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Cold water lapped at her toes while warm sand cradled her back. Although her body was lax, her keen eyes read the stars in the night sky.
Every family had their traditions. Hers was an oral story passed from one generation to the next.
Once a century, a gateway appeared which allowed land dwellers to join an annual bazaar under the sea. For generations, her family had traded at this obscure event, exchanging common items that can only be found on land for rare treasures that were in abundance underwater. Through this centenary transaction, they accumulated the wealth that built up their family.
But of her generation, she was the only one left who believed the gateway was true.
Dismissing the bazaar as a fable, none of her cousins even bothered to turn up. It was just her and her immediate family at the empty beach, and they only came to keep her company.
Even if she was wrong, all she would lose was just one night. But if she was right, she wouldn’t need to work for the rest of her life. She was more than happy to take that chance.
Among the ocean of stars, she found three purple sparks, lined in an arc over the horizon. Their mirror image in the sea completed the circle.
It was the gateway.
She jumped to her feet. Just like in the stories, she stretched her right hand out towards the circle, fingers curved as if she was digging her tips into a sponge wall. She turned her hand clockwise, using her fingers like a key to open a passageway into the heart of the sea.
She turned back to her stunned family, teeth flashing in the dark as she smiled.
Everything came with a price. Immortality was no exception, even if he never asked for it.
In fact, his immortality was an accident. To the woman who forced immortality on him, he was just another body to pay the price for her.
Because the price of immortality was to turn into a monster. Some faster than others, but inevitable all the same.
“You’re sturdier than I thought,” the woman said as he clutched his clawed hand. “You can turn into a monster, or turn others into monsters to stay human. Which do you choose?”
He didn’t choose immortality, but turning into a monster would be like dying, and above all he wanted to live.
“I want to stay human,” he said.
She nodded. “I’ll teach you how.”
On the steps leading up to his office, raindrops danced like the fingertips of a pianist on a deep red umbrella with cat ears.
His eyes narrowed in fondness. He would recognise that umbrella anywhere.
Sure enough, when he crouched down for a better view under the waterproof fabric, he found his daughter, drowsily wrapped around another deep blue umbrella.
“If you’re tired you should have stayed home,” he said.
She startled at his voice. The plump cat ears bobbled as she moved.
“Dad!” She untangled her skinny limbs to offer him the second umbrella, a blue twin to her. “For you.”
“What a coincidence. I left my umbrella at home today,” he lied.
With some careful juggling, he gripped his briefcase and umbrella handle in one hand, leaving the other free for his daughter.
Hand in hand, they stepped into the rain, dry under their mobile canopy while matching cat ears danced above them.
Genre: slice of life, family
It was a beautiful prison.
Soft grass carpeted the ground, watered by a cool river that sparkled under the clear blue sky.
But it was still a prison.
The endless horizon was only an illusion. If any of them strayed too close to the invisible boundary, the air twisted into an insidious maze that invariably spit them back where they started.
In the beginning, they were determined to break out. But as the skinny stream grew into a wide river, the fierce fire in their hearts wore down to dying embers and then cold ash, leaving him as the last spark.
It didn’t matter if everyone else was happy with their pretty prison.What he wanted was out there. Even if he was the only one left, even though his shoes frayed and his feet swelled from all the walking, he kept looking.
The day he finally found the exit, he was alone. He stood there for a long time, knowing that he had found what he was looking for, but not remembering why.
Should he return to the familiar comfort behind him, or should he press on towards a goal he had already forgotten?
He thought about the idyllic space behind him, the crisp river that wound around the vibrant trees that shaded them from the warm sun. If even that hadn’t stopped him from his goal, then his goal must have been important.
He turned his back to the space he knew and stepped into the unknown.
Last month, my goal was to create at least two sets of three related stories. You can check them out following the links below:
This month, the goal is more admin related. I would like to update the ‘Most Liked Stories’ page.
Keep safe and see you next month 🙂
~From a Small Connection~
As a solo adventurer, he was used to going hours, sometimes days without talking to anyone.
[MintBreeze: Got everything on the list for Prana Plains]
[MinBreeze: LopADop has a request. Do you have <<Sirasira Cores>>?]
[MintBreeze: There’s someone at Mikly Mountain asking for <<Slime-kissed Syrup>>. Do you have any?]
He was not used to all this chatter.
MintBreeze might just be a beginner adventurer, but there was nothing beginner about her network. Only she contacted him, but it felt like a whole island of people spilled through her words.
“I’m an adventurer, not a broker!” he said to his house sitter Orion one evening after returning from his trip.
“This sounds like a good thing. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure and all that.” Orion’s eyes wandered over to the extra rooms in the house. “And you have a lot of ‘other people’s treasures’ behind these doors.”
He wanted to reply with “So you’re saying I have a lot of trash?”, but he wouldn’t like the reply, so the words never left his lips.
“I’m an adventurer because I don’t want to deal with people,” he said instead, only to belatedly remember that Orion was one of those ‘people’. “No offence.”
His house sitter didn’t bother to hide his amused smile.
“None taken. It’s the reason I can have this job.” Orion reached over and clapped his shoulder. “You do you. Leave people to me.”
He left MintBreeze to Orion and set off for his next trip. When he returned, his house had turned into an office.
Pushing past the people gathered in his living room, he found the man he was looking for.
“What happened to my house?”
In the three days he was away, Orion and MintBreeze had expended the casual network of requests into a public platform. For a small fee, anyone could post their request, for anyone who was willing and able to fulfil it.
“Well, we say ‘anyone’, but it’s only within the circle of people we know,” Orion said.
“‘We’ as in?”
“MintBreeze and I.”
“… So half the region knows about this.”
Within a year, their humble platform would plant branches all over the region, connecting adventurers with residents through mutually beneficial quests.
But that was later. Right now, he had a more pressing concern.
“If you’re using my house as an office, where do I go?”
Orion pointed up towards the ceiling. “There’s still the second floor.”
He just came back, but he was itching to leave already.
Follows after Even the Small Things.
~For the Small Requests~
It wasn’t unusual for him to receive requests before he left the neighbourhood for another trip. Many rare and expensive items in the marketplace were common ‘junk items’ for adventurers like him. It was a simple thing for him to pick up some extra items on the way.
The difficult requests, actually, were the ones were they asked for something that could only be found in areas that were ‘too easy’ for him.
Some wildlands were more dangerous than others, depending on the power of the creatures that populated it. The life of an adventurer was a constant push towards more and more challenging areas to grow stronger.
For him, who now fought one-on-one against creatures that towered as tall as mountains with bodies thicker than rivers, going back to hunt the little ones that he could wipe out with just a flick of a finger made him feel like a bully.
Still, here he was, a high level adventurer, standing in the peaceful grassy plains that was home to the fluffy quacklings that were even smaller than his sword.
He wasn’t doing this for himself. He came all the way here, to a place he hadn’t visited since he was just a fledgling adventurer, as a favour for his neighbour.
He swept his sword in the familiar arc of his first multi-target attack <<Sword Gust>>.
The quacklings could only quack in shock as their bodies shattered, leaving behind handfuls of coins were they stood, along with other random bits and bobs.
Not a single <<Quackling Feather>>.
He selected a new direction to unleash his attack.
Another adventurer watched him with wide eyes, completely forgetting the quackling before her until it headbutted her off her feet.
Unlike him, whose one attack wiped out multiple quacklings, this adventurer needed multiple attacks before she finally defeated the one quackling.
“Wow, you’re really strong,” she said. Then her head tilted quizzically. “Why are you hunting quacklings?”
“I’m looking for <<Quackling Feathers>>.
Her face brightened. “How many?”
“I have twenty. Trade?”
Well, it would save him time, and it’ll be beneficial for this beginner too. A quackling would typically drop around 15~23 gold upon defeat.
“I’ll take it for 20 gold each.”
Gold and feathers exchanged owners.
“Do you have anything else on this list?” He pulled up his lists of requests to fulfill.
She did, in fact. Hoarding was common among beginners, so she’d held on to everything she collected even when she had no idea what to do with them. He was more than happy to take them off her hands.
[MintBreeze has sent you a friend request.]
“If there’s anything else you’re looking for, shoot me a message,” she said.
That wasn’t a bad idea. He raised his hand to make his selection.
[New friend added.]
No matter how far he travelled, he always knew he was home when he heard their calls.
“What did you get?”
The children in the neighbourhood left their waiting place and swarmed around him. He slowed his pace, dodging around the nudging through the little bodies with careful strength.
“That depends. Did you finish your chores today?” he teased.
Excited eyes looked out from naive faces, completely lacking the fear and distrust he usually saw from the other cities. To them, he wasn’t a monstrous adventurer. He was just a ‘big brother who travelled a lot and gave interesting goodies’.
“Let me drop off some items and we’ll see what’s left,” he said.
As an adventurer, he travelled further than anyone else, risking his life and more on the journey, but also encountered more breathtaking treasures than most people would ever see in their lifetime. Many adventurers only kept what was valuable, preferring to discard the more common items dropped by the creatures they defeated. He would never do that, not while he could still remember the awe faces of his neighbours at even the ‘junk items’ his fellow adventurers scoffed at.
If asked, his most important equipment wasn’t his weapons that cut down his obstacles, or the armour that protected his life, but the adventurer’s pack strapped on his back. Even though it had the shape and weight of a typical backpack, he could fit enough things to fill a whole room in it. Its capacity wasn’t limitless, but it was at least enough for him to bring some souvenirs home.
Like quacklings, the children followed him around the neighbourhood, peering curiously over his arms as he reached into his pack, again and again. Ten <<Brobat Wing Tips>> for the artist, twenty <<Lalafly Venom Sacs>> for the potion master, five <<Thabear Fur Coats>> for the tailor…
Finally, he delivered everything his neighbours had requested. He settled at the front porch of his house and reached into his pack once more.
<<Lumin Shard>>, <<Orina’s Teardrop>>, <<Orb of Micarin>>, <<Firia Tree Sap>>, <<Amber Of A Song>>.
He laid the shiny trinkets before the children.
“Take your pick.”
He smiled as the children deliberated their options. gauging the items not by functional or market value but how they fit into the children’s carefully curated collection.
On his adventures, he had seen creatures larger than their village square, rivers that spun in the air, trees that carried mountains and more. But it was only back home, watching his neighbours treasure even the small things, that he truly realise the value of the amazing sights he saw so frequently.
Truly, coming home was always worth the trip.
A girl bounced lightly from one bench to the next. Only her shadow touched the yellowed grass beneath her.
A boy looked down from his window. “What are you doing?”
The girl looked up. “I’m a cotton ball!”
“You’re a kid,” the boy shot back.
“Only when I touch the ground.”
The girl continued her weightless bounce, her long hair flowing around her like wings.
Then an adult called the girl’s name. With a final bounce, the girl’s feet touched the ground, and the carefree cotton ball turned into a prim lady. With precise steps, she closed the distance between herself and the adult and left his field of vision.
The boy’s lips twisted.
He preferred the cotton ball.
Inspired by the prompt nefelibata.
Genre: slice of life
If she was an animal, she would be a house cat. Content to laze her whole life, draped bonelessly over things while watching the world pass.
Her brother was cut from an altogether different cloth. He was more like a dog, always on his feet, ready to do something. He faced life with a determination not to waste a single moment, which meant that when he actually needed to stop and rest, he didn’t know how.
Fortunately for him, she, expert on doing nothing, was willing to help him out.
They lay side by side on his bed, her easily stretched out on her back like a cat basking in the sun, her brother doing a very good impersonation of a stick insect. The only time he broke the straight line his tense body made was to cough or grab a tissue, and the occasional attempt to escape.
The blanket shifted. She reached out to press her brother back down without even opening her eyes.
“What do you want? I’ll get it for you,” she said.
“Just want to stretch my legs,” her brother said in a hoarse whisper.
“Nope. Walking is still work.”
“You just went.”
“I want to go again.”
She opened one eye. “If you need to go every ten minutes, you need to see a doctor. So? Do I need to make the call?”
Her brother’s gaze slipped away from hers. “… No. I’ll stay.”
“That’s what I thought.” She shifted onto her side so that she had a better view of her brother’s face, especially the deep lines etched onto his brow. She couldn’t help but press a finger to the furrowed skin and try to smooth it out. Her brother gently nudged her hand away.
“Don’t come too close. You don’t want to get sick.”
“I do, actually. Then I can laze in bed all day.” She grinned.
Her brother’s lips twitched. “Let’s trade.”
She released an exaggerated sigh. “Sadly, fatigue isn’t contagious.”
Her brother replied with a smile as tense as the rest of him. She shook her head in exasperation.
“How are we related?”
“We both like pineapple in savoury dishes,” her brother said immediately.
“And we like honey in our coffee.”
She smacked her lips. “Yum.”
Her brother continued, listing all kinds of delicious food combinations that made her want to make a trip to…
She frowned and pushed herself up on her elbows to give herself the extra height to loom over her brother, which didn’t really work because the bed sunk beneath her but that wasn’t important.
“I know what you’re doing. I’m not going anywhere. Not even for food. My job today is to teach you to be lazy, and I’m going to make sure you learn it. Go to sleep!”
She dropped back onto her side and ran her fingers through her brother’s hair, the way her parents used to do when she was younger. Just enough pressure to be felt, unhurried and regular, drawing rhythmic patterns into his scalp as if she could pull the tension in his body out with her fingertips.
In the end, they couldn’t remember who fell asleep first, but the important thing was that her brother finally gave his body the rest it deserved.
She rewarded herself with another nap.
Genre: slice of life, family