Monthly One-Word Prompts

An explosion shook the room, Tolkalee was hit by the blast and sent careening into stack of boxes. Some broke as he hit them, others fell on him. His dagger clattered to the ground across the room. As he tried to get up a box fell on his back knocking him down again. He groaned as he pushed himself up again. His ears were ringing, his head was pounding, he was exhausted, and he was wounded.
He scanned the warehouse for his opponents, they were gone. "Mimes," he hissed to himself. "Had to be mimes, couldn't be a giant, or an army, nope, it's mimes."
They'd been picking him apart for several minutes now. He had no warning, no indication of where they were coming from. They would just appear and he couldn't react fast enough. There were four of them, all silent killers. He would spot one and face it to make sure it couldn't catch him off guard, and one would appear behind him. He had several cuts on his back and arms, many bruises, and now a broken rib.
Something moved out of the corner of his eye. He turned and could see one of them moving like some sort of demon towards him. The movements weren't natural, stiff and jerky. Tolkalee's eyes widened as he realized that he'd turned to look at this one.
His crystal necklace flashed and began glowing, instantly time slowed. He turned and spotted the two lunging for him, they were frozen, but he wasn't. Tolkalee dodged out of their reach, and grabbed his dagger just as time returned to normal. The two that were lunging for him flew into the one that had caught his attention. Ha! That's what you get! he thought. Then he counted them, there were only three. Before he could turn a kick sent him flying through the air. He went through a window landing on the ground outside.
Rain was pouring on him now, he had mud along his left side, but he was on his feet again. The sun had gone down several hours ago, it was pitch black. Great, I already can't hear them at all, now I'll barely be ably to see them, he groaned inwardly. Despite himself he called out to them. "That all you got! Pathetic!"
Lightning flashed revealing all four of them standing just outside the warehouse. A moment later thunder deafened him.
Tolkalee gave a sigh, he'd been trying to avoid actually fighting them. He figured that it would be better to take a beating and get them without hurting them. Now he was thinking that he had no choice but to actually fight back. If this went on he'd end up dead, and these people, these mimes, had already slaughtered to many people, and they would kill more. They deserve to die he shook his head. No one deserves to die. It's just unavoidable sometimes. And this is one of those times.
Keeping his eyes on all four of his opponents, he swapped out his dagger for his short sword. They charged, scattering out around him. Tolkalee allowed time to slow again, not by much, just enough for him to be fast then them.
He ducked under one, as it lashed at his neck, and slit it's throat without a hesitation. It dropped like a rock, blood pooling around it's head. Tolkalee looked at the other three, they were staring at him, and the dead one at his feet. They almost looked confused, they had been winning, where had this sudden skill come from?
"Come on!" he challenged raising his voice above the pouring rain. "You wanted this fight!" he flicked his sword hard removing all the blood from it. They shared a look between themselves, as if deciding if they should attack or not. They must have decided to attack, because that's what they did. They didn't last very long. Tolkalee took down the second one, then the third. It took seconds, and the four was on the ground dead at Tolkalee's feet. He seemed to be standing in the middle of all four of them.
Demon Warrior something hissed in the back of his head. He shook his head, sending water droplets everywhere, sheathed his sword, and began walking away. Lightning flashed again, thunder followed not far behind, as he limped away. He was drenched, beaten, bloody, muddy, injured, exhausted, and cold. But the fight was over and he was headed home. Still on his feet.

There we go, I hope you like it. And if you would like to criticize it please do, I could use the criticism.

Thank you for the tip I'll make sure to remember that for the future.

I will have mine up later today or tomorrow.

Prompt: Sleep

The crystal-like dragonelle watched as her two chicks scampered around the cave, chasing one another, chirruping as they went. One of the chicks was crystal like, much like its mother, as the other was darker, not having such a crystalline look compared to its sibling, and slightly larger.
Rosaria Crystalwing, as was her name, kept an ever watchful eye. Her blue eyes landed upon the entrance, where a massive boulder currently blocked most of it, a precaution her mate put in place. The dragonelle's gaze shifted back down as she heard a soft cry. As she looked over, the larger of the chicks had pinned his smaller sibling under him. The crystal beast's eyes narrowed, releasing a rumble which caught the attention of both chicks.
"Nerius! Please be more careful of your little sister," her voice scolded.
The two dragon chicks both scuttled over to their mother, the larger one's tail tucked between his legs. The pair came to rest between their mother's paws, lifting up onto their hindlegs, pawing gently at her chest. The large dragonelle leaned her head down, the once angry rumble quieting down into a soft prrum. Small wisps of smoke seemingly escaped her nostrils, causing the small chick that resembled her to try and bat at it.
A soft chuckle came from Rosaria, "Alright little ones, it is time for your nap."
Hearing her voice, the chicks both instantly curled up into small balls in front of her, nestling close to her chest. Rosaria seemed to beam, her crystalline form seeming to shine despite the darkness of the cave. A smile crossed her muzzle as she looked downwards, continuing to prrum.
"Sleep…and dream my chicks. Dream of flying across vast skies, scouting open plains for prey. Sleep and dream of great forests filled with trees, mountains spanning the horizons. You will find many treasures, and bring them back to your own caves…"
Rosaria slowly lowered her head, being careful as she did, "When you wake, daddy will have brought you both something. Food and treasure for the little ones when they wake…"

This is a thing for Ship

She waited on the shore, watching the ship leave. The sun in her face, sinking into the water. A few clouds on the horizon and a light breeze shaking the beach grass. Her white dress trailed back, waving in the wind. Strands of her golden hair blowing in her face.
As the sun sank out of sight, so did the ship as it sail away, with white sails raised to the sky. The sky now a deep purple and growing darker, she did not move. A cold wind set in, now whipping across the shore, blowing sand into her face.
Her cheeks were stained with dry tears, and her eyes were a light dull gray. The ship continued without stopping, taking her heart with it. Darkness settled on the land, the moon covered back dark clouds that moved in. A woman came out and guided her off the shore and into a house.
Night came with no sleep. Wind howled, rain pounded, and waves crashed. Lightning illuminated the clouds, and thunder deafond her.
For days she sat at the window, and waited. Waited for her heart to return. The woman watched her solemnly, knowing an awful truth. One that she could not bring herself to share.
A misty morning arrived and a bell was sounded. She arose and raced out of the house. The woman watched her leave, tears rolling down her face.
Wind whipping her face, her feet pounding on the earth, her breathing out of her own control, she reached the dock. A ship had come into port. The mist was clearing, she could see the splintered wood, the scorch marks, and the white torn sails. Men were coming off the ship. Some were limping, some were fine, some were on stretchers, all looked dead inside. And many came in wooden beds, with silk lining. This wasn't the ship that she had watched leave, she realized with a heavy chest and a lump in her throat.
Dragging her sadness like an anchor she trailed back to the house. The woman was in her room with the door closed and locked. But even the closed door, couldn't hide the cries. The desperate, broken, agonizing cries, from a broken soul. A month went by, her heart and the ship had not made there return. A year, and still no sign.
She waited longer on the beach. Wading in the water, all the way up to her waist. The sun signaling high noon, and her eyes drifted to something coming over the horizon. A tiny shape at first, that slowly grew into a large shape. The same ship that she had watched leave, was limping across the slow moving waves, towards the port. Her ears didn't hear the sound of the sad bells that sounded through the ocean town. She stood there in the freezing water, watching it pull in. Unable to believe what she was seeing.
The once glorious ship, with golden bows, white sails, and the finest wood in all the land. The fasted ship in the sea. Was limping back slowly, with burned sails, broken rails, and a bow with a hole through it. It was halfway underwater.
An hour went by and she did not move, she seemed frozen by the water. A man with a shaved head, wearing a blue, red and white suit, shined shoes, and a white beret, approached her from the shore. He held a carefully folded cloth with red and white stripes, a blue corner and white stars.
His kind words didn't reach her as he handed it to her. Everything seemed to collapse in front of her. Her fingers slowly traced over the brilliant flag. And a fresh wave of pain engulfed her, a numbing pain that never went away. Her heart had gone down miles from her, in an unfamiliar ocean, surrounded by unfamiliar strangers. Never to be recovered again.
And she was left staring at the ship that had taken him. The man with her heart. Who had promised he would come to her sixteenth birthday. Was two hours to late. She was left alone on that shore, holding the only thing to remind a daughter, who's daddy would never come back, on a ship that did.

@Bandito Thanks, I wasn't sure about it cause I've never tried anything like this before. Should I do another one for the Waves prompt?

(Screw it, Imma write another thing anyway.)

Her name was Rosaleen Celine. Her hair was snow white, and her eyes were like that of little purple flowers. She was full of wonder and love. Love for the ocean, the plants, the animals, and all the people. Everyday she would go to her mother and ask. "Mummy, can I go on the boat today?" And everyday was the same answer.
"Maybe some other time, sweetheart."
She was innocent, and curious. Every day that the sun gleamed on the water, you could find her somewhere on the beach. Drawing little pictures of stars in the sand, making a sand castle, or collecting shells. Sometimes she would play in the water, or you could see her following a little hermit crab. It didn't matter what she was doing there was always some sort of mystery to it. People would ask her mother how she knew so many things, or why she had so much love for things. To which her mother would reply. "She was given and over abundance of love, and she will use none of it on herself."
They never seemed to understand. The little light shining so brightly in the dark world. Eventually her light began to spread. People knew her, and they loved her. The sea town slowly became alive in her light. You could her laughter and conversation, and children playing.
No one expected the sudden darkness that settled in. The bells went silent. The laughter stopped and the children no longer played. Miles out to sea was a ship. Rosaleen Celine was on that ship. So were the towns people. They were sleeping peacefully. Rosaleen Celine holding her mother close as they slept.
The waves were sad and slow. Splashing solemnly over each other. The clouds hung low, and dark, with the sun just below them, steadily sinking into the water.
The water was at a sad peacefulness, as it watched Rosaleen Celine sleeping beneath the water.

Put the pieces together. You know that the girl had always wanted to go onto the water. You also know that they all had to go out to sea and never made it to there destination. I also threw in the why part right at the end. With peacefulness. When is it usually the most peaceful? And what could have put all the people of the town on one boat?

(Are we still doing this?)

Cure:
Most of the city was quiet. No birds were singing. No cicadas chirped. There was no sign of life in this city. Tall skyscrapers stood through the whole city. The ocean splashed along one side. A desert surrounded the other. Only a light breeze could be heard. Dust layer the whole city. And then in the middle of the city a volley of gunshots went off. In the midst of a seemingly dead city, was chaos. Men shouting orders to each other, some screaming in anguish, others not moving.
"Garret, get that case out of here now! We'll cover you!" one man shouted to a man that held a silver case. There was a group of them all taking cover behind, chunks of concrete, that stuck up from the street, and cars, that no longer worked.
"I'm not leaving you behind here!" the man with the case, Garret, shouted back. He had his back pressed against a chunk of concrete. A barrage of bullets pelted it and the car the other man was behind.
"Garret if you don't get that case out of here now, we may never get that cure again!" the man behind that car shouted back at him. He twisted out of cover and shot several round back at their attackers, before ducking down again, as a volley of shots pelted the car. "Dammit Garret, get out of here, that's an order!"
"I can't just leave you and the other's to die here Doug!" Garret shouted.
Something small landed between them and rolled slightly to a halt. Doug looked at it once and jumped to his feet. "Grenade!" he snapped jumping back. Garret jumped up and ran with Doug as the grenade blew up. They both made it away from the blast range and pulled back to the rest of the group. "Garret this is an order, you get that thing out of here and back to HQ now!" He snapped as they slid behind a different car.
"Doug, first of all I, technically, out rank you, and second of all, I won't leave you here. You will get killed," Garret snapped.
"Garret, if you don't get that case to HQ we are all gonna die do you understand that?" Doug replied looking directly at Garret. They both wore matching uniforms. Light tan colored camouflage. "HQ can't get that cure to everyone if you don't get it to them first."
"You will all die if I leave," Garret argued.
"We'll die for nothing if you stay," Doug snapped. "Now go," he shoved Garret in the direction he needed to go. Garret stood for a moment looking at his team. "Go!." Shots flew past Garret snapping him out of his thoughts. He took a few steps back before turning on his heel and sprinting away from the firefight going on behind him.
The city eventually grew silent again. Not leaving a trace of having been disturbed. Out on the water just outside the city a jade green statue still stood. With cracks running down it and pieces broken off. She still stood signifying freedom and liberty, in a dead city.

Does this look good?

Possibly. If you want me to I can try it.

Okay, I'll give it a go, but I can't promise it'll be very good.

The air in the room became more tense. The room, with seats circling around in rows down to the ground, with the middle an empty space. That space taken by the presence of two people. The seats taken by close to a hundred people, all looking down at the two in the center of them. The meeting completely disrupted by their entrance. The two in the middle, a male and a female. The male, looking completely calm and collected, by the female who looked as if she were questioning why they were there. "Tolkalee, please explain what you mean one more time, because I do not believe any of us are tracking with you," a voice said somewhere from the people above them.
"Alright, but you'll need to pay careful attention," the male, Tolkalee, sighed. "We currently have most of our troops on the west side of the mountains, with only a fraction here in the forest. The enemy has their armies evenly split into four sections. They have one attacking the kingdom in the South, one part to the North of us, one part to the West side of the mountains with the majority of our armies, and the last part in the canyon. That canyon is where they are keeping all their supplies and where they train their people. It has the most people guarding it to. But we also have that rogue army running around causing problems that we have to watch out for. We currently are unable to locate them, due to them heading into the Eastern mountain range. However them being that way gives us a slight advantage. We can split the part of the army we have here into two parts and attack the army in the canyon. With one part going head on to attack the front and draw out those from the inside, creating enough chaos for the other part to get in and destroy a good chunk of their supplies. Make sense?"
There was a silence that followed for a brief moment letting the tension sit for what seemed like ages. "What you are saying is that we attack but don't attack while another part of the army we have here actually does attack?" someone asked from above.
"Yes that is exactly what I am saying," Tolkalee twisted around to look at whoever had spoken.
"That makes no sense," someone else spoke up. Then the girl standing next to Tolkalee sighed and let her gave travel the room.
"What he's saying is have one part of the army cause a diversion so the other part can come in and do damage," she explained impatiently.
"That's what I said," Tolkalee looked at her. "Isn't that what I said?" He looked around the room.
"That didn't sound anything like what you were saying," a woman stood up from her seat. Directly in front of the two people in the middle. "But I think a diversion could work in our favor. Would you like to get the troops ready Tolkalee?"
"It would be my pleasure," Tolkalee replied taking a bow before turning and leaving the room. The tension slowly dissipating.

Yeah, like I said it wouldn't be very good, but it's… something. So, viola!

@Bandito are you still gonna do a thing for the last two prompts?