(Current Sounds: (in my head) I'll Be There - Mariah Carey)
Story Tale: Patience's Little Mishap
Chapter 7: Entering Ruin
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Princess Patience, Jack the Not-So-Courageous, Jack's Steed named Poosh and Malice the Other Prince was now traveling to wherever the wind took them.
(It's the only GOOD excuse I could come up with for these poor underlings)
Well really, Patience was trying to find the root of her stirring worries by trying to 'vanquish the terrible feeling' out there.
Jack and his steed were looking for a good place to regain Jack's courage. And maybe to get Poosh a good major role someday.
Malice, on the other hand, decided to tag along, even though he knew 'there were other things to do than this.' The earring he received from Patience now was snapped onto his left ear, but his sense of getting out of this situation still didn't surface. He couldn't understand WHY he took pity on the princess (definitely not Jack. He was a chicken). So trying to find why he tagged along was his main objective.
The almost perplexing group (well, come on! Poosh was a MAN-steed) made their way across some fields of gold, ever flowing rivers and forests with trees that touched the sky.
That's a lot of traveling.
Anyways, after about 4 days on the unfamiliar roads, Patience and the gang had reached the outskirts of a town.
The town of which you should remember from last time: Vacillaite.
They entered the almost deserted town, the front entrance gates rustling like iron-clad bones in the dead-pan breeze. Jack was shivering from his puny crown nestled on top of his carrot-top hair, to his flimsy boots (both from the deathlike cold and just being in a ghosttown that was freaking him out).
Malice shook off the town's 'welcoming' atmosphere, frowning at the mangled state of the houses. The town looked like it was rushed off to be abandoned.
As they reached the center of the town, with the city square's floor scattered with fragments of rainbow-colored glass. Patience was aware to watch her step from the sharp, jagged pieces that jutted out from the rubble.
They stopped to look upwards to the old clock tower, looming over them like a mighty giant. A benumbed silence resulted in their distressed state.
"... Eh, where are we?" Patience finally whispered out into the destitute silence.
Then, out of the dilapidated houses, a flood full of grueling guards, armed with spears, shields and lances, surrounded the ragtag team.
Malice shielded the young princess with his dark purple cloak while Jack dissembled himself behind Poosh's shadow.
As another uncomfortable silence of the odds followed, Malice took a calm breath and spoke up.
"What do you want?!"
The guards stood their ground, inarticulate about answering.
Then, the horde of guards rippled to make way for a foreign figure to make its way towards the four. A giant of an object, in fact.
His lumbering figure stomped its way into the crowded throng of sharp spears and lances. Whatever boots he wore must've been made solely out of diamonds, because they made a sickening crunching sound when he took his huge steps.
Malice's eyes widened in surprise when the figure finally came in front of him.
Pooma the Very Scary Captain of the Vacillaite Guards grinned violently down at the new insectoids.
"Fiiiiinally. Somebody to actually question around here."
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more to come :9
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