Classic Fantasy Adventure….Chapter Two
Author's note: IMPORTANTTTT!!!!!!! TO ANYONE WHO READ THE FIRST CHAPTER IN THE FIRST DAY IT WAS OUT, YOU MIGHT WANT TO GO BACK AND READ OR SCAN THROUGH IT, FOR VERY SIGNIFICANT CHANGES WERE MADE!!!!! THANK YOU…LOL OKEEEE
Reviewer's Response:
To purple hotagi- I'm glad you seemed so pleased about the first chapter! ^-^ Even though I'm pretty sure you read the original one. (the new one that's posted is MUUCHHH better, so if you haven't go reread Chapter 1! YAY)
You were right about the "Mankin" and "Elvinkin" thing…I'm really trying to give everything a fantasy feel. And the weird animal names are kinda used the same way…the animals in this universe are pretty similar, such as clawfowl would be a type of bird, and moonhowlers are wolfish things…but once again, I was just trying to give everything the genuine fantasy-ish feel. LOL ^-^ And yeah, I made up the chipebble thing…. ^^;; :.:beams:.: And…they will be significant. LOL And…as too who the mysterious sorcerer person is, go reread chappy one to see. YAY
To Mobb: YAY! I'm glad you liked the first chappy….though I think you also may have read the dumb version, so go reread chappy one! :.:hits with fan:.: LOL…anyway…yeah…I want this to be a long….go off on a journey with lots of events going on story…(kinda like an RPG game) and I hope that everyone enjoys it!
To koneko bombay: ^-^ Thanks for your review! I have people tell me that a lot, about portraying the characters well, I mean…. and I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm glad I can make my stories better with that talent. Oh, and thanks for your advice! I'll try harder this chapter to not be so confusing. ^^;; YAY! Lol
To Hele: Hey, thanks for reviewing! You'll definitely see who the whipped person was this chapter…and I ensure you that at least one of the people you said you were "looking for" (hee, I understand completely) will be in this story….and almost definitely both of them will be in it at one point. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thanks again!
Okee….that was it….sorry for taking so long to update, well, here I go! ^-^~Anone
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Classic Fantasy Adventure
Chapter 2
Sorcerer Guild Master Schuldig was a sight to behold. He was garbed in robes of the most expensive velvet, his delicate features portraying haughtiness and his brilliant orange hair twined with ribbons. Yohji disliked him immediately.
As soon as the three weary young men had stepped into the sunlit room of the Sorcerer's guild, they were met with many pages who took from Yohji's arms the "Elvin" young man…and another wave of servants came and fussed over Nagi, rushing him away. Yohji and Omi were left alone in the sunlit expanse of the Sorcerer's Guild common room, standing their dumbly as their backs throbbed. Shortly after, Schuldig strode in, seeming to float over the gleaming floors, his eyes looking above them as if it would dirty him to lay his eyes on the two weary boys.
"I thank you for your help…" His voice was indulgent and riddled with a dangerous humor, resounding around the room like the thrum of rockresters.
As he approached, Yohji's eyes were drawn to his glittering sting of chipebbles, a habit that he had built up after years of needed suspicion of other people. Gleaming over the man's silken skin were gems of the green of beauty, hazy blue of wisdom, a red, flecked with gold; some other, unremarkable stones, and two, shaped like fangs and white, riddled with blue… they made him think of the sword that he so desired, waiting for him in the fighter's guild showroom.
All of a sudden Yohji noticed that Schuldig had been eying him unabashedly, his sinister teal eyes drilling into him. "I suppose my bumbling apprentice more or less explained the situation to you…?" He drawled, reaching up to touch one of Yohji's black chipebbles. Yohji jerked away, glaring, and moving his necklace of charms so the blacks were near the back of his neck.
Schuldig smiled widely. "Now now…that's cheating, isn't it…?"
Omi cleared his throat sharply, glaring at the orange-haired man before them. "Yes, Nagi explained the situation to us, though I think this is awfully…intricate for such a practical joke."
Schuldig smirk crumpled into a sharp frown. "It is NO joke…I assure you." He bit out, turning away with a swirl of his rich velvet robes. "Follow me, if you'd please…. And keep your hands off the property of the Sorcerer's Guild." Though there had been no mention of a name, Omi and Yohji knew whom the haughty man was speaking to. Omi gripped Yohji's arm, silently begging him to let it go.
"You are adventurer's of sorts, I expect?" Schuldig asked, as he led them down a maze of echoing hallways, and mysterious passages that seemed to be fashioned from the night sky, for the dark stone glittered with specks of silver, as if stars.
"Yes." Yohji grit out…still angry.
"Good. I will provide you with a good deal of money, and I need you two and my apprentice to take the Elvin boy back to his home, understand?"
Yohji glanced at Omi, his eyebrows raised. "What kind of ploy is this?"
They heard the man ahead of them sigh slightly. "I told you before, this is no joke. Will you take the money and go practice what your profession teaches, or continue to waste my time?"
"How much is the pay?" Yohji asked seriously. Omi looked at him questioningly, before it dawned at him that Yohji would do anything for more money towards the sword he desired.
"12,000 appares, each."
Yohji and Omi both gasped, astonished. "You must be joking!!"
"No joke, as I may have mentioned before."
Yohji grinned, his fist clenching. "We'll accept."
Omi ran his hand through his hair, moaning. Yohji always did this…. Don't even ask the little guy for his consent, although he is the one that will end up saving the bigger guy many times over…
Schuldig stopped and turned to them, a chuckle rumbling deep within his throat. "Good."
They had stopped at a glass door, which was fogged so much that it blocked the view of those on the outside.
"I doubt the Elvin boy is ready to travel, but you must take him now… the others of his race are no doubt nearly here for them. They are all connected just a bit you know, all the elves, when one is in pain, they feel slight twinges themselves."
Yohji nodded, his heart racing now and his anger at the Guild Master forgotten. With the money he could buy the sword….and even have a little left over. Omi seemed to have noticed to, for when the Guild Master had announced the price with which they were to be paid, he had glanced at Yohji apologetically, ruing his "You'll never get the sword" statement he had made before."
Schuldig swung open the door suddenly, and steam billowed out, hot and wet on their faces.
It was a huge washing room. In the center was a gleaming tub big enough for 5 people, and around it was a legion of man and maidservants, tending to the Elvin boy who lay barely conscious, half in the water. As the three watched he was lifted from the tub, his back streaming with blood and water, and a maid patted his back dry and applied a greenish paste, which elicited a hoarse cry from the unconscious young man. Next, some of the manservants bound his wounds and clothed him, setting him on a sort of miniature dais off to the side, where pillows and blankets were piled.
Schuldig watched it all, satisfied, and as the maids began to clean the bath, he turned to Yohji and Omi curtly. "I will be out with him in a minute, please wait….outside…."
They blinked at him, but did as he said. A moment later, all the maids and menservants bustled out as well, looking a little disgruntled. The hall was left silent. "Well, are you excited about this, Omi?"
Omi murmured something, his eyes glued to the tiny crack between the doors. One of Yohji's eyebrows raised and he quieted, listening. Omi invoked the powers of amplification with his fingers, and a second later they could hear Schuldig's voice, barely above a whisper, but enough.
"That whipping must have hurt… it gave me a few shivers myself… I am very honored by your presence, I think I will not regret our meeting."
They heard a few muffled sounds, and then footsteps, heading towards the doors. Yohji and Omi scrambled away, startled. Schuldig nudged the door open with his shoulder, the boy in his hands. He handed him to Yohji swiftly, and to Omi he gave two flat-looking pouches, the mysterious bags used to "carry" appares. Yohji looked at them longingly, wishing he had them in his hands instead of this boy.
Sighing, he looked at the form in his arms. The young man was pristine skinned, his heavily eyelashed eyes closed and his blood-red hair splayed about his forehead in stark contrast. He was long limbed…lithe, and beautiful. Yohji could feel the boy's ribs through his vest and wondered how long it had been since the stranger had eaten.
From down the hall pattered the boy from earlier, Nagi, now garbed in traveling wear. He wore a tunic that stopped at mid thigh, leggings and heavy boots, good for years of use.
Schuldig nodded at Nagi, and bowed very stiffly to Omi and Yohji, and glided down the hall, away from them. Nagi walked the other way, calling for the others to follow.
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Yohji nearly ran into the Warrior's Guild storeroom, his chest heaving with excitement…and his eyes bright and glittering with delight. He ran to the nearest weaponskeeper and nearly screamed his request. "I want the magnificent sword in the middle of the room! That one!" He pointed enthusiastically to the wondrous sword that would finally be his. The storekeeper laughed jovially. "Come into a good amount of money, did you son?" The bearded man's eyes crinkled in merriment. Yohji liked him immediately, and knew this would be a smooth transaction. "Yeah…quite a bit. You do take appares don't you?"
The man nodded and they began to walk to the middle of the room, where the "magnificent" sword was on display. Yohji's heart was nearly bursting with excitement.
Yohji began to fish out the appare bag, commanding the leather pouch to give him 10,000 appares, and watched as the bag bulged with the money, letting some spill out into his hand. The man laughed again.
"You lucky boy, why is it always the young ones that get God's fortune?" Yohji shrugged, laughing.
"Well, okay. It's obvious you have the money, but before I make the sale, I'm going to have to see your chipebbles."
Yohji made a quiet gasp, his heart nearly stopping. "What for?'
"We just have to make sure that buyers for such a powerful weapon have no bad marks." Answered the weaponskeeper as his fingers reached towards Yohji's necklace. Yohji jerked away, dumbly. A few appares fell from his hand and chimed on the floor.
"I-I have t-two blacks…." He stuttered, horrified to the point of numbness.
The storeowner looked at him sorrowfully, his bushy eyebrows crinkling to shadow his eyes. He cleared his throat. "W-well I'm very sorry son… but, I can't sell you this sword."
Yohji gulped. "Y-you have to! I have money! I earned the money! You have to let me buy it!"
The man shook his head gravely…"I'm sorry son…there's other swords, nearly as good that we can---"
Yohji grabbed the man's tunic. "NO! You have to sell me this one! You can't do this!" The despair in Yohji's heart was eating him up.
The man looked slightly alarmed, and guards began to jog towards them. Unaware of almost everything, Yohji let the man go, his eyes shiny with tears. "Please…please, I beg of you….I want this sword….I promise you that no ill will come of it….please…please…"
The man continued to shake his head, and turned to walk away. The sorrow that had sunk Yohji's heart boiled into anger and he attacked the man from behind, smacking him with the flat of his short blade.
The weaponskeeper whirled on him, and guards came down on him. Tackling him to the floor and binding his hands. With a boot one of the guard's hiked up his shirt, sending a burning pain into Yohji's whole body and making him shudder with nausea.
"Well look at that, E's a'ready been whipped once today, good work, Gideon. Woulda been a mistake to sell to 'is scum!"
A whip came down on Yohji's back, over the wounds that had only just started to close. He bit back a scream as tears brimmed in his eyes. The whip smashed down on him again, feeling like a club the size of a man. His stared at the floor, defeated, choking on the pain; and tears streamed freely, and he knew then that the world wasn't fair. His chipebble necklace fell free from the folds of his shirt; two black stones glittered up at him, malevolently.
End Chapter 2
EEEP! Sorry this one was kinda short! I just thought that I had reached a good place for the end, and plus, this way, you guys'll get to read it sooner! YAY
AND REMEMBER, REVIEWS FUEL THE IMAGINATION!!! LOL I just made that up…