I breached the 10,000-word mark! Ha ha ha! My goal is to write at least
20,000 but unfortunately the story isn't quite half done so we'll see! No
questions in the reviews, eh? I guess I'm doing a good job. Please tell
me what you guys think about my ocs, I like them but I don't know about you
guys.
One Mage
By: Catty Engles
Donald clenched his jaw as the ship swayed from side to side, space debris whistled by the cockpit. Donald had nicked the wing on an abnormally shaped meteor but otherwise was doing fine his first ride out. He headed straight. Away from the castle the stars looked so similar that it was hard to keep his bearings. There were no landmarks and he had to keep swerving to miss objects in his path. Donald thought of crossing his fingers for good luck but laughed derisively instead, he doubted that if he took his wings off the steering wheel they would ever get back to the course.
Chip and Dale had been very scarce when directing them to new worlds. Donald strained his memory trying to remember exactly what they had said. The engine's roar kept distracting him. Goofy sat grim faced and white knuckled beside him, letting out little whimpers every once in a while. Donald rolled his eyes; he knew what he was doing, if Goofy would only relax and let him drive!
Goofy turned towards him and said something but it was lost in the continuous hum of the engine. Donald mouthed "Later." to him. Goofy still looked nervous, but turned around. If Mickey had been there he could have- no he couldn't let himself think of Mickey. He couldn't, Donald never thought of things that bothered him for too long, it was one of his strong points. He either fixed the problem or bypassed it. Now, he couldn't do either, and it tore at him.
Daisy stared at the array of twinkling lights that rushed past her window. She sighed, recalling when she would lay on her back and stare at the stars giggling with Minnie about their future and always gossiping about cute boys. She smiled despite herself, but the smile was quickly replaced by a frown.
Daisy had to keep looking, Minnie was somewhere, she had to be.
Daisy shuddered and edged closer to the window resting her head against the cool glass. She let her eyes close and slipped into sleep, the echo of a question floating through her slumber. What if she never found Minnie?
It was a restless sleep, the engines never quieted but they were nothing compared to the stress placed on Daisy's mind. She slipped in and out of consciousness, waking for no apparent reason. Daisy moaned softly and tried to curl up in her seat, the seat belt forced her back into the sitting position. She woke again with an ache in her side. Donald and Goofy were sitting in the cockpit asleep as well. The engines had stopped and the swaying had ceased. They had landed. She looked at her surroundings with wide eyes, a town?
***
Dandin coughed, jiggling Thistle who was still seated on his stomach. She steadied herself on his knees that he had pulled up by her side. She leaned back onto them folding her arms across her chest. Dandin gave a fake moan and covered his eyes in mock agony.
His voice sounded slightly breathless from lack of air as he beseeched Thistle, "I yield fair maiden one so great as you is deadly and beautiful." Thistle pretended to consider this, then hopped up, knocking the breath completely from Dandin. He spluttered and rolled away from Thistle getting cautiously to his knees.
"Why you boorish little imp! Imagine an unsightly weak creature such as you trying to better the great Dandin!" He puffed his chest out and pounded himself, immediately regretting it because the act knocked the wind from him yet again.
"Oh please forgive me you greatness, I cower in your splendor." Thistle said this as if commenting on the weather, admiring her nails at the same time.
"To right you should." Coughed Dandin. He got shakily to his feet.
Mickey looked from one to the other, extremely bemused. He tapped his foot and leaned on the keyblade as if impatient. "Well, if you two are finished, I would like to be shown to my quarters. And while you're at it make me a hot bath, lay out my wardrobe, and kindle a fire."
Thistle and Dandin hopped to attention the unflappable pair playing along with Mickey.
"Right away sir!"
"Anything you say sir!"
They walked bent down in front of Mickey seeming to worship him. Mickey marched proudly waving and flashing smiles to an imaginary crowd. After a few seconds they fell about laughing. Dandin smiled broadly and Thistle's eyes danced.
"Well Mickey, I think we really should turn in," He dropped his voice to a whisper unconsciously, "You know, before they come."
"Who?" Asked Mickey, not catching the furtive glance from Thistle.
Dandin's eyes widened. "You're really not from around here are you? I'm taking about the shadows that were attacking Thistle."
"Oh." Mickey said simply. He was still confused.
"We'll tell you later, come one let's get to the hotel." He motioned towards another large door similar to the one at the entrance to Traverse Town. Mickey followed dumbly. What were those creatures? Why were they after Thistle in particular? He stored these thoughts at the back of his mind, intending on asking Dandin and Thistle before going to sleep.
The huge door swung open and Dandin turned to the left. A courtyard extended to their front surrounded by a balcony circling it. On the right there were stairs leading to the barren square. Dandin paused at the entrance to the hotel.
"Home, sweet home." Thistle pushed him inside and followed with a smirk on her face. Mickey hesitated at the door jam- something wasn't right. His heart shivered in his warm chest and Mickey inched away from the door. He turned back towards the large courtyard. A wind whipped up, brushing his cheek. The shiver in his heart intensified into a pull, but this time it didn't try to wrench Mickey's heart from him, it only meant to turn him to- Mickey began to run towards the railing.
A cloaked figure was standing at the center of the square; something hovered by his side.
"MINNIE!" Mickey bellowed. He was about to vault over the railing when the figure turned. Shocking blue eyes stared at him, the rest of his face masked by shadow.
Dandin and Thistle stumbled out of the door behind Mickey, alarmed by his yell. Dandin's jaw dropped but Thistle fell to her knees, a hand gripping her chest. She barreled into Dandin's shoulder as she fell and Dandin was pushed into Mickey. Mickey's jump was aborted as the figure extended a hand.
Mickey was paralyzed. He couldn't move! One hand gripped the railing and the other held the keyblade aloft. His friend's were halted too, Dandin in mid-fall. Mickey's eyes were riveted upon the scene below him that he was helpless to prevent. The figure seemed to view his handiwork with satisfaction and then reached behind his cloak. A pool of darkness akin to the portal in the garden, appeared behind the figure and he stepped into it, never taking his eyes off Mickey. Minnie's limp form was pulled through the portal. It shrank slowly, and the court was left empty.
Mickey's limbs were granted motion a few seconds after the portal was gone. His jump continued and he flew over the bar. Landing in a crouch, he leaped up again and lurched toward the space where the portal had been. He reached the center but nothing happened. Mickey was alone. His friend's stared at him from the balcony, Thistle breathing raggedly and clutching her chest, Dandin supporting her.
But Mickey was alone.
*** MINNIE! NO! -sobs inconsolably- Well I thought that last bit was a nice touch. Please review, I need criticism. My little sister says that I'm doing well (she's my editor by the way). The trivialities of life- ah me. Um, sorry back to the A/Ns. You must catch the Thistle thing- major hint. The next chappie shows some of these events from a different perspective. PLEASE REVIEW! Except Trifox, Katie I'm gonna slap you, ya made me think I actually had 35 DIFFERENT reviews! I did not tell everyone I would post daily! -pauses in contemplation- did I? Well thank you readers! Hope you can get to sleep after that cliffhanger! OH and by the by, the mage is Donald.
One Mage
By: Catty Engles
Donald clenched his jaw as the ship swayed from side to side, space debris whistled by the cockpit. Donald had nicked the wing on an abnormally shaped meteor but otherwise was doing fine his first ride out. He headed straight. Away from the castle the stars looked so similar that it was hard to keep his bearings. There were no landmarks and he had to keep swerving to miss objects in his path. Donald thought of crossing his fingers for good luck but laughed derisively instead, he doubted that if he took his wings off the steering wheel they would ever get back to the course.
Chip and Dale had been very scarce when directing them to new worlds. Donald strained his memory trying to remember exactly what they had said. The engine's roar kept distracting him. Goofy sat grim faced and white knuckled beside him, letting out little whimpers every once in a while. Donald rolled his eyes; he knew what he was doing, if Goofy would only relax and let him drive!
Goofy turned towards him and said something but it was lost in the continuous hum of the engine. Donald mouthed "Later." to him. Goofy still looked nervous, but turned around. If Mickey had been there he could have- no he couldn't let himself think of Mickey. He couldn't, Donald never thought of things that bothered him for too long, it was one of his strong points. He either fixed the problem or bypassed it. Now, he couldn't do either, and it tore at him.
Daisy stared at the array of twinkling lights that rushed past her window. She sighed, recalling when she would lay on her back and stare at the stars giggling with Minnie about their future and always gossiping about cute boys. She smiled despite herself, but the smile was quickly replaced by a frown.
Daisy had to keep looking, Minnie was somewhere, she had to be.
Daisy shuddered and edged closer to the window resting her head against the cool glass. She let her eyes close and slipped into sleep, the echo of a question floating through her slumber. What if she never found Minnie?
It was a restless sleep, the engines never quieted but they were nothing compared to the stress placed on Daisy's mind. She slipped in and out of consciousness, waking for no apparent reason. Daisy moaned softly and tried to curl up in her seat, the seat belt forced her back into the sitting position. She woke again with an ache in her side. Donald and Goofy were sitting in the cockpit asleep as well. The engines had stopped and the swaying had ceased. They had landed. She looked at her surroundings with wide eyes, a town?
***
Dandin coughed, jiggling Thistle who was still seated on his stomach. She steadied herself on his knees that he had pulled up by her side. She leaned back onto them folding her arms across her chest. Dandin gave a fake moan and covered his eyes in mock agony.
His voice sounded slightly breathless from lack of air as he beseeched Thistle, "I yield fair maiden one so great as you is deadly and beautiful." Thistle pretended to consider this, then hopped up, knocking the breath completely from Dandin. He spluttered and rolled away from Thistle getting cautiously to his knees.
"Why you boorish little imp! Imagine an unsightly weak creature such as you trying to better the great Dandin!" He puffed his chest out and pounded himself, immediately regretting it because the act knocked the wind from him yet again.
"Oh please forgive me you greatness, I cower in your splendor." Thistle said this as if commenting on the weather, admiring her nails at the same time.
"To right you should." Coughed Dandin. He got shakily to his feet.
Mickey looked from one to the other, extremely bemused. He tapped his foot and leaned on the keyblade as if impatient. "Well, if you two are finished, I would like to be shown to my quarters. And while you're at it make me a hot bath, lay out my wardrobe, and kindle a fire."
Thistle and Dandin hopped to attention the unflappable pair playing along with Mickey.
"Right away sir!"
"Anything you say sir!"
They walked bent down in front of Mickey seeming to worship him. Mickey marched proudly waving and flashing smiles to an imaginary crowd. After a few seconds they fell about laughing. Dandin smiled broadly and Thistle's eyes danced.
"Well Mickey, I think we really should turn in," He dropped his voice to a whisper unconsciously, "You know, before they come."
"Who?" Asked Mickey, not catching the furtive glance from Thistle.
Dandin's eyes widened. "You're really not from around here are you? I'm taking about the shadows that were attacking Thistle."
"Oh." Mickey said simply. He was still confused.
"We'll tell you later, come one let's get to the hotel." He motioned towards another large door similar to the one at the entrance to Traverse Town. Mickey followed dumbly. What were those creatures? Why were they after Thistle in particular? He stored these thoughts at the back of his mind, intending on asking Dandin and Thistle before going to sleep.
The huge door swung open and Dandin turned to the left. A courtyard extended to their front surrounded by a balcony circling it. On the right there were stairs leading to the barren square. Dandin paused at the entrance to the hotel.
"Home, sweet home." Thistle pushed him inside and followed with a smirk on her face. Mickey hesitated at the door jam- something wasn't right. His heart shivered in his warm chest and Mickey inched away from the door. He turned back towards the large courtyard. A wind whipped up, brushing his cheek. The shiver in his heart intensified into a pull, but this time it didn't try to wrench Mickey's heart from him, it only meant to turn him to- Mickey began to run towards the railing.
A cloaked figure was standing at the center of the square; something hovered by his side.
"MINNIE!" Mickey bellowed. He was about to vault over the railing when the figure turned. Shocking blue eyes stared at him, the rest of his face masked by shadow.
Dandin and Thistle stumbled out of the door behind Mickey, alarmed by his yell. Dandin's jaw dropped but Thistle fell to her knees, a hand gripping her chest. She barreled into Dandin's shoulder as she fell and Dandin was pushed into Mickey. Mickey's jump was aborted as the figure extended a hand.
Mickey was paralyzed. He couldn't move! One hand gripped the railing and the other held the keyblade aloft. His friend's were halted too, Dandin in mid-fall. Mickey's eyes were riveted upon the scene below him that he was helpless to prevent. The figure seemed to view his handiwork with satisfaction and then reached behind his cloak. A pool of darkness akin to the portal in the garden, appeared behind the figure and he stepped into it, never taking his eyes off Mickey. Minnie's limp form was pulled through the portal. It shrank slowly, and the court was left empty.
Mickey's limbs were granted motion a few seconds after the portal was gone. His jump continued and he flew over the bar. Landing in a crouch, he leaped up again and lurched toward the space where the portal had been. He reached the center but nothing happened. Mickey was alone. His friend's stared at him from the balcony, Thistle breathing raggedly and clutching her chest, Dandin supporting her.
But Mickey was alone.
*** MINNIE! NO! -sobs inconsolably- Well I thought that last bit was a nice touch. Please review, I need criticism. My little sister says that I'm doing well (she's my editor by the way). The trivialities of life- ah me. Um, sorry back to the A/Ns. You must catch the Thistle thing- major hint. The next chappie shows some of these events from a different perspective. PLEASE REVIEW! Except Trifox, Katie I'm gonna slap you, ya made me think I actually had 35 DIFFERENT reviews! I did not tell everyone I would post daily! -pauses in contemplation- did I? Well thank you readers! Hope you can get to sleep after that cliffhanger! OH and by the by, the mage is Donald.