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Thyrsa (tie-ris-a)- the name of the planet the story takes place on, similar in size to Earth with similar geographical conditions of more sea than land, capacity to support life and healthy proximity to the sun which is much younger than Earth’s so it will last much longer. Thyrsa has four primary land masses: Psyvitan, Xelliar, Canzireu, and Misixal.
Psyvitan (see-ve-tahn)- the land ruled by the Triaedaut royalty, referred to as the largest continent of the world, composed mainly of large dense forests and planes and contains the Mountains of the Banished; located in the eastern section of the world. The primary kingdom is known as Giirhym, where the blood line of Hastfit Garheth ruling currently, with his successor Dragos Lorenth Gohl.
Xelliar (zel-e-are)- the land ruled by Santrorl, the only remaining Phthoraedin due to the illness that killed off the entire population other than him centuries before the story; this land is unknown to how large it is and to how many kinds of beings reside there. Xelliar is considered the most dangerous land due to the number of wars it has waged against other lands and every attempt at invasion has ended in mass graves and blood baths. There is no known name to the primary kingdom in Xelliar.
Misixal (miss-ix-ale)- the land controlled by the Leaders of Faerighn, smallest continent composed of a series of small islands and a central mass of land; closest to the land of Xelliar and close to the north east. There is no monarchy in Misixal, only the leaders of the tribes which cover the islands who come together only in times of great danger, but their central land mass is known as Erythsteir, eryth meaning red in honor of the strange color of the soil and sand there.
Canzireu (can-zeer-ee-ew)- the land ruled by the Council of Ulfrgryphen, second largest continent and is composed of numerous deserts and beaches, small savannas, and patches of forests; located to the south west. Canzireu is ruled by a council of elders and some of them will have their successors take over at young ages, which can be both beneficial for the land and dangerous if they do not obey the laws of the council. The primary city or settlement in Canzireu is called Lykrus Xiphria which is the name of their prime deities: Lykrus was a wolf and Xiphria was a winged woman who was a sword master. Their story is also the origin of the Ulfrgryphen.
Neutriait (new-tree-ate) Forest- one of the vast forests in the kingdom of Psyvitan, located in between the lands of free citizens of small villages and settlements and the Mountains of the Banished, it is said that the forest grew from the first Triaedauts flying above the land and with powers so strong that it caused the seeds in the ground to grow faster than ever before possible.
Uendeligh (un-dell-igh) Pond- the mass of water that the Neutriait Forest surrounds, the radius of the pond is only about ten feet but the depth is unknown for no creature has ever made it to the bottom; even the Ambiraeds have tried but could not discover the bottom of the waters.
Aedfruyth (aid-fro-Eth)- species name that encompasses the Ambiraeds, Egniaeds, Phthoraedin, Triaedauts, Leukiraeds, and Xariaeds; they all fall under the category of a Dragon, but that word is rarely used due to the formal way of speaking the world has. The Aedfruyth are the most widespread species in the world. The Omniegna[Egnor]s are not included in this for there was only one, who was the first of the Aedfruyth: the Whythrn. The Leukiraed and Phthoraedin were too pure in their powers to survive and they were constantly at war with one another so they very quickly died out. The rest of the races thrived until there was a purge of the Egniaeds which resulted in their population becoming endangered and all condensed into the Mountains of the Banished, which was created for them. The Aedfruyth have two forms, one of a bipedal being with typically two arms and all in all a “humanoid” appearance, the second form is known as their True Form where they show their scales, wings, tail(s) and all other traits of a Dragon. Height tends to be on average between five feet tall and eight feet tall, weight is from 110 pounds to 400 in humanoid form. There is no set average in the True Forms since they’re all unique.
Ambiraed (am-bree-aid)- the Aedfruyth of Water, they live primarily in the oceans and some freshwater lakes and ponds but none of which are in Psyvitan, they prefer to live near the shores of Misixal rather than Psyvitan since the waters are warmer near the lands of the Faerighn. They have the most variety of the Aedfruyth species, they can have three times as many limbs, eyes, or any other features that beings have. They typically have the same coloration as their environment, blues, greens and purples; they have fins and gills but can survive on land if they wish, also they have wings despite popular belief.
Egniaed (egg-knee-aid)- the Aedfruyth of Fire, they used to live in harmony with the rest of their species in Psyvitan but they were purged from the majority of the land twenty years prior to the story line. They now live in the Mountains of the Banished, the most inhabited formation is a dormant volcano where they can be close to a source of fire. They rarely have more than two arms or two legs, they can have more than two eyes and more aggressive traits than the rest of the Aedfruyth, like horns and or spikes from their True Form. Their coloration is all warm colors of reds, oranges, yellows, browns and black; also their skin tones tend to be shades of brown (so human skin tones)
Faerighn (fair-ihn)- the species that inhabits the islands of Misixal, they are warriors and tend to be very tall and lean. They are closer to six feet tall as teenagers and grow to be as tall as nine feet, but they can be rather short at the same time. They have traits of all kinds from wings, to scales, to feathers, to fur, to claws and to anything possible for other species of the world. They all have a sort of power that can be anything from fire to controlling the way stars appear in the sky; they are not strong however with respect to their powers, they rely more on a physical strength and do not enjoy using their powers.
Leukiraed (luke-ear-aid)- the Aedfruyth of Light, nothing certain is known about the Leukiraeds due to their race only lasting to the second generation before being killed by a mix of disease and citizens perishing from the wars against the Phthoraedin.
Myirdrakc (mE-Ire-drack)- the umbrella term for the beings whom reside in the land of Xelliar. The few beings who have traveled to Xelliar and lived to tell about it always return with vivid tales of the creatures that they saw while in the dark continent. Some of the beings include monstrosities too horrible for words, all those who saw them could describe was the sound of their roars—blood curdling and shrill enough to make any being’s ears bleed, some of them actually had damaged hearing when inspected by healers. Another common tale was of beings that resembled the Faerighn, but they were much more dangerous—seductive beings who thrived on luring both men and women into their clutches and steal everything from them, from their innocence to their darkest secrets. The seductive Myirdrakc are used typically when sending visitors to other lands; there are countless beings living in that land but no one dares to enter because of the high chance of death waiting there.
Omniegna[Egnor] (om-knee-egg-na/nor)- the informal term for the first Aedfruyth, the Whythrn. He was said to have skin made of the surface of the sun, a soul as pure as the light of the moon when it is full, and a heart full of more kindness than anyone else to have ever lived, or will ever live. He simply wanted to create a species that was bestowed with the powers of nature in its purest: water, fire, earth, trees, light, darkness, and air. He was immortal and lived thousands of years until he ended his own life, he was tired of watching his own creations kill one another and watch them fail, so he decided to leave the world with the last of the Leukiraeds. His power survived even after he died, lying dormant in his bloodline until the time arrived where it was needed most.
Phthoraedin (f-thor-aid-in)- the Aedfruyth of Darkness, same conditions as the Leukiraeds, nothing certain is known due to their generations not lasting after the second wave.
Triaedaut (tree-aid-oat)- the Aedfruyth of Earth and or Trees, they are the species that has the most control in the modern world of their home, being the most progressive race and becoming the monarchs of the land of Psyvitan. They are similar to the Egniaeds with their skin coloration, but some of the individuals could have different shades of green for a skin tone; their other coloration is primarily green with some additions of black or other colors (blue, orange, pink, purple and yellow) They do not have many strange traits at all, the most would be having scales on the skin or having small horns from their True Form.
Ulfrgryphen (youll-frah-gree-fen)- the species that inhabits the country of Canzireu, they are humanoid beings who can have a secondary form of a very large wolf or have wings. There has been no record of an individual having both of them, they have a height range of four feet to seven feet tall, and they tend to be rather stocky and gruff. Their coloration is similar with shades of brown for skin colors, their eye colors have a primary color and a secondary color as a ring around their pupil, and they have some unique traits like furry tails as well as ears or sharp teeth. They are religious and prefer to protect the stories of their sacred gods Lykrus and Xiphria.
Xariaed (zar-ee-aid)- the Aedfruyth of Air, they are still alive today but never seen by any of the other species due to their habitat being in the sky. They never come out of their True Form and they never interact with any other species or race; the information on them is limited to strictly this, and also they camouflage into the clouds and colors of the sky depending on time of day and or night.
Speech Terminology (Universal):
Dhoyhn (do-hin)- Hello [formal, equivalent to “how do you do?” or “greetings”] (originated in the Aedfruythn tongue)
Dyrm (dear-m)- Hello [informal, equivalent to “hey” or “hi”] (originated in Aedfruythn)
Kxaritc (k-zahr-it-k)- Goodbye [formal, equivalent to “farewell” or “so long”] (originated in the Aedfruythn tongue)
Kiirou (keer-ou)- Goodbye [informal, equivalent to “bye” or “see you later”] (originated in the Aedfruythn tongue)
Egna/Egnor- terms of nobility used for an Egniaed, Egna for female and Egnor for a male.
Tria/Triou- terms of nobility used for a Triaedaut besides royalty, Tria for female and Triou for male.
Ulfry/Ulfrua (Ull-fr-I/Uah)- terms of nobility used for the Ulfrgryphen council, Ulfry for a female and Ulfrua for a male.
Faer- term of nobility used for the Leaders of Faerighn, Faer used for male and female.
Ambria/Ambrioe (am-brE-ah/oh)- terms of nobility used for Ambiraeds, Ambria used for a female and Ambrioe used for a male.
Leukia/Leukior (lEu-kEah/Eohr)- terms of nobility used for Leukiraeds, only used in modern times for speaking of ancient or famous Leukiraeds, Leukia is feminine and Leukior is masculine.
Phthya/Phthoe (f-thor-Eah/ohA)- terms of nobility used for Phthoraedin, only used in modern times for speaking of ancient or famous Phthoraedin, Phthya is feminine and Phthoe is masculine.
Myirdi (mEir-Dee)- term of nobility used for Myirdrakc, Myirdi used for both male and female.
Xar/Xaer- terms of nobility used for Xariaeds. Xar used for female and Xaer for male.
Ujiwa-xer hurieoi (Uj-ewh-ah-z-air-hue-ree-OE))- derived from Aedfruythn, meaning “How are you?”
Hiiovec/Hiiovaes (hE-oh-vehk/vAs)- term for heir in all cultures, Hiiovec for a male and Hiiovaes for a female.
Briivhor/Briivaer (brE-vohr-vAir)- term for royalty in all cultures, Briivhor for male and Briivaer for female.
Aedfruythn Language Basics:
Meida (may-da)- mother.
Preida (prey-da)- father.
Wiqir (we-key-r)- son.
Ziqiira (zee-key-ra)- daughter.
Huriaan-exi bweii (hue-rI-ahn-exi-bweh-E)- I will be fine.
Huriarl- verb for “to be” (-aan added to the end of any verb in first person future tense). [hurieos, hurieoi, hurieou, hurieoa, huriarit, huriarz, huriaeou]
Xer (z-air)- You (singular).
Weih (whea)- He.
Zyh (zihn)- She.
Xiir (zEr)- They (singular).
Exour (ex-Or)- We.
Xerrh (z-air-eh)- You (plural).
Weihp (whea-Ap)- They (plural, masculine).
Zyhiis (zihn-Es)- They (plural, feminine).
Xiirhoa (zEr-hO-ah)- They (plural, non-binary or multiple genders).
Zia- me in the feminine sense. (Zyia- my or mine, feminine)
Wura- me in the masculine sense. (Weiuro- my or mine, masculine)
Creital (cree-tahl)- “shit”
Dhoyhn (do-hin)- Hello [formal, equivalent to “how do you do?” or “greetings”]
Dyrm (dear-m)- Hello [informal, equivalent to “hey” or “hi”]
Kxaritc (k-zahr-it-k)- Goodbye [formal, equivalent to “farewell” or “so long”]
Kiirou (keer-ou)- Goodbye [informal, equivalent to “bye” or “see you later”]
Svaq-xer ur (sv-ack-zehr-Urh)- “fuck off.”
Ujiwa-xer hurieoi (Uj-ewh-ah-z-air-hue-ree-OE)- “How are you?”
It had been only two hours since Alex won her concert tickets, and she was already at the entrance to the venue with her phone out where her ticket for a front row seat was in plain view. She was rather anxious to get into the arena, she had never heard of the performer before so she was excited to see how good of a guitarist he was. The man at the booth scanning tickets shined a red light over her phone, a small beep sounded and the red light turned a bright green, he waved her to walk through and made the same gesture for the next person in line to move forward.
Alex walked into the building and her jaw dropped for a moment, it was bigger than any other place she had gone for a concert since she could usually only afford the tickets for small places. She strode over to where her seat was located, it was literally a foot away from the edge of the stage; there were already a fair amount of people sitting around where her seat was so it was difficult for her to make her way over. She watched her feet carefully so she didn’t step on someone else’s with her combat boot heels, her shoes made hard clicks from her thick heels as they hit the concrete of the floor. She managed to get to her front row seat with minimal trouble, she took her seat as soon as she could and proceeded to remove her jacket.
She wore a good-looking outfit for the event, she wanted to actually enjoy herself at the concert alone so she wore one of her favorite outfits, it looked great on her and it was comfortable. She was wearing her favorite pair of heels, black boots which reached her ankles that had lacing going up to the top of the shoe, they were slightly worn out but they still looked awesome; her bottoms included a pair of black leggings with golden zippers on the outsides of her legs, and a pair of black shorts with a very high waist—there were four buttons on her shorts which reached just below her belly button. Tucked into her shorts was a plain black tank top, it was layered underneath a deep, forest green crop top with long sleeves, there were cut outs in the sleeves that Alex cut herself to give it a cooler and edgier appearance. She trimmed the sleeves back enough that her numerous bracelets were visible, four on each wrist and two rings on each hand; she had two necklaces on and also two earrings on each ear.
“Well,” said a male voice to her right, she looked into a pair of brown eyes and raised her brow, “Looks like I’m sitting next to the star of the show.”
She rolled her eyes slightly, he was trying to flirt with her. “How many people has that line worked on?”
He seemed surprised, his dark eyes darting from her face to the side of her head where it was shaved and a tribal design was shaved into it, “If I’m being honest, not too many.”
That made her laugh, “At least you own your failures, not many do.” She twirled a curl on her left side around one of her fingers out of boredom.
“True,” he held out his hand for her to shake, “My name’s Damien.”
“Alex,” she grasped his hand and then noticed someone glaring at her from next to him, it was another guy and she nodded to him, “is it safe to assume that’s your boyfriend?”
Before Damien could answer, the other guy did. “Yes, it is, Damien’s just a flirt that needs to be monitored.” This earned an eyeroll from him and then his boyfriend offered his hand for a shake, “I’m West.”
“Alex,” she repeated as she shook his hand firmly and then asked, “So, are you guys like big fans of this Josh Sparks guy?”
They looked at her like she had suddenly grown tentacles for teeth and worms for hair, their expressions were a distinct mix of shock and disgust. “You aren’t?!”
“I won my ticket over the radio, I never heard of him before now.” She stated truthfully.
“He’s only the most talented solo guitarist touring the country ever,” West said with a laugh as if he were saying something blatantly obvious. “He’s had a record deal since he was only fourteen with the biggest rock record label in the country. He’s been on the road since he was sixteen, six years of straight touring!”
“That sounds a bit like a form of torture,” she frowned as she thought about that, “he would never be able to take a break or anything, just growing up in a van and never having a moment of freedom or peace.”
“You’re a pessimist, aren’t you?” Damien asked bluntly, she rolled her eyes and muttered an answer that allowed him to continue, “Well, being on tour can’t be that bad, it’s like a huge vacation.”
She was about to argue again when the lights dimmed and everyone around her started to cheer in anticipation of what was to come, including the couple that she was talking to. She sighed and slung her bag over her shoulder diagonally so it would stay on her person in case someone around her had sticky fingers. She clapped loudly like everyone else, scanning the crowds with her colorful eyes and watching as the entire room went pitch black except for the occasional flash of a camera—which she never understood the purpose of. When the lights were off in the entire stadium, there was no real need for taking pictures of a dark room unless they took it a second too late.
She watched as bright lights flashed on to be aimed at the stage where a single person stood in the center of the platform. His back was turned to the crowd and a guitar strap was over him, he had on a dark shirt and fitting jeans with dark shoes, it was a simple outfit but it looked pretty good from behind. A guitar chord was struck and every girl in the crowd squealed loudly with some audible male screams of excitement mixed in, it hurt Alex’s ears a bit with one of those shrill female voices directly behind her. She looked up at the performer, intrigued with how he looked; he slowly turned around and a bright spotlight shone in his face.
Alex could still see his face; she was pleasantly surprised by how normal he looked. He appeared to be around her age, maybe a year or two older, his features were both soft and structured at the same time. He had a strong jaw, high cheekbones, large eyes with no real distinctive shape, a compassionate resting expression and his lips were pursed so slightly as he started to play that it looked like he was in deep thought. His eyes were a dark color, it was hard to tell exactly what color but she knew they were dark, and if she didn’t know any better she would have said they were looking down at her. But she knew better, he was probably just looking down in thought or to focus—there was absolutely no way he was watching her.
She refocused her attention on the music she was hearing and it was unbelievable how talented this guy was—he was playing a cover of Achilles's Last Stand by Led Zeppelin to start, and it was impressive. His fingers flew across the neck of his guitar in effortless glides and positions that made it look like anyone could do it even though he no-doubt had years of experience. She narrowed her eyes slightly on his hands, it looked like they were moving so fast that little static sparks were forming on his fingers even though that wasn’t possible; she shook her head and returned her attention to the music. She wasn’t the biggest fan of classic rock in the world but she liked it enough that she appreciated the older style of music, since it was how the style she most adored was created.
She cheered for the performer, gaining a new respect for new artists like him as he continued to shred on his gorgeous weapon of rhythm and sound, it was exhilarating just to watch him. Alex couldn’t contemplate how exciting it must have been for him to be on stage performing where the lights were shining and he was the center of the world for the following hour or two. She was engulfed in his powerful skill and talent for the time she was there, wondering what he was like behind the guitar, away from the lights, off the stage and out of sight of any wandering eyes.
Griff’s head spun on a swivel as soon as he heard the shot, watching as the first half of the King Taijitu was destroyed in a blast of electricity and a flash of light. His eyes went wide as he saw the look on Dunwall’s face and how excited Noelani looked after seeing their successful kill; but then their attention was recaptured by the enraged shriek from the remaining half of the Taijitu. It was furious and much more violent with Griff and his partner who were both a little too close to it, it slammed into the ground and sent the two of them flying backwards. He slammed the blade of his glaive into the ground so he could stop himself from hurdling more into the forest and avoiding hitting a tree; he saw Upsilon do the same thing with her large battle axe out of the corner of his eye.
She glanced at him with a cautious gaze, he was already formulating a plan on how to decapitate the remaining half of the Grimm which involved her axe and his semblance combined with the strength he had in his arms from having to maintain a grip on his weapon which had an enormous kick to it. The shot gun half had the kick of a 50 cal. from the dust rounds being so strong that he had to use, they were a combination of kinetic dust and fire dust for optimum destruction. He glanced at his new partner before slinging his weapon across his back.
“I have an idea!” He exclaimed before she could question his actions, “I’m going to throw you at it and you use your axe to cut off its head; with my semblance, I could throw you hard enough that you can decapitate it as easily as slicing through butter.”
She looked at him as if he were insane for all of three seconds, but her expression changed with her eyes widening and suddenly tackling him to the ground. He was about to say something when he noticed exactly why, the Grimm was recoiling from an attack right where he was standing mere seconds before. Her jade, gold eyes stared down into his for a few breaths—reminding him of when they met the day before—until she nodded frantically.
“Yeah, let’s go with that plan.” Upsilon huffed while standing up as quick as she could without stumbling.
She offered her hand to him, pulling him up to his feet while keeping him from being yanked too much or jumping up in the air. He nodded to her before jumping back again to avoid a much faster attack from the Taijitu; she followed suit with a back handspring that looked so natural it was almost unfair. He noticed the others staring at them and relayed the plan to them; they offered to help hold the beast in place while he and Upsilon severed the head of the snake. He smirked to himself at the thought and gave a nod of approval, he was admittedly excited for this kill but he was never going to say that aloud.
Dunwall pointed to the far side of the clearing and his partner nodded in silent understanding, she created a cloud of smoke and dust under his feet before carrying him over to the side where he pointed to. She remained still before taking out a few of her fancy throwing stars, Griff noticed that they had a slight blue hue to the blades and he guessed that was how she was able to differentiate between them. She spun one of them on the tip of her finger before tossing it gently into the air, she caught it with her forefinger and thumb and proceeded to send it flying through the air and into a space between the body of the King Taijitu and the ground, the points of the curved star touching both. It exploded with sharp spikes of ice and frost to hold the snake in place, she threw about four more to keep its entire side in place, also pissing off the large Grimm.
Dunwall saw her finish pinning its near side and turned his rail gun back into a crossbow. Griff was secretly envious of the high tech weapon the guy had, he also imagined how immediately satisfying it would be to fire that thing, but he buried the fanciful thought so he could focus on his actions. The taller male held his arm up to aim his crossbow at the belly of his target, one of his eyes closed to get a better aim on its side; he loaded up a pale blue bolt which matched the color of the blades that his partner used just moments prior. The snake turned its head to hiss threateningly at him before the bolt was launched at a similar spot as the throwing stars were sent to, it was frozen to the ground with no easy or fast way out. The King Taijitu thought that it was a good idea to flail around furiously, its dead-end twitching and flinging at trees which brought them down with impacts that sounded like rolling thunder. Dunwall’s sea blue eyes darted to Griff in that moment with a sense of urgency residing in them.
“Griff!” He shouted, “Do it now!”
Griff nodded, running back to a path way that was open enough for him to do his trick with Upsilon. He took one of her hands, grasping her forearm tightly and standing with her behind him; she held her axe in her free hand, her fingerless glove was tight around both hands and clinging to his. He used both hands to hang onto her one, then he started to spin her around as fast and as strongly as he could. She was immediately swinging in the air, watching Griff’s face as he continued to turn over and over; her eyes showed no fear or hesitation with their action. Towards the end of his large build up, he used his semblance to spin her as fast as he physically could, sending her flying into the air like a bullet being shot from a sniper rifle, with a small sound following her of her axe cutting through the wind.
Upsilon’s axe gleamed in the sunlight as she shot twice with her gun attachment to keep her momentum going, a shout resembling a battle cry left her throat as she sped towards the beast. Her body twisted slightly before she started to swing her large weapon, the long, razor sharp blade directly behind her for a moment until it was launched with her own force to slam into the neck of the King Taijitu. A sickening crack echoed from the neck of her target, the shriek it started was cut short and ended with a strangled gargle of its own blood, then not a second later was its head severed from its body. The large snake head tumbled down and landed with a deep thud on the ground, followed by the much softer sound of its killer landing on the pole of her axe while the large blade was embedded into the earth. Griff’s eyes widened at the obvious natural talent she had for that, he was in awe at how she landed as well; only one foot was really on her pole, the other was dangling in the air next to it, showing off her balance.
He whistled softly in amazement out of instinct, he didn’t realize he was staring at her until she pivoted on her toes to look at him, a smirk was on her face. She must have heard him, somehow. Their eyes met for a second, the differing colors in her eyes captivated him for a few seconds with a surprisingly strong pull, he wanted to go over to her and… do something. But he decided against it as she got off her weapon and yanked it out of the ground, walking over to them with a wide grin on her face.
“Ok,” Griff started, “that was fucking awesome!” He held his hand up for a high five, she laughed and gave him one, along with Dunwall and Noelani.
“That was a really amazing idea, Griff!” Noelani complimented and Upsilon nodded in agreement.
“Indeed,” Dunwall added, “the utilization of your semblance combined with your natural strength and Upsilon’s direct fighting style was the perfect method to take down the King Taijitu effectively. Also, having Noelani and I pin the beast with our dust ammunition was very clever, a brilliant strategy that included all of our individual skills.” His structured face broke out in a warm grin, he offered his hand out to Griff who took it with a grateful smile and shook it firmly, he felt a little flustered when he let go.
“Thanks!” He smiled and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, they continued congratulating one another on a job well done until a loud caw caught their attention towards the southern end of the forest, followed by a few different gunshots. His eyes narrowed slightly as the sounds continued, his heart started to race again with the anticipation of a new fight, his partner stepped in the direction of the sound with a scowl on her face.
“Sounds like a Nevermore,” Upsilon stated as she gestured for them to follow; all of them dashed towards the south end where they saw a large temple in ruins with two groups of people present.
The group closest to them was standing at a drop off where it looked like a bridge used to be, they were watching as the others were standing on the ruins closest to the cliff and battling an enormous Nevermore. The bird Grimm was circling the tallest tower where someone with bright blonde hair was shooting at it, the person jumped onto the bird and—punched it in the face? The impacts caused the bird to crash into the side of the cliff with a loud thundering sound, some stones came loose and rolled down the cliff face with just as loud bangs following. Something flew down towards the Grimm’s tail and caused a small explosion of ice to flower and simultaneously capture its tail in the grasp, trapping it and making it cry out in frustration. Griff saw a little spec of white jump on what looked like a glyph—a semblance that was well-known to the world from the Schnee family having it—and flip backwards towards the ruins again.
Griff followed their path with his eyes, seeing them create a much larger glyph as someone in all red and black descended back to them on what looked like a black chord. The one in red had an obvious red cloak and a large weapon that looked kind of like a scythe, and they were standing on the glyph as it turned pitch black. There was a brief second of waiting before the glyph faded to red, and rocketed the person on it towards the Nevermore with red rose petals following their cloak. A few gunshots sounded before the blade of the scythe hooked around the Nevermore’s throat, the person landed sideways on the cliff and started to sprint up the face, gunshots aiding in the act of ascending vertically without falling off. He swore he heard the beginnings of a battle cry the longer the person ran up the side, the Grimm appeared completely helpless to fight back against the person.
Then with a loud, strong, intimidating, and slightly high pitched cry, the person reached the top of the cliff and flipped backward with an ear-piercing gunshot. The scythe in their hands ripped straight through the neck of the Nevermore, causing rose petals to fly around and the body to slowly fall to the ground, wherever that may be. The head landed with a few bounces before becoming still, the one with the scythe landing in a slight pose with their cloak fluttering around them. Everything went dead silent; the only sound was from the wind blowing past everyone’s ears and the echoing thunders of the large Grimm body reuniting with the earth before it started to turn into smoke and ashes. There were no words spoken in that moment, until someone from the closer group of four voiced what—literally—everyone was thinking.
The single word was spoken a little louder than the person probably intended, but it perfectly embodied what just happened. There weren’t any other ways to describe it other than that.
Team Underground Appearance
The finale to this section is the next chapter!!!
Hope you all enjoyed the first volume of Team Underground!
It won't be as long as the Roosterteeth breaks between this volume and the next one
But it may be a while since I'm having trouble starting it
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Noelani watched in shock as the King Taijitu coiled around itself, the bright white of its scales glowing in the sunlight that peered through the forest canopy. Her eyes darted to where its eyes were aimed at Upsilon—who looked completely unafraid—while Griff was running at the snake with his shotgun out. It struck at where Upsilon was standing fast enough to cause a shockwave that sent the three others sliding backwards, Noelani rolled over to stand in a low crouch, watching as the other girl flipped back to gain distance.
A snarl formed on her lips, taking out a couple of her throwing stars, she caught the attention of the large snake Grimm with ease. It turned its white head to face her, hissing challengingly as it slithered over to coil around her, she could hear the voice of her new partner shouting for her to move and get to safety. She cracked her knuckles and took a deep breath, closing her eyes, and getting the attention of her other half.
Lani! She thought to her, a feeling of questioning rose in her thoughts showing that she had her attention. You’re up!
Finally, watch and learn Noel. Lani responded using the nickname she had for her host.
Noelani cracked her neck and opened her eyes, showing the shimmering gold that signaled that all predators or enemies should run for the hills. But the Grimm didn’t know that, they knew she was a target that was giving off a lot of negativity from her anger; the King Taijitu roared at her before it tried to bite her in half. She jumped backwards with one flip through the air, taking out a dozen throwing stars to connect them into her signature flail; she threw two of them at the Taijitu’s skull as a distraction. The stars exploded in bursts of electricity that traveled along its head and upper neck in small, arching bolts; it roared in pain and frustration as she almost danced out of its coil.
She chuckled darkly, her feet landed on the top section of its coil and she sprinted along the scales until she was right next to its head, the chain and pole formed for her weapon out of the dust particles from the cracked ground. With a strong swing, she knocked its head to the side and a blast of fire launched her back, but she used her momentum to bound off her hands and land back on her feet once again. She spun the spiked ball around as fast as it could go before it disconnected from the main chain, which sent it flying into its closest eye. It screeched in agony as the impact was followed with an explosion of kinetic energy and ice, blinding the eye she slammed her weapon into and giving her an advantage.
The King Taijitu was livid, striking out at her with lethal speed and crushing the ground where she flipped away from; she would have had her aura severely damaged if she didn’t move. She looked down at her chest armor; a spec of dirt had found its way onto the plating from the Taijitu’s attack, and boy did it piss off Lani. She growled in her throat as she started to utilize Noel’s semblance, the dust and dirt that was still trying to settle around them began to condense again in the air, it formed solid, razor sharp spikes of hardened soil. With her hand thrusting out into the air in front of her, her palm open wide, the spikes aimed at the Grimm’s neck and shot out as fast as she could will them to. They smashed into it and some parts shattered on impact while others remained intact and buried themselves into the nearly impenetrable scales; once again it shrieked in agony. The ground started shaking again, signaling that the second half of the massive creature was heading to the surface to aid in the battle.
“Noelani!” Dunwall shouted to her, grabbing her by the wrist and started pulling her away. Lani however, did not know who he was and tried to break out of his grasp.
“Get your hands off me, asshole.” She hissed at him in a voice quite a bit different than Noelani’s typical happy and lighthearted tone—she sounded cold and unforgiving. His blue eyes went wide and confused for a brief moment, a flash of hurt passing over his expression before it turned as hard and cold as hers.
“Unless you wish to be eaten by the second head of the King Taijitu,” he growled at her while maintaining his formal speaking pattern, “I highly suggest that you re-acquire your composure and calm yourself down; if you continue to act so hurtfully and ungratefully, I will have no qualms with leaving you to your demise.”
That threat stunned Noelani into changing places with Lani as fast as she could. She squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds and they returned to the color of fresh fruit, she blinked a few times before starting to say something along the lines of a thank you. Yet before she could completely form the words, the ground shook violently beneath them before large cracks formed under Dunwall’s feet. His calm eyes turned panicked as he started to run the two of them away from the unstable ground, Noelani took charge and used her semblance to create a platform for the two of them to stand on, lifting them up and getting them away from the rising Taijitu half.
Dunwall could only assume that he had met his partner’s second half when she called him an asshole—he despised cursing and felt rather offended at her comment to him since it was so sudden and out of character. He already was not a fan of Lani, however he needed to focus on the task at hand which was defeating the giant snake in front of them. He cracked his knuckles slightly before he shifted his elbow guards into weapons, earning a surprised glance from the girl beside him from how quickly they can transform.
He saw someone out of the corner of his eye trying to get his attention, it was Upsilon pointing to a spot on the white head since she was flipping around it to avoid being eaten. She pointed out the spot that was already turning into smoke, at its newly blinded eye; he looked to Noelani and told her where to take them.
“Get us closer to the white head, if you please.” His voice was stern in a respectful way, being careful as to not make her angry again.
She nodded and moved the cloud of solid smoke around to the white head, the sound of a shot gun rang in his ears as he noticed Griff fighting the black head with Upsilon and simultaneously dodging the white head. They were working pretty well together and he noticed that they both used the kicks their weapons have after firing to move forward; it was rather impressive. He refocused his attention as the white head struck out at them and destroyed the solid smoke they were standing on, they both landed safely on the ground but had little time to catch their breath before the light head slammed into the earth at their feet.
Dunwall went flying back but caught himself by grabbing onto a branch of a tree. He saw Noelani land on the ground with her eyes slowly turning to gold—the same color as when she insulted him—and he was at her side in an instant. Her frighteningly bright eyes glared at him until he cocked his crossbow back, he fired at the incoming attack with a bolt made of fire dust that exploded on impact. She gave him a quick nod of understanding and gratefulness, her golden eyes shimmering with a metallic glow before she pulled together her flail; it was a silent way of saying they were going to work together. He nodded back as he prepared his rail gun to fire, he knew exactly what they were going to do: she was going to regain the attention of the white head and get it in line for him to blow it off.
Dunwall lowered into a crouch, interlocking his hands together so Noelani can use him as a lift for her attack; she took three steps away from him to gain distance, then broke into a full-on sprint into a jump so he could catch her and toss her into the air. He threw her high above his head, giving her a spin and enough airtime for her to get a good idea of what she was doing. He couldn’t really see what she was doing but he knew that she was doing what she needed to do; three throwing stars rained down on the white head, exploding with slightly more effective explosions than the others. It growled angrily as its good eye began to glow brighter than before, looking up in the air as Noelani spun down in a blur of green and ivory before slamming the spiked ball of her flail into the tough armor on top of its head.
The spiked ball left smoking marks on the head, showing to Dunwall that his chance was open and it was going to fade fast if he didn’t act quick. He flipped the crossbow on his arm, the string unhooking from the curved arm and the bolts fell off into a compartment on the side of his guard. The other parts of the weapon continued to shift until it formed a blue tinted and rather long barreled rail gun, it was loaded with kinetic/electric dust rounds designed to have maximum impact and to destroy the target in one blow. He spun on his heel to face the incoming white scaled Grimm, his gun aimed directly at the opening mouth of the Taijitu where it would undoubtedly blow the head off. His finger grasped the trigger, lining up the shot perfectly as the King Taijitu was less than a foot away.
With a single shot, his arm flew back from the large kick of the gun and his feet slid along the ground slightly. There was a flash of light and a loud rolling bang from the end of his gun, the dust round wasn’t even seen in the air in front of him before it crashed into the head of the Taijitu and caused it to explode on impact. The head was simply there one second, and then it was gone the next leaving a smoldering and bloody stump in its wake; large curls of smoke began to form from the missing head and it caused a screech to erupt from the throat of the black scaled head of the half that Griff and Upsilon were preoccupied with.
Team Underground Appearance
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Josh Sparks stepped off his tour bus, carrying a guitar case in one hand and his other was in his jacket pocket. He took in the sight of the arena he was playing at, it was bigger than any other venue he played at before and it was going to be in front of the biggest audience yet. He was unsure of how to feel about being at such a place, but he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter so he just walked to the performer’s entrance.
“Josh!” A girl called his name, one of the groupies that kept following him; he did not like the fact that they were always around, they didn’t let him get any space or air to breathe. “Wait for me!”
He didn’t respond to her, Haley was her name, he just continued to walk to the building without turning back to look at her.
“Josh!” She whined, causing him to sigh and reluctantly turn around, one of his brows was raised into his dark hairline.
“What.” It wasn’t phrased like a question, more like a blunt statement which showed that he was not in a good mood.
“I thought we were going to hang out before the show started,” she rested her hands on her hips, a pout forming on her bright red lips, “You promised last night.”
“No, I didn’t,” he replied with a sigh, “You said that you were going to hang out with me, and left before you heard me tell you no.”
“Come on sweetie,” Haley stepped in front of the door, blocking his path inside, “I just want to get to know you more.”
“No, you don’t,” Josh replied angrily, he despised girls like her: the fake ones who just want to be able to say that they’ve been with someone famous before. He can see right through her raven black hair, her makeup, and her sticky sweet kindness to her rotten center where her greed and lust fueled her actions. “You’re just another body full of lies and sweet nothings that just want to get into bed with a musician, or an actor or just someone with a high social status.”
“That’s no— ”
“Just get out of here!” He shouted at her, pushing past her and storming into the arena. He heard her grumbles of anger and defeat as he let the door slam in her face.
He hated being a rising star, it meant desperate people trying to get into bed with him at all costs. Haley was no exception, and what made it worse was that she was someone he decided to talk to first, she didn’t approach him and flirt like the others. He went to her at an afterparty, and she seemed cool at first but after two days he figured out her game, and it made him hate her instantly. She just wanted to use him in order to make her supermodel ex-boyfriend jealous, classic bitch who just wants a high status with a trophy next to her.
He walked to his dressing room quickly, avoiding every person he could manage before reaching the door decorated with a star and his name written in sharpie. He scowled at it as he threw the door open, slamming it behind him and locking it tight; he never had any sort of privacy unless he was in his own room—literally, it had to have his name on it. He sighed as he pulled out a chair that was in front of his vanity, little electric sparks jumped from his fingers and danced along the seat cushion though. He jumped back and growled with frustration, slamming his fist on the vanity and taking a deep breath; he needed to calm his power again. He opened his guitar case and revealed his favorite, hated, and only guitar he was willing to play. A classic, warm honey orange fading out into black edge colored, Gibson Les Paul guitar. He loved that guitar so much, but at the same time he despised it with every fiber of hid being; it was the reason for his fame and curse.
He got the guitar when he was around thirteen years’ old, and damn did he regret how he acquired it. He was stupid enough to trust some old guy in a back-alley way, he showed Josh the guitar and told him it was free and to just take it. As soon as Josh laid his hand on the neck of the gorgeous instrument, he blacked out. He remembered that he hit the ground, but to this day he has no idea how he fell unconscious, he just kind of did and it began the weirdest series of events he’d ever experienced. When he woke, it was a couple of hours later and the old guy was gone, the guitar wasn’t there and his body hurt all over like he’d had his ass handed to him, but there were no bruises or scratches. Not even a bump from where he hit his head on the concrete. He went home and straight to his room where the Les Paul guitar was sitting on his bed, he had no idea how it got there and when he reached out to touch it, lightning arched off his fingertips. From that day on, he had powers of lightning and electricity, the guitar followed him wherever he went, he even ran it over with his dad’s truck and not an hour later it was on his bed in perfect condition and there wasn’t a speck of evidence of it being run over on the drive way.
He hated that he couldn’t get rid of the damned thing, but having it around helped him to discover his talent for music. He was a gifted guitar player, even as a kid, so his parents decided to try and get him a contract with a record label as soon as humanly possible; which was only about a year after Josh got his guitar. They met with a manager named Ron, he helped his parents lay out the guidelines for their child prodigy which were strict to the point where it was less of traveling to perform and more of being in prison. He wasn’t allowed to go out without three bodyguards, he wasn’t allowed to have any time to himself, he was even given dietary restrictions for the first two years of his contract! He hated the way his parents organized it, they pretty much just handed him off to Ron and told him to keep him locked up; they didn’t say that obviously but it certainly felt like it. He was twenty-two years old when he met Haley, and he wished that he could just abandon the label so he could start his career over. But he was on a leash, he had no real way out. He also didn’t know what else to do, he was a famous recording artist, with countless adoring fans and about two albums on the market which sold fast. He had made it to fame, but he did not feel that fortunate.
He sat down on a stool and started to tune his prized/loathed guitar, it was just barely out of tune but enough that he could tell that he needed to fix it. He knew every note by heart so he didn’t need a machine to tune it for him, and as he played the strings his powers calmed down. Josh never learned how to use his powers, it’s not like there was anyone there to teach him, so he figured out ways to help them calm down which was so far just playing his guitar. Somehow his instrument not only had the ability to teleport, but it was able to make his powers calm down before they got out of control; he never figured out how it was able to do that and he thought he never would.
A knock sounded from his locked door, followed immediately by, “Josh, my boy!” It was his manager, Ron. God, Josh despised him; he was the reason he was a prisoner to the music industry, and he literally had no way out since he didn’t know what else he could do.
“Yeah?” Josh called through the door, not standing up to unlock it.
“Open up,” he stated with his voice sounding distracted—he was probably on his phone. “I want to talk to you about your argument with Haley earlier.”
Here we go, Josh thought to himself with an eye roll. He set down his instrument with a heavy sigh, walking to the door and opening it wide so his manager could enter.
Ron was a towering six-foot six, his face was a strange mix of young, from his attitude and excited way of talking, and old from the grey in his hair and wrinkles on his face—the crow’s feet thing. He sauntered into the room with the obnoxious authority he liked to flaunt around Josh just to tell him that he owned him. Josh sighed and returned to his chair so he could finish tuning the guitar.
“What’s up?” He asked while looking at the strings on the neck of his guitar.
“Well,” Ron started while pulling up another chair so he could look at his client eye to eye, “I just saw Haley storming to her car in a huff of rage, want to explain?”
“There’s nothing to explain.” He said bluntly, not meeting the man’s gaze, “She wasn’t who she said she was, she just wanted to be with me because I’m famous.”
Ron sighed exasperatedly, “Josh, you need to give people a chance. You can’t keep turning away every girl or guy just because you think they’re fake. They could be the one you’ve been looking for—”
“I’ll know who they are when I see them.” He interrupted before he could finish, “Haley wasn’t it. And don’t try to convince me otherwise, she just wanted to get attention.”
“You don’t know that.” Ron stated sternly.
“Actually, I do.” He snapped, glaring at his manager. “Also, why are you lecturing me about my romantic life? I thought that was the one thing I could have all to myself without you trying to control it all the time like everything else in my life.” Josh didn’t realize what he said until it was already in the air, both of them froze as those words sunk into Ron’s consciousness and he took some time to process it.
Ron sighed as he rested his chin on his folded hands, his eyes turned hard and unforgiving. “I have worked my ass off for you, young man. I think I deserve some more respect for what I’ve done for your career.” He glared right through Josh as he swallowed a nervous lump in his throat, his voice was cold and sinister. “Your contract gives me full control over your public image, and that includes whomever you date. So, I have a say in whom you date, whether you like it or not.”
“That’s not fair!” He shouted at his manager, these were moments he despised with him, he treated Josh like he was a child even though he was in his twenties. “You can’t make me be with someone I don’t want to be with!”
“I know, but I can forbid you from being with someone I don’t want you to be with.” His tone turned dark, like he was threatening him, “I get as much say in this aspect of your life as every other aspect. You forget your place in this contract sometimes, don’t you?”
Josh glared angrily at him, his hands clenching into fists and his teeth gritting together, he despised when Ron got like this. He treated Josh like he was a disobedient pet, something he owned and it made Josh livid.
“I am the performer, with my own fucking life, I can make my own choices without you treating me like some kid! I’m not fourteen anymore! I’m twenty-two! I’m an adult and I don’t need you to keep me on a leash! I’m not a dog and you don’t fucking own me, you bastard!”
Ron stood up and back handed Josh across the face, making a loud sound that echoed around the room and created a large red mark on Josh’s cheek. He cried out in pain as his head snapped to the side, a strong stinging sensation overwhelming the nerves on his cheek and a burning warmth rising from the friction of the aggressive contact. Josh gingerly placed his hand on his throbbing cheek, his powers were aching to lash out at his manager but he held them back, he never wanted to use them to harm someone. Josh’s hand shook in anger and shock as Ron started talking again.
“You forget, I do own you.” He stated coldly and in a menacing voice that showed Josh he had lost, “Your contract states that I am in full control of your public image, which involves your social life and who you choose to date. So, whatever I say about it, goes. You do not get the luxury of telling me what to do. I tell you what to do. I am the manager, you are my client. You belong to me. Are we clear?”
Josh lowered his head, he felt a mix of shame and hatred towards the situation. He knew that he was right, and that Ron was right. He was bound to him, by law, he knew no way out without losing everything—he could travel around on his own but he wouldn’t want to have to hire new helpers, he had enough money to do so since he kept half of the proceeds from every performance. He just felt like he would be even more miserable if he was completely alone, he wished that he could shake his head, he wanted to punch Ron in the face or electrocute him. But with a heavy heart, he nodded solemnly; he felt completely defeated and broken from that argument, but it wasn’t the first time he was broken by his manager.
“Good,” Ron replied, nodding curtly, and turning to leave Josh alone, “I will give you this free-be of breaking it off with Haley, but if I suggest another person for you, you will answer with “Thank you, Ron.” Understand?”
Josh nodded slowly, feeling utterly useless, “Yes sir.”
“Good boy.” Was the last thing he said before closing the door behind him. Josh held his head in his hands, gripping his hair angrily as he fought off tears of frustration, he hated the fact that he couldn’t fight back against Ron and his abuse.
He would’ve called the police, told them about his abusive manager and how he flat out beats him if they get into a disagreement, but he would have been laughed at. His manager wasn’t his legal guardian so it wasn’t that big of a deal to investigate it; which made Josh that much more frustrated with his situation. He felt like the equivalent of a slave, leashed to his owner with no idea what being free tasted like. He sighed as he made a silent wish, he wanted something to enter his life, it didn’t matter what it was, he wanted that something to be his key to freedom. Josh let out another heavy sigh, picking up his guitar and beginning to play a sad tune. He felt his powers relax inside of him, and he felt his own tension release as he continued to rehearse for the following three hours.
So I've been working on a book since I was about twelve years old, and I wanted to start posting things about it on here for feedback and suggestions for what I could adjust or do better.
But I am very nervous about doing so since original work tends to not be as popular as fan fiction or a fan made story, so I wanted your opinions on it.
The first thing I want to post is possibly the terminology list that I've worked on for the stories, and their definitions as well as their pronunciations.
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