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Crocefisso

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CHAPTER 2: GENERAL MIST
“General Mist.”
Mist recognized the harsh, disapproving tone. She turned and saw a dark black sedan chair, covered in drapes and encrusted with rubies the size of fists. Imperial Guardsmen suspended the chair, their strong arms showing not a sign of strain or weakness.
“My lady, what brings you to Port Phasmatys?”
A sinister hiss came from within the folds of the dark chair.
“I wanted you to capture the town. I never said besiege it.”
“My lady, with all due respect, they are ghosts. We can’t fight them directly, can we?”
Mist began to feel aggravated, fearful. She’d never seen the Empress like this – calm but enraged, it was a dangerous combination.
“Of course we can. The counsellors and I spoke for a long time about this, General,” Yahi spoke as if the solution was obvious. “The Ectofuntus is their life source.”
Mist was stunned – this was true, but it was a huge stone structure the size of a palace. It was quite an obstacle.
“I see, my lady, but what could we do?”
“Destroy it.”
“My lady, with all due respect, how do we do that?”

08-Apr-2010 15:18:07 - Last edited on 08-Apr-2010 15:18:57 by Crocefisso

Crocefisso

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The drapes over the sedan chair flew back with the wind all of a sudden. Mist did not see Yahi inside, but the onyx statue of three jeering imps, adorned with sapphire eyes and opal claws, their mouths twisted into a malevolent grin. The statues spoke in a manic, shrill voice, identical to that of Yahi – but there was no sign of her. After a tense silence, the imps spoke.
“Come inside with us, General.”
Mist was taken aback, but entered the dark chair all the same. The curtains were shut within moments, followed by the clanging sound of the locks. From behind the imps, Yahi emerged from a fold of cloth and shadow.
“You are a failure, Mist. I am going to eat you, and feed your soul to my imps!”
The silent swamp air was filled with the sound of Yahi’s cackles and Mist’s screams. Yahi tore at the flesh of her victim, not bothering to kill her first. The imps chuckled away in the meantime, feasting on souls. Eventually, all fell quiet. A carcass fell onto the roadside. All that was left was bone and a small amount of flesh. General Mist had met her end.

08-Apr-2010 15:20:22 - Last edited on 08-Apr-2010 15:20:48 by Crocefisso

Amoraten

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Oooo! I like Yahi! Really nice character development :) Your story is easy to read and very engaging- I will look forward to see what the evil short lady does next! (perhaps she can suffer some torment by being forced to wash her hair?)
:) All the very best

08-Apr-2010 23:53:10

Crocefisso

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Thanks for all the feedback.
Amora, I will consider making Yahi wash her hair (rain might do the job)
Yoh, yes, I am increasing the length of chapters now, I am done with 'setting the scene', as I have been doing previously.
Chapter 3 is done. Here it is.

09-Apr-2010 11:16:36

Crocefisso

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CHAPTER 3: THE FALL OF AL KHARID
The Empire of Sand controlled the desert. They were a fair Empire with good intentions, unlike the Dark Empire. But no amount of charity and benevolence was going to save them from General Rois; threatened by Yahi, he was on a mission to prove to her his abilities and his loyalty. The full fury of an unstoppable army marched to Al Kharid. The Empire of Sand was unprepared.
In the palace, the Emperor relaxed. It was a cool day, and his wife was on a state visit to Camelot. The children were occupied with their toys, leaving him to enjoy a whisky on the balcony. He opened his eyes, gently surveying the city. Trade was bustling, the populace seemed happy. All of a sudden the ground started to shake. On the horizon, a banner appeared. It was red and black, thick and tall. It eclipsed the sun. The Emperor jumped up – the army was so large it could fill the city! It was the fabled Dark Empire.
Chaos reigned in the streets of Al Kharid. Men, women and children fled in all directions; aimlessly, desperately, like sheep from a vampire. Alarms rang in all directions, the armed forces jumped into action. The Dark Empire stood still on the horizon, watching the chaos. The Emperor watched back.
“Sire,” said one attendant, “We have only four teleports for the Royal Family. What shall we do?”
“Give them to my children. I shall stay here.” There was a definite shakiness to the Emperor’s voice, an underlying fear when he uttered such brave words.
“But sire, you may die.”
“I will defend Al Kharid. My eldest is old enough to take power, should I die. Where do the teleports go?”
“They go to Sophanem, sire.”
“That will have to do. Go now, I want my children safe.”
The Emperor stood for a while, toying in his mind at the prospect of death. He had been Emperor for a short time – a few years – but already he’d noticed his Empire becoming less prominent. Not any more, he decided. Today, the Empire of Sand would show their strength.

09-Apr-2010 11:20:08

Crocefisso

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“General Rois,” one Sergeant spoke out, “Why do we not attack?”
Rois gave him a look of plain incredulity.
“We want to kill them properly. No more wild slashing, we will go a wave at a time. The Empress demands body counts, and if we keep fighting like barbarians we’ll never be able to give them to her.”
The Sergeant nodded and stepped in line.

“Men,” boomed Rois, “Drum.”
The men – all 200 of them – began to bang their spears on the ground in unison. Vases fell off the windows as the ground trembled. One arrow flew over a roof, and landed amidst the Dark Army, hitting one soldier in the throat. The victim yelled and fell to the ground. After a second of gurgling he fell still. Rois was perplexed.
It was then that the Army of Sand appeared. They appeared from behind trees and buildings. They appeared on rooftops and the treetops. Though smaller, this army was better trained and better equipped. Their scimitars glistened in the blazing sun.
Rois stepped forward.
“Empire of Sand, we have come for you. No man shall be spared. No lives shall be saved. All shall die!”
With that, the might of the Dark Army was thrust forward, protected by clouds of arrows which soared over their heads. . Behind a tannery, the Emperor gulped. He clasped his scimitar with sweaty hands. Two soldiers with spears charged round the corner and spotted the Emperor. Before they had the time to move, an arrow pierced one of the men. The Emperor looked up, and saw General Ruby, leader of the forces here in Al Kharid.
“Hello sire,” said the General merrily. He finished off the other soldier, and embraced the Emperor.
“It’s good to see you here, sir. No doubt morale will increase somewhat. Shall we go to the front?”

09-Apr-2010 11:22:26

Crocefisso

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“You’re not going anywhere.”
Rois spat the words with pure hatred in his voice, his longsword just inches from Ruby’s throat. A brief pause was ended by Ruby; like a flash of lightning he moved his arm and slashed Rois’ leg. Before the Emperor had time to realise what was happening, Rois and Ruby were engaged in a sword fight.
“Run, sire,” yelled Ruby.
The Emperor watched as Dark soldiers advanced from the north. Adrenaline took over; he dropped his sword and belted south. He ran through chaotic streets, his crown flew off his head as he did so, his feet splattered in puddles of blood. Dark soldiers pursued, but soon found their armour too heavy and gave up the chase.
Finally, the Emperor arrived at the Shantay Pass. He fumbled inside his pocket for his Royal Pass. As he did so, he glanced behind him. His eyes were greeted with the sight of a mother and baby being executed. Al Kharid was lost. The Emperor stepped through the gate and onto a magic carpet. As the carpet sped along, the Emperor’s mind whizzed. Questions filled his head. But for now, he would have to concentrate on defending the Empire of Sand.
Back in Al Kharid, the Dark Army was victorious. General Ruby fought to the last man – but when the last man fell, and the Dark Army formed a ring around the city, it left only him. He and Rois battled for hours at a time. Hordes of soldiers surrounded them, their expressions grim, they watched the duel. Eventually Rois landed a hit on Ruby – his longsword pierced Ruby’s right shoulder. Ruby spluttered and fell to the floor. The Dark Army cheered.

“Men,” Rois stood proud as his men fell silent, “I want this brave warrior, General Ruby of Al Kharid, to be given full medical attention. Then, we shall lock him up. Warriors like him are too good to die.”

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