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dreamdragonfics · 6 years ago

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Chapter Eleven

"We're going to have to run for it," John growled. "Everyone hold on!" The cart lurched forward and rattled down the road. Everyone hung onto the sides of the cart as John pushed it forward.

Suddenly, it slammed to a stop. A wide cave entrance was in front of it. "We're not going in there, are we?" Brian asked.

"Do you have a better idea?" John snapped.

"No. But it doesn't feel safe," Brian countered.

"I have to agree with Brian," Chuck spoke. "This cave supposedly is home to trolls."

John frowned and stared at the cave. "Cave trolls or normal trolls?"

"Mountain trolls," Chuck replied.

"Hell on earth," John mumbled under his breath. "Well, it's here tonight or out in the open. Both options are deadly."

"We can keep a guard out here," Danny quipped. "If we go in there, it doesn't matter how strong you are, you can't win."

John jumped down. "I'll be right back." He disappeared into the cave.

Jim jumped off and ran after him. "You don't have to do this! We do have a dragon, you know!"

John froze. "That's right. Trolls are scared of fire too."

"Do we need her?"

"Wouldn't it be too dangerous, though? People will see."

"John, we could die either way tonight. I'm taking no risks. I have to see Ray again." Jim turned away and called for the dragon.

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"Alright, we need to plan," Geddy said.

"No matter what, we need to get back to Sar. We're on the fringe of war," Jimmy said.

Geddy nodded. "Right. You and your companions should leave as soon as we get things sorted out."

"We could start a revolution in Lielt," Keith said. "The people will listen to us. We've tried before."

"And were captured," Greg interjected.

"Yes, but Richards is too busy dealing with bigger issues right now," Jimmy added. "He's about to have a righteously angry group of rescuers and former companions storm up to his front door with a dragon."

"It would be best to try a revolution now while he's distracted," Robby said, joining the conversation. "His mind is very one way. Controlling everyone that works directly under him takes a lot of focus and energy. And since he was nearly killed once any skills he stole are greatly weakened now."

"How do you know all of this?" Jimmy asked.

Robby looked away. "He captured us before going to war with Sar. We escaped, but learned how he works before we could."

"Thank you," Geddy said softly. "That must have been hard to remember those things."

Robby nodded. "If there was to be a revolution in Lielt, there are pockets of revolutionists already." He looked at Keith, Greg and Carl. "You need to find Mike. He's in charge of the larger of the five groups. He'll be able to unite them, but they'll need a stronger leader from there." The three nodded. "If Tom was here, we'd easily be able to do this. It will be difficult to do this, but Mike will probably be the one who will listen."

"Okay. We go into Lielt, find Mike and unite the revolutionists," Keith repeated. "Then what?"

"Gain people," Geddy answered. "You gain as many people as you. Tell them that once Richards is out, no one that sided with him against their will will be punished. Those that sided with him willingly will have to pay a price for it, but keep it light."

"You're talking like you want us to take over after this is done," Carl mused.

"Exactly."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Alex asked.

Geddy nodded. "Of course. If we're talking about the Mike I know, he won't want to take over a country. It'll be better this way." Geddy picked at a hangnail. "Besides. You three are easier to communicate with and have had some leadership ruling a country."

"We were controlled."

"But still ruling. We'll help you. But for now, just start a revolution. We need to stay here and keep order over the people of Rix. We're going to end up in this war too, you know," Geddy explained. "Just go. It'll be fine."

Emerson, Lake and Palmer stood up. "We'll go then. Find Mike, start a revolution, got it," Keith said. "Let's go, then."

The three started out the castle when Greg stopped. "Is there anyway to find Tom?"

Jimmy nodded. "He'll be in Lielt when the time is right."

Greg nodded and ran to catch up to the other two.

"Will they really be able to do this?" Neil asked.

"Of course," Jimmy assured. "I knew them a long time ago. They're capable of nearly anything they want to be. And I get the feeling this is something they want to do." He stood up from the table as well. "Come on, you six. We need to leave and get back to Sar now." He turned back to Geddy, Neil and Alex. "Take care."

"You as well."

With that, Jimmy led his band back to Sar.

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"My ring is gone." Ray hit his head on the wall and cried out, "It's gone!"

"Calm down! Do you want the guards to hear you?!" David snapped.

"Maybe they'll end this misery sooner," Ray moaned. He slumped to the ground. "I need that ring."

"Why?" Richard asked.

"It's special," Syd interjected. "Leave him be, okay?" He walked over to Ray. "It'll come back to you. I know it will."

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"Explain why I have to do this again?" David asked.

"You're short," Roger said flatly.

"I'm really not that short. You're all just ridiculously tall!" David huffed. "I refuse to do this."

"David, please. We don't have any other options. Shorter people around here are overlooked. You'll be able to make it around easier than us," Chris explained.

David thought. "If I do this...no more short jokes?"

"If those are your terms," Michael said.

David scuffed the ground. "Fine." He pulled his hood up and glared at the others. "I'll be back." He turned and disappeared into the crowd.

"Did you just send David out?" Gene asked.

"Yes. Were we not supposed to?" Roger inquired.

"We just need to go now." Gene slipped out into the alleyway. The other three followed behind.

"Where are we going? What was the actual purpose of sending David out?" Roger asked quietly.

"Weapons. We might need them. He knows the rendezvous, right?"

"The square with the raven?" Roger asked.

"Yes. Good. Come on. We don't have a lot of time."

Meanwhile, David was wondering around, admiring the swords. He stopped at a booth. "Excuse me," he said to the man running the booth. "I'm in need of some weaponry. For...elves."

The man cocked an eye at David. "Weaponry for elves. You do know those beasts are outcasts here, right?"

David feigned confusion. "They are? Oh, dear. I'm new here. I guess I didn't learn the rules."

"No one new is allowed to live here," the man said gruffly. He eyed David suspiciously.

"Aah, well... M-my cousin, she..." David stammered. He glanced around. Too many people, I'll get caught.

"Do I need to call the guards?" the man snarled.

Well, if I'm going to hell, now's the day to decide that. David smiled. "No, sir. My mistake." He turned away and pulled a glass jar from his belt. "But this isn't!" he shouted as he threw the bottle down. It shattered and covered the market in thick smoke. David ran over to the booth and grabbed as many weapons as he could before stealing a horse as well. He charged out of the marketplace and arrived at the Square of the Silver Raven.

"There you are!" Roger hissed. "Where'd you get a horse?!"

"Long story!" David gasped. He tossed the weapons down. "Hurry up! I may or may not have alerted the entire marketplace of my presence."

"We said to keep a low profile!" Roger fussed. "David, you-- Augh!" He grabbed a sword and swung it around. "It doesn't matter right now. Just... Come on!"

The others picked up swords as well. David held onto a bow and some arrows. "I'll stick to the horse and pick them off. Get to the dungeons!"

"I'm staying with you," Gene said.

"Don't be stupid. You need to go."

"You have less risk of being caught on a horse than we do on foot. This ring has to get back to its owner, David. No other options."

David frowned. "Then you take the horse. I'll stay behind and pick them off. Just get moving!"

David jumped down and Gene jumped up. They nodded to each other and David readied the bow. A few knives and swords were still around his feet if it came to that.

Just hurry, you four...

He loosed the arrow into the oncoming guard.

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Keith snuck into the marketplace. He looked up when a man shouted and threw a bottle down.

"Smokescreen," Greg whispered, startling Keith. "That's good cover for us too. Mike is supposed to be around here."

"Let's wait for it to clear out and see how many people are gone," Carl muttered. "The less people here, the safer we'll be."

The three stayed low and waited until the smoke cleared. Only a few people still stayed around.

"Look," Keith whispered as he pointed out a group of five men. "Why didn't they leave?"

You should leave.

Keith looked up. Why? Who are you?

The man that was communicating with Keith turned. Michael Campbell. And you're Keith Emerson, an enemy to the Revolution.

"No!" Keith shouted as he stood up. "We were told to find you! We were told you'd help!"

"You were told wrong," one of the other men said.

Keith stormed over. "Robby said you'd help."

"Calm down, you're going to attract more unwanted attention," another one of the men hissed.

"Keith!" Greg hissed as he and Carl ran over. "We need to leave. Now."

"Oh, no. You're a threat," the only man with straight hair snarled.

"Stan, stand down. Let Mike handle this," the last man said.

The only man that hadn't spoken stepped forward. "Who are you, really?"

"You were right in how you named me," Keith said steadily. "And you know who we are."

Mike tipped his head the other way. "Did you have anything to do with that smokescreen just now?"

"No."

Mike narrowed his eyes. I choose to believe you. I can see what you've been through in the past day. "But we don't need help starting a revolution. Or uniting it."

"How about leading it? Growing it?" Greg asked.

"We need their help, Mike. You know that," the first man that spoke said softly.

"I know, Benmont. But they were just controlled. They're still vulnerable to it."

Benmont frowned. "But you can change that, can't you? I mean, you did that with Ron and Howie. It shouldn't be a problem."

"Mike, we do need them. I don't care if they were just controlled, they're far stronger with the people than us. They're the ones that inspired us to revolt!" Stan hissed. "Come on."

"Howie, Ron, what do you think?" Mike asked the other two.

"They are strong," one of them muttered.

"We might as well trust them," the other said.

"You're right, Ron. We might as well." Mike closed his eyes and sighed. "It'd be easier to figure this out with stronger leaders. We've been lost without Tom."

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Tom sat up in his bed. "Where am I? How long was I asleep?" He rubbed his face and tried to remember.

An image of Tom appeared in the room. "It's time, Tom. Get to Lielt as soon as you possibly can. The Southern Marketplace. Your companions are waiting."

Tom nodded dumbly and looked away. When he looked up again, the projection was gone. "Oh, right... I can do that." He smiled and cracked his knuckles. "Time to start a revolution in Lielt!" With that, he disappeared.

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"There's the dungeon! Hurry, Gene! We'll be fine!" Roger shouted. The horse took off faster and left Roger behind. "I hope."

<< Part 10 | Part 12 >>

#paint it black story

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enbies-and-felonies · 3 years ago

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yeah ik in theory that i need to be careful but its always like in the moment and i have rlly ba duhhh. what do you call it when you cant say no?? anyways thats yeha. and ill get a text form Adult Man™ or Plug™ or Rando I Met At A Party™ ot whoever amd i dont wanna say no bc i feel lielt thats rude and i feell ike a loser yknwk.

hmmmmm i think i might take you ul on that comprise. i mean knowing me Nd my affinity for saying ill get sover and then immediately getting bkred and relapsing idk how well ill dooooooo but ill try.

and and and yes! i am doing good! bc geuss what! i dont wanna kms rn! thats improvnemt! so im at least dojg bettet.

anyways im probably gnan pass out soon so i might stop talkingv randomly so thats why

xx❄️

really bad impulse control, i feel you on that one

trying is good! trying is the best we can do! me 🤝 you: avoiding our bad behaviours!!!

i'm glad you're doing good!!!!! i'm also proud of you by the way <3 i know trying can be hard and sometimes it's easier to just quit whenever we've made a mistake or feel like we've made one, but you're trying and that's really cool <3

if you do pass out i hope you sleep well! i hope your dreams (if you have them) are restful and that you wake up refreshed and not feeling like shit <3 /gen

#tw suicide mention #tw drug mention #ask to tag #❄️ anon #tw emoji

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questions-reponses · 5 years ago

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Comment passer le test de l’IELTS dans la région de Nice ?

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neros-saff-blog · 7 years ago

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sweet now i can kill him. Kidding! Kidding.... I would only kill LD

ODNT MAKE JOKES LIELT HAG

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