Fuck it. I've decided to post this thing here because it's thus far received positive praise from my friends and peers. This little thing is an experiment of sorts, my first work that hasn't just been a snippet or only lasted for one or two chapters before I give up. While I have plenty of experience with writing in general, this is my first successful project and while it may fail indeed, I'm still going to work on it. I've recently finished the first arc and subsequently am working on more. Probably going to release only the first three today so I don't clog the thread up.
Feel free to give whatever criticism you want, just try to keep the pitchforks and torches to a minimum.
Arc One - Atom
1.01 (Below),
1.02,
1.03,
1.04,
1.05,
1.06,
1.07,
1.08 -
Interlude One
Arc Two - Mote
2.01,
2.02,
2.03,
2.04,
2.05, 2.06
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Arc One - Atom
1.01
I awoke to the headache of all headaches in a dirty alleyway. Is this what a hangover felt like? I absently thought while clutching my poor, poor braincase. I've never even drunk alcohol. Point is, it hurt. A lot. The sounds reverberating through the alley only added to the situation, and I thanked the Gods above I was in the shade.
Eventually some of the pain receded and I realized I had no clue of where I was, how I got there, and what the hell even happened. Memories were... just gone. I could remember general things like my parents and my old school, but everything else was hazy. Like everything was locked behind a wall of fog I could barely penetrate. All attempts were averted and parried.
Stumbling to my feet like a drunkard, I fumbled about for anything. A phone, keys, my wallet. Nothing but a scrap of paper on which, creepily I might add, were the words 'Good luck. Things might not seem as they appear' in dried blood. Whose blood? No fuckin' clue.
Ignoring the feeling of wanting to check every inch of my body for wounds, I walked towards the exit and promptly fell on my ass. Back into the dirt which I just now realized covered my jeans and shirt. Past the alleyway was… well, something out of a Lord of the Rings flick. Multi-colored stands were erected on a large street paved in brick. People of all different backgrounds fluttered to and fro as they made merry beneath the banners and flags erected. Banners that I couldn't read, mind you.
Nor could I understand any of the crowd. Sure it was obvious what most were doing, some were hawking their wares, others were buying treats. It seemed like another holiday were it not for the fact that most of them were… well, medieval. Shoddy woollen clothing made up the majority of styles, but I could see some richer looking folk wore cloth and silk. Oh, and while history book diagrams always had stupid looking clothing for their art, what was before me was normal. Tunics, pants, some wore wide-brimmed hats.
Oh and there were beast-folk. Nothing like you'd expect in a Japanese doujin, no. Actual animal people with the negative traits as well. Other races could be seen too, Elves and Dwarves and all that jazz. The elven people were painfully skinny looking and tall as hell, pale too. Dwarves on the other hand… well, they were a lot uglier looking than in the Hobbit. Big-red noses, massive intricately woven beards. The women? Let's just not talk about them.
Why?
This is the part where the main character of this story would be ecstatic and jump about in joy and wonder at the brand new world they've been thrust into. I… I just wanted to cry. This meant I was truly, truly gone from my home. I'd never see my family, my friends, or even my cats. I wanted my cats right now. Why, though? My life wasn't particularly good, but it was still my life. I enjoyed it to the best I could and I was still young, anyways.
Now I'd just been ripped away and tossed into some random fucking world in which I had nothing. I couldn't even understand any of the shit people were saying, let alone find some way to prosper in a situation like this. I had… what? A modicum of carpentry knowledge that wouldn't even fit in a day like this? Sure, I knew about a lot of things, but it quickly became obvious that my veritable sea of future knowledge was only a foot deep in places. Who the hell knows the ins and outs of a printing press? How gears are made? My total sum of knowledge about agriculture was 'dig hole drop seed'.
In all honesty I just wanted to jump off a bridge and hope this was all a stupid dream, but somehow that idea seemed stupid to me. Struggling to my feet, I dashed the dirt off of my outfit as best I could. Black t-shirt, check. Brown hoodie that failed to cover my bulk, check. My pair of steel-toed boots with one sole that was disconnected and floppy in the back, check. Oddly enough, the laces were tied in a lattice pattern and had a figure eight bow. More strangeness that creeped me the hell out.
With a dreadful sigh, I made my way to one of the stands of a higher-class merchant. At least that's what I think he looked like and his wares were of superior quality to the rest. "Hello? Do you understand English?" I asked, not expecting him to.
He responded with yet another string of barely legible words that sounded like the bastard child of a threesome between French, German, and Polish for some reason. Then he switched to another that seemed like some kind've Chinese mix up, and finally one that I had no clue about.
"Ich… ah, sprechen sie Deutsch?" I queried, two years worth of German paying off and then failing. He was starting to get a little annoyed at me. "Ohayo gozaimasu?" I asked one final time and he grimaced, waving me off with a hand as another patron walked up intent on perusing.
That was a failure. The paper note in my hand found itself crumpled as I grit my teeth and walked away. Whatever stupid fucking deity god space whale put me here couldn't have magic-ed up a way to speak to people?! That was bullshit, plain to see. I was thankful for my hoodie as a cold wind found its way through the street, ruffling skirts and buffeting banners. Judging by the orange and red leaves scattered everywhere, I guessed it was probably a Harvest festival of sorts. The twelve-pointed star on many banners was probably their God or something?
It hit me that, well, in this world, God probably DID exist. (Or some sufficiently powerful being that could be classified as a God.) Plus, Churches were known charities and I was poor and homeless. I looked about until spotting a… cat-man lounging about in the sun and leaning against a wall. Kind've unnerving how they looked. No hair, but plenty of fur covering their entire bodies. Kind've cheetah-ish, this guy, he had plenty of black spots for his yellow fur. I just hoped he didn't decide to 'play' with me. The large paws he was toting looked like they could knock a guy unconscious.
I awkwardly stood near him, unsure of what to do. He, in his probably enjoyable nap, continued to ignore me. "Hello?" I asked after two stupid minutes, making the man blink in surprise. Oh jeez, he even had the weird eyes cats have. I bit my lip before pointing at one of the large banners with a star on it. Then I clasped my hands together in a praying gesture, leaning forwards and closing my eyes. He appeared to have caught my drift and took me by the shoulder- oh god too close don't eat me -guiding me towards the street.
He pointed in some direction I wasn't even going to try to label on the cardinal directions, and then pointed left. Then right. He then grinned, sporting some pree-tty sharp teeth. I nodded to the man and gave him a deep bow. The cat-man seemed satisfied, patting me on the shoulder with a couple rough smacks. Ow. Thank the heavens he kept his… claws sheathed.
With a direction in mind, I set out, wishing I wasn't so exotic compared to everyone. Hoodies didn't exist way back when and I was at least three inches taller than the common man. My glasses, and oh Gods, thank you for letting me keep these, also probably didn't exist. Fuck, what was I gonna do if these broke? Crawl into a hole and die, probably, because I had awful vision.
As I passed the end of the street, I paused and looked out over the- holy shit. It was… goddamn beautiful. It was tiered, and not naturally mind you. There were six or so tiers, with the top being the smallest and the bottom being the biggest. Hell, there was even a river running down one side that split the city in twain. Waterfalls for each tier, too. There had to be at least a few hundred thousand people living in the city.
The castle at the top? Like something out of a Disney flick.
Hell, there was even some sort've lift-thing on the river-waterfall. Like an elevator that went straight up the face of the falls. Not bad for medieval engineering.
Eventually, I figured out where I was going, spotting what had to be the chapel. It was kind of small and kind of dilapidated, wedged between two larger buildings that looked like houses. Kind of what I expected a medieval church to be, with the cross replaced by a star. With a deep breath, I entered the building.
Inside was… an empty room. I did suppose everyone was off enjoying the festivities. Not a bad place, though. I could appreciate the rustic feel and it did feel… Holy? Sacred? It felt like something was there, a warm feeling. To be honest? It kinda freaked me out. I've been to churches before and they never felt so… well, ominous and overbearing. Back home they were just buildings.
As I was contemplating yet another world breaking view, a man strode out from the back, letting out an 'oh' sound upon seeing me. He began to speak in the weird Frenchy-German-Polish language before I stopped him. "I… I don't understand you. Follow me?" I asked, beckoning him to follow. The man raised an eyebrow but complied, following me outside.
While I began drawing in the dirt, I spied the man, a little perplexed at how young he was. Usually when you think Priest, you think of an old man covered in robes. Nope, this guy was younger than I was, seventeen or sixteen maybe. Blonde hair, blue eyes as well. Would be quite a looker if he wasn't swathed in heavy robes. Still had the kind priestly look, though.
In the dirt were three rough sketches. One was a house, the other was a pile of gold bricks (complete with sparkles) and the last was two stick figures with speech bubbles. I crossed all three of them out with an X. The man touched his chin, contemplating for a few moments before extending a hand to me.
With a blink, I took it, nodding to him as he helped me up. He smiled before pointing to himself and saying "Jophiel". Pronounced 'yo-fee-ell' apparently. Taking that for what it meant, I pointed to myself and said "Zachary". The man led me inside, honestly happy and sporting his warm smile. It made me smile too, and think just maybe things weren't so bad.