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The City of Solitude - Chapter 3: Welcome to Saurral Manor
ART BY:
Nishi
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Cappy, Fritter, Scuttle, and Bubble all leapt from their seats to make a run for it with their parents.
“Come on, mom!” cried Bubble. “We got to get out of here.”
“Why?” she asked. “Why should I?”
The other children were getting the same response from their parents.
“Nuts!” cried Scuttle. “Why won’t anyone listen?”
Cappy shrieked as he cried, “No! No! Mommy! Daddy!”
Lucky joined his friends and stated, “We’ve got to get out of here before whatever is messing with our parents and everyone else gets us, too!”
“I can’t leave my momma!” cried Fritter with tears in his eyes.
TICK-TACK-TICK-TACK!
“HOLD YOUR BREATH!” cried a strong, tired voice that was accompanied by hard and fast footsteps. “DON’T BREATHE IN THE MIST!”
The kids gasped and froze in place upon hearing the request.
TICK-TACK-TICK-TACK!
The children felt a strong breeze go by as a tall, bird like creature in a black and white cloak rushed past them toward the front of the room.
“COLLECT AND COME TO ME, FOUL MIST!” he commanded as he outstretched his wings.
FWOO-WOO-WOO-WOO-WHISH
The kids watched as the purple mist spiraled about in the air and collected itself into a shiny deep purple colored blob before the bizarre blue bird. He then opened his eyes, pulled an empty, glass bottle from his cloak, and held the open end outward as he gestured with his free wing for the cloud of mist to come towards him.
FWEEEEE-ISP
POP!
Before the children could completely grasp what was going on, the large bird had somehow gotten all the purple mist into the glass bottle and slammed a wooden stopper on top of it.
“Ungh,” groaned the blue bird as he fell to the ground behind the altar.
“Cappy, Fritter!” exclaimed Lucky. “Stay here with the grown-ups.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Cappy.
Lucky stomped his foot upon the floor and replied, “Find out what ruined my daddy and Binky’s special day!”
“Yeah!” cried Scuttle. “I want answers!”.
Bubble could tell Cappy and Fritter were not comfortable with what Lucky and Scuttle wanted to do.
“I’ll keep them out of trouble,” she said. “I promise.”
“Please do,” whimpered Cappy. “I don’t wanna’ be all alone.”
Fritter began to cry as he cuddled into his blue friend and said, “No, no.”
“Rest assured,” she said while walking after the two boys. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.
***
Emino put his wing over his aching leg as he worked to catch his breath.
“I’m too late,” he gasped.
“Hey!” cried Lucky as he, Scuttle, and Bubble dashed towards Emino. “What have you done to my daddy?”
“Yeah!” cried Scuttle. “Start talking!”
Emino looked towards the little ones who were fast approaching him.
“Wait,” he gasped. “I’m on your side.”
Bubble, Scuttle, and Lucky positioned themselves around the robed, blue bird.
“What?” Bubble asked. “Our side?”
“You better start talking!” demanded Scuttle as he glared into Emino’s large, green eyes.
Emino got up and looked about the room before replying, “My name is Emino. And I am afraid I am too late to help a majority of those who are in attendance here today.”
“What do you mean?” asked Bubble.
“What I mean,” he replied. “Is that a dark force has invaded your world before I could stop it.”
Lucky looked towards his father and Binky. Both appeared as if they were about to fall asleep as they toddled about with blank expressions on their faces.
“What exactly is going on?” he asked.
Bubble turned to face the crowd who she could see were mostly mumbling, wobbling about, or sitting with their heads dipped down in their chairs.
“Yeah!” she exclaimed. “What’s going on here?”
Emino seemed oblivious to the question as his eyes caught sight of more purple mist creeping into the room.
“I’ll explain later,” he said with concern. “We don’t have much time and I need your help now.”
“Okay,” said Lucky. “What do we do?”
“First off,” he stated, “Do you know where I may be able to acquire some magical stones? Preferably rubies, emeralds, sapphires, diamonds, etc.”
Lucky thought for a moment and stated, “The manor’s museum has lots of magical rocks and stuff.”
“Excellent!” exclaimed Emino as he used his psychic powers to lift Lucky up over his shoulders. “Take me there!”
“What about us?” Scuttle asked. “I’m not just going to stand around and wait for whatever it is to get me, too!”
Emino nodded in agreement and said, “You’re right. My psychic powers have detected that a number of other children in attendance have not been affected by the force’s power.”
“Really?” asked Bubble. “How do you know?”
“Trust me,” Emino said. “I want you two to get your younger friends and find as many of the kids who have not been tainted by this curse and get them to the lowest floor of this building.” He then faced Lucky and asked, “You do have a basement, right?”
Lucky nodded and said, “Yes.”
“We know where it is,” said Scuttle. “You can count on us!”
“Then let’s get to it!” proclaimed Emino. “Now where’s this museum at, Lucky?”
“Huh?” asked Lucky. “How do you know my name?”
“My psychic powers let me see into your mind,” Emino replied. “You need only think of the directions to the museum and I’ll get us there faster than you can say, ‘Filbert the Adventurer is my favorite storybook hero.’”
Emino and Lucky then quickly made their way for the flight of stairs that lead to the second floor as Scuttle and Bubble headed off to rejoin Cappy and Fritter.
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Cappy, Fritter, Scuttle, and Bubble all leapt from their seats to make a run for it with their parents.
“Come on, mom!” cried Bubble. “We got to get out of here.”
“Why?” she asked. “Why should I?”
The other children were getting the same response from their parents.
“Nuts!” cried Scuttle. “Why won’t anyone listen?”
Cappy shrieked as he cried, “No! No! Mommy! Daddy!”
Lucky joined his friends and stated, “We’ve got to get out of here before whatever is messing with our parents and everyone else gets us, too!”
“I can’t leave my momma!” cried Fritter with tears in his eyes.
TICK-TACK-TICK-TACK!
“HOLD YOUR BREATH!” cried a strong, tired voice that was accompanied by hard and fast footsteps. “DON’T BREATHE IN THE MIST!”
The kids gasped and froze in place upon hearing the request.
TICK-TACK-TICK-TACK!
The children felt a strong breeze go by as a tall, bird like creature in a black and white cloak rushed past them toward the front of the room.
“COLLECT AND COME TO ME, FOUL MIST!” he commanded as he outstretched his wings.
FWOO-WOO-WOO-WOO-WHISH
The kids watched as the purple mist spiraled about in the air and collected itself into a shiny deep purple colored blob before the bizarre blue bird. He then opened his eyes, pulled an empty, glass bottle from his cloak, and held the open end outward as he gestured with his free wing for the cloud of mist to come towards him.
FWEEEEE-ISP
POP!
Before the children could completely grasp what was going on, the large bird had somehow gotten all the purple mist into the glass bottle and slammed a wooden stopper on top of it.
“Ungh,” groaned the blue bird as he fell to the ground behind the altar.
“Cappy, Fritter!” exclaimed Lucky. “Stay here with the grown-ups.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Cappy.
Lucky stomped his foot upon the floor and replied, “Find out what ruined my daddy and Binky’s special day!”
“Yeah!” cried Scuttle. “I want answers!”.
Bubble could tell Cappy and Fritter were not comfortable with what Lucky and Scuttle wanted to do.
“I’ll keep them out of trouble,” she said. “I promise.”
“Please do,” whimpered Cappy. “I don’t wanna’ be all alone.”
Fritter began to cry as he cuddled into his blue friend and said, “No, no.”
“Rest assured,” she said while walking after the two boys. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.
***
Emino put his wing over his aching leg as he worked to catch his breath.
“I’m too late,” he gasped.
“Hey!” cried Lucky as he, Scuttle, and Bubble dashed towards Emino. “What have you done to my daddy?”
“Yeah!” cried Scuttle. “Start talking!”
Emino looked towards the little ones who were fast approaching him.
“Wait,” he gasped. “I’m on your side.”
Bubble, Scuttle, and Lucky positioned themselves around the robed, blue bird.
“What?” Bubble asked. “Our side?”
“You better start talking!” demanded Scuttle as he glared into Emino’s large, green eyes.
Emino got up and looked about the room before replying, “My name is Emino. And I am afraid I am too late to help a majority of those who are in attendance here today.”
“What do you mean?” asked Bubble.
“What I mean,” he replied. “Is that a dark force has invaded your world before I could stop it.”
Lucky looked towards his father and Binky. Both appeared as if they were about to fall asleep as they toddled about with blank expressions on their faces.
“What exactly is going on?” he asked.
Bubble turned to face the crowd who she could see were mostly mumbling, wobbling about, or sitting with their heads dipped down in their chairs.
“Yeah!” she exclaimed. “What’s going on here?”
Emino seemed oblivious to the question as his eyes caught sight of more purple mist creeping into the room.
“I’ll explain later,” he said with concern. “We don’t have much time and I need your help now.”
“Okay,” said Lucky. “What do we do?”
“First off,” he stated, “Do you know where I may be able to acquire some magical stones? Preferably rubies, emeralds, sapphires, diamonds, etc.”
Lucky thought for a moment and stated, “The manor’s museum has lots of magical rocks and stuff.”
“Excellent!” exclaimed Emino as he used his psychic powers to lift Lucky up over his shoulders. “Take me there!”
“What about us?” Scuttle asked. “I’m not just going to stand around and wait for whatever it is to get me, too!”
Emino nodded in agreement and said, “You’re right. My psychic powers have detected that a number of other children in attendance have not been affected by the force’s power.”
“Really?” asked Bubble. “How do you know?”
“Trust me,” Emino said. “I want you two to get your younger friends and find as many of the kids who have not been tainted by this curse and get them to the lowest floor of this building.” He then faced Lucky and asked, “You do have a basement, right?”
Lucky nodded and said, “Yes.”
“We know where it is,” said Scuttle. “You can count on us!”
“Then let’s get to it!” proclaimed Emino. “Now where’s this museum at, Lucky?”
“Huh?” asked Lucky. “How do you know my name?”
“My psychic powers let me see into your mind,” Emino replied. “You need only think of the directions to the museum and I’ll get us there faster than you can say, ‘Filbert the Adventurer is my favorite storybook hero.’”
Emino and Lucky then quickly made their way for the flight of stairs that lead to the second floor as Scuttle and Bubble headed off to rejoin Cappy and Fritter.
Category All / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 358 x 237px
File Size 33.9 kB
*Blush* This is but the tip of the iceberg for this story. Though I didn't have time last week to continue my edits since I had doctor's appointments away from home.
Thanks for your time in reading the beginnings of City of Solitude. I should have Chapter 4 up later today with at least Chapter 5 done by week's end if not also Chapter 6.
What helps is that the story is already written. All I'm doing is fixing it the best I can from the style I used in 2008 to the style I'm using now in 2014. :)
As an artist I know you'll appreciate being able to see how you've evolved over a period of time. It is really a wonderful feeling to go back and see something you felt was super awesome years ago in which was once believed to be "As good as it gets" and know you did find a way to make things even better at present day.
Something I like seeing from artists, like yourself, is when you reach a point where you truly notice great improvement in your style. This brings you to go back to one of your first works and redo it to see how your improved style would change what was already shared. It's impressive the amount of differences you can notice in which range from time to completion to specific features you find to be your strong points now compared to back then. :)
Thanks for your time in reading the beginnings of City of Solitude. I should have Chapter 4 up later today with at least Chapter 5 done by week's end if not also Chapter 6.
What helps is that the story is already written. All I'm doing is fixing it the best I can from the style I used in 2008 to the style I'm using now in 2014. :)
As an artist I know you'll appreciate being able to see how you've evolved over a period of time. It is really a wonderful feeling to go back and see something you felt was super awesome years ago in which was once believed to be "As good as it gets" and know you did find a way to make things even better at present day.
Something I like seeing from artists, like yourself, is when you reach a point where you truly notice great improvement in your style. This brings you to go back to one of your first works and redo it to see how your improved style would change what was already shared. It's impressive the amount of differences you can notice in which range from time to completion to specific features you find to be your strong points now compared to back then. :)
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