Luis Omar Padilla
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Father, husband, graduate and gamer in that order. Jack of all trades and master of none.
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Lament of the Iceborne
Syndra's leisurely patrol of the town finally begins to come to an end after what seemed like an eternity. In reality, it had only been the standard patrol of eight hours, but in this sleepy town where nothing ever occurs and at night no less, it seemed to stretch on. A long loud bellowing song begins to fill the air. The horn of Alazais that sits atop the tallest tower of the keep above the surrounding farmland of the town of Light Tree, signals the approach of dawn. With this welcome sound, Syndra's mood suddenly shifts as it also signals the end of her patrol. She turns on her heels and begins to beeline it to her favorite spot. She should have just enough time to stop for a few minutes before she has to report back to the captain of the guard. As she trots by she is greeted on a few occasions by a few of the townspeople who unintentionally attempt to thwart her plans. She skirts by answering questions about the night watch almost absentmindedly. She didn’t have any time to spare to be accosted by the mundane. She rounds the corner of the nearby street at a trot and walks past the open wooden gate. She goes to rap on the door but before she can it is thrust open. “Syndra!” yells her most favorite person in the world. Syndra bends down and picks up the small child as she exclaims with equal glee, “Liz!”The small child no more than 5 years of age runs her fingers through Syndra's black hair and up to the points of her elven ears. Syndra responds in kind, running her fingers through Liz's blond hair and her round ears. The two touch foreheads for a moment of silence before Liz breaks it with a shout, “I have a gift for you!” “Close your eyes and hold out your hand”, Liz instructs. Syndra complies and holds out her hand but half-jokingly tries to open one eye. “No peeking”, Liz chastises her. Syndra shuts her eyes tightly until she hears the magic words. “Okay, open them!” Liz commands again. Syndra’s eyes fly open as she gazes down at her palm. In it sits a small handful of the daintiest marigold flowers Syndra had ever seen. “Do you like them?” Liz questions. Syndra hugs this bundle of joy tight as she whispers in her ear, “I love them”. Liz takes the bouquet and begins to place them behind Syndras’ and her ears. “Now we look the same”, she exclaims with a smile. Just then the door opens wider and Syndras heart begins to flutter. There standing in the doorway stood Michael. A handsome man with a full mustache and beard matching his blond short cut hair. His piercing green eyes and dark tan skin contrasting one another. He ushers Syndra in and gives her a warm and gentle hug. “It’s good to see you”, Michael says. He motions to the seat at the simple table and Syndra sits. “ Breakfast is ready and I know, I’ll keep it small.” “Wouldn’t want you getting in trouble for being late again”, he firmly said. Syndra sits and puts Liz down, who quickly scrambles into her own chair. The smell of fresh bacon and cooked egg caused Syndra's empty stomach to respond before she could. “Knew you’d be hungry after your shift”, Michael responded as he glanced over his shoulder at her, locking eyes for a moment. Syndra patted her belly and replied, “Well hopefully this time your cooking won’t make me sick”. This was an outright lie as Michael’s food was always tasty, but she enjoyed teasing him. His only response was a simple “Hah” as he began to distribute food. Syndra then spent the next several minutes in what her head was in heaven. Just her two favorite people in the world and her playing house. Maybe one day she could wake up to this rather than her dingy barracks she lamented. After a while, a long while Syndra sat up in a frenzy said her goodbyes, and bolted outside towards the keep. She was going to be in trouble for being late again, but it was worth it,she thought.
By Luis Omar Padilla4 years ago in Fiction
Just Desserts
Rowsalyne Deardonia had always loved her mother's chocolate cake. It was delicious, moist, had the right amount of frosting and it had the added bonus of being able to change your hair color for one day. She adored this as a child and would basically live by the minutes until she could change her hair color again. When she came of age she started attending the nearby academy. She was to train in military tactics and practice and learn a multitude of weapons. This incessant drilling bored her to no end as the drill instructor; an elven man of strict demeanor name Denaris, was always on her case about proper form. The only great part about the academy was that sometimes during the wee hours of the night the boys and girls in her garrison would gather around the glow of a friend’s light spell. Everyone would pool their contraband of snacks and drinks into one big pile. On One such occasion Rowsalyne had received a package in the mail for her birthday. A slice of chocolate cake magically disguised as boots by her mother. That night as everyone gathered around she had the brilliant idea to let the others taste her favorite cake. She watched with newfound glee as everyone’s hair around her changed color. Unfortunately , that gathering also ended with Denaris bursting into their domicile and seizing their horde.The next morning Rowsalyne sullenly walked to breakfast, her mood as grey as the sky. She noticed that a bunch of other students were running in a hurry to the commissary. She rushed forward as well to see what all the excitement was. As she pushed her small dwarven frame past the taller students a delightful sight greeted her eyes. She saw her drill sergeant sitting at the head table with the other instructors holding his head as regal as possible with a bright pink mane. Rowsalyne had found a new purpose in life that day. She would spread the gift of laughter with the world using her mothers delicious cake
By Luis Omar Padilla4 years ago in Fiction
Salvations' End. Top Story - July 2021.
The smell of the salty air, the sounds of waves crashing, and the warmth of the sun; that is where Pietro’s mind drifted. . His little girl Evangeline and his darling wife Sarah running back and forth in tandem with the waves. Memories of watching the sunset disappear and watching the night sky rise before returning home. A vision of a time that seemed to have occurred a lifetime ago. Looking around now all he saw was the dark clouds that never gave way to that beautiful radiant light. He shifted in his position and grimaced at the pain from his wound. He hated that incessant howling that, at first, had curdled his blood, however now just annoyed him. He glanced around in the distance and saw them moving back and forth ever so quickly and cautiously. There was no need for them to be worried as he hurled his gun into the pile of other useless wooden pieces, but they didn’t know that. He questioned all the choices he had made that had led him to this moment. To die in this dingy old barn. He sighed deeply, watching the chill materialize his breath, and began to let his mind fade.
By Luis Omar Padilla5 years ago in Fiction
The Ember Queen's Heart
Havanas had always dreamed of something more; a greater life than what she had. She wasn’t just unhappy with her life; she hated it. Her parents worked hard to provide and do what they could in the city. They took what jobs they could find in their district; which meant working menial labor and odd hours. They spent so much time away from home she barely knew them. Except for when they were home; then she only knew pain, whether it was verbal or physical, at some point it all started feeling the same. She knew that they took out their frustrations on her for the shit life that they were handed. Well, what can one expect when your parents are an interspecies couple? I mean how the hell did a dragolic end up with a human woman? How could they have a child that was born with dragon traits on one half of her body? Either way, her parents had to know that society was not going to be accepting of them and so they ended up in Rana. A city of outcasts and one of the last cities that still worshipped dragons and their ilk. Here they were sorted into districts based on their skill set and of course species. Havanas’s family would have been placed into the industrial district where her father could have been working with the great tinkerers. They could have had a decent two-story house and money to spend and all it would have required was leaving her mom to her own district; but no, her father had to be noble and stay with her mother instead. So, there Havanas was in the third district where you were either a drug dealer, a whore, or overworked and underpaid.
By Luis Omar Padilla5 years ago in Fiction
