[Lily's point of view] When I was a little girl my dad told me to never go into the mines. Being the mischevious girl I am, I made a straight shot for the mines once my dad was gone. In the mines I discovered a lone silverfish curiously pecking at a pickaxe. I took the silverfish home with me, but my mother only scolded me. "YOU ARE NOT TO BRING THAT NASTY VERMIN INTO MY HOUSE!" So I didn't. Instead, for some compelling reason I don't understand, ran away. I was so young and stupid, what do you expect? Then the storm came. Rain that could drown a fish. Lightning that could burn a firebird. Spikey hail that could impale a 12-year-old girl and her pet silverfish. I struggle to keep us alive. I push on willing. But even a girl like me, driven entirely on willpower, couldn't make it through the powerful storm. I dropped to the ground, fraile and weak. I saw Zane look me in the eye before I blacked out. If anything happened after that, I don't remember. I wake up in this massive stone brick and lapis lazuli structure. I'm quite confused about how I got here. Thoughts run through my mind like "Is this heaven?" I see a strange looking man with a big nose and a sheep. I ask them a load of questions on my mind. They told me that this was a Casino, they simply raided the previous owners out. That sounds a bit stubborn and 'criminalish' if you ask me. I asked them next if they had seen a silverfish anywhere nearby. They exchanged grins. They definitely know something. I'm still not sure whether they are friend or foe, but they seem to be quite friendly. The man with the big nose replies "Actually yes, we are 'hunting' this silverfish" I gasp. "NONONO, Not hunting! Uhh... More like a search and rescue party." He continues, "to bring back to you." I give a sigh of relief. Friend. Definitely. Just a really stupid one. I expect them to bring Zane back safe within 2 weeks. No Zane. I wait a month, very worried. No Zane. Half a year, I'm going insane. No Zane. Two and a half years, I've given up all hope of Zane ever returning. No Zane. I sit in the bar, trying to wash my worries away with alcohol. The man with the big nose always scolds me about being to young to drink. I sit, moaning thinking about Zane, when the sheep walks in. Not alone again, but with something. Silver body. Grey fins. Big black eyes. Small. It takes me a minute to get past the alcohol to my senses, when I realize this is Zane. My pet. My friend. Sadly, I'm too drunk and Zane's too astounded to make any big deals out of finally reuniting. We just stare at each other, exchange some hugs, and go to our room to sleep. I talk to her for a while, when the villager comes to the door and asks me to come outside. I make sure to close the door, and when I do, I'm smashed with a load on nonsense escaping his mouth in a whisper. "Slowww Dowwwn" I retort. "Eurrg, It's about Zane." He continues, "she has a bit of a disorder." "We don't want her to hear! Let's go downstairs." I blurt out a little louder than intended. We approach the bottom of the steps and I look at him. "So... Zane?" Almost as if she had been called, Zane tumbles down the stairs, starts to roll around on the floor and then hits her head on the wall really badly. I stare, confused. "What's wrong with Zane?" He tells me everything about the disease. I'm extremely upset about this bad news, so much that when she awakes I can only catch a glimpse of her before I have to go outside to cry. "It's fatal." they said! "It's incurable." they said! I've heard such things before being completely wrong. But that was only the past, right? Later on, I catch a glimpse of Zane heading out to the woods, probably to moan and groan too. But does she know it's fatal? Does she know it gets worse? I sit in the ever raging storm when a lightning bolt and an explosion erupt from the area of the woods Zane walked herself into. An inferno ablaze in an instant. Like hell rising. And I run. Oh, how I run. This time, I'll be doing the saving. I dash into the woods and pounce on Zane. Unconscious. I pick her up and turn around, prepared for the sprint to safety, but it's too late. *SNAP*. A burning tree blocking the only clear exit. Hell is rising. I reach at my waist to grab a bag. I carefully place Zane in the bag and strap it to my back. A stray flame spurts up my night gown. I can feel the scorching fire against my smooth skin. Half the gown is engulfed before I can comprehend. I have no choice if I want to live. I throw the nightgown off, leaving myself only in my underwear. I climb the nearest tree, the only one not engulfed in fire already. So here I am. Naked. Burning. But I haven't got time to think, the flames are already catching up. They spread incomprehensibly fast. I'm parkouring from tree to tree, narrowly escaping my bitter end. But not paying enough attention to my surroundings. A move that could have been fatal. I trip in a branch, and get slingshotted off the tree, falling into an inferno raging below. I hit the ground hard, paralysed for a moment in the dancing flames. My skin turning to black, glowing embers and ash. The second I regain control, I'm out of the fire and into the air, smashing my charred underwear to put out the flames. The pain driving me. I can still feel the fire burning deep in my bare flesh, the deep, black, scorched, and heavily bloodied burn injuries. I'm running, faster than I ever had in my whole life, when I feel my charred, painful, swollen cracked feet slide against rock. Any further and a would have tumbled down. A cliff. I turn around. A wall of fire. And a cliff. "The choices are now death and death. Like Russian Roulette with a full round of bullets." I jump.
It's going to be a bit before Part Four. I'm working on the rough draft for a couple more parts before I type it. ;3
It's also going to be a bit before I type it, becuase I'm going to go ahead and finish my arch plot. Which my story may or may not revolve around
Yay, Part 4 and 5 coming in a few days, part 6 soon. School's out so that means more chores, more forced swimming, more arguments leading to my stuff being taken away T_t And more, of course, (Holy fucking shit, I just overheard my parents, and heard that my big bro whom I love so dearly smokes dope... Just as I was typing this. What the hell? o,-,o) Anyways... Less overall time to write it. So... Yeah >3<
"It isn't entirely out of my league." Please don't get that pun. xD Now before I can say anything, I disappear back into the abyss of which I came... Or in other words I can't make brain think of words to I need say. o_o
