Jack and the Darkclaw

Bar stools smashed against the wall, bottles shattered and people were being thrown through the air. Jack ducked just in time to avoid a punch, then countered with an uppercut, shattering the man’s jaw. The drunken brawler went down and didn’t get back up. Jack used this opportunity to sneak out of the bar. He wrapped his forest green cloak around his body and quietly walked toward the door as chaos raged on around him.

            Jack left the whole messy business behind him as he left the building and quickly began to walk away. “Well crisis averted!” Jack smiled. “a crisis that YOU started!” Ack spoke up. Jack was a thief on the run from a corrupt kingdom trying to throw him in jail, he wore a gray loosely fit shirt, black pants, brown leather boots, leather fingerless gloves and a hooded green cloak. He carried a sword at his side and a knife in his boot. Ack, who Jack named, was a voice in Jack’s head. At first Jack just thought he was crazy, but more time he spent having Ack in his head the more he wondered if Ack was more of a spirit that shared Jack’s body. Only Jack could hear Ack’s words, but anytime Jack’s life was in danger he would gain supernatural powers on loan from Ack. Regardless of if Ack were real or not, he was someone to talk when traveling alone.

            “I didn’t start the fight, the guy was clearly drunk and the situation got out of hand” Jack protested. “Well your lucky you weren’t drunk as well, then we wouldn’t be able to communicate and you wouldn’t hear my warning when that guy tried to smash a chair over your head” Ack replied. “I was just trying to relax after days of being lost in Noril kingdom” Jack argued back. Originally from Koreth, Jack got lost on his journey through the vast grassland of Noril. During his travels to avoid capture from the Doomars, he got slightly turned around and ended up in a tavern in a small town, removed from any major city or landmark.

            Jack argued with his companion in his head as he walked. So caught up in the conversation he didn’t realize he had walked out of the town. Once outside the town border he was immediately confronted with a group of heavily armed men. “Halt traveler, are you Jack the bandit?” asked a man wearing leather armor and a spiked helmet, carrying a large axe. “No, sorry. I think I saw him back in that tavern over there” Jack replied pointing back into town. The man laughed, “We are the Darkclaw Mercenaries. I am the leader, Agox. These are my men, Sorm, Sepper and Harr. We are here bring you to the Doomars king, dead or alive. We were just trying to give you a chance to surrender. I know its you, I got your picture here” he said, holding up a sketch of Jack, green cloak, long brown hair, it was definitely him. “Wow, that’s really good. Who drew that?” Jack joked. The leader of the group replied by swinging his axe at Jack.

            Having quick reflexes and the agility of a monkey, Jack’s whole body swayed sideways, dodging the axe chop. There were four mercenaries in this group. The leader, Agox with a spiked helmet and axe, Sorm used a two handed sword, Sepper had a spear and Harr used duel hammer.

            Jack drew his sword and slashed at the axe man, slicing the Agox’s arm. The leader growled in pain. It would be a little tougher swinging his large axe now. In reaction to the exchange of strikes, the other four members ran at Jack.

Sepper thrust his spear at Jack, grazing his arm as he barely dodged the strike in time. Immediately following Sorm and Harr brought their weapons down at Jack from both sides. Jack blocked the large sword slice with his own sword, but was struck in the back by Harr’s hammers and dropped to his knees from the impact. “This isn’t good…” Jack muttered. “oh come on Jack, you’re a big boy, take care of these fools and lets get some lunch” Ack said carefree. “sure, I’ll get right on that” Jack grunted in reply. Sepper stabbed down at Jack’s exposed back. Reacting quickly, he rolled out of the way, across the ground and kicked up dust. Jack jumped to his feet, then whirled his sword sideways at Harr while he was distracted by the dust in his eyes. Jack’s sword sliced into Harr’s shoulder making him drop one of his hammers, Harr tried to swing his second hammer to counter, but Jack kicked him in the chest, sending him to the ground.

            Sorm swung his sword again, Jack ducked, reached into his boot to grab his knife then threw it at Sepper, stabbing the spear man right in the chest. Sepper gurgled blood as the blade pierced his leather armor and his lungs. Sepper fell to the ground dead. Enraged Agox swung his axe with massive force, Jack sidestepped the attack, moved in forward and struck Agox in the face with the hilt of his sword. The leader stumbled clutching his face. “Lets end this Jack, im bored” Ack sighed. Jack grumbled, but before he could reply dark energy surged through his body. Jack’s movements became a blur and a dark aura surrounded him. His eyes glowed red and his voice echoed as if two people spoke at once. “Darkclaw mercenaries, I suggest you run” Jack said, showing a wicked smile.

            Blinded by pride and rage from being injured by a thief, Agox charged again. Jack dropped his sword to the ground and waited with arms out. The second before Agox struck Jack with his axe, Jack moved with a flash of speed. Harr and Sorm who were too scared to fight anymore watched, one second their leader ran at the thief, the next Jack had Agox lifted into the air by his throat. “Tell others of this, tell them only death awaits” Jack said. When he spoke he looked at Harr and Sorm, no longer paying attention to the large man suspended by his throat. Then within a blink Agox let out a scream and was torn in half. Jack threw each half of Agox at the remaining mercenaries and walked off. Harr and Sorm were too scared to move as they looked at their leaders remains on the ground at their feet.

            “Should have killed them all” Ack said. Jack had his head lowered “I didn’t even want to kill Sepper or Agox. I would rather they be afraid then keep hounding me” Jack replied. His dark power fading and eyes returning to normal. “That dark power helps me survive, but I don’t like how blood thirsty I get” Jack said sadly. “But it’s a rush, isn’t it?” Ack laughed. Jack said silent and continued on his journey. The hunting wouldn’t stop and neither would the fighting, but still Jack is on the move, hoping to avoid capture and maybe one day will find a peaceful life.

Fallen Star

Wind whipped through the night sky, the sound of the ocean could be heard from across the town. William looked out his window and sighed, there would be a storm again. His father promised they would go fishing tomorrow, but if the weather didn’t get any better they would have to cancel their plans. As he looked out the window he saw a sparkling light shine through the clouds and fall into the water. It was the most brilliant light he had ever seen, even at a distance. Something urged him to go out and investigate. The storm was approaching and the waters would turn treacherous. If he wanted to find the source of the light, he would need to hurry.

William put on his boots and hurried out of his house to the docks, which were close. William was 17 and lived with his father, he had no siblings and his mother died from disease. He had gone fishing many times with his father, so he knew how to sail a boat and navigate on the ocean. Once at the docks he untied a little boat and paddled his way out into the open water. He was in a landing boat or a lifeboat, so he was careful not to go too far out. He decided to be careful, but if he was truly cautious he wouldn’t even be out in the water, at night, with a storm approaching in the first place.

He paddled out to where he saw the light drop and hoped it didn’t sink to the bottom of the ocean. With luck, he saw a faint glow and brought his boat closer to it. Whatever made the light was close to the surface of the water. William reached his hand into the water and tried to scoop up the object. He felt something and pulled it out of the water. It was a ball of light. Warm in his hand, solid enough to hold onto, yet at times it felt as if he wasn’t holding anything at all. As if it were light in solid form, but it couldn’t decide if it wanted to stay solid. Once out of the water, the ball of light started growing brighter.

Holding onto the ball of light the best he could, he made his way to shore. The whole time wondering what he had found and what he should do with it. Once on the beach he held the light up to get a better look at it, grasping it with his thumb and first finger, it was the size of a large coin and almost didn’t seem to weigh anything at all.

Suddenly images flashed into his mind, images of far off places and distant worlds. It was like his mind was taken over by a dream. He saw the night sky, but all around, surrounding giant floating structures. The word ‘space’ flashed into his mind. He was a simple son of a fisherman and the most advanced technology his town had access to was a fishing boat. Single shot guns were a new thing in this world, so William was having trouble grasping the concept of space, planets and spaceships. The metal structure was important for some reason, it had humans of all kinds living in it. As William stared at it through his vision, the space ship, or large structure exploded. He heard the cries of a hundreds of people all at once, then the next minute they were gone. This light flew from the blast and crashed to his world, into the water.

William snapped out of it and realized he saw all of this by looking into the light. The problem was he didn’t know what any of this meant, what the light was, or what he was supposed to do with it. Maybe nothing, maybe he wasn’t supposed to be meddling with things beyond his grasp. He wanted to keep it safe as it seemed important, but didn’t know how or even what he would keep it safe from. “what am I to do? I am only a fisherman!” William asked the ball of light, frustrated and emotional from seeing such grand sights and all the death from his vision. The light pulsed and the image of a tree appeared in his mind. “A tree?” he asked. Then thought instead of looking at the light as a star or something used as a light source, what if it was just a seed. He didn’t know what it would grow into, but he was determined to help.

William ran home and got a shovel. Then tried to think of a spot this little light seed wouldn’t be disturbed. He got an idea, then ran off into the fields. There was a grassy hill that overlooked the town, it was empty and people rarely went up there. It was perfect. He ran up the grassy hill, the night breeze blowing in his face, cooling the sweat on his forehead as he ran. He stopped to catch his breath, and then started digging. As he worked he heard the storm growing closer. Thunder cracked and lightly rippled through the clouds. He finally finished digging and planted the seed, then covered it with dirt. The rain started just as he was done. The rain came down hard and soaked the earth. William laughed with satisfaction at a job well done. Now the cold rain cooled him down from all the work he did for this little seed. He thought about how lucky it was that the light found him that it landed near someone that could help it. He wondered what would have happened if no one took it out of the water. Would it have washed up to shore or simply sank to the bottom of the ocean?

His mind ran wild with thoughts of what might happen next and could have happened if things had been different. The storm was getting worse though and William had to get home. He had a hard time sleeping that night and the next morning ran up the hill to check on the little seed. There was no change, so William went about his day. He had a hard time sleeping that night too and again checked on the seed the next morning. He knew seeds didn’t sprout up overnight, but this wasn’t a normal seed and his excitement kept getting the better of him. For a week he had a hard time sleeping as he was so excited and every morning he would check on the seed. This became part of his morning routine everyday. Though he luckily was able to sleep fine after a week or so.

Williams life went on, the average simple life of a fisherman’s son became the average life of a fisherman. He grew older, got married and had kids and every morning went up to the top of the hill to check on the seed. But the seed never sprouted and no one ever knew why William went to the hill each morning. As William got older, he told his children the story of the glowing seed from the sky, and told them that when they grew up to keep an eye on the hill if they ever got the chance. Time passed still and he told his grandkids the same story. The town grew and the story slowly spread. The story became a local legend and had some that believed the story and others that just thought it was a silly story told to children. Soon other parents told their children this story, but just told as a fairy tale, not told the way William told it, which was more like a set of instructions.

One day, William slowly made his way up the hill. He had gotten old and tired and didn’t know how many more times he would be able to visit his magical seed. He laid out on the grass and looked at the spot where he planted the seed all those years ago. He sometimes wondered if it was all a dream, but hoped more than anything that it wasn’t. He felt so tired, so tired from life and so tired from walking up that hill and began to close his eyes. Before he did, he saw a little sparkle in the grass. A glowing sprout sprang from the earth and shined as bright as a star. William at the age of eighty-five closed his eyes and smiled. The seed was growing and the town legend would live. To see the seed sprout was the only thing left he wanted to do before he died and now he could finally sleep at last. William closed his eyes and dreamed.

The sprout stayed a sprout for years more, but even such a little plant created great excitement in the town. It glowed night and day and the villagers finally had proof that Williams story was real. The town protected the little plant and put up a memorial for William on the same hill. It became William’s hill, home of the starlight plant. Which soon became the Starlight tree…but that’s another story altogether.

Birds

Recently, while driving I saw seagulls and crows in a parking lot. Both are scavengers and seem to hang out in parking lots or just anywhere they can find food. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen them together though. Most people might just say “oh” and continue on their way. Its nothing special I suppose, but here is what I saw, this is where my mind took me.

It was a cloudy day, light rain, cold and sleepy. A single beam of sunlight broke through the clouds. The sky seem more dramatic, it was beautiful and peaceful. Circling the parking lot were birds, seagulls. They floated gracefully through the air and the sight of them brought my mind to images of the ocean and the peaceful sound of the waves. The seagull landed and quickly found a piece of food, it attempted to retrieve the food but was stopped by a crow. The intimidating black bird was a contrast to the peaceful day. The sight of the crow brought my mind to images of death and graveyards. Crows seem so ominous and sometimes threatening. The two birds fought and so began a war in my mind. Light and darkness, the peaceful ocean breeze vs. the sadness of death. The weather was warm, yet the wind was cold and it had been raining. The sky was cloudy, yet sunlight shone through brightly. Opposing forces clashed trying to take back the day, one fought for the peacefulness of a spring day, the other trying to bring a storm of thunder and lighting. The birds fought as if fighting over the end of the world. More crows and seagulls circled overhead, crying out and cheering on their comrade.

The drama of the scene ended abruptly as a car drove by scaring away all the birds. My mind was forced back into reality. The weather was a little strange, but it was just the change from winter to spring. The sunlight breaking through the clouds was just from the clouds shifting and letting sunlight through and the battle of light versus darkness was nothing more than two scavenger birds fighting over bread crumbs. All of this played out in my head in seconds, I reached my turn, took a right and as I drove away the parking lot and the imaginary battle disappeared from sight. It was another normal cloudy day, but for a second the world seemed a whole lot more exciting.

Years of winter

This expression is based of my experience of the weather from the last few weeks. Enjoy!

Winter is slowly fading, making room for spring. It has been cold, windy and snowing for months, but it feels like years. Years of winter sweep through my city and bury it in snow. Everything is snow covered and frozen. I squint, as I look at a tree, no longer able to remember what it looks like without snow on it. The sky is gray and the roads are icy, I drive carefully as I shiver and curse under my breath.

            Then one day as if by magic, a warm breeze gently floats through the city. The sun is out and the world is warm. The ice and snow are gone and everything looks bare and naked. I feel strange as I step outside. I no longer need a jacket, no more winter hat. A cool spring breeze brushes against my face and I sigh in happiness. As I drive I am relaxed yet unnerved. The weather is so nice, yet everything feels out of place. The world is in transition. It feels like spring but looks like winter, just without the snow. I put it out of my mind. Spring has sprung and I want to enjoy every minute of it.

            Everyone is out of their homes, enjoying the weather. Riding bikes and playing in the street. I start to remember what spring looks like, I even vaguely remember what fall looks like as well. With the winter cold gone, my mind finally thaws and I begin to remember things I had long since forgotten. My senses are sharper, I feel happier, life seems sweeter. Whether its sunny or it rains, the weather is cool and inviting. No more snow, no more ice.

            I wake up each day with a sigh of relief, my mind gets carried away with all the things I want to do outside. The possibilities are endless. Oh the joy of spring, oh the joy of the rain and sunshine, oh…. damn…Its snowing again….

Arix and the Gem

A loud roar, shaking ground and suddenly light. Arix ran for his life through a dark underground tunnel, the light from his torch pierced through the overwhelming darkness. Arix was a young man with light brown hair, blue eyes and tanned skin. He wore a tan shirt that was ripped in several places, black pants, sturdy brown boots, a pair of goggles to keep dirt and dust out of his eyes and brown work gloves. He came from a family of carpenters and masons but instead of following in his family trade he became a treasure hunter.

           

            Arix ran for his life as a creature roared after him. This monster had been guarding or at least living with a rare gem. This gem would be worth a small fortune. Which wouldn’t matter if Arix died before he could sell it. The roars grew louder as the beast gained on the unfortunate adventurer. Arix reached into his bag with his free hand and pulled out the gem to get a better look at it. It was a large red gem the size of his fist and seemed to emit its own light, not enough to light a cavern just a soft glow that soothed Arix when he looked at it. After a few seconds of admiring the gem, he realized he had almost stopped running. The gem entranced him and he almost forgot about the monster. Quickly he stuffed the gem back into his bag and continued his run. He could hear the creature’s footsteps, it was right on his tail. Arix ran through the dark tunnels, taking turns and running down various paths, hoping to find his way out. He reached back into his bag, this time to grab his weapon. He didn’t want to fight, but would if he had to. No matter how fierce the creature, he would fight. Fight to see his family, to see the light of day again and of course to be rich when he sold the gem.

            The creature approached and Arix turned to face it, the light of the torch dimly lit the surrounding area. The monster stepped into view and Arix’s blood ran cold. The creature had a large thin body held up by spider like legs. The front of the body could move upright like a humans torso. The whole body and legs were covered in short brown fur, like a dog. Attached to the top of the body was a head, no eyes, no visible ears only a mouth, large and full of razor sharp teeth. The creature had rows of teeth that could probably even bite through stone. If Arix had seen the beast before he saw the gem, he might have just left it alone and went home. Then he thought, maybe if he gave the gem back. He wanted to be rich, but not enough to risk his life fighting a monster like this. Arix reached into his bag as the tunnel monster approached. He pulled the gem from his bag and held it up, instantly the creature stopped. It moved its head and slowly reached out for the gem with its creepy clawed spider legs. The gem seemed to lull the creature into a trance, like it had done to Arix earlier.

            Arix held the gem out, but kept it out of reach as he slowly backed away. The creature slowly followed Arix, subdued and focusing on the gem. It didn’t have eyes, yet the gem’s magic still worked. Slowly Arix continued to walk through the tunnel, he was nervous and was sweating. Suddenly the tunnel started to shake, it felt like an earthquake and pieces of stone ceiling began to fall. The tremors and falling stone shook the beast and he seemed to snap out of the trance. It realized it was being led and the thief still had its gem. The creature let out another roar and Arix took off into a sprint. He put the gem away and pulled out his weapon, a modified single shot pistol. This gun could shoot bullets, but also could shoot fire. Arix had made special combustion shots that would light things on fire. As he ran he loaded his gun. Rocks continued to fall, the creature was getting struck with stones and Arix had almost been struck several times. Arix finally ran into a dead end, it was a cave in, blocking him from the outside world. He turned as the creature closed in. Arix fired a shot into the darkness, the bullet zipped through the air and it a wall causing a burst of light and a splash of fire. He missed and tried to load another shot. Then a sharp spike flew from the darkness, Arix tried to dodge it, but was struck in the leg. It was a barb and as the creature stepped into view, Arix could see that the legs of the tunnel monster were covered in sharp barbs than it would throw. The beasts front leg jerked forward and another barb shot out, flying at high speeds. Arix dropped the ground and the barb embedded itself into the stone, right where his head was moments ago.

            Arix clutched his bleeding leg. The barb was sticking right through his leg. Arix used all his strength and pulled the barb out, a flash of pain swept over his body and cried out. His wound burned and throbbed and he hoped the barbs weren’t poisonous. The beast ran up at Arix and prepared to bring his clawed leg down to crush the boy. Arix finished loading his gun and right as the monster stood over him, Arix fired. The shot hit the beast right in its torso. Flames splashed across its body and caught fire to its fur. The monster backed up and roared in pain. It scuttled back into the darkness, hitting its body against the walls to put out the remaining fire.

            Now that Arix was safe, he would be able to crawl out of the cave. He wrapped his leg in cloth from his bag, then slowly began to move rocks away. It took hours, but Arix was able to get through the cave in. He limped through the caverns until he eventually found light. Light shone into one of the tunnels, Arix followed the light and found the exit to the cave. He smiled and began to laugh to himself. He didn’t think he’d ever see daylight again. From the cave he began his journey home, stopping to rest often. Once he got home he planned to rest and let his body heal. Arix had risked his life to steal treasure from a monster, the tunnel could have been his grave and no one would have known what happened to him. A sane man would take this as a lesson and maybe settle down to become a carpenter or mason, but Arix, he just wondered where he would find his next adventure.

Lazy sunday

I wake up in the afternoon on a Sunday and stretch lazily. The sun is on my face, its warmth is comforting and relaxing, I fall back to sleep. I wake up again to the sound of someone in the kitchen. I get out of bed cautiously and walk through the apartment to find Steve making food. I decide to harass him until he fixes me something too. He gets annoyed, but does it anyway. I eat happily in the kitchen. During breakfast I occasionally stare at him just to freak him out, it works and he leaves. After breakfast I hop on the couch and watch the TV. Steve left it to the golf station and I’m too lazy to get up so I watch golf.

As if in a trance I watch the golf channel for hours, its so boring yet I can’t stop watching, it’s mesmerizing. Steve goes about his day but I ignore him. He vacuums and it starts to bother me, so I leave. I hate it when he vacuums. Can’t he see I was trying to watch something? I walk past the window and something catches my eye, it’s a squirrel. It’s the squirrel from the other day, the one that knocks over the trashcans. I watch him angrily, keeping tabs on him to make sure he doesn’t mess anything up. I wish I could catch him. One of these days I’m going to go outside snatch him out of his stupid tree. Probably not, he’s faster than me, but still. Damn squirrel. The pest finally disappears into the branches of a nearby tree and I continue my day. The apartment isn’t very big and theres not much to do besides take a nap. Since I’ve already slept for fourteen hours, I decide to go outside. Steve always keeps the door locked up and its not easy to open the door, so after a few minutes of asking he opens the door for me. We should just have one of those easy to open swinging doors.

The sun is warm as I strut down the street, I see a female on the other side of the road and I call out to her, she ignores me. I was just trying to be friendly, but some people are just stuck up. As I’m walking by I pass a fence and suddenly a dog launches at me, stopped suddenly by the chain link fence. It barks and growls and I check to make sure I didn’t have a heart attack. Dogs and squirrels, seriously, damned them both. My hair was almost standing on end I was so scared. I calm myself and straighten up, then casually walk away. I’m tough, I didn’t just yelp like a girl when that dog scared me, sure I didn’t.

I walk home and sneak in through an open window, I didn’t want to wait for Steve to let me in. I strut around the kitchen and then eat dinner. After eating I lay out on the floor. Relaxed and full I drift off back to sleep. It was a lovely sunny day, relaxing and carefree. I love being a cat.