Falling Hearts Like Wishing Stars
Aug 12, 2014 17:36:43 GMT -8
Post by clouds just clouds on Aug 12, 2014 17:36:43 GMT -8
The sun bore down on the land, fully weighing on him because there was little to no cover by trees next to the gorge. From where he stood, he could hear the powerful rush of the water that cut between the two sister islands. Percy leaned against the staff he held. Others would consider this a dangerous job, and even more daring because he did it alone, but Percy found it quite... silent, usually. Especially this part, where there was no bridge between the two lands.
Only the roar of the water was there to accompany him. Or so he thought. The bushes shook and gave away to show him. Rafferty. Ugh, why today? I was just enjoying the silence. Percival's gaze slid over to Rafferty's smug look as he emerged, five others following him. Always even. "At least he isn't talking to himself this time."
Percival rolled his eyes and looked towards the gorge. "What do you want? Can't you find the decency of not bothering me while I'm here?" He slyly glanced back towards Rafferty. "Or is it because you're so bored, sitting at home? I mean, if you would get a job, then maybe you wouldn't bother me. Oh..." Percival gave a fake-sympathetic look towards Rafferty. "Too bad, no one will higher you, will they?"
Anger twisted Rafferty's face and he was in front of Percival in a few moments, aiming a punch towards his face. Percival flinched back and used the staff he was leaning on to slam it into Rafferty's knees. A grunt of pain left Rafferty and he threw himself forward, knocking his body into Percival's. The others soon crowded around, shouting and chanting words that mashed together. The two rolled, and twisted. Percival was gaining the upper hand.
That's when the others dove in. It took three of them to hold up Percival so that he couldn't squirm out of their reach. Dirt covered his clothes and himself. Breathing hard, he glanced to the side and realized how close they had come to the edge. "Look at this." Rafferty stood, breathing as hard as Percival. He had more bruises and cuts than Percival. He even had blood in his mouth. A glop of saliva mixed with blood spat from Rafferty's mouth and plopped right onto Percival's nose. The hot glob tracked down Percival's cheek. The others let out "ews" and laughed.
Percival moved his head and wiped his cheek against one of those that were holding him. That resulted in a punch that knocked his head back and made the world spin. Anger twisted his stomach, and Percy waited for the world to stop trembling. A war cry left his mouth, and he reached out, kicking Rafferty hard below the belt. A scream of pain left Rafferty and he fell, holding his jewels.
The others acted upon this. Percival slammed his elbow into the naascha behind him, successfully breaking her nose, and then he slammed the heel of his foot down on one of the navajos. He twisted, wrapping an arm around the navajo and slamming his knee into his gut.
Stumbling backwards, he threw a wild punch towards someone else who had swung near him. Rafferty had picked up the weapon, still crippled by pain but driving himself forward to hit Percival. Ducking down, Percy dodged one swing, he stepped back to avoid the other, and then again, just nearly missed getting hit.
The back of his heel slipped. Percival's stomach jumped up into his throat. He was on the edge of the gorge. Suddenly, all the anger vanished from all their faces. Pure fear filled Percival's eyes, but he felt it. He was falling backwards. "Perc-" Rafferty shouted, but it was two late. The edge of the gorge rose up and swallowed all of them, as Percival fell.
In the air, Percival twisted. Even though he knew his end was coming, he couldn't find his voice to scream. The water hit, powerful. It grabbed him and twisted him. Percival fought to stay near the surface, fighting to catch anything he could grab.
He was going to die.
Only the roar of the water was there to accompany him. Or so he thought. The bushes shook and gave away to show him. Rafferty. Ugh, why today? I was just enjoying the silence. Percival's gaze slid over to Rafferty's smug look as he emerged, five others following him. Always even. "At least he isn't talking to himself this time."
Percival rolled his eyes and looked towards the gorge. "What do you want? Can't you find the decency of not bothering me while I'm here?" He slyly glanced back towards Rafferty. "Or is it because you're so bored, sitting at home? I mean, if you would get a job, then maybe you wouldn't bother me. Oh..." Percival gave a fake-sympathetic look towards Rafferty. "Too bad, no one will higher you, will they?"
Anger twisted Rafferty's face and he was in front of Percival in a few moments, aiming a punch towards his face. Percival flinched back and used the staff he was leaning on to slam it into Rafferty's knees. A grunt of pain left Rafferty and he threw himself forward, knocking his body into Percival's. The others soon crowded around, shouting and chanting words that mashed together. The two rolled, and twisted. Percival was gaining the upper hand.
That's when the others dove in. It took three of them to hold up Percival so that he couldn't squirm out of their reach. Dirt covered his clothes and himself. Breathing hard, he glanced to the side and realized how close they had come to the edge. "Look at this." Rafferty stood, breathing as hard as Percival. He had more bruises and cuts than Percival. He even had blood in his mouth. A glop of saliva mixed with blood spat from Rafferty's mouth and plopped right onto Percival's nose. The hot glob tracked down Percival's cheek. The others let out "ews" and laughed.
Percival moved his head and wiped his cheek against one of those that were holding him. That resulted in a punch that knocked his head back and made the world spin. Anger twisted his stomach, and Percy waited for the world to stop trembling. A war cry left his mouth, and he reached out, kicking Rafferty hard below the belt. A scream of pain left Rafferty and he fell, holding his jewels.
The others acted upon this. Percival slammed his elbow into the naascha behind him, successfully breaking her nose, and then he slammed the heel of his foot down on one of the navajos. He twisted, wrapping an arm around the navajo and slamming his knee into his gut.
Stumbling backwards, he threw a wild punch towards someone else who had swung near him. Rafferty had picked up the weapon, still crippled by pain but driving himself forward to hit Percival. Ducking down, Percy dodged one swing, he stepped back to avoid the other, and then again, just nearly missed getting hit.
The back of his heel slipped. Percival's stomach jumped up into his throat. He was on the edge of the gorge. Suddenly, all the anger vanished from all their faces. Pure fear filled Percival's eyes, but he felt it. He was falling backwards. "Perc-" Rafferty shouted, but it was two late. The edge of the gorge rose up and swallowed all of them, as Percival fell.
In the air, Percival twisted. Even though he knew his end was coming, he couldn't find his voice to scream. The water hit, powerful. It grabbed him and twisted him. Percival fought to stay near the surface, fighting to catch anything he could grab.
He was going to die.