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Paladin of Dust: A Shining Beacon Part 3
Jaune was doing his best to clear the area of the girls shouting match. Experience had taught him that trying to play peacemaker would only add fuel to the fire. Double checking his gear in his locker before sleep was sounding like an exceptional idea. Hearing a muffled laugh he glanced at the far wall and almost tripped as for a moment he could have sworn he saw two of his younger sisters. A second glance revealed it was Umber chatting happily with a red haired girl just enough taller then her sitting to make the mistaken impression.
Nodding his head he relaxed and started walking again before an even worse realization hit him, he increased his pace to get to the locker room and his Scroll that everyone had been ordered not to bring with them into the ballroom for the night.
Getting to his locker he quickly punched in the access code and grabbed his Scroll out of his pants pocket, his folded clothes falling to the floor in his haste. Quickly he started searching through his photo albu
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Paladin of Dust: A Shining Beacon Part 2
He hadn't missed her insinuation or her light laughter but unless he just walked into the plot of one of the light novels his sisters seemed to enjoy so much there was no way a cute girl would just happen to walk up to him with the right spell to help with his motion sickness. However she wasn't doing anything other then helping him so unless he wanted to get sick and embarrass himself, aside from being a total ass, he couldn't exactly run off.
As the large airship settled in to the sky dock Jaune smiled at the girl and grew more certain he was stuck. While she did let go of his hand, Umber made no move to leave the ship with the others while he waited to recover his equilibrium. So he finally decided to point towards the door and walk with her off of the ship.
Walking out onto the sky port they came up to the crossroads of several paved paths leading from various airships just in time to see a little Gothic Lolita redhead loose her balance and crash into a trolley full of secure cases
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Paladin of Dust: A Shining Beacon Part 1
"You can never catch The Mysterious Fox!" The boy's shout was followed almost immediately by a series of splashes. She glanced at her sister before both of them ran over to the top of the wet grass covered slope leading to the stream and found the mask wearing boy, who had distracted the trappers with water balloons before running off, dangling from a rope swing.
"Um hi?" The girls giggled at his lame opening before her sister leaned against the tree to reach out with the walking stick they had been using to spring snares that morning. Her sister snagged the rope with the hooked end of the stick and she wrapped her arms around her sister's waist so they could pull together to bring their rescuer back to safety. She had to struggle not to sneeze as when her sister shifted to take the boy's hand for the final pull the tips of her sister's red ponytail brushed against her nose.
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Terumune
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Hello and a very happy welcome to anyone stopping by this strange corner of the internet. I am Telzin1924, lover of the talented, gifted, and strange, and a writer looking to inject the world I've spent well over twenty years of my short life of twenty five years creating, shaping, and transforming into something worthwhile into the body of chaos and anarchy that is the internet where I hope to inspire and entertain.
I am also someone that since before I could actually write created and had grand and epic stories acted out with my childhood toys that would go on to later fuel my mind and drive me to hold onto one of the few piece of my life I consider sacred. It is through these wondrous adventures and the professions of my parents as writers that shaped my life and made me want to impart the written word if only so I didn't end up forgetting my wondrous stories and that I would be able to share the sanctuary that saved and helped me through the darkest points of my life.
Unfortunately, I am neither as smart nor experienced in ways of the written word as I make myself out to be, especially since while I do find myself recovering and getting much better, writing has turned from my luxury and salvation into something different, something that I placed too much hope on and put too much effort into that it has become something that I feel will likely pay off long after I am dead.
I will always have more to perfect, learn, and polish in my craft and find that the more I learn the less creative and imaginative I become.
I do not know what I hope to achieve with this DeviantArt Profile, but I do know that it is my poor attempt at keeping up what little talents I have.
It's a pleasure to meet you and I wish you the best. Thank's for reading!

 By Terumune O'Kennedy
 
 Flight through the Dark

    Another painful breath pushes Gen of Azariah through the pitch black maze of the forest, moving fast as he dares along forgotten paths that go deeper into the mysterious and forgotten dark. Were it not for the adrenaline coursing through his veins and his fear for his precious cargo driving him harder through the terror of a seemingly endless void, Gen might just have a better idea of where he was going, but the only light to guide his way came from the burning castle behind him.

    The death cries of King Graham and the final whispered command of Princess Yvette rang in Gens memory yet again. “Save them Gen. Keep them safe!”

    Gen spares a quick look to the children protectively cradled beneath his arms: the wide eyed and terrified six year old Prince Narius, elder of the two children who fusses again at being handled so roughly by Gen’s sword arm. Instead of his blade, Gen keeps the child in a protective hold that kept the boy from being whipped by the branches Gen rushes past.

    The more he thought about it the more Gen realizes just how much of a disadvantage he was at should his suspicions prove correct and the murderers still close at hand. Gen wishes again he could draw his blood covered blade resting in its sheath but found his hands full with Narius under one arm and beneath his other arm the crying infant Princess Odette he kept cradled close to his chest.

    Gen’s ignores Narius fidgeting in his grasp. Frightened and confused about where his guardian was taking them through the dark forest, once again Narius asks where his parents were. Gen could only answer Narius’ questions with pained breaths as the blood flowing from the agonizing gash in his back pushed Gen on like a madman possessed by duty.

    Gen stops for a brief moment to listen for pursuers, the assassins wearing robes of black and bearing the warrior masks of a nation of people that as far as Gen knew should have been dead. Gen curses aloud, “Damn cowards.” Their brutality flashes yet again in his mind, a memory of the last he saw anyone related to the royal family trapped in a fight for their lives, save for the two children with whom Gen was able to pull from fire and death.

    The faint echo of footfalls belonging to what could only be the assassins came crashing fast through the forest hot on his heels, leaving Gen without choice but to fight his way through. Adjusting Narius to a position that would allow him to fight with his sword arm, Gen moves Narius to be carried on his back before swiftly unsheathing his sword in the same motion, prepared as well as he could be for the inevitable fight.

    Gen breaks the silence of the night by shouting to Narius, “Hold tight lad, things are about to get bumpy!”

    The killers in black move with practiced precision through the dark faster than Gen could actually see, only their silver blades and pale masks catching the light could be made out. The stains of blood along their blades from their earlier victims caught Gen’s eyes as the villainous figures made their way closer to finish their bloody work.

    Without warning his cargo, Gen surges down a random path, running as fast as he could manage with Narius clinging desperately to Gen’s neck, and could feel as the blood from his wound was making Narius slip around from the sudden shift in movements. Gen held Odette tight to his chest in a protective grasp as he slashes about blindly at where he could feel the dark figures were, their lethal intentions screamed out to his senses and allowed the old warrior to fight as though they were fighting during the day.

    With practiced form and skills learned from a lifetime of war and fighting across countless different fields in the dark and the light, Gen was able to hit several of them with lightning speed and lethal precision. The figures in black ran alongside Gen, striking back at the Gen with his skill and speed being the only things keeping him and the children alive.

    With a drive and desperation he didn’t know he still had in him, Gen fights desperately while he runs, slaying some and injuring others, but above all he continues running, doing his best to keep Narius from slipping from his back as he held the infant Odette in a grasp that almost fails several times with all the movements of Gen fighting as he ran.

    Gen wasn’t sure of the exact moment but he could feel Narius’ grip fail. The boy tumbles from his back, crashing to the ground with only a pained yell escaping the prince’s lips. Noting his charge’s sudden absence, Gen turns back to pick up Narius but stops dead when seven of the assassins still chasing him encircle the prince and cut off any chance for Gen to reach Narius.

    A pained rage surges through Gens very soul when he realizes the unfortunate choice he must make between Narius, trapped between the assassins bearing down for the kill, or Odette, where all he would have to do was leave and save the infant princess safely cradled in his arm. Looking to Narius’ and hearing his cries is impossible for Gen to ignore, but he does so, turning and leaving quickly as a deep well of sorrow and regret grips his very soul.

    Running at full speed once again with his sword drawn, Gen listened for the whimpers of Narius as long as he could until there came a blood curdling scream followed by the swift horrific sound of an explosion of energy familiar to Gen as magic, a magic belonging to the people that Gen believed to be gone from this world as he was personally responsible for sending a countless number of them to Hell, when his king commanded that he lead the armies of Azariah to slaughter them.

    Running along ancient forest paths until he spotted familiar ones, Gen takes a moment to look at the face of a crying Odette he held desperately in his arms. At least a piece of his sworn battle brother would live on, so leaving the royal family behind as Princess Yvette commanded Gen to do in their time of need wouldn’t have all been in vain.

     

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