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There is some shuffling, then more silence.
“Brek, what—?”
The door bursts open.
The door splintered and six soldiers in all black invaded the room.
“Aha” one of them says. “You’re coming with us now”.
Before he could come any closer Brek spins around and grabs a slender titanium dagger from the shelf above me.
I quickly close my eyes, remembering his comment that they might think me dead, and tried to relax my body.
I hear a gasp and a thud. Some of the other soldiers make exclamations in a foreign language. I also hear a fizzing sound, which I don’t recognize. Some more thudding and yelling. Then a scuffle. I hear a bone snap, a grunt, and a thud.
More shuffling. Silence.
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if anyone has any thoughts on what could happen next, even if it is just a sentence, please add your piece, (WE NEED HELP)
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Boom! Something thunders and shakes the room.
Brek twists his body around, his back now to me.
“What’s going on?” I demand, trying to get a better view around his body.
“Be still. Maybe they’ll think you’re dead,” he muttered, clutching the bag closer to himself.
Silence.
Brek slowly reaches his hand to the side of his leg, pulling a slightly rectangular object from the pouch. It fits neatly in his hand. He quietly opens a compartment in the wall near my head. He pulls out a white blanket, neatly folded, and quickly flicking his hand so it expands and covers my entire body. I hear him open another compartment. There is some shuffling, then more silence.
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A piece of the wall disappears and the stranger that spoke into the black box walks through the rectangular hole. My growing panic eases slightly.
But as I look at the man I see a sack, my sack, in his hand. The panic returns, and with it comes the realization that nothing looks familiar. Even the bed I was strapped to was strange.
“Where did you get that? How? What’s going on? Who are you? Where is Fren and Akira?”
“Woah, woah, slow down,” the man says, as he strides over to me. I glare at him.
“My name is Brek. This bag carries machine that, although it looks like a glowing rock, it is incredibly dangerous.” Brek pauses. “As for your friends, they are individually separated into rooms such as yours…” Boom! Something thunders and shakes the room.
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@kaymart I shall join the rest of the fellow Keepers/Kapeefers in welcoming you to this glorious community in the shining realm of the Kingdom of Pen!
Don’t stop writing! Even if it is slow going 🙂 I am a new writer so I don’t know much, but I do know that it’s never a good idea to never write again *wonders why I typed so many ‘never’s*
I am an artist too *high fives* Although I’ve never done cover art before *ponders* Do you do cover art for your own stories or for other’s books/stories….?
Where did you live before French Canada? Is it cold up there? At least, colder than Michigan? *grins sheepishly* Cold is a relative term in Michigan
Do you like feathers?
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@clairec I’ll give it a shot too.
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@dragon-snapper *helps you up* *pins up your black evil-overlord cape*
@warrenluther04 great stories! *whispers* I have theories about the Voice *muahaha* I really like the idea that everyone in the Kingdom of Pen is their profile picture. Hmmm… In that case, I would be a snowflake or a flower. Perhaps I should change my picture…
@catwing can’t wait to see that cover art 🙂
@supermonkey42 I love your R3 picture! I didn’t even know those things existed! *runs in a circle squealing* *sits back down* Ok I’m good. But seriously R3 is so cool!Reader, Writer, Arter (oops I mean Artist)
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Akira and I look at each other in confusion. What is a machine? The men watch us for a moment, glancing at the sack in my hand, then the other one speaks into a small black box, “Gintley, beam all five of us up there. These are the people we’ve been looking for.”
A light flashes around the five of us, and I feel tingly all over my body. The next thing I know, I am in an empty white room, thoroughly confused.
“Akira! Fren! What’s going on? Where are you?”
A piece of the wall disappears and the stranger that spoke into the black box walks through the rectangular hole. My growing panic eases slightly.
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@ariel-ashira @rochellaine Thanks/your welcome 🙂 Now, how to finish the story? Hmm…
Akira and I look at each other in confusion. What is a machine? The men watch us for a moment, glancing at the sack in my hand, then the other one speaks into a small black box, “Gintley, beam all five of us up there. These are the people we’ve been looking for.”
A light flashes around the five of us, and I feel tingly all over my body. The next thing I know, I am in an empty white room, thoroughly confused.
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@ariel-ashira @rochellaine what if we did both?
I close the sack and we begin making our way back up the ravine wall.
We both freeze as we hear above us the same crackling footsteps that haunted us on our way here above us in the blackness. I lose my foothold on a rock and I slide to another just as it goes tumbling down the Ravine wall and lands with a thud at the bottom.
We both hang there on the side of the Ravine, stiff with terror. The enemy heard the rock fall and we can hear their shouts and see their torches approaching. Akila grabs my hand and hoists me to the next ledge. “Hurry!” she hisses.
The enemy reaches the bottom of the wall and with triumphant yells begin climbing after us. My side is sending shooting pains through me again.
Then above us we hear a whispering voice. “Grab my hand! Ill pull you up.” Fren!
He pulls us up and we begin running.
“Fren! What are you doing here?” I pant.
He grimaces. “I-”
Suddenly, a flash of light appears and two men stand beside us. We jump back and prepare to fight, and they look at us warily. “Give us the machine,” one of them says.
Akira and I look at each other in confusion. What is a machine? The men watch us for a moment, glancing at the sack in my hand, then the other one speaks into a small black box, “Gintley, beam all five of us up there. These are the people we’ve been looking for.”
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“Here,” I whisper, “its behind this pile of stones in a sack.”
Akira nods and we start loosening the rocks sealing the stone’s hiding place. As the enemy creeps steadily closer, we finally break through the barrier. I grab the sack and peek inside to affirm it is still safe. The stone, no larger than my palm, glows a soft grey. I close the sack and we begin making our way back up the ravine wall.
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@ingridrd I did right away. I don’t know how you did it, but I think you made him sound like a guy right off the bat very well 🙂
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@catwing Thanks, that makes sense
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@catwing I see.
I have a question. What is the difference between a Keeper and a Kapeefer? I thought they were the same thing but I am reading What Stan and I did on Christmas and Sam implies there is a difference.
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@catwing Hah! Great evil overlord entrance!
What did Graenw’s name turn into?
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@notawriter Sweet!
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