Chapter 7: Chapter 6: Attemptation
Day 1:
A spear drew a crescent arc along the empty air, whistling all the while. Swing after swing, the whistling intensified, rising ever further until-
Pang!
Another weapon was reduced to rubble in Bie's hands, the shaft cracking underneath the weight of his digits. A cerulean hand brought forth yet another instrument waiting to be cracked and shattered by the enthused boy. With an axe in hand, he shifted his weight intermittently from left to right whilst swinging, hewing the space to his front.
It didn't take even a minute for it to break, and it was shorter still for Bie to grasp another weapon tightly in his palms. With bated breaths his feet traced a path along the ground, following the gigantic footsteps engraved in the hard rock. Hopping from one imprint to another, as if he were a monkey chasing after a banana, a soft grin was etched on his face as his eyes drew topaz beams as he made his movements.
Unbeknownst to the two undead underneath the earthen layer, the days started passing quickly.
Day 2:
"So yer hobbies right now are breaking everything I make, and crafting outfits, hm?" Amitha stood up from her hunkered position and leaned against the cavern's nearest wall. With eyes focused on the sword in hand, the two never once exchanged gazes.
"Yep! I think I'm getting better?" A cheery voice entered Amitha's ears, just as fleeting as the weapons' apparent durability in Bie's hands. Amitha had given up on merely handing him the weapons and took to carving them directly in front of him. Her eyes glazed over as she softly shook her head, murmuring quietly to herself.
Cracks were forming along the blade as Bie voraciously flailed his arms, pointing towards the sky and then aiming straight ahead. With each advance and parry he practiced alone, the sword was showing various signs of disrepair, as if it had gone through multiple wars in mere seconds. As it broke, the boy had an unflinching expression and sat down, contemplative.
Amitha just kept shaking her head, extending her hand out and designing another weapon out of a freshly knocked down stalactite.
Day 3:
Bie was in the middle of a break, pushing and pulling rhythmically for a short while until a white tie laid in front of him. His eyes gleamed in satisfaction, the yellow gem-like sheen resembling a polished stone carved into crescent moons. Fiddling around with the tie, he stared across the table, his eyes firmly landing on the rips and tears in Amitha's roughly sewn garments.
"Why aren't you wearing what I made for you, miss Amitha? I put a lot of effort into it?" His eyes transformed into a piercing glare, the happiness in them prior disappearing like clouds after a heavy downpour. The woman in turn spat out the green substance in the cup she was drinking from, her antennae suddenly shooting up.
His gaze was covered in green, obscured by the minty liquid. The purple lips were twitching in annoyance as his face was a blank slate, his eyebrows not even bothering to scrunch up. Amitha reached out a hand and pushed down the liquid on his eyes, revealing a frosty glare.
"Lookie here, mister Bie. It doesn't look...like something I'd even wear. I'm flattered n' all, but yer gesture is wasted on me, kay?" A sheepish grin crept along her face and reached her eyes, her countenance squirming. She had the appearance of a fish on a grill, the way she kept tossing and turning in her seat.
Bie pursed his lips and sat there, crossing his little arms and looking very displeased.
Day 4:
Every slash or swoop or pierce resulted in a broken weapon that day. The normally still chest pf the boy was heaving, though a smile was still etched on his face. The smile didn't reach his eyes, however.
Although she didn't find the boy who couldn't even reach past her waist in height scary per se, she was a bit uncomfortable at the passive aggressiveness he displayed. Especially since it was a favor that he had done for her...
The empty caverns filled her vision at this moment, the yawning tunnels stretching beyond into barely visible nothingness. The glowing moss on the stalactites were not very luminous, to which she couldn't complain much about. There was nothing but rock for miles, anyways. Her gaze made its way back to the frenzied boy, quickly grabbing weapons from a pile behind him as he commenced the widescale utensil slaughter.
She had two ideas, one about how to train him further, and the other about the texture of the clothes she received. She made her way into the hut, slowly stroking her rightmost antenna as it wiggled.
Day 5:
The smile of a cherub was brilliantly illuminating the world around her, as an overjoyed baby blue face gave her a thumbs up with one hand whilst smashing a hammer in the other. Amitha revealed a sharp shark-like grin and returned the gesture, making her way to the wall she had been repeatedly leaning against the last few days.
Funnily enough, an Amitha shaped imprint hung along the specific spot she leaned on, while a characteristic heap of stone fragments filled the places Bie either was or had once been. Interestingly enough, Bie showed superb coordination and could do the movements she had demonstrated almost a week ago near perfectly now. Amitha pondered over the prospects of his talent.
'He can swing a sword, sure...but it's still off. And, although he's quite good at replication, the darned application sucks. Imagine a sword saint that can only swing his sword once, ha!'
She broke out in an uproarious laughter, the tyrannical sound bouncing against the earthen walls. Bie laughed along with her, although his voice was overshadowed by the sheer volume Amitha produced. They spent the rest of the day laughing all the while.
Day 6:
"Hey, hey! Amitha, what's that smell?" Before him laid a giant cauldron, his fingers grasping the rim as he stood on tiptoed feet, peering into the large opening. A brown liquid with darker brown chunks flowed within, bumping against the constraints of the pot as it simmered.
"This, dear childe, is called: food. Yer prolly amazed right now, aren't ya? Smells of life, don't it?"
"What do you mean, 'it smells like life'? What does that even mean?" Amitha shook her head at this, stirring the cauldron with a large stone spoon. With a glimmer in her eyes, she scooped up some of the broth and shoved it into Bie's mouth.
"Taste it. Yer like me, an undead, so yer gonna understand. Although Gems of the Dead are a bit strange compared to other deadies, we do long for life just like they do. The lifeforce contained in food makes it extra good fer our bodies, and the taste is to DIE for! Gahaha!"
A gentle flavor assaulted Bie's tongue as streams of energy caused his still blood to start rushing. A fervid desire to taste more made itself known in Bie's mind, as he stared up at Amitha rather respectfully. With hands outstretched and held together, and a depression in the middle, the black strands of his straight bob curled in joy. "Give me more, kay? Please?"
"Get a bowl ya idiot. Hurry on!"
The sixth day passed just like that. As the seemed to grow closer and warmed up to each other, they both held separate anticipations for tomorrow.
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