Thaidakar the Ghostblood

"Believe me, I know," he said lightly. "I worked here once. Where's Calano?"

Thaidakar's head nodded with the dream. He'd almost forgotten. The room was darkness to him, masked in red and black. Shadows threw the tables and stools into distorted shapes. Voices clawed their way into his ears and threatened his peace. Thaidakar ignored them. The fell liquid clambered down his t throat in repetition. He didn't feel it anymore. Why didn't he feel it anymore? His hand moved outside of conscious thought, bringing the cup to his lips every second, every moment. Maybe this time it would drown out the pain. The cup fell to the ground and each piece embedded itself into the walls. Liquid sprayed forth, a red fire growing on each droplet. The empty cask of a man fell to the ground, the shards stabbing into his back. What remained was a shadow, a remnant. And he would always be that. He was the fossilized remains of what had once been a man who could feel. Watching from a corner in the room, a small thing with feathers smiled with satisfaction. "There you are, chosen one," it whispered. It tapped a small ring on its leg and the holographic form of the king met its eyes. "He is here." "Good," Chickeee responded, "I will come." The chicken drew its shimmering dagger and waited, watching the thing on the ground. It had taken many ages of mortals to find him, but today they would kill him. Finally. Satisfaction was a cruel delight. To Thaidakar, there was nothing but the nightmares which plagued him. A repeated motion of ancient evils in his mind. He didn't see the chicken on the barrel. He didn't notice when one of the walls burst open, free to the darkness of a narrow cavern. And, he didn't see it when a hulking mass of a thing entered the room, ripping apart the roof with its enormous helmet. King Chickeee in his mechanical suit, an arrogantly placed crown on his head, laughed at the pathetic coward on the ground, "This is the chosen one?" The voice in his mind gave affirmation. "You should have chosen better," said Chickeee, spikes extended from his armored gauntlets. "I will enjoy killing him." Tears dripped from Thaidakar's eyes, sinking into the cursed ground next to the burning liquor. Yet, even as he fell into the pits of torture, something grew in him. A lust for... for what? Chickeee raised his mechanical arms and swung down to end Thaidakar's life once and for all. He laughed, "Goodbye, chosen one!" Metal touched Thaidakar's back, seeking their first kill. Yet, before they could, their target was gone. Instead, the mech was blown apart and the king's neck was in the now levitating Thaidakar's hands. His eyes were closed, yet they couldn't cease the glowing read tears from seeping down. Crimson flames with black hearts grew around Thaidakar as he raised King Chickee, who was scrambling for breath, higher into the air. Chickeee gasped, "Fr-free m-me..." "You want forgiveness? Get religion." *cough* I mean- There was no reply, only the "chosen one's" hand tightened. Chickeee begged, pleaded. Soon he was quiet. The chicken in the corner rushed at Thaidakar. Thaidakar turned, blasted the chicken in the heart with the fires of grief. The lifeless body of Chickeee slid to the ground. The chicken priest's dagger flew at Thaidakar, yet it quickly slowed to a stop in front of him, inches away from his eye. Thaidakar touched it on the tip and it crumpled, falling to the ground. He turned to the broken room around him and he roared. The wood, rock and steel burst into flames, falling apart. Thaidakar looked up to the ceiling, a sudden desire for light growing in him. If they were all dead, so be it. And if they weren't, so be it. And he found, to his surprise, that he didn't care either way. Pure energy blasted through his eyes, blasting a hole in the roof, turning the rock to slag. Thaidakar, though as a bullet, soared up, going higher and higher through layers of existence until, finally... The dark red flames were the first thing that appeared in the lobby of the clinic, roaring up from the ground and blasting a man sized whole in the flooring. Soon followed Thaidakar, levitating with his hands at his sides, eyes pure crimson, his locks of hair flowing freely in flight about him as a crown adorned with flames. It was good to be back.

winning win

Me too! *eats soul*

Join me and together we will eat all of the souls!

Welcome to the Shard!

Mmmmm. Tasty souls.

How dare you. *Le calls the grammar police.*

Y=15 x=3

I think it's benson Boone music.

What about ygrulameh?

I mean, divide by three and you're basically right.

XD Good question. As I said in the imagine how other sharders look like, I am definitely four. Definitely...

And there’s the other quarter-

(that is a massive image- lol)

Almost everyone on here is under 18, so you’re in good company. At least three quarters of the active people.

*blinks* ”incorrect” *lightsabers face.* ”your argument is now obsolete”

*The blade turned to slag in my chest and the silvery metal which had once touched the works of gods dripped to the ground. The blood in my hair burst alight into flames and I smiled. I took a drop from my chest and spewed it at you. And, as it turned to flames and consumed you, I said,* "Blood for the blood god." lol.

Yo, I was wondering what y'all's favorite Spiderman movies are cause I just finished Across the Spiderverse. That movie was so good. Aint my fave, but still reeeaaaallly good.