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Black Wolves Saga Last Hope Memory 5: La primera salida [Prólogo]

La protagonista le pide permiso a Zara para poder dar un paseo en el jardín tras la lluvia.

De repente vuelvo a mirar hacia la ventana.

Fiona: ...Ah

Zara: ¿Qué sucede?

Fiona: Que bien, parece que dejó de llover.

Fiona: Como no estaba lloviendo con tanta fuerza pensé que pronto iba a amainar...

Fiona: Me preguntaba que haría si empeoraba y me viera obligada a cancelar la fiesta de hoy.

Zara: Tiene razón.

Como si fuera conducida por mi voz, la mirada de Zara también se posó en la ventana.

A pesar de que hasta hace poco una lluvia que lucía como niebla caía desde las nubes, ahora esta ha amainado por completo.

Fiona: ...

Fiona: Oye Zara, ¿puedo salir por un momento?

Zara: ¿...Ahora?

Fiona: Sí, antes Richie dijo que el jardín se ve muy hermoso después de la lluvia.

Zara: ...

Fiona: Oye, por favor. Quiero dar un paseo antes de que la fiesta comience, solo un momento.

Fiona: Si tengo permiso para salir al jardín, entonces mi padre me permitirá bajar y no habrá problema alguno, ¿verdad?

Solo puedo enfocarme en preguntárselo, si pierdo esta oportunidad no podré ver como luce el jardín después de la lluvia.

Zara: ...

Zara está pensando con una expresión complicada. Debe de estar prediciendo todo lo que puede suceder si me deja bajar al jardín.

Fiona: Por favor Zara... ¿puedo?

Zara: ...Ah.

Zara: ...Entendido, pero solo hasta que acabemos con las preparaciones.

Zara: Ve junto a Pearl y Richie por favor.

Fiona: ¡Gracias Zara!

Sin pensarlo di un pequeño bote en donde estaba parada.

A pesar de que se lo pedí, no imaginé que en verdad me daría permiso.

Fiona: (Finalmente saldré.)

Mi corazón empezó a latir con fuerza.

Zara: ¡Pearl! ¡Richie! ¡Vengan aquí por un momento por favor!

Cuando Zara aplaude para llamarlos, ellos vienen de inmediato.

Pearl: ¿Qué? ¿Qué? ¿Qué sucede? ¿Me necesitas para algo?

Richie: ¿Qué? ¿Me necesitas para algo?

Richie: Estoy ocupado peleando por la pelota con Pearl... ¿Tengo algún trabajo que hacer?

Pearl: ¿Es un trabajo?

Parecen estar un poco molestos de que los hayan interrumpido mientras jugaban con la pelota.

Aún así no ignoraron el llamado de Zara. Parece que el adiestramiento diario de Zara funciona bien.

Zara: Sí, así es, tengo un trabajo que quería pedirles que realicen..

Pearl: ...Uh.

Richie: Entendido.

Parece que querían seguir jugando, lucen algo decepcionados.

Al verlos así Zara sonrió suavemente.

Zara: Quiero que acompañen a la señorita a dar un paseo, --en el jardín.

Pearl: ¡¡...!!

Richie: ¡¡...!!

Los rostros de los dos se llenaron de alegría.

Pearl: ¡¿Podrás salir Fiona-chan?!

Richie: ¡Un paseo con Fiona-chan! ¡Un paseo con Fiona-chan!

Zara: Sí, así es, ah, pero ustedes dos tienen una condición que cumplir.

Pearl: ¿Qué es? ¿Qué? ¿Qué debo hacer?

Richie: Yo también haré lo que sea, ya que quiero pasear junto a Fiona-chan.

Zara: Buena respuesta, entonces quiero que usen sus formas humanas por favor.

Zara: Si lo hacen podrán salir al jardín.

Pearl: ¡Sí!

Richie: ¡Sí!

Fiona: ...

Cada vez que lo veo me quedo fascinada por como pueden transformarse libremente ya sea en sus formas de bestias como en sus formas humanas.

Normalmente prefieren sus formas de perro y no les gustan mucho sus formas humanas, pero esta vez es especial.

Después de todo tiene una recompensa irrepetible que es el poder pasear junto a mí.

Pearl: ¡Mira! Así no hay ningún problema, ¿verdad? ¿Podemos salir a dar un paseo con Fiona-chan?

Richie: ¡Mira! Yo también estoy en mi forma humana así que no hay ningún problema, ¿verdad?

Fiona: (...S-sí.)

Pearl es una cosa, pero...

Richie que no importa como lo veas luce como una linda niña tiene otro tipo de problema.

Por más que luzca como una adorable niña, Richie es un chico. Es el hermano menor de Pearl.

Richie: ¿Qué sucede Fiona-chan? ¿Te quedaste embelesada al ver lo lindo que soy?

Fiona: ...Fufu. Sí, así es, hoy también luces lindo Richie.

Richie: ¡Que alegría!  Lo que más me hace feliz es escucharte decir eso Fiona-chan.

Fiona: (...Como es lindo supongo que está bien.)

Parece que a él también le gusta, como es lindo está bien... es lo que pienso.

Pearl: ¡Vamos Fiona-chan!

Richie: ¡Sí! ¡Andando Fiona-chan!

Ambos tomaron mi mano y empezaron a tirar de ellas levemente.

Para la gente común debe de ser algo normal, pero para mí esta es la primera vez.

Que el paisaje que hasta ahora solo había podido admirar sin poder interactuar en este se encontrara frente a mí, me hacía feliz.

*Recuerdo*

''Pearl: ¿Aún no estás listo Zara? Yo ya estoy listo para dar un paseo.

Richie: Yo también estoy listo para pasear. En momentos como este en verdad te relajas Zara.

Zara: Sí, sí, ya entendí así que esperen un poco más por favor.

Zara: Una vez que acabe con este trabajo los sacaré a pasear.

Pearl: Oye Zara. ¿Aún no estás listo?

Richie: Me estoy hartando de esperar.

Zara: ¡Solo un poco más!

Pearl: ¡Bien!

Richie: ¡Bien!''

Fiona: (...Como es de esperar de unos perros. Pearl y Richie son muy apasionados cuando se trata de salir a dar paseos.)

Normalmente molestan a Zara diciendo que quieren darse prisa en ir a pasear, mientras que este este no puede terminar su trabajo.

Hasta ahora, al no poder salir, solo era capaz de verlos.

Richie: ¿Sucede algo Fiona-chan?

Fiona: No, nada. Vamos.

Pearl: ¡Sí! ¡De prisa! ¡De prisa!

Zara: Asegúrense de no emocionarse demasiado en el jardín y terminar tropezándose por favor.

Pearl: ¡Sí!

Richie: ¡Sí!

Zara: Tienen que cambiarse antes de que lleguen los invitados. Por favor actúen tomando en cuenta eso.

Fiona: ¡Sí!

Respondí a las palabras de Zara con alegría. En ese momento recordé algo que había escuchado.

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[mcrtimersmith]

Memory 5

“It’s fine guys...Really.” Standing at the front of the living room, blocking the family from entering, Mortimer REFUSED to let any of them in. These discs were nothing like the one he let the see. “Listen. These are personal...” Rick gave him a look. “If it gets too bad, I’ll call for you guys...okay?” The family shares another look before dispersing.

Rock and Rick head into the backyard, Zim and Morty take a seat in the kitchen, but Merty lingers. He looks worried; he knows about these memories for Mortimer TOLD him about them and who it was involved in them. So Mortimer couldn’t BLAME him for his uncertainty. “Trust me Merty. I promise I’ll call.” It didn’t seem to help, but he does leave to join Rick and Rock

But only AFTER leaving a loving kiss on his cheek.

When they all left, Mortimer takes a seat on the floor, pressing the button to play the tap. Briefly, Dante zipped through the room, darting outside to join the rest of the family. It probably wasn’t a good idea to watch this thing on a day they chose to do a barbecue. At least they all promised to stay out until he was done watching-

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“MORTIMER!!” He JUMPED in alarm at the sound of Rick’s yell. Younger Mort jumped off his cot, scrambling out of his room, down the darkened halls of the Monolith, and into the room where Rick was waiting. He looked less than pleased as the younger approached. “One of the subjects escaped. I need them found.”

“Okay...okay...” Lil Mort pulls out his gun, a pistol, and quickly makes his escape out of the room. He liked spending as little time with Rick as possible. For many REASONS. Thankfully, following the path of the escapee was easy. In their escape, they left behind obvious PRINTS that led him right to them.

Meaning the BLOOD.

Every step brought him closer to the escapee. They seemed to collapse somewhere, whatever wound they sported dragging them down. Gun drawn, Mortimer stepped around the final corner, words suddenly DYING on his lips when he saw just who it was bleeding out on the floor.

Jessica?

He was frozen in place, shock written across his features like a NOVEL. She hadn’t even noticed him yet, breath coming out harshly as she held onto her stomach. She looked terrible. Clothes were torn and dirtied by blood and grin, and even MORE leaked past her fingers, staining the floor underneath her. And her eyes...her eyes were red and puffy as she fought to keep her sobbing under control. Lil Mort clears his throat, her attention snapping to him in an instant.

“GET AWAY FROM....M-Morty?” Her scream of fear was so suddenly cut short when she REALIZED who it was standing in front of her. “Oh...Oh my god. Morty!”  She shot to her feet in an instant, arms wrapping around him and YANKING him close for a hug. “Your grandpa Rick....He grabbed me and stuffed me here! Along with so many more people. We have...” She cut herself off to sob, doubling over as fear swept through her. “We have to get out of here!”

“There’s....” He finally found his voice. “There’s no way out of here...” Believe him...he’s TRIED. Earned himself a few forced upgrades for his attempts too. Okay. Okay calm down. Lil Mort had to KILL Her or detain her. He shouldn’t help her. He CAN’T help her. “But...there’s another way....” He adored the way she perked up. “Come on.”

Taking her hand in his, LIl Mort hastily led her through the halls, keeping out of sight of Rick’s crab cronies. With how much she had to be hurting, their pace is slow, but Lil Mort is certain she won’t die of blood loss. But where they’re headed isn’t far, so they make it to the room in record time.

“An escape pod?” Jessica’s voice is quiet, but her earlier look of terror was replaced by HOPE. Lil Mort is the furthest thing from calm, even as her hand leaves his to wander over to the pod. “This is...we can escape! Morty this is great!” With dainty hands, she pries the door open, peering into the, relatively comfortable, space.

That’s when he heard it.

Footsteps. And approaching QUICKLY by the sound of it.

Lil Mort shot into action, darting after Jessica...only to SHOVE her into the escape pod, slamming the door shut behind her. Jessica YELPED, hands catching herself before she had the chance to fall. “Morty? Morty!” She turns around to face him, laying her hands on the solid glass. “Morty! What are you-” She freezes, eyes widening as she stares PAST him.

“Mortimer...” Rick’s voice is pure, unadulterated RAGE. “You little piece of...what the FUCK do you think you’re DOING?!” Lil Mort’s eyes dart between Rick and Jessica, fear settling hard and heavy in his chest. Rick catches his eyes look towards the console that launched the escape pod. “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!”

But Mortimer is already in motion, hand SLAMMING over the launch button just as a BULLET passes through him.

“MORTY!!!” Jessica’s scream echoes on in the room, even as the escape pod launches her to safety on the outskirts of this planet. This DIMENSION even. Lil Mort could fell his blood pouring out from the new hole in his chest. His legs turn to jelly underneath him; he’s only able to stay standing because of the console he’d taken to holding. Unfortunately, a hand SCRUFFS him, bony fingers digging into the back of his nape as he’s dragged out of the room. Blood loss works quickly enough to AFFECT his want to FIGHT BACK.

“Fucking piece of SHIT.” Lil Mort is thrown back into his room, head smacking into the operation table in the dead center. Rick blocks the exit, approaching him  and giving him NO TIME to retaliate before he’s pinning him to said table, grabbing for his bone cutter in the process. “I think it’s about time you FEEL WHAT THAT DAMN KILL SWITCH IN YOUR HEAD DOES!!”                               -------------------------------------------------------------------------

“MERTY!!!” Mortimer’s hands fly to his face, blocking out the view and SOUNDS of the cutters as they GRIND AND TEAR their way through skin, muscle, and his very bones. He barely has time to REGISTER the sounds of hasty footsteps before the sound cuts out. Mortimer is vaguely aware of the body joining him on the floor.

“Easy...easy...” Merty’s voice came as a blessing, hands laying across his face and drawing him back to the front of his mind. Back into full consciousness. “You’re okay...I’m here...it’s all okay....” Carefully, his hands are pried off his eyes; when he checks, the screen of the television had been reduced to static.

The remainder of the family is peering in at them from the kitchen entryway.

He’s safe...he’s okay...Rick was dead. He was gone.

And Mortimer was FINE.

No he WASN’T.

[memories-from-eddsworld]

I wanted to make it in the big city. I wanted to draw, make comics, write... I wanted to be known. But I got there and realized it was not as simple as I dreamed it would be. There were bills, there were taxes... I became poor. I became homeless. I joined the military again, where else could I go? I loved guns, I needed food and shelter, it seemed like a perfect fit. Yeah, okay, I did some bad things to get to where I was, but I was living was I not? I looked back on my old memories with happiness at first, but I eventually realized... they did this to me. They didn't try and stop me from going to the big city. They were probably sitting at home, doing nothing, not thinking about me, not caring about if I was okay. They did this! I hate them for doing this to me! I... I... I miss them. I really miss them. I just want everything to go back to how it was...

Tord

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Is your username a keyboard smash? Your content is amazing by the way!

I beg your pardon?! My username a keyboard smash?!

Hmph!

...

Haha! Nah, I’m only kidding. Actually, here’s the story of my username in a nutshell: Some years back, in I wrote a story for my sisters the heroine’s name was Annyllel. Then when I created my personal mii on my first 3DS I named her Annyllel. It’s kinda stuck ever since. 

Thank you! I’m very glad you enjoy the stuff I post. I play BotW way too much, so I have a lot of screenshots and videos...

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“I, the person in question, am fine, regardless of the king’s orders.”

I do like Princess Zelda and I have to admit that this is not one of her finer moments. I suppose this gives some insight on the turmoil she felt within.

[annyllel]

Here is the same scene, in the present and 100 years before. It doesn’t appear that much has changed, eh? Just for reference, here’s a pic of how this would look in a file I played without doing certain sequence breaking: