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Beyond the Haze- Chapter 2: A Quiet Afternoon (Completed)
Collection Title: Beyond the Haze
Chapter Title: A Quiet Afternoon
The afternoon seemed to drag itself out like a man trying to squirm out of bed at the crack of dawn, and Cravex was getting bored with tediously scavenging for scrap metal in this small junkyard.
Ever since joining Darkstorm’s forces, his scavenging trips had become fewer and far in between. He looked to the piles upon piles of dead machinery, thinking, ‘On one hand, there’s usually something different happening at the castle.
‘But on the other hand, it starts to get tiresome like everything else after awhile,’ he countered.
He pulled out a weather worn copper pipe, and inspected it further before tossing it into an old leather duffel bag behind him.
He rummaged around the last of the metal before calling it quits. He was annoyed by what he found. The bag was half-filled with nuts, bolts, chucks of pipes, and broken bits of steel tools. ‘I haven’t had the best luck since I got here. Maybe there’s another scrapyard around here.’
He looked to the far ends of the plains, he zipped up his bag and swung it over his shoulder as he started his search. As he strolled, he glanced to the red-indigo sky above. The three suns hung in the middle as a few clouds floated by, he sighed and pressed on.
A little further away on the beaten path, there were some rolling hills, shrubs, stumps, some trees scattered about, and grass. Grass stretching for miles with no end at sight.
“Huh, looks more blue than I thought,” observed the scavenger.
The trip was becoming fruitless the more he traveled. The three suns were beginning to set. One after the other, the sky gradually filled with beautiful warm hues of amber and reds.
But Cravex grew aggravated from his hunt. “There’s nothing else here. This was nothing more than a waste of time.”
He was about to head back to the Dark Domains, but something caught his interest in the distance. There were few oaks here and there, and yet there was a fence tucked away in the shade. Curiosity got the better of him and sneaked over to see.
Cravex stopped and hid behind one of the farthest trees saw it was a small ranch, and there it had a paddock with horses grazing about.
Some were tan, some were black, and some had spots. Long manes, short manes, and even wavy ones too. He looked at them in awe where he stood.
He smiled from ear to ear but tried to hold back his enthusiasm. ‘They’re so pretty!’
As he watched, one of the horses started playing with a patched up exercise ball; trotting about and kicking it around with glee. Another one joined in, and Cravex couldn’t help but giggle to himself by the sight.
Very little time passed before he shook his head when he heard the owners call for them. Cravex was disappointed that the fun ended, but he knew that he too had to leave. He turned his back from the horses, and began his journey back to Darkstorm’s castle.
The stars were appearing in the dozens in the night sky, and Cravex gazed upon the few moons that littered across with them. His trip brought him to a small town where he stayed in a quite little inn for the night.
A single oil lamp lit the room he was lodging, and Cravex had all his personal items piled into one corner. He crashed into the soft bed, but he could barely get to sleep.
“Today sucked and there was barely anything worth selling. Other than that copper pipe, but it’s still not enough,” Cravex huffed. He rolled over to the light of the lamp, still lost in thought over a solution.
His only real answer was to either find another scrapyard, or search through an abandoned town from the old world. But then he remembered about the horses and their play, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he reached over to extinguish the oil lamp’s wick.
Cravex got himself comfy, and then, sleep came.
Chapter Title: A Quiet Afternoon
Author's Name: OverthinkingMind
Warnings: "Choose Not to Use"
Fandom: Visionaries: Knights of the Magical Light
Characters: Cravex
Ratings: Not Rated
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: 680
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: “There’s nothing else here. This was nothing more than a waste of time.”
Cravex goes on one of his few scavenging trips, but he hasn't had the best of luck with this one. He continues his journey further into the fields to find anything worth selling. Time passes and the scavenging trip has proven to be unsuccessful. Cravex leaves in a huff, but not before something in the distance catches his attention.
Author's Note: Inspired by Thinking by swordznsorcery
Archive of Our OwnThe afternoon seemed to drag itself out like a man trying to squirm out of bed at the crack of dawn, and Cravex was getting bored with tediously scavenging for scrap metal in this small junkyard.
Ever since joining Darkstorm’s forces, his scavenging trips had become fewer and far in between. He looked to the piles upon piles of dead machinery, thinking, ‘On one hand, there’s usually something different happening at the castle.
‘But on the other hand, it starts to get tiresome like everything else after awhile,’ he countered.
He pulled out a weather worn copper pipe, and inspected it further before tossing it into an old leather duffel bag behind him.
He rummaged around the last of the metal before calling it quits. He was annoyed by what he found. The bag was half-filled with nuts, bolts, chucks of pipes, and broken bits of steel tools. ‘I haven’t had the best luck since I got here. Maybe there’s another scrapyard around here.’
He looked to the far ends of the plains, he zipped up his bag and swung it over his shoulder as he started his search. As he strolled, he glanced to the red-indigo sky above. The three suns hung in the middle as a few clouds floated by, he sighed and pressed on.
A little further away on the beaten path, there were some rolling hills, shrubs, stumps, some trees scattered about, and grass. Grass stretching for miles with no end at sight.
“Huh, looks more blue than I thought,” observed the scavenger.
The trip was becoming fruitless the more he traveled. The three suns were beginning to set. One after the other, the sky gradually filled with beautiful warm hues of amber and reds.
But Cravex grew aggravated from his hunt. “There’s nothing else here. This was nothing more than a waste of time.”
He was about to head back to the Dark Domains, but something caught his interest in the distance. There were few oaks here and there, and yet there was a fence tucked away in the shade. Curiosity got the better of him and sneaked over to see.
Cravex stopped and hid behind one of the farthest trees saw it was a small ranch, and there it had a paddock with horses grazing about.
Some were tan, some were black, and some had spots. Long manes, short manes, and even wavy ones too. He looked at them in awe where he stood.
He smiled from ear to ear but tried to hold back his enthusiasm. ‘They’re so pretty!’
As he watched, one of the horses started playing with a patched up exercise ball; trotting about and kicking it around with glee. Another one joined in, and Cravex couldn’t help but giggle to himself by the sight.
Very little time passed before he shook his head when he heard the owners call for them. Cravex was disappointed that the fun ended, but he knew that he too had to leave. He turned his back from the horses, and began his journey back to Darkstorm’s castle.
The stars were appearing in the dozens in the night sky, and Cravex gazed upon the few moons that littered across with them. His trip brought him to a small town where he stayed in a quite little inn for the night.
A single oil lamp lit the room he was lodging, and Cravex had all his personal items piled into one corner. He crashed into the soft bed, but he could barely get to sleep.
“Today sucked and there was barely anything worth selling. Other than that copper pipe, but it’s still not enough,” Cravex huffed. He rolled over to the light of the lamp, still lost in thought over a solution.
His only real answer was to either find another scrapyard, or search through an abandoned town from the old world. But then he remembered about the horses and their play, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he reached over to extinguish the oil lamp’s wick.
Cravex got himself comfy, and then, sleep came.