Chapter 22
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In a dark castle, a woman was sitting on a black throne.
Her black hairs were long enough to touch its seat.
She was around forty years old, dressed in black.
On her legs was a boy. She was caressing is hairs
The boy had a huge broadsword still dripping of blood in his right hand.
The woman said:
-Boring… This toy is boring.
After a while, she added:
-Kill yourself.
Without a word or hesitation, the boy raised his sword and silently cut his own throat.
The woman threw his body aside.
-I need a new toy. A great new toy!
[…]
A boy was entering the adventurer's guild.
He registered the day before, and was going to take his first mission.
As a newbie, he didn't have a big range of possibilities as for what mission to take: newbies were prohibited from taking most missions, and, anyway, most were too dangerous for him. He didn't have any equipment, if not for his sword.
He had to take with reluctance a simple mission: fetching mushrooms.
This was the sad reality of the guild.
Newbies came with dreams of adventure and great fight, but ninety-nine percent of them just gave up in less than a year because of the harsh reality: you needed to prove yourself to get a higher rank in the guild, but for that, you needed better quests, but for that you needed to prove yourself. An circle that could sometimes force some people to collect mushroom until the end of their life for a living, hoping for a promotion that never came.
The boy went to collect mushroom, his head still filled with dreams of grandeur, thinking this situation wouldn't last long.
And it indeed didn't. Not even a day.
Her hairs are black like the feathers of a raven…
Just as he thought this, he was hit by a spell.
Before falling unconscious, he heard:
-You'll be my new toy! A little, obedient toy!
He lost his consciousness.
[…]
Watching the boy unconscious, the woman cast a spell.
[…]
The boy woke up.
He was in some kind of arena.
It reminded him of the coliseum he once heard about.
In front of him was a giant praying mantis.
It got slowly closer to him.
He heard a voice in his mind.
-Step aside.
It was…
The boy recognized the voice of the woman who captured him.
He decided to not move, and stay where he is.
'This praying mantis certainly only attacks if you move, it's a trap'
He thought.
By the time he had the time to process it, he felt a sudden pain at the place his heart was.
He looked down and saw a hole where his heart should be.
He feebly swallowed his saliva while his vision became dark.
[...]
The boy woke up.
He was again in that arena.
In front of him was a minotaur.
-Get down.
This time, the order was said quickly after him waking up, as the minotaur rushed at him.
'I won't fall into your trap!'
He thought as he stepped aside.
The minotaur did a sweep with his war hammer.
The boy was cut in two.
He fell once again unconscious.
[...]
The boy woke up.
This time, in front of him was a bear.
-Throw sand on its eyes then move on the left.
Too occupied remembering the pain of being cut into two to notice the bear or listen to the voice, he was eaten alive.
[…]
He died close to a hundred times.
Even if she caused his actual situation… even if it was probably a trap… there was no harm in listening to her, no?
'I won't suffer anymore if I listen to her'
This was the only thought left in his mind as he took a decision.
[…]
It had been several years he was in the arena… At least, it was so for his mind. In fact, the woman cast the spell only a couple of hours ago.
When she let him out, his eyes were to her liking.
Dull and lifeless, two qualities she loved to see on her toys.
Like a puppet without master, he wasn't moving.
It seems like his education bore fruits, he was now perfectly obedient!
She takes the tone of an adult talking to a child:
-You see, there's that annoying noble family who keep attacking my castle every ten years or so. They say "that's our family's castle since our first ancestor" and all kind of things.
She takes a pause.
-That's really annoying, so…
Her voice change from gentle to murderous.
-Eliminate them.
[…]
He was in the closer city from the castle, where the noble family lived.
It just happened to be the city he came from, so she had to disguise his face a bit, even if he kept his adventurer's badge.
As usual, the voice was here to guide him.
Go to the house.
Walk to the guards.
Is it the house of the *** family?
He repeated:
-Is it the house of the *** family?
One of the guard replied:
-Yes, adventurer. Do you have some business here?
He unintentionally said in a low voice the order he just heard:
-Kill them.
The guard asked:
-What did you say, kid?
This night, there was a fire.
The neighbors testified that tragic cries rang in the night, like ghosts coming to set the house ablaze.
Unfortunately, there was no witness of what happened.
[…]
In a dark castle, a woman was sitting on a black throne.
Her black hairs were long enough to touch its seat.
She was around forty years old, dressed in black.
On her legs was a boy. She was caressing is hairs
The boy had a huge broadsword still dripping of blood in his right hand.
The woman said:
-Great… What a great toy! A great toy indeed… It should be enough to pass time for the next year.
...
...
...
The *** family is not censure, just wasn't named.
Hey! You see, this one shot could almost be an arc if developed more, but I didn't have any great keywords for this story and I wanted to write it so I did this one shot! It was already 500 words long as simple notes and ideas about the layout of the story, it doubled once written.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
In a dark castle, a woman was sitting on a black throne.
Her black hairs were long enough to touch its seat.
She was around forty years old, dressed in black.
On her legs was a boy. She was caressing is hairs
The boy had a huge broadsword still dripping of blood in his right hand.
The woman said:
-Boring… This toy is boring.
After a while, she added:
-Kill yourself.
Without a word or hesitation, the boy raised his sword and silently cut his own throat.
The woman threw his body aside.
-I need a new toy. A great new toy!
[…]
A boy was entering the adventurer's guild.
He registered the day before, and was going to take his first mission.
As a newbie, he didn't have a big range of possibilities as for what mission to take: newbies were prohibited from taking most missions, and, anyway, most were too dangerous for him. He didn't have any equipment, if not for his sword.
He had to take with reluctance a simple mission: fetching mushrooms.
This was the sad reality of the guild.
Newbies came with dreams of adventure and great fight, but ninety-nine percent of them just gave up in less than a year because of the harsh reality: you needed to prove yourself to get a higher rank in the guild, but for that, you needed better quests, but for that you needed to prove yourself. An circle that could sometimes force some people to collect mushroom until the end of their life for a living, hoping for a promotion that never came.
The boy went to collect mushroom, his head still filled with dreams of grandeur, thinking this situation wouldn't last long.
And it indeed didn't. Not even a day.
Her hairs are black like the feathers of a raven…
Just as he thought this, he was hit by a spell.
Before falling unconscious, he heard:
-You'll be my new toy! A little, obedient toy!
He lost his consciousness.
[…]
Watching the boy unconscious, the woman cast a spell.
[…]
The boy woke up.
He was in some kind of arena.
It reminded him of the coliseum he once heard about.
In front of him was a giant praying mantis.
It got slowly closer to him.
He heard a voice in his mind.
-Step aside.
It was…
The boy recognized the voice of the woman who captured him.
He decided to not move, and stay where he is.
'This praying mantis certainly only attacks if you move, it's a trap'
He thought.
By the time he had the time to process it, he felt a sudden pain at the place his heart was.
He looked down and saw a hole where his heart should be.
He feebly swallowed his saliva while his vision became dark.
[...]
The boy woke up.
He was again in that arena.
In front of him was a minotaur.
-Get down.
This time, the order was said quickly after him waking up, as the minotaur rushed at him.
'I won't fall into your trap!'
He thought as he stepped aside.
The minotaur did a sweep with his war hammer.
The boy was cut in two.
He fell once again unconscious.
[...]
The boy woke up.
This time, in front of him was a bear.
-Throw sand on its eyes then move on the left.
Too occupied remembering the pain of being cut into two to notice the bear or listen to the voice, he was eaten alive.
[…]
He died close to a hundred times.
Even if she caused his actual situation… even if it was probably a trap… there was no harm in listening to her, no?
'I won't suffer anymore if I listen to her'
This was the only thought left in his mind as he took a decision.
[…]
It had been several years he was in the arena… At least, it was so for his mind. In fact, the woman cast the spell only a couple of hours ago.
When she let him out, his eyes were to her liking.
Dull and lifeless, two qualities she loved to see on her toys.
Like a puppet without master, he wasn't moving.
It seems like his education bore fruits, he was now perfectly obedient!
She takes the tone of an adult talking to a child:
-You see, there's that annoying noble family who keep attacking my castle every ten years or so. They say "that's our family's castle since our first ancestor" and all kind of things.
She takes a pause.
-That's really annoying, so…
Her voice change from gentle to murderous.
-Eliminate them.
[…]
He was in the closer city from the castle, where the noble family lived.
It just happened to be the city he came from, so she had to disguise his face a bit, even if he kept his adventurer's badge.
As usual, the voice was here to guide him.
Go to the house.
Walk to the guards.
Is it the house of the *** family?
He repeated:
-Is it the house of the *** family?
One of the guard replied:
-Yes, adventurer. Do you have some business here?
He unintentionally said in a low voice the order he just heard:
-Kill them.
The guard asked:
-What did you say, kid?
This night, there was a fire.
The neighbors testified that tragic cries rang in the night, like ghosts coming to set the house ablaze.
Unfortunately, there was no witness of what happened.
[…]
In a dark castle, a woman was sitting on a black throne.
Her black hairs were long enough to touch its seat.
She was around forty years old, dressed in black.
On her legs was a boy. She was caressing is hairs
The boy had a huge broadsword still dripping of blood in his right hand.
The woman said:
-Great… What a great toy! A great toy indeed… It should be enough to pass time for the next year.
...
...
...
The *** family is not censure, just wasn't named.
Hey! You see, this one shot could almost be an arc if developed more, but I didn't have any great keywords for this story and I wanted to write it so I did this one shot! It was already 500 words long as simple notes and ideas about the layout of the story, it doubled once written.
In a dark castle, a woman was sitting on a black throne.Her black hairs were long enough to touch its seat.She was around forty years old, dressed in black.On her legs was a boy. She was caressing is hairsThe boy had a huge broadsword still dripping of blood in his right hand.The woman said:-Boring This toy is boring.After a while, she added:-Kill yourself.Without a word or hesitation, the boy raised his sword and silently cut his own throat.The woman threw his body aside.-I need a new toy. A great new toy!A boy was entering the adventurer's guild.He registered the day before, and was going to take his first mission.As a newbie, he didn't have a big range of possibilities as for what mission to take: newbies were prohibited from taking most missions, and, anyway, most were too dangerous for him. He didn't have any equipment, if not for his sword.He had to take with reluctance a simple mission: fetching mushrooms.This was the sad reality of the guild.Newbies came with dreams of adventure and great fight, but ninety-nine percent of them just gave up in less than a year because of the harsh reality: you needed to prove yourself to get a higher rank in the guild, but for that, you needed better quests, but for that you needed to prove yourself. An circle that could sometimes force some people to collect mushroom until the end of their life for a living, hoping for a promotion that never came.The boy went to collect mushroom, his head still filled with dreams of grandeur, thinking this situation wouldn't last long.And it indeed didn't. Not even a day.Her hairs are black like the feathers of a ravenJust as he thought this, he was hit by a spell.Before falling unconscious, he heard:-You'll be my new toy! A little, obedient toy!He lost his consciousness.Watching the boy unconscious, the woman cast a spell.The boy woke up.He was in some kind of arena.It reminded him of the coliseum he once heard about.In front of him was a giant praying mantis.It got slowly closer to him.He heard a voice in his mind.-Step aside.It wasThe boy recognized the voice of the woman who captured him.He decided to not move, and stay where he is.'This praying mantis certainly only attacks if you move, it's a trap'He thought.By the time he had the time to process it, he felt a sudden pain at the place his heart was.He looked down and saw a hole where his heart should be.He feebly swallowed his saliva while his vision became dark....The boy woke up.He was again in that arena.In front of him was a minotaur.-Get down.This time, the order was said quickly after him waking up, as the minotaur rushed at him.'I won't fall into your trap!'He thought as he stepped aside.The minotaur did a sweep with his war hammer.The boy was cut in two.He fell once again unconscious....The boy woke up.This time, in front of him was a bear.-Throw sand on its eyes then move on the left.Too occupied remembering the pain of being cut into two to notice the bear or listen to the voice, he was eaten alive.He died close to a hundred times.Even if she caused his actual situation even if it was probably a trap there was no harm in listening to her, no?'I won't suffer anymore if I listen to her'This was the only thought left in his mind as he took a decision.It had been several years he was in the arena At least, it was so for his mind. In fact, the woman cast the spell only a couple of hours ago.When she let him out, his eyes were to her liking.Dull and lifeless, two qualities she loved to see on her toys.Like a puppet without master, he wasn't moving.It seems like his education bore fruits, he was now perfectly obedient!She takes the tone of an adult talking to a child:-You see, there's that annoying noble family who keep attacking my castle every ten years or so. They say "that's our family's castle since our first ancestor" and all kind of things.She takes a pause.-That's really annoying, soHer voice change from gentle to murderous.-Eliminate them.He was in the closer city from the castle, where the noble family lived.It just happened to be the city he came from, so she had to disguise his face a bit, even if he kept his adventurer's badge.As usual, the voice was here to guide him.Go to the house.Walk to the guards.Is it the house of the *** family?He repeated:-Is it the house of the *** family?One of the guard replied:-Yes, adventurer. Do you have some business here?He unintentionally said in a low voice the order he just heard:-Kill them.The guard asked:-What did you say, kid?This night, there was a fire.The neighbors testified that tragic cries rang in the night, like ghosts coming to set the house ablaze.Unfortunately, there was no witness of what happened.In a dark castle, a woman was sitting on a black throne.Her black hairs were long enough to touch its seat.She was around forty years old, dressed in black.On her legs was a boy. She was caressing is hairsThe boy had a huge broadsword still dripping of blood in his right hand.The woman said:-Great What a great toy! A great toy indeed It should be enough to pass time for the next year..........The *** family is not censure, just wasn't named.Hey! You see, this one shot could almost be an arc if developed more, but I didn't have any great keywords for this story and I wanted to write it so I did this one shot! It was already 500 words long as simple notes and ideas about the layout of the story, it doubled once written.
