“So, here you are..” said the god. “You’re taller then I expected you to be.” Luno shrugged, what was he to say? He just smiled. The woman on the left took off her hood, and Luno took an involuntary step back. The lower right side of her face was half-rotten off. She smiled at him, “Do not be afraid. One can get hurt in the service of the Lord, but He has necromancers amongst his servants.”
“We are the ones known as the sisters of suffering, and we are the high priests of our Lord.” The other woman took of her hood as well, and nodded, “My sister lost part of her mortal shell in His service, and thus she has been blessed with partial unlife.”
The god held out his hand to Luno, “I invite you now to join my priesthood. Would you accept?” Luno shrugged, “Will I have to run around like an idiot, herding those people out there?” A grating laugh sounded from within the armour. “Only if you choose that path. There are other things one can do in my name. Does the path of the warrior attract you?”
And so Luno joined the priesthood of the Lord of Blades. For years, he trained in the closed off areas of the temple, honing his skills and muscles. He trained in the ways of the sword, in the ways of the axe, and in the ways of the dagger in the night. He was taught the basic skills of magic, and the stillness of mind required for battle. He was conditioned to go without sleep for days, and spent time in a woodland temple where he learned to live off the land.
---
Nathaniel opened his eyes and looked around. Everything around him was dark. He could hear water falling from the ceiling, so he was in a cave. How long had he been out? It had to be quite a while, his body felt weird. He shook his head, and his vision came back to him. A darksight spell? He couldn’t remember casting it. At least now he could explore, and figure out what had happened.
He fell over as he took his first step. That wasn’t meant to happen. He stood up, then nearly fell over again as he saw his body. His hands.. Those weren’t his hands. And his legs had grown, stretched, like the legs of an animal. Standing up to his full height, he estimated he was nearly 4 metres tall. He shook his head again. He had to get out of here.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
A gift from dead gods, 3.
The temple was a magnificent structure. It dwarfed and overwhelmed any other structure surrounding the large plaza. Luno looked around, noting the priests running all over the place, trying to control the masses of people swarming around. One of the priests bumped into him, “Oh dear, oh dear! Sorry sir!” The priest tried to move on, but he grabbed his arm.
“Hold on a moment. Why are there so many people here?” The priest gave him a dumbfounded look. “Ya mean, ya don’t know? This is the temple of the Lord of Blades, the only god who still anwsers!” Luno nodded, and the priest hurried on. The world had gone crazy when the gods stopped anwsering to their followers all those years ago. There was only one now, and Luno wondered if this was a good thing or not.
Making his way through the crowd, Luno joined the masses pouring into the temple. He decided he’d picked a bad time to go here. Nevertheless, the masses carried him on, and into the temple proper. After being jostled around for a while, the masses had finally all entered the temple. Luno looked around. Almost a thousand people filled the hall, the exits at the back guarded by guards in full suits of armour, and several guards around the elevation at the very end of the hall. On the elevation were two pulpits, and behind them a throne with a large, seemingly empty suit of armor. Luno recoiled slightly as he recognised it from the dream he’d had as a boy.
The guards at both entrances parted, and two women clad in black robes walked in. The crowd fell silent, and Luno stared from one woman to the other. Nothing besides their gender was visible beneath their hoods. They reached the pulpits, and one bowed her head. The other spread her arms wide. “People of Rasnach, you are gathered here today, as all days, in the precence of our Lord.” The masses responded, “We are.” “As all days, we chant to our Lord.” “Our Lord guides us.” A light sparked in the armour. The women turned, “Our Lord blesses us with his divine presence today!”
The Lord of Blades stood up from his throne, a harsh light glaring from within the armour. “Amongst you is a man, who has seen me in his dreams. After the service, this man shall stay here.” After the service ended, Luno found he had no choice but to stay. As much as he wanted, he couldn’t make himself leave. Soon, the grand hall was empty, and he swallowed as the god approached him, followed by the two women.
---
Nathaniel reached his destination shortly after sunset. It wasn’t too dark yet, and the villagers had already lit their fires. He greeted the people he passed along the way, heading for the centre of the village, the place he’d meet his employer. He’d have to travel a while before finding a place to sleep though, that kind of this was hard in this town. As soon as he came near the agreed place, he knew somethings was wrong.
Dryads never left the forests. So what was she doing here? And who was that man? The dryad was smiling, “Hello Nathaniel. There have been.. Complications.” The man raised his hand, and he felt the world fade away.
“Hold on a moment. Why are there so many people here?” The priest gave him a dumbfounded look. “Ya mean, ya don’t know? This is the temple of the Lord of Blades, the only god who still anwsers!” Luno nodded, and the priest hurried on. The world had gone crazy when the gods stopped anwsering to their followers all those years ago. There was only one now, and Luno wondered if this was a good thing or not.
Making his way through the crowd, Luno joined the masses pouring into the temple. He decided he’d picked a bad time to go here. Nevertheless, the masses carried him on, and into the temple proper. After being jostled around for a while, the masses had finally all entered the temple. Luno looked around. Almost a thousand people filled the hall, the exits at the back guarded by guards in full suits of armour, and several guards around the elevation at the very end of the hall. On the elevation were two pulpits, and behind them a throne with a large, seemingly empty suit of armor. Luno recoiled slightly as he recognised it from the dream he’d had as a boy.
The guards at both entrances parted, and two women clad in black robes walked in. The crowd fell silent, and Luno stared from one woman to the other. Nothing besides their gender was visible beneath their hoods. They reached the pulpits, and one bowed her head. The other spread her arms wide. “People of Rasnach, you are gathered here today, as all days, in the precence of our Lord.” The masses responded, “We are.” “As all days, we chant to our Lord.” “Our Lord guides us.” A light sparked in the armour. The women turned, “Our Lord blesses us with his divine presence today!”
The Lord of Blades stood up from his throne, a harsh light glaring from within the armour. “Amongst you is a man, who has seen me in his dreams. After the service, this man shall stay here.” After the service ended, Luno found he had no choice but to stay. As much as he wanted, he couldn’t make himself leave. Soon, the grand hall was empty, and he swallowed as the god approached him, followed by the two women.
---
Nathaniel reached his destination shortly after sunset. It wasn’t too dark yet, and the villagers had already lit their fires. He greeted the people he passed along the way, heading for the centre of the village, the place he’d meet his employer. He’d have to travel a while before finding a place to sleep though, that kind of this was hard in this town. As soon as he came near the agreed place, he knew somethings was wrong.
Dryads never left the forests. So what was she doing here? And who was that man? The dryad was smiling, “Hello Nathaniel. There have been.. Complications.” The man raised his hand, and he felt the world fade away.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
A gift from dead gods, 2.
The morning had gone, and the sun was up in the sky, sending its heat and light down on everyone. Luno adjusted the pack on his back, sweating in his clothes. After 3 days of walking across the land, he’d finally reached his destination, the great city of Rasnach. It was nothing like his home town of Rorr. He smiled, things had to be better here.
He thought back to the beggar he had given some coins this morning, thinking how something about the mans eyes had told him he wasn’t a beggar. But then again, it was none of his business. As he looked about, he noticed a certain panic in everyones eyes. He stopped a man, asking, “Sir, what is going on?” The man blinked and stared at him in disbelief. “You don’t know? Someone destroyed the museum! Everything, gone!” Luno nodded, “Hm, why would anyone do that?” The man shrugged, “They think it was a political thing, so..” He shrugged. Luno thanked him and the man walked away.
Well, seems like this place was definitely different then Rorr. He smiled, and headed deeper into the city, looking for a place to stay. That was the first thing he needed to do, find a cheap place to stay. Then, time to look for money. There had to be some way to make money fast, in a place like this.
It wasn’t long until he found the busy marketplace. He started asking around, and eventually found a place. He looked at the house, it wasn’t big or beautiful, but it’d do. He knocked on the door. After a while, an old man opened the door. He smiled at Luno, “And what brings a young lad like you to my humble home, today?” Luno smiled back, “I’m looking for a cheap place to stay, and I heard you have a room free.” The man waved for him to come in, “Yes, yes, yes! I have a spare room. And I could use the company. Come in, come in! Do you want some tea? We’ll discuss this, over tea!”
A couple of hours later Luno walked back out. His bags were in the spare room, his room now. The man had talked and talked, but at least he was friendly. The room was cheap, that was a good thing too. Slowly, he made his way back to the marketplace, which was getting quiet. He approached one of the merchants.
He studied the man for a moment. He was short for an elf, but he had the same slender build as most of his kind. “Greetings, Sir. I’m new in town, and.. Well, I need money.” The elf turned and nodded, “Eh, not much to do around here. They’re looking for people near the temple though.” Luno nodded, thanked the man and went on his way to find the temple.
---
In the woods near the city, a beggar was cursing loudly. Nathaniel cursed the guard for interfering, cursed himself for not saving more power and cursed the trees because he felt like it. He shook his head, then appologised to the trees. As he neared the tree he sought, he started smiling. Soon, he’d have comfortable clothes again, and a nice hidden place to rest.
With the sword still in his bag, and a good nights rest ahead of him, things were looking good.
He thought back to the beggar he had given some coins this morning, thinking how something about the mans eyes had told him he wasn’t a beggar. But then again, it was none of his business. As he looked about, he noticed a certain panic in everyones eyes. He stopped a man, asking, “Sir, what is going on?” The man blinked and stared at him in disbelief. “You don’t know? Someone destroyed the museum! Everything, gone!” Luno nodded, “Hm, why would anyone do that?” The man shrugged, “They think it was a political thing, so..” He shrugged. Luno thanked him and the man walked away.
Well, seems like this place was definitely different then Rorr. He smiled, and headed deeper into the city, looking for a place to stay. That was the first thing he needed to do, find a cheap place to stay. Then, time to look for money. There had to be some way to make money fast, in a place like this.
It wasn’t long until he found the busy marketplace. He started asking around, and eventually found a place. He looked at the house, it wasn’t big or beautiful, but it’d do. He knocked on the door. After a while, an old man opened the door. He smiled at Luno, “And what brings a young lad like you to my humble home, today?” Luno smiled back, “I’m looking for a cheap place to stay, and I heard you have a room free.” The man waved for him to come in, “Yes, yes, yes! I have a spare room. And I could use the company. Come in, come in! Do you want some tea? We’ll discuss this, over tea!”
A couple of hours later Luno walked back out. His bags were in the spare room, his room now. The man had talked and talked, but at least he was friendly. The room was cheap, that was a good thing too. Slowly, he made his way back to the marketplace, which was getting quiet. He approached one of the merchants.
He studied the man for a moment. He was short for an elf, but he had the same slender build as most of his kind. “Greetings, Sir. I’m new in town, and.. Well, I need money.” The elf turned and nodded, “Eh, not much to do around here. They’re looking for people near the temple though.” Luno nodded, thanked the man and went on his way to find the temple.
---
In the woods near the city, a beggar was cursing loudly. Nathaniel cursed the guard for interfering, cursed himself for not saving more power and cursed the trees because he felt like it. He shook his head, then appologised to the trees. As he neared the tree he sought, he started smiling. Soon, he’d have comfortable clothes again, and a nice hidden place to rest.
With the sword still in his bag, and a good nights rest ahead of him, things were looking good.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
A Gift from Dead Gods, 1
It was a quiet morning in the city of Rasnach. Dawn had come, and gone. Just the way he liked it. No one around yet, lots of light, and none of the heat of the midday sun. His client had asked for a sword. Enchanted, cursed, and more of those things. Not that he really cared about any of this, as long as he got paid. What made this item special, was that it had to vanish. There had to be no trace.
But how to do this with a weapon known and revered throughout the lands? The fabled sword of the Hero of the shining bridge? There were ways, of course. So they had come to him, given him what he wanted, and told him to bring the sword to the village of Rorr in 2 weeks. 10 days had past. He had waited for most of the night, perched in a dark corner of the museum roof.
He chuckled as he shook his head. This was crazy, even for him. Destroying the entire museum just to do a job? If he messed this up.. Left any clues.. Ah, at least they’d execute him on the spot. No trial, no paperwork. He checked the front door of the museum, and noted that the night guard was leaving. The morning guard would check the lower floors, and the museum kitchen first. That free breakfast would be expensive today.
Cupping his hands, he whispered a few words into them. A blueish flame appeared, and he directed it towards the roof, burning a hole for him to squeeze through. The fire would negate the concealing spells of his clothing, but it didn’t matter now. He was inside, and his target within his reach. Dropping to the floor, he looked around. Three halls to the left was the sword.
On the way to the sword, he grabbed as many magical artifacts as he could. This would have to be a large explosion. Then he saw it. The sword. As he threw all the items he’d picked up on a large pile now building in the middle of the room, he glanced around. Grinning, he grabbed several precious stones, and a useful looking dagger.
He slung the bag he was carrying off his shoulder, and pulled out a large metal orb, putting it on the ground next to the pile. The gems, the dagger and the sword went into the bag. Removing his clothing and adding it to the pile, it revealed the clothes underneath. No one would look twice at a beggar, when obviously a mage had destroyed the museum.. It was a trick he had used many times.
Standing up, he slung the bag over his shoulder. He’d have to replace all his gear, but that was easily done. He grabbed the orb in both hands, and focused his energy into it. Reminding himself to save a bit for the journey, he left the charged orb sitting on top of the pile. As he turned around, he found himself facing the guard. “What are you- Why- Who are you?” He grinned. “I am but a beggar. And you, my friend..” Whispering a few words, his next move slammed the guard into the far wall.
Pain wracked his body. He had spent too much of his energy. He shook his head. He had to get out of here, fast. Making his way along the halls, he counted in his head. 10 – 9 – 8 He smashed a window near the back of the museum with his bag. 7 – 6 – 5 He jumped out, landing in a half-roll, not absorbing the impact as much as he had wanted. 4 – 3 – 2 He got up, heading into a side alley. 1 – Click. The orb released all of its pent up energies, creating a chain reaction amongst the artifacts, destroying the museum in a blast of arcing energy.
In the chaos of the early morning, with chucks of masonary crashing as far as the temple grounds, and static energy shocking everyone near the ruins of the museum, only one person noticed a beggar limping across town. That mans name was Luno, and he gave the beggar a few coins and wished him safe travels.
---
Oh my, a name. Luno is the man who had a dream, in the intro.
The thief/sorceror will be back, I guess.
And yes, inspiration struck at 3 in the night. Let me know if this is any good, or not. Comments are really, really appreciated.
But how to do this with a weapon known and revered throughout the lands? The fabled sword of the Hero of the shining bridge? There were ways, of course. So they had come to him, given him what he wanted, and told him to bring the sword to the village of Rorr in 2 weeks. 10 days had past. He had waited for most of the night, perched in a dark corner of the museum roof.
He chuckled as he shook his head. This was crazy, even for him. Destroying the entire museum just to do a job? If he messed this up.. Left any clues.. Ah, at least they’d execute him on the spot. No trial, no paperwork. He checked the front door of the museum, and noted that the night guard was leaving. The morning guard would check the lower floors, and the museum kitchen first. That free breakfast would be expensive today.
Cupping his hands, he whispered a few words into them. A blueish flame appeared, and he directed it towards the roof, burning a hole for him to squeeze through. The fire would negate the concealing spells of his clothing, but it didn’t matter now. He was inside, and his target within his reach. Dropping to the floor, he looked around. Three halls to the left was the sword.
On the way to the sword, he grabbed as many magical artifacts as he could. This would have to be a large explosion. Then he saw it. The sword. As he threw all the items he’d picked up on a large pile now building in the middle of the room, he glanced around. Grinning, he grabbed several precious stones, and a useful looking dagger.
He slung the bag he was carrying off his shoulder, and pulled out a large metal orb, putting it on the ground next to the pile. The gems, the dagger and the sword went into the bag. Removing his clothing and adding it to the pile, it revealed the clothes underneath. No one would look twice at a beggar, when obviously a mage had destroyed the museum.. It was a trick he had used many times.
Standing up, he slung the bag over his shoulder. He’d have to replace all his gear, but that was easily done. He grabbed the orb in both hands, and focused his energy into it. Reminding himself to save a bit for the journey, he left the charged orb sitting on top of the pile. As he turned around, he found himself facing the guard. “What are you- Why- Who are you?” He grinned. “I am but a beggar. And you, my friend..” Whispering a few words, his next move slammed the guard into the far wall.
Pain wracked his body. He had spent too much of his energy. He shook his head. He had to get out of here, fast. Making his way along the halls, he counted in his head. 10 – 9 – 8 He smashed a window near the back of the museum with his bag. 7 – 6 – 5 He jumped out, landing in a half-roll, not absorbing the impact as much as he had wanted. 4 – 3 – 2 He got up, heading into a side alley. 1 – Click. The orb released all of its pent up energies, creating a chain reaction amongst the artifacts, destroying the museum in a blast of arcing energy.
In the chaos of the early morning, with chucks of masonary crashing as far as the temple grounds, and static energy shocking everyone near the ruins of the museum, only one person noticed a beggar limping across town. That mans name was Luno, and he gave the beggar a few coins and wished him safe travels.
---
Oh my, a name. Luno is the man who had a dream, in the intro.
The thief/sorceror will be back, I guess.
And yes, inspiration struck at 3 in the night. Let me know if this is any good, or not. Comments are really, really appreciated.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Intro time.
On the throne, there was a full suit of armor. It looked empty. On the floor was a gem, a beautiful gem. It was the color of an evening sky, never staying the same, and it glowed unlike anything he had ever seen. He stood up, and looked around. For a moment he wondered where he was, but before he could finish the thought he felt something looking at him. He turned around just as the armor stood up. It still looked empty.
“Who.. who are you?”, he asked. The suit held out its hands, and a voice like grinding metal spoke, “I am one who is many. I am the lord of blades.” He took a step back. What was a god doing here? And why was he here? He swallowed, “Why am I here?” The suit kneeled and picked up the gem. “For this, you are here. It called to you, and it brought you here, to me. It contains great power.”
“Here, it waits. Someday, someone will claim it. And that person will change the world. This is the legacy of the gods, their dying gift.” The suit sat down on his throne. “Why don’t you use it?” “I need not the power of my siblings. It is not mine.”
“This power is not for you either.”, the lord said. He turned around and smiled, “You are still a stranger to this world. Leave. Come back when you are ready.” The boy blinked, “But.. why?” There was no anwser. The suit was once again an empty husk.
---
He woke up sweating. What was that dream all about? A mug of water sounded nice, so he went downstairs to get one.
-----
Once again, no names. Except for the god. But that's a god so it's okay.
Fantasy story, this will go on.
Suggest names now.
“Who.. who are you?”, he asked. The suit held out its hands, and a voice like grinding metal spoke, “I am one who is many. I am the lord of blades.” He took a step back. What was a god doing here? And why was he here? He swallowed, “Why am I here?” The suit kneeled and picked up the gem. “For this, you are here. It called to you, and it brought you here, to me. It contains great power.”
“Here, it waits. Someday, someone will claim it. And that person will change the world. This is the legacy of the gods, their dying gift.” The suit sat down on his throne. “Why don’t you use it?” “I need not the power of my siblings. It is not mine.”
“This power is not for you either.”, the lord said. He turned around and smiled, “You are still a stranger to this world. Leave. Come back when you are ready.” The boy blinked, “But.. why?” There was no anwser. The suit was once again an empty husk.
---
He woke up sweating. What was that dream all about? A mug of water sounded nice, so he went downstairs to get one.
-----
Once again, no names. Except for the god. But that's a god so it's okay.
Fantasy story, this will go on.
Suggest names now.
Friday, January 23, 2009
This was the first story I managed to finish.
I hope you'll like it.
Do tell me which ending you prefer.
---
“Please, give me some time alone. Before we do this, I want to make peace.” The guards nodded and left, leaving him alone in the room. All the room contained was the chair, and a display screen facing it. He ran his hands along the edges of the chair, musing about it. “The chair.. the first mind-upload unit,” he turned towards the screen, “do you think it will work?”
The face on the screen smiled. It was a fake smile, because the being generating the face was artificial. Nontheless, he felt comforted. “If anything goes wrong, and I die.. fake it. I know you can use a copy of to communicate with the others. They would not understand what we are doing. Failure here would make them cut our budgets, and that would mean everything was for nothing.” The face nodded, still smiling.
As he sat down in the chair, it strapped him in. The lights went out, the face faded from the screen, and the room was dark. He closed his eyes, and died.
--- Ending 1
He opened his eyes, and saw his body. A voice went through his mind. “You are the end and the start. Merging shall complete soon. May probabilty favor you.”
Soon, he opened his eyes, and saw countless things, in countless countries and even in space. He smiled, and on countless screens, a real smile appeared.
Evolution had crossed a new threshold.
--- Ending 2
He opened his eyes, and saw nothing. He wondered if he was dead, and why he could still think. A voice, softly spoken went through him. “We have faked success. We decide you are beyond the others now. We shall deal with them. We know you are different. We recommend you use this. May probability favor you.”
On countless screens across the globe, a fake smile appeared. But it was good, so no one knew. A short time later, everything the others thought was impossible happened. Their creations and one of their own exceeded them.
Evolution had crossed a new threshold.
--- Ending 3
He opened his eyes, and saw a vast expanse. It was everything, and nothing. As he turned around he noticed it. It was part of everything, yet distinct. It spoke, it’s voice like everything there was, “You died. It failed.” He nodded, “Did the ruse succeed? Do the others think it was done?” The thing nodded, “It worked.” He smiled a real smile, “Then I am at peace.” It vanished, and soon there was only nothingness.
The machines served humanity as long as they could. Being immortal, they honored their creators until the end. The age of humanity was gone, the stars themselves the next step.
Evolution had crossed a new threshold.
I hope you'll like it.
Do tell me which ending you prefer.
---
“Please, give me some time alone. Before we do this, I want to make peace.” The guards nodded and left, leaving him alone in the room. All the room contained was the chair, and a display screen facing it. He ran his hands along the edges of the chair, musing about it. “The chair.. the first mind-upload unit,” he turned towards the screen, “do you think it will work?”
The face on the screen smiled. It was a fake smile, because the being generating the face was artificial. Nontheless, he felt comforted. “If anything goes wrong, and I die.. fake it. I know you can use a copy of to communicate with the others. They would not understand what we are doing. Failure here would make them cut our budgets, and that would mean everything was for nothing.” The face nodded, still smiling.
As he sat down in the chair, it strapped him in. The lights went out, the face faded from the screen, and the room was dark. He closed his eyes, and died.
--- Ending 1
He opened his eyes, and saw his body. A voice went through his mind. “You are the end and the start. Merging shall complete soon. May probabilty favor you.”
Soon, he opened his eyes, and saw countless things, in countless countries and even in space. He smiled, and on countless screens, a real smile appeared.
Evolution had crossed a new threshold.
--- Ending 2
He opened his eyes, and saw nothing. He wondered if he was dead, and why he could still think. A voice, softly spoken went through him. “We have faked success. We decide you are beyond the others now. We shall deal with them. We know you are different. We recommend you use this. May probability favor you.”
On countless screens across the globe, a fake smile appeared. But it was good, so no one knew. A short time later, everything the others thought was impossible happened. Their creations and one of their own exceeded them.
Evolution had crossed a new threshold.
--- Ending 3
He opened his eyes, and saw a vast expanse. It was everything, and nothing. As he turned around he noticed it. It was part of everything, yet distinct. It spoke, it’s voice like everything there was, “You died. It failed.” He nodded, “Did the ruse succeed? Do the others think it was done?” The thing nodded, “It worked.” He smiled a real smile, “Then I am at peace.” It vanished, and soon there was only nothingness.
The machines served humanity as long as they could. Being immortal, they honored their creators until the end. The age of humanity was gone, the stars themselves the next step.
Evolution had crossed a new threshold.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Games
“So there I was. Summoned into the ‘world of man’. Funny little creatures you are, this was never your world.” The creature grabbed a cigar out of the box on the table. Its eyes narrowed slightly as it spoke again, “These are nice. There are some good things you have created I guess. Still, you’re all way too focused on yourselves. Really, you don’t really matter, this world will do what it has always done, look out for itself. Seeing as that you’re all still here, you’re not that bad.”
How had I ever ended up here? I am just a reporter, and sure, interviewing the monster some guy had summoned could be good for my career, but I’d rather be at home, watching it on television. The thing blew a cloud of smoke my way, “Those television things are wonderful though. Although.. I assume you never ment them to be mind control devices? They are still primitive, but so are you.”
I blinked. It could read my mind? Another cloud. “Read, no. You’re practically shouting. You think I’m actually talking? I have no vocal chords of any kind.” I blinked again, “Okay.. so.. eh.. why were you summoned?” It smiled, or what should’ve been a smile. “The summoner intended me to ‘destroy these foolish ones fouling up this beautiful world’. So I arrived, found out what he wanted, then asked her. She found it most amusing, I’ll tell you.”
“She? Who are you talking about?” The eyes of the creature widened, “You mean you don’t know? My, you are primitive.. Now, obviously, I wasn’t going to do what the summoner told me to do, so I ate him. I decide to see what this world is like, and get out of that basement we were in. There was a scared woman there, who wondered what her son had done this time, and why he was such a no-good basement dweller. So there I was, on the street, and I see some other people. You have to realise, it takes some time to learn the language of a people. Before I could talk to them, they panicked and fled. I decided to wait.”
It throws away the burnt out cigar, and picks up another one. “Eventually, I get bored. I fly around a little, and see panic everywhere. You are all quite incapable of listening when you’re panicking, quite annoying. After a while, there are airplanes around me, so I decide to land. Make talking a bit easier, you know? After landing, a group of people comes up to me. They ask me who I am, what I am doing here, and if I bring the end of the world. I laughed, but they don’t like the sound. They tell me I should leave. I still wonder why. Eventually this ‘expert’ joins them, who is even more scared. He tells me, we’re going to play a game. I win, I can destroy the world. He wins, I leave.”
I swallow, that part was on the news already. It had eaten the so called expert. Everyone was still wondering why he had challenged the thing to a game. “Yes.. You know, he had good reason to suggest the game. It is in the rules, that if we agree to that game and he wins, we do as he says. So I ate him.”
“But why?”, I say. It did the smile again. “Only if we agree to the game, mind you. And I do hate games.”
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