Losian, Stories

Losian: Chp 1

The sun was an arctic blue overhead as I lay on what appeared to be a dull orange shrub. I closed my eyes for a moment, completely disoriented. A park, I’d been in a park. I thought, pressing my wrist against my temple. Something had pulled at me, crushed me into somewhere dark. Then I’d been thrust into the sky, falling.

Where am I?

The land around me was rather flat, orange shrubbery dotted it, with certain structures on the plant that glowed blue, most no higher than my shin, trees were scarce, with strangely ordered branches twisting around a main trunk along with that same blue structure. Everything was tinted in a bright blue, and if I were so inclined to look at the sun, a stupid proposition back home, I would likely find it brighter, bluer and more blinding than on earth. The wounds I got from my fall appeared superficial, but some prodding revealed a sharp pain in my side, likely a cracked rib.

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Losian: Chp 2

The hermit wasn’t living in a hut. Somehow that was the most surprising part of this arrangement, after the teleportation and the experimentation.

The building seemed to be made of ceramic, appearing as though a cave erected above-ground, many dull orange hues blending together to hide it from view. The outer surface was smooth and unblemished, but inside there were a few transparent sections on the wall, bounded by a frame of metallic teal strips. In contrast to its outward appearance, the internal design was vibrant and complex, a mesh of plant material and processed material.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you again, Tirune,” it said, the latter appearing to be the researcher’s name, roughly translated into phonetics I could use. Tirune was a shrub, with tiny delicate white flowers that fell almost on the same days they grew, swirling into the wind in spring. The insects that consumed them were few, as they rarely grew in great numbers anywhere, and contained a paralytic toxin. Despite this, its flowers had medi—–

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Losian: Chp 3

They moved swiftly, defences at the perimeter of space breached methodically and effectively. Greil’s manic phase had paid off, and the teleporter sat in the centre of the first basement. It was formed of multiple rings rotating around a pedestal, said pedestal was surrounded by less elegant machinery, but make no mistake, every piece of this creation was machined with exacting precision.

The main principle was simple, the object would resonate with an antenna, your body would be converted to energy and passed along, where the antenna would reassemble you with that energy. The connection between the transmitter and the antenna was achieved with some kind of simulated quantum entanglement, not something I’d likely ever figure out even if I ever finished my studies.

Greil started the device, and a resonant hum filled the room, a penumbra began to form atop the pedestal, at the exact centre of the rings. “I suppose you’d call it a teleporter,” she said, “It’ll be a gate to the back of our lines, allowing us to escape this place before Betrayers ignite the atmosphere.” She paused.

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Losian: Chp 4

My breaths come in deep, shuddering breaths, yet despite my desperation I never lose the feeling of breathlessness. I cannot feel my skin, but my airways burn and itch. I feel nothing but my fever and pain, delirium has its hooks in me, and I mutter and curse in my mind, my thoughts a haphazard jumble.

I know I’m alive, but I’m not sure if I’m better off this way, to stew in slow agony. I wasn’t entirely sure how long I’d be alive either, my breaths can only be so deep so long. I can’t open my eyes, it’s like my eyelids are welded shut… I suppose they likely are. So I lay impotent once more, my hallucinations more often returning to the experiments and sometimes to home.

[Are you fully conscious?] Page asked me, once I had reached a more lucid phase.

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Losian: Chp 5

Months later, war came. More specifically, it’s effects had finally shown themselves before me, a messenger came one day, speaking of a war this country, Tarepar had been having with their neighbour, Eioihen. The two-hundred-harvest war, so long most people save the leaders had forgotten why, meaning only remained in the battles to avenge their fellows, capture enemy cities, and wring surrender from their enemy’s lips.

“Tarepar needs more loyal, able-bodied men to fight for its protection, you have been requested to send a minimum of eight men to serve in House Taheim! Failure to comply within twenty days shall be considered treason!” The man announced, before saying that all chosen were to gather at the larger village of Teasa’s Hope.

The village was quickly abuzz with talk, I learned that it hadn’t been much more than ten harvest since the last conscription, though that had been smaller. It had been a group of volunteers that responded to that call, jumped at it if what I’d heard was right. Few people were left who were capable, and among those few willing had been left.

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Losian: Chp 6

The journey was uneventful, but I did get to learn more about the local flora and fauna. In boredom, Page and I managed to work out a system, as it seemed to be as curious about them as I was. Nanomachines in my body were modified very slightly, giving Page information on what was in my blood in the first place, and from there we detected compounds introduced after I ingested them, and what effects I experienced. It wasn’t a perfect system, in fact it was extremely prone to false positives, not to mention poisoning if I wasn’t careful about the amount I ingested, but it helped somewhat.

I trusted Page more now that we were no longer in any area controlled by Tirune and Greil’s government. It meant Page was less likely to be ordered to affect my brain, and if it already had latent orders, I may as well enjoy what I have for now. I still had to stop it from dumping the equivalent of a books worth of data straight into my head pretty often still, slowly working my way through it instead.

Page didn’t have a strong grasp of biology or chemistry in the ways I expected it too, it had simply modified the nanobots based on schematics already known to it, and ultimately it seemed I had to be the one to slowly work through the data to see what it meant.

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Slayer’s Anonymity: Chp 1

Almost a hundred years before, a creature was released into the world, no one knew from whence it came, but it bled the world out onto the earth. It was trapped, not killed, for nothing but a blade forged from the strongest metal with magic from the blood of men would kill it, and no man at the time was good enough to beat it.

Only one such blade was ever made, it’s sharpness was uncanny, and the blade seemed to glow ethereally in the darkness. All nations in the continent had participated in its capture, and once that had been done, they decided to train one who would wield the blade and strike down the beast.

The sword he wields is matte, smooth only on the edge, where the red metal gleams in the dull candlelight. The door behind him closes, and his steps echo loudly as plate boots strike the hard stone ground. The room he’s in is circular, with the wooden door where he came in, and an elaborate seal and gate before him.

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Losian: Chp 7

“Third position!”

Arrows screeched into the sky, I nocked another arrow, arms straining from exertion, we had engaged the enemy.

Contrary to my belief, pitched battles were very rare. We avoided confrontations, it seems we had objectives, and went after them exclusively. This time however, the enemy had come too close to pillaging a nearby village. Efforts to scare them off had gone too far, now here we were.

“Fourth position!”

I gritted my teeth, breathing deeply as I staved off overexertion. My stamina would always be below average unless I worked harder than everyone else, a consequence of the nanomachines. Black rain fell onto the enemy infantry, as well as our own, their screams weren’t loud enough to carry over the twang of bowstrings and the screaming of our commanders

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Losian: Chp 8

The next few days passed in a bit of a blur, my time was spent during this either playing cards or practicing archery and whatever few skills I’d picked up from my bouts with Alida. We set out after those few days, leaving behind some troops and the other war party that we had helped as the garrison of Brashfields.

Alida, Trevor and I walked together, the army wasn’t expecting trouble, and a few days out marching our discipline had loosened. Alida was quiet, seeming to mull over her thoughts even as Trevor laughed, joked and ribbed us as we marched.

“Miwse.” I asked. She didn’t respond, distracted and still unused to responding to an alias. Took me a month to learn to remain present at all time, consciously reacting to the name Rechav.

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Losian: Chp 9

Sound muffled as we entered the forest, regaining my balance I ran beside Alida as she let go of my arm. I wanted to stop running, but feared that I would be left behind, and pressed myself, breathing heavily.

Alida nearly tumbled to the ground after a long while of running, managing to end up halfway seated instead. I stopped, turning around to reach out and pull her back up. My vision swam as I stopped and I stumbled to a seat a few steps to her left. I had lost the bow at some point in the run, the hip quiver was empty as well, all likely dropped or scattered somewhere along the path.

I tried to breathe deeply and slowly, occasionally panting as my need for air overcame me. When I was able see properly again I turned to Alida, who was still trying to clear her head. Now much calmer, a cut on her left arm jumped out at me, as did the blood leaking from it.

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