Every Saturday, one of us will post a blog post from our past in order to let you really get to know us... and laugh at us. I submit to you this week, a little story I threw together a few years ago. It's grammar is bad, and the spelling is worse, but hey, this is me, going out there, for you.
The wind had all but died on the dark, starless night. Two warriors stood, not making the slightest move, just 20 feet from each other in an open field of grass. The one on the right was dressed as a common magician. His dirty brown hair cut almost short waving in the wind as if trying to escape the impending doom. Covering his leather armor was his torn cloak, blowing feircely behind him. It was a light tan with an almost flame like darker brown along the rims. He wore a firey red dragon shaped crystal around his neck. His blue, almost glowing, eyes locked on his opponent.
On the opposite side stood a tall, dark warlock. The warlock apeared to have an obvious advantage over the mage for he was much bigger in size and mass. His armor also superior to the mages. It was a dark black the seemed to shine when the moon's bright light hit it just right. The warlock's face was hidden beneath the shadow of his helmet, but his glowing red eyes were easily seen.
The mage was determined to win this match. He rushed his opponent, nearly blind, sweat and blood running down his forehead, one hand tightly gripping his staff, the other conjuring a spell. He took a few steps to one side, teleported behind the warlock and unleashed a fire spell so powerful and at such a dangerously close range, it cause his glove to melt right off his hand and the area around him to turn a dark charred black. A sulfuric aroma filled the air as the mage fell to the ground. It was over. He had finally triumphed over the evil that had plagued the villagers of Fisuka for so long. No longer did they have to live in fear of the menace that claimed so many of their loved one’s lives. Exhausted, he raised his head to the sky, but what he saw next sent a shock throughout his body.
It was him! The Warlock! He had somehow managed to survive the attack and now he was not happy with the mage.
"That was not very nice Reid. You could've killed me there boy."
"I believe that was the intention you bastard!"
"Tsk Tsk, such language from a boy. Well then, I'll have to teach you to respect your elders. Prepare to receive your punishment!"
What am I going to do? Reid panicked. He had used the last of his strength in that attack. He could not possibly continue to fight. He was done for... the warlock rush him, swinging his sword back, preparing his energy for the final, death dealling blow. Just as the sword was about to reach his forehead, Reid though to himself, it's over... I failed you... I'm sorry. Then everything went black.
Elsewhere, the daughter of the Detusaki family was arriving at the docks of Vanguard. She wore a brilliant one hoop dress with floral designs on the skirt. Lucy was in the country for extra schooling due to the insistence of her mother. Being the daughter of such a wealthy family had it's benefits. She had everything she ever wanted... almost.
"Welcome to Vanguard m'lady. I apologize for having you arrive at such a run down area," said a man in black.
"It's quite all right Gregory."
By regular standards, Vanguard port was hardly run down. It was considered by most to be one of the more wealthy places this side of Vanguard. People were everywhere, things were clean to the point of shine, and the air was fresh. The port itself seemed to have a cheerfulness of it's own. There were nine other dock apart from their own, all with busy people either loading or unloading cargo and passenger ships. Everyone seemed to keep themselves busy either through work or socializing with others.
"I still feel bad about this... but it's the only port in the area."
"I said it's ok. I don't mind. I like to watch the common people. They are intriguing."
She sighed.
"Now lady Lucy, you know you are better than them. You come from a wealthy family of rich blood ancestry. You would do well to not associate with the likes of them. You know how your father feels about that subject," Gregory lead her toward their caravan.
"I'm no better than they are! Please do not talk about people like they are lesser than me just because they don't have as much money as my father."
"I am sorry m'lady, but it is true."
Lucy didn't acknowledge that she heard him. She hated people being looked down apon due to wealth and status. Rank was something that she never understood.
Vanguard was a splendorous city full of well-dressed, proper people. Buildings of piercing bright white shinned all over the town. All of the buildings were huge, but one seemed to stand out more than the others. Lucy assumed that was the mayor's office. This was certainly one of the most kept up cities this side of Hetroth. Lucy noticed that Gregory seemed to be relieved to be out of the "dirty" area of the port as he had put it. She wasn't sure why he thought that. The port looked just as brilliant as the rest of the city. The only difference was that the people in the port seemed to be lower class or laborers.
Gregory seemed to notice a saddened look on Lucy's face. "Cheer up m'lady. You should feel extremely privileged to be able to study abroad. Only the most important of people are allowed such an honor." He said that with such spunk and sence of proud ness, she almost felt bad to be upset.
"I know Gregory, but at what cost?"
"Money is no object with your fa-"
She cut him off, "That's not what I meant, Gregory! I meant that this has caused me to move so far away from my friends."
"A lady such as yourself has no need for friends such as those scoundrels! You need to surround yourself with people must more civil than them. And look at this place! This is most defiantly the place to do such!"
Lucy shook her head and sighed. Why does no one understand... As she enter the caravan and they departed, her thoughts soon turned to the ones she had left behind.
Reid awoke with a jolt. He was alive! Was it just a dream? He looked around the room not recognizing his surrounding at all. He moved to get up but a sharp pain shot through his arm and head. What's this? He though to himself. He had bandages on his forehead, left hand and right arm. "I-It wasn't a dream! But... how am I alive? I should've been..." Reid shook the thought from his head.
He looked around the dimly lit room once more. To his side was a nightstand with some bandage wrap, thread, scissors and some pins. "Someone must've had a hard time fixing me up... I can't imagine I was in any good condition." Reid heard someone coming towards the room. He lay back down and just turned his head.
As the door opened he heard a soft voice, "Oh, I see you are finally awakening. You've been out for quite some time. I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of patching you up"
Reid still couldn't quite see who it was. "Huh... oh. It's quite alright... Thank you. Umm. Do-"
"Oh, silly me, I'm sorry, I should have properly introduced myself. I am Velvadine Galandmyer." An older lady walked into the light to be seen. Though she was an older woman, it was apparent that her once youthful beauty had not yet left her completely. She had a few wrinkles here and there, but for the most part her skin was still quite fair. Her hair was a dark brown with hints of gray here and there. Her clothes seemed like they were at least a hundred years old, seeming quite worn from years of use.
"Um... Hello Velvadine, I am Reid."
"Just Reid?"
"Yes... I-"
"Don't worry about it. I can tell from the look on your face it is a saddening story. You don't have to explain."
"Thank you Velvadine. You apear to be quite wise"
"Some would say that. So what did you do to get yourself all torn up like that? It isn't good for someone to take so much damage to their body you know."
"I-I was fighting this warlock... Vladmir... He was terrorizing the village I have been staying at. I went to try and stop him... and I thought I had won... but it turned out I fell right into his trap... I thought I was done for but the next thing I know, I'm waking up in this bed all bandaged up."
"Strange indeed. We heard a commotion outside of our village so the men went to go check it out. When they got there they found you. Upon returning to town, they brought you to me. You were not a pretty sight. I have the gift of a healer, you see."
"You are a healer? Wow, I've never met one. Not that I can remember anyway..."
"Not that you can remember? A young lad like you shouldn't have a memory problem."
"Well-"
Just then a child ran into the room. " Mommie! Mommie! Is the man awake yet? He's not dead is he?" Reid looked at the little girl. She couldn't have been more than five. Her hair was long and dark with a shine.
Valvadine replied, "Yes, Jessica. He's finally up."
"Oooo! Hello!" Jessica waved and ran up to him. "How did you get so beat up mister?"
"Jessi!" Valvadine scolded, "Don't bother him while he's recuperating."
"Awww... but mom..." Valvadine shot her a look.
"It's ok ma'am. I don't mind. Hey there little Jessi."
Her face lit up. "Wow, you look like you were hurt a lot! But my mommie fixed you. She's the best! One day, I'll be as good as her!"
"Hehe. She's got quite a lot of energy."
"That she does," Valvadine replied.
"Would you like to see something neat Jessi?"
"Oooo! Really? What is it? Huh?"
"Hehe, see that candle on the night stand?"
"Uh-huh."
Reid pointed a finger at it and a tiny flame generated from the air and floated to the wick of the candle, lighting it.
Jessica was jumping up and down clapping. Valvadine just smiled.
"Woooooow! That was really neat! How did you do that?"
"Hehe, I'll tell you but it's a secret."
Reid whispered something into her ear and she laughed.
"Ok Jessi, go run along and play with Beslin and Tiffany," Valvadine said.
"Okay! I can't wait to tell them what Mr. Reid did!" And with that she ran out the room excitedly.
