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Please take the translations with a grain of salt, Swedish, Chinese, and R'lyehian are not my first languages.
AN: Special thanks to guest reader, Carre. A good friend who has been reading my stories for a while now. He helped write Olof and has been a real pleasure to read his reviews these past few years. (Also gave me a pile of thumbs… which I'm honestly to scared to ask where he gets them from.) Oh, and there is an Important AN at the bottom. Please read. Enjoy.
In the Philippian sea north of Guam, January 4rth, 1923. 10 P.M
The scene opens on the middle of open ocean during the heart of a violent storm. No land can be seen for miles, yet a medium size tugboat dare braves the storm. It was a simple fishing boat, pushed by a motor with a sail in case of problems. Bottom deck for living with some storage. However, it was still small and in these waters the ocean could just as easily capsize the vessel. The view pulls along the side to reveal the name of the vessel as SS. Norrsken, before pulling inside the bridge. As the rain and thunderous lighting came down hard, it was difficult to see two figures struggling to pull the net back over. After a few moments the line snaps and the net goes over, but not before slashing one across the right cheek. In pain, the other quickly grabbed the other and head for the bridge. After struggling to open the door, the two entered revealing themselves.
One was an old man in his late fifties while the other a half Asian and Caucasian kid in his late teens. The old man wore a grey knitted sweater under an open greenish rubber jacket. He had overalls in the same color as his jacket with the pants tucked into his boots. Adorn on his head was a blue knitted hat from his late wife. He was bolding underneath, with grey hair only appearing on the sides of his head. His soaked beard came down to his chin. He had a scratch on his left blue greenish eye from a fishing incident in his youth. As for the younger man, he had ginger scraggly hair, and piercing blue eyes. The wire holding a fishing net just cut him deep across the bridge of his nose. Which will leave a permanent scar over his face. His clothes were similar to the old man with the exception he didn't had a hat. As the boy cried out in pain, the old man sat him down as he applied a few stitches to the bridge of his nose.
While doing so, the view turns to a cork board with a map and a few photo's hanging on it. The view focuses on the photo of the elderly man, when he was just a child, with the view fully focus he soon begins to narrate.
"Jag heter Olof Larsson. Innan någon av er funderar på att säga det, tänk inte ens på att kalla mig gammal. Mitt liv har varit ett intressant liv och om du kan stå och vänta och lyssna ska jag berätta det."
(My name is Olof Larsson. Before any of you think about saying it, don't even think of calling me old. My life has been an interesting one and if you can stand to wait and listen, I'll tell it.) The old man otherwise known as Olof remarks as the view shifts to a photo of Larsson's parents.
"Jag är född och uppvuxen i Hudiksvall Sverige 28 februari 1863. När jag föddes lämnade min mor min far till en svensk aristokrat. Det gick inte att ta hand om mig. Jag växte upp av mina morföräldrar medan min far skulle besöka mig en gång i månaden. Hans jobb fiske utanför stranden och det var ett krävande jobb. Jag har inget hat för heller. Det är olycka att hålla sig mot."
(I was born and raised in Hudiksvall Sweden February 28th 1863.When I was born, my mother left my father for a Swedish aristocrat. Unable to take care of me I was raised by my grandparents while my father would come visit me once every month. His job fishing off the shore and it was a demanding job. I don't hold any hatred for either. It's bad luck to hold a grudge.) Olof remarks as the view shifts to a young Olof fishing with his father, next to it was another photo next a news clipping. The photo was of Olof with his grandparents and the news clipping was of his mother mearing a decedent of Swedish Nobility.
"Mina morföräldrar var för det mesta fast men rättvist med mig. Min fars linje var fiskare sedan Rollos regn, och jag var död på att bli en. Farfar lärde mig handeln medan mormor lärde mig att förbereda det jag fick i familjerecepten. Tillsammans med det berättade hon för mig alla de skandinaviska folklorierna, heh även nu kan jag recitera berättelser om andar som Tomte, Näcken och mytiska varelser som Älvor, Kraken och troll. När jag tänker tillbaka tror jag att hon försökte göra mig försiktig på det öppna vattnet. Definitivt gjort mig vidskeplig."
(My grandparents for the most part, were firm but fair with me. My father's line were Fishermen since the reign of Rollo, and I was dead set on becoming one. Grandfather taught me the trade while grandma taught me how to prepare what I caught in family recipes. Along with that she told me all the Scandinavian folklore's, heh even now I can recite the tales of Spirits like Tomte, Näcken, and mythical beings like Älvor, Kraken, and trolls. Thinking back, I think she was trying to make me cautious on the open water. Definitely made me superstitious.) The view then shifts to a photo of a young Olof standing next to his grandfather, each holding the catch of the day. Next to that was a torn paper from a story book. It had a hand drawn photo of Jormungandr the world serpent.
"Atlas, jag blev en ålder där jag åkte ut till havet. Jag gick först med en fiskepersonal ombord på Gamla Valkyrie som ägs av Kapten Buster sommaren 1882. Jag tillbringade den bättre delen av min ungdom fiske utanför kusten med enstaka stopp i det moderna Polen och före detta ryska imperiet. Men när tiden gick börjar fiskeverksamheten sakta ner till en krypning. Detta skulle senare kallas säsongen för Drunknade maskar, så jag sa mitt farväl till Gamla Valkyrie och hennes besättning 1895. Med ingen erfarenhet av landjobb, fann jag mig ett jobb ombord på ett handelsfartyg som är på väg till västindierna. Eftersom det var första gången min familj lämnar det skandinaviska vattnet på fyra generationer, bestämde jag mig för att besöka min far eller åtminstone där han sattes till vila. Där träffade jag den märkliga killen som jag senare fick reda på att jag var min halvsöster."
(Atlas, I came of age where I went out to sea. I first joined a fishing crew aboard the Gamla Valkyrie owned by Kapten Buster in the summer of 1882. I spent the better part of my youth fishing off the coast with the occasional stop in modern day Poland and former Russian Empire. However as time went on, the fishing business begin to slow down to a crawl. This would be later known as the season of Drunknade maskar, So I said my farewell to Gamla Valkyrie and her crew in 1895. With no experience with land jobs, I found myself a job aboard a trade vessel bound for the west indies. Seeing that this will be the first time my family have left the Scandinavian waters in four generations, I decided to visit my father or at least where he was put to rest. There I met this peculiar lass who I found out later to be my half-sister.) The view shifts down to three photo's and a news clipping. The first was a photo of him standing beside a boat with four older sailors. In it, he seems happy. Next to it was the news clipping detailing a sudden lack of fish, causing loss in jobs and a wide spread food shortage along costal towns in the Baltic Sea. Besides it is a photo of an older Olof waving goodbye to the crew of the Gamla Valkyrie. The final one was of a brunet that have the same eye's as Olof.
"Hennes namn var Adela Barnekow, en härlig mamma till tre och nyligen en änka om mina brev från henne ska tro. Hon växte upp i ett lyxigt liv men ändå lyckades hon förbli vänlig hjärta om hon var lite trubbig. Hennes ... vår mor dog tyvärr efter att hon födde henne och hon visste aldrig om sin mors första äktenskap förrän mycket senare. Hon visste inte ens att jag fanns förrän vi träffades på kyrkogården. Vi tillbringade de närmaste dagarna på att binda och prata om våra liv innan jag åkte. Det var både ett konstigt och uppfyllande ögonblick som ifrågasatte sina egna perspektiv. När jag åkte, hade jag en känsla av hem att se fram emot när jag återvänder. Om jag någonsin kommer tillbaka. Det har gått år sedan jag var i inhemska vatten i mitt hemland."
(Her name was Adela Barnekow, a lovely mother of three and recently a widow if my letters from her are to be believed. She grew up in a life of luxury yet she managed to remain kind heart if a bit blunt. Her… our mother unfortunately passed away after giving birth to her and she never knew about her mother's first marriage till much later. She didn't even know I existed till we met in the graveyard. We spent the next few days bonding and talking about our lives before I left. It was both a strange and fulfilling moment that put's one's own perspectives into question. When I left, I had a sense of home to look forward to when I return. If I ever return. It's been years since I've been in native waters of my homeland.) The view pulls over to a few photo's of the Barnekow family, which included Olof's sister, her German husband, and their three kids. Two boys and one girl. As well as their long since gone lavish mansion in Greifswald Germany. The only photo that didn't had them was of Olof waving goodbye to his sister from the deck of the ship.
"Det var ... svårt att lämna mitt hem för främmande länder. Jag har aldrig känt mig sjösjuka i hela mitt liv men när vi lämnade Göteborgs hamn kastade jag upp i timmar. Denna sjukdom följde mig överallt tills vi officiellt hade lämnat Nordsjön och färdade längs kanten av Biscayabukten, men även när jag inte kräkade upp tarmarna kände jag ett hål i mitt hjärta. Det var inte förrän vi anlände till Kapstaden försvann denna känsla. När jag gick in på African Soil för första gången var det som att resa till en helt ny värld. Det varma vädret, det lokala och djuret skrämde och upphetsade mig. Heh, jag skrattar fortfarande efter min reaktion på att se en pingvin för första gången."
(It was… difficult leaving my home for foreign lands. I never felt sea sick in my entire life but the moment we left the port of Gothenburg I vomited for hours on end. This sickness followed me everywhere till we had official left the North Sea and was traveling along the edge of the Bay of Biscay, but even when I wasn't vomiting up my guts, I felt a hole in my heart. It wasn't till we arrive in Cape town did this feeling disappeared. When I stepped onto African Soil for the first time, it was like traveling to a whole new world. The warm weather, the local's, and animal both frightened and excited me. Heh, I still chuckle at my reaction to seeing a penguin for the first time.) The view then pulls down to show a news article of Olof, being chased by a hoard of south African penguins. Next to it was a photo of him looking amazement at the culture. Pin to the wall was a few trinkets he picked up in South Africa and West India.
"Med denna korta upplevelse av exotisk kultur växte jag en oförsvaglig törst efter äventyr. Reser världen från 1895-1905. Jag har träffat många nyfikna människor i min tid, lärt mig flera språk och lärt mig deras outlandiska och ibland skrämmande berättelser om monströst varelse och den djärva hjälten som finns i legenden. Allt kom framåt 1901 när jag återvände till Hong Kong för min femte gång. Jag träffade den här lokala kvinnan med namnet Hui Hudie. Ägaren till en tebutik nära Victoria Harbour. Vid den tiden hade vi ett flörtförhållande ... då växte det till den punkten att vi aktivt letade efter varandra. Den här gången ... det var annorlunda. Hon var tre månader gravid ... med tvillingar."
(With this brief experience of exotic culture, I grew an unquenchable thirst for adventure. Traveling the world from 1895-1905. I've met many curious people in my time, learned multiple languages and learned their outlandish and sometime terrifying tales of monstrous being's and the bold hero's who resides in legend. This all came to ahead in 1901 when I returned to Hong Kong for my fifth time. See, I met this local woman by the name of Hui Hudie. The owner of a tea shop Near Victoria Harbor. At the time we had a flirting relationship… then it grew to the point that we actively search for each other. This time… it was different. She, was three months pregnant… with twins.) The view pulls up to show photo's of Olof in various locations around the world. Transporting lumber to Australia, arriving in japan to receive steel, picking up crates of sugar from Brazil. At the center of the photo's was one of Olof's wife. She was in her mid-thirties, black hair, and blue eye's that dazzled in her red Qipao.
"Jag ... ja, visste inte exakt hur det hände. Men då visste jag redan vad jag inte skulle göra. Jag har hört berättelser om barn som växer upp faderlösa, och de östliga kulturerna var inte exakt idén för föräldralösa barn eller utlänningar. Så med hjälp av några av de pengar jag hade sparat köpte jag en båt och kallade den SS. Norrsken. Fiske var i mitt blod, och det var det enda sättet jag vet hur jag stöttar min nya familj. Vi gifte oss en månad senare med ett traditionellt kinesiskt bröllop. Heh, för att vara ärlig har jag inte varit lika nervös som när jag lämnade hemmet."
(I… well, didn't exactly knew how that happened. But by then I already knew what not to do. I've heard stories of children growing up fatherless, and the eastern cultures weren't exactly the idea place for orphans or children of foreigners. So, using some of the money I had saved I bought a boat and named it the SS. Norrsken. Fishing was in my blood, and it was the only way I know how to support my new family. We were married a month later with a traditional Chinese wedding. Heh, to be honest, I haven't been as nervous as the time I left home.) The view goes to the other side of the cork board, the boat papers hanged right next to a photo of him in a Tang Suit with Hui in a matching Qun Kwa.
"Fem månader senare föddes våra två pojkar. Vi heter Biming och Cheng Larsson, traditionella namn som förhoppningsvis återuppbyggar bron mellan Huis familj. De godkände aldrig vår fackförening eller våra barn. De var traditionella genom och igenom. Jag blev mindre föraktad och mer tolererad när tiden gick. Till och med jag och Huis barn genomgick samma sak. Tyvärr, denna hårda behandling, lämnade dem splittrade som bara växte när tiden gick. Biming harselade sina morföräldrar och hans ursprungliga förfädernas kultur, medan Cheng inte hade någon ilska mot dem och helt enkelt fokuserade på sin egen sak. Detta orsakar i sin tur de två i varandras hals. Nyligen hände Biming omkring några människor som jag önskar att han inte skulle associera med."
(Five months later, our two boys were born. We named Biming and Cheng Larsson, traditional names that hopefully rebuild the bridge between Hui's family. They never did approve of our union or children. They were traditionalist through and through. I became less despised and more tolerated as time went on. Even me and Hui's kids went through the same thing. Sadly, this harsh treatment, left them divided that only grew as time went on. Biming resented his grandparents and his native lands ancestral culture, while Cheng held no anger towards them and simply focused on his own thing. This in turn cause the two being at each other's throat. Recently, Biming was hanging around a few people that I wish he wouldn't associate with.) Below that was the photo of the two boy's. They had their mother's eyes but Cheng had Olof's orange hair. Below it was a confiscated CPC propaganda that Olof had taken from Biming.
"(Sigh) Jag vet ärligt talat inte vad jag ska göra med honom. Ända sedan min fru gick för två år sedan har han gått från ungdomar till att tillbringa mer tid i en fängelse. Cheng har emellertid intresserat mig för mitt jobb och berättelser om mina äventyr till sjöss. Jag ville göra samma sak som han bad i flera år att jag skulle ta honom ut till havet. Från och med förra månaden bröt jag äntligen och gick med på det. Med avsaknaden av fiskeplatser i närheten, bestämde jag mig för att åka till denna plats av Guam. Jag hörde berättelser om magnifika fiskar av otrolig storlek simma runt i den delen av havet. Kanske till och med släcka hans törst efter äventyr, minst för en liten stund"
(Sigh) I honestly don't know what to do with him. Ever since my wife's passing two years ago he's gone from juvenile acts to spending more time in a jail cell. Cheng however, he's taken an interest in my job and tales of my adventures at sea. Wanting to do the same he requested for years that I take him out to sea. As of last month, I finally broke down and agreed. With the lack of fishing spots nearby, I decided to head to this spot out by Guam. I heard tales of magnificent fish of incredible size swim around in that part of the ocean. Maybe even quench his thirst for adventure, least for a little while.) As Olof's narration comes to an end, the view focus on a photo of him and his sons on the SS. Norrsken. It then slowly pulls out to reveal Olof removing his hat as he places away the medical pack
"Nín yīnggāi gèngjiā xiǎoxīn; xǔduō rén bèi sōngsǎn de diànxiàn lā dào xiàmiàn." (You should be more careful; many people are pulled below by loose wires.) Olof spoke in mandarin as he places the medical pack back on the wall.
"Ugh, Wǒ huì jì zhù zhè yīdiǎn… (Sigh) Èliè de tiānqì wú chù bùzài. Bàofēngyǔ wú chù chūxiàn shì yīgè bù hǎo de xìnhào ma?" (Ugh, I'll keep that in mind… (Sigh) Nasty weather came out of nowhere. Is it a bad sign for a storm to appear from nowhere?) Cheng asked as he tried not to touch the gauze that wrapped around his nose.
"Shì de, jīntiān zǎoshang wǒ kàn dàole hóngsè de rì chū. Yīnggāi fāchū jǐnggào, dàn wǒ shénme dōu méi tīng dào." (Aye, early this morning I saw the red sunrise. Should have taken warning, but I didn't hear anything about storms coming in.) Olof remarks cursing the one time he did not listen to the world.
The storm in question had came from out of nowhere. It started with clear sun shower, then clouds came roaring in with the speed of the wind. Once the clouds came in the rain begin to hit harder and the waves begin to get larger. Lightning had begun to strike just moments ago but it was fierce. Nature was turning for the worse. As Olof look on, to the sea his tired eyes begin to fail him. So, he leans down and pulls out a few tea bags. He walks over to the counter were a tea kettle was held down on the stove. He begins to make himself some black tea when his eye's noticed something at the far end of the ship. Outside, was a man. Covered in a rotting rain jacket and fisherman's hat. It was standing there in the storm, looking back at him. Olof quickly rubs his eyes to which when he opens them the figure was no longer there.
"Vad i..." (What the…) Before Olof could finish his sentence in his native tongue, the ship begins to scrape against something sending him to the ground with a large thud. Things begin to fly around as the side of the hull was being scrapped by something large. Once done, Olof slowly got to his feet only to look outside and see something that made his eyes widen in horror. Outside the window in the distance was an island, with multiple jagged rock pointing outwards and up out of the water. No sign of light house, and the only way he could see them was from the occasional light of lightening.
"Åh, skit." (Oh, shit.) Olof mutters before racing to the wheel. He struggles to regain control of the vessel as it seems hell bent on crashing into the rocky shores of this strange island.
"Zhuā zhù dōngxī zhèng!" (Hold onto something Cheng!) Olof screams to his son as he pull the wheel port way's. The wind was against them but thankfully the new gas powered engine gave the push to avoid the sharp edges albeit barely. For the next few moments, he struggled to prevent the SS. Norrsken from crashing into the sharpened rocks.
As he barely avoids the rocks he managed to push the SS. Norrsken, he noticed a wide enough passage way that would take the ship to an inland cove of sorts. to it's limits, getting it to safety in a small cove. Though that did little as the cove was lined with multiple ships spanning the ages. A graveyard of ships, ranging from ancient Chinese Junk's to British Frigate's. From civilian to military boat. The newest boat among this grave yard he can see is a massive German Schlachtkreuzer, nearly cut in half and hanging from an arch overlooking the cove.
"Tiān nǎ. Fùqīn… wǒmen zài nǎ?" (My god. Father… where are we?) Cheng asked in shock by what he's seeing.
"Wǒ... Wǒ bù zhīdào." (I... I have no idea.) Olof said with astonishment.
He had traveled this way a million times. Not once has he ever seen this island or heard any land mass of that size in this region. As he looks around, he see's a way for the SS. Norrsken to escape the cove without running the risk of crashing into the jagged rocks. What looks like the remains of a transport vessel was blocking a small pathway. It would be tight but as long as he takes it slow, he could fit his ship through the narrow passage. Question was how to remove the massive ship? As he looks around he noticed a figure in the distance on top of the cliff sides, it looked like the one on his ship moments ago. As Olof stares up at this figure, Lightning strike's and the figure disappears. Leaving a sense of unease. As he looks up, his attention was too focused on the missing figure he nearly missed his son calling out to him.
"Fùqīn, fùqīn, fùqīn!" (Father, Father, FATHER!) Cheng shouted until Olof took notice.
"Hmm? Bàoqiàn, yǐwéi wǒ kàn dàole shénme." (Hmm? Sorry, thought I saw something.) Olof apologies as he turns to his son.
"Hěn hǎo, dànshì wǒmen gāi zěnme bàn?" (It's fine, but what will we do?) Cheng asked, causing Olof to pause for a moment. As he thinks, a sudden bolt of lighting aluminates the sky. Looking up he can see the massive Schlachtkreuzer hanging above. Seeing it dangle above gave the old sailor an idea. Back in his time traveling the world. He helped a few German sailors carry their artillery their war ships. Perhaps the guns were still operational. How hard is it to operate a cannon?
"Wǒ xiǎng wǒ yǒu gè zhǔyì. Dài zài zhèlǐ, wǒ yào qù kàn kàn." (I think I have an idea. Stay here, I'm going to take a look around.) Olof said to his son who nods.
Olof was about to walk out when his eyes fixate on a 5-inch folding knife on the floor. It must have fallen off the counter. As he stares down the thought of that stranger begins to cause his skin to crawl. So, quickly leaning down he picks up knife and pockets it, for insurance. He grabs the lamp hanging on the side of the wall and exited the bridge into the storm.
Play Devil's Reef: H.P Lovecraft Orchestral Horror music by Graham Plowman – Composer for dramatic effects.
It wasn't hard to get to solid land, with all these old boats connected to one another, it was simply moving with the tide. Though each ship had it's own history, their own story laid bare by the bones of their inhabitants. One ship had the barnacle covered bones of pirates, who looked like they died fighting each other for a chest filled with sand. Another, was of two couples holding on to each to the end. Then their was one Skelton in the brig of a small luxury boat. On the floor was words of apologies towards someone name Depp. It may not matter to some, but Olof made sure to watch where he stepped. Each body has it's own spirit, and it is not wise to disturbed the dead, especially in such a curse place like this.
After carefully maneuvering through the corpse ships of old, he came to the last ship closes to land…Problem was dry land, isn't exactly what he would call it. The Beach head was more of a marshland, mud as thick as glue lined the ground. Olof using a broken piece of pipe stuck it into the mixture of wet sand, mud, and whatever had died in it and found it difficult to remove. Worst yet, the mud produced a foul odor that would sicken the crustiest of sailors. Seeing he can't walk on the beach nor does he wish to, he decides to look around for an alternate route. As he looks around, he spots for what he thought for a moment was stairs. It wasn't till he looked closer did he realized that indeed there were stairs. Hand chiseled and steep, with only a rope railing hammered into the wall. This was curious, but as convent as it was unsettling. If anything, the sight of a crude man-made structure made him wonder if he was truly alone on this island.
He made his way towards the stair case. After thirty minutes of jumping from ship to ship, he made it to the stairs. They were hand cut and yet rather crude they seem to be in such a perfect condition, that it makes one question if it wasn't made by machine. Olof then made his steep climb up the mountain, the ground wet with mud causing him to take is slow unless he slips and falls to water or mud like sand far below. After an hour of climbing he found a little rest spot in a small cave on the side of the mountain.
"(Huff, Huff) Ett universellt faktum (Huff, Huff) om varje kultur ... (Huff, Huff) trappor, är jävla värst! (Huff, Huff)." (Huff, Huff) One universal fact (Huff, Huff) about every culture… (Huff, Huff) stairs, are the fuckin worst! (Huff, Huff). Olof groans as he tries to catch his breath. As he does his eyes turn towards the cave. There was something strange about it, as he looked into the blackness of the cave, he failed to see the hand of something grotesque and smiley reach around the corner of the cave.
Olof then noticed something on the wall, paintings and drawings on the wall. He moves towards it, unaware he avoided being snatched by the scaly arm. He holds the lantern up and inspects the almost prehistoric drawings. It depicts two, man shaped giants leave a planet, crashing into the moon on their way out. They floated till they arrived on another planet. There they seemed to be fighting a fish creatures the size of whales, killing it before tossing its severed head bellow the ocean. It then went on to show them constructing a device in a strangely unsettling city in Antarctica. That device was activated and man appeared before them. The paintings ended with man spreading around the world, with smaller fish like men bellow them. With angry scowls on their face and multiple sets of crude weapons.
"Hur konstigt." (How, strange.) Olof comments as he scratches his beard. He heard about many relgions in his travel. Only one he can think of that came close to this was the Babylonian fish god, Dagon. But there has been no mentions of two giants of purple and gold killing him. Or that that they created humanity.
As he looks over the paintings, another draft of air blows through the cave, caring in an unearthly stench. It was of dead sea animals mixed in the mud and tar of long since dead whales. The smell was almost unbearable to Olof, so much so that when he turns around, he found the source of the smell. Lightning strikes in the distance, but the glow from it aluminate the background. Revealing a figure standing outside the cave, peering in with wide sickly green eyes. The figure disappears into the darkness once more. Slightly unwind and curious Olof walks forward with his lantern held up high for illumination. He walked to the entrance of the cave, looking out into the darkness, he see's nothing. No one was there, the man had disappeared. Confused, he turns around as a lightning strikes right before him was the man. Though it wasn't a man from the way the illumination.
It's putrid skin was nearly amphibious. Almost fish like as well. Its eyes were so wide that they never blinked. The lips were outstretched revealing jagged teeth stained with flesh. And possible more frightening was when is shrieked, the side of it's necks were gills. The terrifying shriek sent Olof to the ground, dropping the lantern as the creature moved towards him in its stitched up fisherman's clothes. Fearing for his life and shocked by the horrific creature before him, Olof begins to crawl back as the creature moved towards him. As it gets closer and closer, Olof continues moving back to his right hand goes over the cliff. He nearly went with it but caught himself. As he looks down, a slimy frog fish like hand grabs ahold of his collar and lifts him up with terrifyingly amazing strength. He was held over the ledge of the cliff, as he dangles the wind picks up, knocking the cotton hat off his head.
The creature lets out a sound that was a mixture of a frog croaking and a fish smacking it's lips with the howl of a shrieking banshee. Olof watches in horror as the fish man like creature raises it's other hand to reveal it's sharpened claws was ready to strike. In a moment of desperation, Olof reaches into his pocket and pulled out his knife, stabbing the creature in the eye. It lets out the same strange shriek as it tosses Olof aside the cave, nearly dislocating his right arm. He grunts in pain as he slowly stands up. He watches as the creature slowly and painfully removes the knife from its eye. Once it succeeded, discarding the knife over the cliff, it turns to Olof with anger in its eyes.
With that, Olof quick grabbed his downed lamp and ran into the blacken cave. He ran and ran without looking back in fear of seeing that horrific creature following behind him. As he stumbles through the darkness, he finally had to stop to catch his breath. He couldn't see the creature much less what was in front of him. As fear of lighting a match begin to subside, the curiosity of his surroundings begin to get the better of him. He strikes the match, and to his horror he was greeted by the face of human remains. He lets out a faint yelp in fear before dropping the match. After another few moments he strikes the match again lighting up the room this time he can see things much clearer. With his shacking hands he lights the lantern Illuminating the room. There before him looked like a sacrificial room. Skelton's covered in multiple barnacles, seaweed, bits of coral, and a few still had clumps of putrid flesh still clinging to their bones. They were hanging from water logged wood with their hands bound in soaked rope. The poor bastards must have been gutted where they hanged.
"Min gud ... den här platsen, även Helheims rike kunde inte jämföra sig med denna förbannelse." (My god… this place, even the Realm of Hel-Heim could not compare to this curse place.) Olof remarks in shock at the sight of the bodies. While looking over the bodies of unfortunate souls who were presumed executed, he hears the sound of something blubbering in the distance.
Fearing that that abomination was around the corner, he dimmed the lights and slowly crept towards the sounds. He soon came to an entrance of an open mouthed cave. Bellow was a stone table with more of those fish like creatures. Only difference being that they no longer look human. There naked bodies were covered in scales, they faces were a mixture of a frog and trout bearing thin but sharp teeth. Their wide eyes never blinking as they stood around a table chanting in a language that Olof has never heard of. As they chant, Olof can see a figure at the center of the table.
"Nafl'fhtagn gnaiih Dagon, nafl'fhtagn fhalma Hydra, llll c' l' uln ymg' l' lllln'gha bthnkor ot ymg' mghrii gof'nnn. Vulgtmah ymg' ah lloigazath l' ehyee r'luhhor ahf' ymg' mgepah'n'ghanah! Nafl'fhtagn gnaiih Dagon, nafl'fhtagn fhalma Hydra, llll c' l' uln ymg' l' lllln'gha bthnkor ot ymg' mghrii gof'nnn. Vulgtmah ymg' ah lloigazath l' ehyee r'luhhor ahf' ymg' mgepah'n'ghanah! Nafl'fhtagn gnaiih Dagon, nafl'fhtagn fhalma Hydra, llll c' l' uln ymg' l' lllln'gha bthnkor ot ymg' mghrii gof'nnn. Vulgtmah ymg' ah lloigazath l' ehyee r'luhhor ahf' ymg' mgepah'n'ghanah! Nafl'fhtagn gnaiih Dagon, nafl'fhtagn fhalma Hydra, llll c' l' uln ymg' l' lllln'gha bthnkor ot ymg' mghrii gof'nnn. Vulgtmah ymg' ah lloigazath l' ehyee r'luhhor ahf' ymg' mgepah'n'ghanah! Nafl'fhtagn gnaiih Dagon, nafl'fhtagn fhalma Hydra, llll c' l' uln ymg' l' lllln'gha bthnkor ot ymg' mghrii gof'nnn. Vulgtmah ymg' ah lloigazath l' ehyee r'luhhor ahf' ymg' mgepah'n'ghanah!"
As they continue to chant, Olof gets a good look at the table To his surprise was a young boy, close to his son's age. Of Asian descent with long black hair. A streak of what looks like reddish pink on the right side of his head. He was tied down by rope made from seaweed. His clothes were ripped off the poor boy and scattered about. As Olof watches the group of seven chant, the one from before came before them.
"A shuggoth, ahagl ah shuggoth l' c' vulgtmoth shugnah!" The creature shouted as it approaches it's uglier brothers.
"Ah fahf mgleth!?" One of the Fishmen asked. The clothed fishmen presented Olof's hat. Tossing it on the ground in front of them.
"H' ph'nglui mgepah ya bthnknahorr ahhai h' mgepmggoka ya nwnglui! h' ph'nglui mgepbug epagll, ng ahagl ah ehyeahog ph'nglui gn'thorr ot ahna!" the creature explains as it points to it's missing eye.
The Fish men all give a remark before one walks forward. It then spoke, "C' ahor nafl mgah'ehye ahair'luh l' ah llll mgepmgah mere shuggoth. yog bug ng h' mgah'n'ghft. F' ahor't ah l' mgepmgah'ehye epgoka fahf ulnagr lw'nafh'drn!"
The Fish men nod and separated from the table. Some waddled to the cliff side before jumping into the treacherous waters. Other walked off into the cave's holding crude torches made of wreckages from sunken ships. It glows a low greenish tint as they moved down the caves. Once gone, Olof crept a little closer. They were indeed gone, leaving the naked young man on the table. Olof was about to head the way he came when his eyes spot something odd. The young man, he was moving.
Olof's conscious couldn't allow him to leave without trying to save the kid. His conscious wouldn't allow it. Plus, it's bad karma to leave a stranger to their fate without trying to help. Giving a faint sigh, he slowly made his way down the cliff side, making sure not to fall. After careful maneuvering down, he let's go and lands with a silent thud. His knees ached from crouching but he dared not stand up in case one of those fish like abominations returns. He reached the kid as he slept. His body was covered in scratch marks and bruises.
"Min gud ... vad har de gjort med din, stackars pojke?" (My god... what have they done to you, poor boy?) Olof said before looking around for something to use to cut the poor boy free. As he looks around, he noticed a satchel bag made from different ship masts. Something was poking out of it. Thinking it would be useful, he walked over to find an arrangement of strange stuff. Two were strangely shaped green knifes. As he picks one up, it extends in his hand into a gun
"Vad i hela världen" (What in the world?) Olof comments as he tries to figure out how to operate this strange weapon. After a few moments of operating it, he finally figured out how the damn thing works. He grabs the bag and flung it over his shoulder. Using the strange gun, knife, thing. He begins to cut the seaweed rope. As he begins on the second one, the kid begins to stir.
"Hmm… where… where am I?" The kid said in English as he looks up. His eye' turn to Olof as he cuts the second seaweed like rope and movie to the third one. It was then that he notices, his surroundings and the position he's in. "Hey! Where am I… and what happened to my cloth…"
Before he could finish Olof places his hand over his mouth. His English was fine, but comes off with an accent. "Shhh, listen lad. I have no idea how you got here, much less what island this is, but know that the thing that had you tied are still roaming about."
The kid gave a strange look before the sound of something sloshing can be heard. The two looked to the right to see a low green light luminating from the cave. Olof quickly sshhed the kid before hiding behind a stalagmite. The kid looked confused but noticed that his right leg and arm bond's were undone. Not wanting to give away that he was untied, he quickly wrapped the seaweed ropes around his arm and slid his leg under the other. He squinted his eyes to hide the fact that he was awake.
After a few moments, one of the fishmen returned looking around before walking to the kid. The kid tried his best to hide the fact that he was awake, but the sight of the grotesque monster shocked him. To much that his eye's widened in horror.
"Y-You… I saw you. You pulled me under!" Ren said as a faint hint of fear broke through his calm tone. His faint tone was then changed to that of anger upon realization. "Where's Nora! Hey! Where's Nora you Baste…!"
Before he could finish, the creature impales the side of the table with it's claws, nicking the poor kid's face. It lets out a horrific shriek before talking to the kid. "Ymg' zhro aimgr'luhh, ngnah Y' f' ephaizhro llll ymg'…"
It then noticed something, on the seaweed like vines. There was a cut in them. Not enough to break free from, but was dangerously close. It then comes to the realization that the bag was missing, It then quickly swings down it's claws with lethal intention. Acting quickly, he rolls down onto the ground, right at the feet the fishman tries to break free, while the kid was avoiding be stepped on. Olof watched from behind the stalagmite, seeing the kid in danger he fumbled with the device to try and get it into gun mode. After a few moments, he successfully reverts the weapon to pistol mode. To his shock, they weren't pistols that he ever handled before. The moment he pulled the trigger, multiple rounds fired out. Unprepared for an automatic, the first two rounds hit the back of the fish man before going up the wall and hitting one of the few stalactites. The bullets seemed to bruise the monster but the rocks, it cracked them to the point that they fell from the ceiling. The kid using what little strength he had managed to break free of the one binging his right leg and rolling to safety as the stalactite broke the one restraining his only arm.
"Huh, en automatisk pistol pistol. Vilken nästa döds monstrositet vi hittar nästa?" (Huh, an automatic submachine gun pistol. What next monstrosity of death we invent next?) Olof remarks before spotting the kid picking himself up.
He raced over before helping the kid up. "Where in the world did you get such a thing?"
The Kid covering his exposed genitals explains with a shrug. "Made it from scrap."
Before Olof could remark on it, there was a sudden flipping noise coming from the same hallway that fishman came from, realizing the danger Olof motions for them to run. The kid thought about staying to fight, but from the sound of it, there were multiple sets of feet. Too many to fight on his own. So with an agreeing nod, the two ran into another cave just as the creatures appeared.
They ran further into the darkness, with the only thing to light their way was the lamp that Olof was carrying. It wasn't long till they hear the shrieks and whales of those Fishmen. They sound angry. As they ran, Olof couldn't help smell the scent of the ocean ahead. Along with that was the pattering of rain on metal. They must be close to a ship that was etched into the land. In the distance he could see it, a ship like door, leading out into open sky. Embolden by this he didn't noticed that the sounds of the fishman's feet was closing in to their horrible stench assaulted his nose.
"Run! Their right behind us!" the kid shouted as he begins to pass Olof.
Olof, for a split second looks behind him, only to see the cave was crammed full of them. More then what he had seen just moments ago. They were run up the cave, climbing on it's wall's and ceilings. And each and every single one of them were more horrifying to look at then the last. Horrified by the sight of these monstrosities of fish, frog, and man, Olof begin to push the bounds of his feeble old age would allow. As he ran, he accidently slipped on wet rock and takes a tumble. The fall gave him a cut just above the eye brow, bruised his leg, and caused his lamp to smash. Extinguishing the light. The mixture of hearing and the smell of those aquatic nightmares forced the old man to get up once more and limp desperately towards the door, where the kid was waiting. As he was closing in on the door, so were the fishmen. Knowing he couldn't make it, Olof makes one last push for survival by jumping through the door.
As he launches himself through, one aquatic devil nearly slashed the back of his neck. He landed with a hard thud as the kid pushed the door closed. Their was tearing and sounds of scratches at the rusty door, but it did little to nothing to get them inside. Olof and the kid once sure they were safe takes a moment to catch their breath.
"Monty (Huff, Huff) almighty, (Huff, Huff) what (Huff, Huff) are (Huff, Huff) those… (Huff, Huff) things?" The kid asked in a huff of exhaustion.
"No (Huff, Huff) fucking (Huff, Huff) idea." Olof remarks as he struggles to stand. After a few moments of catching their breath Olof reaches out his hand to the kid. "Larsson, Olof Vikingen Larsson, and you are?"
"… Ren, Lie Ren." The kid known as Ren remarks as he shakes Olof's hand.
"Well, Ren. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you but I doubt this is the time or place for such pleasantries." Olof remarks as he undid his straps and begin to remove his sweater.
"Yeah… um, what are you doing?" Ren asked as Olof removed his sweater to reveal a dirty tank top.
"Well, if we are to go any further. I'd think it would be much better if I don't have to look at your röv och bollar." Olof explains as he tosses Ren the oversize sweater.
Ren had no idea what Olof was remarking till he remembered that he was buck naked. He puts on the sweater, which just barley covers his genitals. As he does, Olof takes a look outside into the storm. He can see his ship, far below. As he gets his barring it soon dawns upon him that he made it to the Schlachtkreuzer.
"Hey, let me know if you see any cannons that might be operable. If we want to get out of here, we need to clear a path!" Olof said as he points to the transport vessel blocking the exit through a small crack.
Ren gives a nod, before the two slowly went about the ship. It wouldn't be too hard to find a cannon, question of if one operates, that's another. As they went about, they failed to notice something huge moving about below the surface of the water down by the cove. After five minutes of searching, they came to a room, that had a ledge overhanging the cove. There at the very edge was an old anti-aircraft cannon that still works. It was loaded, with just enough to do the job three times. As he set's it up Ren looked around the ship, noticing the crew had become a part of the ship, as he stares into the eye holes of one skeleton. It was unsettling to look at yet he couldn't turn away. As he continues to stare, the blacken holes suddenly light up with yellow. Before Ren could even react, one of those fishmen monster burst out from behind the wall. Tackling Ren to the floor.
"Ren!" Olof shouted as he quickly pulls the pistol from the pouch and takes aim.
Before he could get a shot off, the fishman moved towards him. Tackling Olof against the old gun causing it to fire by accident while sending the gun to the edge of the ship. The misfired round hits the transport vessel, but didn't do the effect that they were hoping for, rather the vibrations from the shot caused the ship to become unstable.
"Llll ya kinik's nwnglui!" The creature states as it opens up it's fangs to bite off Olof's head.
As Olof struggles, Ren quickly rebound and grabbed his gun, before it went off the ships edge. He fires off a shot just before the creature could bite Olof's head off. Unlike the last time, he aimed for the inside part of the mouth, which wasn't protected like the outsides. The round caused the creature to let got of Olof as it stumbles toward the edge. The last words that left it's mouth was something of a prayer.
"N'gha… l' nog ymg' …shuggothh. Ahornah …dagon's, lloigazath… l' ah ymg'" The creature said before falling over. As it fell, the creatures foot caught on the control, causing the AA cannon to fire off another round, that hit's it's target. But had the unintentional effect of causing the ship to break under the vibrations.
Within moments, years of rust had finally begun to undo the ship. The hull begun to crack like ice and the wind started to push the old ship into the bay, with Olof and Ren still on board. The ship tilted to the side and nearly sent the two over. Ren grabbed onto the railing, while Olof held onto AA gun. As they held on tight, trying to figure out a way off the ship a sudden snap caught both of them off guards. As the AA cannon goes over the edge, it would have taken Olof with him if it wasn't for a small rusted hole in the floor that he grabbed onto at the last second.
"Oh sweat merciful shit, Help me up!" Olof shouted as he dangles over the side.
"Hold on, I'll come over!" Ren shouts as he slowly makes his way down.
Olof holds on to dear life as Ren slowly made his way down. He was just about to reach out when hole cracked, causing Olof to fall. Ren watches as he falls towards the ships screaming with wide eye's of shock. Ren, without thinking, dives after him. He caught up to him as the two fell. Ren retrieved his other weapon from the bag, and held on tight to Olof. They were about to crash into a British 17th century warship when Ren used the knife functions of his weapons to redirect their fall. Making the plummet to their demise into a painful skip across the water.
The pain of being slapped across the water stunned Olof, as well as surviving the fall. He was honestly sure he wouldn't survive. As he laid their beneath the surface, something catches his eye's. He couldn't see bellow him at first, but after a flash of lighting his eyes go wide in horror. Multiple schools of fishmen were swimming, towards him. So many that he couldn't count them all. But that wasn't the terrifying part. Something was swimming behind them, moving them aside as it approaches and it's much bigger then the boat he fell from. Worst yet, even without the illumination of lightening, the yellowish red eye's glowed in the dark. He lets out a silent scream before he felt a hand grabbing his tank top. He was pulled up by Ren who was already on the SS. Norrsken.
"Fùqīn, zhège nánhái shì shéi, fāshēngle shénme shì, tā wèishéme méiyǒu kùzi?" (Father, who is this boy, what happened, why doesn't he have pants?!) Cheng asked as Ren helped board.
Olof didn't answer rather he ran to the bridge of the ship and activated the engines. As he does, the first of the fishmen jump aboard the ship. It was the same one that Olof had stabbed in the eye, only this time it had tossed away the clothes it was wearing. Upon seeing this creature, Cheng lets out a shriek in fright at the sight of it. It let's out a haunting scream, before Ren fired at it. Unlike the others, this one didn't had the luxury of toughen fish scales. After blasting it to pieces, two more jumped onto the ship, with more coming up by the minute.
"Jiānchí, shāo děng! Wǒmen yào líkāi zhèlǐ!" (Hold on! We're getting out of here!) Olof shouted to his son before remarking in English. "Kid, keep them of my boat and away from my son!"
"Understood!" Ren shouted as he fires off a few rounds at the fish men that dived onto the ship.
The boat begins to make it's way towards the narrow crack, he no longer had time take this carefully. As he drove, Ren fought hard with the limited ammunition he had. Once expended he was forced to fight up and close, least he didn't had to fight alone. Cheng had grabbed a harpoon and managed to kill one that was creeping up behind Ren. The two fought, but their seemed to be no ending of these aquatic devils. It wasn't till something burst from the water that stopped the attackers in their place. A shadow of a figure appeared over the ship, and it scared away the fish men.
The figure in question had the body of a female. Multiple sets of fins and gills. Tentacles risen from it waist, and in the flash of lighting, the whole horrifying body was revealed to the two. Their eyes could not believe what they are witnessing. A monster the size of sky scrapers, of mountains, of the ocean itself. The horror that it brough snapped poor Ren's mind. Seeing that creature causes him to stumble back in panic while Cheng was frozen in fear. It lets out a horrific aquatic like scream as it then tries to crush them with its hands. This scream caused not only the glass window to crack but for poor Ren to fall over and hold his head, letting out his own scream as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. With his consciousness failing him.
By the time the goddess fish demon had swiped down, the SS. Norrsken had just barely made it inside the small crevices. Olof struggles to prevent the ship from being torn in this narrow passageway, all while being quick enough to avoid the swipes of the island's mistress. There were a few close calls, and the SS. Norrsken obtained a few more dents and scratches, but they succeed in their escape. The monstrous being lets out a long and loud shriek in anger and thrashed about the grave yard, and tearing away at the land. From a distance, all it looked like for Cheng and Olof was the god forsaken island, was sinking back down to the depths it came from.
Good, for Olof the experiences on the island couldn't even come close to the legends that his grandmother had taught him. As the island disappears into the distance, the storm cloud begins to lose it's strength, and the view of the SS. Norrsken begins to grow darker, you can hear Olof thinking to himself as the view darkens. "Gud, vad jag just sett här i dag ... ingen borde någonsin ha sett skräcken från dessa fiskmonster, dessa ... Deep-Ones." (God, what i just had witnessed here today... nobody should ever have seen the horror of these fish monsters, these... Deep-Ones.)
The next day, bellow deck of the SS. Norrsken
The view opens in the guest cabin bellow the SS. Norrsken. The rain had stopped and the Storm seemed to have passed; and with the way the wind was blowing they will arrive in Guam in a few hours. Yet despite their successful escape from the wretched creature and that massive fish like… abomination, it did not come without loss. This Lie Ren character, his poor mind couldn't handle the traumatic events that had happened. Whatever those… things, did to him, and the sight of the colossal creature, left the poor boy in a deep coma like sleep. Olof and Cheng brought him below deck and removed the soaked sweater before putting him under the covers of the guest bed.
As he slept Olof went through his personal things to try and figure out where did this boy came from. This ended up with him having more questions than answers. Question of where to bring him left Olof, wondering where exact did this kid originate from. From the bag filled with his belongings he didn't find much. There was the strange leaf green compactable automatic pistols with large blades attached to the front. A strange glass device that managed to work after leaving it out to dry. And then there was basic travelers' things like a map, toothbrush, and even a comb with traces of his and ginger hair in it. Then his wallet containing a number of colored plastic cards and a photo id. Lie Ren. Citizen of Mistral and student of Beacon. This with the pocket map, showed land masses that Olof never heard about. Vale, Vacuo on the Sanus continent, Mistral on the Anima Continent, and Atlas on the Solitas Content. Strange lands that are big enough that someone would have stumbled upon it by accident long ago. As he overlook's the map trying to find its location on earth, Cheng walks in.
"Fùqīn huì hǎo ma?" (Will he be ok, father?) Cheng asked as he walks over to the desk to inspect the strange weapon.
"Zhè hái yǒudài guānchá. (Sigh) Zuì zāogāo de shì, wǒ bù zhīdào gāi rúhé duìdài zhège kělián de xiǎohuǒzi. Jù wǒ suǒ zhī, tā méiyǒu jiā kě guī." (That is yet to be seen. (Sigh) What's worst, I don't know what to do with this poor lad. As far as I can find he doesn't have a home to go back to.) Olof said with a sigh as he plays around with the strange glass device. He has been at it for hours; seems it was a mixture between a wireless phone and camera. As well as having a utility like device but beyond that it confounds him. After trying to figure out what this 'Aura meter' he gives up and puts the device down on the table with a tired sigh. As he does, Cheng puts down the weapon and after a brief moment of silence he speaks up.
"… Wǒ zhīdàole, wǒ zài yuǎn chù fāxiànle guāndǎo. Wǒmen jiāng hěn kuài dàodá; quèdìng nín yào jiāng chuán tíngkào zài hǎiwān zhōng." (…I see, well I spotted Guam in the distance. We will arrive momentarily; figure you want to dock the ship into the bay.) Cheng explains getting a nod from his father.
"Wǒ dǒngle…" (I see...) Olof then stands up and turns to his son with tired eyes he remarks. "Hǎo ba... Gěi wǒ yīdiǎn shíjiān." (Alright, just… give me a moment.)
Cheng gives a nod before leaving his father alone in the room with the strange kid. Once gone Olof turns to him, watching as he slowly breathes. After a few moments Olof speaks in English. "Hopefully we can get you home, Mr. Lie."
With that said, Olof leaves the room. The view remains on the door before turning around to Ren. It then slowly moves towards him with and upward angle. The view focuses on Rens comatose like eyes, getting closer and closer. Once the view is centered on Ren's eyes with none of the backdrop, his eye opens wide.
The view pulls back showing that Ren was no longer in the bed of the SS. Norrsken. Rather he was in the crevices of a mountain in what looks like the early hours of the morning. The cold wind begins to pick up, indicating where he can leave. Wondering where he is and why is he somewhere cold without clothes, he stumbles forward as he wraps his arms around himself to keep warm.
Play Klemmis "A conversation with Death."
Eventually he comes to the exit of the narrow passage to which his eyes go wide in horror as the song starts. He was on the top of a mountain, overlooking a massive land mass that he has never seen before. It wasn't normal, as the view turns around revealing the moon, was sinking into a black abyss of a hole on the western part of the land, and the sun rising from it. In the sky were monstrous creatures flying about and formations of cities and forest. As he looks on in aw, a spider leg the size of a rifle begins to creep forward, just as the last line of the first verse ends.
Ooh, death
Ooh, death
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
Well what is this
That I can't see
With icy hands getting hold of me
Well, I am Death
None can excell
I open the door to Heaven and Hell
Ooh, death
Ooh, oh death
Too late, too late
To all farewell
My soul is doomed so heed me well
As long as God
In Heaven dwell
Your soul, your soul shall scream in Hell
Oh, death
Ooh, death
Ooh, oh death
Hello everybody. Womab1786 here.
So, this chapter is an important milestone, anyone want to guess why? The answer is, this is the second to last introduction chapter. (Yay!) So with that I think I will reveal something huge. Right after answering your question and comments.
From goldcrowndragon: Oh, you have no idea. Hopefully you have been paying attention closely.
Thanks for writing goldcrowndragon.
From FEV Grim: Perhaps, but does leave the question on why are they still alive?
Thanks for writing FEV Grim.
From Pherix2003: Heh, and neither should you.
Ah, sorry about that. I had them translated by Google (Which wasn't a good idea, but I'm limited with my options.) and had them approved by someone who speaks Spanish as a first language. (he gave me the ok, but if you have any recommendations on improving it I'm all ears since I'll be doing rewrites of the previous chapters.)
Yeah, felt the same way, which is why the main character here is shorter.
Who funny enough is named Max. Oh, that isn't Irem. This is a parady of Lovecraft's "Shadow out of time" and the monster in question is called "Flying polyp" a strange creature with multiple abilities and is difficult at time's to describe.
Eh, thought it be funny that she for once gets a tan. Most of her nerves as well. Like that one doctor who episode. Involving the Boneless. Well to answer or calm your annoyance, think of it like this. The great race of Yith are collectors. And have you ever known a collector to leave behind something that belongs to the object?
Yep, hopefully nobody is curious enough to dig where nobody should ever dig.
Heh, it's charming… and somewhat calming in this strange sequence of advents.
Oh, are you sure about that? (Read the AN bellow for the big reveal.)
Thanks for writing Pherix2003.
From Black Cross0: Yep.
Only one way to find out. Wait and see.
Good, can't wait to kill them off. Heh kidding, or am I? (*Que the evil laughter.)
Eh, it's a matter of opinion. Personally, I think Ren here got the short end of the stick.
Thanks for writing Black Cross0
From Combine117: Heh, trust me there is a way to end the reign, but it a cost that some may say is too high to pay.
Thanks for writing Combine117
From Carre: 1. No problem.
2 A. Huh, neat.
2 B. Nope, but it does make for one hell of a beating stick.
3 A. A Byakhee. Basically a space hoarse/bug/bird thing.
3 B. Heh, funny considering what I have plan for Jaune. (prepare for a ship war my friend.)
3 C. Maybe, maybe not. You are invited to theorize (If you read the important AN bellow.)
4. … Buddy, I already seen the Yellow sign and bathed in the black lakes of Carcosa.
5. Actually, that was the song choice. Dreamland is this chapter's gimmick… as well as the deep ones.
6. Oh this story was based off another one of Lovecrafts books. The shadow out of time.
7. Can't say that I read it. The great race of Yith. Yep.
8. Yes, but slowly.
9. Thanks.
Thanks for writing Carre.
So with that said and done, lets get to the big surpire. Has anyone noticed something off? Like, there is something strange about these past six chapters? It's almost like there is something left behind in each one that are loosely connected together. (Ch1. The star like sky. Ch2 The hieroglyphs on the wall. Ch3-Ch4. The frozen city. Ch 5. The Intergalactic clock. And now Ch 6. The cave paintings, depicting a machine that makes or brings humans) With all that said, I think I'll tell you what I'm getting at. You see, even though there is monsters, horror, and staples of Lovecraft RWBY Noir is first and foremost a mystery story. And the best mystery stories are the ones that you the reader can solve. These stories are giving hints on who brought the seven kids to remnant, it is also the reason why Raven, Qrow, Ozpin, Salem, Cinder, and the rest of the relics and Maidens are still kicking despite Azathoth dream had come to an end for all of Remnant. But how?
Well it's going to be awhile before chapter seven. In the next chapter, all your questions will be answered. So take the time to go back and re-read the previous chapters, cause they answer the six question, of Who, What, When, Where, Why, and How.
Form an answer in your own hand and share it. I look forward to hearing your own theory's about the who, what, when, where, why, and how RWBY and JNR are on Remnant.
To which I say, thanks for reading. Please leave your theory down bellow in a comment or question. Fav and Fol the story.
This is Wombag1786 signing off.