I just started writing a description of a character I wanted to write...and suddenly I have a mini story. It would probably be longer but since I literally wasn't spending a lot of time doing this. I also wrote this all in Notepad. I spent maybe like 20 minutes max doing this (the majority was spent describing the bad guy). I don't know how we got to this situation but I figured since it's just a little story of sorts and won't spend a lot of time on it I can leave a lot of it up to the imagination. So, enjoy this little mini chapter.
Chapter 1: The Relic of a Man
The man couldn't even be called human anymore. The disheveled old man's hair was wild. His beard went down to his chest. His right eye was a robotic piece with a sinister red light glowing from it, but the left one had a wild blue eye that seemed to be capable of piercing the very soul. Both his teeth and his clawlike fingernails were turning yellow. Right where his heart would be was a mechanical contraption, a heart shaped bulb of metal, beating like a heart should be. His whole left side appeared to be biomechanical. His left arm wasn't organic; it was a set of thin rods connected with various tubes. The thin palm on this robotic monstrosity seemed to grasp on to a large sword about his own size. His human hand carried a very long katana also about the length of the man. The man's maddening looks extended to his clothing. It appeared to be torn relics of the olden days several thousand years ago covered with many other layers of clothing that he obtained over the millennia. The clothes looked and smelled moldy. Holes were abundant on the dark brown cape. Fur from the animals he killed was used to patch up some of the other holes of his robes. Small pouches containing powerful artifacts were sewn into his clothing.
He can't be called human anymore, for he is simply a body to bring upon death. Does the being even have a soul anymore? A being that avoided death for too long: that's what my master claimed he was. He wasn't originally a bad man, but after being around since the Grande Age of Magic and having to deal with the "gift" of immortality for all those years, his sanity is probably long gone. Why was he even doing this anymore?
He shambled towards me. A smirk appeared on the man's face. Was he even capable of cognitive reason anymore? I clutched on to the sword and shield my master gave me before disappearing. What was I even capable of? I guess I'll find out soon enough.
The man opened his mouth exposing almost fanglike teeth. "Soopphhhieee!" He knew my name. I held my weapons closer to me. I can't figure out what he's going to do next.
"Your desire to end your own suffering but killing your mother is an unforgivable sin. It is a sin that I must purge from this world. My name is Cinda, the Guardian of Righteousness, and my blades will be the last thing you thing."
I froze in fear. He knew what I was thinking. He knew what I was thinking and thought I was committing a sin. He's so old that his mind must be gone; he's confusing temptation with real sin.
I got ready to fight but I knew that it wasn't going to end well. What could I do? Everyone that encountered him was killed. I am just some 18 year old freshman engineer that Master Horticus approached and gave these weapons to. I have no formal training. What can a petite 18 year old girl do?
I am going to die here.
Some Little Story of Sorts
3 posts
March 28, 2012
March 28, 2012
Ha! I knew she was a girl. Anyways, I love the bad guy. He's charasmatic.
March 29, 2012
I have no idea what I'm even really doing anymore. It started off being a description and now I got a full fledge chaptered short story coming out. Here's a chapter roughly 3x as long as the last one.
Chapter 2
With a fierce battle cry, Cinda lunged at me. I yelped like a scared puppy and did a quick jump back. He swung the large blade at me like a club. My black eyes widened. All I could do was hide behind my shield. The crash of the blade against my shield reverberated against my entire body.
He swung it again, and again I blocked it. The reverberations felt weird. I knew what he was trying to do: break my shield. Without my shield, I probably wouldn’t be able to even attempt to save my life.
Once more, he swung the sword. I had to do something. What was that thing that you do in fighting games? Parry! I thrust my shield at his blade. It caught it right at the perfect time! I managed to throw him off guard! This was my chance! I swung my blade wildly. I could feel it cut through his flesh. My mouth was open in happiness. I was actually doing it! I could do it! I knew I could!
I heard the clash of metal against metal. My arm wasn’t capable of pushing through anymore. I knew what it had to be. I looked up to see Cinda, with a smug smirk on his face, blocking my assault on him with his katana. My eyes widened in such fear. My confidence was crushed. I was going to die here. I knew it.
“Little girl, I am older than modern civilization. Do you really think a mere child can stop me even with my advanced age?”
I felt weak. He was right. Was I really expecting to win just because Master Horticus gave me these weapons and told me that I could?
“You’re not going to talk are you, Sophie?”
“B-B-But… M-Master H-Horticus!”
In my fear, I could barely get just those words out before Cinda interrupted me. “Master Horticus? Ha! Marcus is just a simple descendant of the Reves Kingdom’s royal family. He may have his magic, but he only learned how to use it through hearsay over the millennia. He’s nothing compared to someone that actually lived in those times!”
With one simple sweep with his katana, he knocked my sword out of my hand. It all happened so quickly that I didn’t even know what happened until after it did. He pushed me to the ground with just the handle of one of his katana.
“You don’t even know what you’re up against. Even with the Royal Weapons, you are nothing but some kid,” he said before smirking. “How do you prefer to die?”
I couldn’t let it end so quickly. I rolled away to my weapon and grabbed it. With one fluid in motion, I got up and cut him with a leaping vertical cut. Somehow I felt the strong urge to kick him. I couldn’t resist and landed as strong as a kick that I could as I fell back to the ground.
He was knocked to the ground with my kick and I landed on my shoulder. I shouldn’t have done that. It hurt much more than it should. I couldn’t just pay attention to this pain like I would at home. If I did that, I would have a lot worse to deal with than some simple pain.
I rolled forward to Cinda and he did the same to me. Our blades met in the middle. It was getting serious. I felt our swords clash with one another multiple times. My shield helped me to block some attacks from him.
This couldn’t be real. I couldn’t actually be fighting to the death against someone, especially not someone older than my religion. This had to be a dream. I was never known for this kind of behavior. I was probably the most passive and the most apologetic person ever. Now I’m actually fighting and hurting this man because I was told to stop him before more innocent lives perish under his blades.
“Give up!” I pleaded. I tried to command all my respect but I still sounded like the meek 18 year old girl that I really am. “You have killed too many innocent people! If you stop now I promise I will not kill you!”
“Why should I listen to a sinner? Those people are sinners themselves. Your whole society has crumbled onto the decadence of sin. You praise the people who have **** with all sorts of people, do all sorts of illegal substances, and get arrested as often as you use the bathroom. You do not care about even the least sinful of you. There are millions of people that you let starve to death just because you don’t want to part with the ability to get the newest biggest ‘must-have’ device. You do not respect life! You respect and desire to emulate the worst of the sinners instead of the pious. You are part of a CULTURE OF SIN! AND! I! MUST! PURGE! THE! SIN!”
With one vicious swing, Cinda knocked me down onto my chest. I didn’t even register that yet. I was stuck on what he said. He was right; our culture was one of sin. We do not deserve what we have. I thought back to everything in my life. We are a terrible civilization. Maybe we deserve what we’re getting. No. We may deserve to be destroyed but not artificially like he’s trying to do. I rather have our civilization crumble under itself than have it destroyed by this man.
I tried to get up, but Cinda stomped on my back until I was on the ground. I didn’t stop trying to get up again, but he applied more pressure with each attempt. He rubbed his heel into my back. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I collapsed and screamed out in pain. He raised his foot and stomped on my back. I was only feeling pain and the only sound I could utter was a scream.
“Now you shall perish. I have another 300 million people in just your country alone. It’ll take a while.”
He stomped on my back once more. He put his foot over my neck and started applying more and more pressure slowly. So this is how I die? Under the heel of an ancient man desiring to destroy my entire society? I couldn’t believe it. I tried to fight it, but he was too strong. I may not be too damaged physically, but I was exhausted from the fight. Aside from the deep gashes I left on his body, he looked like he was still very capable of going on.
I closed my eyes. I accepted my fate. No matter what, I wouldn’t have been able to beat him. I tried my best and I failed miserably. My death was eminent.
Suddenly, I heard some sort of blast. Cinda was thrown off of me and against a wall. What had just happened? How did that happen? Am I dead? Am I dreaming this? Nothing like this would actually happen in real life.
I saw a small hand by my face. My own tiny hand took that hand. I was pulled up by another girl. She seemed to have the same tiny frame as me but that was the only similarity between us. Her blond hair which only went down to her shoulder was nothing like my black hair. Her blue eyes hid behind a pair of brown oval glasses. I didn’t have glasses; my black eyes were exposed to the nature. Her skin seemed to be very slightly tanned; mine was pale and I was covered in freckles.
I stared at my savior. She seemed to have a one handed rifle in her hand. With a simple flick of her wrist, the rifle transformed into a mechanical sword. Who was she? Why did she come here? If she helped me here, she must at least be a friend if that Chinese proverb is right, right?
“Are you ok?” the girl asked.
“I’m in pain.” I told her while picking up my weapons. “I’m in so much pain, and I’m exhausted.”
“Can you fight?”
“Of course…” I didn’t have many options. If I didn’t fight, Cinda could kill both of us. If I do, at least I have a chance to live.
“Great. By the way, my name’s Magda.”
“I’m Sophie…”
Cinda got up and laughed. He was smoldering. Slowly his body seemed to be healing himself. Everything I did to him was just made null and void. I felt cheated! He grabbed both his blades and took a few heavy steps towards us.
“Two girls now, Sophie and Magda. This shall be interesting, don’t you say? Ha! Ha ha! The light of righteousness will guide me to victory!”
Both Magda and I got ready to fight. I already knew that it will be an uphill battle and now it just got worse. I hate my life.
Chapter 2
With a fierce battle cry, Cinda lunged at me. I yelped like a scared puppy and did a quick jump back. He swung the large blade at me like a club. My black eyes widened. All I could do was hide behind my shield. The crash of the blade against my shield reverberated against my entire body.
He swung it again, and again I blocked it. The reverberations felt weird. I knew what he was trying to do: break my shield. Without my shield, I probably wouldn’t be able to even attempt to save my life.
Once more, he swung the sword. I had to do something. What was that thing that you do in fighting games? Parry! I thrust my shield at his blade. It caught it right at the perfect time! I managed to throw him off guard! This was my chance! I swung my blade wildly. I could feel it cut through his flesh. My mouth was open in happiness. I was actually doing it! I could do it! I knew I could!
I heard the clash of metal against metal. My arm wasn’t capable of pushing through anymore. I knew what it had to be. I looked up to see Cinda, with a smug smirk on his face, blocking my assault on him with his katana. My eyes widened in such fear. My confidence was crushed. I was going to die here. I knew it.
“Little girl, I am older than modern civilization. Do you really think a mere child can stop me even with my advanced age?”
I felt weak. He was right. Was I really expecting to win just because Master Horticus gave me these weapons and told me that I could?
“You’re not going to talk are you, Sophie?”
“B-B-But… M-Master H-Horticus!”
In my fear, I could barely get just those words out before Cinda interrupted me. “Master Horticus? Ha! Marcus is just a simple descendant of the Reves Kingdom’s royal family. He may have his magic, but he only learned how to use it through hearsay over the millennia. He’s nothing compared to someone that actually lived in those times!”
With one simple sweep with his katana, he knocked my sword out of my hand. It all happened so quickly that I didn’t even know what happened until after it did. He pushed me to the ground with just the handle of one of his katana.
“You don’t even know what you’re up against. Even with the Royal Weapons, you are nothing but some kid,” he said before smirking. “How do you prefer to die?”
I couldn’t let it end so quickly. I rolled away to my weapon and grabbed it. With one fluid in motion, I got up and cut him with a leaping vertical cut. Somehow I felt the strong urge to kick him. I couldn’t resist and landed as strong as a kick that I could as I fell back to the ground.
He was knocked to the ground with my kick and I landed on my shoulder. I shouldn’t have done that. It hurt much more than it should. I couldn’t just pay attention to this pain like I would at home. If I did that, I would have a lot worse to deal with than some simple pain.
I rolled forward to Cinda and he did the same to me. Our blades met in the middle. It was getting serious. I felt our swords clash with one another multiple times. My shield helped me to block some attacks from him.
This couldn’t be real. I couldn’t actually be fighting to the death against someone, especially not someone older than my religion. This had to be a dream. I was never known for this kind of behavior. I was probably the most passive and the most apologetic person ever. Now I’m actually fighting and hurting this man because I was told to stop him before more innocent lives perish under his blades.
“Give up!” I pleaded. I tried to command all my respect but I still sounded like the meek 18 year old girl that I really am. “You have killed too many innocent people! If you stop now I promise I will not kill you!”
“Why should I listen to a sinner? Those people are sinners themselves. Your whole society has crumbled onto the decadence of sin. You praise the people who have **** with all sorts of people, do all sorts of illegal substances, and get arrested as often as you use the bathroom. You do not care about even the least sinful of you. There are millions of people that you let starve to death just because you don’t want to part with the ability to get the newest biggest ‘must-have’ device. You do not respect life! You respect and desire to emulate the worst of the sinners instead of the pious. You are part of a CULTURE OF SIN! AND! I! MUST! PURGE! THE! SIN!”
With one vicious swing, Cinda knocked me down onto my chest. I didn’t even register that yet. I was stuck on what he said. He was right; our culture was one of sin. We do not deserve what we have. I thought back to everything in my life. We are a terrible civilization. Maybe we deserve what we’re getting. No. We may deserve to be destroyed but not artificially like he’s trying to do. I rather have our civilization crumble under itself than have it destroyed by this man.
I tried to get up, but Cinda stomped on my back until I was on the ground. I didn’t stop trying to get up again, but he applied more pressure with each attempt. He rubbed his heel into my back. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I collapsed and screamed out in pain. He raised his foot and stomped on my back. I was only feeling pain and the only sound I could utter was a scream.
“Now you shall perish. I have another 300 million people in just your country alone. It’ll take a while.”
He stomped on my back once more. He put his foot over my neck and started applying more and more pressure slowly. So this is how I die? Under the heel of an ancient man desiring to destroy my entire society? I couldn’t believe it. I tried to fight it, but he was too strong. I may not be too damaged physically, but I was exhausted from the fight. Aside from the deep gashes I left on his body, he looked like he was still very capable of going on.
I closed my eyes. I accepted my fate. No matter what, I wouldn’t have been able to beat him. I tried my best and I failed miserably. My death was eminent.
Suddenly, I heard some sort of blast. Cinda was thrown off of me and against a wall. What had just happened? How did that happen? Am I dead? Am I dreaming this? Nothing like this would actually happen in real life.
I saw a small hand by my face. My own tiny hand took that hand. I was pulled up by another girl. She seemed to have the same tiny frame as me but that was the only similarity between us. Her blond hair which only went down to her shoulder was nothing like my black hair. Her blue eyes hid behind a pair of brown oval glasses. I didn’t have glasses; my black eyes were exposed to the nature. Her skin seemed to be very slightly tanned; mine was pale and I was covered in freckles.
I stared at my savior. She seemed to have a one handed rifle in her hand. With a simple flick of her wrist, the rifle transformed into a mechanical sword. Who was she? Why did she come here? If she helped me here, she must at least be a friend if that Chinese proverb is right, right?
“Are you ok?” the girl asked.
“I’m in pain.” I told her while picking up my weapons. “I’m in so much pain, and I’m exhausted.”
“Can you fight?”
“Of course…” I didn’t have many options. If I didn’t fight, Cinda could kill both of us. If I do, at least I have a chance to live.
“Great. By the way, my name’s Magda.”
“I’m Sophie…”
Cinda got up and laughed. He was smoldering. Slowly his body seemed to be healing himself. Everything I did to him was just made null and void. I felt cheated! He grabbed both his blades and took a few heavy steps towards us.
“Two girls now, Sophie and Magda. This shall be interesting, don’t you say? Ha! Ha ha! The light of righteousness will guide me to victory!”
Both Magda and I got ready to fight. I already knew that it will be an uphill battle and now it just got worse. I hate my life.
