RushalotPL
03-04-2017, 11:17 PM
Pocket Legends: Neo Mages
Episode 1: Neo Mages
Chapter 2: Evolution
After the casing from the Tokarev fell on the cobblestone, the Elf’s head was covered what Cinnamon did not want to see because she shut her eyes. All of us were horrified, but it was best to remain silent. The agent who finished that innocent Elf placed his pistol in the gun pouch. Seven rounds left, and seven citizens to shoot us all.
SUA Officer #1: *spits* “Ublyudok..”
A truck appeared with few more armed agents as they got out. Inspecting what was going on, a commissar appeared as they saluted to each other. Looking at the Elf, he ordered his comrades.
Commissar: “Snimayem telo.”
The agents did what they were told; they carried the Elf onto truck. Before they began to move out, the agent that shot the Elf gave me a quick suspicious glance. The engines started to grumble, and they disappeared from the town square.
UUSR Citizen #1: “What an idiot…”
UUSR Citizen #2: “Few days later, we’ll end up like him.”
UUSR Citizen #3: “Crazy bears these days…”
As the crowd demolished, it was just me, Cinnamon, and Mark. I took a stare at the bloody, wooden post.
Marksman: “Now, what.”
Angela: “I’m gonna’ join the Neo Mages.”
Cinnamon: “But, Angela-”
Angela: “Ever since before the civil war, Mom took me in charge so I can take care of you. I’ve always took care of you over the past few years. Please, Cinnamon, trust me.”
Without an argument, she agreed.
Cinnamon: *hugs* “I love you, Angela…”
Angela: *hugs* “Love you, too…”
Marksman: “You ladies gonna’ hug forever, or are we gonna’ go kick some communist butts?”
Three of us started our journey by walking towards the forest where I knew rumors about Neo Mages. As we marched towards the hills, the sky unexpectedly became golden as the sun became to dive into the high mountains. I’ll never forget what happened to the Elf. He would join us if he was alive by now, but now history has begun. Dragunov ordering his invulnerable SUA to kill us all, hundreds of DA war prisoners being sent to labor camps in the dark soil of Fathom Crypt, and humans arriving from Alterra ever since a hundred years ago. A green forest on top of the mountain lays as we reached to the top. We entered the forest, and three of us kept advancing on the dirt roads. There’s gotta’ be at least a single Neo Mage somewhere. The next thing I knew, I noticed a dark tent and a blonde Ursan standing by, equipped with a dagger. After he noticed us, his face became satisfied.
Ursan: “Hey, Angela. You ready to join the Neo Mages?”
Angela: “If I’m not ready, then why would I be here, Tom?”
He’s actually Thompson, according to his parents. His name is kind of similar to Marksman, except he’s a blonde Ursan. A bit taller than me, but has the same age of Marksman.
Thompson: “At least you’re eighteen and a strong Elf. The rest of you guys will have to leave to avoid suspicion from the SUA.”
Angela: “Take Cinnamon home, Mark. Take care of her.”
Aunt Georgia and Uncle Leo lived here before the formation of the UUSR. Unfortunately, our uncle was an Ursan. He was drafted into the Crimson Army, but was killed in the first day of the Alterran Civil War. It’s better than being orphans because most of them were sent to labor camps in Crypta. Not all of them survived. Without a word, he walked towards back to the city as Cinnamon followed him like a curious animal. However, she wasn’t ready to leave yet.
Cinnamon: *waves* “Bye, Angel! I hope you come back safe!”
Angela: *waves back* “Bye!”
As they grew smaller, I turned back towards to Thompson.
Thompson: “They’re gone. To the secret entrance!”
Angela: “A secret entrance?”
To Be Continued...
Episode 1: Neo Mages
Chapter 2: Evolution
After the casing from the Tokarev fell on the cobblestone, the Elf’s head was covered what Cinnamon did not want to see because she shut her eyes. All of us were horrified, but it was best to remain silent. The agent who finished that innocent Elf placed his pistol in the gun pouch. Seven rounds left, and seven citizens to shoot us all.
SUA Officer #1: *spits* “Ublyudok..”
A truck appeared with few more armed agents as they got out. Inspecting what was going on, a commissar appeared as they saluted to each other. Looking at the Elf, he ordered his comrades.
Commissar: “Snimayem telo.”
The agents did what they were told; they carried the Elf onto truck. Before they began to move out, the agent that shot the Elf gave me a quick suspicious glance. The engines started to grumble, and they disappeared from the town square.
UUSR Citizen #1: “What an idiot…”
UUSR Citizen #2: “Few days later, we’ll end up like him.”
UUSR Citizen #3: “Crazy bears these days…”
As the crowd demolished, it was just me, Cinnamon, and Mark. I took a stare at the bloody, wooden post.
Marksman: “Now, what.”
Angela: “I’m gonna’ join the Neo Mages.”
Cinnamon: “But, Angela-”
Angela: “Ever since before the civil war, Mom took me in charge so I can take care of you. I’ve always took care of you over the past few years. Please, Cinnamon, trust me.”
Without an argument, she agreed.
Cinnamon: *hugs* “I love you, Angela…”
Angela: *hugs* “Love you, too…”
Marksman: “You ladies gonna’ hug forever, or are we gonna’ go kick some communist butts?”
Three of us started our journey by walking towards the forest where I knew rumors about Neo Mages. As we marched towards the hills, the sky unexpectedly became golden as the sun became to dive into the high mountains. I’ll never forget what happened to the Elf. He would join us if he was alive by now, but now history has begun. Dragunov ordering his invulnerable SUA to kill us all, hundreds of DA war prisoners being sent to labor camps in the dark soil of Fathom Crypt, and humans arriving from Alterra ever since a hundred years ago. A green forest on top of the mountain lays as we reached to the top. We entered the forest, and three of us kept advancing on the dirt roads. There’s gotta’ be at least a single Neo Mage somewhere. The next thing I knew, I noticed a dark tent and a blonde Ursan standing by, equipped with a dagger. After he noticed us, his face became satisfied.
Ursan: “Hey, Angela. You ready to join the Neo Mages?”
Angela: “If I’m not ready, then why would I be here, Tom?”
He’s actually Thompson, according to his parents. His name is kind of similar to Marksman, except he’s a blonde Ursan. A bit taller than me, but has the same age of Marksman.
Thompson: “At least you’re eighteen and a strong Elf. The rest of you guys will have to leave to avoid suspicion from the SUA.”
Angela: “Take Cinnamon home, Mark. Take care of her.”
Aunt Georgia and Uncle Leo lived here before the formation of the UUSR. Unfortunately, our uncle was an Ursan. He was drafted into the Crimson Army, but was killed in the first day of the Alterran Civil War. It’s better than being orphans because most of them were sent to labor camps in Crypta. Not all of them survived. Without a word, he walked towards back to the city as Cinnamon followed him like a curious animal. However, she wasn’t ready to leave yet.
Cinnamon: *waves* “Bye, Angel! I hope you come back safe!”
Angela: *waves back* “Bye!”
As they grew smaller, I turned back towards to Thompson.
Thompson: “They’re gone. To the secret entrance!”
Angela: “A secret entrance?”
To Be Continued...