Crimson slammed her eyes shut. It was all coming in. Too fast. Too fast. Too f a s t.
She thought leaving the swamp would help. But it wasn’t. This was a mistake.
The grief was flooding in.
She thought she’d forget.
But the memory was still clear as day as it sunk. Back. In.
The swamp used to cover half of Fjordur. It stretched and stretched form coast to coast, as far as the eye could see.
But at this time, the Swamp was much less. Now it was much smaller, each tree and sinkhole and muddy pond slowly being replaced with new territories as the land adapted.
Crimsons home was in the biggest Swamp left, right by Runheimr. It was beautiful.
Her home was a a small burrow dug in the dryer part of the swamp, it’s roof and walls made of reeds and sticks and a few branches weaved together, forming a house strong enough to keep the water out but let light in.
The only way in or out of the burrow was a small hole you had to dive into—which led straight to an underwater tunnel that led outside.
It wasn’t much. But Crimson grew up there.
The sun was about an hour before setting, and Crimson was inside, getting her little mud pool ready to sleep in.
Her mother scooped her up in her arms, and Crimson laughed. They nuzzled snouts and and Father entered with a splash from the entrance, shaking water off his scales.
Mother started singing. Crimson loved singing. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”
“You make me happy,” Father continued, “when skies are grey…”
“You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you…”
Crimson finished. “Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
Her and mother booped noses, and Crimson began the next line. “The other night dear, while I lay sleeping…”
“I dreamed I held you, in my arms,” Mother filled in. “And now we’re here dear, and you are with me…”
“So I sing this song to you,” father sang.
They sung together. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
Crimson snuggled into her mother happily, and reached out for her Father. He gladly joined in the hug.
“So… Crimson…” Father said after a moment.
“What?” Crimson asked.
“You know how ever night before sunset, me and her go out hunting, and come back before bed with your dinner?”
“Yeah,” Crimson said slowly.
“We were thinking, that maybe… this time you could come with us.” Father said.
Crimson gasped. “Really? Honestly? You’re not talking a bunch of bull—“
“Language,” Mother warned.
“Sorry. You’re not talking a bunch of bull-dung?” Crimson whispered loudly.
“One hundred percent the truth,” Said Father. “We’ll go now.”
"Get ready!" Somebody yelled as the doors opened. "FIRE AT WILL!"
They fired their weak guns, but they barely did much as the unexplained man in full modified flak walked in. whipping out a pistol he shot two dead, pulled out a second and shooting someone that was running away. He walked up to somebody else, hitting them in the leg to make them stumble, then spinning and grabbing a knife, before plunging it through their head with ease. Another ran towards him, but he dodged, kicking them in the chest, before flipping them over his shoulder and aiming a pistol to their head. "Have mercy! I have no doubt you with bring peace, as the prophecy foretold, but what reason do you have to kill me?"
"The funny thing about mercy is, the ones that ask for it are never the ones that deserve it."
The shot rang out before going quiet.
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"Where are we?" Asked Jerry, looking at Henry. "I don't know." Henry replied.
Everything around them was white, not a single thing was any other color other than them. Everything around them spun, color weaving itself into reality with every second until they were viewing the desert from above. "What the-" Jerry began to say, but stopped as his eyes fixed on a figure.
"Sergeant..." he whispered. Henry stared at Jerry, although Jerry never stared back.
"Ares told me about sergeant." He said, nervously biting his lip, afraid of Jerry's response. To his surprise, Jerry just said "I've seen that before."
Henry was confused. Seen what?
"We passed where sergeant was...yesterday." to his horror, he realized Jerry was right. They had passed where they were viewing sergeant the day before...
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"This whole town is now under new leadership." stated the man in flak.
"Whatever you wish, sir. Just give us the peace the prophecy told of. My apologies for your rude welcoming, we did not recognize you."
The man glared at the nervous soldier, who was unable to stare back into his eyes and looked at the ground.
To everyone's surprise, a figure approached the town.
He walked up to them saying "I will do what you require, as long as you quench my thirst. My throat has been dry and my tears nonexistent."
Christmas time. Had just caught a gift from Raptor Clause. I open it... Behold! An ascendant Gacha saddle! I absentmindedly posted about it in chat. One of the Alpha tribes was like, “OOH! What armor is it!?!” And I’m like, “Yeah, them Gachas for a war mount on PVE...” everyone laughed, including the guy who asked.
This is Moon from the Obelisk. If you are one of the first five readers, you have most likely not read Chapter 44, since it is currently taking its precious time on officially showing up in Featherlight. Chapter 44 was supposed to be in Fjord Hawk, but I messed up and made it in Featherlight. If you have not read it, please check daily for it to finally decide to show up. I will wait until Chapter 44 is /\’d and read, and then I will post Chapter 46 in here. Thankyou.
The Gacha sniffed. He knew I was still there. He lifted the rock I was hiding behind, and... Hold up. You probably want to know why I'm hiding from a creature that poops crystals. I was hunting Dodos and this thing came up to me and ate them all. "Ghrrrrrrrtrrrrrrrrrrrt," screamed the Gacha. Back to the story. I ran a couple feet. The Gacha knew I was still there. I shot him. I hit him with some Crustal. Crustal is what you call a Crystal Wyvern's breath. I hit him with a sword. Then he was dead and I could go back to hunting Dodos.
"Whaaaaaa?" I said when I read that gacha eats objects instead of taming foods like tamingaatsfood or snsnailsnacks or even raw prime fish meat. "If I were to try to tame one, I'd have to pack a metal/thatch wall to feed it! How peculiar!" I said. I mean, seriously, I never saw a dinosaur or monster that ate STRUCTURES! I mean that literally! I mean, I'd rather eat narxoberry than pack thatch walls to feed a dinosaur! I went to wherever it was that gachas reside-and yes, I brought thatch walls and some metal armor. Either way, I got to it and it IMMEDIATELY got a handful of dirt and threw it at me like a chalicotherium does with sand! Okay, I built something out of the things that I packed. It was an amazingly strong thatch barricade. But I kept shooting it with tranq arrows until it was unconscious. I destroyed my barricade- or what was left of it because the gacha tried to eat it when it was conscious- and fed the residue to the fifty-foot tall wall-eating abomination and it soon woke up tamed, but another gacha was on top of the hill when I was in the battle-and-the-beast with the gacha. I look back to see that the hill gacha was now I'm-gonna-eat-you gacha. It lunged at me but my gacha thought he could handle it, but in the end nobody made it out of the gacha brawl. At least Tame:gacha pursuit was done and I learned a valuable lesson: never tame anything near a thing with an unusual diet. Just like 'never tame anything near a troodon'. (That story is about me taming a dilo named Dorothy. You can see her story in the troodon tips.) Once again, never tame anything near a thing with an unusual diet! Yay for valuable lessons! Yahoo!
I resaonly got two that can produce elements and its hella handy. I tend to feed the primitive gear that I can make out of fiber and they make it like crazy. This will have to be my favourite tame so far
I had a nice TEK base I was going to move it so I picked the walls up first. It said SPOILED MEAT or whatever. I then thinking I dropped my meat. I dropped my TEK wall and guess what was behind me. GACHA