Hi people. This is my first ever fanfiction and hopefully not my last.
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Albert examined his surroundings as he stepped onward. The floors beneath him felt thousands of years old and the air he was breathing was filled with the rotting stench of death itself. Dart stepped beside him, sword drawn in case of emergency.
"How are you handling this place?"
Albert pondered the question. "It's driving me mad. I'd do anything to get out of here if there weren't more pressing matters."
"Same," Dart groaned as he swiped the sweat off his forehead. "The spirits are so much in pain. I can feel it here more then ever. And the ones that decide to attack us never truly die, they just go back to regain their energy," He sighed. "They can't die twice..."
Albert nodded, knowing the struggle all too well. "I feel horrible having to disturb the already disturbed but...we must." Their conversation was cut short by Meru's shrill voice.
"You guys, they're back!" She screamed, positioning her hammer offensively as she aimed at a larger, grotesque looking spirit. She brought the weapon down, going through the target completely. The spirit moaned words in languages that have been lost in the sands of time before disappearing and going off to replenish it's lost energy. Meru slumped down in a huff. "Why can't we just beat them like the rest of those monsters?" She wined the exact thought that was running through out the oddly chosen party of adventurers.
"Because they're already dead," Rose responded, the mellow calmness of her voice resonated through the musty, death filled air. "It's like Dart said, you can't kill something twice."
Miranda dropped to one knee. Lack of energy seemed to also be coming back to haunt her. "We can't keep going like this, it's too much," She panted in place before continuing. "This is ridiculous. We can't keep killing the already dead!"
"Kongol agree," The giganto stated plainly. "We need rest."
Dart looked around at his exhausted party of friends and mismatched adventurers and slowly nodded. "We do need to rest and regain our energy." He motioned to the stone path that they were on already. "We'll stay here for as long as we need, but no longer. We don't want Zeig to get there before us."
Rose nodded. "The spirits still need to regain their power before attacking again so I think we can rest for now." She sat down, peering into the gloomy depths of the surrounding atmosphere.
Albert set down his heavy iron javelin before seating himself on the dingy, aged stone floor. He sighed as he wiped the sweat from the back of his neck and looked around at his comrades. They had already situated themselves on the magic created path, all sharing the same uneasy look that hid their terror of the place that the currently resided in. Albert himself had been very reluctant to journey here. He had been curious about the last two magical cities, but this one seemed flat out vicious and haunting. What could one expect from a city named 'The Death City, Mayfil'. Nothing but sorrow and the bringing up of painful memories, Albert remembered Rose warning before entering the city, but the king had yet to see so far the bringing up of painful memories on his part.
The young king's eyelids grew heavy as he pondered farther the meaning of this 'Death City'. Did she mean sorrow of seeing the dead you once knew as alive? Or did she mean something completely different all together? Was this subject even worth his time and energy?
Albert slumped over, asleep amidst his own thoughts.
"Should we wake him?" Dart said in a hushed voice.
"No, let him sleep. It's a way of regaining energy." Rose responded as she kept her sharp eyes on her surroundings. "Besides, he'll be awake in no time at all. No one can sleep comfortably at Mayfil."
Albert examined his surroundings as he stepped onward. The floors beneath him felt thousands of years old and the air he was breathing was filled with the rotting stench of death itself. Dart stepped beside him, sword drawn in case of emergency.
"How are you handling this place?"
Albert pondered the question. "It's driving me mad. I'd do anything to get out of here if there weren't more pressing matters."
"Same," Dart groaned as he swiped the sweat off his forehead. "The spirits are so much in pain. I can feel it here more then ever. And the ones that decide to attack us never truly die, they just go back to regain their energy," He sighed. "They can't die twice..."
Albert nodded, knowing the struggle all too well. "I feel horrible having to disturb the already disturbed but...we must." Their conversation was cut short by Meru's shrill voice.
"You guys, they're back!" She screamed, positioning her hammer offensively as she aimed at a larger, grotesque looking spirit. She brought the weapon down, going through the target completely. The spirit moaned words in languages that have been lost in the sands of time before disappearing and going off to replenish it's lost energy. Meru slumped down in a huff. "Why can't we just beat them like the rest of those monsters?" She wined the exact thought that was running through out the oddly chosen party of adventurers.
"Because they're already dead," Rose responded, the mellow calmness of her voice resonated through the musty, death filled air. "It's like Dart said, you can't kill something twice."
Miranda dropped to one knee. Lack of energy seemed to also be coming back to haunt her. "We can't keep going like this, it's too much," She panted in place before continuing. "This is ridiculous. We can't keep killing the already dead!"
"Kongol agree," The giganto stated plainly. "We need rest."
Dart looked around at his exhausted party of friends and mismatched adventurers and slowly nodded. "We do need to rest and regain our energy." He motioned to the stone path that they were on already. "We'll stay here for as long as we need, but no longer. We don't want Zeig to get there before us."
Rose nodded. "The spirits still need to regain their power before attacking again so I think we can rest for now." She sat down, peering into the gloomy depths of the surrounding atmosphere.
Albert set down his heavy iron javelin before seating himself on the dingy, aged stone floor. He sighed as he wiped the sweat from the back of his neck and looked around at his comrades. They had already situated themselves on the magic created path, all sharing the same uneasy look that hid their terror of the place that the currently resided in. Albert himself had been very reluctant to journey here. He had been curious about the last two magical cities, but this one seemed flat out vicious and haunting. What could one expect from a city named 'The Death City, Mayfil'. Nothing but sorrow and the bringing up of painful memories, Albert remembered Rose warning before entering the city, but the king had yet to see so far the bringing up of painful memories on his part.
The young king's eyelids grew heavy as he pondered farther the meaning of this 'Death City'. Did she mean sorrow of seeing the dead you once knew as alive? Or did she mean something completely different all together? Was this subject even worth his time and energy?
Albert slumped over, asleep amidst his own thoughts.
"Should we wake him?" Dart said in a hushed voice.
"No, let him sleep. It's a way of regaining energy." Rose responded as she kept her sharp eyes on her surroundings. "Besides, he'll be awake in no time at all. No one can sleep comfortably at Mayfil."