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Absolutely hate this creature it runs out of stamina soooo quick and moves so slow, I tamed one then died because I ran out of oxygen and it was instantly out of stamina and couldn’t get to the surface then got stuck on a rock and I can no longer move it. Honestly just better to take an ichty and mine oil with a pick
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 43: Skylord
Part 3/3
BZZZZZ!
As Loki’s finger tapped onto the artifact, it disintegrated into dust and traveled into Loki’s implant. Loki let out a gasp as he stared at his implant, which flashed orange. But the touch… Loki felt soft metal that was as smooth as butter, yet as rough as rock. It had some unexplainable touch to it.
It almost felt like technology back at home.
“Where’d it go?!” Loki panicked, looking at his sweating palms. Mr. Mo stepped forward, putting a shoulder on Loki’s shoulder. His eyes pierced Loki’s implant.
“Hm,” Mr. Mo said. He tapped Loki’s implant, “How about right here?”
Wings sprouted from Loki’s back, and he let out a gasp. They were made of the same metal that the artifact was made of. His wings glowed orange and had that same orange light lined across the border. The wings shuffled back and forth, then began to flap.
“Woah,” Loki gasped as he looked at each wing. The wings flapped, creating a draft of wind that blew their hair back. Loki grinned.
“Cool.”
Mr. Mo grinned and pointed at the hole in the ceiling.
“Easier escape right there. Fly us out will ‘ya?”
“With pleasure.”
Loki grabbed Mr. Mo around the waist, then propelled himself into the air, the wings on his back flapping wildly. They flew past the hole and back into the snowfall of the tundra, a strong wind making Loki fly forward a little bit.
Loki looked around, scouting the area with his green eyes until he saw the coastline again with the icebergs. He began to fly forward, and as they reached the coast they saw Monarch and Slackjaw waiting patiently near the cave entrance.
Loki slowly landed on the snow, land he let go of Mr. Mo. With the will of his mind, the wings flapped and folded back. Mr. Mo turned around with a grin and put his hand in the air. Loki took his hand and high-fived him.
Slap!
“Ha ha! That was awesome!” Mr. Mo laughed with a grin.
“I know right? I guess I can fly now!” Loki said with a soft chuckle. He looked at Monarch, whose eyes were pinned at his wings, “So are we heading home now?”
“Of course we are,” Mr. Mo said, “There’s no reason not to, kid. Let’s go.”
They mounted their Pteranodons and took off into the air, flying back home.
As their Pteranodons fly through the snow, Loki couldn’t help but ask,
“Why’d you save me back then Mr. Mo? You didn’t need to. You could’ve just left me and grabbed the artifact for yourself.”
Mr. Mo looked at Loki with a soft smile, a warm expression on his face.
“Because you’re a good kid, Loki. And I’m not gonna let you die. I promise you we’ll survive.”
“Are we going to survive? Together?” Loki asked with a grin.
“Of course. I’ll use all the knowledge I have,” Mr. Mo said. His expression changed to that of rage, but it shifted back immediately, “To keep us both safe. That’s a promise.”
Loki smiled, and held his pinky out.
“A promise.”
“That’s right. A promise.”
The two wrapped their pinkies around each other, and shook up and down. They let go, looking at the settlement ahead of them with wide eyes. Smoke was pouring from one of the buildings, and a fire seemed to have started. The residents were running around frantically, and Mr. Mo tugged on the reins of Slackjaw.
“Something’s happened,” Mr. Mo whispered, his eyes turning blue.
The two dived toward the settlement and landed near the complex. Loki noticed one of Brad’s friends sprawled out on the ground, seemingly dead, and another running away screaming so hard he looked fit to burst.
“Take your weapons out. Just in case,” Mr. Mo warned Loki. Loki unhooked his karambits and flipped them, hooking a thumb on each. Mr. Mo reached for his back and reached into a leather quiver of sorts. He pulled out a pike that was dyed red. Mr. Mo flipped the red pike and held it in both his hands.
“Let’s go.”
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 43: Skylord
Part 2/3
Waiting for them was a small, narrow walkway made of ice, the middle carved out and missing. It was a bridge to another part of the cavern, and below the bridge were many sharp stalagmites of ice and rock. Sharp and tough, the cavern’s mouth seemed fit to swallow the two if they dared to make a slip up. A cold bead of sweat slowly traveled down Loki’s hairline, and to the bottom of his helmet.
“That’s quite the drop,” Loki said with uncertainty.
“It is,” Mr. Mo replied, eyeing the bridge nervously. It seemed fit to crack and break from the slightest touch.
“Maybe we should turn back. There’s gotta be another way,” Loki insisted, turning around.
“No. We can make that jump,” Mr. Mo barked, his voice hoarse and demanding. Loki turned around to see Mr. Mo run forward.
“Mr. Mo!” Loki cried out as he outstretched his arm.
Mr. Mo bent his knees, and the ice began to crack under his boots. He made one giant leap, his arms up in the air and his head pointed to the ground.
CLUNK!
Mr. Mo landed on the other side effortlessly, not a single step even taken on the bridge. Loki was petrified, his pupils shrinking and shaking.
“Come on. The faster you do it the faster the fear fades,” Mr. Mo said, showing Loki the palm of his hand. Loki blinked his jade green eyes, and they began to scan the jump.
It was far too big to jump with his pure strength, he certainly would not have been able to make the jump. He’d have to cross the bridge.
Loki stepped forward, gently placing a boot on the bridge. It showed no signs of cracking, so Loki proceeded. He placed the other forward, then again, until he reached the end.
Now there was a small jump he’d have to make. Loki shut his eyes, his heart hammering against his chest, telling him to stop. He could feel and hear it in his ears.
Badump, badump, badump!
“Come on… No more holding back,” Loki muttered as his eyes jolted open again. Loki let out a grunt and he jumped forward, his arms flailing in the air, but as he landed on the bridge, the ice cracked, and exploded into a million shards.
“No!” Loki cried, stumbling backward and falling into the void…
Without warning, an arm grabbed his wrist, and Loki was left dangling above the spikes. Mr. Mo’s head peeked from beyond, and Loki let out a sigh of relief. But that sigh of relief turned to anxiety as he could see Mr. Mo’s arm shaking.
“Ugh. You’re a real heavy kid I’ll tell you that,” Mr. Mo grunted. He gripped his wrist as tight as he could.
“Easy, I don’t wanna fall and…” Loki looked down and gulped. He looked back up, and with sudden power Mr. Mo lifted Loki up with a cry. Loki’s body felt lighter.
Mr. Mo grabbed his other wrist and pulled him up, and the two were left sprawled out on the ice. Mr. Mo was breathing heavily, his eyes pale and blue. The blue was slowly starting to fade though.
“Whew. That was- That was close,” Loki said, “Thank you, Mr. Mo. Thank you.”
“You’re right. A bit too close,” Mr. Mo replied, ignoring his gratitude. He sat up and patted the dust off his shoulder. Then, he got on one knee and propelled himself up, raising an arm out for his student.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
The two wander down a thin, narrow, icy pathway until eventually the cavern expanded again. Loki felt fear invade his heart again. It better not have been another thin ice bridge with spikes waiting below.
Luckily, it was something a lot better.
First of all, the cavern was humming with power. Loki could feel his implant humming and vibrating. And so was Mr. Mo’s. Mr. Mo grunted, gritting his teeth and blinking his eyes rapidly.
Scattered throughout the cavern were strange veins made of some black metal, and humming with a blue light. As they hummed, so did the strange artifact in the center of the room. Floating up and down on an obsidian pedestal was a strange object that resembled a wing. It was glowing orange and had some orange light within. It rotated slowly, its power waiting to be used. A beam of light was pouring down onto it, which came from a hole in the ceiling.
“What IS that?” Loki asked, pointing his thumb at the artifact.
“No clue,” Mr. Mo replied honestly. He shrugged, “Why don’t you grab it and find out?”
Loki walked forward and gingerly reached his hand out to touch it.
The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)
Chapter 43: Skylord
Part 1/3
“Are you ready?” Mr. Mo asked Loki as Loki slowly adjusted his helmet. Loki twirled his two karambits and hooked them. He put his arm in the air and gave him a thumbs up.
“Yeah of course,” Loki replied. Mr. Mo remained in his fur suit, and he brushed some snow off his shoulder plates. He let out a heavy cough and put his hand out to excuse himself.
“Just a moment. I need to give out orders, and we’ll be on our way to the cave.”
Mr. Mo walks into the compound, then walks out hastily with two longneck rifles in hand. He walked over to Brad and his goons, and for the next few minutes gave them some orders. He hands the rifles over to the group, grabs some darts from his pockets, and pours them into their eager hands. Mr. Mo turned around and walked over to Loki.
Loki looked at Brad and squinted his eyes, crossing his arms and shaking his head in disapproval. He turned to Mr. Mo, furious.
“Why exactly are we giving them those rifles?” Loki asked.
“I’ve tasked them with taming a few creatures around the area. Argentavis for mobility and Mammoths for wood,” Mr. Mo answered. He waved his hand and began to walk to the pens. Loki followed.
“Mr. Mo with all due respect,” Loki chided, “Those guys aren’t even going to bother stepping foot outside our territory. How will we know they’ll even stay on task?”
“Dr. Aston will make sure they do what they’re told. I trust he can supervise them,” Mr. Mo assured Loki, “Now let’s go. What they do is Dr. Aston’s problem, not ours.”
Loki hesitantly mounted Monarch, and Mr. Mo mounted Slackjaw. The two took off to the skies, and began to travel north.
As the duo traveled, Loki noticed the many fauna wandering the tundra. Through thick snowfall, Loki could see Woolly Mammoths and Rhinos trotting through their home, grazing off the little grass there was and the large, barren trees of the snow. Wolves ran through the snow, their cries shattering the air. Loki smiled at the sight of wolves.
“Say, Loki,” Mr. Mo noted, “You don’t seem too bothered by the cold.”
Loki turned to Mr. Mo with a gentle smile.
“Well, I was born in the snow,” Loki responded. He tugged on the reins some more, and as they flew closer to the tundra coasts, they could see icebergs floating in the water, aimlessly wandering the sea. Penguins with black fur and white chests swam through the water, pecking and playing with each other. Tucked off in the corner of a cliffside of ice was a cavern that seemed too small to be noticeable.
“Is that it?” Loki asked, pointing at the entrance.
“Yes it is, Loki.”
The two land their Pteranodons near the entrance of the cave, and begin to make their way inside. As they go inside, the chilling cold pierces the fur armor Mr. Mo’s wearing. Mr. Mo shivers, taking a few deep breaths in and out as they venture further into the cave. A wisp of mist exits Mr. Mo’s mouth as he breathes in and out.
“It sure is cold in here,” Mr. Mo muttered, clenching his fists. His dark brown eyes looked like they were turning blue from the cold.
“Are you going to be okay?” Loki asked with worry, his eyebrow furrowed and his eyes pinned at the goosebumps lining his face. Mr. Mo turned to Loki and winked.
“Yeah. All good for the old man.”
Loki smirks, and continues walking into the ice. The ice made crunching noises as they traveled beyond.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Whispers of wind floated in the air, and soon the path diverged into three. A three-pronged fork, if Mr. Mo had ever seen one. Loki looked at each path, evaluating where they should go next.
“A maze,” Mr. Mo growled, clenching his fists, “How inconvenient.”
“Not quite,” Loki said with a sly smile. Cunning as always, he pointed to the left pathway. “When faced with a maze, you should always hug the wall-”
Mr. Mo put his arms out and planted them onto the wall.
“Like this?” Mr. Mo asked with his pearly whites out.
“What? No! That’s not what I mean,” Loki groaned, slapping his face.
“Ah ha ha ha ha! I’m joking, I know what you mean,” Mr. Mo retorted with a snort. He began to walk down the left pathway.
As they made their way through the icicle littered cave, the cavern suddenly began to grow wider. Mr. Mo paused in his tracks, halting Loki as well. Loki looked past Mr. Mo’s shoulder impatiently.
“What’s the hold up-”
The tale of the shadow phoenixes
Chapter twenty.
As they headed home Leah and Tom walked in the front while James, Cole and Arianna walked behind Leah and Tom. “Look how their holding hands.” James said, motioning to Leah and Tom. “Makes me feel kind of guilty that we aren’t offering Arianna our arms.” In unison Cole and James both held out their arms to Arianna. Arianna laughed and took both arms offered to her. While Tom walked Leah home Cole and James took Arianna home.
“Goodnight.” Arianna said, when they had arrived at her house. “Goodnight.” The boys said at the same time. She began to close the door slowly. James gave Cole a look. “Well? You gonna ask her out?” James asked. Cole glared at him, then sighed. James was right. Better sooner than later. “Hey Arianna wait!” Cole called. Arianna opened the door with a curious look on her face. “Would you like to go out…to dinner with me tomorrow?” Cole asked, holding his breath. Arianna shrugged. “Sure, I don’t have anything planned and besides…I always have time for one of my friends.” Then she shut the door. “Yes!” Cole exclaimed happily. James smirked at him. “Well goodnight Cole.” James said. Cole was left to go home alone. He was very excited. She’d said yes!
What Cole didn’t realize was simple…. “…..and besides…I always have time for one of my FRIENDS”
Anyways…next chapter coming soon!
-SunnyFox57.
Protectors of Pandora
Chapter 23 ~the new recruits~
Ron sent the wolves out to gather up any creatures who were against the Queen and willing to fight back, it took a couple ours but they returned with quite a few possible recruits, three mammoths, a wooly rhino, a dire bear, a gigantopithicus, and even a managarmr. “Hello,” Ron said looking at his new troops, some of them greeted him back, “today I will be testing you to see if your a hood fit to overthrow the Queen, the plan requires a lot of muscle, a distraction and somebody small enough to fit through a vent,” he looked them over, “I see theres not many small creatures on this ark.. hmm that could be an issue.” Ron said. “It won’t be a problem!” Ping said walking up to him “I found some people perfect for this job.” He said excitedly, a few other kairukus walked over honking and walking around aimlessly. “You sure they’ll be any help..” Ron said. “Oh most definitely they just need motivation,” Ping said, “EVERBODY THE QUEEN TOOK ALL DA FISH WE GOTTA GET IT BACK!” The kairukus all looked at Ping in horror, “THEN WE MUST ATTACK!!” Said one. “No, if we do that she’ll eat them all we gotta be sneaky.” Ron said playing along. The kairukus looked at him for a few seconds then ran towards a narcoberry bush and used the berries to cover themselves in black dye like ninjas, “we are ready..” one said gravely. “Good, now for the others,” he looked at the recruits, “ok these three wolves are gonna chase you, last one caught gets to be our distraction.” The wolves got ready and Sir Charles counted down from ten, “3..2 1!” He said and his wolves ran after the creatures easily passing by one of the mammoths, and chasing after the others, the managarmr obviously was going to win but Ron wanted to see how the others would do, the rhino tried to fight back and he took note of that. “So, Charles, did you or your men meet any resistance from the Queens cronies wile gathering the recruits?” Ron asked. “None at all we didn’t even see any of her lackeys..” Sir Charles said. “That’s.. odd.. hmm, maybe they were having a training day or something.” Ron said. “That’s assuming they train..” Sir Charles said. (In fact they were not training they were just still incredibly sore from their encounter with krampus on Christmas night) the three wolves ran back up to rob and Charles panting and eating snow for refreshment, “we.. got.. them all… except the mutant wolf thingie..” Richard said panting. “As expected, the managarmr will be our distraction and the others will storm the castle.” Ron said. The managarmr boosted back and said “didn’t even break a sweat those ““knights”” will never catch me.” She said triumphantly. Ron looked at the other creatures stumbling up the hill, “good news everyone, your in!”
The Obelisk
-Chapter 38-
Forest was panting, gazing at the oozing mess of bug remains. A distant, rueful roar came from deep inside the cave, and then all was silent.
Several Terror birds turned to their kind-mates, checking each other for major wounds. Crimsons chest rose and fell as she breathed in and out, still filled with battling rage. One of her eyes twitched, and he realized there was a long scratch acrossed it.
The whole section of the forest was deserted—all nearby creatures had fled or hidden nearby. But now several birds were flapping down to see the battlefield, their eyes wide.
Spark ran forward and gestured with her head to Crimson, who nodded and hurried over to Forest and Rust.
“Everyone good?” Spark whispered.
“Yeah,” Forest said as Rust answered, “ a bit.”
“Then let’s get out of here, now!” Crimson snarled under her breath. “Come on.” She headed quietly for the cave and maneuvered around the fallen tree, then climbed up the hill. The others followed.
“Where are we going?” Forest asked, catching up to her.
“As far away from those Terror birds as possible!” She said.
“Why? I thought—“
“I saw a threat and acted upon it,” she said slowly, keeping the pace. “Same as that soldier. Doesn’t mean we’re getting any reward. they’ll just question us.”
“The Terror birds are searching the area,” Rust called from farther down. “We’d better hide.”
They reached the top of the hill where several giant rocks lay on top of each other, with a small redwood tree branching through the gap. It was very pretty.
“Oh my gosh!” Spark gasped, thwacking Forest accidentally with her tail. “Look! The Shadowmanes! There they are!”
Forest scanned the landscape to see. Yes! There! He could see several colorful, long bodies trekking through the forest in a large drive. The Pego was right!
Under the waves: chapter 10
Pearl watched a strange figure in the distance. It was her turn during watch, and she had spotted something. What was it? A small megalodon? An Ichyosaur? She didn’t know. The creature paused, and turned in the direction of the cave they were resting in before fleeing into a patch of kelp. Weird. She left trench asleep to peruse it, as the cave was well hidden and he has a tendency to wake up very easily ever since they saw the ruined sanctuary. She dove into a small algae patch just as it emerged, looking around wearily. She still wasn’t close enough, but that changed as she raced after it. It let out a shriek and tried to get away, but she already had it pinned to the sea floor, sand billowing up around them. Once the sand cleared, she saw it was a large ichthy, dark grey body with yellow stripes and eyes. They struggled a bit, but stopped as soon as it realized it was futile. “P-please. I don’t- I just-“ it stammered. “Calm down. I’m not going to kill you.” Pearl interrupted. The ichthy kept twitching in a nervous way, as if it thought she was lying. “What’s your name?” She asked it gently. “B-Bright spot.” It said nervously. It sounded male, although he’s a bit high pitched. Or maybe it’s because he looks as if he would have a heart attack if she even moved. “Who.. Who are you?” Bright spot asked. “Pearl.” She responded, smiling.
“What.. what do you want with me?” He asked. Pearl considered how to say it for a moment. “Bright spot… are you able to do things other ichthyosaurs can’t?” She asked. “I.. maybe? Nobody else could see the things I could see.” He asked, as if she would bite him if he said no. “What do you see?” She prodded, a little annoyed by how he kept stammering. To be honest, she would be frightened if something triple her size pinned her to the sand, too. He seemed to brighten a little bit. “Oh! I see lots of things. I saw you and another plesiosaur, and I saw a megalodon a few miles over there,” he verged his head east. “And I see that there’s a crab right there.” He suddenly jerked his head into the sand and pulled out a still wriggling crab. How did he tell? “Interesting. Well, there’s this… prophecy. And you might be in it, especially if you can do things no other creature can do.” He gasped. “M-Me? In a prophecy?” He asked, amazed. “Maybe.” Pearl responded. “Here, follow me. And for the love of vipers, don’t run off.” She instructed. When she returned to the cave with bright spot trailing behind, trench was awake and moving in a panicked way. “There you are!” He said. “Where were you? I thought something might have happened.” She smiled. “I found someone In The prophecy.” She told him. Trench inspected a very nervous bright spot. “You sure? I feel like this shouldn’t be common knowledge for random creatures to know.” Trench said. “I’m sure. He can-“ she started. Bright spot immediately interrupted. “MOSA!” He shrieked. Trench tilted his head, but pearl didn’t question his abilities. Leading them out of the cave, they swam off. Bright spot looked like he was resisting the urge to disappear. They stopped to rest at a small dead reef, then the mosasaur lunged out of the kelp and closed it’s jaws around pearl’s neck.