Entanglement: The Owl and the Butterfly + Starshot Chapter Eight Preview · 10:06pm Feb 26th, 2021
My upcoming Undertale fic and reboot of the Sky Trek series is coming along nicely, now called Owl and the Butterfly. Starshot is going a little more slowly since I'm making a few revisions, but it's still coming along. Just wanna say that holy shit does outlining your stories make writing a lot easier. Wish I had started doing that shit years ago.
Anyway, without further ado, here's two previews.
Owl and the Butterfly
Warning sirens pierced the afternoon, their high pitched wails echoing throughout the city. Frisk nearly cried out from the shock of hearing them. Apparently, she wasn't the only one caught off guard, either. Pedestrians, horse-drawn carriages, and increasingly prevalent 'automobiles' rolled to a stop, bringing an eerie calm to a once busy street.
This lasted only a brief moment. Then came the gradual build-up of panicked, confused chatter of those around her.
"W-What's going on? Is this a drill?"
"No, no that can't be. Just got done reading the paper. None this month."
"They don't do surprise ones anymore, right?"
"Yeah… yeah. Not since the fire."
Frisk felt terrified. When even adults didn't know what was happening, it didn't bode well. And unfortunately, things were only about to get worse. For a moment later, a military jeep sped around a nearby corner, screeching to a halt right before rear-ending someone. As quickly as they had arrived, a soldier in the passenger seat stood up. He was somewhat older than most soldiers she had seen, with greying hair. He began to shout into a megaphone:
"Everyone! Off the streets! Off em' right now! Air attack! Air attack!"
Gasps of horror rang out like a nightmarish chorus. Screams, shouts, honking. What was previously a simple walk home from school for Frisk was now a chaotic overload of her senses. Everywhere, people were beginning panicked sprints off the main road, leaving everything behind, even their expensive horseless carriages. The towering buildings around them were their destinations; the only decent places to hide, or at least that's what they were told.
Frisk, on the other hand, couldn't move if she wanted to. There were just too many people around. All she could do was stand there, shocked to her core, as the black shadows of dive bombers descended from fluffy white clouds hanging over the nearby bay…
The Great War that had once seemed so far away was now at their doorstep.
She snapped out of it, still panicked. Then, she found herself falling to the ground, pain shooting through her side. Someone must have accidentally kicked her in their desperate flight to shelter. She lay on her palms and knees, still feeling from the sudden blow. The crowds around her were starting to disperse, but she felt too weak to stand.
She heard nightmarish wails from above. The dive bombers must have been descending towards their targets, just like she had seen in the picture shows. Then, joining them, came the percussion of anti-aircraft fire. She was about to force herself to look up at the sight when suddenly, she felt herself being lifted up. Strong but gentle arms were throwing her over a shoulder. She caught a brief look at her savior beforehand: it was the officer with the megaphone.
“Hang on, kid, you’re gonna be alright.”
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Starshot
"I don't know what friends you speak of," Luna said to the Steward, trying her best to keep coy. She stood before her in the brig, the energy sheet flickering between the two. "We are as alone out here as we've ever been. Do you know something we do not?"
The Steward chuckled, her glowing smile turning into a smirk. "Nice try. Lying isn't in your nature, is it? You are, after all, a princess known for action, not deceit."
"Hm?" Luna mused.
The Steward grew serious.. "I know you've met the NLR. I know you've met Song. Even now, the former's stench wavers through your corridors. Unwashed, uncleansed. And as for Song… his subharmonic transmission wasn't so 'subharmonic' to everyone. Being merged with an umbral has benefits you could only dream of."
“Merged?” Luna said, glancing at her pensively. “So, you weren’t always as you are. These ‘umbral’... they can exist as separate entities, yes?”
“In a sense,” she said. “If you want to learn more, drop the games. Let’s talk candidly.”
Luna gave her a blank look. "Very well. Though what is it you want? Because my original stance stands: there will be no parley."
"I no longer desire information," the Steward said bluntly. "Though I do desire to live."
Luna raised an eyebrow. "We have no plans for an execution. Equestrians do not believe in capital punishment."
"It is not you whom I'm worried about," the Steward said. "It's the traitors. They will try to extradite me, you know. Especially since one of them… one of them has a very familiar stench."
"Who?" Luna asked.
"A traitor spawned from a traitor," she said. "You learned about what transpired aboard my ship via an engineer's logs, yes? That engineer had a name: Quarter Moon…"
A sudden jolt of dread washed through Luna. 'Oh no.'
The Steward glanced away from her. "And that engineer also had… a daughter.”
Here to make your day 'cuz why not
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Very intriguing glimpses of what's to come. Looking forward to it!
These are Very Cool, and I can't wait to read both. Also, the umbrum as they're mentioned here kinda remind me of the Goauld (idk where the apostrophe goes
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JAFFA! KREE!