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  • thesonofcinder

    thesonofcinder

    #33590579 - 2 years ago

    Before the many, there came the few, before the common, there came the rare. A group that we rely on for the very basis of our existence was once seen as a useless material.

    The bell rang, Alec Gundam looked up from his book as the person walked in, escaping the bitter mantle cold. The silver eyed boy stood.

    “Welcome,” he said, a smile stretched across his face. The man nodded and looked around the lobby.

    “Do you already have a room or--?” The redhead started, the man shook his head.

    “Are there any openings?” he asked. The boy nodded and spun around to the shelf behind him.

    “Room 53, left hall, 250 lein a night.” Alec said, spinning around again with the key in his hand. The man nodded in thanks and gave the boy a small bundle of bills. Then he took the key and left.

    The boy sighed and picked up his book again. Opening to the part he was at, he continued reading.

    Dust, the most valuable substance in our world today, was found in a basic iron mine in the then kingdom of Lebark (modern day Vale). The substance was very interesting to the miners because they provided a soft glow in the dark. But that was far from their only purpose.

    “Here you go kid.” the man said. Lyndsy Archide looked up from her book. She was in the bakery of downtown Vale. On the counter was a apple pie, steaming from the oven’s heat. The smell of apples filled the air as the blonde haired girl breathed deeply.

    “Sorry it took so long.” the man said. Lyndsy shook her head as she stood.

    “Well worth the wait.”She said, handing the man a bag of valors.

    “Would you like me to box it up for you?” the man said. Lyndsy nodded and sat down as the man picked the pie back up. She picked up her book and opened it as her blue eyes scanned through the pages at a rapid pace.

    The first person to take notice of the dust’s potential was the last emperor of Lebark. The man was given a necklace made out of red dust for his birthday. Later when putting it in his chambers, he slipped and fell, dropping the gift. When it hit the floor, it exploded into a small fire.

    And with that the true power of the “useless substance” was found.

    Isaac looked up as a shadow covered his light. It was a large cloud, moving swiftly against the Vaccuan skies. The white haired boy looked around his campsite, his small tent and fire sat unmoved, though covered in sand. He looked at the map next to him and the devices on the makeshift table. He had better keep moving.

    Standing, the blue shirted boy picked up his mapping tools, packing up his tent and extinguishing his fire he continued into the wild desert. Holding the book in one hand as he held his bag in his other and his collapsed tent on his back. Soon, the substance was used for everything from heat to major war weapons, the other kingdoms began to get jealous of Lebark, why are they the only ones who got this technology. It was clear that soon, the kingdom would have to defend its precious substance.

    “Nicole!” A voice called. The brown haired girl looked up from her book. Her partner was searching for her.

    “Nicole Lambert, where are you? They need us in the dressing room!” Thomas was yelling. The girl’s green eyes lit up with joy as she swung down from the rafters of the mistrailan theater.

    “Hello, Thomas,” the faunus said. The boy spun around, shocked to see his partner behind him.

    “There you are, come on, we have to get ready.” Nicole nodded, and followed him to the dressing room.

    Parting ways, the two went into the separate rooms. Nicole's costume assistant stood, anxiously looking at the door. When she saw her, she ran right over.

    “We lost a lot of time! Quickly, put on your costume,” she said, handing the girl the ursa’s top half.

    Pulling on the clawed boots, the girl was shoved into her shirt by her assistant. Grabbing the mask, she put it on, obscuring her vision, like it always did.

    “There, good, great, get out there. We’ll help attach the parts as soon as that turtle of a boy gets dressed,” the assistant said. The girl smiled and sat down on a hard wooden bench and opened her book again.

                War was avoided when the nearby kingdom of Debroah (modern day mistral) also discovered dust within its mines, the kingdoms stopped thinking about war and began making weapons and other amenities with their new precious substance

    A grimm stood on a cliff overlooking a meadow of emerald green grass. It had a dress shaped body and a mushroom shaped head. Its limbs were four large black tentacles that ended in golden stingers and its face was that of a human's. Though the upper half looked like it was wearing a mask.

    “A change is coming,” it whispered, voice deep and smooth. “The first among the souls are soon to be released.”

  • thesonofcinder

    thesonofcinder

    #33590611 - 2 years ago

     Alec stood at the breakfast line, watching the guests grab food from the long table. A small child came up to him.

                “Excuse me” he said. The red haired boy crouched down to be eye to eye with the small boy.

                “Yes?” he asked. The boy glanced around, then looked up.

                “The table is out of pancakes, can you--” he started. Alec smiled.

               “Of course,” he said. He walked out of the large dining area and to the storage area. He looked up. The pancake mix was on the very top shelf. He looked around for the stepladder. It wasn't there.

              “Come on, dad,” he muttered to himself, as he climbed up onto the shelf and began to scale to the top. The wooden piece of furniture swayed dangerously as he climbed higher and higher. He reached out and grabbed the mix.

             “Got it,” he said in victory. Suddenly the shelf fell, taking the boy and all the food with it. Alec realized what was going to happen and closed his eyes, panic bubbling up inside of him. He waited for the impact.

            But it never came.

            Alec opened his eyes. The shelf had stopped falling. It hung at an unnatural angle in midair. Food had fallen from it, but stood still, suspended in the dark room, perfectly untouched. The boy himself floated, just feet from the hard stone ground. As he sat in shock, he was slowly lowered onto the ground.

           Alec was suddenly aware of a massive headache. His brain pounded against his skull. He looked at the unnatural positions of the food and pictured in his head what it looked like before. Almost immediately, the shelf righted itself, food floated back to their shelfs and settled, the pancake mix, which was dropped in the fiasco floated right back up to the top shelf. Within seconds, the shelf was back to what it was before.

         “Alec?” a voice said, the redheaded boy spun around. His mother stood in the doorway, holding the stepladder. Eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

           “Mom, look at this!” he said, he pictured the pancake mix in his head and held out his arm. The said bag flew from the shelf and landed in his hand. Both him and his mother stared at it in shock.

           Then alec fainted.

            

           “I think he’s waking up.”  a voice said, the redhead opened his eyes slowly. His parents were standing over him he was on his bed. Staring at his hands, he remembered how he had pulled the pancake mix from the ceiling.

           What just happened?

  • thesonofcinder

    thesonofcinder

    #33592460 - 2 years ago

        Lyndsay walked down her street, the neighbors waved as she passed by. She smiled, the sun shone high in the sky. Her house was in the middle of a long row of houses that looked exactly the same, painted blue and white, it towered two stories high, the girl climbed the stairs and unlocked the door. Walking in, she slammed the door shut behind her.

        There was a note on the table, next to that a plate of cookies.

         “Hey, sweetie, me and your father are at the shop, we will be home before sundown, dinner is in the oven, you can do whatever you want, as long as your there before we get home.

                                                                                                                             ---love you,

                                                                                                                                       Mom.

    P.s: andrew is in his room, please don’t bother him. Thanks.

        Lindsay looked at the note twicw, reading the bottom carefully, why was andrew here?

        She turn and speed walked to the door, trying to be a quiet as possible. There was a sound from upstairs, the girl held her breath.

        “Hello?” a voice called, lindsay hurried to the door and began to pull it open, she heard feet begin to pound their way downstairs.

        “Lyndsay?” she heard her brother grunt, she pulled her door the rest of the way open and bolted, hearing her brother begin to run after her.

        She raced down the street as fast as she could, panic begining to rise up in her, she heard her brother plodding after her, calling her name. Getting closer.

        Speed. Speed was the one thing she didin’t have, and her emotions got in the way of the little head start she had. Soon her brothers hand grabbed hers roughly.

        “Gotcha.” andrew said with a cocky smirk in his voice, he spun the smaller girl around and looked her directly in the eye, seeing her panic made him laugh harder, “what’s the matter sis, arn’t you happy to see me?”

        “Let me go.” lyndsay demanded, tring to suppress her wild fears, but her voice craked and her brother grabbed her other wrist.

        “I don’t think so.” he said, the girl could smell the alcohaul in his breath. Tears welled up in her eyes.

        “Let me GO!” she shouted, suddenly the entire street was consumed by a fireball. And everything went black.

        The fire had destroyed the entire street, and two neighboring ones were burnt to a crisp, the death count rose by the hour, and in the center of it all stood lyndsy. The flames licked at her, but didn’t burn, the corpse of her brother had been obliterated. Turned to dust and shot in every direction. Tears formed in her eyes, evaporating before they could run down her face

    What had just happened.