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Orphen: Forgotten Past
Chapter 7: Reunions Abound
Volcan had spent the majority of his morning resting quietly in the dungeon he now occupied-well, maybe not so quietly...
"Hey! What the hell kind of food does this joint have, I'm starving", Volcan yelled to the guard watching him as he was actually holding on to the bars as a monkey would do trying to escape a cage.
The guard, obviously irritated by Volcan's antics, approached Volcan and, bellowing at Volcan, said, "You'll get food when I say you can and you'll like it even if it's gruel because, if you hadn't noticed, you are in a dungeon and in my care as a prisoner so," the guard moved in even closer at Volcan, almost butting heads to yell, "SIT DOWN, BE QUIET AND STOP ANNOYING ME!"
Volcan's face didn't change at all and he calmly answered, "Make me". Volcan ended up at the other side of the dungeon with an imprint of the guard's staff running vertically along his face.
As Orphen hastily approached the lone cabin, he noticed a figure exiting from the front door. The moment Orphen noticed the purple hair, red eyes, and plump belly of the figure, his legs began to carry him even faster than before as he almost tackled Azalie with his momentum when he met her at the doorway. Cleao, who had reached the house at a close second bent down to catch her breath as she struggled to not fall over; Majic then came up at a far-off third struggling to crawl under the weight of the bags he was carrying.
After Cleao had finally caught a little of her breath back she said, still gasping, "Why do you always have to run so fast!?" Cleao then regained her composure and looked to see both Orphen and Azalie in a loving embrace, and Cleao saw something that she had rarely, if ever, seen before, or anyone else she was sure. Tears were now flowing from Orphen's eyes.
Volcan had been unconscious for a little while, which, in turn, allowed the guard to catch up on some sleep he had missed while both catching and watching Volcan through a good portion of the night. Luckily for Dortin, he remained that way even while he whispered to try and wake Volcan.
"Volcan, hey, Volcan, wake up!" Dortin whispered quietly through the bars above the wall Volcan was laying on. Dortin looked around at where he was and found a good sized rock to wake his brother. He dropped the stone down through the bars and successfully connected with Volcan's jaw. Volcan then leaped out of slumber, rubbing his jaw and moaning in pain.
"Who the Hell just did that!" he snarled, "I swear if I find out who did that I'm going to make sure they-", Volcan was then quickly interrupted by his brother urging him to be quiet.
"Volcan, calm down and be quiet, do you want to get in more trouble?" indicating the sleeping guard with the point of his finger.
Volcan then turned around to see the guard who had been watching him stirring slightly in a deep sleep. "You call that trouble, why I could take that jerk with one hand tied behind my-ouch!" Volcan suddenly felt a blunt force at the back of his head. He slowly turned around rubbing his head in anger as he looked at Dortin. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR, DORTIN!" Volcan bellowed at his younger brother.
"Ssssshhhhh!" Doritn almost hissed from the stress of trying not to wake the guard. He indicated the object he had thrown in to Volcan by pointing to the ground. It was the shovel they had used to dig at the cenotaph.
Volcan picked up the shovel with both hands in anger and whispered; seething at Dortin, "And what am I supposed to do with this, dig my way out!?"
Dortin gave a quick nod and replied, "Yup, that is, unless you want to spend the rest of your life in a rotting dungeon"
Volcan was taken slightly aback by this but quickly regained composure and returned with, "Well here's an idea, why don't you do the digging and I wait till you rescue me." Volcan was now gnashing his teeth with the mood he had been put in.
Dortin thoughtfully replied back to this with, "Well who would you rather have doing the digging", Dortin made sure to sound innocent around this statement, "your weak, defenseless brother, or the strong, masculine troll you are!?"
Dortin had succeeded in stroking Volcan's ego in just the right way. Volcan had lost all negative feelings after this. He dropped the shovel he was so tightly holding and began stroking his hair and then feeling his muscles as he said, "Well, I suppose I have been working out a lot more!" Volcan stopped what he was doing with a strange look at thinking how weird he must have looked then.
Volcan then looked back at his brother with newfound determination in his voice. "All right, you just wait right there my weak little brother and I'll be out there in no time!" Volcan then concentrated on the stone floor below him. He gave his arms a good stretch and cracked his knuckles a few times before grabbing onto the stones in the floor in a strive to yank them out.
Dortin then turned away from the bars and his brother and put his back to the wall. He then slouched down with a sigh of relief.
Hartia smiled at the answer she had given him. He removed himself from the doorway of the room now only lit by the morning light coming from the small window in her room. He then sat down at the foot of the bed right next to Kyra. The whole time she had never taken her eyes off of him, and she did not stop now. Hartia placed his hand on her right shoulder and said the only words he could think to calm her. "Let it all out."
Kyra's eyes then seemed to bulge with tears as she quickly buried her face into Hartia's cloak to take in comfort. Hartia had removed his hand from her shoulder as she had made this motion and now rested his hands on her back, as if giving comfort to a puppy that had just lost her mother.
Azalie had been hugging Orphen for quite a while now and she had begun to notice. "Uh, Krylancelo, I know it's been a little while since we've seen each but it hasn't been that long" Azalie giggled a little at her own comment. Orphen had then been knocked out of his trance by this. He released Azalie from his grasp and took notice of Azalie's beauty.
Her hair had grown to its old length of when she was a teen, only it was now done in a braid going down her back. The months of carrying a child had caused her belly to grow to a much larger size, but this had hardly been paid any mind by Orphen as he looked on. After all this time, Azalie still seemed to be capable of making Orphen blush.
Orphen began embarrassingly rubbing the back of his head and said, "Oh, yeah, sorry about that," his force began shaking, "I-I just kind of got caught up in the moment, you know." He then began laughing slightly. But he was quickly interrupted by the pain of Cleao's heel burying itself into his right foot.
Cleao then irritatingly said, "Say, lover boy, why don't you get to the reason why we're here already!" Cleao then released Orphen from her "foothold" and allowed him to speak again.
Orphen recovered from the pain and became all business as he asked, "Right, uh, Azalie, would you mind if we came inside to talk?" Azalie seemed a little puzzled at what had just occurred, but smiled all the same at her old friend.
"Why, sure you can" answered Azalie, "I'll put some coffee on while we talk". Orphen, Cleao, and Azalie headed inside of the cabin, leaving Majic on the ground; while Leki licked his face as if rubbing salt in the wound.
"Uh, guys?"
It had been a few hours since Dortin's had given the shovel to his brother for the escape, and he had now fallen asleep. That is, until the ground collapsed under him and knocked him to the side.
Volcan's upper body was now popping out of the hole he'd made like a gopher, shovel in hand. He yelled put triumphantly, "Hah, no prison can hold the likes of Lord Volcan Polkano!" Volcan then dropped the shovel and used his hands to make the final push to remove himself from the ground. He then took a long stretch, laughing in victory the whole time and looked around. "What's wrong with you" he asked curiously when he finally noticed his brother.
Dortin couldn't help but have a shocked look on his face at his brother actually escaping. "B-b-b-ut h-how did y-you make it o-out" he asked, stutteringly wildly.
Volcan had a look of pure confidence on his face as he answered, "That's easy," Dortin grew more attentive of Volcan, "because I'm the Great Lord Volcan Polkano!" Dortin collapsed in surprise of this, surprised at himself for not already guessing he would say that.
Dortin then recovered and said, "Well at any rate, since your free now we should probably leave now." Dortin was already on his way to the north gate when Volcan stopped him with his voice.
"Leave!? Are you joking!? They must pay for what they have done to me", the old Volcan seemed to be again rising to the surface, "by us stealing all the treasures in their treasure room." Yup, the old Volcan alright.
Dortin was stunned at this and quickly told him, "Are you crazy, haven't you learned from all the other times we've ever been to this place and tried to steal from it". Old memories from the library incident, the Bloody August, and just a few hours ago even, started appearing in his head. "Oh, yeah, and what do you mean by us?" Dortin added to his statement.
Volcan had completely ignored the last part of what Dortin had said, but still listened to his first part, "I don't care what happened back then because this is a new beginning for us," he threw a few punches at the air to accentuate his next statement, "I feel stronger than ever, like I could just lift that treasure room over my head and empty the treasure out myself!" Volcan continued his optimistic rant as all Dortin could do was listen and break down in tears at the thought of again trying to steal from the Tower.
Volcan had begun a maniacal laugh toward the end of his speech. But that now came to an abrupt stop, "But before we do that-" Volcan turned back to Dortin with an angered glare in his eye. Then, in the flash of an eye, had Dortin in a strangle hold, yelling, "So, you thought you could throw dirt in my face, leave me to get caught by a guard, hit me in the back of the head, AND make me do my own digging and still get away with it!?"
Dortin struggled to breathe in Volcan's hold, but still managed to get out the sentence, "It's good to you to Volcan."
END CHAPTER: 7
FOOTNOTE: Very sorry this chapter was so late getting out but let me just say school sucks, chores suck, and computers, sometimes, suck, although my computer has been sucking more often lately. Anyways, I want to say thanks to those who reminded me I'm still writing a story for you people, the support really helps. By the way, if you'll notice, the name of the story on this chapter has been changed. No, that's not a typo, it's a new title I was thinking of giving this story. You see, New Beginning was just something I came up with at the spur of a moment; I feel Forgotten Past seem to fits this story more, though. But maybe I'm wrong, let me know what you think in reviews and I'll go by the most popular vote. Hopefully it will also show me that more than just Seeker() and Larka Vanimedle() are reading my story too.
Orphen: Forgotten Past
Chapter 7: Reunions Abound
Volcan had spent the majority of his morning resting quietly in the dungeon he now occupied-well, maybe not so quietly...
"Hey! What the hell kind of food does this joint have, I'm starving", Volcan yelled to the guard watching him as he was actually holding on to the bars as a monkey would do trying to escape a cage.
The guard, obviously irritated by Volcan's antics, approached Volcan and, bellowing at Volcan, said, "You'll get food when I say you can and you'll like it even if it's gruel because, if you hadn't noticed, you are in a dungeon and in my care as a prisoner so," the guard moved in even closer at Volcan, almost butting heads to yell, "SIT DOWN, BE QUIET AND STOP ANNOYING ME!"
Volcan's face didn't change at all and he calmly answered, "Make me". Volcan ended up at the other side of the dungeon with an imprint of the guard's staff running vertically along his face.
As Orphen hastily approached the lone cabin, he noticed a figure exiting from the front door. The moment Orphen noticed the purple hair, red eyes, and plump belly of the figure, his legs began to carry him even faster than before as he almost tackled Azalie with his momentum when he met her at the doorway. Cleao, who had reached the house at a close second bent down to catch her breath as she struggled to not fall over; Majic then came up at a far-off third struggling to crawl under the weight of the bags he was carrying.
After Cleao had finally caught a little of her breath back she said, still gasping, "Why do you always have to run so fast!?" Cleao then regained her composure and looked to see both Orphen and Azalie in a loving embrace, and Cleao saw something that she had rarely, if ever, seen before, or anyone else she was sure. Tears were now flowing from Orphen's eyes.
Volcan had been unconscious for a little while, which, in turn, allowed the guard to catch up on some sleep he had missed while both catching and watching Volcan through a good portion of the night. Luckily for Dortin, he remained that way even while he whispered to try and wake Volcan.
"Volcan, hey, Volcan, wake up!" Dortin whispered quietly through the bars above the wall Volcan was laying on. Dortin looked around at where he was and found a good sized rock to wake his brother. He dropped the stone down through the bars and successfully connected with Volcan's jaw. Volcan then leaped out of slumber, rubbing his jaw and moaning in pain.
"Who the Hell just did that!" he snarled, "I swear if I find out who did that I'm going to make sure they-", Volcan was then quickly interrupted by his brother urging him to be quiet.
"Volcan, calm down and be quiet, do you want to get in more trouble?" indicating the sleeping guard with the point of his finger.
Volcan then turned around to see the guard who had been watching him stirring slightly in a deep sleep. "You call that trouble, why I could take that jerk with one hand tied behind my-ouch!" Volcan suddenly felt a blunt force at the back of his head. He slowly turned around rubbing his head in anger as he looked at Dortin. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR, DORTIN!" Volcan bellowed at his younger brother.
"Ssssshhhhh!" Doritn almost hissed from the stress of trying not to wake the guard. He indicated the object he had thrown in to Volcan by pointing to the ground. It was the shovel they had used to dig at the cenotaph.
Volcan picked up the shovel with both hands in anger and whispered; seething at Dortin, "And what am I supposed to do with this, dig my way out!?"
Dortin gave a quick nod and replied, "Yup, that is, unless you want to spend the rest of your life in a rotting dungeon"
Volcan was taken slightly aback by this but quickly regained composure and returned with, "Well here's an idea, why don't you do the digging and I wait till you rescue me." Volcan was now gnashing his teeth with the mood he had been put in.
Dortin thoughtfully replied back to this with, "Well who would you rather have doing the digging", Dortin made sure to sound innocent around this statement, "your weak, defenseless brother, or the strong, masculine troll you are!?"
Dortin had succeeded in stroking Volcan's ego in just the right way. Volcan had lost all negative feelings after this. He dropped the shovel he was so tightly holding and began stroking his hair and then feeling his muscles as he said, "Well, I suppose I have been working out a lot more!" Volcan stopped what he was doing with a strange look at thinking how weird he must have looked then.
Volcan then looked back at his brother with newfound determination in his voice. "All right, you just wait right there my weak little brother and I'll be out there in no time!" Volcan then concentrated on the stone floor below him. He gave his arms a good stretch and cracked his knuckles a few times before grabbing onto the stones in the floor in a strive to yank them out.
Dortin then turned away from the bars and his brother and put his back to the wall. He then slouched down with a sigh of relief.
Hartia smiled at the answer she had given him. He removed himself from the doorway of the room now only lit by the morning light coming from the small window in her room. He then sat down at the foot of the bed right next to Kyra. The whole time she had never taken her eyes off of him, and she did not stop now. Hartia placed his hand on her right shoulder and said the only words he could think to calm her. "Let it all out."
Kyra's eyes then seemed to bulge with tears as she quickly buried her face into Hartia's cloak to take in comfort. Hartia had removed his hand from her shoulder as she had made this motion and now rested his hands on her back, as if giving comfort to a puppy that had just lost her mother.
Azalie had been hugging Orphen for quite a while now and she had begun to notice. "Uh, Krylancelo, I know it's been a little while since we've seen each but it hasn't been that long" Azalie giggled a little at her own comment. Orphen had then been knocked out of his trance by this. He released Azalie from his grasp and took notice of Azalie's beauty.
Her hair had grown to its old length of when she was a teen, only it was now done in a braid going down her back. The months of carrying a child had caused her belly to grow to a much larger size, but this had hardly been paid any mind by Orphen as he looked on. After all this time, Azalie still seemed to be capable of making Orphen blush.
Orphen began embarrassingly rubbing the back of his head and said, "Oh, yeah, sorry about that," his force began shaking, "I-I just kind of got caught up in the moment, you know." He then began laughing slightly. But he was quickly interrupted by the pain of Cleao's heel burying itself into his right foot.
Cleao then irritatingly said, "Say, lover boy, why don't you get to the reason why we're here already!" Cleao then released Orphen from her "foothold" and allowed him to speak again.
Orphen recovered from the pain and became all business as he asked, "Right, uh, Azalie, would you mind if we came inside to talk?" Azalie seemed a little puzzled at what had just occurred, but smiled all the same at her old friend.
"Why, sure you can" answered Azalie, "I'll put some coffee on while we talk". Orphen, Cleao, and Azalie headed inside of the cabin, leaving Majic on the ground; while Leki licked his face as if rubbing salt in the wound.
"Uh, guys?"
It had been a few hours since Dortin's had given the shovel to his brother for the escape, and he had now fallen asleep. That is, until the ground collapsed under him and knocked him to the side.
Volcan's upper body was now popping out of the hole he'd made like a gopher, shovel in hand. He yelled put triumphantly, "Hah, no prison can hold the likes of Lord Volcan Polkano!" Volcan then dropped the shovel and used his hands to make the final push to remove himself from the ground. He then took a long stretch, laughing in victory the whole time and looked around. "What's wrong with you" he asked curiously when he finally noticed his brother.
Dortin couldn't help but have a shocked look on his face at his brother actually escaping. "B-b-b-ut h-how did y-you make it o-out" he asked, stutteringly wildly.
Volcan had a look of pure confidence on his face as he answered, "That's easy," Dortin grew more attentive of Volcan, "because I'm the Great Lord Volcan Polkano!" Dortin collapsed in surprise of this, surprised at himself for not already guessing he would say that.
Dortin then recovered and said, "Well at any rate, since your free now we should probably leave now." Dortin was already on his way to the north gate when Volcan stopped him with his voice.
"Leave!? Are you joking!? They must pay for what they have done to me", the old Volcan seemed to be again rising to the surface, "by us stealing all the treasures in their treasure room." Yup, the old Volcan alright.
Dortin was stunned at this and quickly told him, "Are you crazy, haven't you learned from all the other times we've ever been to this place and tried to steal from it". Old memories from the library incident, the Bloody August, and just a few hours ago even, started appearing in his head. "Oh, yeah, and what do you mean by us?" Dortin added to his statement.
Volcan had completely ignored the last part of what Dortin had said, but still listened to his first part, "I don't care what happened back then because this is a new beginning for us," he threw a few punches at the air to accentuate his next statement, "I feel stronger than ever, like I could just lift that treasure room over my head and empty the treasure out myself!" Volcan continued his optimistic rant as all Dortin could do was listen and break down in tears at the thought of again trying to steal from the Tower.
Volcan had begun a maniacal laugh toward the end of his speech. But that now came to an abrupt stop, "But before we do that-" Volcan turned back to Dortin with an angered glare in his eye. Then, in the flash of an eye, had Dortin in a strangle hold, yelling, "So, you thought you could throw dirt in my face, leave me to get caught by a guard, hit me in the back of the head, AND make me do my own digging and still get away with it!?"
Dortin struggled to breathe in Volcan's hold, but still managed to get out the sentence, "It's good to you to Volcan."
END CHAPTER: 7
FOOTNOTE: Very sorry this chapter was so late getting out but let me just say school sucks, chores suck, and computers, sometimes, suck, although my computer has been sucking more often lately. Anyways, I want to say thanks to those who reminded me I'm still writing a story for you people, the support really helps. By the way, if you'll notice, the name of the story on this chapter has been changed. No, that's not a typo, it's a new title I was thinking of giving this story. You see, New Beginning was just something I came up with at the spur of a moment; I feel Forgotten Past seem to fits this story more, though. But maybe I'm wrong, let me know what you think in reviews and I'll go by the most popular vote. Hopefully it will also show me that more than just Seeker() and Larka Vanimedle() are reading my story too.