I was so excited- It seemed I was getting the recognition I deserved, as a worldwide destroyer of evil..
We took an airship- wood, steam, and sails.. The others were impressed, but I was.. saddened. Reminded of the wind in my face before.
We were briefed on a plan- a good one. Kudos to the tacticians, the soldiers who gave their lives to transport intel across enemy lines... Pull strings at just the right time, like an elaborate web..
I knew I would have their head, and prepared myself for battle, as we snuck through a tunnel under the castle. The others.. seemed cowardly, hesitant.. The levers were obvious! I purged the tunnel, unbeknownst to us, purging a foul beast up ahead.
Was a shame. It could have been incredible mounted- perhaps a worthy opponent for once, but no, just more disappointment as the smouldering remains bairly twitched as I plunged the sword into its spine.
We timed our travel well, and located him with ease. On the count of three- we unleashed out power on him- and he was put to sleep before we'd made it through the door... I dragged him with us back into the tunnels, dropped him.. and..
It didn't feel right. I consulted the book on him to be sure, and he was certainly deserving..
The others had lost all of their previous inhibitions, and were ready to dispatch him. I held up my sword, as another leveled a gun at his chest and pulled the trigger.
He was dead before my sword even touched him. The head rolled, expecting his head to sprout crab legs and escape, or grow another one- or ..
His blood pooled, and I picked up the head, and tucked it in a bag to bring it back. I handed the head over to the revolutionary leader, and went through the pleasantries...
I then went out on the deck, and stood. Concentrating on the wind, and thinking about how it would be to take flight again.
Grace and Cham spent most of their time together close in proximity, though mostly quiet-
They did seem to have the same sort of curiosity, though for him, it came from a different place so to speak.
The days were usually filled with him keeping watch from a nearby tree, and the nights, she would sing some sort of tune that did wonders for his mind..
After, he would usually go on trips into town for supplies, without her knowledge.
His moment came when she was called to a game. A van pulled up and threw her in the trunk, but she had just said it was a game, so he managed to hold himself... It was probably for show. Those harbingers were dicks, every one.
Cham lifted the heavy frame of wood, and hammered long nails into the soft earth of Grace's home.
He was determined to have her upgrades done when she got back. He had a hastily scribbled list.
He lifted the door onto the frame, tapped the hinge nails into place, and closed it. It was crooked, stained, and had peeling green paint-
Its how it looked when he dragged it off a construction sight last week. He considered repainting, but decided it would blend in better with moss or something on it, so left the paint for now.
He hesitated to call her a friend, though to others it would certainly seem that way. The way he viewed it, is had found a place that needed him, and that he also needed. He was well aware, Idle hands are the devil's playthings, and in a way, was happy to be here. A place with work to do.