And i'm a horrible person. I'm so sorry guys. ugh I'm just not gonna make excuses, I just kept putting it off ugh, ugh, ugh, I promise not to make you wait two week again. (unless forewarned)
Okay so this thing just became like MAJORLY LONG. be ready for the long haul guys!
I know i said i would be posting the first new chapter of An Occurrence but plans have changed because of this fic. I have been working on it and i'll get it up as soon as i can.
That being said, ENJOY!
Chapter 7 – Elegance
Four days. One day each to fight a monster, find its treasure, solve the riddle and figure out his name. It nearly seems impossible; I don't even have a weapon. I know it won't be easy; the maker would never let it be. So where do I start?
The only thing I can do now is try, and if I fail, at least I go down fighting.
I've been jogging steadily for a while now, I don't want to be winded when I come to a beast but I have to find them as quickly as possible. The noises they make echo through the City, roars and crashes, hissing and clicking. My silent Hell is now a battleground of noise and by the end of the day a tome for one of us.
I catch the reflection of a long gold form scurrying down the hallway. I shove myself against the nearest wall, trying to slow my frantic heart beat. The edges of my vision blur and my breath is coming ragged and uneven. I have to fight monsters. How? Do I just go up and say, "Hey man, how you doing? I'ma kill you now." It doesn't work that way, I actually have to kill something, and my only endeavor is the fact that it stands between me and a boy. I can't believe I'm having doubts about this.
An enormous force breaks through the glass behind me and throws me with enough power to break the panel in front of me. I slammed against the far wall; the shards of glass raining down. I feel pain as the pieces slice into my skin. I groan and move to stand, steadying myself against the wall. Looking up, I see the first beast, a magnificent creature. Its armored shell is a gleaming gold and when one of its eight legs move a ripple dances a crossed its body in a cascade of colors. It lowers its head and stares at me with beady eyes. The gold beast opened its mouth and a round a jewel, nearly the size of my hand, drops to the ground. The giant spider lays down wrapping it four front legs around the jewel, making a barrier.
All the while it stared at me. The creature I have to kill, a beautiful being such as this, but his face comes to mind, that beautiful face that I got to hold for a night. My hands ache and my whole body feels its loose, and I crave to have him back. It hardens my resolve.
"Are you the one of which they call Levi?"
Startled by his voice I said 'yes' but it came out strong and unwavering. I would not cower in front of this beast. I stood straight and looked directly at him.
"Oh-ho-ho, looky here. Brave one are we?" One of the Spider's legs reaches up and caresses my face, it slowly raises and its face is a mere fingernail length away from mine and it whispers. "Too bad I can hear your heartbeat."
It lunges forward and I drop to the ground, kicking a leg up into its soft underside. It climbs over me and up the wall, the jewel follows it like another living thing making its way back to the pinchers of the spider and practically 'sighing' into them.
The spider turns and begins jumping from wall to wall and down to the ground again stringing a web cage around me. I touch one of the strings and the spider turns, hissing savagely. I back-up and feel the crunch of glass beneath my slippered foot.
I'm standing in the pile of glass that used to be a Mirror and a Window. Slowly I crouch down and pick up a piece of the shards, clutching it tightly in my hands; I feel the slice and the burn of pain, I feel the blood drip from my hand and again the spider turns. It leaves its weaving and slowly moves toward, its feelers twitch and reach for my cut hand, and I stretch it out in front of me.
Keeping my breathing slow and training my eyes on the spider, the moment it lungs at my hand I am ready. I jump towards a thick web a crossed the ceiling and grab it but only for a moment, I cut my hand free and land squarely on the back of the spider. I plunge the shard into the forehead of the spider, I feel the skull give beneath my hand and break through into the brain cavity.
The spider slides down and I jump from its back, staring at the blood and grey matter that clings to my hand. I rip the jewel from the grasp of the spider and one of the pinches comes with it, embedded into the side of the jewel. Pulling the pincher out, I reveal a small hole, I turn the jewel and poor out the sand and glittering dust from it. I let it run through my fingers and onto the floor, and finally a small sheet of paper drops from the hole.
A peasant is known to stumble and fall
But with every mistake a Queen grows tall
Even among her haughtiest company
A Queen shows grace & poise abundantly
What is she?
