day&night
Split:Chapter of Elken and Elkea, where they somehow separate in mind and body Elkea woke up, slowly at first, but gently rising from slumber, without any lethargy that normally accompanies waking up. She looks around, noticing she was in a different forest, one which had no familiarities and an unreal atmosphere to it. She felt something jamming into her side, a small pressure that has been into her for a while. She reached behind herself, touching the strange object. When she lifted it up, she saw that it was the dreamstone. But instead of its deep blue with every moving swirls of turquoise, it was an ugly brownish black with pastel pockmarks. She lightly grasped it, and the stone crumbled between her fingers. She got up, and heading to a stream, took a long drink. Elkea noticed that Elken was very quiet, but did not think about it too long. She picked up her sword and headed down the riverside.Elken opened his eyes, grit covering them. Wiping the remnants of sleep away, he sprung up, body tensed. After checking his surroundings and deeming it safe, he retreated deeper into the cave he had found asylum in. The rain poured ever strongly outside, battering against the rocky outcropping that shielded the cave front. Even at the back wall, the cave spanned no more than 15 feet, 8 feet tall, and a little more space than with his arms spread outwards. Elken shivered with cold, bad-tempered that Elkea hasn't spoken in the last week.he wondered sourly. He gathered together kindling and branches, slightly damp, but still flammable. Taking two rocks together, he struck them against one another, producing a spark, which quickly jumped onto the shavings of wood, piled into the middle of the kindling. It lit a small fire, then petered out into a barely sustainable flame which smoldered. Adding more wood onto it and gently coaxing it back to life, he succeeded in getting the fire to a reasonable size. Leaning back, Elken took out his sword, resting it slightly at an angle on his palm. His bracelets glowed bright white, yet his blade did not burst into flames, as he expected. he whispered. Sighing deeply, he sat there, wishing he was somewhere else.Reprieve:Chapter of Aile, where he stands by himself, and demons attack.“Where the hell am I!!” Aile shouted, echoing off the walls of the canyon. “How the hell did I get in this canyon!” Aile sat down, hungry and tired after two days with no food. A large river flowed past him, slow enough so that he could get water from it, but too fast for him to swim in it. “I can't keep drinking water all the time, I need food!” Aile thought. “How about you eat yourself?” a voice queried, malice and anger laced into his words. “Shut up demon, I have no time for you. I know if I die, you also cease to exist, so I get something out of that,” Aile said, slightly mad from no food and water and a crazy smile twitching at his lips. “Your primitive instincts will not let you die,” the voice countered. Aile barked a humorless laugh. “Instincts? I will probably drown myself before I eat, if only to get rid of you!” Aile shouted. A thump, so quiet that it was imperceptible, was heard behind Aile. He whipped around, sword in hand, his ears more keen than normal. A large behemoth, 10 feet tall and beastly, stood. It looked like a bear, but where the head should be, a baboon's, twisted and deformed, replaced it. The claws were blood red and cracked, as if it sprouted from the hands themselves. The torso was covered in sickly yellow fur, caked with mud. It's hind legs where covered in iridescent scales, and it's forelegs where like a muscleman, except for the claws sprouting from the bear-like hands. The baboon's mouth, with razor sharp teeth and tusks spouting from it's lower gums, let out a resounding scream. It was 100 yards away, and ran with speed unlike it's appearance. Aile turned to his left, and another one of those creatures stood there, having jumped down the canyon. To his right was a wall of stone, and to his back was the river. Aile knew he couldn't win against these monsters, and did the only thing he could do. Jump into the river. The abominations, already having reached him, swiped with their claws, narrowly missing his head as he kicked off backwards to fall into the river. The water carried him away, and he barely survived the ordeal as there was jagged rocks hidden within the foam. He used his sword to grapple at a tree, leaning over the river, and dragged himself to land. “A good thing you did that human, else he fall from the waterfall only 200 yards from us,” the demon said, a mocking tone in his voice. “At least I survived, though I wished you didn't,” Aile coughed, water coming out of his mouth with each word. “That was a foolish thing to do! We both could have been dashed against those rocks!” the demon yelled, his voice unbearably within Aile's mind. “We survived, and that is all that matters,” Aile whispered, his consciousness slipping away. “You are a fool, human. I wish to rend you apart, but since you are the Host, I cannot without killing my self,” the demon mentally spat out. Aile collapsed, from both the energy expended needed to survive the river's wrath, and because he had no sustenance. “At least in my sleep, I will not hear you, demon,” Aile spoke. He drifted into his dreams, the demon a world away.Survival:Chapter of Aspen, where he surfaces from sleep, bewildered yet happy.Damnation:Chapter of Chris, where he is chased monsters after a brief respite.Sorrow:Chapter of Kyst, where she thinks about her brother, and where she is as of now.I will possibly continue tomorrow.EDIT:I'm going to leave this hanging here since no one noticed it and I have a lot of work due next w