Hello, I am new at the business of making CYOA's on any location, including this one, so if my choices for people are limited, if there is grammar errors or slight spelling errors please do not worry about them. As for the choices, there is always the option to write in your own choice, but depending on what it is I may or may not take majority votes, or I may use it at a later date. Most of all please at any point feel free to give feedback, for your feedback is my food. So without further ado I give you my first CYOA, Last of a Nobel Breed
Its bright...really bright, but it hurts so much...They really did a number on you didn't they? 'Ok....god...where am I now....' is all you can think as your body screams out in pain. You lay on the ground, of where you don't know for you were blasted through something dark, in the back of your head it feels soft, like grass or dirt most likely, but it could be a coffin for all you know. But that thought soon passes as your body screams out again, every fiber of your being wants you to curl up and just go into the blackness...
But then you hear something, it sounds like a voice, and its close.
“Mistress, are you sure it crashed here?” everything is so muffled, but that sounds female, calm.
“I'm Positive Sa- Oh, there it is!” You think your head must be covered in dirt or something, but that one sounded young, refined, almost like its older then it appears.
Its quiet again, you wonder if those voices left, but then you realize that your personal bubble has been entered although you don't know how, then more sound enters your ears...
“It looks dead Mistress, must have died on impact...Although it doesn't look like it came from the village”
You wonder what she is talking about, this calm voice, 'Village? Those things exist still? Must have been a hell of a blow, I probably hit my head too hard or something...' then you feel something pull on one of your wings as it commented.
“Looks to be metal, but I can't tell what kind Mistress.” the calm voice again, its really close, she must have bent down from the sound of it, but then the other voice, what you assume to be the 'Mistress' speaks again, sounding slightly bored.
“Whatever it is, it destroyed the lawn” then a slight laugh, controlled like some internal joke had just happened “Although it did make a wonderful light show as it crashed, whatever it is.”
You wonder what these two voices are talking about. You try to think back and hit a blank spot, a first for you, but before you have time to probe it the calm voice speaks again.
“Well, it appears dead Milady, I'm going to move it into the forest, let the youkai clean up the mess” Almost sounds like she doesn't care, like these things happen all the time.
Youkai? Aren’t they supposed to be non-existent in this day and age? 'Then again, what am I? My kind isn't supposed to exist anymore' you mentally chuckle before you realize that the idea of being left in the forest, youkai or not would end very badly for you, so you...