Other places I dwell;
There is a high chance that I will be making a PERMINATE MOVE to Sketchplace after the cleanup. I may still post random stuff on here very rarely.
Also, Bayline has been abandond
I’ll be gone from Sunday (the 12th) through Friday (the 17th) because I’ll be at an overnight camp that doesn’t allow electronics. They do allow sketchbooks though, so do excpect some doodles!
(They also have mules and a baby donkey there *begins fangirling*)
Now, you may be wondering;
“Kitty, why post this 2 months after it was written?”
Well, the awnser is because hopefully by now, I’ve made some progress with Bayline and had at least a few of the chapters published.
“Kitty, why did you delete this from the original book?”
Answer to that is: If you’ve read Bayline, you’ll notice that there are no perspective swaps, and the story remains in Crystals first person point of view the whole time. This scene, however, takes place in Red’s point of view, and switching perspectives for just a single paragraph in the whole book would be quite odd
Now, lets begin
* Franks 1st person P.O.V.
I open my eyes. I lay where I fell before, but the battle around me has slowed, almost stopped, I raise myself up onto my elbows and look around. Something feels different, Like I’m not the same person.
I notice that on a boulder a few feet in front of me, sits my mother. For a few moments, I just sit there with my mouth hanging open in shock, the slow battle in the background dancing behind me.
“Mom?” I finally manage to choke out, barely loud enough for her to hear.
There is a moment of silence. She wears the same clothes as that day, her blond hair pulled back in the same sloppy braid.
“Hello.” she finally answers. Her voice is calming, but strong exactly how I recall it through my burning memories. I blink.
“Does this mean… I’m…” I can’t even find the word. Do I truly want to know the answer?
“It depends. Almost, for now.” she says. Her back is facing me, like she refuses to look at me. Why?
“Then why are you here?” I ask. So many questions linger in my head, sided with a small panic.
“To see what you choose. I am just an observer, and should not have an impact on your decision.” she answers. “You have two choices; You can get up, come with me, and leave this wretched Earth behind-” her tone was harsh, most likely from the memories she carried from her past life. “or,” her voice softened “you can stay behind with your friends, and fight for what you believe in.”
There was a pause, and then she turned to look back at me, her blue eyes meeting mine; something that hadn’t happened in almost 10 years.
“I won’t be disappointed in you, Frank. You’ve fought hard.” she added after a few moments.
I thought; my scars, my missing eye, my painful memories- she was right, I had fought hard…
But not hard enough.
She turned back away, and I felt like she had seen my choice. I lay back down and took a deep breath before closing my eyes. Before I opened them again, and the battle around me resumed, I thought I heard her voice one last time.
“I will always love you, Frank. Be brave.”
Oh my my, Bayline… such a touchy topic. I don’t want any spoilers slipping out, but at the same time, that’s hard to do when there stuff that needs explaining.
1. I won’t be able to post Chapter 5 probably until next week…
It’s not that I don’t have the entire chapter written, it’s just that I have also been posting Bayline on my deviantArt, and Bayline has a strict schedule of being posted exactly at 4:00 pm every Tuesday. Since I will be in camp 9:00 – 4:00 everyday all week, I won’t be able to do this.
“But Kitty/Spot, you can just use the scheduled posting setting!”-
I could on WordPress, but it requires a paid membership on deviantArt, which I do not have.
However, it is possible to give another deviant (such as me) a free paid membership, and that would be greatly appreciated, if you ever have any spare cash. 😉
2. We are about to meet a new character that doesn’t entirely belong to me…
In fact, he doesn’t belong to me at all! 😄 I have simply altered his backstory to fit into the story. (There was a hint to his true owner in that sentence)
But, since he doesn’t belong to me, we run into the problem of how I’m going to give credit.
You see, the character appears first wearing a fake identity. His true identity isn’t revealed until sometime in chapter 18-20
So the choice I face is, should I;
A. Halt Bayline and write up until his true identity is revealed, then release all the chapters and give proper credit?
B. Say “[Character] doesn’t entirely belong to me.” Until his true identity is revealed, where I will give proper credit?
C. Change the plot and character and ultimately start from scratch? (This would pretty much ruin my purpose for even writing Bayline)
The question is there for you too answer! ~Kitty/Spot
I suddenly realized I was sweating, panting, and gripping the metal chair with all the strength in my hands.
“Here, drink this.” Abigale’s freckled face greeted me as I wiped my forehead. “Don’t worry, its just water.” She continued, handing me a plastic cup. I drank it all in one gulp, but my throat was still dry. My breathing began to slow back to a normal pace.
“The test has been known to have that effect on certain people.” She said. She rearranged some items on the table. From the way she spoke and acted, I guessed she came from Marine, however she dressed like a Mamlin.
“Soo…” She said walking back over to me, “Let’s take a look!”
I didn’t know what to expect under the fabric patch, I hadn’t seen any animal (besides the crows and the scaley-dog creature) in the test. I had also displayed both brave and generous behaviors during the test. I guess it’d be a surprise.
And it was. Nothing could have prepared me for the confusion and shock of when Abigale lifted the patch off my wrist, to reveal and ink stain of the scaley dog creature on my skin. In the image, the creature was lying down, and sat almost peacefully. However, one of its heads was raised and looked behind it, with its mouth open in a snarl.
“Oh no…” Abigale whispered.
“What, what is it?” I asked. Abigale was up and shoving her way through the pile on the table. Aigale was mumbling to herself worriedly.
“I don’t understand, what sector do I go to?” I continued asking. So many questions came in and out of my head.
“Whatever sector it is, it can’t be your home sector.” Abigale said. “They’ll find you if you go back.” Abigale seemed to be speaking some other language. Find me for what? Did i do something wrong? Did I fail the test?
Failing was possible, though few did. Some people had taken the test only to find that they didn’t fit any of the sectors, and simply had no valued attributes. They usually ended up serving in lower jobs if they were lucky, but most lived on the streets, struggling to survive.
“Oh no, you did anything but fail. You passed with flying colors!” Abigale said this with a smile on her face, “But, that means they’ll be after you. So we have to cover it.”
There she goes again. Who was going to catch me? If I passed “with flying colors” should I be able to go back to my home faction?
Abigale took a small jar of clear liquid and used a brush to dab it over my chosen.
“Wait what’s that fo- ow!” The liquid began to burn my skin, and two of the heads on my chosen disappeared, along with the scales.
Abigale opened the door to the next room, where I would join up with my new sector.
“Go to Mamlin.” She said. I almost couldn’t hear her over the chatter in the other room.
“But-” none of my questions had been answered.
Resentfully, I walked into the next room. It was much larger, and I felt like I had to swim my way through a sea of people to reach the tunnel under the Mamlin sign.
A new feeling in my chest, a mix of excitement, anxiousness, and confusion, told me that nothing would be the same in my life again.
I could feel that I wasn’t in the chair anymore, and that the ground beneath me was cold and hard.
“Here, grab my hand.” Someone said. It sounded like another girl. I reached up even though I couldn’t see, and the hand found me. The moment her skin touched mine, I was blinded by a bright light. After my eyes adjusted I looked around. I was in a Scalein farm field.
“Thank yo-“ My thanks was cut short as I looked back at the girl and realized it was me. The girl was me.
So that was what they meant when they said the test shows you who you really are. The girl- or, I,- was still smiling, as if I was pleased to see that I had helped someone.
“Come on!” She said, motioning me to follow her through a patch of knee-high grass. I got up and she started running, so I followed her without question. I chased myself through the field to the edge of a forest, and then, the girl disappeared, seemingly into thin air. The forest grew dark, and the green leaves on the trees turned brown and crimson as the ground beneath me turned to hard, dried mud.
Suddenly, a flock of crows flew through the trees, and I had to duck to avoid getting hit. Their hundreds of caws and squawks were followed by a loud roar from the direction they had come from, and then the ground shook. The forest fell silent, but the silence was broken by the crackling of snapping trees, being pushed over by some unseen creature. The snaps kept getting closer, and I readied myself for whatever was coming. I noticed something shiny on the ground, and bent down to quickly pick it up. It was a large, sharp shard of glass.
I looked back up, and noticed the creature was right in front of me, drool dripping from its fang. It was canine like in the fact that it had paws and stood on four legs, but the top side of its tail, its slopped back and the front of its legs were covered in scales, and it also had three canine heads. It was reddish–brown and its eyes glowed like magma. It was about three times taller than the trees around me.
Two of the creature’s heads growled, and the middle head was bent down. It snapped at me, but I dove to the side and dodged it. It tried to bite me once more, but I reached up and slashed across the face with the piece of glass. It yelped, and I realized I had cut across its eye. The other two heads began barking at me, and came at me. But I fought back, waving and stabbing with the glass.
I ran around to the front of its forearm, and slashed a large gash in its chest. A waterfall of blood oozed from the wound, and the monster gave a great howl before collapsing onto the ground. It whined in pain a few times before falling silent and still.
In the last few moments the creature stared up at me with a different look in its eyes.
It’s eyes closed.
I dropped the glass, blinked, and when I opened my eyes I was back in the chair.