This is my first attempt at a Rescreatu fanfiction. I am aware that this is short and rushed and kind of suckish, 'cause I wrote it in the span of twenty minutes, but I just wanted to post it to see what kind of responses it would get. I have this planned in my head, but since this isn't something I'm serious about, I'm not going to go into detail with mapping, planning, etc. If you do see any mistakes, feel free to point them out, and any other feedback as well. I'm definitely going to edit later when I get the time. Anyways, enough with this author's note. Here's the first part.
* TU and pure are the same thing.
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Throughout Reiflem history, Ebilia have
been described as cold, dark creatures. They swoop down from the sky, claws
outstretched and fangs bared, ready to take down their prey. Few have dared try
to tame one – to see if they truly are heartless and untamable. And the few who
did attempt to capture one usually ended up being injured, or worse. But there
was one gallant human from Reiflem who did manage to tame an Ebilia and be its companion,
and this . . . is her story.
Halloween. It was that time of year when
the volcanoes and heat of Reiflem finally cooled down, and the few surviving
plants breathed a sigh of relief. Lethargic, gray clouds drifted across the
sky, and curlicues of smog and smoke spiraled around twinkling stars before
dissipating in the wind with a hiss.
There was just no planet I liked better,
despite peoples’ opinions that Reiflem had the appearance of a dystopia, or
that it looked like aliens had descended upon it and obliterated everything. I
knew we weren’t as technically advanced as Scria, as lush as Relcore, or as
climate as Atquati, but we had our pride. And that’s all that really mattered.
Rays of moonlight scintillated through
the forest of incinerated trees as I ascended Grand Mountain. It was a tiny
mountain – not even a mountain really – so it was a quick walk. When I got to
the top, I gave a light knock on the oaken door. Out came a man with windswept
hair and limbs as thin as pencils. It wasn’t unusual for people to make their
homes so far away from other people in Reiflem.
He raised a brow curiously. “May I help
you?”
“You owe my parents TU,” I said.
“Remember, they loaned you a million so you could invest in stocks.”
The man still stood there for a moment,
before something apparently clicked. “Ah,” he responded, gesturing for me to
come inside, “you’re Ramia, right? Come, I just recently sold my shares.”
Inside, the man’s house was dark and
smelly. Tattered clothes hung strewn across claw-marked chair and dusty
portraits sat crooked on the walls. In one corner of the room, I could make out
the shiny, red eyes of an Aukira, peering at me cautiously. It felt weird,
knowing something was watching my every move. I tried not to think about it.
“So . . .” I said. “Mr. . .?”
“Just call me Jarvis,” the man said from
within the closet. Then he added, “Ah, here’s the pure.” Jarvis handed me a
heavy bag of TU.
As I exited the raggedy home, he added, “And
tell your parents I give them a thousand thanks.”
For the five minutes I’d been inside, a
light drizzle had begun to fall. My cloak began to dampen, and my russet hair
fell out of place around my shoulders. The anhydrous land slowly began to fill
up with water, and steam rose up in the distance farther away from
civilization.
Halfway down the bottom of the mountain, something
caught my eye. I frowned inquisitively, examining the green, striped cone
wedged between a crevice.
“What . . .?”
I reached in to grab it, but recoiled when it
lit up green. That’s when it hit me: it was an egg. I noticed there was something
evil emanating from inside the egg, sending pulses of dark energy outwards. But
I was drawn to it still, and I picked it up, the green aura still glowing
brightly. What kind of creatu was it? It wasn’t red like an Otachie, or black like
a Meiko . . .
Glancing around to make sure no one was
spying on me, I shoveled the egg into the bag of TU and dashed home.
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