Legends of Times (Working Title) pt. 3

pt. 1: https://mcblaydes.wordpress.com/2017/03/17/legends-of-times-working-title-pt-1/
pt. 2: https://mcblaydes.wordpress.com/2017/03/24/legends-of-times-working-title-pt-2/

Sorry that I’m a week behind on this part. I would like to say that it was because it was an April Fool’s joke that it didn’t happen last week, but that’s not the case. Hope everyone enjoys the next part of this story. Please share if you enjoy it. Also, please comment on anything that might make it better or even give thoughts.

As she ran, her legs began to burn with exhaustion, and her lungs could hardly hold the breath in them anymore. She soon keeled over, gasping for air as her lungs had hardly any left. Soon enough, she looked around and found herself in an unfamiliar area—It was filled with trees that almost seemed to have faces that were twisted as if they were people seeing their own deaths pass in front of them—How can that be? She had lived on the island her whole life, how could there be a single place she hadn’t discovered already.

Just then, a gale of wind passed by her, sending a chill down her spine. She shuddered and looked towards where the wind had passed through. There was a strange light emanating from that direction, and although she did not hear a voice, it felt like something was called her towards that direction. “Is anyone there?” she called out. No answer. Of course there wasn’t; it was most likely just her mind playing tricks on her. Even though that was the most likely case, she found herself call out again, “Is anyone there?” almost without even a single thought.

A voice answered this time, loud and clamoring. Sadie clasped her ears as hard as she could and screamed, or at least she thought she screamed. The voice was so loud that she could not even hear her own voice anymore. She would’ve sworn that she had fainted at that point as everything seemed to almost fade away even for just a moment.

Regardless though, the voice did eventually pass. Sadie then rose to her feet, her ears ringing, and continued moving toward the light, still feeling the call towards it but too afraid to make another noise in fear that the voice would speak again. When she entered the light, she gasped.

Standing there was a man, his figure small and dainty. His eyes shined like rubies, and his hair was the color of finer gold than any Sadie had seen in her entire life. He also had a slight tuft of hair that flowed down to his brow that took more of a reddish color. When she glanced past him, there standing was a sword that seemed to match the description of the sword in Grandpa’s story. She took a step forward, but the man stood to her and shook his head. He said something in a language unknown to her, but she felt like she got the idea. Apparently, she wasn’t supposed to come closer.

Instead, she sat down, crossing her legs, and met his gaze with hers. She honestly didn’t know what to do next, and it seemed like at the very least this guy knew where they were at. “By the way,” she started, “I really don’t know if you can understand me, but I really need to get back home. Do you know where I’m at, at least, so I can work my way home?”

The man didn’t say anything in response. After all, it was possible he couldn’t even understand her. Instead, he walked over to her and quietly rested his hand on her shoulder. Smoke began to rise from underneath the palm of his hand. Also, it glowed as if the spot was a metal that had just been heated by the furnace. Sadie gasped in shock, but not really in pain as it for some strange reason did not feel like it was burning, though it sure did look like it.

When he raised his hand, she found herself sitting in front of Grandpa’s house, the night surrounding her. Suddenly feeling exhausted, she trudged inside and fell straight into bed. Luckily, the next day was rest day so she could sleep in even if it was only for a little bit.

The morning came sooner than she would have expected. In fact, it felt almost immediately after she had fallen in bed. Even more so, the light wasn’t even coming from outside. What’s going on here? She jumped out of bed, her body spry and full of energy that hadn’t been there a few moments before. Turning her gaze towards the light, she saw a symbol of a bird glowing on her shoulder where the man had set his hand on it. “Did he actually burn me and leave a mark?” the words exploded out of her mouth.

She grasped it, and it felt like the palm of her hand began to burn. In pain, she tried to pull her hand away from her shoulder, but her hand would not let go almost as if it had bonded to her shoulder. In desperation, she continued to try to yank her hand free. She even gritted her teeth as the pain seared through her. Pulling as hard as she could, she eventually got her hand free from its prison. Still, it showed almost no sign of burning though the tingling pain still covered it. There was no burnt skin, maybe just a slightly redder spot; that was it!

Anyway, while the mark stayed, it definitely was no longer giving off any light, and since she had once again grown tired, she went back to bed. The questions she had would have to wait till the morning, but she fully intended to figure them out, some way or somehow. Before long though, her thoughts slowly faded away as she fell into a really deep sleep.

The next morning started just like any other morning. The sun peered into the window, waking Sadie from what seemed like a short night. When she got up, she checked her shoulder. The mark was still there. Welp, guess last night wasn’t a dream after all. She honestly wished it was all a dream, but it seemed like that wasn’t going to be the case.


Legends of Times (Working Title) pt. 2

For those who missed it, here is part 1:

Please give any opinions you might have on this so that I can continue to get better. Pt. 3 should be coming in another week, if you have any suggestions please don’t hesitate to let me know.

Sadie stood there as Bastian waved bye and started working his way back towards the fields to continue helping with the harvest. In these moments, she felt the true darkness of silence. She shrugged her shoulders and continued on her way. “Let’s just get this over with.”

The rest of the day passed very drearily. She basically spent the whole day feeding the animals. Sighing, she wondered if anything would ever happen in this world more than just this dreary day to day. As she passed the town center, a priest from one of the neighboring islands was out on the streets shouting something. Before she noticed, he had worked his way in front of her, saying, “Hello, miss, it’s a beautiful day today.”

She doubled back, holding her hands up, blocking him. “Whoa!” she exclaimed. “Where did you come from all of a sudden?”

“Why, I am just a traveler passing through sharing some news that has graciously reached my ears.” He looked at her with an awkward smile like he never even noticed her surprise; in fact, his eyes were smiling in much the same fashion. “Would you perhaps like to hear it as well?”

In her mind, she groaned. She didn’t really care, but he was probably going to tell her anyway. “Sure! I’ll be happy to hear this news you’re talking about!” she exclaimed with a smile and excitement that immediately fell into the pit of her stomach.

He continued on with that same smile on his face, talking about this or that, she really didn’t care. Good, he didn’t notice! But man, he could talk… So, he continued rambling on about multiple things involving other islands and their towns. After a while, she thought she heard the word “Valeon” sprinkled in and cut him off, “Hey, what did you just say?”

“Why, I was beginning to speak on how the Selection has been faring among the other towns. Most have come up with their—”

“No, before that, something about Valeon!” It was really just a story, but it had been some time since she had heard the place mentioned by someone other than Grandpa that it seemed to take a little more of a life to it.

“Aw yes, this is a special time where the Selection has timed itself with the disappearance of the great island country of Valeon. The records point to the fact that it has been 800 years since the strange fall and disappearance. Many are wondering if this will have some effect on the proceedings.” He stopped talking for a bit and stared at Sadie, maybe he was expecting a response. Before long, he looked out to the now darkening sky, turned back to her with a much more inviting smile, and said softly, “I need to get going, but if you want to hear more I will be in town for a few more days.”

With that, he turned aside and worked his way up the road to what seemed like the mayor’s house. She wondered if maybe he had some business with him. Whatever… it’s not like it’s her place to pry. On the other hand, this might at the very least be a cure for the boredom she’s been feeling the past few days. “It wouldn’t hurt just to take a look,” she said to herself, her curiosity prickling the back of her neck.

She first off walked away a bit until she felt he could no longer see her and started skulking behind him on the edge of the road. Making certain to use the trees and houses along the way to hide herself, she saw the priest knock on the mayor’s door. The mayor came out, they talked for a few moments, and they then both entered the house.

Sadie carefully made her way to the house and peered into one of the windows. They had just made their way into the room. She ducked below the windowsill when they turned towards her. She could feel her heart starting to beat against her chest. Taking a deep breath, she focused towards what they were talking about.

“You can’t possibly expect me to keep this going,” the mayor said, his voice sounding drained.

“Come now, it’s merely a little bit more before we finally reach our goal.”

“My goal is not your goal!”

A moment passed, and the sound of shattered glass blasted against Sadie’s eardrums. What could possibly be going on in there? The priest continued, “I have no need of someone who cannot see the bigger picture here. Time is extremely short, and I cannot have any delays. Do we have an understanding?” Sadie imagined him with that strange smile coming across his face.

“The price is too high! How could I possibly face my people if something were to happen to them?” The mayor’s voice was strained. That’s enough! Her curiosity got the better of her, and she looked through the window to see some blood seeping through a cut above the mayor’s eye. His breathing seemed heavy and his eyes faded.

Turning to the priest, she saw that smile once again though it now felt much heavier, darker in a way. “Very well, unfortunately I only have so much patience.” He snapped his finger and a tall man flung the door open. Sadie turned away, as the mayor began to beg for forgiveness and to be left alone and the sound of a struggle.

Once she couldn’t hear anything anymore, she turned back to see someone’s torso. Looking up, she saw the priest staring down at her. Before she knew what came next, she had already started taking back off towards the road as fast as she could.

Legends of Times (Working Title) pt. 1

This is a story that I decided to start posting as a way to get myself more focused on writing. I hope everyone enjoys it, and I should be posting pt. 2 by end of next week. If anyone has any suggestions for where to take it, please do not hesitate to comment and let me know. This will hopefully be a fun project for both me and my readers.


Hundreds of years ago, there existed an island country by the name of Valeon. It was powerful to say the least, but out of nowhere it somehow disappeared. As the legends speak however, there was a mystical sword that perhaps may have had something to do with its magnificent rise and perhaps even its unexplainable fall. This sword was of a golden hue with a tassle that was tied to its hilt. It is said that the sword could strike down even the souls of its enemies. There is little else–

“Grandpa, are you done yet? I’ve heard this story at least a thousand times,” Sadie groaned.

“But you used to love this story. You’d ask to hear it every single day.”

“Yeah, when I was like five. That was ten years ago! It gets kind of boring after a while.”

Grandpa didn’t respond. He just looked down, smacked his lips a couple times and started walking away almost like he’d lost his whole world.

She sighed. That story was old. How could she not have grown bored of it by now? She’d just give him a little reprieve, but not too much she couldn’t let him get too used to it. “Grandpa, just not right now, ok? I’ll listen to your story later. Now, just isn’t a good time, is all.”

He turned back to her, a little light having returned to his eyes. Still, it wasn’t the same glow that they had just possessed moments before. He nodded and then proceeded to walk into the other room, dragging his feet as he did. It gave her the creeps whenever he’d move around like that. She swore every time he looked like he was half dead or something. It started and has been getting stronger ever since Grandma passed over a year ago or so.

Not only that, the more Sadie thought about it, the more it seemed like he was losing more and more of himself with each passing day. Sometimes, he would forget what he was doing. She even heard him call out to Grandma multiple times during the night. He tried not to show it, but it seemed like there were times when he couldn’t even remember her name.

Shaking her head, she wished those thoughts away. No good would come out of them anyway. Grandpa was just getting older and wasn’t as quick witted as he was before, that’s all. A long exhale later, she finally had calmed down. She returned to her room and dropped into bed, lying there tossing and turning.

After what felt like an eternity, she got out of bed with a groan. Looking out of her window, she stared out at the stars that had sprawled themselves across the sky’s canvas. It felt strange… At times like this, it really did feel like there was something mystical out there somewhere. From memory, she started to recite the story again from about where Grandpa had left off:

“There is little known about what had become of the sword over so many years, but it’s believed that it waits for someone worthy of its power to appear. Perhaps its secret can be found by one whose bravery is unlike any other who will search out the secrets of this island nation…”

“Stupid!” she remarked to herself. It’s not like any of that story was true anyway. Leaning against her wall, she blew up to move a stray strand of hair that had fallen over her eye. There’s really nothing mystical out there anyway; after all, if something like that existed wouldn’t there be more out there than just Grandpa’s words.

The dawn seemed to break faster than Sadie had even expected. Another day where nothing would really happen. With a huff, she left her room and headed out of the house. Grandpa was still asleep, and she thought best not to wake him so headed out towards the fields for work.

The young mothers who were picking up some of the corn that had fallen on the ground each greeted her as she passed. It definitely always seemed like all of them thought of her as a younger sister or daughter as she was the oldest one who had yet to reach the age of adulthood. It was definitely harvest time, but even with new food on the stocks, things felt just a little sour.

“Hey, how’s it goin’?”

That was definitely no stranger calling! She turned to see Bastian standing there with a sickle in his hand and a goofy grin on his face. He wiped the sweat off his brow with his arm.

Sadie answered coyly, “Well, I have to get some things done. Just normal stuff, you know?”

“Well, well, well,” he started, as he took long, slow strides towards her. “I think you might be in need of some of my services then.” He raised his sickle slightly, signaling it.

“Maybe I do… What services are we talking about here?”

“A little bit of this, a little bit of that. You know, normal stuff.”

A moment of silence passed between them, and they started to laugh like crazy. Sadie actually started to feel her sides tighten up as she continued. After just barely catching her breath, she wheezed out, “I can’t believe you! I almost took you seriously there for a second.”

“Well, you know, I have to eventually start getting better.” He cocked his head slightly. “You play your part so well after all. I kinda questioned whether I would be quite as good as you. Next time, I’ll play my part even better than you.”

“Keep dreaming. You’ve never beaten me in anything.”

“What about with the Selec–”

“In things that actually matter. Seriously!” she exclaimed. It’s not like anybody even cares about that anyway.

“Anyway,” Bastian chimed in, “I’ve probably been gone for too long. Probably need to head back. You’re actually helping with the animals today, aren’t you?

“Somebody has to, I guess,” she answered, shrugging her shoulders. “If I don’t, I guess it just won’t be done.”

“Alright, well, see ya later.”

“See ya.”