Steel Burner

Brought into a new light

**********days later

Neebs had long since retreated to his room. Very little was accomplished in the field of getting him to leave and Grendel had no choice but to take temporary leadership. Omior and Vigil were in a room that was specifically set up for them.

Vigil stared out at the city that not long ago had been turned into much of rubble. The buildings had almost been completely repaired and the unrepairable was being demolished at random intervals. Very few animals left their homes because of the random destruction of the unrepairable and the sound of loud construction around the city. Vigil kept to himself the entire time they’ve stayed at the moderately sized kingdom that lay underneath his own.

A single lone bird flew across the sill that the unicorn laid at. He felt they would never get moving at the rate things were going. Omior had refused to leave until he knew the kingdom they were in had a future with a leader fit for the crown.

They tried everything short of force to get Neebs to leave the room, only leaving food at the door proved to gain any footing as he had to open his door to get it. Well, that and using the toiletry. Thanks to the luck of construction, the room Neebs chose to reside in lacked a proper bathroom.

But even still, it was hard to get him to respond to anything anyone said. Grendel was the best chance at this rate, for that’s who Neebs would converse with. Although they were short, fragmented sentences that were to the point, it was much progress.

The day’s melded together and Vigil felt almost as if this was one long day. He was taken out of his stewing over his own thoughts by Omior who came through the door with a bit of a kick in his step. It was very subtle, but the unicorn could discern it was more of a hop than a step so he assumed some good progress happened.

“So what’s the word on our little emo prince?” Vigil mumbled out as he turned back the the view the window gave him.

Omior gave Vigil a huge smile, knowing he wasn’t looking but still paying attention. He spoke up with a bit of a moral boost in his voice. “We finally got through to him.”

Vigil’s ears shot up and he turned his head towards the samurai. “Really? Is it finally time for us to go?”

“Almost, I have one final job to accomplish, so I would estimate at least an hour at most three.” Omior was talking as he gathered supplies around the room, a small canteen of water, a bit of food for lunch, even a compass and a dagger. Vigil didn’t know what the dagger was for and was nervous and antsy whenever Omior had a need for his weapon, even if it was so unnecessary to worry.

Once he collected all that he needed, the samurai muttered a response that was just audible. “See ya later,” and then he was gone.

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Omior went through the corridors in an almost automatic way. He turned left and right in a random yet knowing direction. He eventually came to two doors that were his size, it was one of the few that had no guards in it. He pushed the door opened and quietly crept in. He slowly shut the door to make the least noise possible.

Once that was done, there was no light other than the bit that shone through the crack at the foot of the door. It splayed out and showed a tiled floor with similar tiled walls. A mirror was standing above a non tiled square cabinet that seemed locked. The samurai discreetly moved across the room with ease, avoiding random objects lazily strewn across its floor. Once up to the mirror, he lit a sort of match like stick and placed them onto the torches on either side of the mirror. They sparked to life and the room lit up with an orange glow to it. Now visible, it was easy to determine that this room the samurai was in was not that of a job to which was a necessity, but of a luxury.

He laid his knife down at the edge of the sink and started pumping the lever connected to the faucet of the sink. Water poured out into a small bucket that was under it and he stopped once he had an ample supply of it. He smirked and finally said something to himself as if he was talking to another. “Finally, I can shave.”

********** A few hours later

Omior and Vigil had left Subterra some time ago and were now on that same crossroad that they once were when things had started. The samurai’s helmet was starting to rust where it had landed when the debacle began and vines were already growing all around it. Omior grabbed his helmet and did his best to get rid of the vegetation that made his helmet their home.

“Cursed helmet’s not made to last. I knew that blacksmith swindled me of my money.” Omior tossed his helmet away and refocused to their original problem.

Which direction to go........

********** Somewhere in a location indiscernible

An orb of some kind made from crystal shone back the picture of the two companions as they decided their direction. Two glowing green eyes watched in fascination and excitement as they spent their time carefully weighing their options. Vigil wanted to take the road to the left and avoid any big settlements as planned, but Omior debated the other settlement might have a good blacksmith that could make him a new helmet and repair his partially deteriorated weapons.

The creature shrouded in darkness licked its lips with delight and took pleasure in the thoughts of her new prey.

“........Excellent. Everything is coming along as planned despite Blackwing’s failure. Master may not be happy about that, but at least he will be once I take care of his little problem.”

She looked back into the orb again. They had decided on finally going left into the town of Hoofington over Trottingham. The bug-like watcher laughed maniacally at this and then said to herself. “All according to plan, heheheh... all according to plan.....”

End arc 1
Start arc 2

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And so ends the arc of the Gremlin, and begins the arc of the bug. I’m sure many of you have already figured out who this villain is already. I hope you guys are satisfied with how i ended the arc and how i just started the next one.

So let’s see what chryssie has up her sleeve for them in Hoofington, mayhaps it be something that is not expected. What will I cook up next?! Find out eventually within the next five episodes of DRAGON BALL Z!!!!! lol but no, I think you all will be quite surprised by what I have planned