The Forge - 2 - Gawain's GiftThe Forge.Gawain’s Gift.Gawain slept silently, nestled in amongst the nest of blankets inside his crib.The early morning rays of the sun had started to make their way into the buildings of the hidden away town, waking the residents of every home slowly.The market square was already busy with early-risers and people manning stalls to sell their wares and services to others; a few main shops were also open earlier than usual. It seemed to be a good day for business in the town today.Miss Airea awoke, then moved towards the crib immediately.“Gawain? Gawain, Wake up.”Gawain stretched out slowly, yawning silently.“Wake up, it's time to get your gift and have breakfast...”Gawain crawled out from the nest of blankets and slowly stood up, looking up at Miss Airea.Miss Airea smiled down at the little half-Draconic child that now started rubbing his sleepy eyes."Good morning Miss Airea. What's going to happen today...?""Well it’s time for breakfast
The Forge - Start of a lifeThe Forge.The Start of a Life.A bridge, the starting point of our story, was bathed in the fading rays of sunset, whilst the sky was a deep crimson in the fading hours of the day.A lone soul was sitting on the rails of the bridge, staring out into the coming darkness of night.A sound alerted him, so he spun around on the rails. But nothing was there on either side of the bridge.As he did another spin to watch the remaining sunset, the scales on his arm shimmered slightly in the remaining light."Another silent night..." His voice echoed slightly, only small and feeble.Once the sun had completed its transition from day to night, the young being hopped off the rails; he stood just below the railing on the bridge."I should head back to the orphanage..."He turned and started heading down the old, cracked, and damaged stone pathway.Down the path, through the cold of the settling darkness, the Metalsmith was visible. It was an old wood and stone structure with smoggy windows that ha
TGU Chapter 13-2The Ghost Unit.Chapter Thirteen Two. Fortune was falling through the atmosphere, in a slowly breaking drop-pod. Something sent it off course, and Fortune was considering his limited options."Opea... I want you to break open the drop-pod, like you would when it`s embedded in the ground.""Burst open? That isn't safe at this height, Fortune. The Debris could land on someone below.""Who would be below us? We're literally over the middle of nowhere." Fortune hastily, and bluntly, snapped.".... Right, then. Bursting pod."It took a few moments before three pops could be heard. They were detonation pins. A few moments later, and a loud bang was heard, sending four cracks down the sides of the pod, each follow the weaker metal and causing more fractures in the metal as they went further down the pod.After that, the pod fell apart, leaving Fortune free-falling without the confines of the pod."So much better. Remind me to never get into a Drop-pod again.""Right. Now, About not fa
TGU Chapter ThirteenThe Ghost UnitChapter ThirteenWrong Landing. Fortune had entered a special pod made for launching "Drop Pods" in-atmosphere, and he was awaiting the launch. The sound of machinery beneath the Drop Pod whirred to life, an incredible ring of light before he could feel heat through the thermal walls in the pod."Jeez, It's getting hot in here!" Fortune growled through the radio."Well, Sorry. It`s not being launched from Atmosphere, so it doesn't have the Vacuum that cools it instantly!""I`m not complaining, just saying!"The whirl of a turbine in the Drop Pod signalled it`s coming to life."Entering Coordinates for drop." Opea spoke through the helmets in-built speakers."HURRY UP AND LAUNCH THE DAMNED THING!""One moment!" The technician spoke as he entered the Coords himself.The sound of something being detonated underneath the pod was heard, then pressure started building around and beneath the pod."Readying pressure launch..."Fortune gave a quiet, but audible, growl. H
Little Scales Part V!Little ScalesPart VThe Moonlit Glade. Scales was still unconscious, as the night settled over the glade. Operia had faded, but as she did, a small "band" of crystal had formed around the ankle of Scales' right fore-paw. The Glade was bathed in a subtle moonlight, the sounds of the late-night forest filled the air, whilst Scales lay curled up in the dirt."Wake up little one..."A silent whimper left Scales as he slowly rose, a chill was in the air, a light fog limited Scales currently short vision."Good boy, Scales. Now go deeper into the forest. You'll be much, much safer there..."The forest floor was cold and damp, and as Scales got to his feet, he moved his paws slightly. He didn't like the cold. "You`ll be safer there, in the deeper Glades." Scales started taking little, clumsy steps, heading in the direction he thought was the "Deeper Glades". "Turn around. It's the other direction." He slowly turned, trying not to slip and fall. Scales
OverFlowOverFlowBy Ace...Emotions are like an unending current which we all struggle against.But sometimes, we dam them up, and hide them behind a fake smile.A small defence, that never seems to fail.But, On occasion.Everything floods through, the rising torrent bashing against our control.We lose to this, for it is inevitable.No matter how long it may take.Even if we throw up walls, and steel ourselves.We all succumb to the OverFlow.