this is one of the older pieces I have written, and it's written in a very bad way. Also, I will either remove the character Emika, or rename her, for maybe obvious reasons :3
>> Erundur and Emika are walking down the dirt road they’ve been told to follow by the navigator, on the island northeast of the port city. Name?? Unknown, thus far. What they are supposed to find here?? Unknown, thus far.
> As the viscountess, her voice, and his spirit walk along the road, the terrain gets rougher and rougher. They slowly walk up a hill of quite some size, and the grass keeps becoming taller and taller around them. As they walk further along the road, the grass reaches their height, and yet it keeps growing, obscuring everything but the path, and the walls of grass surrounding them. It’s multiple people tall at this point, and hangs over them, creating a warm, moist tunnel of dirt and grass, brewing in the summer sun. Crickets can be heard, insects are crawling everywhere, including on arms and legs.
Emi:
> Even if the grass forms a tunnel, that tunnel is several meters wide and high. As they keep walking up the hill, they see some daylight clearly shining through.
Emi:
Eru: I think so??
> the bird jumps off the vessel’s head, and flies forward, toward the light, only to sit there, waiting for the two humans to catch up, impatiently.
Eru: no. it’s not the end....
> as Emika and Erundur the vessel catch up, they realise what it was. A heavy-iron gate, wide open, in the middle of the grass. Further to both sides, the gate extends into fences, fully wrapped in grass.
Emi: well.. a gate must mean something...
> they walk further, and a mouse runs past. slowly, the grass seems to become less thick. They start feeling wind, and see some more sunlight shining through. The tunnel of grass makes a turn, and a fox is sitting just behind it, quickly running into the thick grass when it’s noticed. Another turn, behind which..
A fully open space, a small stone fountain, green from the algae, is making a clattering noise. Behind it, a wide, wooden house, without any second story from the looks of it. Wild flowers are everywhere, bees are buzzing around, a few lone trees, and a large elk is staring at the new visitors.
The only paths to be found are made by trampling grass, by either people or animals.
Emi: this person.. must like nature?? let’s go to the house, shall we??
Eru: alright. though I have a feeling I might know who lives here.
Emi: oh?? an old friend??
Eru: not as much a friend as a vague aquaintance. someone I worked with for a little bit.
> they walk to the door, and knock. something is shouted from behind the door, and half a minute later, the door is opened by an older lady of wide posture. Behind her, in the hall, stands an elephant. Emika, though, has never seen, never even heard of such an animal.
((from now on, everything will be in Quoçiaolãç, unless otherwise mentioned))
Emi:
Eru: Callocchi!!
> the elephant walks closer, and the woman stares intensely. Erundur flaps his wings. Then, the woman gasps.
Cal: Erundur..
Eru: yes!! it’s me!!
Cal:
Eru: ah.. she’s the official diplomat.
Cal: fine. Come in.
> The room is wide, and Erundur, Emika, and Callocchi sit down. A servant comes in, bringing some wine.
Cal: that’s local wine. This island is one of the few places left where they can grow. Anyway, that’s not what you’re here for.
First of all, this language we’re speaking, we banned it. Your dear sister did, that is. Don’t use it in public. Secondly, you survived, as did the northern shamans and their land, it seems??
> Erundur nods
Cal: and now you’re back here.. why??
Eru: ah, well.. the people I live with nowadays, they discovered that Ankxa still existed. They sent a ship here, and I went along to see how the Ngimonians are doing, how the spirits are, and also how my sister is.
C:
> Emika shifts uncomfortably, not understanding a word of the conversation.
Emi:
Eru:
C: obviously.
Eru: ah, sorry. but.. you didn’t need me.. I wasn’t needed at all. I barely did anything, and the plans were long done anyway. And the people seem to be safe, and the spirits seem to still be around
C: sure. there is only seven of us left, I’ll let you know. Most left after you did, there being precedent. And when our numbers dwindeled..
Eru: who is still left?? you.. Oesala.. who else?? Ñiettaquoua??
C: Oesala is gone, you weak excuse of a blackbird. You don’t deserve even half her name..
Eru: huh.. Oesala was the most dedicated of all, though.. where did she go??
C: nobody knows. after the people had migrated, and were safe, she disappeared, probably cut herself from her host to forget the sadness, because you selfishly left her,
Eru: I.. What?? she’s dead??
C: and you are the one who killed her. The Ngimonians, they know it. They call you Erundur the Traitor.
> the elephant stops with her legs on the ground
C: I am showing you basic courtsey because I thought maybe you’d show some remorse, but.. you should leave. My house, my garden, my island, my continent. Go back from whence you came.
Eru:
Emi: ah. so you’re finally gonna explain what the two of you have been talking about??
Eru: yes. my sister, she’s dead, or the closest thing to it. It is my fault.. now..
> Erundur stands up, tears in his eyes. Emika grabs his arm and keeps him there.
Emi: don’t just leave like that. We can talk abou-
> Erundur pulls his arm free, and turns away. Emika grabs him again
Emi: and where do you think you’re going, voice?? you have duties. be my voice.
> Erundur pulls himself free, and starts shouting
Eru: as if I’d care about your pathetic ‘diplomatic mission’!! do you care whether the traders’ guild starts exploiting this land today or in a year. You don’t. and my sister is dead.
> he walks away, into the garden, leaving a confused Emika with the elephant, unable to talk with eachother.
E’: are you alright??
>> Erundur is crying in Callocchi’s garden. They walk around between the stones, the moss, the grass and bushes. Spirit and vessel talk with eachother
E: Obviously not!! can’t you even slightly sense my emotions, vessel??
E’: I can. you don’t have to explain. May I suggest something??
E: well??
E’: we could fly around a little, maybe look for someone cute or cool to play with, or we could see if we can find your old friend Ñiettaquoua??
E: no use. He probably left too, or died. And we don’t speak the language.
E’: ah..
E:
E’: or.. let me take control for a bit
> Erundur lets him, and he leads them to a large rock, laying around in the garden. He channels the spirit’s magic, and throws the rock high in the air. Then, he grabs the dagger on his waist, a beautiful piece crafter from true bronze.
E’: my lord. decimate this rock before it hits the ground.
> The spirit slowly takes control of the body, stands still for a second.
Then, the spirit flies up, as the vessel jumps inhumanly high after him. The bird circles the rock, and the vessel curves backwards, forming momentum, about to explode.
Charging with the dagger from behind his back, the vessel suddenly throws the dagger at the rock, at magic-infused speed.
The rock shatters into pieces, but the dagger has barely lost any speed. The bird catches the dagger, and the human grabs the largest pieces of loose rock now flying freely through the sky. The bird grabs the dagger in his feet, and moves himself using his magic, slashing the dagger through the pieces of rock at incredible speeds, as the human holds the increasingly dust-like rocks between his hands.
Once done, the human throws the dust around him in the air, as he approaches the ground quickly.
When he lands back on the ground, he strikes a cool and edgy pose. The bird lands on his shoulder, as the larger pieces of rock hit the ground around them, like hailstones.
The finer dust floats in the air, orange, illuminated by the setting sun. Orange, like the beak of the spirit. Orange, like the clothes of the vessel. Orange, like the bronze of the dagger that created the it.
E’: how was that, my lady??
E: it was amazing.
E’: let’s get Emika now