Hello, minions! We meet again.
As you can see, I have returned once more to bless you with my presence and some particularly feelzy snippets this fine morning. Or afternoon. Or evening. Wherever you are, it’s a fine day.
You see, I’ve started school(and it’s boring me to death) but it also means I have access to internet once more. So I can post more that once a month, like I have been unfortunately. And yes, I know you’re all dying to see more of me. Who wouldn’t be? I am the paradox of paradoxes. The INTJ Hufflepuff. The neither right-brained nor left-brained extremely introverted cynic.
Yes. That would be me.
Anyhow, here’s the snippets of Firemaster you’ve all been waiting for.
Shadow’s head snapped up, and he saw Isof staring at him. “Aye?”
“How are you?”
Shadow froze. “Fine.”
Isof’s brow arched upwards. “Really?” He sighed, and handed Shadow a thick blanket he had stuffed under his arm. “Because normal people don’t look like they have hypothermia.”
Shadow glared, shaking hands seizing the blanket, pride be damned. “It’s not hypothermia. It’s… something else.”
Isof sat down next to him, studying the stars. “Something like a little to much light?”
A thin tendril of icy fear snaked it’s way up Shadow’s spine, despite the blanket. “What do you mean?” He feigned ignorance.
Isof’s lips twisted into a sharp smile. “The light chases away the shadows, and none can withstand it.”
Shadow’s body froze in an icy grip, muscles trembling with anticipation. He silently gathered his feet under himself, ready to throw the blanket in Isof’s face and run. Run for his life.
The girl turned, laundry still in hand. Jax stood before her, eyes avoiding her gaze and fingers tugging nervously at his jacket sleeve. A tiny blue thread came loose, and he snapped it off.
“Yes?” She answered.
“People–humans–are supposed to be together, right?”
Vyrn arched a dark brow, confused. “Yes, I suppose so.”
“They’re supposed to make friends, and fall in love, and marry… right?” He went on.
She nodded, mute.
“Then…” Jax hesitated. He glanced up at her, then away again. His fingers stumbled over his sleeve, tearing out threads of string in an almost frantic manner. “Is… ” The words escaped him once more, but he steeled his mind and continued. Please. I need an answer.
“Is there something wrong with me?”
His eyes locked with Vyrn’s, wide and desperate. She stiffened, the words searing through her mind.
“Jax…” She began shakily, “who told you that?”
He looked away.
Vyrn grit her teeth. “Who told you that?” She demanded, louder and firmer. When he still refused to answer, she yelled. “Who? Tell me!” Her boot hit the ground, pain shooting up her heel from a sharp rock underfoot. “Who?”
“So, here lies the little puppet boy.”
Kirin froze, a slick tendril of dread dripping down his spine. “Wh-Who’s there?”
The voice chuckled. It was a deep, rasping sound, made to instill fear in the hearts of men. “Oh, but you don’t remember me?” The voice paused, and then a single word slid out, the word that had broke Kirin mind and body.
The word enveloped in darkness long hidden. Kirin sucked in a ragged breath and clamped his hands down over his ears, begging the memories to stay hidden.
My name is Death. They all know this. And yet, the puny little humans still insist on fighting me. Why, I can’t tell.
After all, I am the Black Prince. Death itself, wrapped in a human skin and gifted to mankind like a talisman of evil.
They call me evil. How right they are, and they don’t even know it.
So there, my minions. Some feelzy snippets. Are you mourning what I’m going to do to my character yet? You probably should be…
Oh, and be sure to check out the new update page for Firemaster. You’ll find it up in the menu, under “Writings”.
INTJ. Writer. Dreamer. Artist. Dragon.