Short Fiction: Arthur The Usemite

I am Arthur Ecmi, former soldier of the last surviving members of the Usemo clan. at a conviction I vex been ostracized from my once great empire. That is until I hatful acquire the Holy Magofre and restore my citizenship. And in that location it is only a quick foot locomote extinctdo from me, so why am I sc ard? I wear made it ag one(a)ness the goliaths un plug-ind and lead crimson managed to check in all in all(prenominal) the nigh Tezaks distracted. All I have to do is b prognosticate choke the Holy Magofre and I burn down subject to Usemo safety. I have already tainted my name, merely I must agree and clear my dirty deed by bringing stomach the Holy Magofre. solely before I accomplish my caper, permit me explain who I am and why I am here to do this daunting task.

Usemo was once a grand and diginified race. 50 of us once roamed stub, and believe me when I recount it, anything oer 30 is magnificent. Prat was our homeland, in which we used to boom bring come after forth and prosper. Our race was the most cultured and most worthy of mention and admiration from the new(prenominal) clans. Usemites, in general, was the most unique race surface of all of the others that lived on Prat. Usemites have fur binding their entire body, this way we can shield ourselves from the bitter fretfulness of temper. Although it would be nice to have our tails c everywhereed solely a infinitesimal bit. What is the most interesting quality astir(predicate) us is our size. We ar so miniscule comp ared to umpteen a(prenominal) other creatures. merely what we lack in size, we make up with acquaintance and numbers. Every adult Usemite is in the army (the kids are in boot camp and school), and incessantlyy soldier puts their life on the line to ensure our prosperity. Sometimes we have scouts go out and survey land to see if it is possible for us to smash our empire when our current urban center digests to be too small, (although on many another(prenominal) occasions they dont return because they are caught and/or killed). We have an uncanny keen thought of consultation and smell. Because of these attrisolelyes, Usemites have the perfect genetics to forgo the grea trial turn over portion for thriving. only when all of that changed that one fateful day.

I was at my outpost station in the safety on an alcove. I have to be quite honest; this is the only contend I bring toge in that respectd the army. I didnt fate to join so that I could go out and shin. Sure I knew how to fight, I had to put up with boot camp when I was a wee Art. How constantly, I was a nature fan by witnesst. It was only once in awhile that I had to intimidate a keen eye out for danger.

considerably now arent you well(p) the dutiful one. I had been dozing transfer and not paying attention again as usual. only if I was lucky this time, for it was only Hibocs. We were both green and couldnt handle all the tasks that our drill sergeant assigned us. However, ever since that rush, and even until now, we considered each other brothers.

Huh? Oh hey Hibocs. Didnt even name you sneak up on me, I said in a semi-confused state.

Hibocs chuckled, Just a question when do you ever listen me? Youre too busy daydreaming virtually living amongst the wilderness to even notice whats departure on in the real world. Replying calmly, yea I know, Im supposed to watching for danger, but since thither rarely is onemight as well observe nature in its beauty. A strange cry was overheard in the far distance at a wailing pitch.

Well you are lucky that I caught you or else of one of your superiorswait did you hear something? Yeah I am kind of luckyhuh? Yeah I heard something, but its belike nothing The said(prenominal) thunderous bellow pierced our eardrums a second time.

Oh nonot thatNOT THE DEMONS OF PRAT! Hibocs exclaimed.

The Demons of Prat are a force that no Usemite has lived to specialise roughly. They can make their comportment know and unknown. The Demons hate the Usemites, and when any Demon sees even a lone one, they perform a deranged ritual that treat the most evil minions to crush them and wipe it out. They send out the Tezaks to do us in. Tezaks are the creatures that Usemites all-around fear the most. oer 100 times our size, they range in color and variety. But we are able to identify them with a few features. near Tezaks have the same fur defense that all Usemites have, but the most unadorned that are common allow for all Tezaks are the antennae, the eyes, and the sounds they make. The multiple sonar antennae protruding from their face allow them to hear a case-by-case Usemitic whisper from a distance that outmatches ours. The eyes with night-vision-like ability cut the unlightedness like none other; able to give them exact pinpoint stance of anything they see. Finally, the cry of a Tezak is unmistakable due to its uncanniness to render a whole platoon immobile.

Hibocs quickly go sound the bell! They are calling the Tezaks upon us!! Dont take to tell me twice! He ran to the bell and drive outged on it repeatedly. It echoed with a deafen cry like a stampede of a molarity Tezaks. I looked down(a) at our city-folk, who were scampering around in makeup to prepare for the attack. The commanders gave out a quick speech to everyone and wherefore the entire Usemo population was hurried out one platoon afterward another. Whenever a solider stepped out of Usemo walls, we were already in Demon Territory. Everyone was personnel casualty to fight and give their life for this city if they had toeveryone except me. flush Hibocs had leave and joined his platoon right after the sounding. I remained in my post, s compassionated as ever. There was no way that I would take on a Tezak. I didnt care what would happen to me, or what punishment I would receive; Tezaks were known to EAT Usemites whole! Grab them by the tails and resume them up with their mighty handsalong with the razor-sharp claws that broaden their reach even greater distances. I was too panicky to even watch the bloodletting. Although I did mentally root for the supremacy of our forces, so I at least had them in flip teacher during the time that I huddled in the boxwood. Occasionally I peered over the edge to see what was happening. Every new spy depicted much and more than dead. Then with a few final cries of agonysilence came. Pure silenceso quiet that you would mentally hear the sounds of the souls rising from the bodies they once lived on through. Peering over my tower, I saw what was not a bloodbathbut a massacre of legions of good-natured Usemites. It seemed that the Tezaks didnt want to take the city, but reduce our numbers dramatically. I scampered down my tower (this was after of course I caught my breath from the fear) and walked on board the dead. I tried to discover some of the dying or woundedbut there were none to be engraft at all. Every Usemitic body that was on the ground was in their own pool of bloodI knew that I would have been one of these people had I not chickened out. And then I saw a gaffer assume in the distance. racetrack like crazy after the dying soldier, I agnise that it was Hibocs who was still alive. I held him in my tiny arms, not compassionate that he was coughing up blood.

Ar...arArthur? Youre alive? Oh Hibocs! clear me! I have failed the Usemo. I never fought the Tezaks, for I stayed in my watch tower huddled in a corner pretending like this was a bad dream. Hibocs tried to fight for a few last words, I forgive youIdont blame you forbeing scaredbut your cowardice will not go unnoticedyou haveno scarsyou will be punished I complied quickly, I understand, I will tell the remaining leaders of my cowardice. Iam the last leader alive, Hibocs forced a chuckle, forgive my masquerade beforebut I am the last leader who can give edictsand I have two final orders for you Oh anything for a adept I begged besides to hear him speak just for a few more minutes, please tell me what must I do. I order you to arrive at thethe Holy Magofrethat lay deep insidethe Demons lair. I exclaimed, The Holy Magofre?! The same Holy Magofre that many Usemites have ventured to obtain, and all have died hard? His words became more slurred, YesI want youto obtain thatonly then will yourcitizenship be returned Returned?wait are you saying, I questioned Hibocs even though I knew the answer.

Until youprove yourvaloryou arebanishedfrom UsemosafetyIm sorryfriendIm just doingmyj-j-job and then his eyelids shut, his head dropped to the side, and he spoke no more.

He lay there lifelessly in my arms. I didnt believe what task he wanted me to uptake. As a friend, I would do it in a heartbeat, but as a Usemite in their right mind, how could he expect me to slip by the Demons? They could easily summon a Tezak and it would appear right in front of me. From what I saw on the battlefield, not a single Tezak was even wounded! I looked ski binding at the city I was doomed to never return to until I holy my task. The door to the Usemo keep, I always felt safe and watertight until now. And here I stand in Demon territory. why couldnt you just join your platoon and die I thought, instead of cowering in fear. As I kept mumbling to myself I overheard a Tezak on patrol. Scampering around and raceway up many walls, I was able to hide on top of a large structure before it saw me. trance I was perched up here, I saw the entirety of Prat. It seemed to be intelligibly divided into four worlds. The Usemites lived in the world I was soon in. Filled with many thrones for the Demons to relax in and discuss government slightly the future of Prat, all while observing the random videos that illuminated from a giant box. This box seemed to attract the Demons and keep them null and void of the events in Prat. The Tezaks roamed mindlessly in no orderly fashion. Without an order, it made my task that much more difficult.

While I scoured Prat for possible hiding placesthere it was; The Holy Magofre! There it lay on top of a Demon type contraption. It was some sort of black chopine and a gray box-like ring that went behind the Holy Magofre. It radiated with a luminescent yellow none like anything else. So distinct in its brilliance, I felt myself drawn to it. I just wanted to grab it and hold it for all eternity.

I immovable to come up with a game plan. I knew that steal by the Demons is fairly easy, but the Tezaks are another stratum. I knew the strategies of my former crusaders: espionage. Run in, not be seen, realise what you need to get, and get out without being seen. Although it sounds simple, it is extremely unlikely that one will survive a Tezak encounter. They keep a ready eye on everything that goes on around them. I had to find some means of attracting their attention elsewhere.

I thought, Now if I can somehow bring their attentionoops! I had knocked over a colourise ball of fabricated wire near(a) me while surveying more hiding places. OH NO! Its exit to hit the Tezak! THUMP, it hit the Tezak square on the head. It put up some sort of a intensity to attack what fell on him, and in the process it became compound in it. It was trapped! My own stupidity trapped a Tezak! That was when it made its deafening cry.

MREAWWOOOOOO! It repeated this over and over and over again. Thats when more Tezaks came out of literally nowhere. Behind walls, supra alcoves, they removed themselves from their posts to save their fallen comradewait. They arent judgeing to save himin fact. They are trying to get mixed in the same wire as the first one did! This was too perfect of an opportunity to pass up. I step on it out of my hiding place and ran straight for the Holy Magofre. not a single Tezak noticed my breakthrough.



Even the Demons sat up from their thrones and tried to get the Tezaks free, but they couldnt get the voltaic pile undone that their own second-in-commands got them into.

And here I am, standing in front of this sacred relic. I am so close to it, all I have to do was go out and grab it, and I will be able to return to home a fallen hero. Just as I am astir(predicate) to secure my prize a sense of doubt overcame me.

Something is wrong heresomething is very wrong I thought, even though the Demons are far too engaged with their faithful Tezaks, there is still something very wrong with what is going on here. Looking closely at the apparatus, I notice that there was some kind of a trigger plagiarise attached to the box-ring. That trigger hooked appears to be attached to the political program that the relic sat on. I realize that if I achieve it or disturb it then I will probably be heard from the enemies.

A Tezak made its psychotic noises as the Demons freed him from his peril.

Oh no! I got to move quickly before I am seen! Shaking off all my fears, I back up from an angle to the Holy Magofre. If I can move swiftly enough, then I could be in and out and not have the device make my presence known. I stretched my muscles, and made a sprint that any Usemite would have been dashing of. I dive in the air, and in a slow-motion beau ideal I grabbed the Holy Magofre without touching the platform! For a split-second I came to believe that I was saved and freed of my banishment. Oh the joy and wonder of having that gorgeous artifact in my hands was implausible! SNAP! both(prenominal) the Demons and the Tezaks stopped what they were doing and turned to me, while I lay shriek in pain. My tailfluttered behind me and t squandererped the platform. The box-ring pinned my tail to the apparatus and because of it I was trapped. As I desperately tried to lift the ring off of my tail, and pull it from underneath it, the Tezaks slowly crept to me.

The mental image of Hibocs dying in my arms came to me. Until you prove your valor At first I thought it meant surviving the trial of acquiring the Holy Magofre. To be able to live through what all other Usemites before me had failed at and I almost succeeded. But now I think I understand what he was trying to tell me. He knew it was a suicide mission from the start. It wasnt approximately the fact that he wanted me dead. It was about proving myself that I could take upon a greater task than not a single Usemite would ever do. Under normal circumstances, there would be no way that I would do this to myself. seek my neck with the great chance I never come back alive, but when Hibocs death gave me the push I essential to succeed. It never was about the Holy Magofre all alongit was about my own fear that I needed to overcome.

Then one of the Demons finally spoke out at me. EEEEK! A cabbage!!! I thought Fluffy and her kitties got those damn mice a little while ago! Honey calm down, its only a mouse. Look, it has its tail stuck in the mousetrap that we set I try communicating back with them, but all that I can produce is Squeaksqueak! EEEK she jumped onto her throne and began to perform her dark ritual, kill it! Fluffy kill it! Apparently Fluffy was already on the prowl. Understanding that this was nothing more than a test of virtue and valor I took in a self-aggrandising breath, stuck out my chest, closed my eyes and awaited Fluffy to rip me to shreds.

Authors Note: Yes, Arthur Ecmi is nothing more than a mouse. All this time I led you to believe that this was a fantasy epic. But in reality it was nothing more than a mouses fib of two things: 1) Surviving an attack by a twain of cats.

2) Trying to get a piece of cheese.

There were clues passim the entire story that hinted to the ending. All of the names of everything in the story had some relation to the ending.

1) Arthur Ecmi: A nickname for Arthur is Art. Unscramble that and you get Rat. Ecmi is the word Mice Jumbled 2) Usemo: Jumbled version of Mouse.

2) Prat: Jumbled version of Trap.

3) Hibocs: Jumbled version of Bichos. Bichos is Spanish for Vermin and Tiny Beasts.

4) Tezaks: Take the singular form of it. You get Tezak. Unscramble it and you get Katze. Katze is German for Cat 5) Holy Magofre: fail the Holy part. Magofre is the jumbled version of Fromage. Fromage is French for Cheese.

The Demons (the humans in the story) on the other hand, had no jumbled version at all. However, there is a reason why I left them as Demons. If you were standing next to something whos foot could cover about 5 of yous, and had such a menacing hatred toward you, wouldnt you call them demonic or something along those lines? Descriptions of Arthur, the Tezaks, the mousetrap, the deranged ritual that the Demons performed, and the colored wire (which is none other than yarn). The ritual was that of someone get scared and freaking out at the sight of something that was disgusting in their minds. Other clues were the actions that Arthur and the other Usemites took in the story.

...our city-folk, who were scampering around... Scampering around and running up many walls Scampering is most often used when talking about rodents who are running around. Normal conversations about people running around mindlessly have phrases like chicken with its head cut off or something like that. Also, with the exception of the movies and books, how many people do you hear about that can run up walls? I hope I have fooled you all into believing a story that was well camoflauged until the end. Id like to hear your comments about my story and what I could do to make it better. convey you for reading it, for your shock and disbelief brings me great pleasure.

If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Orderessay



If you want to get a full essay, wisit our page: write my essay .