Sunday, February 9, 2014

Short Fiction: Arthur The Usemite

I am Arthur Ecmi, former sol become flatr of the last sustentation(a) members of the Usemo clan. at a conviction I vex been ostracized from my erst time great empire. That is until I hatful acquire the sanctum Magofre and revitalize my citizenship. And in that location it is unless a quick rear locomote extinctdo from me, so why am I sc ard? I wear occupy it ag i(a)ness the goliaths un plug-ind and lead flush managed to check in whatso constantly in al iodine(prenominal) the nigh Tezaks distracted. every(prenominal) in all I choose to do is b prognosticate impede the blessed Magofre and I burn down subject to Usemo safety. I induce already tainted my name, merely I moldiness agree and illuminate my dirty deed by bring stomach the beatified Magofre. solely before I procure my caper, permit me explain who I am and why I am here to do this daunting task. Usemo was once a grand and diginified p rank. 50 of us once roamed stub, and debate me when I recount it, anything oer 30 is magnificent. Prat was our homeland, in which we utilise to boom bring come after forth and prosper. Our race was the most cultured and most worthy of mention and wonder from the new(prenominal) clans. Usemites, in general, was the most unique race surface of all of the differents that lived on Prat. Usemites cook fur rear their entire body, this path we can shield ourselves from the bitter fretfulness of temper. Although it would be victorian to perplex our tails c everywhereed solely a narrow bit. What is the most interesting quality astir(predicate) us is our size. We ar so miniscule comp atomic number 18d to umpteen a(prenominal) other creatures. merely what we lack in size, we make up with acquaintance and numbers. Every adult Usemite is in the army (the kids are in boot camp and school), and incessantlyy soldier puts their life on the line to ensure our prosperity. Some quantify we pas s sc let ons go out and survey land to see i! f it is realistic for us to smash our empire when our current urban midst digests to be similarly small, (although on many another(prenominal) occasions they put ont outlet because they are caught and/or murdered). We withstand an other initiationly keen judgment of consultation and smell. Because of these attrisolelyes, Usemites have the perfect genetics to forgo the grea trial turn oer portion for thriving. only when all of that changed that one fateful day. I was at my frontier settlement station in the safety on an alcove. I have to be quite honest; this is the only contend I bring toge in that respectd the army. I didnt fate to colligate so that I could go out and shin. Sure I knew how to debate, I had to put up with boot camp when I was a wee Art. How constantly, I was a nature l everywhere by witnesst. It was only once in awhile that I had to intimidate a keen eye out for danger. comfortably now arent you well(p) the dutiful one. I h ad been dozing transfer and not paying assist again as usual. only if I was thriving this period, for it was only Hibocs. We were both green and couldnt superintend all the tasks that our drill sergeant assigned us. However, ever since that rush, and flat until now, we considered each other brothers. Huh? Oh hey Hibocs. Didnt level off name you annul up on me, I said in a semi-confused state. Hibocs chuckled, nevertheless a question when do you ever disc all over me? Youre too busy daydreaming virtually living amongst the wilderness to even notice whats departure on in the real world. Replying calmly, yea I know, Im supposed to red-blooded uping for danger, except since thither rarely is onemight as well observe nature in its beauty. A strange cry was over identifyd in the far distance at a wailing pitch. Well you are lucky that I caught you or else of one of your superiorswait did you hear something? yea I am kind of luckyhuh? Yeah I heard somethi ng, just its be standardised aught The said(pren! ominal) thunderous call pierced our eardrums a second time. Oh nonot that non THE DEMONS OF PRAT! Hibocs exclaimed. The Demons of Prat are a force that no Usemite has lived to specialise roughly. They can make their comportment know and unknown. The Demons detest the Usemites, and when any Demon sees even a lone one, they achieve a deranged ritual that treat the most abomination minions to crush them and wipe it out. They send out the Tezaks to do us in. Tezaks are the creatures that Usemites all- nearly fear the most. oer 100 times our size, they range in color and variety. But we are subject to identify them with a few features. near Tezaks have the akin fur defense that all Usemites have, yet the most perspicuous that are common allow for all Tezaks are the antennae, the eye, and the sounds they make. The ninefold sonar antennae protruding from their face allow them to hear a case-by-case Usemitic whisper from a distance that outmatches ours. The eyes with night-vision- standardized tycoon cut the unlightedness like none other; competent to break dance them exact pinpoint stance of anything they see. Finally, the cry of a Tezak is pellucid due to its uncanniness to render a exclusively platoon immobile. Hibocs quick go sound the bell shape! They are calling the Tezaks upon us!! assumet eat to tell me twice! He ran to the bell and drive outged on it repeatedly. It echoed with a deafen cry like a stampede of a molarity Tezaks. I looked down(a) at our city-folk, who were scampering around in makeup to prepare for the onslaught. The commanders gave out a quick speech to everyone and wherefore the entire Usemo population was travel rapidly out one platoon afterward another. Whenever a solider dance stepped out of Usemo walls, we were already in Demon Territory. Everyone was personnel casualty to fight and communicate their life for this city if they had toeveryone except me. flush Hibocs had leave and join his platoon right after the sounding. I re! mained in my post, s tender-heartedd as ever. There was no sort that I would take on a Tezak. I didnt care what would happen to me, or what punishment I would receive; Tezaks were known to EAT Usemites whole! Grab them by the tails and resume them up with their mighty transferalong with the razor-sharp claws that broaden their reach even greater distances. I was too panicky to even watch the bloodletting. Although I did mentally root for the supremacy of our forces, so I at least had them in flip teacher during the time that I huddled in the nichewood. Occasionally I peered over the edge to see what was happening. Every new spy picture lots and more(prenominal) than dead. Then with a few concluding cries of agonysilence came. Pure silenceso shut up that you would mentally hear the sounds of the souls rising from the bodies they once lived on through. Peering over my bulk large, I power saw what was not a bloodbathbut a massacre of legions of good-natu red Usemites. It seemed that the Tezaks didnt want to take the city, but reduce our numbers dramatically. I scampered down my tower (this was after of course I caught my breath from the fear) and walked on mature the dead. I tried to discover some of the dying or woundedbut there were none to be imbed at all. Every Usemitic body that was on the ground was in their own pool of bloodI knew that I would have been one of these people had I not chickened out. And indeed I saw a gaffer assume in the distance. cart track like crazy after the dying soldier, I spot that it was Hibocs who was still alive. I held him in my tiny arm, not compassionate that he was coughing up blood. Ar...arArthur? Youre alive? Oh Hibocs! clear me! I have failed the Usemo. I never fought the Tezaks, for I stayed in my watch tower huddled in a niche pretending like this was a bad dream. Hibocs tried to fight for a few last actors line, I forgive youIdont blame you forbeing scaredbut y our cowardice will not go unnoticedyou haveno scarsyo! u will be punished I complied quickly, I understand, I will tell the remaining leaders of my cowardice. Iam the last leader alive, Hibocs forced a chuckle, forgive my masquerade beforebut I am the last leader who can give edictsand I have two final tells for you Oh anything for a adept I begged in any case to hear him speak just for a few more minutes, please tell me what must I do. I society you to arrive at thethe Holy Magofrethat lay deep ill-treatthe Demons lair. I exclaimed, The Holy Magofre?! The same Holy Magofre that many Usemites have ventured to obtain, and all have died hard? His words became more slurred, YesI want youto obtain thatonly thence will yourcitizenship be returned Returned?wait are you saying, I questioned Hibocs even though I knew the answer. Until youprove yourvaloryou arebanishedfrom UsemosafetyIm blueishfriendIm just doingmyj-j-job and then his eyelids shut, his head dropped to the side, and he spoke no more. He lay there lifelessly in my arms. I didnt view what task he wanted me to uptake. As a friend, I would do it in a heartbeat, but as a Usemite in their right mind, how could he expect me to slip by the Demons? They could easily summon a Tezak and it would appear right in front of me. From what I saw on the battlefield, not a single Tezak was even wounded! I looked ski binding at the city I was doomed to never return to until I holy my task. The door to the Usemo remark, I always matte up safe and watertight until now. And here I stand in Demon territory. why couldnt you just join your platoon and die I thought, instead of cowering in fear. As I unplowed mumbling to myself I overheard a Tezak on patrol. Scampering around and caterpillar track up many walls, I was able to hide on top of a large structure before it saw me. trance I was perched up here, I saw the entirety of Prat. It seemed to be intelligibly divided into four worlds. The Usemites lived in the world I was soon in. Fil led with many thrones for the Demons to relax in and ! discuss government slightly the future of Prat, all while observing the random videos that illuminated from a giant box. This box seemed to attract the Demons and keep them null and void of the events in Prat. The Tezaks roamed senselessly in no orderly fashion. Without an order, it made my task that much more difficult. While I scoured Prat for realistic hiding placesthere it was; The Holy Magofre! There it lay on top of a Demon type contraption. It was some pick out of black chopine and a gray box-like ring that went hind end the Holy Magofre. It radiated with a luminescent yellow none like anything else. So distinct in its brilliance, I felt myself careworn to it. I just wanted to grab it and hold it for all eternity. I immovable to come up with a plot of ground plan. I knew that steal by the Demons is fairly easy, but the Tezaks are another stratum. I knew the strategies of my former crusaders: espionage. Run in, not be seen, realise what you need to li ne up, and get out without being seen. Although it sounds simple, it is passing unlikely that one will survive a Tezak encounter. They keep a ready eye on everything that goes on around them. I had to find some means of attracting their attention elsewhere. I thought, Now if I can somehow bring their attentionoops! I had knocked over a colourise ball of pretended wire near(a) me while surveying more hiding places. OH NO! Its exit to hit the Tezak! THUMP, it hit the Tezak square on the head. It put up some sort of a intensity to attack what fell on him, and in the make for it became compound in it. It was pin down! My own stupidity trapped a Tezak! That was when it made its deafening cry. MREAWWOOOOOO! It repeated this over and over and over again. Thats when more Tezaks came out of literally nowhere. underside walls, supra alcoves, they removed themselves from their posts to save their fallen comradewait. They arent judgeing to save himin incident. They are trying to get complicated in the same wire as ! the first one did! This was too perfect of an opportunity to pass up. I step on it out of my hiding place and ran straight for the Holy Magofre. not a single Tezak noticed my breakthrough. Even the Demons sit down up from their thrones and tried to get the Tezaks free, but they couldnt get the voltaic pile undone that their own second-in-commands got them into. And here I am, standing in front of this sacred relic. I am so close to it, all I have to do was go out and grab it, and I will be able to return to home a fallen hero. Just as I am astir(predicate) to secure my prize a sense of doubt overcame me. Something is slander heresomething is very wrong I thought, even though the Demons are far too engaged with their faithful Tezaks, there is still something very wrong with what is going on here. Looking closely at the apparatus, I notice that there was some kind of a stir up plagiarise prone to the box-ring. That trigger hooked appears to be attached to the politi cal program that the relic sat on. I get to that if I achieve it or disturb it then I will probably be heard from the enemies. A Tezak made its psychotic noises as the Demons freed him from his peril. Oh no! I got to move quickly before I am seen! Shaking off all my fears, I back up from an angle to the Holy Magofre. If I can move swiftly enough, then I could be in and out and not have the device make my presence known. I stretched my muscles, and made a sprint that any Usemite would have been dashing of. I dive in the air, and in a slow-motion beau ideal I grabbed the Holy Magofre without soupcon the platform! For a split-second I came to believe that I was relieve and freed of my banishment. Oh the joy and wonder of having that gorgeous artifact in my hands was implausible! SNAP! both(prenominal) the Demons and the Tezaks stopped what they were doing and turned to me, while I lay shriek in pain. My tailfluttered behind me and t squandererped the platform. The box-ring pinned my tail to the apparatus and because! of it I was trapped. As I desperately tried to lift the ring off of my tail, and pull it from underneath it, the Tezaks slowly crept to me. The mental image of Hibocs dying in my arms came to me. Until you prove your valor At first I thought it meant surviving the trial of acquiring the Holy Magofre. To be able to live through what all other Usemites before me had failed at and I almost succeeded. But now I stand for I understand what he was trying to tell me. He knew it was a suicide mission from the start. It wasnt approximately the fact that he wanted me dead. It was about proving myself that I could take upon a greater task than not a single Usemite would ever do. Under normal circumstances, there would be no way that I would do this to myself. seek my neck with the great find oneself I never come back alive, but when Hibocs end gave me the push I essential to succeed. It never was about the Holy Magofre all alongit was about my own fear that I needed to overc ome. Then one of the Demons finally spoke out at me. EEEEK! A cabbage!!! I thought puberulent and her kitties got those damn mice a little while ago! lovemaking calm down, its only a mouse. Look, it has its tail stuck in the mousetrap that we set I try communicating back with them, but all that I can produce is Squeak skreigh! EEEK she jumped onto her throne and began to perform her dark ritual, kill it! Fluffy kill it! Apparently Fluffy was already on the prowl. Understanding that this was nonentity more than a test of virtue and valor I took in a self-aggrandising breath, stuck out my chest, closed my eyes and awaited Fluffy to rip me to shreds. Authors Note: Yes, Arthur Ecmi is nothing more than a mouse. every this time I led you to believe that this was a fantasy epic. But in reality it was nothing more than a mouses fib of two things: 1) Surviving an attack by a twain of cats. 2) Trying to get a piece of cheese. There were clues passim the entire tier t hat hinted to the ending. All of the names of everyth! ing in the story had some relation to the ending. 1) Arthur Ecmi: A nickname for Arthur is Art. Unscramble that and you get Rat. Ecmi is the word Mice jumbled 2) Usemo: Jumbled version of Mouse. 2) Prat: Jumbled version of mess. 3) Hibocs: Jumbled version of Bichos. Bichos is Spanish for Vermin and Tiny Beasts. 4) Tezaks: pullulate the singular form of it. You get Tezak. Unscramble it and you get Katze. Katze is German for Cat 5) Holy Magofre: fail the Holy part. Magofre is the jumbled version of Fromage. Fromage is French for Cheese. The Demons (the humans in the story) on the other hand, had no jumbled version at all. However, there is a basis why I left them as Demons. If you were standing near to something whos foot could cover about 5 of yous, and had such a menacing hatred toward you, wouldnt you call them demonic or something along those lines? Descriptions of Arthur, the Tezaks, the mousetrap, the deranged ritual that the Demons performed, and the colored wire (whic h is none other than yarn). The ritual was that of someone get scared and freaking out at the sight of something that was disgusting in their minds. Other clues were the actions that Arthur and the other Usemites took in the story. ...our city-folk, who were scampering around... Scampering around and running up many walls Scampering is most a great deal used when talking about rodents who are running around. mean(prenominal) conversations about people running around mindlessly have phrases like chicken with its head cut off or something like that. Also, with the exception of the movies and books, how many people do you hear about that can run up walls? I wish I have fooled you all into believing a story that was well camoflauged until the end. 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