The Elixir of Life
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So, I'm assuming this is where I would post stories, so that's what I am doing. Sorry if this is the wrong forum.... it's the only writing board I see.
I'll update with new "chapters" as they are finished. Feel free to subscribe if you like the story and comment if you wish.
This story features Lapsus, who will have overly commissioned for her eventually. Lapsus
Part the First: Theft and Escape
The air in the woods was crisp and cool and thin twigs snapped ominously underfoot as a terrified young Kumos raced under gnarled, angry, tree branched. Black fur matted under the furled fingertip like appendages, but that didn't stop the frantic race.
Darkmatter bubble trailed behind as breath began to catch in the youngster's lungs.
This was it, she was sure to be apprehended. Her pursuers were relentless, howling in communication with each other as they dogged her every step.
It had been foolish to stand up against the Hounds of Heaven, to steal the Elixir of Souls. The pay that had been dangled in front of her face had been far too much to resist. Not only would she have enough currency to fund an entire afterlife, she would have the fame and prestige of being the only creature in the afterlife to have stolen from the Graces on High.
Not that it was doing her any good right now.
No, now the Hounds had her scent. The only thing that could save her would be to use the Elixir... but she would forfeit her pay and get her on the bad side of a creature that no one wanted to double cross.
Drinking the Elixir would permanently change the body to perfectly match the soul that was within. It was a inexact science, while most felt they were beautiful on the inside, the Elixir saw the truth. It was a coveted and dangerous privilege, being allowed to drink the Elixir.
The Mightiest of the Graces had repeatedly denied her buyer access to such an event.
Which is how the best thief in the galaxy found herself hurling headlong away from danger, weighing up her options.
The swift Kumos loved being Darkmatter. She didn't need to stand out by being unique. She knew her soul was twisted.
But the Elixir could change her scent.
It could possibly save her.
Leaping up branches, the Kumos began fleeing through the treetops, the wails behind her never swaying. Pausing at the top of a particularly ghastly tree, she panted as she twisted the cork out of the Elixir, downing the concoction and praying it would work.