Dear Mistborn,

[saint_attila]

A Strange Day
Part Two.

((I know the thread title is wrong. I don't know how to change it though. I was thinking of typing a different story before I decided to just write part two for this. Sorry.)

[saint_attila]

"He left me behind again." Mist growled as she stomped the ground. "Why does he always do this? He never spends time with me anymore." She stomped down the stairs leading out of the arena, her expression, though normally cute, was flushed red with anger. She reached the bottom and started to push through the crowds of Elderine towards the Collapsed Prison gate. "Well, he's got another thing coming. I'm going with him wheter he likes it or not." As she approached the Collapsed Prison gate, the guards standing watch stepped in front of her. "I'm sorry ma'am." One of them spoke. "But it is dangerous to go through Collapsed Prison right now. You see..." He trailed off as Mist shot him an angry glare and hurried through the gate. Nobody was able to stop an angry Mistborn.

Even on her way through Collapsed Prison, a place normally crawling with escaped convicts, torturers, vampire bats, and other unsightly beasties that were hell-bent on tearing you limb from limb, seemed empty. Even the monsters were afraid of this angry Cleric. Well, all except for one arrogant Karasian Arch Templar. As Mist approached the gate that lead into Concealed Prison, he decided to take a chance and attack her. He raised his staff up and mumbled a short incantation before loosing his most powerful spell. It shot towards her, faster than an arrow, and smote across her shield. Mist was not amused. She stared down the Templar as she gripped the handle of her Morgenstern, the same Morgenstern Saint had given to her as a gift several weeks ago.

The Templar soon realized the folly of his strike, and began to turn to flee, but was not quick enough. Mist was already on him, and smacked him in the head with her hammer, knocking him down to the ground. As he lay their, dazed, not knowing what was going on around him, only one thought passed through the Templar's mind. Never attack her again. And with that, he succumbed to a hammer induced sleep.

[saint_attila]

Mist stepped into the dank confines of the first floor of the Concealed Prison and looked around. Burning Skeletons at the entrance and a guillotine. What a poor taste in decorating. If she had more time, Mist would have explored more, to see what other poor decorating choices the interior designers made, but she was on a mission. Find her boyfriend and force him to spend time with her, like a girlfriend is supposed to.

Her search would not be a long one. "It's a Hammer, it's mine. Give it here!"
"No, I picked it up, I get to keep it!"
"Both of you shut up or I'll take it!"
"No, you can't have it! It's mine! I need it."

Not too far into the prison stood three adventurers. A Paladin, a Clever Fighter and an Enchanter. From the sound of their voices, she knew exactly who they were. With soft steps, Mist walked up behind Saint and took the hammer he was holding. "I think I will just take this then. Since you three cannot decide on an owner." And with that, Mist tucked the hammer into a spare belt loop and looked back at Saint.

He was dumbfounded. When did she get here? Had she heard the whole argument? Why had she come here? But most of all, why did she look so angry? Saint stammered for a moment, trying to think of something to say, to find the right words, but Mist beat him to it. "I'm here because I'm tired of you leaving me behind while you go off on your adventures. You care more about adventuring than you do me."

Saint couldn't respond, every time he began a sentence, the worlds jumbled together and never came out right. He tried so hard, to lose it all, but in the end, it didn't even matter. Finally, he managed to stutter out. "Umm, w-well, uhhh, w-why are you so, uhh, angry looking?" A nervous chuckle escaped from him while he took a step back. In all honesty, only at times like this was he ever truly scared for his life. He was sure Mist would kill him if he got her angry enough.

But before Mist could say anything, Volmont interrupted. "Look, the time for chatting will be later. Just let her come along with us, we could use the extra healer." Calm, cool and blunt, you could always leave it to Volmont to end a debate swiftly and get everything moving again. Saint nodded, though he was a little offended that Vol though he wasn't good enough to take care of the party on his own. But went along with it.

[saint_attila]

Mist was feeling rather happy at the moment. She was getting to spend time with her boyfriend, even if it was in a dank, creepy prison. And it seemed that volmont appreciated her being here. She walked alongside Saint, brushing his hand now and then with hers, beaming with joy, her small smile lit up the dank passageways. She was glad to be here, she wasn't going to get left behind again. Nope, not even Saint would be able to convince her to go back. She was here to stay.

While Mist was enjoying herself, Saint was worried out of his mind. Was she going to be alright? She wasn't going to do anything rash and get herself hurt was she? Was Mist going to end up getting lost? She had not been in Concealed Prison many times, she might not know the ways if they were separated. If he was able to, he would have asked her to go back to Elderine, where he knew she would be safe. But, he knew how headstrong she was at times. This was one of those times.

Saint started to speak up, wanting to tell her that he wanted her to return to a place of safety, when an earthquake rocked the prison. Bits of ceiling started to fall, threatening to crush them underneath. Volmont, Ganno and Saint all rushed forward into the nearest passageway, the one leading to the King Spider Maze just as the entrance to that passage collapsed. As the dust settled and sight returned, Mist could see that she was left alone on the other side. The trio of Saint, Volmont and Ganno were left in the King Spider Maze.

"Saint? Saint? Are you there?" Mist coughed, fanning away the last bits of dust and dirt from the air in front of her. But no one responded. "Volmont? Ganno? Can you hear me?" No response. A wave of greif washed over Mist as she ran over to the rubble. The passageway was completely blocked with massive amounts of rubble and dirt. But, it was not the rubble that she saw that saddened her, no. Wedged into the rubble by the handle, was a War Hammer. The same one that Saint carried at his hip. "Saint...." The shock was too much, Mist fell to her knees, trembling all over. "He's dead. He's dead, he's dead, he's dead." She kept repeating over and over as she put her head in her hands. The tears were flowing freely now, as she mourned the loss of her love. But wait, maybe he was still alive. There was always a possibility that he may still be alive.

Mist rose from her spot on the floor and yanked the hammer out of the rubble. She tossed it off to the side as she started trying to pull bits of rubble out. Small pieces, medium pieces, everything she could manage to budge was pulled out, but to no avail. Every time she removed a piece, it was replaced with an even bigger one. It was hopeless, she would never find a way to get to them.

[saint_attila]

"Uuhh, my head." Ganno groaned as he slowly picked himself up off the ground. The Clever Fighter was used to this kind of stuff, as Saint seemed to attract things like this. He scratched around for his, as Saint loved to call it, two-handed illegitimate child sword. The tip had been chipped off, making it useless for stabbing, but it was too large to use for stabbing anyway. His armor was a little dusty, though one of his leg plates had been dented. Other than that, he was alright.

"Vol, you there?" Ganno called out. "Saint?" No response to either. It seemed he was alone for now. But the sound of magic reached his ears, as well as someone's voice shouting. Ganno scrambled after the sounds as fast as his legs would carry him. "Guys, wait up. I'm on my way!" Ganno shouted as he ran through the maze. Within moments, he found Saint and Volmont fighting off a large group of King Spiders and Mini Jewel Keepers.

"Ganno, you made it just in time for the party." Volmont grunted as he loosed another ice nova on the mob of King Spiders. Ganno didn't waste any time. He leapt toward the mob and let out one of his most scalding mocks. "Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!!" He shouted as he kicked a few in the eyes. Volmont looked at Ganno in horror. He had just ticked all of them off. Now they were going to attack him. But Ganno wasn't stupid. He had a plan. As the Kings converged on him, he turned in a circle and brought his sword down the the ground. A massive explosion struck all the spiders, dazing them. As they stood helpless, Ganno and Vol worked quickly to pick apart their ranks till there were none left.

As the last spider fell, Ganno let his sword rest on his shoulder as he looked over the carnage, a ****y smile on his face. Not bad for just one taunt. Vol on the other hand, looked tired. He had used many spells during that confrontation, and he was paying for it. His head throbbed, and his limbs felt weak. He had retired to a corner where he could sit and rest. "Ganno, I thank you that you got here when you did. With Saint in the shape he is in, I don't think I could have held them off much longer." Ganno was not amused. "In his condition? What do you mean?" Ganno asked, looking around for Saint. "In fact, where is he?" As far as he knew, Saint had not made it through all the rubble and lay buried underneath it all.

"I'm over here." Saint rasped as he picked himself up off the ground. Most of his armor was caved in, and crimson liquid dripped out from the bottom of his torso piece. Saint's right arm, his hammer arm, hung limp at his side. It had been broken underneath a piece of fallen rubble. He stumbled over to Ganno and used his shoulder as a support. "Vol, where is Mist? Is she alright?" If anything had happened to her, he would never forgive himself. After all, he was the boyfriend and her Paladin in Shining Armor. He was supposed to take care of her and make sure she was safe. "Please, Vol, you gotta know where she is."

Vol shook his head in response. With a somber voice, Volmont said, "Saint, I don't think she made it through. I think she is trapped under the rubble." Needless to say, Saint did not take this news very well. He pushed himself off of Ganno and stumbled as fast as his crushed armor would allow him over to the pile of rubble. He discarded the battered remains of Splendor and started to dig through the rubble with his left hand. A futile attempt yes, but he had to try at least.

Volmont and Ganno watched from afar at Saint's desperate attempt to dig through all of the rubble. Ganno fidgeted and nudged Volmont with his elbow. "How did Saint get so beat up?" He asked, glancing back over at Saint. "I've never seen him that bad. Did those spiders get to him?"

[saint_attila]

Volmont let out a quick sigh as he watched Saint dig before beginning his story. "When I got up, Saint was fighting off some spiders with a rusty old mace he had found laying around somewhere. His armor was smashed in a bit then, but nothing worse than what we have seen before. But then, he managed to kill one of them. The other let out a horrible cry and knocked him back into a wall. He fell on his face then, and more of the ceiling fell. Part of it landed on his right arm and broke it, I would guess, since it just hangs limp right now." Vol stopped for a moment as he looked back over to Saint, who had stopped digging and had picked up Splendor once again. "That was when more of them appeared and when I started to fight. That is all I know." Ganno was quiet for a moment before replying with a soft grunt.

Saint stumbled over to the two and shook his head. "No hope of digging through. We'll have to get through the maze first. Vol and I have been in this maze a good deal, we should be able to find our way out easily." Saint paused for a moment to wipe the dirt and sweat from his brow. "I just hate that we are will have to get past the Queen Spiders. With my arm in this condition, I don't think I can heal very efficiently. I guess you guys will be without any major healing for a while. I have a few potions on me, I'll lend..." He stopped talking as he reached for the place that he normally carried his potions. Glass was embedded in his right thigh, and red and blue liquid stained the side of his pants. "Nevermind."

The three began their way through the king spider maze, Ganno at the front, Volmont in the middle and Saint hobbling through at the rear. Saint was only thinking of Mist though. Once they made it past the Queen spiders, he would have to make it back to the other side of the entrance. Maybe Mist had not been crushed underneath. She might just be waiting on the other side. Or, at least he liked to think that.

.....To be continued

[saint_attila]

And I end it right here this time.

You peoples know the drill by now.

Read, comment, praise me, hate me. Do whatever you want. I just hope you enjoy this story.

[autarchaurzel]

i'll take the hate option, i hate you that sucked, how dare you right such a story ... *cough* ... so as i was saying, good story though i would think it ended a bit quickly, what happens after? write more! D<

oh and btw, if all the hp/sp pots and been smashed into the leg, doesnt that make him the healthiest person in isya atm? XD

[saint_attila]

i'll take the hate option, i hate you that sucked, how dare you right such a story ... *cough* ... so as i was saying, good story though i would think it ended a bit quickly, what happens after? right more! D<

oh and btw, if all the hp/sp pots and been smashed into the leg, doesnt that make him the healthiest person in isya atm? XD

Aurzel, I'm offended by your typos. o.O

But I'm now confus. D; You love? Or hate?

-.- And I ended it quickly cause inspiration was fading. D: I blame the lack of Sweet Tea around my house.

And no, cause all that glass embedded in his hip negated all that. D:

[paksenarrion]

This story is even better then the other stories you have written (that i have read)... and i thought that was impossible. But ending it there is pure evil -.- you have to write more fast! I wanna know if I come and save the day ^^ (I can dream can't I?)

[autarchaurzel]

dammit thats the 2nd time i've made that dam right/write mistake =/
and i love, the hate was my evil side because you ended it quickly ^^

[saint_attila]

D; Ok, now I am not as confused.

I'm brainstorming on the next part though. Look for it in the future.

[power_ness]

Aurzel, I'm offended by your typos. o.O

Haha you're offended by HIS typos?(also the second write was spelled w.r.i.t.e. not right)
You should get an editor (like me :cool:)

let me get the typos you made:
"Ganno, I thank you that you got here when you did. With Saint in the shape he is in, I don't think I could have held them off much longer." Ganno was not amused. "In his condition? What do you mean?"
You should only use one of the two, otherwise it doesn't fit as well.

"Well, he's got another thing coming. I'm going with him wheter he likes it or not."
Spelled w-h-e-t-h-e-r not w-h-e-t-e-r

Saint nodded, though he was a little offended that Vol though he wasn't good enough to take care of the party on his own.
Spelled t-h-o-u-g-h-t

And it seemed that volmont appreciated her being here.
Shouldn't it be Volmort not volmort?

OK enough with my constructive criticism.

Nice story, I love how you added the actual real life things like you haven't in other stories, Saint being crushed by the rocks for example wouldn't have actually happened in-game.

Continue it for god's sake, you left it at the wrong place. Go buy some more Milo's sweet tea and continue it. :D

If you ever need an extra editor I'm here :)

[saint_attila]

Haha you're offended by HIS typos?(also the second write was spelled w.r.i.t.e. not right)
You should get an editor (like me :cool:)

let me get the typos you made:

You should only use one of the two, otherwise it doesn't fit as well.


Spelled w-h-e-t-h-e-r not w-h-e-t-e-r


Spelled t-h-o-u-g-h-t


Shouldn't it be Volmort not volmort?

OK enough with my constructive criticism.

Nice story, I love how you added the actual real life things like you haven't in other stories, Saint being crushed by the rocks for example wouldn't have actually happened in-game.

Continue it for god's sake, you left it at the wrong place. Go buy some more Milo's sweet tea and continue it. :D

If you ever need an extra editor I'm here :)

Intentional typos. :D

And his name is Volmont, not Volmort.

And in game his name is spelt volmont, but I have a hard time making sure his name is capitalized every time it is used, since I'm used to seeing it lower case.

And I would. But inspiration has waned for the moment.

But, I have something special planned for Mist. Mist + seeing Saint all beat up = Somebodeh dying.

-.- and plus, that was a joke when I said I was offended.

[power_ness]

haha, ok, and honest mistake about volmort/volmont :D

[saint_attila]

8D

Lawl......

[dj23re]

Lmao so funny

[dj23re]

ather is a big scammer i am warning everyone i nTeva to stya away seriously dnt belive a waord he says

[saint_attila]

o.O Dude.....ummm.....post that in the teva Forum?

Not in my fan-fic thread?

[power_ness]

o.o dude.....ummm.....post that in the teva forum?

Not in my fan-fic thread?

You do notice I make complete sense right?

:D complete sense, I totally agree with the last part btw :D

[saint_attila]

:D complete sense, I totally agree with the last part btw :D

x.x

*pokes*

j00 quote editor.

[power_ness]

x.x

*pokes*

Why are you poking me? And I'm kinda amazed you didn't realize I edited your quote last time, geez dude, are you blind? :D

oh yeah you know you can quote inside a quote? see? and againcool huh?

[saint_attila]

Why are you poking me? And I'm kinda amazed you didn't realize I edited your quote last time, geez dude, are you blind? :D

*keeps poking*

[autarchaurzel]

yay poke spam fest *pokes everyone*

[power_ness]

yay poke spam fest *pokes everyone*

Hey its between me and saint, *pokes autar out* that didn't count :D

Anyway, :D I love this topic... And hurry up with the continuation :D

[saint_attila]

You know, 'a lot' of people read my stories but why are you two the only ones that comment.

Like, a lot?

[power_ness]

You know, 'a lot' of people read my stories but why are you two the only ones that comment.

Like, a lot?

Cause you have a humor about you that makes us like to comment and see what response we'll get. :D

[power_ness]

oh and did that purposely say that 'a lot' of people read your stories, and we're the ones who comment 'a lot'?

and in the story...
You mention (in 5th comment) that he came upon saint and volmont fighting king spiders and mini jewel keepers, then later you say that as far as ganno knew that saint was buried beneath the rubble....
Might wanna rethink that :D

There was another thing I wanted to say, that I've seen soemwhere else and was wondering if that's where you got it, but I forgot what it was...

[paksenarrion]

*poke* hi random ppl! im boooored... im sitting in a bus on my way to see a theatre performance. Saint keep on writing or im gonna join your pokingfest!

[autarchaurzel]

because we're fun people saint XD

[power_ness]

because we're fun people saint XD

that too :cool:

[mandylynns]

cause most of us read like it read the comment and are laughing and foget to comment? with all the poke fests and pickignon each other lol.

[power_ness]

o.o major bump... XD

[badfury]

Neco ._.!!!!!