Star DustStar Dust
A cicada's sonata fills the air with a vibe of tranquillity. Staring up at the glistening night sky, you sip the sweet cocoa from your favourite cup. A simple mug that is painted over with the words – 'bestest dad ever', in an incredibly feminine pink. The pink paint contained traces of glitter, sparkling softly with the moonlight above.
“Hey daddy, what's yah doing?”
With another sip from the warm frothy concoction, you smile happily at your daughter's curiosity. She is just as cute as she always was; grinning up at you with her two missing teeth, and her auburn eyes glimmering. Turning away from her precious smile, you gaze back towards the stars and the planets.
“I am admiring the view from down here.”
“Silly daddy!” Such an infectious giggle.
With a few little belly laughs of your own, you drink the rest of the hot chocolate, leaving a tickling brown moustache across your upper lip.
“What do you think, do I look all p
The Blades of a Thousand: Chapter Six WARNINGChapter Six: The Beauty of Truth, Serum
As the hatch squealed open, blinding light filtered in through the manhole with an intensity like a Dragon's flame. Stinging in agony at the brightness, Kate squinted as she pushed her way up onto the immaculate stone floor behind Kenai. She tried to search for any kind of evidence of an enemy nearby but could barely distinguish the floors from the walls after exited the dark pipe.
“Bloody 'ell it's bright.”
Turning towards Jack, she attempted a glare – but failed miserably.
“This room seems to be clear. We seem to be in a kind of maintenance area.” Was Kenai always this matter of fact?
Kate's own eyes were finally starting to adjust to the painful light. For a maintenance room, it seemed beyond eloquent.
The room was filled with fancily crafted metal shelves stacked with chemicals, soaps, oils and a range of different perfumes. Other shelves also held a variety of cleaning goods and mechanical looking tools,
The Blades of a Thousand: Chapter FiveChapter Five: Black Horse
Warm light from the flickering oil lanterns, those that Jack had designed and crafted himself, bathed the small fenced of field in a joyful tint of yellow. The sounds of Cicadas filled the crisp night air with a lovely hymn, that brought peace to the hearts of many in the Thousand Swords. Not Jet's heart though, all it did was irritate him further. The sounds of the never ending insects and the snorting of the creature before him, were like cranks being shoved into his eardrums.
The large brown war horse snorted in amusement as Jet tried to climb onto its muscular back. With a snicker, it kicked its legs up into the air and threw the mechanic to the soil before it.
“Damn unreliable beast!”
Jet despised animals in general, this one he especially hated. Machines were reliable, the did what he wanted to do. He crafted them to perform a task he wanted. They didn't have thoughts, minds or instincts – they simply performed their job in autom
The Blades of a Thousand: Chapter FourChapter Four: The Anguish's Odour
The faecal matter could be felt hardening in Kate's usually light weight hair. Inside her loose men's clothing she could feel more of the sewerage matter caking onto her skin. The worst thing about it was the smell. She was having problems not gagging continuously. She had already vomited twice now and her throat was burning with the pain of her stomach acid. At least the Gastric acid was killing dome of the taste that was still plaguing her mouth, with bits of poo grime still wedged between her teeth. When she got back to camp – she was going to murder Garm for this ridiculous plan.
“I think it would be best to find somewhere to clean ourselves off as soon as we escape this maze.”
Kate really couldn't agree any more with Kenai and his logic. The drying dung was not exactly a pleasant feeling.
“What's tha point? Where just goin' ta get drenched in blood afta anyway.”
Of course the Barbarian didn't care, he probably rolled
Chapter Three: The Eager MonstChapter Three: The Eager Monster
Icy cold fists of water slapped Jack's bare chest and arms, as the small motorised boat tore through the crashing waves. The salt water from the tumbling ocean and the piercing wind stung at Jack's eyes till they made them water. Ignoring the pain that scratched at his eye balls like rusty cleavers, Jack continued to stare in the direction of the massive castle that was their target. As bitterly freezing as the night sea was – his body was pumped with adrenaline. He wanted to roar in excitement, but knew it would be better if he bottled it up for the fighting. He had been eagerly awaiting this adventure for the past couple days.
In the camp he had not been able to find Itsy for another rematch, which left him to try and find somebody else to train with. A few of the new recruits had offered but they were all exceptionally weak, and all of them fell with way too much ease. He had bumped into the gypsy bitch Aylla. Jack had offered a round of
The Blades of a Thousand Chapter twoChapter Two: The Mechanics of Collaboration
Large blobs of black shiny oil stained Jet's brass bionic arm, as he toyed and tweaked his new motor design. Flushing out a ribbed steel pipe, he sought the pesky flaw within the complex engine's construct. There had to be an issue somewhere in the main pipe. Each time he tried to run the thing it splutter in meagre life before dying in a burst of mottled grey smoke. As Jet unscrewed a thick hefty bolt – Garm was continuing to talk nonsense in an endless dribble.
“If you do not shut your pipe – I will smash you across the head with this wrench.”
Waving the aforementioned wrench in threat, the engineer grabbed a new rag for cleaning off the blackened mechanism.
“Excuse me. I am the commander around here.”
Garm's scarred face was twisted in dismay, it was almost as if he though Jet cared.
“You are excused. I have work to do, and your constant yammering is very annoying. It is driving my circuits insane.