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Chapter 1 (Bard's Ballad)
🕑 Added 2021-05-18 15:05:08 +0000 UTCAuthor's Notes:
As most of you know, I have quite a few prewritten stories that I'm dying to share with all of you. Initially, I was going to post Spectrum of Aether since it's mostly written but I decided to delay it since I want to tinker the story a lot more. Instead, I'm going to share with you another story based in Diskverse since I have 2+ books written(close to 200k words) for this story. Would love your thoughts on this tale as I edit and post it.
Let me know if you like it and want more.
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Wind and snow battered the cliffside, but it didn’t deter the climbers. Their long-armed leader scaled it without issue. Unlike them, he didn’t wear furs or armour. Only a thin dark cloak fluttered around his slender frame. Its blackness appeared to be a gateway into the void of space as it absorbed all surrounding light, appearing darker than any natural shade.
The lead climber didn’t carry any visible weapons either. If not for the ropes connecting him to his followers, he wouldn’t be visible at all. When the figure glanced down at his companions, it became apparent that he wasn’t human. Instead, his face carried feline features and had the same colouration as a leopard’s.
A lone figure stood far above them at the cliff’s edge. Tribal tattoos covered his exposed arms and chest while a maned canine skull adorned his head. Greenlight glowed from the eye holes, and the light spread to the tattoos. His lips moved, but the blizzard drowned his words. Then as green wisps blossomed out of the figure’s bone staff, the wind carried his chant.
“Yes!” The receptionist exclaimed, but I didn’t spare her a glance. It wasn’t that I intended to ignore her, but my body refused to look away from the wall-sized screen across the room. “Greta! Get in here. The damned goblin shaman is finally going to fall!”
Another voice joined the conversation, but I tuned them out, enchanted by the wisps.
The ethereal lights coalesced behind the goblin, forming hulking bipedal forms as tall as elephants. They scooped up the rising snow in their massive hands, tightened them into spheres before rolling them over the edge. The first took out a climber. While the second downed two more. As the rope went taut and the rest started falling, their leader conjured a dagger out of his cloak’s shadow and severed the cord. It saved him from a fall.
Instead of taking one handhold at a time, he leapt up the cliffside, zigzagging and avoiding the falling snowballs. By the time he reached the top, all of the climber’s followers had disappeared into the darkness below.
The goblin’s eyes widened when his opponent fell into a crouch and disappeared into the stormy night. The ethereal giants rushed to his side, shaking the ground with every lumbering step. They formed a barrier around him as his chanting intensified. Then, a blur twice the goblin’s size shot by the goblin, making him stagger. Blood poured from his side, and the giants huddled closer around him. However, the chanting didn’t stop.
The ethereal lights wavered as the blur bounced off one of the giant’s, making it fall. It didn’t faze the goblin. Instead, a smile spread across his libs, exposing a mouthful of ugly pointed teeth. He raised his bone staff high above his head before thrusting it into the ground. A green pulse domed from the point of impact. The snow rippled under his feet, but the giants remained unaffected.
While the green faded, a clump of similarly coloured wisps remained, clinging to a humanoid form. It paused mid-step as a black hood fell, revealing a feline face. Widened eyes darted between the giant and the goblin. Then the giants fell upon the figure, battering it with thundering blows.
The Champion of Shadows has fallen!
Bone’s Champion is the victor!
Bone ascends to level three in the Cosmic Game. He may add another Champion to the Arena Disk!
Shadow’s loss of his final Champion removes him from the playing field! The goblin shaman may absorb a piece of the felin rogue’s cape to strengthen his staff.
“Damn it!” The receptionist swore, smashing her fist on the table. More words appeared on the giant television, but whatever force had held my attention was now gone. I regained the power to look wherever I pleased. The reception piqued my curiosity as soon as my eyes landed on her. She looked mostly human. The violently pink skin and the neon-blue hair suggested she was anything but. “I had six thousand credits on the Neeko,” she said, waving a crumpled slip of paper in her third hand—unlike her regular two arms, it grew out from the back of her neck. “That’s my spawn fund halved.”
“Why would you bet your procreation savings on a Champion of Shadows?” The second receptionist asked. She carried the same features, but instead of one arm extending from her spine, she had two. “Shadow has been on a losing streak for the past decade!”
“Did you see the odds? I could’ve had two spawns and taken a century-long leave if Neeko pulled through. Bone’s Champion is a newbie, after all. Just because he’s the shaman of Grog’s Table doesn’t mean he’s all that—”
“Excuse me?” I raised my voice, cutting the receptionist of mid-rant. “What are you? Where am I? And how the hell did I get here?”
The pair fell silent, looking at me with wide blue-sclera eyes. One of them scrambled to reach under their desk, and the screen-wall went blank before blending into the white walls. The standing receptionist—Greta, I assumed—sprinted through a door behind the desk while the other hastily straightened her desk.
“Hello?” I waved at her, getting off my seat. It was then I noticed the man seated next to me. It was Lucas. He was a friend or acquaintance, and I was currently angry with him but struggled to remember why. It didn’t matter, so I kept my attention focused on the woman. “What is this place?”
“You’re not supposed to be awake yet,” she mumbled before clearing her throat and continuing at a higher volume. “Welcome to the Diskverse-branch headquarters! The Interdimensional Trucking Company—”
“Answer my questions, please!” I yelled, looking around the empty waiting room, making the receptionist jump. There were only three of us present, and Lucas appeared catatonic. After looking at the extra arms and strange skin, my first instinct suggested alien abduction. However, her accent and the ambience suggested otherwise. Then again, aliens with sufficient technology could emulate whatever the hell they wanted. “Is this an abduction?”
The receptionist didn’t answer. Instead, she bashed a button on the table to no avail, flinching away from me. Giving up on getting a response from her, I turned around shook Lucas’s shoulders. “Snap out of it!” I exclaimed. When he didn’t respond, I slapped him across the face, which appeared to do the job. Lucas’s eyes sprung open and darted around us, looking as alarmed as I felt. “These freaks are abducting us.”
“What?” He roared, jumping onto his feet and lifting his chair over his head.
As a rugby player, Lucas has a much wider frame than me. At six and a half feet, he stood a foot taller than me as well. His furrowed brows and rippling muscles made for an imposing figure. His odd outfit made me pause for a second. Lucas wore boxers and a t-shirt. In contrast, I had a pair of jeans, a shirt and a leather jacket on. My guitar case hung from my right shoulder too. An image of us arguing on the street popped into my head, wearing the same clothes.
“Who are you?” Lucas’s voice thundered as he advanced towards the receptionist. “Nobody’s probing me today!”
Then he froze with one foot in the air. I tried sprinting to his side, only to realise my body had gone immobile too. My tongue refused to move, and I couldn’t feel my lungs working either. However, it didn’t feel like I was suffocating. The door Greta had exited through slid open, and a man walked through. He stood as tall as Lucas but had a frame as slender as mine.
“There’s no need to panic, gentlemen,” he said, clicking his fingers. The world around us disappeared before a large office materialised between us. We smoothly transitioned from standing to seated but felt nothing. “Calm down.” His command worked. The panic I had felt moments ago dissipated, and a tranquillity took over. His golden eyes focused on me first. “I believe I had questions.”
My ability to speak returned all of a sudden. “Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here—”
“I think three is enough for now.” My ability to speak disappeared once again. “This is the Interdimensional Trucking Company, Diskverse branch. There are countless Universes and even more inhabited worlds. I monitor where we are now. Diskverse. Often civilisations on the brink of destruction require a hero or champion. When they cast their grand spells or rituals, it sends out a call, and we’re the ones that respond to it. Our agents pop into universes with overpopulated worlds, scour them for eligible candidates without many familial ties and relocates them to where they’re needed.”
My temples throbbed, and my heart rate picked up. The man’s eyes widened as I struggled against the force holding my mouth shut and defeated it. “I had a family! I have parents, a sister and a girlfriend—”
I faltered on the final word. Images flashed in my mind’s eye once again of my girlfriend, Samantha, Lucas, and I arguing.
“Well, you’re not supposed to be here,” the man said. “We sincerely apologised for what happened, but Lucas was who we wanted.” A ginger cat hopped onto the table between us and meowed. More images accompanied his appearance. I saw the cat sitting just off the curb, licking its paw while a truck sped towards it. I had broken into a run, trying to get to it, and Lucas had followed closely. “You were an unfortunate complication. Our agent—” The man nodded at the cat. “—wasn’t supposed to appear to you. Miss Boots should’ve only revealed herself to Lucas and lured him into the street. Not you. It was an accident, and I sincerely apologise for that.”
The force keeping me silent disappeared, but I found myself at a loss for words. I glanced between the cat and Lucas as my final moments flooded back.
It was one of those days where everything went wrong. My eight-hour shift in the restaurant turned into a twelve-hour one when we got an unexpected party booking. The arsehole of a head chef had threatened to skip me for the upcoming sous chef opening if I didn’t stay to prepare for it. As a result, I missed my slot at the open mic night in the local pub. It was the first time in three months that I had an evening off where the two coincided.
Hoping for some comforting, I had got home earlier than usual, exhausted. Instead of the affection I desired, I found horror in the form of Lucas, my supposedly best friend, in bed with my girlfriend of eight months, Samantha.
We had argued. I had run out, leaving Samantha crying. Lucas had followed me out, apologising. On the way out, the big oaf had tripped over a beautiful ginger kitten. While he rambled a list of excuses and reasons, I had ignored him to check on the likely injured feline. At first, she had mouthed my hand and licked it. Then the kitten scratched, ran and then paused in the path of a speeding truck to nurse herself. I recalled chasing after her. That was where my memories ended.
“I’m sorry, mate,” Lucas mumbled, placing a giant hand on my shoulder. “I really am. We wanted to tell you the truth for weeks but didn’t know how to start.”
I shrugged his hand off my shoulder.
“Send me home,” I said. “You can keep Lucas. He might not have the character you’d want in a hero, but he’s got the physique for it. I’m just a cook and a talentless musician. So let me go, and I won’t say anything.”
“You can’t just abandon me!” Lucas exclaimed. “I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened. Let me make it up to you.”
“Send the steroid fiend wherever he’s needed. Lucas doesn’t have anyone that needs or wants him. He uses people, and that’s all he’s good for. No one will miss him.” Lucas’s voice cracked and shook as he continued, but I ignored it. “I want to get back to my parents and sister. My salary helps pay their mortgage. I have to get back—”
“I’m afraid sending you home isn’t within our budget.” The man sighed. “You either go wherever our client is taking Lucas, or you go to the void and become nothing. I’m sorry.”
