The Crimson KeepLying within a vast emptiness, far away from human thought or action, lie the towers. Grand monoliths of undeterminable origin, all resting in this cosmic void. Every so often, a tower will choose a master to control it... The power they grant to those in command is limited, but simple dominion of said power elevates even a simple mortal to near godlike status, at a cost.
The towers host will become... attuned... to their tower. Little does hummanity know that these large spires are the very lynchpins of existance itself, should one take all the towers for themselves... they would become a true god. And so help the human race should a tower fall. If destroyed, every aspect of the tower will cease to function. Oceans would dry up, time would halt it's flow, even death itself would fade from existance.
There are rumors floating about the current Keepers. The Crimson Keep has finally summoned a master to wield its power. One who is blessed with the red towers strength will gift
Arcadia-LinasAs we approach the base of the mountain, Linas in full view, I pull the twins aside to fill them in on my plan.
"Lucas, Sarah... When we are in town, could you refer to me as Daniel Hedacher?"
Surprisingly Lucas responds first. "Why? Mom says your name is Donovan."
"Lets just say I have someone here I don't quite want to know who I am. I have this nifty trick up my sleeve... "
My scalp tingles as the hair on my head recedes, pulling itself in into my skull, arms itching as feathers creep out of my flesh.The twins stare in awe as my hands grow scaly and take on a mottled yellow coloration. My bones hollow out as muscle tissue grows lean and thin. I drop from about one hundred fifty pounds, down to about ninety-five. Though thinned out, My arms are strong enough and the feathers just as sturdy to achieve flight. I've done this before.
Sarah seems interested, letting out a soft, "Wow."
The ache starts to fill my body as I take it further, altering my features. My nose breaks, taking an od
Arcadia-TwinsFour days. The hours just flew by. After my meeting with Rose, things have steadily been normalizing. Josiah's voice no longer haunts me, and my sense of humor is returning.
Nobody knows that I've settled my debt. That's between Rose and I.
Cally has left on a trip South (business,) and I offered to come. She told me I wasn't ready to handle the Anti-Human folk who lived at her destination. She'll be gone for at least a day.
Tired of lazing about, I make up my mind. I am going back to the forest in the Northern Mountains (I later learned that they are called the Barghaest Mountains. I didn't ask why.
Walking along the beaten road I hear a whistle. A familiar face, and wearing clothes for a change. "Hello Vlithara."
She adjust's her track suit and backpack before responding. "How are you feeling? The lightbeast's dark taint still stain you?"
"Nah, Took a few days, but I've mostly pushed it aside.Still have nightmares."
"Huh. Here, take this." She tosses her backpack at me.
Arcadia-GuiltWalking through the front door I can feel a part of myself drifting away. Cally is the only one at the house right now, and she seems worried. I may look a little rough, and I think my ribs are bruised at the very least.
Her shock is immediately noticeable, "What happened to you!? Where did all of that blood come from?" She starts pawing my chest and face, I push her away.
"I went hunting. Things went south."
She seems to calm, "So you changed? That's good to hear. What exactly happened?"
Stopping my march to the bathroom my mind returns to the forest. The unicorn's, no, Josiah's dying words burned into my head, "Do it, fell beast of the wood..." Shortly after he said that, I murdered him. I can't put it any other way.
Looking her in the eyes I tell her, "I don't wanna talk about it." I step into the bathroom and shut the door. Looking into the mirror I can see dried blood caked around my mouth, splashed across my jaw as though I were digging int
Arcadia-GuardianI got suckered into cooking lunch. Cally is across town picking up a couch (the only furniture to sit on is one of the three beds,) and Vermina is reading a dusty old book, coiled up in the living room.
Lunch consists of beef stew with a sparse salad on the side. As I finish the stew, Ceana walks up, head hung as if embarrassed. "Could you, um... try cooking these?" Lifting her hands she produces six throwing knives, each with a small, fat, green lizard skewered on the blades. "I've only eaten them raw, and as I said earlier today, I have no experience cooking. I don't want to burn them..."
I reply with a warm smile, "No problem. How does fried lizard sound?"
Looking up she grins brightly, a rare sight, "Sounds wonderful!" Leaving the knives on the counter she heads into Vermina's room to retrieve her laundry.
Table is set, lizards are charred just right, and Cally just walked in. With the couch. "Don, come grab the sack off the other end."
Easily sliding the couch inside sh
Another SubmissionOnce upon a time, there was a young boy named Donovan who always dreamed of becoming the world's best detective. He trained every day for 69 hours in order to beat his rival, The Rusty Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Donovan came armed with a bike and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Donovan emerged as the sweaty victor! His achievement is celebrated every Cinco de Mayo .
Contest EntryMy great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after chainsaws because you'll only end up with a dashing in your ear." I never quite understood his advice until one Canada Day, I was gardening with my best friend Svetlana. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was surly and spooky sounds came from deep within. Svetlana saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
Arcadia-NormalcyPain shoots through my body, and I roll off of the couch. Thankfully Vermina shifted into her standard snake-like visage and curled up in the corner across the room. Cally and Ceana are still very much unconscious, and Rose is quietly snoring in her chair.
I've gotta piss something fierce.
Silently creeping through the house I find the bathroom. Rubbing my head I bid the hangover to leave, and wonder why my torso and legs still ache. Scratching my stubble I look into the small mirror above the sink.
I have stubble... Looking down, I grab my chest. I breathe a sigh of relief, I have my old man-chest back! Back to the mirror, I'm back to normal!
I can't stop from dancing around a bit, and then curiosity takes hold. I try to shift, and the pain surges through me again. I vomit blood into the sink. I mutter a few choice obscenities as I clean the sink and dig around for some mouthwash.
A drawer by the toilet has a bottle of what I assume to be mouthwash, the label i
Arcadia-Party"Hey, wake up." A soft voice. Sitting up I search for the sounds origin. The door is still closed, and the voice continues. "Up here."
Looking upwards I shriek in fear as I roll out of the bed. Rose is watching me intently. She doesn't even laugh. She seems relaxed, lying on her back sprawled out on the roof as though she were lying on the floor. Scrambling to my feet I demand an explanation, "What are you doing in here? I thought you'd lay off."
Yawning, she stretches out in an almost cat-like fashion. "I got bored. You slept for a few hours, and Cally said to wait until you wake up. She's not too pleased with our little arrangement, but seemed relieved that I won't actively stalk you. Win-win I say." Without warning she drops from the roof, landing perfectly on all fours. "We're all heading over to Lakeside. It's a nice little bar, serves human imports as well as more conventional drinks. Well, for us anyway."
I don't feel like I have much of a choice in the mat