Zomft Darika is my first attempt at fun writing in years. The idea behind it was, “What would happen if I was put into my fantasy world?” Now it’s still in the works, but since it’s just for fun, I thought I’d share it on here. I’m in love with the idea of it, and I want to see how things go. I’ll put a little information about it with each post, and I’ll also answer any questions on it with anyone who asks. Anyway, here’s Zomft Darika
It had been a very odd day for Jay Hawshkins. He had woken up in a world of his own creation, chased around by a creature only he could have explained, stalked a character he made up, and somehow ended up in an apartment room that was connected to every time and character that Jay had thought up for the planet.
The boy sighed and rubbed his cheek after being slapped by Rain, his favourite Alter Chao. “Look YOU! I know you made all this. That’s why nothing can happen to you. Without you, You’re not allowed to leave here, understand?!” Jay looked to the side and grumbled under his breath. “Fine, but I’ll do everything I can to at least explore everything that goes on in here.”
Here was, of course Zomft Darika, the only place in all of Edge that existed in a paradoxical realm. It was more than just Edge. It contained all that Jay had created, yet there was so much more. Jay looked around the room. It was the best room he had ever been in; big, but not too big, and the walls were light green with blots of blue that made it look like someone had just tossed paint from the bucket right into the wall. The bed was the exact same way, perfect for his tastes. Everything about that place was perfect for Jay. The only problem was he couldn’t be Jay Hawshkins.
Rain sighed and twirled some chaos in her hand until a small card formed on her other hand. It looked exactly like Jay, yet it wasn’t like the mug shots that he was used to seeing on ID cards. “You’re going to be Rotric Torivrim. DON’T use your real name.” Jay sighed and looked over the card. It was as detailed as the cards he was used to seeing, yet it wasn’t from Earth. He knew that. “Troarvic…That’s the country…Wait…I’m in the biggest trade city in Edge?”
Rain shrugged gently. It was obvious that she wasn’t interested in the trivial facts of Edge, yet she was worried about Jay. “How…how did you know that I was the creator of Edge?” Rain tossed Jay’s driver’s license over to him along with an emblem drawn on a folded piece of paper. “Who else would have made this? You’re not from this world, yet you know about our symbols, our history. This apartment complex exists in everything…except your world, apparently. When people leave here, they forget about what’s all gone on. They’re back where they belong. I come back…because I made sure I wouldn’t forget. I wrote down my room number and I said to come back whenever I could.”
Jay wasn’t sure why Rain was telling him this, but he wasn’t going to simply put it off like it didn’t matter. He smiled and slowly shook his head. “Don’t worry, Rain. I’ll be sure I’m safe and I don’t leave this complex. I promise.”
With that, Rain nodded and left Jay. He looked down then back around his room. “This is…nice,” was all he could think to say about things. It was a whole new world to him, yet he knew everything about it…or he thought he did.
Just then, Jay heard clashing metal, and was instantly filled with glee. He quickly ran out of his room and followed the noise into the courtyard where he saw one of the first person he made for Edge fighting against himself of all people. “Roshetta?”
Both men looked over to Jay, their swords still pushing against one another. One Roshetta looked older, most likely in his mid-twenties, and his muscles actually existed while the other Roshetta was, at most, nineteen. Also, the older Roshetta’s sword didn’t have any chains. “Wait…” It was then that it hit him. This apartment wasn’t just for those who existed in Edge. It was for every one of Jay’s worlds, or at least his original characters. “How many other people’s characters lived here too?” Jay thought aloud.
The Roshetta’s went back to their spar, going clash for clash, swing for swing, against one another, the older simply a version he reformed for a role playing club that was based around a video game world that Jay loved. “So Hyrule characters are here too, but that means…”
Jay quickly turned around to see a small child with pure black hair and Jade green eyes. She wore a red and orange sun dress, and she was followed by a man with very curly curly hair. “Dawn…Kumar. Wow…This is…just wow.”
The girl simply smiled and waved to Jay then ran up to the older Roshetta and gave him a great big hug, knocking him over as the younger Roshetta laughed and shook his head. “Looks like it’s time for Daddy to take care of the little one.”
Dawn stuck out her tongue then nuzzled into Roshetta’s chest, happy to be with him, though in all honesty, she had probably only been away from him for an hour or two. “Mommy said that he had to go and get a few things.” Kumar nodded gently and smiled, walking away without having to say anything. He let Dawn do his talking. He acted…differently that Jay expected, but Jay wasn’t going to push any questions until the right time. Kumar was busy anyway. Jay let the man walk away, wondering how he was going to come back, since Rain had made it clear that people never had any memories of this place after they left.
He didn’t have time to think on that though. Dawn walked over to Jay and pulled out a plush from the bag that she carried with her everywhere. “Hello. This is Bomb!” The plush did indeed look like a bomb from the fictional world of Hyrule. Jay didn’t pay attention to the plush though. He was more focused on the bag. It was THE bag; the one Dawn’s mother had made for her. It held so much value to the little girl…but it was raggedy, worn, and it had patches all over it.
Jay slowly knelt down and smiled. “Hello Bomb. My name is J…I mean I’m Rotric. And who are you little girl?” He already knew who she was, what all she had gone through, yet he knew that he couldn’t reveal that. Jay had to live a lie, at least he had to most of the time. “I’m actually new around here though.” Dawn nodded and took Jay’s hand, pulling him over to the older Roshetta, the younger one already gone for the moment. “This is Wotwic…Wait…Rotric. Yeah. This is Rotric, and he’s just moved here, Daddy.” Roshetta nodded and gently handed Jay his broadsword. The moment it was in the boy’s hand, Jay and the sword, fell down to the ground, hitting it with a loud thud.
Roshetta laughed softly and gently pulled up the sword. “So you are as weak as you look. Good. I guess that Roshetta is weird even in his own land.” Jay groaned and slowly lifted himself back up then dusted the dirt from his clothes. “You could have just asked.”
Roshetta shrugged and sheathed his sword as Jay sighed, finally happy with how he looked for the time being. “Well,” Roshetta started. “How do you know me…or the other Roshetta?”
Jay was already found out…well sort of anyway. He thought for a moment then shrugged. “Rain told me to find you,” he lied. “She said that you’d be able to show me around here.” Roshetta nodded and picked up Dawn as Jay let out a slow sigh of relief. “This has been a very odd day indeed. I hope it gets at least a little easier from here.”
And that’s it. You have all of the part of Zomft Darika. The next part should be up later today.