I gripped my Doombringer, the black blade glinting with the shine of the buffys surrounding me. Their white eyes shining beneth the jester-like hat, grinning, waiting for me to let down my guard, so they could smack me down with magic. I tensed, one coming forward from the pack, preparing to perform the pink spell, when-
A roaring wind it seemed, shot across the platform I crouched on, sweeping away the Buffys, across, down down down, and out of sight. I snarled, as then it was obvious one of the darker chracters of the world had just taken control of my area. Spitting away some of the saliva that had gathered, my boots guided me to the edge of the green platform. It was a long, long way down, but if I was able to see the name of the person, I could report them to the local administrator, who sat near the skin salon.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed my feet out from the ledge, propelling myself near the opposite wall. The blocks and cogs of Ludibrium rushed upwards at speeds too fast for my mind to currently think about, and all the time the bottom becoming clearer. I realized I was falling too fast, so swinging my trusty sword in mid air, I was able to jam it in a crack to come to a violent halt, mere feet above the ground.
THERE! The Buffys that once leered at me were smushed flat into a corner, and a dark figure near them was casting forks of lightning to fry them. He saw some of the buffys twitch, and immideatly turned his head to face me. The mage grinned, waved his hand, and spun, his cape masking everything, until he had teleported back to town. Cursing, the jester monsters had been released from the power that held them, and taking revenge, were floating towards me. ‘Too many’, I thought, and immitated the mage, scrolling back to the safety of Ludibrium.
After the soft glow of the ClockTower’s danker areas, the clear blue of outside was blinding me. Blinking, I shuffled into the noisy potion manufacturer’s shop, and sat down alone behind a machine. Sighing miserably at my failure to help rid the world of a new blight, I wondered, how much more could the people stand of hacking?
Lost in thoughts for, well, I could’t say how long really, I was snapped out of musings by a voice calling my name.
“Lamiah! Hellooooo, Lamiah? Are you in here?”
I grinned, knowing the piping voice of my friend from anywhere. Standing up, I gripped a bar from behind a machine, and swung around it. Well, that’s what I had planned to do, but I tripped on a loose cog, and fell face first in front of my friend. Whoops. read more