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An ordinary day at Holma High was usually battling one’s way to a necessary job waiting for them in one of the class room doors. In the case of the leaders, there was very little time during the school day for them to waste around.

This was oh so apparent as the work for an average school day dragged on as usual for Bushimaru, the leader of Bakesama. However, he was greeted with something he hadn’t expected.

As he sat in the Costa Family classrooms, he patiently waited for Cameron—the younger brother of the current boss, Cecelia—to finish their meeting.

“Oh, by the way, you oughta thank sweet pea for me.”

Knowing the nickname fairly well, he knew who that was referring to, but questioned the reasoning behind his comment.

“Hm? Why?”

“Because, while I know she wasn’t being sweet for my sake, she helped me out a lot with this whole thing. If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have any of these records today. She stayed overnight and helped me organize everything and helped me get some things straight about our outposts. You know, just to make things easier on you now.”

Bushimaru found himself a bit shocked, not for the reason so easily assumed.

Now in a bit of a hurry, he spoke quickly. “I’ll be sure to do that. Was there anything else you needed to be sure I knew?”

“Nope, just what I reported. Don’t want any useless confrontations y’know?”

“Yes, we wouldn’t.” Bushimaru then got up and made his way to the door.

With his second-in-command right behind him, she was alarmed at his changing speed and picked up her pace as well.

“B-bushimaru-sama, we’re in no hurry to get to our next meeting.”

He didn’t respond and quickly walked to the main staircase descending down them quickly. She huffed, picking up her own speed and getting the attention of Bushimaru once they reached the bottom floor.

“Mei? What is it?”

She smiled seeing his slightly distracted expression. “I know you wanna go see her, but you’ll have to wait until our scheduled meetings are over.” She paused. “You know today is the only day everyone’s gonna be here.”

He sighed at the reminder. “I… know.” He started walking again, but this time he was slower. “It’s just Emeryk and Danai left, yes?”

“Yes, Emeryk will probably be quick all things considered.”

“That’s strange, I assume he would take the rest of the school day since we’ll be mapping out which areas he can conduct his experiments in.”

With a slight smirk, Mei said, “we are, but Cassie-san went ahead and gave Emeryk a general outline of where our territories end and begin. I’m sure it’ll be much simpler now that he’s had time to look that over already.”

Just as he was before, Bushimaru found himself unable to say very much. His impulses just took over and he, once again, started to talk quickly.

“Then we shouldn’t waste any time. Let’s go and wait for him.”

Just as he said that, the third period bell rang over their heads indicating to them that Emeryk would be out of his classes for the rest of the school day.

“Yes, I’ll be right behind you.”

Bushimaru usually had a fast pace about him, opting to do things in a timely manner, but even Mei could see how much quicker his actions were. She let out a smile, thankfully her leader was so obvious even if his words didn’t always match.

So, just as they planned days before, they finished out their school day having met with Emeryk and then left their last meeting for afterschool. There wasn’t very much more for them to do, so Bushimaru sent Mei off for the day, hoping she would take some much needed time to herself, and made his way to the third floor for his last meeting.

The door was open, so he simply let himself inside where he was promptly stopped just before he got his whole body through the door.

“Ah, sorry, but you still can’t come in here.” This voice was one he was fairly familiar with.

The bright tone matched the similarly brightly dressed individual in front of him. He found it somewhat refreshing to see her unique sense of style opposed to their usual drab uniforms.

“Danai, I don’t mean to waste your time, but do you mind if we reschedule our meeting until tomorrow morning?”

Her brows furrowed. “Why? Are you busy right now?”

“A bit…” He looked off. “I just want to go and see someone right now.”

Danai caught on quickly evidenced by the smirk on her face and the gleam in her eye. “Come on, you’re gonna keep it from me too? You do know me and her are friends right?” In a singsong voice she said, “she’s told me some things about you two~”

“I’m very aware, that’s why I feel I can ask this of you.”

Her arms crossed. “You know, I don’t want the friendship I have with Cassie to be something you can exploit you know.”

“I promise you I won’t do this ever again. Besides, I did say we would meet in the morning and isn’t that better for you?”

She huffed. “Of course you know that.” Feigning anger for a bit longer, Danai eventually shrugged and smiled at him. “I’m just messing with you though, of course you can go see her. I’d want you too anyways.”

Feeling immense relief, Bushimaru said, “thank you, Danai.”

“Oh, but since we’re pretending here, can I pretend that you’re not gonna try and make a move on her? That she won’t be telling me about any new relationships she’s in?”

Bushimaru closed his eyes and shook his head with a soft smile on his face. “I’ll leave you to believe whatever you want and whatever Cassie tells you after is the truth.”

Danai huffed and gave a playful pout. “Ugh, fine. Be that way, but I swear one of these days I’ll get you to admit what I already know.”

“And your company will always be appreciated.” Bushimaru then gave her one final goodbye before he turned around to pick up a bag Danai hadn’t seen him with until now. She made a sound like she was hinting at something, but Bushimaru just waved goodbye to her once again.

He made his way down the third floor hallway where it started to get darker no thanks to the broken lights overhead. However, a soft blue glow emanated from one of the classrooms down the dark hallway and Bushimaru felt a sense of calmness as he approached the door.

Getting to room 309, he opened the door to find gentle music filling the room. With the soft blue light in the corner, the warmth in the room felt like a hug wrapped around him the moment he stepped inside. He looked to the mattress on the floor and found a lump hidden under a fuzzy blanket. He smiled approaching the mattress where he sat down and gave the lump a weightless nudge.

“Mmm…” A trail of a sleepy voice came from the lump.

“Cassie?” He paused trying to find her head, he pulled at various parts of the blanket until she emerged from it with a deep frown on her face.

Lying in a ball completely horizontal across the top of the mattress, he found her closed eyes trying their best to remain that way. He chuckled at the sight and reached into the bag, which quickly got the attention of the freshly woken girl.

“Too bad you’re not a lighter sleeper.”

With a yawn, she finally spoke. “I’m sleeping in a school, I don’t think that would be very safe. Especially since I can’t lock my door.”

“You never got that fixed?” He asked.

“No, I don’t care to tell any staff about it and only you guys come in here so I’m not too worried.”

“Still, you should get someone to fix it sometime. Otherwise I’ll worry about you when you sleep in here overnight.”

“You worry about me even when I sleep at home.” She pushed herself up and was now sitting crossed beside him, the blanket covering her legs and hands. “But, what’s in the bag?”

“Well, I wanted to thank you somehow for making my day a bit easier.”

“Huh?” She paused thinking about it for a second, but then her mouth fell open. “Oh, that stuff? That’s nothing to thank me over. I just did my job.”

“I’m sure you think that, but if I don’t feel grateful for this, then what would I ever thank you for?”

She shrugged. “I just never really think about it.”

Bushimaru brought the bag closer between them and before Cassie could see it, he pulled out a small plush of a dragon character. She let out a loud gasp stopping herself from snatching it out of his hands.

Amused, he held it closer to her. “You’re lucky, he was just about to be sold out again.”

Cassie seemed unable to contain her excitement for very much longer, but she held off. “How’d you get him?”

“A reseller happened to buy a few since they were being scalped and he gave me this one as thanks for helping him find the scalper.”

Giddy, she thrust her hands out looking for him to finally hand the plush over. With a chuckle, he did so and Cassie held the toy delicately as if it was fragile glass and even her soft breathing would break it.

“He’s so cute.” She paused before looking at him again. “I really love him.”

“I’m glad you do, but that’s not all I wanted to come here for.” He reached into the bag and also pulled out a DVD case of the very movie the character was from; alongside that, there were the sound of chips and other assorted junk foods in the bag. “Since you helped me so much, I wanted to give you a little break; and even though I don’t like you eating junk food like this, I figure it’s okay as long as I can watch how much you eat.”

Cassie giggled. “You’re such a mom.” She eagerly moved to make space for him beside her. “But this’ll be the… thirty-first time we watched this together.”

“You’re actually keeping count?” Bushimaru got up to put the DVD in her CD drive booting up her laptop as well.

“Of course I am, this movie is my entire childhood. I can recite the whole movie word for word, so it’s no problem for me to keep track of how many times I’ve seen it,” she said with a giggle.

“That’s reasonable for you huh?”

“Is that a compliment?”

Once the movie projected onto the large smart screen against the far wall, Bushimaru returned beside Cassie where he sat down and looked at her. Taking in the excitable person before him made his smile grow.

“Yes, I’m always immensely impressed with everything you do.”

Cassie smiled proudly moving the dragon between her arms. “You hear that? He thinks I’m impressive and there’s no greater compliment coming from the master himself!”

Bushimaru just chuckled as Cassie began to hum the opening track to the movie and cuddled up closer with the plush in her arms and Bushimaru right beside her.

Not sure if I shared this already, but this is pretty much just a reblog if I did :p

Anyways, this is actually a drawing I'm not afraid to shared!

It's from a old unfinished dystopia in which Cassie (left) has the ability to shape reality. Curil (right) ends up involved by a means he doesn't fully know or understand.

Neither of the two get why they were chosen after the world essentially ended, but their journey should answer some questions.

Best thing about this is the fact that the lack of color work here. When I was writing this story, it appeared in black and white or monotone for one reason or another.

Ideas I'm never going to make

So, I have a lot of ideas I am never going to write because they're not my style. So, instead of never talking about them, I'll leave them here to maybe give some inspiration to others. Most of these ideas are 1-5 years old with a handful being over ten years old and I would love to see them written, I just have no drive to write them.

Don't know how often I'll do this, but don't worry I get a ton of ideas that never go anywhere, so I'm sure there will be more!

Onto the ideas:

A dystopia where only two people actually exist, like actually. The planet and everything on it is destroyed and by the end, it's revealed the other party caused this to happen so they could be alone with the other survivor (romantic or platonic).

A passionate romance where the two parties are dangerously obsessed with each other. It starts where only one party seems dangerous, but is revealed later on they both are. Knowing this is bad, they decide to embrace those feelings for a short time to hopefully get it out of their system.

Two enemies end up stranded together. The injured party is cautious when the healthy is trying to help them. It's revealed later that their bosses were conspiring together to kill the pair.

A mature magical girl. It's still your normal Sailor Moon, but the MC is an adult with children. Specific to what I outlined, her husband was kidnapped because of his research and she gains magical powers to go and save him.

The origin story of a pirate girl. She starts off apart of a fairly kind crew, but she wants to make a name for herself and leaves only to find a mythical being of some kind and be cursed to travel with them. In my case, it was a grim reaper.

A vampire and a vampire hunter who end up on bad (putting it lightly) terms after the hunter assumes the vampire killed their newborn child. Plot twist for me was it was actually the hunter's father and the vampire had to find a way to prove it.

A detective agency that is the center of mysterious murders. Their agency is accused of killing their detainees as anyone who goes in never comes out. Is the killer one of the detectives or is the killer just trying to frame them? The setting for me ended up where the whole group was trapped in the police department like Resident Evil 2 almost.

This one is about to be ten years old and has more detail than the others. Two kids (in about the Gothic Era) go to a toy maker's shop. This is to pick up a toy before their families embark on a long trip somewhere. The toy maker is a mysterious man, but one of his toys end up cursing the children to age backwards. In this reality, objects hold memories so they're told by the toy maker to find objects that have sentimental value as that will maintain their age until they can rid of the curse.

The tale of a sun deity and moon deity creating the sun and moon cycle. The moon was a shy anxious child and the sun was a bright cheerful child for me.

An unassuming tale of a newly wed prince and princess where the story begins as "normal" until night falls and the prince is unable to stay awake. His princess then undergoes her own form of unconsciousness where her daytime "Princess Peach" version is switched for a warrior "Biscuit Krueger" version. Who is duty bound to protect her sleeping beauty. This transformation is similar to Greed and Ling from FMA:B where there's two souls inhabiting one body.

I actually had way more than I thought, so I'm gonna cap it at ten -_-;

Thanks for reading and here's to hoping one day I can read these ideas in their entirety~ 🍂

-Illusion of Free will-

Music by: Vangelis

Art by: @amir_foo  

Doodles

Dystopian doodless!

I sorta got carried away with one of them. Can you guess which one it is????

See also, "We're in a drought; conserve water!" Meanwhile, bottled water companies and golf courses for rich folk empty the aquifers.

#205 I am currently reading Margaret Atwood’s “The Handmaid’s Tail”, what a great book! #handmaidstale #thehandmaidstale #margaretatwood #book #books #dystopia #doodle #drawing #dailydrawing #pencil #ink #red #sketch #sketchbook

An Illumise Thing :]

(Trigger warning: Violence, Insanity, Bullying, Blood, Mild Swearing)

A little unpolished! There might be some grammatical mistakes, sorry ,:>

“Something wrong, three?” An indistinct voice mocked from somewhere above him, but it quickly faded back into silence. 

A starburst of searing red pain bolted through the darkness at his side, accompanied by the voice again, this time more persistent; “Ahem. Listen when I’m talking to you, failure.” The darkness began to evaporate, revealing glimpses of the bright and noisy lab around me, filled with hostile voices-

No.

Muffling blackness swept around him again like an inky blanket as Vian steadied his breathing. 

It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine, He consoled himself. They’ll get bored, and then they will leave. 

Or, A voice in the back of his head offered-

NO. I’m staying AWAY from that place. Away from my body, away from the scalpel, and away from any poor soul who happens to be in my vicinity. Besides, I won’t get to eat if they find the dead bodies on the floor-

Another burst of crimson agony, this time erupting from his head, jolted Vian back into his body. 

---

Through the steady stream of blood flowing down my face, I could make out the smug Conqueror soldier grinning at me on one knee.

“Knew you’d come around,” she taunted, tossing and catching the ball of sharpened, bloody metal as her two subordinates smirked menacingly behind her. Shifting one arm over her knee, she squinted at my face, at my emaciated arms and torso, and stood up. “‘Highly Dangerous’ my ass. You’re just as harmless as every other mistake in this room.” 

Before I could stop myself, I chuckled, then muttered, “Then you must not be looking hard enough.” 

And the scalpel I’d stole from a nearby surgery table cut her off before she could respond.

Short story time!

This was a short story I wrote for my language Arts class! I really liked how it turned out, so I wanted to share it you guys!

TW: Mention of death, su!c!de, depression, and Ai take over

Tittle: Blycyngo!

Journal entry #666

‘Welcome to the distopia that was once known as Earth! After Ai became Too inteligent and overthrew the goverment, most of the remaining population of earth flew off into space with the help of NASA and Elon Musk. And eventually they made it to Mars. Due to the cold climate and lack of oxygen, the former inhabitants of earth now had to live on ships until further notice. But that's where the Colonizing Your Boring Old Region Gaggle or “C.Y.B.O.R.G” for short, comes in! “C.Y.B.O.R.G” is an organisation created to send groups of people back to earth to try and restore it to its former glory. I, Captain Cy, was the commander of one of these groups. Unfortunately, our ship crash landed, and most of my grouping was taken (and asumably killed) by what I like to call the “Ai Overlords”. They’re the Mother-boards behind this whole ordeal! And Not to mention-’

“Hey Cynthia!” The young male spoke from behind as a jetpack wearing frog flew into the room flying circles around her head.

“AHGK!-” Cy fell out of her battered pilot seat while swatting her arms toward the frog. “WHAT THE HECK BINGO!?!?” The enraged female shouted at him, agitation plastered across her face. “And what did I say about calling me that?!” Cy dusted herself off pushing her body up and off the ground.

“Hey! Be careful!” He grabbed the frog out of the air. “You could’ve hit Blitz…” He pet the head of his little pet frog while pouting.

“Whatever…” She grumbled to herself, shutting the notebook she was writing in. “And for Pete's sake, keep that thing away from me…” She shuddered at the thought of the slimy little being.

Cy, placed her notebook down on the non-working cockpit. Bingo then picked it up and opened it to the newest entry.

His eyes glazed over the words. “You spelled ‘Dystopia’ wrong” he pointed to the word. “And  ‘intelligent’ and ‘government’ and-”

“Alright! Alright, I get it! I suck at spelling! So what of it?” Cy tried to get Bingo to be quiet, snatching the notebook from his hands. 

Frustrated, Cy walked out of the room. After she had exited, she put on her oxygen mask before stepping outside the aircraft. 

Once outside, Cy began walking around. No true objective aside from letting off some steam. 

She kicked a heavy piece of metal, which slowly floated into the air with a cloud of dust trailing behind.

She found a pile of debris and decided to take a seat. A cloud of dust and dry dirt flew into the air as she gazed out onto the horizon.

No sound.

No smell.

No life.

No Nothing.

Giant robotic arms were present in the sky, again, reminding her of all the awful crud humanity brought upon themselves.

She let out a heavy sigh, resting her elbows on her knees, and her head in her hands. 

Cy felt a tap on her shoulder which caused her to jump. She looked over her shoulder and was met with a kind soft face, Bingo’s face.

He sat beside her, his frog landing on his shoulder.

Cy cringed at the sight of the frog, but tried her hardest to brush off the feeling. 

The two of them sat in deafening silence before Bingo tried to break the ice.

“So, what’s been on your mind?” He looked over to Cy then back over the horizon. “I just  noticed, you've been a little tense, as of late..” He paused.

Cy rolled her eyes, and placed her head back in her hands with a loud groan. She paused for a moment before speaking, contemplating what she was going to say.

“Honestly..  Everything…” She felt a pang of guilt in her heart. “The reason we're stuck here is because of me… I was the one behind that control panel, I’m the reason we crashed, I’m the reason our crew is gone, I was the one that was  supposed to lead us to victory! I-” Cy felt small tears form in her eyes. What was she doing?! Leaders don’t cry, leaders can’t break, leaders always know what to do. But, right now, she didn’t, she didn’t know what to do, she was nearing a breaking point, and all she wanted to do right now was cry.

Cy let out a heavy sigh as she looked to the ground.

“I’m sorry…” She muttered, she said in a defeated, tired tone. “It’s just… hard for me right now…” She spoke, her tone more quiet than usual. “For me to talk about, all this”

Bingo scooted a little closer, placing his hand on Cy’s shoulder.

The two stayed in a sweet silence for presumably an hour or two before returning to the landing pod.

The two were sitting, near the cockpit, enjoying their packaged dinner to the best of their ability. That’s when they felt a rumble come from the ground.

Sure, they were used to feeling a shift in the ground ever so often, but this was different, way different…

Cy quickly put her oxygen mask back on and stepped outside. And to her horror, two giant machines stood above the chasm their landing pod had crashed in.

Cy ran back inside and ordered Bingo to grab his oxygen mask, food, and anything he could hold because they needed to get out NOW! 

The two fled the scene, taking refuge in a nearby cave.

“Those Mother-Boards!” Cy kicked the wall of the cave, “who on Earth do they think they are!?!” Cy paced around the room pulling at her hair and hyperventilating into her oxygen mask.

Bingo sat in the corner, petting the top of the mini helmet his pet frog wore. “Cy… are you oka-”

“OF COURSE I’M OKAY!” Cy shouted, starting Bingo. “I’m always okay! Why on Earth would I not be okay?!?” Cy looked over to bingo, and laughed hysterically, tears flowing down her eyes. “I’m okay!”

“I’m… I’m okay…” Cy quieted down with a sigh “I’m okay….” Cy fell to her knees and held herself as she cried. “I promise, I’m okay..” She continuously muttered, trying to reassure herself more than anyone else.

Seeing this, Bingo scooted towards Cy, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her in an embrace. 

Cy visibly flinched at this act, but allowed it. 

“I’m sorry…” Cy let out a heavy sigh, relaxing her face into a tired, almost dead expression.

“I’m just so tired…” Cy continued to speak, hardly above a whisper. “I’m so tired of being stuck here…” She placed her hands up to her face and ran them through her dust covered hair. 

“Bingo...” Bingo looked over to Cy as she looked out the opening of the cave. “Please don’t leave me…” a singular tear ran down Cy’s cheek as she spoke in a soft, tired tone. She then shut her eyes and rested.

“AAAAHHH-” Cy was awoken with a shrill shreek coming from the opening of the cave.

Her eyes hurried to focus on whatever had made the sound.

“No…” Cy’s eyes widened in horror when she saw the one person she hoped it wouldn’t be.

“Cy!” Bingo shouted, as he struggled to escape the grasp of the robot that currently held him hostage. “Run!!” Bingo shouted at her, panic present in his voice.

“No!” Cy retorted, “I can’t just leave you he-” The same robot carrying Bingo swung at Cy, barely missing her by a hair. “Please just RUN!” Bingo pleaded.

And with a convicted heart, she did.

She picked up Bingo’s bag of Items and ran as fast as she could.

As she ran, the robot reached for Bingo’s oxygen mask and ripped it off his face. He felt the oxygen leaving his lungs, as his body went limp…

Running, running, running. She ran and ran until she couldn’t run anymore.

She made it to an open field of dry dirt before collapsing to her knees.

She laid there on her back exhausted. 

The only other person on this forsaken planet, gone.

All will to live, gone.

Now nothing here was worth staying for. 

That’s when she reached for her oxygen mask…

The end.

Time to show off some of our more obscure book tastes

Title: The Fever King (Feverwake #1)

Author: Victoria Lee

Page length: 375

Synopsis: In the former United States, sixteen-year-old Noam Álvaro wakes up in a hospital bed, the sole survivor of the viral magic that killed his family and made him a technopath. His ability to control technology attracts the attention of the minister of defense and thrusts him into the magical elite of the nation of Carolinia. The son of undocumented immigrants, Noam has spent his life fighting for the rights of refugees fleeing magical outbreaks—refugees Carolinia routinely deports with vicious efficiency. Sensing a way to make change, Noam accepts the minister’s offer to teach him the science behind his magic, secretly planning to use it against the government. But then he meets the minister’s son—cruel, dangerous, and achingly beautiful—and the way forward becomes less clear. Caught between his purpose and his heart, Noam must decide who he can trust and how far he’s willing to go in pursuit of the greater good.

Where are u going to store this stuff ? 12-22-2021. Insecticides, rat poison, mouse traps, guns & ammo, more guns.

It isn't a Success story, it's a Survivor's story.

And it isn't over. ~Pricilla ♡

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I had a dream where it was one of those dystopian Korean films like parasite or squid game and it was about this Society of people where if you want to travel anywhere you have to take this underground elevator that takes you to different levels Underground and once you get to a level you have to pull this Stone tablet attached to a string that takes you to a different level underground and you have to keep doing this until by chance you pull the one that takes you above ground back to the surface world. So you're trapped in this underground elevator until you're lucky enough to pull the right stone tablet. And it's very rare but if you're really lucky and you pull a certain Stone tablet it'll take you to a higher level above the surface level that is for a higher Rich class of people and you get to eat fancy rich people food. Because of the system of travel you are separated from the people you're with and it will be very rare that you see them again.

The Apocalyptic Future

I regarded the group of disturbed individuals I was keeping company. Each had their own messed up story as to how they found themselves here. How we found each other. Souls drawn together for some unknown reason on some unknown path.

Kira was the first. Perhaps it was Kör? They met in some way, I just don’t know how or when. What I do know is that the two of them were stolen from their tribes after it had been destroyed by the Skrii. The became slaves in Saltcisie, where Kira’s visions and dreams lead them to their escape.

Kira and Kör found Grey aimlessly wandering in an acid swamp. She was searching for anyone left from her tribe. When she was 10 she ran off to escape her cleaning duties. Upon her return, everything was wiped out. Not a soul breathed, not even the creatures they called pets. Since then, she’s wandered. That is, until Kira’s visions found her.

Erin was next. She was abandoned as a baby. Left in the Forest of Lost Souls to die. The animals that lived there adopted her as their own, as her shape-shifting tricked them into thinking she was one of them. She has become attached to Grey since they met, since Grey has been teaching Erin how to speak.

And then there is Novah. Bubbly and bright eyed, her specialty of weapons doesn’t fit her personality. Unlike most in the hash landscape we live in, she was fortunate to have a loving family. Unfortunately, like most, they died at the hands of the Skrii. How she managed to escape their wrath, I don’t know. Every now and then I catch her staring into the campfire during her shift, eyes glazed over with her signature smile wiped away.

Five lost, broken, and just plain fucked up strangers, and me. The useless one. With no memory prior to a couple weeks ago, when Kira found me curled in a fetal position in a ditch. The only thing I knew was my name. Aaro. I can’t fight, don’t have a Talent to speak for, in other words, useless. These five fucked up strangers are the only thing between me and certain death. That begs the question, why are they helping me? Where are we going?

I have a gut feeling that we don’t know what the fuck we’re doing...

NOVAH

Novah grew up in a wasteland not far from the Acid Patch, the largest known acid swamp. She lived with her loving parents, who kept her as hidden as they possibly could. Consequently, she had no friends and spent most of her time alone in the bunker they called home or in the Acid Patch.

Her time was spent practicing something. Sketching didn’t require much material. She could scrape designs in the barren ground or take bits of charcoal from the fire and draw on the bunker walls. The home was covered in drawings. When space ran out, she would wipe her least favorite work of art and start anew. On her 13th birthday, her parents managed to get their hands on an old blank journal, which Novah treasured dearly. 

In addition to the sketches she drew in this journal, Novah documented her findings and fascinations of the Acid Patch. She fashioned herself a pair of boots on metal platforms so she could walk through the acid puddles and ditches without getting burned. She drew maps of the landmarks and detailed explanations of the coloring and strength of each puddle. She noted permanent bogs and seasonal ponds and puddles. And because of her knowledge, she was one of the few who could venture far into the Acid Patch. This became her quiet place, her place to practice her Talent.

Novah’s Talent was summoning bladed weapons. Knives, swords, spears, axes, anything with a razor sharp blade on it. Out of boredom she practiced so much that she became quite skilled and experienced. When her parents where home, they taught her defense combat, in case a wanderer with ill intention showed up. Her father was a leader in the Wasted War, and he taught Novah strategies and battlefield concepts. She became a master in close combat and an excellent strategist.

Her world was simple and easy to understand. Not many wanderers stumbled across the bunker, and the family was not plagued by Skrii attacks. Unbeknownst to Novah, the reason for this was a deal her parents made long ago. When she was less than a year old, the Skrii ransacked the camp she and her family where in. Novah’s mother had been involved in a few exchanges with the Skrii when she was a teenager, so the Skrii offered to make a deal. The Skrii came with a man name Mordoa, who’s Talent was identifying Talent class and future potential of others. Mordoa saw Novah’s talent and potential for combat. The Skrii offered protection to Novah and her protection under the condition that Novah become a Skrii member and join their numbers on her 16th birthday. Her parents had no choice.

The following year, the Skrii visited the family bunker and tattood the Skrii mark on Novah’s arm. Her parents never explained why she possessed this tattoo, but they told her that she had to hide the mark from anyone she came across, as they might try to kill her.

On her 16th birthday, her parents were frantic. They told Novah to hide somewhere in the Acid Patch, and not to return until the smoke of the bunker fire disappeared. Novah did as told, and spent a fortnight wandering in the Acid Patch, surviving on birds and other creatures that died in the puddles. The Skrii gave up the search, killed Novah’s parents and stuck them on pikes outside the bunker. 

Novah returned to the bunker, starved and exhausted, to find her parents’ corpses. She ran, horrified, until she couldn’t run further and collapsed in a pile. For two years she traveled from city to village to city again, searching for something. The only item she had from home was the journal. 

That’s when Kira found her...