“You, you incredible imbecile, broke into Mod Tower! And stole the Soulbinder, no less!” He shouted. “It’s all over the news! You were arrested! You mouse-brain!” “Yeah, and now I’m not arrested.” I smirked. “Listen, I’m tired. Can we please talk about this tomorrow?” I left without waiting for his answer (I did hear more screeching though) and walked into my bedroom and I flopped down on my bed, trying to get some sleep and forget about that day. And the fact that I was no longer safe in Eternal City. * * *
Yay! We've finally gotten through the first chapter. xD But yeah, that took longer than I intended.
About half way between my apartment and the Mod Tower, I ducked down the alley Eli and I’d met at earlier. I walked over to the brick wall at the end and wiggled a specific purplish brick until it came out. In the large space within, was the Soulbinder. I pulled it out and noticed that the blade was no longer glowing blue but now the same light gray color as the hilt. “That’s weird.” I murmured and willed the blue blade to turn on. Before my eyes, much to my disbelief, a near-transparent blue blade appeared over the duller gray one. OK, so apparently, in addition to telekinesis, I can also turn the sword’s blade on and off, like a lightsaber, but with my mind. I was too tired to care at the moment, so I turned the blade back off and headed home. Once I arrived it was nearly one in the the morning. I couldn’t walk through the front doors, I don’t know if the mods alerted the whole city of my crimes so I walked around the side of the building and pulled my other hover-board out of the bushes. I jumped on and it took me up, up up to my balcony. I climbed over the rail and turned the board off. I was exhausted and bewildered and pretty sure I was going insane, considering my Magic Blue Arm. I walked into my living room, turning the light on, and set the sword on the couch, under a blanket. “NeeeKOOOOO!!” A voice yowled. My white-and-gray cat bounded toward me. He was small and had short pale fur and bright yellow-green eyes. For a cat his size, he had a lot of opinions and even more attitude. “Hi, buddy, sorry, I forgot to tell you I left--” I began. “You idiot!” He screeched, jumping up into the half-wall that divided the kitchen and living room so he stood eye-to-eye with me. “What were you thinking!” He smacked me across the face with his paw (not his claws), twice! “Humans are stupid but you, kid, you give stupid a whole new meaning!” I suppressed a smirk and folded my arms defensively. “What? What did I do?” Just how much did my seemingly-innocent floof boi know?
Oh my goodness, Grumpy Frost is my new favorite character.
Yay! Grumpyfrost is my favorite character to write in LoE. xD
About half way between my apartment and the Mod Tower, I ducked down the alley Eli and I’d met at earlier. I walked over to the brick wall at the end and wiggled a specific purplish brick until it came out. In the large space within, was the Soulbinder. I pulled it out and noticed that the blade was no longer glowing blue but now the same light gray color as the hilt. “That’s weird.” I murmured and willed the blue blade to turn on. Before my eyes, much to my disbelief, a near-transparent blue blade appeared over the duller gray one. OK, so apparently, in addition to telekinesis, I can also turn the sword’s blade on and off, like a lightsaber, but with my mind. I was too tired to care at the moment, so I turned the blade back off and headed home. Once I arrived it was nearly one in the the morning. I couldn’t walk through the front doors, I don’t know if the mods alerted the whole city of my crimes so I walked around the side of the building and pulled my other hover-board out of the bushes. I jumped on and it took me up, up up to my balcony. I climbed over the rail and turned the board off. I was exhausted and bewildered and pretty sure I was going insane, considering my Magic Blue Arm. I walked into my living room, turning the light on, and set the sword on the couch, under a blanket. “NeeeKOOOOO!!” A voice yowled. My white-and-gray cat bounded toward me. He was small and had short pale fur and bright yellow-green eyes. For a cat his size, he had a lot of opinions and even more attitude. “Hi, buddy, sorry, I forgot to tell you I left--” I began. “You idiot!” He screeched, jumping up into the half-wall that divided the kitchen and living room so he stood eye-to-eye with me. “What were you thinking!” He smacked me across the face with his paw (not his claws), twice! “Humans are stupid but you, kid, you give stupid a whole new meaning!” I suppressed a smirk and folded my arms defensively. “What? What did I do?” Just how much did my seemingly-innocent floof boi know?
Oh my goodness, Grumpy Frost is my new favorite character.
“You, you incredible imbecile, broke into Mod Tower! And stole the Soulbinder, no less!” He shouted. “It’s all over the news! You were arrested! You mouse-brain!” “Yeah, and now I’m not arrested.” I smirked. “Listen, I’m tired. Can we please talk about this tomorrow?” I left without waiting for his answer (I did hear more screeching though) and walked into my bedroom and I flopped down on my bed, trying to get some sleep and forget about that day. And the fact that I was no longer safe in Eternal City. * * *
Yay! We've finally gotten through the first chapter. xD But yeah, that took longer than I intended.
The next day, I was awoken by the sound of a loud banging sound and shouting. I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed. I took a moment to rebraid my hair and then left my bedroom to see what was going on. Frost was sitting on the blanket-covered sword and he gestured to the door when I entered the living room. Bright sunlight streamed into the room through the windows and a few songbirds chirped cheerily outside. The clock hanging in the living room read 1:34. “Holy bricks!” I cried. “The day’s half way over!” I took a moment to inwardly panic about the loss of daytime and then glanced at Frost, who watched in sarcastic amusement. “What’s the situation?” “Mods. They just got here.” He told me dryly. “And for the record, don’t think I’ve forgotten about your idiocy. We are talking about it so that I can properly yell at you.” I sighed and walked over to the door, and opened it. Outside, there were two mods. Strangely, they weren’t mod enforcers, carrying ECPD badges and ban hammers, they were mod officials. They were not the type of mods you want to mess with. I recognised one of them as kingwja and the other one was @samuelmorse- brown. Both dressed in black suits and carried briefcases and looked every bit Mod official. “How may I help you?” I asked politely. “Ma’am, we would like you to come with us to the Mod Tower.” King told me. “Alright.” I bristled and looked around for the nearest means of escape. They noticed apparently. “You are not under arrest, ma’am, this is simply protocol. The Eternal City Administration and Staff would like to have a word with you.” King explained. “It is requested that you bring the Soulbinder with you, and your room mate.” “My what?” I asked, genuinely confused. “Your cat.” Sam clarified dryly. “Oh.” I answered and smirked slightly. “Just a moment please, I’ll get the sword and the cat.” “Take all the time you need.” King nodded as I left. Frost was waiting in the living room, still perched atop the blanketed sword. “Frost, you--” I began.
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He twitched his whiskers, “I heard.” Frost muttered dryly. “So you have to go with those suit-wearing chickens to talk to the Eternal City Staff?” “Yes,” I nodded, ignoring his irritation. Frost gave a dramatic sigh and jumped up onto my shoulder, flicking his tail in frustration. I unwrapped the sword, slipped it into its elaborate leather sheath and slung it over my shoulder. I went back to the door where the two Mods were waiting. “I have the cat, and the sword, let’s go.” I grumbled. “I resent that.” Frost retorted. “Maybe I actually have you.” “Indeed.” King nodded to me, ignoring Frost. I followed the two Mods down the endless stairs to the lobby. I could see their car (a black limousine, for the record) outside through the wide glass doors. I wasn’t sure they were serious--about not getting arrested--considering that I’d stolen a national treasure, broke into the Mod Tower and stuff, but I didn’t have much choice so I followed. It was funny, though; Frost was meowing insults at the two Mods, in Felinese of course. He’d taught me a bit of his first language and recognised some of the insults, like ‘mouse-brain’, ‘ork-breath’, ‘kittypet’ and ‘chicken-toed camel-face’. “Ma’am, would you mind explaining why your accomplice is yowling if he’s as sentient as you and I?” King asked. “Ehm, yeah, ‘bout that…” I began, casting a dark look and Frost, “He’s just lecturing me on why I shouldn’t have stolen the sword.” “In Felinese?” He asked, arching en eyebrow. I shrugged, failing to suppress a smirk, “Didn’t want to draw attention to himself, I guess.” As we left the apartment building and stepped into the unfortunately bright sunlight, King added, “Tell him to stop, please, it’s getting on my nerves.” “Alright,” I said and gave Frost a look which told him to knock it off. Frost hissed quietly at the Mods then said no more.
One of the Mods opened the limo’s door and gestured in. I climbed in and pointedly sat as far from them as I could, setting the sword on the seat beside me. The limo was plain on the inside, nothing elaborate just a good many seats along the walls. It was mostly pale gray and decorated here and there with the Mods’ color scheme of blue and orange. I remained silent on the very short drive to Mod Tower. It took barely ten minutes before the circular driveway came into view and the tower at the center. The mods stepped out of the limo and motioned for me to follow. I nodded and did so, after slinging the sheathed sword across my shoulder. “Come on, Frost,” I murmured and he bounded out of the vehicle, up on to my shoulder. We walked through the sliding glass doors of the Mod Tower and into the elevator directly to the left. Sam typed a code into the keypad, obscuring my view of it with his other hand, and then pressed enter and the elevator smoothly began its ascent. “Right this way, ma’am,” King said when the elevator came to a stop and walked walked out. He gestured to the door at the end of the hall. I nodded silently, keeping a defiant attitude and my head high. I followed the mods into the room at the end of the hall. The room we stepped into was rectangular and the walls massive glass panels. In the center of the room, a long table lined with chairs. In the chairs, set every Mod on the staff. All the leaders of Eternal City. And all of them were staring directly at me, with looks of anger, disgust, disappointment and judgement. I inhaled sharply at the sight and I could here a slight squeak from Frost. “Take a seat here, please.” Sam told me, gesturing to the chair at one end of the table, across from Quark. Then he and King took their seats near Quark on the far side of the table.
Quark spoke first. “Nekare Paintbrush, we have called this meeting of the Eternal City leaders and moderators to address a serious issue. A crisis even. Breaking into Mod Tower is not necessarily a serious crime on its own. Theft, however, of a national treasure and federal property is a major felony. Despite your young age, you could easily be sentenced a long period of time in prison or a rehabilitation center. Do you understand this?” I raised my chin and replied in a lower, authoritative tone, “Yes, I do.” “Then you also understand that you have earned yourself this sort of consequence in violating such strict codes?” She went on. “Perfectly so.” I nodded “Listen to me, Miss Paintbrush, don’t do this with your life. You are young and have a bright future, don’t throw that all away--” I sighed inwardly. I knew I was going to get a harsh sentence and I knew what I was about to do wouldn’t help, but being spoken to like a three-year old child? Yeah, that had to stop. So I interrupted. “I don’t care.” I said, loud enough to be heard over her. Anger flared in Quark’s eyes at my defiance. “Excuse me?” “I. Don’t. Care.” I spat. “I need this sword to accomplish something and accomplish it I will, whether you try to stop me or not.” I yanked the glove off my hand and held it up. “I have abilities this world has never even seen and I’ll not let you or your pathetic enforcers stop me.” Gasps rang out at the sight of my glowing blue hand from everyone in the room. Everyone except for Quark. She watched me silently, a satisfied smirk on her face. “Your arrogance will betray you, young Soulbound.” She said in an even tone. “It is not punishment I have brought you here for, but a proposition.”
“Before Helios passed away, he told me his most guarded secret.” She began, “That sword is a key. Its place in the center of the Mod Tower was a lock. So long as lock and key were joined, the leader of the Dark Mods who destroyed Ancient Elembia would remain forever locked away in a secret location not even I know. It was a part of a last hope for the Elembians; if all else failed, they could lock away the Dark Lord of the Mods. When you removed the Soulbinder, Legacy of Lost Heroes, from its ‘lock’, you awakened this menace.” She paused and gave me a determined glare. “Since you took the sword, you are the only one who can use it. You are the Soulbound and you will carry on the legacy of long, lost heroes. If you can reset the ‘lock’ by activating the four terminals in the four regions of the Known Lands, you will be able to unlock the ancient power Helios left us with. In doing so, you will right your wrong and recapture the Lord of the Dark Mods.” She sighed. “Do you except my proposition?” I listened carefully and thought about it for a few moments. Who am kidding, I enthusiastically said, “Brick yes,” Then considered it for a moment after agreeing stupidly. “I can bring Frost, right? And I’ll get a team and supplies and stuff, yes?” “Indeed,” Quark nodded, “We will send volunteers with you and supply food, apparatus and weaponry of any kind.” “So I get to keep the sword?” I asked, a bit too eagerly. Quark exhaled a hissing sigh, frustrated that THAT was my response. “Yes. You get to keep the sword.” “Who’s my team?” “That has yet to be decided. We have called a citywide conference at the city hall later today, about an hour from now.” answered the administrator. “We’re explain the situation and then ask for volunteers. I assume there will be more than twelve volunteers in a city this large, but we will choose the twelve most fit for the mission.” “When do we leave?” Frost asked, raising the whiskers above his eyes in curiosity.
“Tomorrow morning.” Quark replied. “In the meantime, Nekare--” “Neko, please.” I said quickly. “Right. Neko, you may want to get ready for the assemblage,” She said in a lighter tone. “Yeah,” I nodded, “You’re right.”
* * * About forty-five minutes late, I’d eater a proper breakfast, showered and changed out of my wrinkled T-shirt and jeans into something more suitable. “All ready, Frost?” I asked. “Yep.” He meowed, “Are you?” “Just about,” I nodded. I grabbed the Soulbinder from the couch and slung the sheath’s strap over my shoulder. Wearing the sheathed sword like a backpack was much lighter than I’d expected and I wondered what the sword was made of. “Great, let’s go.” He insisted, bounding to the front door. “I’m coming, don’t get your tail in a twist,” I murmured, pulling on a pair of boots. “Well, ‘come’ faster!” Frost retorted. He and I left my apartment and took the elevator down to the first floor. I saw hardly anyone, not even the workers who were often in the lobby. “I hope we aren’t late,” I said quietly, looking at my watch. We exited the building and I hurried around to the back of the apartment, to its parking lot, and quickly found my hover-bike. The bike began to hum as I hopped on and started it up. I typed in the coordinates on the holo-screen and the bike shifted smoothly into motion. Adjusting the bike to the speed-limit, I held on and tried to enjoy the ride. After about twenty minutes, I was parked into front of Eternal City Hall, the second largest building in the city. It was an elegant building of an older, Victorian style and built of a pale, marble-like stone. I was only one of many people flooding through the massive double doors into the cavernous room beyond. The room was filled by four parallel columns of pews in countless rows. At the back of the room was a dais and podium and such as it generally served as a city hall. I had never seen so many people in my life. It was packed, with almost every pew completely full.
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That's gross. xD