I'm gonna start using some more definitive words, and words with a * next
to them I will explan at the end of this chapter. I'm also taking
suggestions for where my story should be heading (ie. some kind of big
problem that I could incorporate into the story) and if anyone would like
me to put a character in my story that resembles someone in real life, e-
mail me the description and name, and I'll see what I can do( They don't
have to be a human, but don't make them anything that may throw the story
off, like immortals, or demons or something) Anyways, here's my chapter,
sorry about interrupting it with this drabble.
Mages of the Isle Part I: The 14 stones of Eldire
Chapter 6:
It had been a day since Peter left his house, and he was a good distance into the swamp. The overhanging trees blocked the sun, allowing only a slight amount of light in which was coming through the trees leaves and turning deep green. The air stank of decomposition, and the ground was muddy. Trees ran along each side of him, and only a small area was clear for walking. But it was perfectly straight, suggesting a road had once come through this area.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Peter said to himself. He was thinking of turning around, when suddenly a poison dart frog approached him from behind a tree!
Now, what you must understand is that, in Peter's world, a parallel world to our own, things are named for what they look like, and a poison dart frog is no exception. It looks like a long tube, with frog legs, hopping around preparing to shoot it's deadly poison. One touch of it, and death is inevitable. Thankfully, it has no eyes.
Peter knew all about this animal, and he stayed perfectly still, until it walked right up to him. He slowly shifted his hands to the hilt of his sword, and at the precise moment, brought it up in a furious slice, severing the dart area in one clean swipe. The frog flopped to the ground, and died. Peter decided to leave, since the stench of decaying dart frog's was highly volatile.
"Well, Tronar, how was you're first kill?" Peter asked his sword.
"It was spectacular." a voice replied
Peter wasn't surprised. Some weapons were capable of speech after they killed their first victim.
"I didn't know you were a talking sword." Peter said "Well, at least I'll have some company on my journey."
You'll have company, but it won't be from your sword." The voice stated.
Peter turned, and there was a huge man. His hair and beard were silvery-grey, and he was garbed in a long grey robe. In his hands, he held 2 Kris'*, one forward one back. But his most drawing feature was his eyes. They were filled with wisdom, and shone like the brightest lighthouses in the thickest fog. He seemed ready for a fight, his arms extended in the classic spiralling pose*.
"I don't want to fight you, why do you arm yourself so?" Peter asked as kindly as he could.
"Call me old fashioned, but the last person who came here tried to kill me, and he dressed like you. I won't fall for the same thing twice. Disarm yourself of all of your items, and perhaps I will trust you." The man replied.
"And if I refuse?" Peter questioned.
"If you don't, I will be forced to kill you. I may be old, but I was once the best Jihado* on this island. Until I was banished.
" I think I'll take my chances with fighting you." Peter said, while drawing his blade.
" So be it." The man replied
At the sound of his voice, both combatants lunged at each other, With the man mostly gaining the upperhand. Every swing peter took, the man was there with one of the Kris'*, blocking, then attacking with the other. Peter could have overpowered the small blade, but hadn't the time to apply the force to do so. When the second Kris* came for him, he had to pull his sword away to block it. At precisely the same moment, they both disengaged the fight with a backflip, and ended two steps from eachother.
"How is it that a young child can fight this well?" The man said while panting. "Can all children your age fight this well?"
"I'm not even the best of my class." Peter replied. "What is your name sir, I must say you are the first person I've ever seen fight with Kris' so well."
"My name is Francisco, but I don't think I will need to know your name, since you will soon be dead. You may be good at fighting, but how's your magic?" Francisco asked.
Suddenly, Francisco hurled two massive FIREBALLs at Peter. They flew in a perfect line, and Peter was able to block one with an upwards slice. however, he had never had to block such a powerful attack, and he was shot backwards, narrowly dodging the shot while falling to the ground.
"Unfortunately, your luck's all ran out, kid." Francisco said with an evil smile. He began to conjure a massive THUNDERWAVE, capable of destroying a large part of an army. Peter could only watch, his leags numb from the fall, as the THUNDERWAVE got bigger and bigger. Then Francisco released the magical energy. It surged through the air, bringing with it the sound of a thousand thunder cracks, and just as it was about to hit Peter, three flying blades flew right into it's path, deflecting it into the heavens, where it exploded and, for a brief moment, lit the sky bright as 10 suns. The blades flew straight into the ground, while Peter and Francisco stood staring in awe at what had just happened.
There's a cliff hanger for yah. Here's the words from this chapter: Kris: Long dagger with curving blades Spiraling pose: A stance in which weapons are held ready to spin upwards in an attack Jihado: An elite fighter who uses 2 short blades for his weapons of choice. Highly trained in martial arts, assasin techniques, and other advanced fighting techniques.
Mages of the Isle Part I: The 14 stones of Eldire
Chapter 6:
It had been a day since Peter left his house, and he was a good distance into the swamp. The overhanging trees blocked the sun, allowing only a slight amount of light in which was coming through the trees leaves and turning deep green. The air stank of decomposition, and the ground was muddy. Trees ran along each side of him, and only a small area was clear for walking. But it was perfectly straight, suggesting a road had once come through this area.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Peter said to himself. He was thinking of turning around, when suddenly a poison dart frog approached him from behind a tree!
Now, what you must understand is that, in Peter's world, a parallel world to our own, things are named for what they look like, and a poison dart frog is no exception. It looks like a long tube, with frog legs, hopping around preparing to shoot it's deadly poison. One touch of it, and death is inevitable. Thankfully, it has no eyes.
Peter knew all about this animal, and he stayed perfectly still, until it walked right up to him. He slowly shifted his hands to the hilt of his sword, and at the precise moment, brought it up in a furious slice, severing the dart area in one clean swipe. The frog flopped to the ground, and died. Peter decided to leave, since the stench of decaying dart frog's was highly volatile.
"Well, Tronar, how was you're first kill?" Peter asked his sword.
"It was spectacular." a voice replied
Peter wasn't surprised. Some weapons were capable of speech after they killed their first victim.
"I didn't know you were a talking sword." Peter said "Well, at least I'll have some company on my journey."
You'll have company, but it won't be from your sword." The voice stated.
Peter turned, and there was a huge man. His hair and beard were silvery-grey, and he was garbed in a long grey robe. In his hands, he held 2 Kris'*, one forward one back. But his most drawing feature was his eyes. They were filled with wisdom, and shone like the brightest lighthouses in the thickest fog. He seemed ready for a fight, his arms extended in the classic spiralling pose*.
"I don't want to fight you, why do you arm yourself so?" Peter asked as kindly as he could.
"Call me old fashioned, but the last person who came here tried to kill me, and he dressed like you. I won't fall for the same thing twice. Disarm yourself of all of your items, and perhaps I will trust you." The man replied.
"And if I refuse?" Peter questioned.
"If you don't, I will be forced to kill you. I may be old, but I was once the best Jihado* on this island. Until I was banished.
" I think I'll take my chances with fighting you." Peter said, while drawing his blade.
" So be it." The man replied
At the sound of his voice, both combatants lunged at each other, With the man mostly gaining the upperhand. Every swing peter took, the man was there with one of the Kris'*, blocking, then attacking with the other. Peter could have overpowered the small blade, but hadn't the time to apply the force to do so. When the second Kris* came for him, he had to pull his sword away to block it. At precisely the same moment, they both disengaged the fight with a backflip, and ended two steps from eachother.
"How is it that a young child can fight this well?" The man said while panting. "Can all children your age fight this well?"
"I'm not even the best of my class." Peter replied. "What is your name sir, I must say you are the first person I've ever seen fight with Kris' so well."
"My name is Francisco, but I don't think I will need to know your name, since you will soon be dead. You may be good at fighting, but how's your magic?" Francisco asked.
Suddenly, Francisco hurled two massive FIREBALLs at Peter. They flew in a perfect line, and Peter was able to block one with an upwards slice. however, he had never had to block such a powerful attack, and he was shot backwards, narrowly dodging the shot while falling to the ground.
"Unfortunately, your luck's all ran out, kid." Francisco said with an evil smile. He began to conjure a massive THUNDERWAVE, capable of destroying a large part of an army. Peter could only watch, his leags numb from the fall, as the THUNDERWAVE got bigger and bigger. Then Francisco released the magical energy. It surged through the air, bringing with it the sound of a thousand thunder cracks, and just as it was about to hit Peter, three flying blades flew right into it's path, deflecting it into the heavens, where it exploded and, for a brief moment, lit the sky bright as 10 suns. The blades flew straight into the ground, while Peter and Francisco stood staring in awe at what had just happened.
There's a cliff hanger for yah. Here's the words from this chapter: Kris: Long dagger with curving blades Spiraling pose: A stance in which weapons are held ready to spin upwards in an attack Jihado: An elite fighter who uses 2 short blades for his weapons of choice. Highly trained in martial arts, assasin techniques, and other advanced fighting techniques.