I suppose this means I’m back to filler episodes weekly. This week’s filler episode is the end of an arc. The arc on myths I like. Look up Myths pt 1 to see what this is about, but basically its my dos and don’ts of using myths and legends. also gush over historical dramas and stuff. I guess.
I know that this is making me sound like I don’t want to do it. I do! I just want to get to the third part more (on my favorite fantasy creatures). Without further ado, Dos and Dont’s.
Continue reading “Myths I Like pt 3”
266 Days Until Memories and The Uncertain End (part 1)
Zeydar held his staff out. He had many, but this was his favorite one. It was a thin rod a bit less than his height and just heavy enough. Silver and black, designed to look like a branch of a tree. He held it and spun it with one hand not caring for the practice. The worst part of coming down from a Sweet Dream high was the way that reality dulled around him. His senses were muted. The colors faded. The sounds grew muffled. Everything was so much less. Or had it always been less? He’d been placed on small increments of Sweet Dreams to control his powers since he was a child. When he had found out, he had felt betrayed, but after what he had done to Arcadia… could he blame them?
“Begin when ever ready.” Majorie instructed him.
“Understood.” Zeydar stopped spinning his staff and instead focused on the mana around him and within him. His Staff began to glow in iridescence, acting as his medium to use the magic. Spells were long winded, complicated, with incantations that had to be spoken in an even tone. With the incantation the magic circle appeared before him and around him reacting to his words. Words completed he pointed with his staff in the direction of the targets and shot the ice attack. It was all tedious.
Continue reading “YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 10”
270 Days Until Havoc and The Uncertain End (part 3)
Heiphilia was far from an easy shell to crack. Evester knew how much she rejected and distrusted him. Every time he opened his mouth she would watch him, listen, examine, and find any reason to make that distrust grow. If she was going to save him, why distrust him so greatly?
It was probably because he had said he was looking for her without knowing it was her, which in retrospect had been a bit creepy.
Evester adjusted the grip of Kori’s hand as she held the holoblade. He hadn’t planned on teaching them to use the weapons, but since he was confined to the orphanage, he had gotten bored. The girl had insisted he show her and so he had. She wasn’t trained like the soldiers from home. Hell, he wasn’t trained like the soldiers from home. He had picked up all the skills he knew from practical experience. That was how he was teaching her.
“The Circles I saw held it like this.” Kori showed him. Her hands were balanced on the hilt of the blade, holding it lightly, unable to spin it in her hand if necessary.
Continue reading “YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 9”
270 Days Until Havoc and The Uncertain End (part 2)
It wasn’t that the man particularly bothered Heia. He kept to himself. He kept an eye on the children when asked and watched over the triplets as they practiced with the holoblade. He helped with food, and told stories to those who could not sleep. He was not a bother, did not speak much, and staid out of her way.
What bothered her was that he wanted to take her away from there, from home. What bothered her was that he knew her name and not a single part of his story lined up. At first she and Andre had suspected him to be a spy for the Unwanted Guests. That proved to be a dead end as the Guests hunted him like he was a prized chicken.
Continue reading “YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 8”
270 Days Until Havoc and The Uncertain End (part 1)
Zeydar was discouraged from leaving his room too often after he had been taken during The Night of Oblivion. Security was tighter, the Supervisors were convinced he was in danger, and they told him to practice. To practice, to reign in the powers that had destroyed a CloudCity. To have him study and practice before his birthday tended to be their major concern in regards to most things. He thought there may not be more that he could learn. So he had learned to escape the campus under their nose, and studied different magics and theories. He had broken into the library and gone to parties. Zeydar wanted to know everything.
The moment that Zeydar became a Superior, there would be nothing they would be able to control him. He would be their equal with a voice in the council. The council as a whole could tell him what to do, but not on an individual basis as it were now. Perhaps that was why they told him to study more, despite the fact that Zeydar had been Superior level for years in terms of knowledge and skill. They wanted to be able to control him.
Continue reading “YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 7”
275 Days Until Chaos and The Uncertain End (part 4)
The goal was to finish gathering supplies for the month by shopping for what they had not gotten on their missions and raids. They needed to stock up. In order to pay their rent they needed to trade what they got on their missions. The city was dangerous and they had to tread carefully to keep all the children safe. Heia tried to remind her siblings of this as they walked that they did not have time or the funds for other “fun” things. This did not deter Kori or Kony.
“Look at this.” Kori held up a bag of skin colored patches, designed to stick to the skin and to conceal blemishes. They were made for those with a far different skin color than her, lighter, paler, too yellow, almost inhumane in color — yellow-green.
“What are they for?” Kony asked.
Continue reading “YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 5”
Happy Wednesday everyone! As we have seemed to run out of other content that I could possibly give you, we are back to these “filler” posts about random things that I’m not sure you care about. Either way we continue on, as this title suggests. For the first part go here.
Today we talk about Arthurian legends and stories based on the legends.
Continue reading “Myths I Like pt 2”
275 Days Until Chaos and The Uncertain End (part 3)
Walking through the city, Evester moved past the tunnels that led towards emergency living quarter comprised of tents and makeshift metal homes. The Catastrophe had done a number on LakeLost with entire sections of the city lost, or sealed off. Some parts Evester had noticed were tampered with. Grave robbers? Who would care when most of those who lived there were dead anyway? He couldn’t care for the tampering. To find this Heiphilia girl in this city of Xs was going to be a task. Where would he even start in earnest?
“You will need a new coat for the winter, get it now. We have high demand,” A woman called out to him as he walked into what seemed to be another market district.
The winter? It would be half way to the deadline during winter. Where would he be then? Would the space program have been completed by then? “No.”
Continue reading “YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 4”
275 Days Until Chaos and The Uncertain End (part 1)
The UnderCity was dirtier than Evester expected, and that was saying something considering how he had lived in the Towers and atop the LowerLands for a few weeks. He had figured that UnderCities would be like CloudCities in terms of cleanliness. How wrong he was. He wanted to attribute the smell and musk to the Catastrophe, but after almost eight months wouldn’t they have fixed it already? Did the X’s like living within their own filth and disease? There was no way any decent human being was that desperate. However, X’s were genetically inferior, he had learned this within his classes. Their inferiority often came in their own learning and intellect, he had to remind himself.
He found it hard to believe that any intellectual species would be complacent as such, however.
Continue reading “YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 2”
It was a story passed down for centuries, told around the holofire and given with the morality lesson to never do bad. That, at least, was what Evester took out of the stories of The Catastrophe. When his sister, Europa, cried herself to sleep those night and their brother Endwin tried to comfort her, Evester saw it as nothing more than a lesson for bad children. One day the end would come and none would be able to stop it. The earth would shake their towers and demons would rise from the deep the destroy them all.
It was supposed to be a story, so why was he wiping sweat from his forehead colored yellow in the blood of the Aralax he had killed? Why was there another standing before him ready to attack? Why was he atop the LowerLands, searching for anyone that could help him or a way into the UnderCities to make sure he found a specific girl? Why was he, a Circle, there on the commoners ground? Why had his home, his life, been destroyed? How was he facing a monster out of his sister’s worst nightmares: burly and alien, red, scaled, with six arms and yellow blood with a screeching voice like a screaming violin and burning red eyes?