[TGI] "Dirge of All" ('Pilot' part III)

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#87088703Wednesday, January 16, 2013 10:45 PM GMT

http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=87059303 Up above these words so high... Is the link to the previous part. And then the one before that in that. ... What, did you want me to remake bloody Twinkle Twinkle Little Star? -------------- "Inysa, why do we have to do this so late?" Phygiar, the youngest of us at eleven years of age, had been completely asleep when I woke him up. On that note, so was most of the town. That was the entire point of doing it now, after all. After Rais dragged me back to our home (And I do mean dragged. Not that it made much of a difference to him, he'd carried heavier things for longer.) he didn't at all give me an explaination as to why. Quite simply, that really pissed me off. What that Imperial had said, that was quite literally a dream bundle. Returned sight, passage out of this nothing town, AND something to do? I mean, literally, that's everything I had always hoped for. I had Phygiar guiding me to the Imperial ships that had landed near the edge of the town. Too young to have formed some kind of opinion as Rais had, he was more than willing to go on a little trip. Even if that meant waking up in the dead of night. "Because, Rais wouldn't, and Father wouldn't give me the time of day, little one," I replied. I was trying to keep pace with Phygiar, but... He was just going so damn slow. I almost wanted to just go off ahead on my own, able to find it or not. "But... It's the middle of night," I grimaced. "Oh, hush you. You know what I mean." For a summer night, it was almost unfairly cold outside. The northern winds were relentless right now, an omnipresent force that made it irritating to hear anything. By their direction, that likely meant that Blackout Week was coming. The rotation of Paragon doesn't revolve on any particular axis; instead, it moves in a distorted pattern. The planet was kept at a relatively balanced temperature, because of this, but now and again the rotation had most of the planet's north put in a week of constant sunlight, and the south a week of constant darkness. The year was based around these, along with many cultural traditions. The Imperium didn't mind, leaving things to run themselves when it comes to that. "Hello there, Rais' girlfriend slash sister. And company, hello to you too," said the voice of the sentinel from earlier. I smiled, more to be polite than anything. "Inysa Cadence. Sister to them both. And hello to you...?" I heard him chuckle. "Yes, manners, how ever had I forgot. David Morvel, at your service, little lady." I placed my hand farther up on Phygiar's arm, and leaned in. "Go on back," I told him, "Thank you." "You're welcome," he said. I could almost see him smiling that stupid grin of his, squinting his eyes slightly and his mouth closed. He started walking away, back in the direction we had come. "Bye, Inysa, see you in the morning!" "Goodbye to you too," I called. David grunted for no reason I could tell. "So, same question as before?" he asked. I nodded. "Of course." "Fair enough," he said. "So you're joining the Guard?" "If that's what it takes, sure. Even then, no reason not to. It's absolutely dull here." "Alright, then come on," he ordered, beggining to move away. I sighed, always annoyed when people just go along with what they normally do at first when suddenly I'm in their care. "My eyes?" I said to him, irritated. He paused. "Oh," he said, "Right." He came closer again, but stopped. "Ehm... do I steer you from behind, or-" "Whatever makes you happy," I replied. I had to resist the urge to grin. He was clearly one of those overtly polite people, not wanting to just lay a hand on me. Even if that was the only real way. He put a hand on my shoulder, pushing a bit. "Eh, this way. Cid! Watch my post for a bit, I'll be back... well, yea, I'll be back. Oh, shut the hell up. I don't know how long you'll be, you lazy ass. Fine, I'll bring you a damn cookie. What are you, bloody twelve?" ------------- Yes yes, rushing this. I'm just hurrying up the self adoring part. This may be the last pilot part, or there may be one more. Who knows.