Rogues

Episode 1 | Bismuth

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He sprinted through the forest, weaving through the trees and around the shrubbery. The ground felt almost soft beneath his bare feet.

He had less than a minute to get to the portal before it closed and left him behind. And if that happened, he'd never hear the end of it from the Council. Self-purging was a crime in ghoulish law, it was considered to undermine everything they'd done to improve the morality of the summoning process. But he didn't want to be summoned by a human, or for the use of any other creature. He just wanted his freedom.

Corson was an Air Infinity Ghoul, which was an extremely rare variation of the element. He had much more power than the regular Air ghouls: Gravity bending, mind warping, etc. Aspects that made him a clear target for the Council's experiments. He'd lived his whole life hiding his true colours, in fear that the Council was not above reverting back to their old habits and treating him the same way they had been know to treat Infinity Ghouls in the past.

His parents and siblings knew what he was and had all agreed to keep him safe from the Council as well as they could. He was sure they would understand his reasoning for leaving in such a secretive manor.

He'd considered trying to be put forward for the Ghost project before, but the thought of belonging to a group that worked so closely with the Council seemed like too much of a risk.

Corson continued his desperate sprint, the portal now in sight. It shimmered and glowed with an iridescent light, burning the blood it had been written in into sulfur. However, it seemed as though it could be flickering and, upon further inspection, the light did seem to be cutting out randomly.

He was running out of time.

The portal was going to close any second and he couldn't afford to miss it. He pushed through, ignoring the aching of his legs and giving everything he had to reach it in time.

At just a few paces away, he saw it finally giving out and the shear terror of being left behind overcame him. His instincts kicked in and he forced the breeze to carry him, his feet lifting of the ground.

Just as the light faded, he was thrown into it and felt the dizziness of the transportation flooding over him.

But, within a few seconds, he had been thrown into a cold environment. He caught himself with the breeze again, holding himself in place, suspended in the air. As the dizziness began to fade, he slowly allowed himself to glide down, his feet resting gently on the stone floor.

He shivered, the sensation of the new world becoming apparent and the cold atmosphere making goose bumps break out over his skin. Their dimension was much warmer than this. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the last few remnants of lingering dizziness before turning to observe his surroundings.

He was in a large stone cave, rays of light shining down from a small opening in the rock above. It was cold but surprisingly dry. The caves back home where always know to be damp with dew. His eyes skimmed over the strangely smooth walls, small cracks and bumps breaking up the sleek appearance in random places. The sound of running water reaches his ears in the same moment his nose picked up the scent of salt from one of the corners. Hesitantly stepping closer, he looked down at the strange pool-like bowl the dripping water from above had created. It seemed as though there was some sort of liquid stuck in a hollow space in the ceiling, the crack allowing small amounts to fall and erode the rock below into such a strange shape over time. He curiously dug at the stone around the crack, his claws causing small chips to come loose. Suddenly a large chunk of the rock broke of, hitting the ground and shattering as the built up water gushed out, falling into the bowl. He watched as it filled the gap, finally stopping just below the height of the rest of the floor as all the water had emptied out of the space above. There was still a steady drip coming from the ceiling, possibly from a river that ran along the surface which would explain the hollow space of water just below.