F e l E s s e n c e:
Independent Bioluminescence S o u l:
Maya,
deity of illusions & dreams..
It was a bright summer’s day, full of heat, sweat and sun; with gnats that swarmed and thrived in heat- especially sweat.
Slap! For the umpteenth time, Arin clouted Damien’s face, with the excuse of killing a gnat. Damien flew off his
unicycle- again- and face-planted into the dirt… again. With a grunt and a weak push-up, Damien flopped back onto his butt and stared indignantly at the nearly androgynous creature that floated, smirking at him as if she had accomplished a great task. “You had a bug there,” she broke the silence with her teasing smile.
A short pause ensued in which a staring contest was held, then a streak of blonde- Damien leaped and tackled Arin. “I’ll get you for that! You have a bug here, here and here,” He growled playfully wrestling and smacking Arin. The flat-chested female finally wriggled her way out of the tussle, showering Damien with a chilling white fog. He laid flat on his back, staring up at the sky in exhaustion. The two caught their breath, sharing the same thought.
The day was lethargically humid and boring. There was only one thing to do.
“Let’s go on another adventure!” Arin’s voice reverberated though Damien’s head as her bright eyes flashed excitedly. Although she couldn’t completely control her powers of illusion, the two took the risk every now and then anyways; they were soon encased in a thick black fog as the raevan set them on another epic
expedition.
The night air was suddenly dense with wet, white fog. Squinting, Damien could see a titanic ghostly black form in the harbor. Hands shot out of the mist and grabbed him, making him jump a good foot in the air, before realizing it was just Arin. “AHH! MON- oh! Arin!” he gasped and the raevan chuckled, before leading him closer to the water, toward the large black form.
Minutes later, Damien and Arin were creeping up the ramp to the ship’s
java-colored deck. With a superfluous gesture and swish of his phantasmic cape, Damien leaped up onto the ships deck, brandishing his non-existent rapier. “Behold!! ALL YOUR SHIP ARE BELONG TO US!”
He was promptly met with silence, his war cry dying immediately in the thick air. The deck was eerie and devoid of life, save for the two adventurers. Peering overboard, Damien’s eyes met with dark glimmering liquid obsidian. Even the moon
villainously glared, beaming down into the water, creating broken, sparkling reflections. Shivering, Damien pulled himself back to the deck. “W-we should try going inside,” the once-brave explorer stuttered and stepped towards the entrance to the ship’s hull, groping around for his companion’s arm, hand or whatever he could find. Finding nothing, he looked over at Arin, who still gazed at the mysterious waters. Grabbing her wrist, he dragged- or more like bumpily floated- her through the ominous doorway that led to the rest of the ship.
Inside the lights flickered, dangerously close to phasing out. The walls were adorned with skulls and prizes that had been pillaged from hundreds of different places. The thresholds were made of intricately carved ivory; the details looked as if they were
yellowing, especially in the dim light.
Thump The two heard something and froze up. The creepiness of the ghost ship pierced their bones. After a minute of silence, they moved on, going from room to room, picking up rapiers and shotguns to protect themselves, baubles that caught their interest, and keys. They wandered around until they reached a room which was locked. An old, weathered sign hung haphazardly from the door, reading: DO NOT ENTER.
They entered; how could they not? The mystery begged to be uncovered. They used their keys, one by one, throwing out the others until,
click! The rusty lock fell open into their hands. The door immediately creaked open without any force, and a blast of light met their eyes. Shielding themselves from the sudden illumination, they walked in--
--Then dove back out. Ten or more booby-traps had been triggered. Down fell boards of spikes, bear traps snapped shut, and a bucket of moldy blood overturned and splashed to the floor. Last, axes that lined the entrance swung out to axe anyone that tried to pass. Peering in again, breathing heavily after their close encounter with death, they realized they had hit the jackpot. Gold and
crystals covered the floor in piles; statues and weapons made of precious stone were littered everywhere. In the middle of all this was an obelisk with a concave top, on which rested a large, diamond sun. Oblivious to anything else, they proceeded into the room, evading the traps, set on getting their prize. It was only after they had taken the precious jewel that they finally heard it—
THUMP. THUMP… thumpthumpthump. The thing from before had found them. It let out a bloodcurdling scream behind them, all eight of it’s arms wielding different weapons.
“How dare you enter this ship!! Come… I will
purge your sins- forever!!!“
With that, they screamed and ran. The weapons that they held were useless; they were left behind as the two hurdled out of the room, having to dive and narrowly miss being chopped into pieces by the still-active traps. The thumping and screeching continued close behind them up until they burst out onto the deck and dove into the freezing waters. Damien struggled his way out, releasing a chain reaction of lights that flitted through the water. Bioluminescence. Arin surfaced shortly after, the
pheromones from her Fel Essence sending ripples of light throughout the water, until the light engulfed her.
The air cleared as well as the surroundings, and the two found themselves sprawled back out in their garden, where they first started. The air was hot, and the sun had yet to set.
But, the chill from their expedition of illusion came forth, as they realized the eight-armed creature that they had brought back.
