See what happens when you’re late for a date. Your calendar misunderstood and made your date blind.

Look up punctuation. It makes things a lot easier to understand.

The chosen one and his adventuring party, but they’re his family, all twelve-ish of them.

“Did you see that Huwda?” Madartha says as we enter the clearing where they’re at. Arahite has already gutted the deer and, together with John who is somehow surprisingly wet, is carrying it towards us. Madartha looks excited though. “I spwit that wog in one hit!”

“I did! I also saw rain coming.” She says. I’m glad she loves her little sister. “Can you go grab it for me?”

“Otay!” She says as she sprints away to the other end of the clearing.

“So rain is coming?” Marcus says. “I knew it! The shower cast always makes a lot more water when it’s about to rain.”

My hot wife and I snicker when we hear that. Then I ask “John got in the way didn’t he?”

“Hey I was trying to put out the fire he started!”

“With a shield? Come on, you know that wouldn’t work.” John and Marcus are twins in case I haven’t told you. “Besides, everyone knows that a good wizard always cleans up his messes.”

“Oh yeah? What about this morning? I had to clean your breakfast off the wall.”

“Yeah well I had to—“

“Boys!” My wife said. Even with her stern face she still looks stunning!

“Arahite did you see a cave close by?” I asked.

“Yeah there’s one right over here behind you.” He said. I’m pretty sure he can sense the terrain around him magically. And the wildlife too.

In the cave the deer was skinned and quartered. Part of it was roasting on the fire, but most of it had been dehydrated by Marcus. Madartha was off to the side, in a sound suppression bubble, splitting more firewood. Hulda was helping Arahite wrap the dehydrated meat in hickory leaves. John was building a tanning frame, he must have found out we’d be here a while. Marcus was resting after draining his energies so far. And my smokin’ hot wife was tending to my injuries.

All in all I’m a happy man. I don’t know how long this adventure will take but I’m gonna bring up everyone coming with me to my super knockout of a wife again. Something is wrong with me.

“Hold still!” She says. “And stop touching me like that: now is not the time.”

“Marcus, have you learned how to dispel a curse?”

“No.” He said. “The master doesn’t want us learning about dark mana until we’ve mastered all the rules of the others.”

“Besides I don’t think a dispel will fix what’s wrong with you.” My wife said

“There’s a nice secluded spot if you go through that hole right there.” Hulda shuddered. I can’t imagine how hard it is to be able to see things in the future, and all around her. The secrets she discovers even one of them would disturb any adult but she’s seen dozens of them.

Presently my perfect figure wife finishes healing the gash in my side and says “There, that should keep you together.” Then she points at a hole in the wall. “That one?”

Hulda nods. And my wife with the grace of an eagle helps me up. We go through the hole and find what Hulda prophesied. “You name him ‘Lightcatcher’.”

Well my wife was right. I mean she’s always right, but she was especially right this time. Of course it wasn’t the curse that made me act that way! I was already in love with my wife. But I was excited to be able to spend some time with my wife sooner than I expected.

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“Look at you!” I know the voice. “Can you not even function without me?”

“Hallo, wife.” I slowly rise to my feet. “That old witch cursed me with his ‘world famous curse’.”

“I let you get a two day head start and you end up looking like this?” I finally pry my eyes open while she’s speaking. “It’s a good thing I brought the kids.”

“Yes it is good. I wouldn’t want to leave Marcus without supervision for more than an hour at a time. What with him using fireballs to cook his breakfast.” My wife is as beautiful today as the day I married her, even after having five kids. “And our little fury, Madartha, I bet she would shatter the mountain if we left her alone. Why did we ever put an axe in her hand?”

“The rain will start in twelve and a half minutes.” Hulda said, her voice always comforts me. “We need to find shelter before it hits, daddy. It will be a gully washer.”

“I guess I’ll take care of your wounds after we get a roof over our heads.” My wife glares at me. She must have been in the middle of something when my little prophetess told her I would be on death’s door. “Can you handle yourself while I round up the others?”

“Sure… I’ll see if I can locate some shelter. With Hulda’s help of course.” I know, even though she doesn’t talk like it, that deep down my wife loves me.

I watch as my wife walks away into the forest. Ooo, I should watch more often. Has she always been this good looking? “Well Hulda, do we make it to shelter in time?”

“I don’t know; it’s not coming to me. But I see a cave and a deer roasting on the fire.”

“Well I guess we don’t get a soft mat to sleep on tonight.” This pain in my shoulder would really like a soft place to sleep. “Well I guess we should go with mama.” She may have gone deeper into the woods than I expect. “HONEY, WE FIND A CAVE TONIGHT!”

“Okay, I’m not in to deep. I saw a ferumilia I wanted to grab.”

“Okay we’re coming.” I say before adding “Arahite gets a deer, you’ll probably have to leave it.”

“It’s pretty small, it won’t be too much for Madartha to carry.”

“I don’t think we make it before it rains.” I mutter to Hulda. She looks a little disturbed. “What is it?”

“We’re in the cave for a month.”

“Well the future will come sooner or later. But the rain is coming sooner.” I take her hand in my good hand. “Let’s see how big this ferumilia is.”

“You make a knife from it.”

“That’s pretty big!”

“No it’s a grade seven.”

“Woah, that’s pretty rare!”

“No, we grow a whole patch of them.”

“How? I thought they were wild bound.”

“Well they are growing—“

“There you are!” My wife says. Is it just me or is she getting more beautiful by the minute?

The unmistakable sound of Arahite’s horn comes flowing through the forest. It’s always had a peculiar divided sound.

“Well I guess we’ll go to him.” I said. “Do you see him and the others, Hulda?”

“Yeah they’re all together.” She says, then snickers.

Yes, I like this. Optimism is the way I roll.

Maybe later I’ll write my rendition for this prompt.

Edit: I finished it. Here it is if you want to read it.

I think you could use foot fingerprints instead. I’m pretty sure babies get their footprints recorded at birth. So you could identify them by footprint record.

I take it English isn’t your first language?

Some things I’ll point out: the first person singular subjective (“I”) is capitalized except in extremely informal situations; the first word of a sentence should be capitalized; also “a” or “an”, use “a” if the first letter of the next word is a consonant, use “an” if it’s a vowel, “h” is a special case though sometimes you’ll use “a” other times “an”.

These things will come with practice and experience. So keep practicing!😁👍

He was a young lad of about seventeen, on holiday after a particularly grueling year at the Lunar Royal Academy, when tragedy struck. His uncle, the only relative he had left, was murdered seconds before he arrived.

Now as heir to the estate of Vergas Ruthus, Servos had access to the financial records of his uncle. At first he couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary, but one day he remembered a passing remark from his uncle.

Quickly he found the document that could confirm his suspicions. After he presented his evidence to the detective in charge, Detective Messer Vendryl, they quickly called him in for questioning. Following is a transcript of the interrogation:

DET (Detective Vendryl): When you first met Ruthus senior what were the conditions of your employment?

SUS (prime suspect): What do you mean?

DET: Why were you hired over the other applicants?

SUS: I don’t understand, what does this have to do with Vergas’ murder?

DET: Quite a lot actually. I have here a record of a payment from him to you dated four Mainworld Days before your employment officially began. Do you care to read the amount for us?

SUS remains silent.

DET: Eighty-four thousand Daes! That’s a rather large amount to loan a total stranger don’t you think?

LWYR (attorney for the suspect): How is that relevant detective?

DET: On the memo line it says “loan for home purchase”. Yet in the land department records there’s no purchase within a whole moonth of that date in your name for any amount remotely close to that. There is a purchase for eight hundred Daes almost a year before, though. Now read this line.

SUS: “If I can get the job I’ll have access to the camera—“ what is this?

DET: This is a transcript of your communication with a well known interplanetary thief. Where you go into great detail about your plan to rob your prospective employer.

LWYR: Where did you get that?

DET: From the Worley Communication Solutions archives, here’s a copy of the warrant.

DET gives LWYR a document.

DET: This next transcript is from a moonth later. It says, among other things, how “the <redacted> won’t show me the feeds.” And “I’ll let you know if I find another way in.” But this next one is from him to you: “Don’t bother with that. Just transfer to me three hundred thousand Daes and I’ll let you off.”

DET leans in.

DET: I knew Vergas. If you had told him the truth he would have given you the money. But instead you wanted to steal money from a stranger.

SUS fidgets in his seat.

DET: I have here a record your financial accounts. And wouldn’t you know it matches perfectly with the amounts of several thefts all around the galaxy. So here’s the deal: you can confess to murdering Commodore Ruthus and we’ll put you in a secure prison where you’ll be safe. Or we can release you while we build a murder case against you; but inevitably someone will leak this information to the press who will publish it where those you stole from will read it. And you know some of them don’t care about trials and red tape. Either way I suggest you have your attorney notify your next of kin.

Well that’s all I’ve got. This was the only protagonist I’ve actually abandoned. However the inspiration he is from can be found here. I never got around to finishing it but I figured this would be a good way to wrap things up a bit.

Anyways come check out some of my other stories.

I never drink coffee! But there I was ordering an espresso.

While the barista made my drink I looked at my other shadow. Still there staring at me with a silly grin on its face. I gave up trying to describe it years ago. Because no matter how many times I told someone about it they always forgot about it. I’ve never seen it do anything: it just sits there. I touched it once; I’m not doing that again.

After I made sure the world hadn’t come to an end, frightening the thing away, I started looking around the room. A tall fellow is arguing with someone who seems to be his sister. Someone who could stand to lose a few pounds has three empty cups in front of him, I’ll bet he’s in between jobs right now. Over there on the opposite side of the room is is a young lady about my age, she’s nice looking, probably not the most beautiful person but I wouldn’t mind seeing her first thing in the morning. There’s a couple with a—

Wait! Did I see another unsharable familiar behind her? I did. She’s looking at it now. It’s a little different from mine: it has a pair of horns instead of antlers; it’s front legs have three elbows each instead of two; but the big difference is its fur, mine has the fir going backwards while its fur goes forwards.

I wonder if she can see my… creature. Now that I think about it her face looks more attractive than I thought. I like how she has her hair flowing down her back. I like how she doesn’t cover the scar on her cheek with a ton of makeup. I like the way she looks deep into my eyes. I—

Imma go talk to her. After a connection like that I’d be a fool not to.

“Hello!”

“Sit!”

“My name’s Henry.”

“Maria.”

“Are you single?” Why did I ask that? That’s too soon.

“Yes…”

“Do you see this thing following me?” That’s better.

“Uhhuh.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Sure!” She smiled, then said “if you were to die tonight, where do you think your soul would go?”

Well… I’ve met my soulmate!

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I don’t think this was a [WP]. Or even a [SP]. But I like your spirit.

One issue I noticed with this, if Murdoc’s leg was mangled enough potentially require amputation he would probably have lost a lot of blood already. So taking even more blood could be fatal.

Edit: forgot to mention that I found this story both entertaining and intellectually stimulating.