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Not Yet Given Works of NaNoWriMo pt.2

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Introducing Bentley's Resolve

Initial Concept:

Bentley Thaddeus Hawkes has always lived under the influence of the Reapers. Giving himself to the soft whispers of Knowledge of his mentors, he has held faith in the abilities of his World and their purpose. Until a mysterious man comes, unraveling more than the Knowledge Bentley has clung to and showing him that even the most orderly societies holds more than just the darkness of the Phantoms. ~ high fantasy, steampunk, mystery, murder horror ~ third person point of view, present tense, two perspectives ~ murder mysteries, ignorance is bliss, curiosity killed the cat, morally grey killers, lives interrupted

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World:

Mumera, the Spirit Continent Source of Knowledge for the Realm of Spirits, Mumera boasts Libraries and scholars from all over the Lands, seeking the truth in many areas of the Storyverse. Home to the Phantom Archives, and the supercontinent of Monivion, it houses many of Humanity and People of Magicks alike.

Monivion, the Country of Ghost and Shadows Country to many Reapers, Monivion gives Knowledge to all who seek it. Many scholars and lore hide within the cobbled streets, and the Law and Order of the Land disguise the Corruption and Insanity lying beneath the seams.

Azaferra, the City of Steel and Steam Capital of Monivion, Azeferra holds the Ghost Station, the Phantom Archives, and the Reaper’s Academy. Living with a layer of Law and Order that holds deeper and darker secrets, the City holds the compliance of all who reside within the limits.

Aleanara, the Ghost Station Home to the largest Station in Monivion, Aleanara is home to the biggest hub of merchant trade and seeker’s knowledge. Holding the The Phantom Archives, and most of Monivion’s residents, it is the place for most of the gray areas of Life within Mumera.

The Phantom Archives Library of Monivion, it holds Knowledge of Reapers and Spirits, the soul searcher’s paradise for any information regarding things long lost or forsaken by the Natural Realm.

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Magicks:

The Blessings of the Reapers Creations of the Dragon of Death and blessed by their Author, Reapers hold the abilities to shift from the Planes of Life and Death. Guarding the souls of the Beings of the Realms and guiding the dead back to their Creator, they hold the abilities of Salvation and Eradication. Able to save souls and bring about destruction of demons and ghosts, they given themselves to Death in order to keep the Balance of Life.

The Phantom’s Curse Wrought from the Reaper’s Taboo of devouring souls without salvation, the Phantoms are birthed from the Blight and Corruption that twist the entire embodiment of their Creation. Trapped between the borders of Life and Death, they lurk and corrupt everything and everyone who hold the misfortune of capturing their attention. Only seen by those with the eyes hiding the Sight, Phantoms are drawn to Life itself.

A Shade’s Contract Binding by the darker desires of the mind, Shades hold the ability to grant wishes at the price of the soul. Feeding off negativity and darkness, they slowly destroy the mind and soul of whoever they bind themselves to.

The Knowledge of the Observers Created by the Three themselves and blessed by Time, the Observers hold the Knowledge of the Worlds within their mind. Having the ability to note every whisper of Beings and Beast, they hold Knowledge without spoken thought.

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Societies:

Eggatian Railway Order Keeping track of the balance that the steampunk line holds, the Order keeps tabs on all things along the railways. Working with the Society to ensure that Law is upheld, the Order always compliments the thought of “out of sight, out of mind.”

The Guardians of the Reapers The true saviors and guardians of the World, Reapers hold a soft organization to ensure the Balance of Life and Death. Hiding themselves among the Beings of Humanity, they keep watch over the souls of their territories, holding up within cemeteries and Cities.

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Characters:

Bentley Thaddeus Hawkes Given the task of following the trail of dead bodies now littering the train stations of Monivion, Bentley goes out of his way to contribute to the Society that gave him life after the Worlds forsook him. Finding Grayland, and the Shade that possesses him leads him down a slippery ride of ambiguous gray areas of Law and Order.

Grayland Edgar Shade Man of curiosity and impossibility, he holds host to a Shade that gives them the urge to find the breaking point of Humanity. Driven by his desire for Knowledge, he attempts the horrors that many would condemn and destroy. Finding interest in a Reaper who simply follows the blind command of his Kind, he allows himself to be entangled in the fall of a civilization so that he may lay witness to Bentley’s fall into the Realities of the Worlds.

Maria Temperance Spencer Curious and bright, Maria, also known as Mary, is a child of the World that pushes innovation and connection. Holding to the thought that anyone can be of inspiration, she takes the chance that Grayland gives her.

Isabella Lorena Cogwright Founder of the Reaper’s Society, she leads with the firm instruction that the World lives in a balance of yin and yang. Known to make decisions based on principles and ethics, she gives little insight to the gray that surrounds Monivion.

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Status:

Holding two outlines and prepped in order to be one of the main works for NaNoWriMo. Currently scene drafting and shifting through the outlines.

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Snippet:

cw: blood, monster attacks, death mention, vague violence

They settle on solid ground, Grayland blinking as the young man pulls away from him, a smile on his lips.

"Here we are, mister. Eggatia, the Ember Reach. You have made it into Mumera, just as promised." Grayland hums, eyes taking in the night sky with slight amusement. A drowned horn sounds in the distance, and the lad shifts towards it, gesturing for Grayland to follow. "That's the train. The World is built upon train tracks and steam engines. But if you catch a ride to Aleanara, it'll get you right to the Phantom Archives. Just like you want." They reach the hub, Grayland taking in the sleepy World, with barely a soul in sight. The boy turns back to him, holds out his hand. "So. I've got you here. Fair enough to ask for the exchange of goods?" Grayland gives an easy smile, shifting to place a hand into his pocket. "Of course, my dear lad. You did give your services. Edgar, his wages." The young man blinks, eyes shifting into a smile, question on his lips. Grayland barely pays it heed, the voice not making it past as its drowned out by the Shade attacking. The blood splatters as the Shade bleeds out from the ground, chewing as breaking apart the child until nothing remains. Grayland dusts himself off, a sigh lifting as he takes in the stains to his clothing. "Really Edgar, you would think you wouldn't be so crass with the kills, considering I am the one the Worlds see." A guttural laugh is all he gets, Grayland rolling his eyes as the Shade bleeds back into the shadows. He shifts focus, eyes taking in the sleepy World around him again before noting a pair leaving the station, suits settled nicely on them as he takes them in. A smile forms and Grayland moves, walking right by the pair without any suspicion, the Shade curling his shadow into Magicks. "A classy Land, Mumera is. Let us join the people, Edgar. We have work to do."

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Monsters and Men PT3

GN Winged Child Reader x Platonic Mercs

Chapter Selection

Hours Later

Engie sat in his chair, his eyes looking around at the unsure and rather uncomfortable look on everyone's face. Silence hung in the room, as it had for the past ten minutes. Nothing but a slight cough or squeaky chair interrupted the deafening silence. Realizing that this was going absolutely nowhere, Engie decided he'd have to be the one to start.

"So...anyone got any idea what we're gonna be doin' with the...kid..." Engie posed the question to the table, the eyes of each of his teammates turning to one another as if waiting for someone else to find an answer. That was until, finally, someone else continued the conversation.

"Well we can't keep ze child 'ere" Spy added, though it wasn't a very insightful addition. More so just groundwork to branch off of. However, it did gain Medics attention.

"Zen vhat do jou propose ve do? I don't suppose jou have anyvhere a vinged child could stay? And zat's not to add ze implication of zere clothing. Zey seem to be vanted and, if ve're to believe ze clothing, dangerous" Medic responded, an analytical tone held in his voice as he laid out what they knew, which wasn't very much. This response however earned Heavy's attention, his eyes turning towards Medic with a confused and rather weary stare.

"Does doktor think they should stay here?" Heavy questioned almost in full disbelief of what Medic had implied.

"Until vone is presented to me I don't believe zere is a better solution" Medic stated his point outright, earning a few different reactions from the men, almost none of them favorable, Engies least of all.

"Ya can't be serious doc. You forgettin' that we're in a warzone? That ain't a foot'a this place safe?" Engie countered, his face twisted into an incredulous look at what Medic had suggested. Medic didn't falter and was about to respond when-

"I THINK KEEPING THEM HERE IS A GOOD IDEA! WE CAN RAISE THEM LIKE A SOLDIER!" Soldier interjected, his opinion not warranted and certainly not liked.

"As far as we know zey are just a child! And we are guns for 'ire! Zere will be no rasing of any children 'ere!" Spy's voice cut through the room, quickly escalating the situation.

"How do we even know dey're a kid though-?" Scout's voice was immediately drowned out, not a single person looking to address his statement.

"So what's your suggestion spook? We found out where they came from and give 'em back? 'Cause wherever they came from didn't care too much for 'em." Sniper added rather calmly for the tension that was rising within the room. Demo was rather ticked by the comment though, most likely because it was said so calmly and seemingly little care.

"And ye think the REDs will care if they're a kid or not? What do ye think is gonnae happen when one'a them sees them? I'll tell you what'll bloody happen! They'll be dead on sight! Have all of ye lads lost yer damn minds-!?" Demo, in the passion of his movements, knocked the bottle next to him, quickly sending it to the ground where upon it shattered into pieces. It was after this that yelling began to erupt from the table, no voice heard above another as the chaos truly began.

"Huts hung?" Pyro spoke as they turned to Engie, slightly tilting their head. Engie sighed, shaking his head before turning to the firebug.

"You don't have ta stay bud, Ah'll handle this" Engie spoke as he tried rub the stress from his already tired eyes.

"Just do me a favor, don't go messin' in the doc's room" He added, making sure they knew he was serious. Pyro, hating nothing more than a group of angry voices, quickly took the opportunity to leave. Even if they felt a little bad leaving Engie there. Once they were gone Engie turned back to the chaos, exhaustion from days of very little sleep along with last night's all-nighter now pulling at both his patience and his will to intervene.

"Fellas-"

"How come da cyclops gets to have a say in dis and I don't?!" Scout asked with a highly irritated and frankly childish tone that was only further shown in his glare and folded arms. However the boy knew exactly what he was doing, his words poking at a well-known weak spot in the Scots emotional armor.

"And here we go-"

"I'M GONNAE GIVE YE TWO SECONDS TA SHUT YER MOUTH YEH WEE SCAMPERIN' WINDBAG!"

"Oh yeah!? And whatcha gonna do?! You can't even catch me!"

"OOOOOOOH YOU'VE DONE MESSED UP NOW BOYO! I'M GONNAE-" The argument, or more like screaming match, came to a sudden end when a very unfamiliar, ear-piercing screech met their ears. It was an inhuman sound that, if not for the distress in it, could have been likened to some sort of animal call. It silenced the room in mounting confusion, though it didn't last longer than a few minutes as the following sound dropped that confusion into dread.

"HUUU HUUUUHHHHH" The men sitting at the table quickly looked to the empty chair, then to the door before the realization dawned, all of them collectively coming to the same thought

oh no

Your eyes began to flutter open and, in a familiar sight, you were blinded by a bright light. You quickly closed your eyes, a not too uncommon sickly feeling taking you over. Your hands moved to cover your eyes which, to your utter surprise, held no restraints. Confused and with your mind too fuzzy to remember much, you just tried to focus on being able to open your eyes. After a long while you adjusted to it and were able to look past the irritating white glare. Upon doing so a spike of dread hit your stomach, the room incredibly unfamiliar to you. In a sudden movement you pulled yourself up, though you regretted doing so when a burning pain spread through your stomach. Thankfully it left just as quick as it came and once it had you began to look over your body. You soon noticed the many bandages and sore spots that covered it, each injury seeming unfamiliar until you thought on it and before long you remembered where they had all come from.

You had run away- You burned that place down-! You...

Where were you?

The contents of the room were all of a medical nature, that much you knew. But why were you here? Why hadn't they restrained you? Was yesterday a dream? Was this a dream? You couldn't tell anymore. You listened for a while, though you didn't hear anyone. No doctors, no guards, no scientists. Just silence.

Assuming you were alone you decided to stand, though your legs felt unstable under you. You felt your muscles cry against your use of them, but seeing as it wasn't anything you hadn't been through before, you pushed on. You were about to take your first step forward when a sudden sound caught your ears. You froze, your dilated eyes turning to where the small noise had come from. You had expected to see an infuriated doctor or a disgruntled guard. However, what you saw was...

A white bird? Or a mostly white bird anyway. It was instead covered in pink splotches, as if some sort of dye had been poorly washed from its wings. You stared at the bird for a while, your body remaining frozen as your adrenaline died down until eventually you relaxed back into a neutral state. When the bird realized that it had been seen it quickly swooped down from its position, once again startling you to alertness. It managed to land on your shoulder, upon which you tried to shove it off a few times, though it seemed rather set on making a landing there. Eventually you gave up. It seemed harmless enough anyway, it at least wasn't trying to attack you. When you finally relented it became comfortable, seemingly happy with itself as it finally made it's landing.

"Hello" You jumped slightly, startled for about the hundredth time by this entirely strange situation. However, this time you were left more baffled than anything. This strange bird spoke, though it hadn't spoken in words. Rather it had spoken in coo's that you could somehow understood. You knew what it had just communicated to you! And not only that, but you held the instinct of a sound on your tongue.

"Hi" You replied, your eyes widening further at the fact that the language leaving your lips not only made sense to you, but hadn't hurt as much to speak in. You suffered a minor sore throat and no sting of pained tears in your eyes and in so a simple soft sound left your lips. A sound that, judging by how the bird suddenly grew more interested, had made sense to more than just yourself.

"What are you?" The small bird asked, your mind still trying to wrap around the fact that its words made sense. However, you decided it might just be best to look over that for now. After all, you had more pressing issues to deal with. Like the fact that you were alone and unsupervised.

You looked over to the bird, realizing that at this current moment in time it was the only link you had to what could possibly be happening here. And thus you deduced that you should probably stay on good terms with said bird. It would probably be best to start by answering its question.

"I...don't know" was the best explanation you could give it at the moment. You've never really thought about it before. Then again you never really had the chance to.

However, the explanation seemed good enough for the bird. He was Medic's pet after all. You weren't too strange compared to some of the things he'd seen the 'doctor' cook up before. In fact, he'd go as far as to say you were probably on the better side of the spectrum of what he's seen pass through here. Then again considering you were only a child it did leave a few questions as to just how far the doctor's mind had wandered lately.

"Where are the guards?" you broke the suddenly quiet air with a question, your eyes having wandered to other places in the room in hopes that someone would show up...

Or maybe rather that someone wouldn't.

"Guards?" the bird echoed your words, a perplexed tone held in his voice. You nodded to his voice, unsure what had confused him. There was another pause in the conversation and, finding no other people that fit that description, he decided to ask what to him was the only obvious answer.

"Do you mean the team?" He asked, a confused expression now falling onto your own features as you once again turned to the bird.

"Is that what you call them here?" you answered back and, assuming you could mean nothing else, he slowly nodded to the question. As he did, the reality of your situation began to truly dawn on you.

You were in a place you didn't recognize, with no idea how you had even gotten here, and seemingly left to your own devices. You knew nothing of this place's schedule, or people, or creatures, or habits. You hadn't even a clue why there were birds here! And having grown up in a life where knowledge was power and knowing where you stand in the power pyramid meant the difference between life and torture, not knowing anything about where you had ended up is possibly one of your more terrifying nightmarish realities. You felt your heart start to beat a little harder against your chest, your throat tightening at the sudden reality.

"I don't want to be here..." you admitted in a mumble, your hands tightening almost instinctively. You felt what was best described as a cold shiver up your back, your body feeling lighter than it had been only a few seconds ago. The bird, noticing your sudden discomfort, gave a slight nuzzle to your cheek. The strange action quickly caught your attention, the bird's affection not something you had quite expected. However, the comfort from him did pull you from your spiral of dread enough to take a deep breath, even if that breath was through confusion rather than comfort.

"I'm not sure how you ended up here, but I can promise it's not that bad. Here, I have an idea. Why don't we go on an adventure? We can explore the base if you want" The bird suggested with sudden excitement in his tone. You, however, didn't hold that same excitement. You weren't entirely familiar with a lot of his strange words or what they meant, though you understood enough to get the general idea of what he was saying and its implications did little to cool your dread.

"An ad-...ad-ven-ture...? Am I allowed to leave the room?" you asked, apprehension shown in your still feet. The bird took a moment to respond, quickly realizing that your appearance held true to your behavior as your mannerisms were that of a child.

"I don't think Medic would be too upset" he answered.

His chosen words of uncertainty certainly didn't help you further believe this was a good idea. However, he had been about the kindest creature you've met in a long time and the last thing you wanted to do was upset him, not to mention he would likely know a lot more about this place than you did. So, with really not much else you could do, you agreed with a nod as you headed towards the door. You hesitated a moment before grabbing the metal handle, pulling it down and shoving the heavy weight of it until it opened. Slowly you peaked out the door, looking for any sort of movement. When you saw nothing you slowly stepped forward into the bright hall, your hands slowly releasing the door as it shut itself behind you. As you did your anxieties only began to run more rampant.

This felt like a very bad idea...

What if this bird was wrong? What if they would be upset to find you out of that room? They would certainly punish you for it! However, as you thought of that possibility your eyes drifted to your body again, your right wing unable to move under some sort of bandage, your bruised hands that still held dry blood on them, your aching body that begged for nothing more than the solace of a peaceful day. It was after these observations that you decided you truly couldn't risk following your own judgment. It had only ever failed you.

It was safer to get punished for someone else's mistake than your own.

So you pushed on, trusting that this bird knew what he was talking about. And for a while the two of you wandered down the hall. While the place held a familiar feeling to it, everything about it was utterly strange to you. The rooms were filled with weird objects you couldn't even begin to explain and the quiet emptiness of the place was rather eerie. You saw no signs of other people, other creatures, or even other animals around. Not only that, but everything was color-coded blue which was all the more strange to you. And the size of everything! You were miniature in comparison! What a truly strange place.

The two of you continued wandering down the halls, the bird you had come to know as Archimedes directing you on where to go.

The silence of the empty halls was interrupted when what you quickly identified as yelling from unknown voices began to echo. The moment you identified what it was your pace slowed, your body not willing to continue towards the unmistakably dangerous sound. However, where you had grown suddenly even more anxious, Archimedes grew rather annoyed. His wings ruffled in a response that you instinctually followed, though the wrappings on your wing made it uncomfortable. Wanting to assess the danger, you slowly peeked around the corner, searching for the source of the voices. You found it quickly as your eyes landed on a door a little ways down the hall.

"-I'll tell you whot'll bloody happen! They'll be dead on sight! Have all of ye lads lost yer damn minds-!?" A shattering sound emitted from the room, startling you with a slight jump, your already messy feathers ruffling further as the yelling increased. The small bird nudged against your cheek once again, though having grown to further trust him at this point his contact became a little more comforting.

"We should go" He cooed, a warning held in his words. Deciding that you didn't want to be involved with angry people you were just about to heed that warning. However, the turn of the door handle froze you in place.

"How come da cyclops gets to have a say in dis and I don't?!" as the door opened the muffled words became easier to hear for a moment, though you weren't so much paying attention to that at this point. Your eyes instead landed on a figure in a full-body suit as it shut the door behind it. It walked down the hall a few steps but quickly stopped when it's eyes, which were more like black voids, landed on you.

Neither one of you moved for a moment, the tension of the staredown not even cuttable with a knife. Slowly though the numb feeling of dread that had frozen you in place began to dissipate, and with it came a rather panicked thought.

You had been caught!

Archimedes began flapping his wings, quickly grabbing your attention and pulling you from your shocked state. Unfortunately, it had the same effect on the creature that had spotted you and, as if on cue, it began running at you. Instinct took over at that point and you immediately turned and bolted. You didn't make it very far, your weakened state allowing for little more than a pathetic stumbling run before you inevitably fell.

Or at least you would have fallen, if not for the fact that the creature had caught up to you, its hands grabbing you before you even hit the ground. Even though it had saved you from going face-first into the ground your panic wasn't quelled, especially as it held onto bruises and healing wounds which caused more than a little bit of pain. In response to what you had all rights to believe was an attack, you let out a screech. Not the screech of a child, or even a human for that matter, but one of a caught animal seeking any form of escape from the tight grasp of death. The creature seemed to take this as a challenge as it let out it's own scream.

"HUUU HUUUUHHHHH!" Its muffled voice mimicked yours which only further threw you into your confused panic. And it was due to this panic and your struggle against this creature that you didn't notice the waves of feet now flooding down the hall.

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