Christmas Competition!

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The theme is Christmas. Inside the theme, you can write about anything you want. Lenght is to be between 200-500 words. The admins will evaluate and choose a winner. That winner will receive a special prize (surprise!). The results will probably come out in the 10th January.

Tales of Moluen Travelers I

Guess who is back... Bwahaha, it's me, the ghost-stories-guy, opening the third season of the great blog Fifteen Journey, with a brand new story!
This one is a spin-off of another story I'm writing, that will show the adventures of some travelers around a fantastic world called Moluen. Every traveler has his own reasons guiding him, but I'll try to cross their paths now and then.
BTW, the events in this spin-off happen fourteen years before the beginning of the original story. I hope to link them both, too (not that anyone will notice it, since the original story is well hidden from everybody).
Enjoy this first chapter, that will describe the beginning of Bolgwën's story.


Bolgwën always did what he could to survive. Everyone did. Life wasn't that easy in the border between the civilized world and Shingath. You would come home after a day of hard work at the forest, to find everything destroyed by Sholigoths, strange human-like creatures from outside the civilized world, that frequently crossed the border to cause conflicts with humans.
Sholigoths were strange creatures indeed. They had almost a human-shaped body, but were much darker than any human could be. Not only that, but their skin was also different, full of wrinkles, even in the youngest ones. The greatest part of their bodies was also deformed, maybe because of their dangerous life, full of conflicts and wars, but mainly because of their nature. Of course there are lots of humans born with some deformations, but that seemed to be much more common with Sholigoths. Strange creatures indeed.

That day, Bolgwën was returning home, as usual, completely exhausted. He passed through the old sign of the village, and quickly got in. Something was different, but he couldn't notice it. Most houses were empty. There wasn't almost any people in the streets. He couldn't sense the presence of those blasted beasts that once again crossed the border to attack civilized humans.
He first understood something was wrong when he saw his house's door was wide open. It's true most of Boïria's villages (and others from other countries) are safe enough to let the door open, since everybody knows each other, and travelers are a rare sight outside big cities and villages near important roads. But safety is something border people can't ever reach, and no one would risk to leave his home unlocked to the dangerous monsters from the east.
Holding his breath, Bolgwën stepped inside. Everything was scattered on the floor, the whole room was a complete mess. Heart beating fast, he ran to the centre of the house. Every room was as bad as the first, and no living being was there at all. Suddenly, he remembered something.
Linahri!
She was missing! Immediately, Bolgwën scanned the house again, searching for any clue that might tell him where was his wife. They have married only three years ago, but have already lived a long life together, the best both have ever experienced. Now, she was missing.
Nothing. The whole thing was desert, and there were no signs of Linahri. Bolgwën ran to the street, again, as if the sight of the village's houses could tell him where was her.
Then, he saw someone running at him. Immediately, Bolgwën remembered the enormous axe he was carrying in his back, that used a while ago to chop down the nearest forest's trees, and drew it in a single movement, facing the new threat.
Whoever he was, he was surely in dire straits.
Linahri...

3rd Season begins now!

Hey folks, we are back!

Actually, we were never gone. You can call us lazy, forgetful and all those curses. But the truth is we have came back! With a whole new energy!

Come on, now, words of compassion saying how much you missed us... Make me cry!

Good to be back! :)

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 53

A/N: A chapter for Fred fans! Don’t worry, I won’t forget him. :)

Chapter 53 – Abandoning the Journey

When Rick opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was food.
He realised later he was in a different place, probably a camp made by his mates, since the fire was still alive, but no one was around. His plate was there, right in front of the big fire.
As he ate the first piece, Rick wondered, looking at the shiny sky. It was night, so he had been sleeping for more or less seven hours. Indeed, he was better from all his injuries but the last events haunted his memories. Many questions about Sloan were continuously coming to his mind. First he made everything to win against him, then he’d give up that easily?
As Rick turned around, he saw two girls sleeping in some blankets apparently collected by everybody, since Cassey’s sweater was there are well. But Cassey wasn’t there. Ashey was sleeping like an angel, and Annya laid there with her head in the opposite direction. They deserved the needed rest after all.
Finally, he heard their friends’ voices approaching the camp. He would have been happy, if they weren’t arguing.
“You can not leave!”
Leave?
From the woods, they friends appeared one-by-one: Fred, Mike, Cassey, crying, and finally Elain. Noticing Rick was awake; they regretted having shouted so loud. However, Rick had other worries.
“What has happened? Why’s Elain here?”
Mike sat next to him.
“After you disappeared, we searched for you. Sheila followed us, but I guess she already knew you had won, as she told us that.” Rick looked surprised. “We found you unconscious here, so we decided to camp here. Besides, Annya and Ashley needed rest as well. Anyway, Fred and the other bow girl-“
“Elain…” Fred interrupted obviously annoyed.
“Yes, that girl, they stayed behind. I don’t know how she managed to brainwash him but he now says he wants to leave.”
Rick stared at Fred, who was trying to avoid eye contact with him.
“And which are your reasons?”
Fred finally looked directly at him, trying to speak.
“I am sick of this life…” Elain finally answered. “And so is he!”
Fred, after trying to calm her down, gathered courage to speak at Rick. “My robot has been destroyed during battle. Elain can be controlled again by that spell and be used to beat us. This is the best way out.”
Rick, full of thinking to do, laid on the ground and let the wind tap his face. He had been a fool all this time. His friends had their personal life, they wanted to go back home.
As Rick was doing all the thinking, Cassey approached Fred.
“Remember the day at the hospital… Is she the person you were looking for?” she said trying to clean her tears.
For the first time of her life, someone purely smiled at her. “Yes.” He then cleaned the tears from her face. “We’ll meet each other after Tourch is over, I promise.”
Cassey nodded affirmatively.
From all the awaken players, only Mike seemed angry. Leaving Rick now was, for him, an act of irresponsibility. He would look at Rick, Cassey and angrily at Fred and Elain, and then once again at Rick, hoping he would give them some kind of order.
“I understand.” Rick finally spoke. “You are free to go anywhere you want.”
Immediately, Elain shouted of joy and hugged Fred. She wanted to go back home very bad.
“But, you can not do this!” Mike stated. “We are a stable team already!”
Mike still argued, waking up Annya, but Fred ignored him and started the goodbyes. Rich, however, ordered him to stop and go before he would regret his decision. The truth was he feared the goodbye. After looking back once, Fred disappeared in the thick woods, lead by Elain for somewhere.
“Why did you do that? We may not be able to win now!” Mike was too noisy.
However, Rick laughed, shutting him up.
“I am an idiot, I have been it all the games. I forgot you have your own life, your own dreams. I have been very selfish…”
Both Cassey and Mike stared at him, unsure of what to say. Indeed, they had personal lives as well, but they seemed as they had forgotten them.
“We are back!” Sarith appeared carrying a full basket of fruit. Sheila was right behind her, smiling cheerfully.
Fred was not mentioned in the rest of the night.

Next Chapter:
“Nice to meet you all.” – The Last Player

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 52

A/N: Not in a good mood today... Only Fifteen Journey can cheer me up...

Chapter 52 – The Double Adversary

It was already time to eat. Although Ashley had that in her mind, she knew that remembering that to everyone would cause her psychological death.
Now, from the signs she should obtain from Mike, their aim wasn’t necessarily defeat Matt, but to keep him busy. Mike still hold the hope Rick could find a way to stop the barrier. But keeping Matt busy and not getting hurt wasn’t easy either. Having the barrier could be very good for him, as he could approach any of them. That was all Mike wanted to avoid.
Rick was back to back with Annya. He never imagined he would be in such a situation.
The silver lady had immensely increased her speed and was striking both teenagers. However, Annya soon got bothered and created herself a bubble so that the attacks would not have any physical effect. Finally, Rick laid down trying to rest.
“This field has magic all over it. We are battling a spell as well.” Annya clarified. “Either is Sloan who has such power or is another player. But, in that case, why would someone be protecting his enemy?”
Rick smiled.
“Is there any way you can stop the spell?”
She smiled as well, still concentrating in keeping that bubble. “If I could know the source of power…”
Rick didn’t wait for anything else. Seeing him lifting up, Annya broke the bubble and Rick advanced again towards Sloan. The silver lady quickly mad her way to him, which was blocked by Annya’s ball attack. Rick’s attack was, once more, stopped by the invisible barrier. However, he was smiling as he attacked.
“Anything?” he shouted.
‘No.’ she thought. Sloan did not hold any magic power.
Was it an object? A particle? Annya didn’t know that kind of magic as she had seen it from the first time now.
“The sky…”
Annya turned backwards. Cassey was staring at her, sure of her words.
“The source, it blocks the sky.” Not bad for a transmission user.
Annya raised her hand and looked with a challenging expression at Sloan. From her hand, a power ball appeared which increased its size as time went by. Cassey was scared, but that was the only chance they had.
At last, the power was freed. It exploded in the air, illuminating the transparent sphere they had been battling in. They fell right inside the trap but, fortunately, they unmasked it in time.
“It’s sparring time!”
Indeed, it was. As soon as Mike found out what had just happened, he charged at Matt. He was trapped. Ashley, using her ribbon, caught him and pushed it harder. Sarith, on the other hand, looked happily at her trophy.
“Looks like the fight is over to you…” she knocked him down using her baton.
Rick immediately commenced the attacks towards Sloan. Both Sheila and the silver lady tried to stop him, but Annya just blasted them. However, Cassey suddenly saw her falling.
“Are you okay?”
“I guess my body is too weak to heal itself. I’m still all dizzy from bleeding in the chest…”
Cassey knew what she had to do. Grabbing a stick, she whistled, catching the silver lady and Sheila’s attention. She quickly charged towards both, and was closely dodged Sheila’s bubble. The silver lady was indeed quickly, so Cassey was already in the ground in the third attack. However, she stood up and cleaned the blood from the corner of her mouth.
“This has just started…”
The silver lady was caught by Ashley’s ribbon, unable to move. Sheila, who was running to the place where Sloan and Rick were sparring, was surprised by Sarith who jumped right in front of her and directed her baton to Sheila’s neck. That way, Sheila could not attack or she would also be trapped in the bubble.
Rick, busy fighting, didn’t notice the place where he was now. As Sloan jumped backwards for a little pause, Rick could not recognise that place. He was still in Tourch, inside the woods, but he was not close to the place where his friends were.
“Reckless as always, Flaim…”
Suddenly, Sloan disappeared into the woods. Rick first thought of following but that was probably exactly what Sloan probably wanted. So, grabbing Thynia, Rick waited for his opponent’s attack.
Sloan reappeared in Rick’s back, pulling him by his neck, which was enabling him to breath.
“Stop… this…”
But Sloan was truly enjoying it. Rick had to let go Thynia from his hand, to try to free himself, which proven to be a quite difficult task. While he was trying to think of some technique to free himself, Rick felt Sloan touching in his arm, as in testing his strength. However, he was violently dragged to Rick’s front as Rick applied his strength. And grabbing his sword, Rick attacked Sloan, making him multiples scratches. Thynia, even all dirty, was motivated and was shining with a magical light. Finally, Rick ended with his sword directed at Sloan’s chest.
“Give up.”
Sloan grinned. “I do.”
Rick noticed Sloan’s hands moving towards his pocket but he wasn’t able to escape from the cloud of dust that Sloan created with the powder he had in his pocket.
Why had Sloan given up that easily?
Rick wasn’t able to answer this question as he collapsed in the green floor.

Next Chapter:
“I am sick of this life…” – Abandoning the Journey