Other Fan Fiction ❯ Seeds of Obligation ❯ Chapter One: Clash ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Hoshiko Saitou 
Something goes very wrong with the spell.
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Fantasy / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.26.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 126 | Status: Completed
Something goes very wrong with the spell.
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Fantasy / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.26.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 126 | Status: Completed
As it says in my very long profile, I use OCs. I am placing this warning here now, there are two OCs. They do not have secret powers, they do not transform into anything, and they are nothing like me. Their relations with others will be complicated. Also, I apologize for how short these chapters have been, but I end chapters when I feel they need to end. I may randomly pull out a 16 page chapter, who knows. Also, I like creating confusion, but I will always explain myself in due time. Keep reading and it’ll all be clear. Updates this frequent will not be commonplace. I’ve just been planning these scenes for a while, so they were short and easy to write. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
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The two girls fell through the door of their apartment, giggling quietly as if they were laughing at a secret. The taller woman with the dark hair laughed even harder when she had trouble getting her key out of the door. Her blonde roommate fumbled around for a light switch, clumsily making loud thumping noises against the wall. Light flooded the room just as the woman fighting with the door finally won.
They flopped down on the couch as their laughter died down. “Kylie,” the brunette began, “I haven’t been this drunk in a very very verrry long time.”
Kylie responded with an affirming grunt. She used the tips of her toes to push her shoes off before letting her entire body go limp against the black leather couch. Her long hair blew upward like a gust of blonde feathers.
“I, uh, I think I left something in the taxi.”
“Oh God, Bianca, what this time?”
Bianca lifted one wobbly leg up in the air. “My shoe.”
“You are fucking retarded.”
Ignoring her friend’s insult, Bianca threw her arms up in the air and stretched with a loud groan. “Aw man, that club was crazy tonight. I got, like, four guys’ phone numbers,” she said as she held up five fingers.
“And that one girl,” Kylie said, clapping weakly in amusement at the memory.
“That chick was hot, I feel honerered… hon… hon…ored.”
“You are smashed.”
“Hat’s what I said,” Bianca replied, overdramatically playing up her drunkenness as she let her head fall onto her friend’s lap.
“Get offa me,” Kylie said. She tried to push her friend’s head, but she only had enough strength left push Bianca’s head about and inch before she gave up.
“I love you man.”
“Oh shut up, you’re not that drunk.”
“True dat, girlfriend.”
“You’re not ghetto either.”
The state Bianca was in was so stereotypical is would have been hilarious to a sober third party. In her ‘little black dress’ with one heeled shoe half off her foot and her hand still on the strap of her purse, she looked like the party-prone twenty-four year old she was. Kylie was in a similar state; though Bianca at least had her neat up do helping her look less messy. The blonde was surrounded by a messy mane that, when coupled with her dark lipstick, black eyeliner and black leather choker, made it impossible for her to not look like she was seducing someone.
“We should go to bed,” Kylie said.
“Bed’s too far.” As she felt her body coming down from the adrenaline rush of the night, Bianca grabbed hold of Kylie’s hand and laced their fingers together. “I’m lonely. I wanna sleep here.” She paused for a moment before turning over to look up at her friend. “I need a boyfriend… bad.”
Too tired to argue or move, Kylie exhaled a long breathe. As the lit room fell into silence, she heard Bianca begin to breathe heavily but evenly. Without caring about the light, the positioning, or the fact that they’d both be hung over in the morning, Kylie let herself fall asleep as well.
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“Any discussion of this outside the walls of this room will be punishable by death,” Chancellor Ocato announced. The Elder Council showed their understanding by nodding their heads, though no one said a word.
“The scroll, High Chancellor,” a Redguard man said as he placed the rolled piece of parchment in Ocato’s hands.
“May the Nine forgive us if they feel we act against them,” he whispered under his breath as he looked over the Akavari symbols painted across the scroll, “but I do pray this works.” Crafting such an ancient and powerful spell had taken many sleepless nights to prefect, and they still felt no guarantees.
“We all do,” Fregro reminded him. “Let this begin… for Tamriel.”
“For Tamriel,” the Council repeated in a hushed whisper, as if they were saying it to themselves for comfort.
As Bianca slept, she had a strange dream. She was floating somewhere black; her body numb all over save for a tight feeling in her abdomen. She held on tighter to Kylie as she felt a numbing void pulling her away. In an attempt to protect her body from whatever unknown place she was headed for, she curled up in a ball and clutched the things in her hands in a near crushing grip, hoping to anchor herself any way she could.
The Elder Council felt a great pressure fighting against them, and the room soon erupted in a pale, gold light. The scroll lay unraveled in the middle of the large table and the Council fought to channel enough energy into the spell, but something was resisting; something wasn’t going as they planned.
A few members slumped over, unconscious, and the remaining ones couldn’t pick up the slack. They soon fell back in to their seats, the wind rushing out of them. For a few eternal moments it felt like the energy in the room was suffocating them, but it soon diffused into the air.
The sounds of groaning and heavy breathing soon followed as Council members clutched their hearts, trying to calm their heaving chests. Ocato shut his eyes and prepared to accept defeat, but was surprised by an unexpected noise coming from down the hall. On shaky legs he stood up, supporting himself against the wall of the meeting room. When he weakly pushed open the heavy wooden door he confirmed his suspicions. There was a baby crying down the hall.
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“I’m gonna puke,” Bianca groaned as she rolled over on the wooden floor. When she forced her eyes open her blurred vision caught site of Kylie slouched against a dingy wall. She squinted and began breathing heavily, her mind already in a state of panic. Lacking coordination due to a number of reasons, she tripped over her own two feet in an attempt to stand. Her high-heeled shoe scratched the back of her leg, tearing a hole in her nylons as she fell into a tangled heap of her own limbs.
The sound of her struggle woke up the figure sleeping in the violet bed across the room. The man, clad in blue robes, turned over to investigate the noise. As his vision focused through the veil of sleep, his eyes met that of a woman who was on her hands and knees on the floor; her make-up smeared, dress half off her shoulder, eyes bloodshot and confused.
Before he could say a word, Martin heard the woman let lose a blood-curdling scream.
--- --- ---
The two girls fell through the door of their apartment, giggling quietly as if they were laughing at a secret. The taller woman with the dark hair laughed even harder when she had trouble getting her key out of the door. Her blonde roommate fumbled around for a light switch, clumsily making loud thumping noises against the wall. Light flooded the room just as the woman fighting with the door finally won.
They flopped down on the couch as their laughter died down. “Kylie,” the brunette began, “I haven’t been this drunk in a very very verrry long time.”
Kylie responded with an affirming grunt. She used the tips of her toes to push her shoes off before letting her entire body go limp against the black leather couch. Her long hair blew upward like a gust of blonde feathers.
“I, uh, I think I left something in the taxi.”
“Oh God, Bianca, what this time?”
Bianca lifted one wobbly leg up in the air. “My shoe.”
“You are fucking retarded.”
Ignoring her friend’s insult, Bianca threw her arms up in the air and stretched with a loud groan. “Aw man, that club was crazy tonight. I got, like, four guys’ phone numbers,” she said as she held up five fingers.
“And that one girl,” Kylie said, clapping weakly in amusement at the memory.
“That chick was hot, I feel honerered… hon… hon…ored.”
“You are smashed.”
“Hat’s what I said,” Bianca replied, overdramatically playing up her drunkenness as she let her head fall onto her friend’s lap.
“Get offa me,” Kylie said. She tried to push her friend’s head, but she only had enough strength left push Bianca’s head about and inch before she gave up.
“I love you man.”
“Oh shut up, you’re not that drunk.”
“True dat, girlfriend.”
“You’re not ghetto either.”
The state Bianca was in was so stereotypical is would have been hilarious to a sober third party. In her ‘little black dress’ with one heeled shoe half off her foot and her hand still on the strap of her purse, she looked like the party-prone twenty-four year old she was. Kylie was in a similar state; though Bianca at least had her neat up do helping her look less messy. The blonde was surrounded by a messy mane that, when coupled with her dark lipstick, black eyeliner and black leather choker, made it impossible for her to not look like she was seducing someone.
“We should go to bed,” Kylie said.
“Bed’s too far.” As she felt her body coming down from the adrenaline rush of the night, Bianca grabbed hold of Kylie’s hand and laced their fingers together. “I’m lonely. I wanna sleep here.” She paused for a moment before turning over to look up at her friend. “I need a boyfriend… bad.”
Too tired to argue or move, Kylie exhaled a long breathe. As the lit room fell into silence, she heard Bianca begin to breathe heavily but evenly. Without caring about the light, the positioning, or the fact that they’d both be hung over in the morning, Kylie let herself fall asleep as well.
--- --- ---
“Any discussion of this outside the walls of this room will be punishable by death,” Chancellor Ocato announced. The Elder Council showed their understanding by nodding their heads, though no one said a word.
“The scroll, High Chancellor,” a Redguard man said as he placed the rolled piece of parchment in Ocato’s hands.
“May the Nine forgive us if they feel we act against them,” he whispered under his breath as he looked over the Akavari symbols painted across the scroll, “but I do pray this works.” Crafting such an ancient and powerful spell had taken many sleepless nights to prefect, and they still felt no guarantees.
“We all do,” Fregro reminded him. “Let this begin… for Tamriel.”
“For Tamriel,” the Council repeated in a hushed whisper, as if they were saying it to themselves for comfort.
As Bianca slept, she had a strange dream. She was floating somewhere black; her body numb all over save for a tight feeling in her abdomen. She held on tighter to Kylie as she felt a numbing void pulling her away. In an attempt to protect her body from whatever unknown place she was headed for, she curled up in a ball and clutched the things in her hands in a near crushing grip, hoping to anchor herself any way she could.
The Elder Council felt a great pressure fighting against them, and the room soon erupted in a pale, gold light. The scroll lay unraveled in the middle of the large table and the Council fought to channel enough energy into the spell, but something was resisting; something wasn’t going as they planned.
A few members slumped over, unconscious, and the remaining ones couldn’t pick up the slack. They soon fell back in to their seats, the wind rushing out of them. For a few eternal moments it felt like the energy in the room was suffocating them, but it soon diffused into the air.
The sounds of groaning and heavy breathing soon followed as Council members clutched their hearts, trying to calm their heaving chests. Ocato shut his eyes and prepared to accept defeat, but was surprised by an unexpected noise coming from down the hall. On shaky legs he stood up, supporting himself against the wall of the meeting room. When he weakly pushed open the heavy wooden door he confirmed his suspicions. There was a baby crying down the hall.
--- --- ---
“I’m gonna puke,” Bianca groaned as she rolled over on the wooden floor. When she forced her eyes open her blurred vision caught site of Kylie slouched against a dingy wall. She squinted and began breathing heavily, her mind already in a state of panic. Lacking coordination due to a number of reasons, she tripped over her own two feet in an attempt to stand. Her high-heeled shoe scratched the back of her leg, tearing a hole in her nylons as she fell into a tangled heap of her own limbs.
The sound of her struggle woke up the figure sleeping in the violet bed across the room. The man, clad in blue robes, turned over to investigate the noise. As his vision focused through the veil of sleep, his eyes met that of a woman who was on her hands and knees on the floor; her make-up smeared, dress half off her shoulder, eyes bloodshot and confused.
Before he could say a word, Martin heard the woman let lose a blood-curdling scream.