Skyrim: DT's story 5: What Else has Claws?* * *
...And so, I made a few purchases, and sold off some of the things I didn't need, or want, such as those armour sets I'd gotten from dead people. As I left, I felt a little cheated by the shopkeeper, I KNEW the stuff I'd sold was worth more, and I've been ripped off... Never the less, I journeyed on...
Bleak Falls barrow was high up in the mountains, so, you know what that meant? It meant a hike.
"So many CLIMBS..." I thought to myself, as I made my journey. The path was made up of loosely cobbled stones, but as I travelled higher up the mountain, it gave way to dirt paths, then, just, snow. I paused for a moment, and looked over the view, it was something to admire...
...I would've done so all day, but I then smelt something in the air, smoky, hot, made my eyes sting and water: smoke. I looked, and saw it fly high into the air, coming from a tower in the distance.
"What's going on over there?" I asked myself, getting up, and headin
TLoS: LiM 25: How Little We Know...* * *
We return to our story in the Dragon Temple. Spyro has gone to see the other guardians about the mysterious red crystal; while Eve is a guardian herself, she is tasked with training the other dragons, as is Nexus, however, he was relived of duty on this perticular day, he claimed he was "not feeling well", although Eve wasn't convinced.
...The dragons were having a break, and Eve and Olivia were talking about Cynder's dissaperance...
"This is hitting Spyro even harder than when Cynder was turned into a baby." Eve informed Olivia. "He hardly speaks, or eats, or even sleeps now. He just sleeps for a few hours each night, then he goes to the gate, studying it and the broken crystal relentlessly. Then he'll give up for the night, and return home... He won't let any kind of sadness show. If we ask him, he gets defensive, and goes to his room, not being seen nor heard of for the rest of the day."
Olivia sighed. "He really does love her. Doesn't
TLoS: LiM 24: Crimelord REAL* * *
Meanwhile, back within our universe, new problems were emerging in darker underbelly of Warfang
"Now, Blizzard, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way "
The ice dragon gulped in fear. His legs were strapped down to a table, and two humans glared at him, one with a baseball bat, and the other an L-shaped tire iron, which he wacked against his hand threateningly.
"You owe our boss a load you know." One of them spoke. "That's not a wise thing to do."
"I, I I I know, but I've had some, some " Blizzard then roared in pain as the human sent the tire iron crashing down into his chest, winding him at the same time.
"Mr Kear is most disappointed that you failed to repay the loans And now, we'll have to "
"Alright gentlemen " Came a third voice Blizzard recognised. "Step back. I wish to speak to my dear, old, friend, Blizzard."
Then. The frost dragon's mouth went dry. "Oh my god D-Dis?"
DTT: Origins 18: The Sickness...* * *
The next day was, uneventful. I was awoken from my slumber at around 5 in the morning, and immediately set to work preparing and dishing up breakfast servings. But, there was a problem...
"Come on lad!" Meatsaw bellowed in his loud, yet encouraging way. "You've been in an out ta' focus for the past twen'ee minutes now! Yer' gunna' bloomin' 'urt yerself!"
"Yes Mr Harchence." I stammered. "Sorry Mr Harchence."
He smirked and shook his head. "An' don't ever call me Mr Harchence. I sound like me ol' man."
...Something was wrong. Very wrong. Something didn't feel right, inside me. I felt it when I first awoke, a deep pain in the pit of my stomach; at the time, I brushed it off as hunger, or at the worst case, seasickness. After all, I'd never been on a ship before, and I hadn't eaten since I was at the workhouse, several days ago.
...But even after my own breakfast, the pain wasn't shaken, and it began to feel like seasickness. Yet, at no point