Post by Tink Brassbolt on Feb 12, 2011 14:21:17 GMT -5
“Listen, Lady, if you’re coming, then come on!” one of Trade Prince Gallywix’s lackeys was yelling to be heard over the sounds of Mount Kajaro, and the din of those that couldn’t gather enough Macaroons to get off the island, “Either way, Gallywix has your money. It’s no skin off my nose if you stay or go.” As if on cue, the ground shook hard enough to knock goblins off their feet, and the volcano made a rather disturbing and urgent sound. There was no stopping it. Kezan was doomed.
“Go, child! Please, just go,” a man was saying, pushing a younger woman toward the boat.
“No! I can’t just leave you here t-to…I’m not leaving without you,” the woman started begging anyone who would listen, “Please? They’re my family…They’re good people! There’s plenty of room and we gave you more than enough Macaroons! Please?!”
“Either you goblin up and save your own skin or you stay on the dock. Those are your choices, Lady,” the minion turned his back on her, beginning to close down the ship to prepare for departure, “And, I am NOT going to wait until I see lava before I leave your ass here.”
“I’m not leaving without my family! They’re all I have!! Ple—“
“TINKERFUSE WIZBANG BRASSBOLT, you have until the count of…” the woman’s voice began bellowing over everyone in that tone that only your mother has, but she faltered as she looked over her shoulder at the impending eruption. When she spoke again, it was with a pleading voice, “Tink, honey. Get on the ship. Please….”
“But, you’re going to…You’ll all be…”
“Dead? Yeah, but sweetheart, dying is just a part of living,” her mother told her. She spoke with a tone that said she’d accepted her fate, “We’ve lived our lives, and you’re just starting yours. Get on the boat, baby. Get to safety so that you can live the life we just did everything we possibly could to ensure you would have.”
“Mama…” Tink threw her arms around her mother’s neck, sobbing, “…I’m gonna miss you, mama.”
“I know,” her mother said, voice thick with tears, “I’m gonna miss you, too. But, this has to be done…and you know it.” When it came time for Tink to pull away, her mother clung to her, “You be a good girl now, alright? Don’t stay up too late. And, make sure you train hard.”
“I will,” Tink choked out. Her father stepped up behind her mother, joining in the hug.
“We’ll always be with you, Tink,” her mother told her and her father nodded in agreement, “And, we are very, very proud of the woman you’ve become.” They finally let their daughter go, her mother kissing her cheek and her father kissing her forehead. They both wore an expression of utmost bravery – they were being strong, so Tink would be, too.
Tink just nodded, backing away from her family. She looked at them for as long as she could stand before turning her back on them and holding her hand out toward the lackey. The boat started to leave and the he just smirked at her. She glared at him, then backed up and made a running leap for the boat. She’d jumped far enough, but her balance was too far back and she was about to fall off backwards. The lackey grabbed her by the neck of her dress and tossed her onto the deck.
“You are one lucky girl,” he said, booting her down below decks, “Too bad it just ran out.” Then, he began to inform everyone that they had all sold themselves into slavery. The sounds of the violent eruption traveled to their ship, followed by the screams of the goblins still trapped on the island. Then the screams stopped as if someone had shut a door and all that was left was the chilling silence of death.
Tink could do nothing but sink to her knees and stare off into space. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She was now completely and utterly alone with no idea what was going to happen to her.
“Go, child! Please, just go,” a man was saying, pushing a younger woman toward the boat.
“No! I can’t just leave you here t-to…I’m not leaving without you,” the woman started begging anyone who would listen, “Please? They’re my family…They’re good people! There’s plenty of room and we gave you more than enough Macaroons! Please?!”
“Either you goblin up and save your own skin or you stay on the dock. Those are your choices, Lady,” the minion turned his back on her, beginning to close down the ship to prepare for departure, “And, I am NOT going to wait until I see lava before I leave your ass here.”
“I’m not leaving without my family! They’re all I have!! Ple—“
“TINKERFUSE WIZBANG BRASSBOLT, you have until the count of…” the woman’s voice began bellowing over everyone in that tone that only your mother has, but she faltered as she looked over her shoulder at the impending eruption. When she spoke again, it was with a pleading voice, “Tink, honey. Get on the ship. Please….”
“But, you’re going to…You’ll all be…”
“Dead? Yeah, but sweetheart, dying is just a part of living,” her mother told her. She spoke with a tone that said she’d accepted her fate, “We’ve lived our lives, and you’re just starting yours. Get on the boat, baby. Get to safety so that you can live the life we just did everything we possibly could to ensure you would have.”
“Mama…” Tink threw her arms around her mother’s neck, sobbing, “…I’m gonna miss you, mama.”
“I know,” her mother said, voice thick with tears, “I’m gonna miss you, too. But, this has to be done…and you know it.” When it came time for Tink to pull away, her mother clung to her, “You be a good girl now, alright? Don’t stay up too late. And, make sure you train hard.”
“I will,” Tink choked out. Her father stepped up behind her mother, joining in the hug.
“We’ll always be with you, Tink,” her mother told her and her father nodded in agreement, “And, we are very, very proud of the woman you’ve become.” They finally let their daughter go, her mother kissing her cheek and her father kissing her forehead. They both wore an expression of utmost bravery – they were being strong, so Tink would be, too.
Tink just nodded, backing away from her family. She looked at them for as long as she could stand before turning her back on them and holding her hand out toward the lackey. The boat started to leave and the he just smirked at her. She glared at him, then backed up and made a running leap for the boat. She’d jumped far enough, but her balance was too far back and she was about to fall off backwards. The lackey grabbed her by the neck of her dress and tossed her onto the deck.
“You are one lucky girl,” he said, booting her down below decks, “Too bad it just ran out.” Then, he began to inform everyone that they had all sold themselves into slavery. The sounds of the violent eruption traveled to their ship, followed by the screams of the goblins still trapped on the island. Then the screams stopped as if someone had shut a door and all that was left was the chilling silence of death.
Tink could do nothing but sink to her knees and stare off into space. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She was now completely and utterly alone with no idea what was going to happen to her.
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