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Episode 7: Prisoner

Darkwind Keep, Dungeons…

GAVIN TAVISCHOLM sits in a cell on the southern side of the dungeons below Darkwind Keep. The window on the wall just beyond his cell faces the lands of the Frost Giants. The sun, lowering over the Davor Mountains sends a shadow through the bars of his cell over his body. Stripped of his crown, his armor, and his dignity, Gavin was put into an orange jumpsuit with metal bracers around each wrist. Instead of his normal war boots, Gavin now wears flat bottomed, soft soled shoes. He sets his head into his hands and sweat drip from his long string silver hair and brow.

“My men turned on me,” Gavin mutters to himself. “and now I am trapped in this hell hole.”

“Ach, me boyo, do ye not remember ye teachings,” a spirit says with a Scottish-like accent.

“Master, Master Sheratin?”

“Ach, ye actually remember me.”

“I have no key.”

“Boyo, ye’ve lived on this rock too long. Ye have the power to get out on ye own. Ye need no key. Look within.”

Then, the spirit of Gavin’s former master disappears. A determination, a resolves swells to the surface within Gavin.

“He’s right! Time to leave!”

 
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Posted by on December 17, 2012 in Starshot Chronicles, Stories

 

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Episode 6: Starragaar Awakens

Rillon Cottage, Days Later…

STARRAGAAR AWAKENS in the strange bedroom. She clutches her head as she is still in a lot of pain. At first, her vision is blurry. Everything in the strange bedroom is fuzzy. Then, after a few moments, Starragaar’s sight starts to become clearer. At her feet sleeps Sebasti. She screams when she sees the brawker. Sebasti jumps as Vanolin, Tara, and Janeeri enter the room.

“This has got to be a dream or I’m in hell,” Starragaar mutters trying to clear her head and focus on where she is.

“Neither, love,” Janeeri says softly to her. “You crash landed here about a week ago, Starragaar.”

I lost a week?!? She though to herself.

“Your voice,” she says looking up at Janeeri as Sebasti jumps back up on the bed at her feet. “It’s soothing and familiar. You took care of me?”

“That I did.”

“And this is?” she asks as Sebasti comes closer to Starragaar.

“This be Sebasti, my brawker.”

“Brawker?”

“Well, canus doi-tailius, actually. Brawker, for short.” Janeeri replies.

“Someone I know well was here, too. I remember hearing his voice. I believe that he told you my name.” Starragaar says sitting up and petting Sebasti on the top of his head. Sebasti’s two tails wag wildly.

“Ah, that Gavin did, love,” Janeeri tells her. “My name is Janeeri; this is my brother Vanolin, and our friend Tara.”

“So Gavin’s here? Where?”

“Prisoner at Darkwind Keep,” Vanolin states. “I was sent to get help.”

“I believe that I can help,” Starragaar says, then, looks under the covers at herself. “But, um, let me get dressed first.”

Tara, then, turns on the Rillon brothers and shoves them out of the room. “Out with you two. I will help her. It’s a girl thing.”

 
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Posted by on December 10, 2012 in Starshot Chronicles, Stories

 

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Episode 5: Attack in the Night

Rillon Cottage, Days Later…

A few days later, as Janeeri is taking care of the alien pilot, her fever spikes again. Janeeri thought, or hoped, that the fever was breaking. No such luck.

“I wish there was something more I could do for you, love. I only know field medicine. And limited at that.” Janeeri tells the unconscious pilot as he wipes her forehead. He, then, hears a rapping sound at his front door. He leans in a kisses her forehead. “Back in a minute, love.”

He, then, places the rag back on the nightstand and starts to head out of the bedroom. Sebasti lifts his head to see what’s going on.

“Whur?” asks Sebasti.

“Stay here and watch over her.”

“Ruff!” barks Sebasti in agreement as he watches his master head off to the front door form the bedroom.

Janeeri arrives at the front door and opens it. Before him stand two familiar faces, an older gentleman, in silver armor over a blue tunic with a pattern of gold circles connected by gold lines; and a younger knight, in silver armor with three wavy lines upon the shoulder cuffs over a deep blue tunic.

“Gavin! Vanolin! What an unexpected surprise!” he says to his two guests.

“Where is she?!?” gruffly asks the older gentleman, with a gray beard, as he holds a beat up dark gray helmet with two stripes carved into it. The sticker on the front of the helmet is in shambles.

“Sir, I do not know whom you talk about.” Janeeri says confused by his former lord’s question, well, demand.

“I will ask this one more time, Janeeri,” Gavin says flipping the helmet over to the tan furred human, who catches it and looks it over. “Now I know you were there. Don’t deny it. Where is she?”

Janeeri, then, takes a deep breath and sighs heavily. He, then, tosses the helmet onto the nearby couch as he leads them in. “Follow me.”

Vanolin shuts the door after he and Gavin enter the house. Janeeri leads them through the living room and the dining room to the bedroom at the back of the house.

“Lovely home you have here. Built it yourself?”

“Yes, indeed, Gavin. Enjoyed every moment of it.” Janeeri says as they reach the door to the bedroom. “Why is she so important to you?”

“Family friend.”

“Okay. But quietly, she’s sleeping.”

All three enter the room where the alien pilot lays in Janeeri’s bed. The sheets and pillowcases are base light blue with dark blue and brown in a cross linear pattern with squares and rectangles in the pattern as well. The red-headed pilot is moaning and sweating profusely.

“I don’t know what to do. She has a raging fever. I just try to cool her down with a wet rag.”

“Janeeri, you’re doing everything you can,” Gavin tells him. “From what you are telling me, her healing factor seems to be working over time. She’ll heal soon enough, son.”

“You mentioned that she is a family friend?” Vanolin asks with one brow raised.

“Oh yes,” he remarks. “Boys, this is Starragaar Rellagaari of the Royal House of Bengaal.”

“She be a princess?” questions Janeeri.

“Yes. But let’s talk elsewhere as not to disturb her.”

“Agreed.”

 
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Posted by on December 3, 2012 in Starshot Chronicles, Stories

 

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Episode 2: Monsters Galore

Elise’s Apartment on Forseth St near Gorem Drive…

Elise awakens the next morning to her cat licking her freckled face. She lifts the white tabby cat off of her and sets him on the bed. She, then, slides her feet out of the bed into ragged bunny slippers, the cat has been using them as claw sharpeners.

The cat, Spiro, follows Elise, in her white tanks top and green Tinkerbell pajama pants, into the kitchen where she fixes his bowl of soft cat food, Tuna and Seafood flavor. After plopping it into the bowl, she throws the pull top can away. It smells bad to her. Elise, then, places the bowl in its usual place at the foot of the wall by the counter. Spiro begins to eat it right up.

Elise, then, drags herself across the room from the kitchen to the living room where she slumps onto the black leather hand me down couch. She turns on the TV. There is a breaking story on the news.

“Not again,” she mutters to herself as the news story begins.

The reporter, in a blue sport coat with red tie and white button-down shirt, begins with an image of a silhouette of a person with police caution tape in front and a red word missing across the whole graphic.

“Two more people have disappeared overnight from Cyprus Falls. No bodies have been recovered, thus far. The police are baffled by the rash of disappearances within the last week alone. The citizens of Cyprus Falls are warned not to go out alone, if possible.

“Great,” Elise cynically mutters as Spiro jumps in her lap. She begins to stroke the cat as the phone rings. Elise reaches behind her for the phone and cat jumps out of her lap.

“Hello?” she says picking up the phone.

“I’m watching you.” She hears over the phone. “You’ll be safe.”

“Okay…” she awkwardlly responds to the caller. “Who are you?!?”

“You’re guardian angel,” a melodic voice tells her.

“Hey! You’re that guy…” Elise starts to say as the phone goes silent. “So he is not as rude as I thought. But why is he watching out for me?”

 
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Posted by on November 15, 2012 in Southern Hospitality, Stories

 

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Episode 2: Origins Pt 2

Storm City General Midtown Hospital, ICU Room 27…

Michael lies near the brink of death in a hospital bed. He has been unconscious since the paramedics brought him in from Dossier Park, several days ago. His sister, Deborah is worried that he might not make it. Withoutthe doctor’s knowledge, she used her healing powers upon her brother and her best friend.

Michael awakens this early morning as the sun shines in through his window. Tubes go in and out every orafice upon Michael’s body Furthermore, wires connect him to various monitoring devices. Deborah still at his side, barely awake herself, nods to her brother to acknowledge that he is awake.

“Doctors!” Deborah, a petite brunette with chocolate brown eyes, screams from her brother’s room.

A nurse and doctor quickly respondThe tan skinned nurse with dark brown eyes, Lithaela Shivshander, and the tall statuesque blond doctor, Caleb Tudor, enter the room. The doctor begins taking Michael’s vitals as some of the tubes are now removed.

Michael gags as they remove the breathing tube, they used to intebate him, from his throat. After it is completely removed he coughs.

“Debbie…” he barely says.

“Hold on there, Mr. Reynolds,” Dr. Tudor says to his patient, who is looking up at him with a little disdain. “Your throat is going to hurt for a few hours. Limit your talking. Let it rest.”

With a grimmace, Michael nods in agreement. He rubs his throat as Dr. Tudor writes down the vitals in his chart.

“Outside of that, you’re vitals are good.” Caleb says looking over the chart. “We’re gonna keep you here for another day or two for observation. then you’ll be able to go home, Mr. Reynolds.”

 
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Posted by on November 13, 2012 in Stealth, Stories

 

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Episode 2: A New Arrival

Rillon Cottage at the Edge of Valendale Woods near Parrenthia…

JANEERI, a man with jet black spiky hair, tan fur with brown spots; works in his garden just on the outskirts of Parrenthia near the famed Valendale Woods. His brawker, a two-tailed canine, with short white fur and black spots; named Sebasti, lays under a nearby tree as Janeeri tills the ground getting ready to lay the next harvest’s crop.

Suddenly, his ears perk up as he hears a sonic boom from a distance far away. Janeeri’s head turns in the direction of the sonic boom. Sebasti’s head, also, perks up looking inquisitively at his master.

“Whur?” Sebasti says.

“Don’t know, Sebasti,” Janeeri says tossing down his tiller. “Let’s go check it out.”

Quickly, Sebasti jumps to all fours and the two begin sprinting through the woods. Janeeri knows they are getting closer due to the smell of the burning fuselage and the sound of the roaring fire.

The fire grows more intense as they close in on the crash site on the opposite side of the woods from Janeeri’s little cottage. Then, Janeeri and Sebasti stop in the bushes as they see the wreckage.

“What is that?” A confused Janeeri remarks. What he sees is a starfighter buried, partially, in the dirt as the fuselage of the wings burn and the plasmadrive to the right of the cockpit leaks near the kindling of part of the burning wing. “Is that a … metal bird?”

As Janeeri says this, the shattered cockpit opens only to have the glass completely break apart from the starship. From the starship, emerges a pilot who stumbles and falls onto the ground. The pilot, whose orange furred and black striped tail swishes back and forth, picks herself up off the ground and continues away from the ship. She is grabbing her right side with her left arm while her right arm in hanging limp. The pilot moans due the pain as she continues on.

Janeeri and Sebasti emerge from the bushes to go help the pilot, when a bright light comes before them forcing Janeeri to block his eyes with his arms. This light goes straight up into the air and out. the concussive force from the light sends the farmer and his brawker reeling into a large tree knocking the wind out of each of them. At the same time, the pilot is lifted into the air with her back being fried in the process. As the explosion of the starfighter subsides, she lands hard upon her face and bounces.

Janeeri, seeing the pilot injured, reaches for her, but quickly removes his hand as the pilot’s ancient katana-like blade, the tig-do-ra blade, which is melted and mutilated lands near her head where his hand previously was. Afterwards, Janeeri, still catching his breath, manages to crawl over to the pilot. Once there, he rolls her over to see how injured she is. The pilot’s helmet rolls off revealing a bruised female with red hair, orange fur with black stripes, and pointy ears. She stills continues to moan in pain.

“An alien female were-cat?!?” Janneri mutters aloud as he strains to stand up. He can feel the bruised ribs as he tries to breath normally. Then, Janeeri tries to lift the pilot off the ground as her body still is smoking from the explosion. Janeeri can smell the burnt fur and singed flesh.

“Whoa.” he remarks as he strains to lift the five foot four inch frame of the pilot. Then, he regains his composure and throws the pilot over his shoulder. “Uh, man, you’re heavier than I thought.”

Janeeri, then, whistles for Sebasti who comes to his master limping. The brawker looks up at his master with sad eyes. He is carrying the mangled blade in his mouth.

“We’ll get you checked out shortly. Come on, boy.” Janeeri tells the brawker at his feet.

Quickly, the two make their way through the woods over to Janeeri’s cottage. Once at the deep red wood cottage with front porch, Janeeri opens the front door and enters. He, then, moves through the quaint living room carrying the alien pilot. Then, he goes past the dining room into the master bedroom, where he sits her down upon the bed.

 
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Posted by on November 12, 2012 in Starshot Chronicles, Stories

 

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Episode 1: A New Life

IT WAS LATE on a dark dreary night at St. Joseph’s Sanitarium just on the outskirts of Isis Hills. A young woman of twenty-two years was having trouble sleeping that night, just like every night. The drugs given to her by the doctors on manage to dull the headaches momentarily. Each night as she tries to go to sleep, it is as though the voices continue to get louder every night. On this particular night, the voices in her head are driving her completely insane. Kayla bites her nails and sweats profusely as she tries to fight the voices in her head. They don’t go away. Continually she mutters to herself for the voices to go away. The voices still won’t go away. She is becoming more frazzled by the moment. Kayla, then, screams rather loudly. Orderlies rush into her room.

“Stay away,” screams the frazzled young woman at the orderlies.

“Now calm down, Ms. Sanders,” the tall bulky dark skinned orderly tells Kayla as she stands upon her bed. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Get away,” she screams and pleads angrily as the orderlies come closer. Kayla feels energy swelling within her.

“Now, now, Kayla, just relax,” Felix, the younger red headed orderly tells her calmly as he holds a syringe in his right hand. “This won’t hurt a bit.”

“I said, get away from me!” She shouts at the orderlies as a shock wave of energy comes from Kayla sending them back into the wall next to the door.

Kayla is seething with anger now. Jumping out of bed, she rushes over to the unconscious orderlies and grabs one of their key rings. She, then, rushes out of her room headed for the nearest exit. Suddenly, Kayla falls to her knees crippled by the pain of the sheer amount of voices in her head. She grabs her head with her hands. Kayla, then, screams.

Quickly, she gets back to her feet and tries to push on through the sheer amount of pain. Kayla manages to stumble through the labyrinth of hallways which comprise the sanitarium. A look of madness over comes her as she falls to her knees once again. The pain has increased.

“Stop! Leave me alone!” Kayla screams at the top of her lungs.

A shockwave of energy is sent throughout the sanitarium. Everyone stops dead in their tracks and begins to go into a zombie-like state. Quickly, she picks up the ring of keys she recently dropped. Kayla, then, manages to make her way out of the sanitarium.

 
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Posted by on November 9, 2012 in Mind Games, Stories

 

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