Monday, August 30

An Exiled Destiny

let's get it started oh let's get it started!

errrr.yeah. yoyoyo let's kick this SHIT! .. do you guys even know the things i'm referencing? i hope so. Anyway this is a short story i wrote for someone who i now pretty much dislike (strongly) now. Still kinda a good story...... I guess.

"An Exiled Destiny"

Kaelith looked around for the faces he so dreaded to see, but found none. He slipped his body further into the kelp and various sea weeds that had helped entangle and hide him. So far his deep green flesh, spotted with brown had kept him from being noticed. Kaelith knew that they were patrolling the area, knew that they were looking for the thief and rogue and traitor to the kingdom.
Kaelith saw a slight movement to his right, in the very corners of his peripheral vision, and instinctively he tried to slide deeper into the vegetation. So far, luck had been with him. It had been a heavy, long chase, but he had come this far unscathed, if not unnerved. His heart jumped and his keen senses sparked every time he thought he felt an unnatural stir in the water, or saw a movement, or heard a distant noise.
The lithe boy fingered his stone daggers, felt their keen edge with his mind. Sea-weapons were not as strong as land-weapons. Metal rusted and wood decayed but stone lasted. The blade had to be sharpened regularly, and often the weapons had to be replaced, but it was the most reliable source of weaponry under the vast ocean waters.
Something moved again, this time to Kaelith’s left, and he was sure it was unnatural and pursuing him. He could move no further against the rocks, no further into the lush hiding place he had slipped himself into.
A crab scuttled across the ocean floor, but Kaelith was not to be deceived; something was there. A man, taller than Kaelith by at least a foot, a broader and more imposing figure than Kaelith himself, walked slowly past Kaelith’s hiding spot. The man was huge, with deep blue flesh and gray piercing eyes, long muscular legs and a fearsome slab of rock serving as a broadsword splayed across his back.
Another man, just as imposing and of the same color as the first slid into view to stand beside the other. Members of the Vaneilk tribe, it would seem Kaelith thought to himself. Just then the second man spoke, a deep and husky voice ringing from his lips.
"I don’t see him Valtek,. I don’t sense his presence. I think we should check again in those rocky caverns a mile back. I think he would have fled that way.”
"I don’t like it. He is deceptive, remember, a trickster and a thief, but I will return with you to check the caves once more.”
If Kaelith had had one ounce less of discipline he would have heaved a sigh, but he knew better, and not one sound slipped from his lips.
Kaelith knew the ways of trickery, and stayed hidden for an hour before he sent out mind-waves to scope his surroundings. You never knew who could sense the waves, and who couldn’t, and one had to be cautious of using them on the run, but there was no one around. They had indeed returned to the caverns.
Kaelith slid from the tickling seaweed and reveled in the open sea. He let his body open up to the ocean, and he could feel the change of Aquais’s gift within him. First came the expansion of his skin to form a hard shell, dense and enclosing his chest and upper legs. Then came the subtle shrinking and wrinkling of his soft green flesh to form the hard flesh he knew so well. His legs and arms shortened, and his neck grew longer, and finally his transformation was done.
Spikes protruded from the dome of his shell, long and vicious and razor sharp. His fingernails had turned to sharp but short claws, and his teeth had become flat and dull, perfect for munching on plants. With his new form he began to swim, as swift and naturally as a true turtle, seeking not a far away corner of the ocean, for no aquatic place was safe for him, but land.

As Kaelith slid his humanoid feet onto the shores of a strange land, he realized what his future would be like. The sun burned his oceanic flesh, and he had to lower his protective eye layer, giving his eyes a milky, glossed look. He was barely out of the water when he turned back to the sea and looked out upon its vast and curious beauty. He had never seen it from this perspective, but from now on this was the only perspective he would be viewing it from.
He was exiled, banished, a traitor to every tribe. The sea looked welcoming from the top, but he knew that it was a false lure.
The land felt unnatural to him, rude in its harshness. And barren most of all. He missed the encompassing feeling of the salt water encasing his body. He missed his home, and life before the Wars of Aquais.

brittany thinks really deep thoughts @ 8:29 PM

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