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Post by neline on Jan 4, 2013 19:02:54 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]Okay, I SWEAR this is the last story I'm putting up! ;D Three is more than enough for me to be updating! This one, however, is different. It has more of a whimsical side to it... I hope you enjoy! Neline [/shadow] A soft breeze drifted through the trees, causing soft rustling sounds to float down from the green canopy. A young woman skipped through the underbrush on small, silent feet. Birds sung songs of love and lust from above, proving the fact that it was spring. Flowers burst from their buds and bloomed in rich colours, forcing their way into the warm humid air. The scent of sweet honey made its way through the air, creating the illusion that all was right in this world... The girl kept her journey onward, and seemed to dance at the same time. Disappearing again without a trace, she was never seen again in that nook of the woods, not until many years later when she would return to find all that she’d loved aged and weary. This young woman’s return from another world caused many a human to believe it was the work of witch-craft, which indeed it was, to a certain extent. Her time in the Nether had changed her very soul, and her physical appearance, though to herself, these changes were not visible. As a result, she became shunned, and overlooked. The woman began to turn to her inner workings, knowing that even in this world, magic could be used. It was just harder to reach. In her haste to reach her magic, she grew desperate and angry, full of hate. Her heart turned black as the night, and her mind became a dark shadow of what had once been, and all that was beautiful about her shriveled, and dried up. Eventually, however, she did receive powers, albeit in a very different way as she would have first tried. The woman became powerful, and soon she began to take over the accompanying lands, naming herself Queen. At first, as part of her façade, the people were happy to let a beautiful lady rule them and care for the land. As Time would have it, however, the people soon discovered that this Queen was not all that she seemed to be. The woman became known as “Queen Viviane, Sorceress of Black Magic.” All who tried to defeat her were murdered, or worse. Amidst this terrible tragedy, two children of a later generation were born, both under the same day and hour, but four years apart. The eldest, a boy with blonde hair and striking blue eyes, would grow to be a strong Knight, and follower of Queen Viviane. The youngest, a girl with elven ears, waist length black hair and piercing green eyes, would grow to be the saviour of her kingdom. In early years, these two children would become friends, until the boy was captured, and taught the ways of the queen. The girl would soon be on her own, learning what she could from fellow cousins of the forest surrounding the poisoned lands. This is their story...
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Jan 4, 2013 21:04:04 GMT -5
I love this! So fairytale! Please update this one soon (and your others haha) because ... uh, because it's awesome!
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Post by celticbear on Jan 4, 2013 21:46:08 GMT -5
Neline! nothing I like better than I CT Fairy Tale! Especially when My Keith is the Star!
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Post by neline on Jan 4, 2013 23:44:29 GMT -5
CHAPTER ONE Arisiaj made her way to the market, careful to not get trampled by older, larger humans on the street. She needed to get to the medicine cart, for her mother had fallen very ill. The girl was small, with waist length black hair, and green eyes. Her innocent looks betrayed her age, for she was almost seventeen years of age, and she was not as helpless as she would seem. Everywhere Arisiaj went, she observed escape routes, and objects that she could use to her advantage should she ever be attacked. The knife in her knee-high leather boots was a small comfort as well. The girl made her way to the medicine woman and asked her for a remedy for her mother’s illness. The old woman pointed out a small pouch of herbs, saying the price at the same time. Even with the high price, Arisiaj knew that the outcome of the herbs would be well worth the money, so she paid the expense and left for home again. She arrived at the little cottage just after the fiery sun had set on the horizon, creating an illusion of blood on everything she looked at. Opening the door, she swiftly made her way to her mother’s sickbed. She took out the pouch filled with leaves, finding that there were only a precious few inside. She’d been ripped off as to the price as well as the quantity. Arisiaj would have to go back to the market the next day. The young woman soaked the leaves in a small brewing pot, and then poured the contents into a large mug made of wood. She held up the medicine to her mother’s mouth, hoping she could keep the liquid down this time. Arisiaj’s mother opened her eyes, and took the drink in a few gulps, despite the heat of it. Sweat dotted the older woman’s brow as the fever coursed through her body, making her weak and unable to do things for herself. Her daughter looked at her worriedly while dabbing away the sweat with a cool, damp cloth. “Arisiaj, if anything should happen to me-” The older mother started, but was abruptly cut off. “No! Nothing’s going to happen to you!” Arisiaj cried. Her mother put a hand over her wrist, and continued on, her voice stating that there was to be no argument, no matter how sick she was. “Listen to me child! If anything should happen to me, leave this place, and do not come. There are things here not suited for a girl your age, and I don’t want anything to happen to you. You will do what I ask?” The sickly woman said. “No. I will not leave this place, it is my home and I will defend it with my life.” The girl answered brutally. “I do not know how you could ask me something so absurd. You shame me, mother!” “My apologies, daughter, but I want only what is best for you, and for you to be safe.” “I know, mother, you don’t know how much I understand you, but I am a grown woman now. I can defend myself with a knife, or whatever else presents itself to be useful to my aid. I am not what most make me out to be. Please don’t worry. I won’t, and I know you will get better.” Arisiaj spoke with certain finality, making it the end of the conversation. Her mother’s health was not to improve, however. However much Arisiaj tried, her best was not enough, and soon after that evening, her mother passed on to the spirit world, leaving her daughter, and everything she’d ever known behind. The young woman left in the cottage was heartbroken, as any daughter would be, but she kept to her promise of staying by the cottage. She would not break the vow she’d silently made to stay behind and protect what was rightfully hers. In the following weeks to come, she worked harder to better her strength and speed, soon becoming a force to be reckoned with as she turned to fighting on the streets of the Queens tainted kingdom. The people in the nearby villages suspected nothing of the young girl with the green eyes who seemed no older than fourteen. Stories stormed through the streets of a phantom in the night, a curse on the kingdom, and yet, this mysterious stranger had done nothing murderous at all. They were simply curious, maybe a little afraid, but most people made up stories to better the other versions that they heard, making the ghost of the night more than what it ought to be. On one such a night, Arisiaj took it upon herself to breach the castle walls. As she climbed over, she took in the view of the wondrous place. Despite the Queen’s distasteful personality, her gardens were beautiful, full of flowers, and towering trees. The roses were the most abundant species of flower, followed my morning glories, and others that Arisiaj could not name off the top of her head. The young woman scoured the area, and when she deemed it all clear, she dropped into the palace grounds, making no sound at all. She wasn’t sure what she was here for, she just knew that she needed to be. Like the phantom people thought her to be, Arisiaj flitted about in the garden, skirting the open area’s where moonlight washed everything in a pale, silvery light. A sound behind her made the woman turn on her heel, and jump into a tree branch above her. There was no movement from her leap, and again, there was no sound. A tall man strode out onto the path underneath the tree. The shape of his jaw was vaguely familiar to Arisiaj, as was the colour of his blue eyes. The way he walked with his left foot pointing out slightly was also a tip off. In that moment, she knew him to be the child-hood friend that had been taken from her at the tender age of seven. His name came to her light the soft breeze on a summer’s day. “Keith...” She whispered, but that was all the man needed to hear, for he too, was a skilled master of violence, and was a force to be reckoned with. “Who goes there?” He spoke aloud, his voice rough, like unfinished would, and deep like the rumbling thunder clouds. Arisiaj leaped down from the tree, sword at the ready, just in case he did not remember. “It is I, although, you may not remember your long lost childhood friend. What a pity.” She said. Keith laughed. “You? Who are you? I do not have childhood friends, particularly delusional and stupid girls. Whatever possessed you to come walking to your death, young one?” He asked. Arisiaj lifted back her hooded cloak, and looked Keith straight in the eye. Her green gaze seemed to rip right through him, sending internal shivers through his body. He knew now who she was... Arisiaj, the friend who had been stolen from him the moment he was captured and sent to work for the Queen. “I thought you were dead.” He said, but it was a lie. He’d known this girl would find a way to look after herself, as she’d been the one to take of, and get him out of trouble half the time when they were younger. “You lie.” Arisiaj replied. “I can see it in your eyes.” She sneered. “Does the Queen’s pawn have nothing to say to me, after all these years? Are you not supposed to put me to my death for trespassing? Have you gone soft?” She taunted him, making him angrier with every insolent question she asked. “Are you trying to get yourself killed? And no, I have not gone soft. You also know that I could not have escaped with my life had I tried to find you. Arisiaj, be fair.” Keith tried to reason with her, but his own anger also got the best of him. “I have to turn you in, but I don’t want to. Just leave, and I’ll spare you.” “Oh really? And if I choose to stay?” Arisiaj questioned. She’d changed, definitely, but Keith could still see the same girl inside, the girl he’d known as a young boy. “I’ll have to kill you.” ***So?? How Was it?? Read and Review PLEASE!!***
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Post by celticbear on Jan 5, 2013 1:15:50 GMT -5
Intense and great!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Jan 5, 2013 2:26:10 GMT -5
ahhh soo cool! I love this! Update soon, please
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Post by neline on Jan 5, 2013 15:12:26 GMT -5
“How pleasant.” Arisiaj answered, a fire suddenly lighting behind her eyes, making her look like a stone cold killer, although she had not yet taken a life with her own hands. Her body thirsted for a fight, even though her mind told her not to push it. This man was stronger than she, and probably just as skilled. Her size was both an advantage and a disadvantage. She would be faster, but if the woman took a hit, she would feel it more strongly. Her mind is what won out, in the end. “Fine, tonight is not the night, but I shall return.” She stated. There was no arguing with her.
“Could we make our next meeting under peaceful terms?” Keith asked, not wanting to hurt his old friend, but instead, wanting to get to know her better, and see how her family was doing. On that thought, Arisiaj’s mother crossed his mind. “How’s your mother, by the way? If she well?”
Arisiaj seemed to bristle, but then calmed down; realizing that he didn’t know her mother was dead. “She is as well as she’ll ever be, in the spirit world. I hope she found her way alright.” For the first time that night, Keith saw a moment of weakness in the young woman’s eyes, where tears glistened brightly in the moonlight.
Keith looked away. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. If she went, it was her time to go. There was nothing I could as she lay there wasting away in her sick bed. I was helpless to the invisible enemy that had invaded my house. You don’t know how it feels.” She replied coldly, and just like that, her tears were gone, and she’d pulled herself together. After a moment’s pause, she said, “Do you remember the old faerie’s glen we used to visit, all the time?” At this point, Arisiaj had nothing to lose, so she would agree to just one meeting under a truce.
“I never forgot it.” He answered.
“Until tomorrow at sundown then, Keith. May we meet in peace and friendship, if only for one night.” She said. With one last look into his eyes, she turned swiftly, and easily scaled the wall. Keith was glad that their encounter had not turned violent. He couldn’t imagine fighting her, not when her sound was that of silence, and her eye’s full of and angry shade of green. She had changed, but Keith knew he could trust her to obey the truce they’d made.
Someone came from around the corner. It was one of his fellow Knight’s, Dhiren was his name. “Everything alright? I thought I heard voices.” He asked.
“Yes, just talking to myself. Beautiful night for it.” Keith answered, giving nothing away of his secret encounter.
“I knew you were a strange one, Keith, but never that strange!” Dhiren said, laughing and clapping Keith on the back.
“Get back to doing your job Dhiren. You’re slacking.” Funny he should say that, Keith thought.
“Says the one talking to himself.”
“It helps me concentrate. Now get out of here. It’s not even your shift yet.”
“Aye sir, you have a point. I’ll be back in an hour to relieve you of your post then.”
“Thanks Dhiren.” The calm night stayed tranquil, that evening. Nothing else attired under Keith’s careful watch, and as his shift ended, he thought of Arisiaj, and what the following night might hold.
That night, Arisiaj made it home without any problem, and as she locked the doors and windows, she thought of Keith, and what had come over her that evening. She’d wanted to fight him, maybe even to kill him, and she somehow had the nerve to create a truce and meeting place for the both of them. She kicked herself mentally for doing it, but it was done now and she had to stick to it, for a truce broken is a curse bestowed. As she sat on her bed, she created a small breeze to blow out all the candles in the small cottage. This was the natural magic she’d always possessed, but she’d honed it, and learned to control it when she trained with the elves. There was a silence in the house that always bothered her. In her younger days, her mother would always be bustling around the house until the early hours of morning, and then they’d both sleep till mid-afternoon. Her mother’s work could only be conducted at night, for so were the ways of a sidhe witch. She would make brews and potions for love, and hate. You could find a something for anything, except healing aids medicines. Arisiaj was convinced that if her mother had been a healer, she could have been saved, but that was not her mother’s way. She believed that it was her time to leave, and so, let nature take its course.
Arisiaj fell asleep pondering these thoughts in her mind, and finally succumbed to the deep dreamless sleep. The following morning, she woke up in a fluster, the blankets making it too hot to sleep. Her morning routine started without anything going wrong, and she welcomed the opportunity to do some peaceful work. She found that the weeds had overrun the garden outside, and she set to work at pulling them out, taking care to not take any of the precious plants with her.
It soon began to grow dark outside, just as Arisiaj finished her work. The sun was still a ways away from setting completely, but she wanted to get to the glade early, so as to watch for anything out of the ordinary. She got her cloak, changed her clothes because of the dirt, and set off at a run, sometimes swinging along the trees, and sometimes, floated through the undergrowth. Her arrival was greeted by silence, so she stayed up in the tree tops, watching for the arrival of Keith knowing that he would most likely be late, as always.
As she suspected, Keith showed up after sundown, out of breathe and sweaty. He looked about, recklessly stomping on plants, and fallen twigs, making enough noise for a whole army. Arisiaj cringed at the unnecessary noise. Rolling her eyes, she dropped to the ground behind him, snickering.
As he spun around, she said, “Could you possibly make any more noise?”
“I think I could, but that would most likely drive you to anger again, and I don’t want to do that. You seem different than you used to be.” Keith answered.
“The world is cruel, and so, we must change with it and forget the softness of childhood memories. That, or get killed.” Arisiaj said.
“This world you speak of is not one that I know. Arisiaj, the world is not all bad. Dangerous, yes, but not all bad.”
“You believe that because you are under the Queen’s rule. You’re delusions shall be the end of you, you know. You haven’t seen some of the people on the streets, begging for scraps, and others lying dead where they were doing so, for some people, Knights mainly, cannot stand the sight of such things. You know nothing of my world.” Arisiaj turned to look at the trees. They seemed to whisper in the breeze of promises best left unmade. She shivered, but not from the cold of the night.
“You have turned bitter and hateful, Arisiaj. What has the world done to you?” Keith asked, horrified at her opinions. This girl used to see the good in everything. She could have made the weakest flower bloom in ferocious colour, putting all other to shame. She could call upon the elements, and she could make even the angriest human smile. Yet, there was a cold hatred and emotionless face where all of this once resided. “You used to be full of love, for me, and for the world. There was nothing you couldn’t make happen.”
“Life happened, Keith. You have to see what I’ve been through to understand. Do you remember my brother? He’s dead too. And my father left soon after that horrible accident. This happened when I was about ten years old, three years after you were taken away. I’ve had nothing to be happy about since the day you left. Now you come to tell me to be happy? I don’t deserve happiness.” Arisiaj said. At that moment, it looked as if she had the burden of the world on her shoulders. This powerful woman, whom he’d known since the day she was born, had had all reasonable emotions sucked out of her.
“I wish I could change your outlook on life, Ris.” He used his pet name for her, which made her mouth turn a small smile.
“You remembered. I wondered if you would, Kip.” She answered. Keith smiled this time, his heart leaping at the thought that she hadn’t forgotten his nickname either. Since she was a baby, his real name was hard to pronounce, so he’d told her to call him Kip. The name had stuck, and she’d used it all the time. Now however, things had changed. They weren’t kids anymore, neither were they friends. They shouldn’t even have made a truce. The world had placed them in such a cruel circumstance, making this meeting all the more dangerous.
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, Ris, there are no words.” Keith said, taking one step towards her, reaching out a hand, which he placed on her arm.
“And I you, Kip. I thought I would never see you again.” Arisiaj stepped forward too, and Keith enveloped her in his arms, not wanting to ever let her go. They stood like that for a while, until the light from the sun was gone, and the stars came out to greet them.
The trees whispered in the newly fallen night of someone’s approach. Arisiaj was the only one who understood their voices. She lifted her headed from Keith’s embrace. “Someone’s coming!”
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Post by celticsweetheart on Jan 5, 2013 20:15:27 GMT -5
Awesome story Neline.... I could have never written anything quite like this. I can't wait for more.
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Post by celticbear on Jan 5, 2013 22:09:35 GMT -5
Glad they made a truce and met at their old childhood haunt! Love the nicknames. Some how ''Kip" fits Keith. And "Ris" fits Arisiaj. Hope who ever is coming does not catch these two old friends who have a chance at something more, being together.
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Post by neline on Jan 7, 2013 21:28:13 GMT -5
“I don’t hear anything.” Keith replied. “The trees, they whisper many a warning if you listen.” She hissed, backing away into the undergrowth. Her openness of heart had suddenly closed off, being replaced by a cold expression. “If you brought someone here, I swear I will kill you!” She vowed, jumping into a tree and out of sight. Nothing could be heard of Arisiaj after that. No one would know that she was there. In the meantime, Keith hid as well, taking care not to make too much noise. He pressed himself down against the soft earth, the pressure releasing the scent of the dirt. Footsteps padded softly through the clearing. Keith wondered what the person looked like, or what they wanted. Arisiaj sat silently in the tree, and watched as a foreign man entered the glade. After a moment, she knew who he was. An old friend from the elf world, Kane. He stood tall and proud, pointed ears jutting out of his long hair, eyes flitting about in a never ending watch for danger. Arisiaj whistled, low and deep. This was the call of the elves, one that they used to say, “There is a friend near, do not jump if I appear.” Arisiaj did exactly this by leaping down from the tree, staying in a crouch, so as to not endorse aggressive behaviour. She bowed her head to the elder elf, and he in return, bowed his. “Greetings young one, it has been a time.” He said in a low voice. “Yes, it has, Kane. It is a pleasant surprise. Our meeting is met in good tidings, I hope?” Arisiaj answered, signaling to Keith that he could come out, since Kane would already know that he was there anyways. “I am afraid not. There have been uprisings in my realm for two seasons now. They are in regards to your sickly Queen Viviane, and by sickly, I do not mean by her health. I mean her mind. It is tainted by evil thoughts and doings.” As Kane spoke, Keith came from his hiding spot, and shadowed what Arisiaj had done, by bowing his head. “Who is this man, Arisiaj?” He asked. “He is a palace soldier that I was meeting here in this glade. We used to be childhood friends until he was captured by the Queen’s guard and trained as one of their own.” Arisiaj explained. “Indeed. He stinks of Dead roses, and lost hope. You, however, are a much more... how should I put it? You have more of a determination about you, a certain hunger for justice.” Kane said. Keith looked slightly irritated at being dismissed so easily. Arisiaj gave him a warning look, but Keith charged in anyways, without thinking. “I’ll have you know that I’m more than just a palace guard! And I do not stink of death! The plants there are as real any that I can see here!” Keith spoke with intense annoyance, making even Arisiaj wince. “Do not speak to him in that way!” Arisiaj exclaimed. “Do you with to insult Kane to no end? Keep your gob shut!” “No need for scolding, Arisiaj. He does not know any better. This ‘Keith’ man knows nothing of our ways, let alone the proper decorum to hold his tongue.” Kane said with a note of warning in his voice when he regarded Keith. “Now see here-” Keith started again, digging his hole deeper. “Enough!” Kane bellowed. “You, little man, are in need of a lesson!” The elf waved his hand, and chanted in the Ancient Language for a moment, and then Keith began to shimmer and shine, shrinking and twisting in all kinds of odd ways. The end result was Keith as a frog. Arisiaj stood with her mouth open, but soon closed it before she started catching flies. “He won’t stay like that forever, will he?” She asked quietly, watching as Keith flopped around, unused to his newly formed body. “Only until the dawn, then he shall return to his original form. Do not worry, Arisiaj, there will be no lingering effects. For now, I advise you to take him to your home and put somewhere where he cannot escape. Until next time, may the heavens watch over you.” Kane said, and with a whirl of leaves and wind, he was gone. Arisiaj stopped to pick up Keith the frog, and carried him in her arms. “You stupid frog, do you not know when to shut your muzzle?” She asked him. ***Sorry, But I HAD to write Keith getting into some ridiculous mess because he couldn't keep his mouth quiet . Now, this might sound like an English assignment, but PLEASE Tell me what You like so far in the WHOLE story, how it make you feel, what parts made you laugh, ETC, I wanna know! TELL ME! ***
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Post by celticbear on Jan 7, 2013 22:05:12 GMT -5
Don't be sorry Neline for this update! I was wondering how long it was going to take before Keith put his foot in his mouth! And of course he would have to do it in front of an Elder Magic Elf! This update made me smile! Let's just hope the next time Keith and Kane meet up, Keith has learned his lesson!
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Post by celticsweetheart on Jan 8, 2013 0:35:46 GMT -5
Just picturing Keith as a frog.. Now that's is a site I wouldn't mind seeing. LOL... It's so funny I can't stop laughing. Wonder if he will still have a taste for flies in the morning. LOL.. That will teach him to speak when he isn't spoken to. He'll never learn it seems to be a wicked pattern CT Fan writers are weaving.
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Post by neline on Feb 22, 2013 21:30:56 GMT -5
“Ribbit,” Came the reply. Arisiaj snickered under her breathe, and soon came to the end of the forest. Her home wasn’t too long away, so they made it there in no time at all. The young woman placed her burden in a very tall box, so he couldn’t jump out.
The following dawn came bright and cloudless, allowing the sun to shine through the small window in the cottage. Keith soon found himself in his normal form again, just as he had been before.
“I swear on God’s good name, if I ever see that wretched elf again, I’ll flay him!” Keith spat out.
Arisiaj, who hadn’t been awake yet, jumped up from her cot on the floor. “Keith! You’re back!”
“I most certainly am!”
Arisiaj had to laugh. “I told you to keep your gob shut, you know. I tried to keep you out of trouble. Instead, like always, you have to keep on, and then get into more of a sticky spot. You’re the same as ever.”
Keith shook his head.
“You know Keith, I’ve really missed you.” Arisiaj said, almost reluctantly.
“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that. I’ve missed you too.” He replied.
We sat like that for a long time, before Keith spoke again. “I should really be getting back. My mates are going to be wondering where I got off to. I didn’t tell anyone that I was leaving.”
“Why would you want to go back? The queen is terrible! Have you not seen what she’s done to our people?” Arisiaj exclaimed. “I can’t believe you. That yellow-bellied fish sucker doesn’t deserve to sit upon that throne.” The woman looked at Keith, eyes seemingly full of thunderclouds.
“Don’t say that! The queen has spies everywhere! You’ll have your head for saying such insulting things.” Keith said as he clamped a hand over Arisiaj’s mouth. She bit his hand, not hard, but it was strong enough to prove her point that he ought to let her go. Now. He left her go, and sat back. “I guess I’ll be leaving then.” He got up, and looked back over his shoulder again, before stepping through the door into the morning light. Arisiaj was left alone for the rest of the day, wondering how Keith could just go back to a woman that he knew was evil and selfish, and everything that could be considered not good and wholesome.
“She must have all the soldiers under some sort of spell, or oath.” Arisiaj said aloud. She knew otherwise, that Keith would have gladly come away with her to some place safe. She had to figure out some way to get Keith out of the palace, and somewhere safe, but she knew if she had to save Keith, she would have to also save the people. There would be a new leader, and a new start at a better life for all the land.
Arisiaj set about looking for elves and people to help her. Over the next few weeks, she gathered most of her elven friends, including Kane, who had heard about her expedition through the rumblings and mutterings of the trees and the breeze. He arrived one crisp morning in a cloud of fog and mysteriousness, as per usual. He gracefully glided through the underbrush, which parted of its own accord for the ancient elf.
The young maiden bowed her head to Kane, and greeted him politely. “Greetings, Kane. I trust we find each other in good health?”
“Yes.” He answered. Then he spoke again, a hint of seriousness in his voice, something like a fatherly tone. “You are going to challenge the queen?”
“I plan to. I want to save Keith, and the people of this land. I’ve recruits, of two races, although, more would still be welcome.” Arisiaj answered. She looked about her surroundings, seeing the camp that they’d started. She was the leader of it all, and she wouldn’t back down from the Queen, even if it meant death.
“This is a serious quest. The Queen has magic, more powerful than even myself. Have you enough swordsmanship skills?” The last question seemed to be added out of generosity, and Arisiaj knew he would teach her, no matter her answer. “I know many skills, but more training is always welcome.” She answered, bowing her head again. “Then I will teach you all that I know.” Kane answered.
**Not the longest update, but I HAD to put something up! I haven't written in a while...**
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Post by celticbear on Feb 23, 2013 0:14:30 GMT -5
Great update! I'm glad Kane is going to help! Hope Arji plane to rescue Keith works!
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