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miscellaneous_sectionCollection Title: Beyond the Haze
Chapter Title: Thalassophobia- The Ocean Stares Back
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Chapter Title: Thalassophobia- The Ocean Stares Back
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Warnings: "Choose Not to Use"
Fandom: Visionaries: Knights of the Magical Light
Characters: Darkstorm, Mortdred
Ratings: Not Rated
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: 643
Collection Summary: A small collection of ficlets dedicated to the Darkling Lords. Be it character explorations, leisurely moments, or battles; these are their tales on Prysmos.
Chapter Summary: The Darkling Lords go to the beach to get away from the swamp. Darkstorm, on the other hand, feels differently on the matter.
Author's Note: Inspired by Thinking by swordznsorcery
Darkstorm couldn’t believe how they persuaded him to go the beach. The summer’s heat was killing everybody in the dank swamp his realm was built upon, and his will to object didn’t exist. And so here they were at Gravestone Bay, the three suns blazing from above and the salty wind brushing by. The Darkling Lords hopped out of the Dagger Assault and started picking whatever to do, except for Darkstorm. He was left timid and clueless on what to do.
He looked to Cindarr, Lexor, and Cravex building an okay-looking sand castle. ‘Or was it that Cindarr dragged them into making one? Either way, too childish for my tastes,’ thought Darkstorm.
From there he turned his attention to Virulina and Reekon, who took up sunning them themselves. ‘I wish I could join in, but it’s embarrassing that I burn easily under the suns.’
Darkstorm was still lost on what to do until Mortdred suggested, “Master Darkstorm, why don’t we go into the water for awhile?”
He looked to his loyal servant as if he asked him to be more charitable. “The water? You’re not thinking of going to the deep end, are you?”
“Oh no! I would never ask you to do something like that,” reassured Mortdred, that nervous tic ever present. “I only meant the shallow end of the bay, m’lord.”
They both looked to clear teal water, the waves pushing and pulling almost like it was beckoning them to jump in. But to Darkstorm, he did not want to heed the siren's calls as he stared headlong to the horizon. Or was the heat getting to him? ‘It’s just the shallow end. I’m not going near the deep end and possibly sink to the endless abyss of the sea. Never to be seen again.’
The Darkling Lord snapped out of his trance from the sound of Mortdred talking. “My lord?”
Darkstorm climbed out from the Dagger Assault to the pale sand below. He reassured, “Nothing, Mortdred.” And off to the shore they went, Mortdred still felt concerned for his master’s well-being.
The foam of the bay came to and fro as the pair reached the waterline, Mortdred naturally was the first to walk in the cool water. Darkstorm hesitantly stepped in, one step and two steps, and breathed a sigh of relief once he was waist-high in the water. But he was still lost on what to do as he stood there. Mortdred was already enjoying himself, paddling along without a care in the world. Darkstorm envied his servant’s enthusiasm; sometimes he found himself hating it.
He didn’t want to try to swim. Instead Darkstorm held his breath and sunk like a rock, and his sight immediately went to the edge of the beach and saw the undersea cliffs. He couldn’t enjoy the colorful coral and wild life scattered about. The sight of the darkness below, and the thought what lurked there made Darkstorm’s nerves act up. That’s when he felt something brush against his foot and he shot back up, shaking and splashing from whatever it was down in the water.
“Master Darkstorm! Are you okay?” asked Mortdred, checking to see if he needed any aid.
Darkstorm shot his servant a look and said, his voice almost cracking. “Okay? Does it look like I’m okay?!”
Off in the distance he heard the sound of chuckling from a few of his men. A scowl formed on his lips, his stare could burn a hole in a person’s soul. Darkstorm bottled up most of his frustration and embarrassment. ‘For the love of all the gods out there! It feels like being back in grade school again! The miserable, immature bastards!’
With a sharp deep breath, Darkstorm marched out of the water in a huff. He wanted to go back to the castle as soon as possible and pretend today didn’t happen.
He looked to Cindarr, Lexor, and Cravex building an okay-looking sand castle. ‘Or was it that Cindarr dragged them into making one? Either way, too childish for my tastes,’ thought Darkstorm.
From there he turned his attention to Virulina and Reekon, who took up sunning them themselves. ‘I wish I could join in, but it’s embarrassing that I burn easily under the suns.’
Darkstorm was still lost on what to do until Mortdred suggested, “Master Darkstorm, why don’t we go into the water for awhile?”
He looked to his loyal servant as if he asked him to be more charitable. “The water? You’re not thinking of going to the deep end, are you?”
“Oh no! I would never ask you to do something like that,” reassured Mortdred, that nervous tic ever present. “I only meant the shallow end of the bay, m’lord.”
They both looked to clear teal water, the waves pushing and pulling almost like it was beckoning them to jump in. But to Darkstorm, he did not want to heed the siren's calls as he stared headlong to the horizon. Or was the heat getting to him? ‘It’s just the shallow end. I’m not going near the deep end and possibly sink to the endless abyss of the sea. Never to be seen again.’
The Darkling Lord snapped out of his trance from the sound of Mortdred talking. “My lord?”
Darkstorm climbed out from the Dagger Assault to the pale sand below. He reassured, “Nothing, Mortdred.” And off to the shore they went, Mortdred still felt concerned for his master’s well-being.
The foam of the bay came to and fro as the pair reached the waterline, Mortdred naturally was the first to walk in the cool water. Darkstorm hesitantly stepped in, one step and two steps, and breathed a sigh of relief once he was waist-high in the water. But he was still lost on what to do as he stood there. Mortdred was already enjoying himself, paddling along without a care in the world. Darkstorm envied his servant’s enthusiasm; sometimes he found himself hating it.
He didn’t want to try to swim. Instead Darkstorm held his breath and sunk like a rock, and his sight immediately went to the edge of the beach and saw the undersea cliffs. He couldn’t enjoy the colorful coral and wild life scattered about. The sight of the darkness below, and the thought what lurked there made Darkstorm’s nerves act up. That’s when he felt something brush against his foot and he shot back up, shaking and splashing from whatever it was down in the water.
“Master Darkstorm! Are you okay?” asked Mortdred, checking to see if he needed any aid.
Darkstorm shot his servant a look and said, his voice almost cracking. “Okay? Does it look like I’m okay?!”
Off in the distance he heard the sound of chuckling from a few of his men. A scowl formed on his lips, his stare could burn a hole in a person’s soul. Darkstorm bottled up most of his frustration and embarrassment. ‘For the love of all the gods out there! It feels like being back in grade school again! The miserable, immature bastards!’
With a sharp deep breath, Darkstorm marched out of the water in a huff. He wanted to go back to the castle as soon as possible and pretend today didn’t happen.