Mage Of Eternity

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Randomized Title: Mage of Eternity

Randomized Names:

Krishna CardozoAoide (Aye-oh-dee) Leofflæd (Lee-oh-flad) Delaney *

*Note: I almost re-randomized past this name–which I rarely do–because looking at it hurt my eyes, but the girl next to me at the coffee shop went through the trouble of looking up the pronunciation and I’d feel changing it so here it is.

NEW Randomized Songs:

Riptide – Vance Joy, Needed Me – Rihanna, Daydreaming – Radiohead, Pompeii – Bastille, Don’t Let Me Down – Chainsmokers, and Seven Nation Army – The White Stripes

Random Theme:

Fantasy/Suspense (whoops, forgot to crop the pic)

Time: 45 min

Go!

The bones in Aoide’s fingers were frozen together, making it hard to turn the pages of the library’s last tome. A small candle flickered before her dark eyes, caressing the long black strands framing her face as well as washing her skin of any color. It threatened to go out every five minutes or so, but a lazy flick of her wrist sent it ablaze once more. The only warmth provided to her was her passionate desire to find him. The man who could give her the power she needed.

Snap.

Aiode stiffened, eyes scrambling throughout the darkness to find the source. She was in the library of a castle buried beneath the surface of the earth–so deep that only a proper spell can get you in. Her white fingers tucked the dusty book into the silky satchel at her hip.

Lifting the candle high, she placed her hand directly over the flame. With a sharp hiss, “Augeo!”

Removing her hand, the fire expanded wide, illuminating the entire room. Her black eyes, alive with the red of the flames, scanned every inch of the library with precision. Broken shelves and askew books were seemingly her own company.

Except–

A furry creature scurried forward. It scratched at the stone, dark fur tipped with gold. It’s tiny ears pricked upwards as it got closer, revealing itself to be– a rat. Aoide’s eyes narrowed. One hand stilled the metal base of the candle, the other pulled forth a dagger from her bag.

“What are you doing here?” She demanded through clenched teeth, words falling like clouds from her lips. The little rodent cocked its head to the side, but didn’t appear to comprehend her words. It scurried about the floor, sniffing and scratching.

“I am no fool,” Aoide stepped forward, chest held high, “I have read hundreds of books on magic. Transmutation is not unheard of to me.”

The helpless creature fell over and rolled into a little furry ball. Aoide looked from side to side, wondering if perhaps this was a distraction. Bright light and dancing shadows. Her eyes returned to the furry creature, now hugging its own tail. It couldn’t be a simple animal, it just couldn’t be. Logically, nothing could survive here. Then again, she never heard of many other modern-day magic users that it could be. One in Transylvania, one in Canada, and her grandmother were all she knew. None of which ever believed the Mage of Eternity was real.

Kneeling down, Aoide replaced her dagger with a chunk of stone. If it really was a person…they wouldn’t let themselves get hurt simply to trick someone. She raised her fist above her head, hesitant at the possibility of harming the adorable creature that was currently on its back and kicking playfully in the air. She took a breath laden with ice in an attempt to strengthen her. It was her that would find the eternal mage, no one else. With a quick flick of her arm, the stone went sailing into the rodent’s skull. It let out one sharp scream, then collapsed. Aoide dropped the candle, hands covering her mouth in horror. The bewitched light dimly lit the unmoving creature. She ran to it, falling to her knees. Her hands gently rested on the soft fur.

It wasn’t moving.

“Oh god, oh god, i’m so sorry,” she whispered, lifting the animal in her arms. Think, think, think–Can I save it? She couldn’t breathe through the welling in her chest. Though she considered herself a jaded magic user, she couldn’t bear to see anything innocent hurt–even if its circumstances for existing made not the least bit of sense.

She carried it to the seat she had been reading on, placing the candle close to it (even though the heat it provided was minimal). Its fur was matted, stained with black goo. Her fingers pet between its ears–crack. Her finger sunk in a little, and she immediately pulled away. Oh god. She was never good at healing spells. It’s rib cage expanded, just the smallest bit. She had to try. Her palm pressed against its stomach “Deo cura est…” Light bloomed over the creature, starting at its center, reaching for–

Laughter echoed throughout the room, causing Aoide to bring her hands to her chest. The sound was high, mocking. The young mage locked her jaw.

“Who’s there?” Her ascent was slow, controlled, fingers facing upwards–ready for either a defensive or aggressive spell to guide them.

“Where have you been hiding?” It was a woman’s voice, deep, with the sharp characteristic of a villain. More laughter, “I thought there were only three others.”

Aoide forced her face to remain passive, “Clearly you were wrong,” She crinkled up her nose, “Are you going to remain hiding the rest of the conversation?”

“Sassy…” The light change color. Aoide looked to the candle behind her, seeing the icy blue flame replacing orange. It made the furry animal look like a cold corpse. She went to move it out of the way, but–the ceiling exploded, forcing her backwards. Or rather, something was spawned from the air in such an abrupt fashion that it pushed aside anything nearby.

Sitting on the cold stone, Aoide was forced to look up to the young woman before her. They looked to be the same age, with similar dark hair, only this girl had hers pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her clothes were fairly unassuming–red pants, a long black trench coat, and dark leather satchel.

“Oh sorry,” said the girl, puckering her lips, “I hope I didn’t scare you.”

“Trust me, you didn’t,” Aoide bluffed through her light blue lips. She stood on frozen knees, flexing her toes. “If anything, I’m baffled by your lack of manners.”

“How rude of me,” the girl exclaimed with a sigh, “Well let me introduce myself, at least. My name is Krishna. And you?”

Aoide looked her up and down with a frown. “Leofflæd,” she said casually. There was a book she read once that talked of spells you can cast if you learn a person’s first name. But, just in case “Krishna” was casting a detect lie, it wouldn’t be caught, since Leofflæd was, technically, her name–albeit her middle.

Leofflæd?” The girl cackled, “Your parents must have hated you.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Aoide  sneered. “Now, what do you want?”

She saw the hitch in Krishna’s breath, re-examining Aoide’s response, but she quickly pushed past it, “Same as you, I’m sure. The Mage…” Krishna stepped forward, causing Aoide to step back. “Who takes one pupil every few centuries.”

They both stared each other down, eyes narrowed. The air around them was suspended in motion, holding its breath.

Aoide shattered the silence, “What do you need him for?”

Krishna looked genuinely perplexed by the question. A half-smile spread across her lips, “A promise I made to someone. And, unfortunately, I don’t break my word.” There, for the first time since her grand arrival, the other girl’s face softened. She was trapped in a memory–

Memoria illius laqueo!” A white frost erupted from Aoide’s fingers, spraying Krishna’s face. The white mist splattered in the air, just before reaching Krishna’s skin. The girl’s eyes widened, taking a step back.

Dammit, Aoide’s lips pulled into a deep frown. She should have anticipated a shield. Krishna’s recovered, lips in a scowl, “So I guess we aren’t rock-paper-scissoring it?” Her pale hands wove together, a ball of green rolling within her palm. Aoide watched, half curious at the spell that she had yet to read about.

“I guess the question is…” Krishna’s ball got bigger, illuminating her face with sickly green, “How bad do you want it?”

Aoide bared her teeth, “You have no idea.”

The green ball went sailing towards her. Aoide flicked her wrist, causing the ball to stop mid-air, spinning uselessly. After three seconds, it spun backwards, returning to the user. Krishna growled, ‘grabbing’ the ball from the air. She pressed her palms together, but before it was completely smothered it exploded in her hands. She yelped, but it didn’t seem like the damage was too extreme.

Igniculus!” A flurry of sparks shot towards Krishna.

The other woman hissed, palms held outwards,“Pulsus!

A loud screech punched through the air, making the sparks explode between them. The sound sharpened, digging in Aoide’s ears, carving into her brain. She pressed her hands to the sides of her head, screaming to counteract the noise. While her hands were busy, Krishna shot an icy shard through the air. The coldness of the room slowed Aoide’s reflexes, and she felt a shot of ice rip through the outside of her ribs. She fell to her knees, still suffering from the screech. Surely it would end soon–spells can’t last too long. Another icy shard, headed for Aoide’s stomach. She jumped to her feet, but it tore through the outside of her thigh.

Blood was dripping down her right side, freezing as it touched the air. Shit, shit, shit! She was about as dead as the rat on the other side of the room.

The screeching stopped.

Aoide unclasped her head, immediately shooting ropes of fire to the other girl. Krishna jumped to the side, effectively dodging four of them–but the fifth wrapped around her elbow. Her jacket burst into flame. Krishna screamed, waving her arm frantically. Seeing her attempt at extinguishing the flame useless, she tossed both her satchel and her jacket to the floor, revealing a cropped black long-sleeve shirt. She immediately bent down to her satchel, set aflame by the jacket. “No, no, no–” Her hands were digging through the bag, wincing each time her hand made contact with the fire. Her arm reeled back, something in hand. Aoide paused, brows knit. It was a little stuffed cat–stained and missing an ear. Krishna held it close to her chest, panting. There was a love there that Aoide hadn’t seen before.

“Krishna!” Aoide screamed with a jarring abruptness. Krishna looked up, her hazel eyes alarmed.

Woosh!

The toy was ripped from her arms, and pulled into Aoide’s. It took a minute for her to process it–but Krishna’s face immediately darkened. “Give. It. Back.”

“If you agree to leave,” she was sure to add, “In a Promise.

“You’re sick,” Krishna spat. There was a heavy silence between them. Aoide squeezed the limp cat between her fingers. The other girl winced, taking a deep breath, “Fine.” She thrust her arm outwards, ready for the handshake. Holding the cat tight, Aoide stepped forward.

“No tricks,” Aoide said calmly.

“No tricks,” Krishna agreed. Their hands touched.

BOOM!

The power of both of their spells sent them flying backwards. The impact of the wall nearly knocked Aoide out. The world was distorted, and her ears were ringing. Something… there was some noise….something like… When her ears regained their function, she realized it was a scream. She looked to Krishna on the other side. Her arm was held up–what was left of it. Blood and bone was all that remained of her forearm. Aoide looked down to her own hand. All but her thumb was gone, obliterated to the bone. She stared at it, unable to process that it belonged to her. She flexed her hand, and watched as only her thumb pulled inwards.

Crimson pooled around both of them, the magic exciting the blood to keep pumping. No… No I… Her body was paralyzed.

An orange light burst from the other side of the room, drawing both girls’ gazes. The chair was glowing, the ball of light getting larger and larger. Aoide watched with a dumb expression, her face numb. The light disappeared, replaced by a man in tattered robes. Blood glistened through his dark hair, dripping down an aged face. His expression was empty, cold. The girls stared at him with such disbelief that their arms were forgotten. He shifted only slightly, before falling completely still.

Krishna’s head turned slowly towards Aoide. “Did you…kill… the Mage of Eternity?

The flame in the room dwindled into a tiny spark. Aoide closed her eyes, head falling back,

“…Fuck.”

The light went out.

 

The End

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Girl Without Time

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Random Title: Girl Without Time

Random Genre: girl-without-time

Random Names: Zhi StacyReilly Gagliardi, Khurshid Van Kann

Time: 45 min

Go!

Her fingers dashed across the keyboard in a near hum, underscoring the alarm blaring through the halls. The red lights lit up Zhi’s small form, her gold hair, and glimmered off of the equipment fastened to her pale skin. With each cry of the horn behind her, she pushed her fingers to move faster.

Lieutenant Stacy, you have been charge with high treason…

crack drew her pale blue eyes upwards, to witness the gradual collapse of the roof. Her eyebrows knit together–the first true sign of emotion she had yet to reveal. Please, Reilly, hang in there.

The crime of aiding an enemy species…

The thin screen in front of her was showing her nothing but errors and red signs. How they revoked her numbers so quickly was astounding to even her. They had only discovered her crime just an hour ago. The collar on her neck was pulsing with light, and it took all her willpower not to grab at it. It was a matter of time before it would kill her, but not before she saved Reilly.

Accusations of theft, bribery, smuggling and trafficking of a banned species...

She screamed, barely reeling her arm back from the chunk of obsidian that fell. Collapsing to the floor, she grabbed at her forearm. Her fingers…they weren’t moving. No, not now. Not when the ship is eating itself. She struggled to stand. An entire species will die if she doesn’t stop it. Her left eye whirred, adjusting the focus onto the millions of small numbers darting across the screen. The uninjured hand tried its best to keep up the pace prior, but was failing horridly.

And murder of a fellow Officer. Thus, you are to be given the same punishment as our enemy species…

Her fingers dug into the keys, her human eye filling with tears. Warm goo trickled between her fingers. She gave it a quick glance, ignoring the fact that her government uniform was ripped…by the bone protruding from her skin.

Lieutenant Stacy…You have been sentenced to…

She fell down, screaming in synchronization with the alarms.

Extinction.

Okay, okay, Her chest was heaving, Think. What else is there? The collar at her neck tightened, bringing her to a gasp. The alarms rung loud, the walls were crumbling, and the cold, composed officer was breaking down with the rest of the ship.

Zhi grabbed at her face, features twisted. Think, think, think. Her eyes glanced upwards, throat dry. The codes weren’t budging. She had to accept that. If she could not stop the ship from its self-destruction… She sprung to her feet with new life, darting down the hall. There should be an emergency escape pod. There had to be. Every ship is supposed to have one. The newer ships were so well-built that everyone simply forgot that they existed anymore. But there should be. She needed to find Reilly.

Reilly…The one creature to ever break Lieutenant Zhi Stacy, to fill a defeated woman with boundless stamina. She leaped up the stairs, reaching the cargo haul within a minute. That’s where she commanded Reilly’s people to go and wait. It was the most structurally secure location in the ship, and largest room to house her diminutive-populated species. Her uninjured arm slid the heavy door open.

The vast room held a collection of boxes against the back wall, and seemingly nothing else. “Reilly!” She screamed through ragged breaths, “Reilly, where are you?”

Silence.

“…Reilly?”

The ground shuddered and convulsed beneath her. “Reilly, where–”

“Lieutenant Zhi Stacy, is that you?” Click, click, click… The polished shoes of yet another officer of the Union stepped from behind a support beam. A young man with the proud stature of a hawk, and the round, intense eyes of a snake. He may have been handsome, if not for burn marks running from his lip to the back of his head. In the light, the white of his skull was visible through the thin flesh.

“Kurshid Van Kann…” Zhi spat on the ground, “I thought I killed you.”

“Oh, yes, so did I. But, alas, here I am.” His smile pushed the distorted flesh on his cheeks together in an accordion fashion. “But not without scars, I assure you.”

“What do you want, Kurshid? And where are the others?”

The young man cackled with the enthusiasm of a court jester. “If only you would have been here just a few minutes ago. You could have seen it.”

A chill clawed down her chest, to her stomach, to her knees–she was paralyzed. “What…What are you talking about?” Her voice, often so composed, dropped into the desperate whisper of a child, “Where’s Reilly?”

“Did it bring you pleasure, Lieutenant? To watch me fall to my death while you and your alien lover ran off into the sunset? Leaving me in the barren desert…bones and rocks spearing my body…”

Zhi’s cold fingers wrapped around the gun fastened to her side. “Kann, I killed you once, and i’m not afraid to do it again.”

His chuckle was low, “A pretty thing, you know, considering. How did you come up with the name Reilly?”

“Zhi?” The lithe creature laying beside her whispered, “Can I have a name? A human name?” Her bright purple eyes watched Zhi with an innocent wonder. The long rabbit-like ears at her side twitched impatiently, “Please, Zhi? I want to be like you. I want us to be normal. And.. happy.”

The brief flood of happiness soured the quaking fear, nearly making her vomit. Still, she kept herself collected. Her arm extended, gun focused on the head of the man before her, “Answer me.”

Another quake sent both of them reeling backwards. They didn’t have long.

“KANN!”

“Do you know how we unload the cargo room, Lieutenant?”

“What are you talking about?” Her eyes scanned the area, settling on the back wall. Behind all the boxes was a seam in the metal–meant to open outwards to receive any supply deliveries. All the muscles in her face fell.

“No, you didn’t–”

“One button and WOOSH! Like a vacuum, right into space.”

Her body was torn in a hundred directions. Fear, pain, heartache–Rage. Pure, blinding rage.

“You couldn’t imagine the suffering,” his voice low, “Of being gnawed on by insects you were too weak to swat away. And all the while I couldn’t wait for the day I–”

AAAARRRGGGG!” She pounced, hands clutching his throat. Even her crushed hand dug into his dark skin, revived by the pain that pumped through her entire body. His eyes bulged, breath strained. He swatted at her, but she slammed his head into the cold floor– Again and again and again, trying to dig a crater with his head.

“I like ‘Reilly’,” The pale blue creature whispered, “Yeah… I feel so human already.” She rested her head against Zhi’s shoulder, “I can’t wait until we’re far, far away from this place…”

Zhi stopped only to ram her fist in his skull as hard as she could.

Reilly pulled at her ears, “How can you like me, looking like this?” The dots across her cheeks lit up red, giving her the appearance of freckles. Zhi smiled, “I don’t.”

The Lieutenant was screaming. After the third hit, Kurshid finally threw her off. Her head bounced against the thick floor. Everything went hazy.

“What?” Reilly stood, ‘freckles’ ablaze. “I thought you said–“ Zhi pulled her back down and into her arms, “Because I love you, little rabbit.”

The rage launched her forward once more, but found only a foot in her ribs, knocking her back down. She screamed loud enough to deafen the alarms. It was not in pain, but the only way her mind could express, I’m going to kill you.

She forced herself to stand, only to collapse immediately, grabbing at her throat. It felt like she was breathing through a needle.

“Oh, I was wondering when that would kick in. It amuses me how the council couldn’t decide between strangling you slowly, or having you crushed to death.”

Her hands hovered above her collar, but she dare not touch it.

Kurshid’s hand grazed the back of his skull, pulling it forward to observe the blood smear. He took a breath, “Well, I suppose it’s time for me to go. Escape pod is down below, right?”

Zhi glared at him beneath sharp eyebrows. But she had no response–she couldn’t breathe. He walked past her with a smile, “You know, I’m almost glad you left me for dead. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this much satisfaction in my life.”

Her face was red, hands digging at her chest. If felt like her lungs were tearing themselves apart. The alarms echoed to her core. There must be something…

There. Her eyes fixed on the gun she so stupidly tossed aside in her rage. Without oxygen, however, her muscles didn’t want to move. No, come on. Shuddering along with the rest of the ship, she crawled towards it. It felt like she might as well have been crawling through the vacuum of space. It was so close, resting against a support beam, handle pointed towards her. If she were to die, he was going to die with her.

Chunks of haul were falling around her, the floor cracking open into a canyon. Crunch! She couldn’t scream this time, only choke. A small chunk of metal crushed her foot, snapping most, if not all, the bones within. The pain made it harder to breathe. No, no, focus! She was almost there. Only a yard away. Her fingers reached out with such determination it was surprising they did not stretch.

The floor beneath the gun popped upwards. Horror seized her chest.

It slid right into her hand.

The Lieutenant couldn’t ponder her luck, she didn’t have that luxury. Every bit of energy went into getting to her feet. Her knees went outward, and the only solid part of her foot was her heel. She slowly turned around, robotic eye searching for a target.

She didn’t have to look far.

He smiled before grabbing her wrist, trying to twist the gun from her grasp. She fought, waving her arm in any way she could manage. She was eventually stuck with her arm held straight upwards, his arm around her body–like they were about to dance.

“Lieutenant Stacy,” he whispered with a growing grin. “You know, before you left me to die… I’ve always wanted to take you dancing. Childish, I know, but us in the lower ranks always, well, had a bit of a crush.”

She just managed not to roll her eyes.

“Funny to see where we’ve ended up, huh? I used to want to impress you, but then, well, you killed me. It’s a shame, because–”

“K…K…” She was trembling. He leaned forward with a condescending smile.

“What was that, Lieutenant?”

“K…K…Kiss…M…Me…” She choked, smile mimicking his. His composure broke, face falling.

“Did you just…”

She nodded, keeping her smile. His eyes strayed to her lips, chest heaving like a giddy schoolboy, “I suppose I have the time…”

He leaned forward, covering her lips with his own, effectively cutting off any remaining air.

His hand relaxed over hers. He felt her smile.

She pulled the trigger, beam shooting upwards.

He pulled away, brows knit. “Why did you–”

Before he could finish his question, the roof finally collapsed and crushed them both.

 

The End!

You know, I always start out hoping it ends happily. And then…