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Footsteps echoed in the hall as a dark figure made their way down it, sliding carefully along the wall. A heavy cloak hung over their eyes, shielding their identity from the outside world. The hems of their black garment rippled as they vanished around a bend, clutching it close to their body. As they skidded into a hallway, suddenly a bright flash of light reflected in their eyes, a beam from a flashlight.
Angry yells coupled with the tromping approach of guards, and hurriedly the cloaked figure whirled around and took off, their hood pulling off and showing a length of thick, silver hair.
“Ey, girl!” an irate man shouted, his blue uniform tight against his skin as he gave chase to the rapidly fleeing character. However, she gave no response—not that he had expected one. “After her!” he roared to his lieutenants, and with a slight stumble four men raced past him, yellowish light cast over the dark corners and revealing beady black eyes. With a squeal the rodents loitering in the darkness skittered away the girl and men just behind her darted past.
Her heart thundering in her chest, she wheeled around a corner and spotted her one solace—what she had been looking for this whole time. Fumbling with a remote in her pocket, she dragged it out with numb fingers and hurled it at the wall, feeling immensely relieved when she saw a panel bend back at the contact. Within seconds she vanished through the wall, melting through solid brick and stone.
Panting, the men rounded the corner and stopped short as they were met with a blank expanse of concrete, impossible to get through. Dumbfounded, the men walked up to it and shoved the shoulders against the wall, but it didn’t yield.
“Come on, men,” the chief grumbled, waving a hand and leading his officers away. “She musta gone down a different path. Ain’t no one who can get through a solid wall.” Hesitantly the officers stepped away from the concrete and followed their boss, casting one or two perplexed glances back. They were sure she had gone through there—but how, they had no idea…
Inside the wall, the girl released a massive breath of relief as she heard the men’s footsteps recede. Shuddering, she quickly loosed the cloak off her shoulders, sighing at the close scrape. She hadn’t been sent here to get captured, so she’d better do what she was meant to and get it over with. Tracing a finger along the outside of the circular room, she slowly felt her way across it until she reached a groove in the wall, one carved by expert hands. Removing a glassy blue bottle from a bag at her waist, she dipped a finger in the choking potion began to fill in the lines with it.
Just as she was finishing up, a slow grating sound from behind her made her whirl around in fear, spotting two icy-blue pinpricks of light glowing in the darkness. A guttural purr followed, and quickly a snake-like neck emerged from the darkness, followed by a reptilian body and two leathery wings.
“A dragon?” the girl whispered, pressed against the wall as the runes dripped potion behind her. Snorting, the dragon crept from the darkness, flaring its ruff and blinking its eyes like a hatchling. It was just then the dragon seemed to notice she was there, and poked a curious nose to her shedded cape.
This wasn’t supposed to happen…
Will she:
A. Try to attack the dragon
B. Try to run back out the into the hallway
C. Try to tame the dragon
D. Do nothing
Two days will be allotted (from your world’s March 7 to March 9) for voting upon her choice. The day of March 10… the story will continue, by the most popular choice voted. Do not forget this thread, for it wouldn't forget you. As long as you keep it on top, her saga will be told.
Her story is in your hands.
Will you?
Won’t you?
(Feel free to guess my identity, though there’s no telling if I’ll reveal it.)
submitted by All, age Everything, Nowhere
(March 7, 2017 - 3:46 pm)
(March 7, 2017 - 3:46 pm)
A
(March 18, 2017 - 5:55 pm)
Either B or A.
(March 18, 2017 - 6:06 pm)
B!
(March 21, 2017 - 12:46 pm)
Definitely B. A and D she dies, and C would be mean.
(March 18, 2017 - 7:26 pm)
A! Pick A people!
(March 18, 2017 - 7:41 pm)
B
(March 19, 2017 - 7:40 am)
A serious mix of A and B here. I'm gonna go with A, though.
(finally, not a C!)
(March 19, 2017 - 7:40 am)
If I were in this situation, I would definitely pick C, head for the exit. But for Caroline and her scaly companions, I pick A.
(March 19, 2017 - 1:05 pm)
(March 20, 2017 - 6:43 am)
I'm not sure if this is the type of story that allows the heroine to die! I'm going to pretend it is, even if it's not. A, she dies (actually, I don't know her skill level, so she might survive, but...). D appeals to me, but I don't know the whole story, and I'm not sure if they can be reasoned with, so...no. C, I really like, because I think that it would save her, and it would save the boy and the dragon because they aren't with her. However, I want her to stay with the dragon for now. So, B, even though I think that if this is a the heroine can die story, she will die. They will bomb it and she would still be climbing is what I'm afraid of. Still, I choose B.
Sorry that's so long, I didn't mean for it to be
(March 20, 2017 - 6:48 pm)
B, however, asking Shale for help would be wise.
(March 20, 2017 - 6:50 pm)
A!
(March 20, 2017 - 6:52 pm)
(March 21, 2017 - 6:23 am)
I pick B.
Cardinal says "upmd". Apparently, she agrees with me.
(March 21, 2017 - 3:16 pm)
Will you?
[You have chosen B]
With a quick glance Caroline made sure her companions were still there, then she silently gestured to the walls, her hands quivering with fear, then pointed up. Shale’s eyes lit up, and in a second he had bounded over to the wall, leaping up and digging his claws into the grinding stone. Frantically Caroline wondered whether she would be able to get up herself, and in a mad dash with twenty seconds ticking away in her mind, she flexed her gloved fingers and hauled her body up onto the wall. Panic flooded over her as she realized she was slipping off the wall, and hopeless desperation nearly knocked her off by itself.
Just then she felt sharp pricks seize in the back of her cloak, giving her just the boost to grab onto the next groove. Risking it, Caroline twisted her neck just enough to see the dragon, its wings beating hard, helping her up by her clothing. Re-invigorated, Caroline gave a massive shove with her feet and pushed further up the walls, fingertips twitching as they sought for a place to hold onto. Yet despite the extra help and the sight of freedom so close, Caroline knew the time was almost up before they blew out the room. A pang shot through Caroline as she thought of the runes on the wall, and how close she had come to obtaining It. But that was no matter now—she had to stay alive and remain valuable, and getting herself blown up by the police was not a good way to accomplish that. Petrified as she saw Shale reach down to her, his arm quavering as he stretched out to help her up the rest of the way, Caroline counted down the last three seconds.
3… 2… 1…
A massive explosion rocked the tiny room, and Caroline instinctively cried out as shrapnel cut into her skin. The force of the powerful wave sent her clinging to the wall, trying as hard as she could to remain on it. For a silent moment she was wrapped up in a desire to stay on the solid stone, on whatever was safe, but then the men’s footsteps as they tromped into the room below snapped her out of it, and with a gasp she seized Shale’s arm as he dragged her upwards.
Letting out a huge breath, she collapsed on the dingy city street as pebbles scraped at her already-sore skin. “We did it!” she exclaimed, a tiny burst of triumph at that. The men would be perplexed, or at least until they figured out the refugees had climbed away. She cast a glance over at Shale, who was slumped against a dimly flickering lamppost.
“Yeah…” he said, though he didn’t seem particularly pleased about it. Caroline’s curiosity heightened at the previous mention of his past, and she was just preparing to ask him again when she happened to look up and see a spindly structure in the distance, a man-made building that was silhouetted against the moonlight.
“The Eiffel Tower!” Caroline breathed, shocked. “I’ve never seen it at night before. The Catacombs are such a… lonely place…” Shale nodded in numb agreement, and Caroline noticed his skin was rough-red with burns from the fire. She would’ve thought he would be more impervious to flames than she, who was streaked with peeling burns, but it appeared not…
Just then, with a clatter something fell out of her pocket, and she looked over at it. Her phone, a dark blue case protecting it from the outside world, sat blithely on the ground, waiting for anything to happen. Slowly Caroline picked it up, turning on the screen with a swipe. She knew she should call someone—about the potion, about the men, about… Shale—but who? They were all such different people, and she was sure her phone didn’t have much battery left. Quickly her eyes scanned the screen names she had put in place for them, the first four catching her eye. She could get two calls in—at most. Who first?...
What should she do next?
A- “B. Ventigo (Venti)”
B- “Carol Aviarti-444”
C- “Davy <3”
D- “374596182”
Three days, from March 22 to 24, will be allotted for voting on her path. On March 25, the story will continue. Keep this thread alive—she has a story to tell.
Will you?
Won’t you?
(March 22, 2017 - 11:37 am)