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Pro logue “From Shadow and Stone Shall Our Land Be Cleansed”
From the Prophesy of the Cleansing (maker unknown).
In the shadows of a sandstone cave, somewhere in the Blackmarche Forest, something stirred.
The Wraith stared out of its cave with eyes like glowing coals. Its being was too solid to be born from shadow, though it looked to be, it was more like the starless pits of the deepest, darkest void.
The wraith floated down thought the black trunked trees, searching.
There, through the trees, it had found its prey. Kyrone City.
So on floated the Wraith towards the cities palace. An hour or so later, it does not know, as time is insubstantial to the Wraith and its twisted and unspeakable goals, the Wraith came upon the palace and the private chambers. There, the wraith found the monarch sleeping peacefully in his large bed.
The Wraith floated above King Miron for an undeterminable ammount of breaths. Looking, searching with those glowing eyes.
Suddenly, the Wraith dived at the monarch, wailing a blood curdling cry, diving into the Kings open mouth and into the heart of his being.
With a cry of utter fright and despaired the monarch awoke. But no longer did King Miron look with his own storm grey eyes, but with the glowing coals of the Wraith.
As a servant ran to attend her king, thunder clouds moved in across the sky, and the ground around the city began to shake violently, and then split spitting fire.
The servant girl threw open the door to the king’s chambers, to find King Miron laughing. Not with the king’s normal kindly laughter, but a maddening, spine chilling laugh, as the Wraith ate away at the innocent king’s spirit and soul.
Chapter 1- A Knight of Forgotten Memories. Sora had always felt different. From the day she had arrived in the farming village of Freehaven, only a six year old girl with no parents or memory of where she came from, but she liked to dream her parents were rich noble lords or great heroic knights.
Now, today, her coming of age, the 18th anniversary of her birth, of course no one knew, she didn’t feel any different.
Sora stared at the large mirror above the basin in her room. ‘Well, I’m certainly different than all the other people in this kingdom and possibly the next’ she thought to herself. Sora was completely the opposite of everyone else.
Sora was a tall young woman with a small waist and feet. She had olive skin and jet black hair. But the most unusual feature Sora had was her eyes. Her eyes were as vivid a green, as a flawless Emerald that glinted in the sunlight. Her eyes were also slanted slightly at the outer edges, with infighting long eyelashes.
Sora had always been rather pretty, and resented it at times, especially as every day men would stare at her passing like wolves hunting something they could not catch, whispering to their companions.
Sora knew the ways of men and women, and was repulsed at the thought, and so vowed never to walk that path unknown to her until she truly wanted to. Sora looked away from the mirror, leaving those thoughts in her small room above the Inn and went down the stairs to the tavern room. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she winced at the surprise slap round the ear she received from the Inn keeper, Mrs Twining.
“Dare be late to your duties at my Inn will you girl, always got your head in the clouds you have. I don’t know why I ever took you in, knew you’d be trouble” shouted Mrs Twining, slapping Sora some more. “Those horses ‘aint goin’ to tend themselves are the, now get out there”.
The Inn keeper was a small, stout woman who had a quick temper and a heavy hand, but even though she treated her workers with a firm hand, she was a fair and good Inn keeper and Hostess.
When Sora had turned 8 years of age, Mrs Twining had been kind enough to give Sora the duty of attending the horses of the patrons who visited the Inn. She loved horses, but with being the only one who worked in the stables, Sora was easily distracted and had been caught daydreaming of sleeping too many times to count.
So Sora walked through the kitchen and out the back door without a word of protest or a cry of pain. It wasn’t until she got to the stables did she cry out. “Damn it! That hurt” she whispered to herself holding her stinging face. But after a few minutes of thinking of protesting to do her duties, Sora decided to forget about it and went into the nearest stall to brush down the only horse in the stables, a skinny old cart horse whose black coat was flecked with grey.
Later into the warm afternoon, Sora was lying in the hay loft daydreaming, when the stable door creaked open and a tall dark figure walked slowly in, holding the reigns of a huge white, yet dirt covered war charger.
Hearing the wooden door bang shut, Sora started and quickly descended the ladder to the stalls. When she saw who was stood in front of her she froze.
Stood there was was a Knight in full armour, and a large steel sword at his waist. Running forward, Sora took the horse from the Knight and leading it to an empty stall. When she turned around the Knight was still stood there, but now his head was bent and his eyes closed. “Sir forgive me, time ran away with me, s-sir are you ok?”
At that moment the Knight collapsed to his knees with a cry of pain, clutching at his abdomen, where there was a gap in his armour, where a coarse linen shirt was showing and was soaked with dried and fresh blood. Sora began to panic and now had the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
“Sir what’s wrong” ask Sora with a note of desperation now in her voice.
The young Knight began to sway on his knees. Sora darted forward and seized his shoulders, lowering him to the straw floor. He made not a sound as she gently lifted his head and taking off his helmet. After laying the helmet on the ground she sat beside him, but as she looked at his now fully visible face, she started and jumped back.
He’s like me. Just like me, she thought to herself. He was tall, dark, just as she was, but what most fascinated her were his eyes. They were not as bright as her own were, more like jade, but still the same. On the front of the Knights armour was the emblem that was of King Miron and the city of Kyrone which was just a few miles west of Freehaven Village.
Looking at his abdomen Sora saw a long, thin gash across his abdomen.
Then in a sound that was barely a whisper, he spoke.
“P-please, help, me” he said haltingly, and Sora could tell he was in a lot of pain.
“What happened to you?” asked Sora as she tore linen from her underskirt and padded his wound.
“Please, help, me” he repeated, this time looking Sora pleadingly in the eye.
“Ok. But will you be alright on your own, I don’t want to leave you like this sir” she said to the Knight, as she rose from the stable floor, reluctant to leave him there, venerable and on his own.
“I….. I came, all the way, from, the city, I can last a little, bit, longer on my, own” answered the might with a tight, pained smile at Sora.
With that Sora nodded to the Young Knight and ran through the wooden door and back into the Inn towards the tavern room where she hoped to find the Inn keeper.
“Mistress, Mistress, p-please quick, Help.” Screamed Sora now terrified for the young Knight now lying on his own on the stable floor. “MRS TWINING”
“Child, Shut that racket up before I give you another clip round the ear. Now speak child and quick, I see your abusing your duties again!” said the Inn keeper with a stern tone.
“Mistress, please, quickly fetch the healer” repeated Sora, now shaking.
“Why girl, speak plainly, now” demanded Mrs Twining.
Sora took a deep breath, and collected and composed herself and spoke clearly but with urgency. “A Knight, he is gravely injured, out in the stables, I fear to leave him. Please Mistress fetch the healer, I have no money to coerce him, and he will not come on the persuasions of a lowly stable girl who has no money to give him” said Sora, appealing to the better nature of the Inn keeper.
“A Knight you say”, Sora could tell she was thinking of the business a Knight could bring to her Inn and Tavern. “Ok child, go attend him, keep him talking” replied the mistress as she walked from behind the bar and out through the front door.
Sora turned quickly and ran back out through the back door to the stables.
When Sora returned, she looked down at the Knight. His eyes were closed, and for a breath, she panicked thinking he wasn’t breathing, but when she looked again, she saw that he was still breathing, but it was becoming a rasped wheeze. ‘He must be in a lot of pain’ she thought to herself. Sitting down beside him, Sora noticed that the bleeding seemed to be slowing, so Sora leant forward and pressed her hand over the linen padding.
“Sir, what happened to you?” ask Sora, now beginning to become curious at the young Knight who looked so like her kinsman or someone from where she came from, who might know where her homeland was.
“I knew. Something was desperately wrong. Could sense it.” He said in a whisper.
“What do you mean you sensed. What happened?” She asked, now even more curiosity was creeping into her.
“T-the King, he’s mad. Possessed. Using dark powers on his own people. He mutilated. His own people.” He replied his face now covered in tears of horror and sorrow. “He’s evil. Must, stop him! The whole city, all it’s people, turned, into twisted, evil creatures. Gone... All gone!”
Sora now more frightened than ever, her mind racing. Could What the Knight said be true? Could she trust him?
“But, I don’t understand, you can’t possibly mean King Miron. I mean, he is this kingdoms ruler!” she exclaimed.
At that moment the stable door opened, and in walked Mrs Twining followed by the old, bent backed healer, who looked at her like she was a common pig girl.
“Get out of the way girl, do you not have work to attend to or something useful, rather than be in the way!” he said speaking with much disdain that Sora shied back away into the shadows wondering what she had done to earn such hatred.
The bent backed old man bent down to the young Knight, all the bones in his body creaking in protest of his age. He surveyed him with heavy lidded eyes. Then suddenly the old healer straightened, so abruptly that both Sora and Mrs Twining jumped with little squeaks of surprise at how fast the old man had moved.
“I believe he will be just fine, once I have attended to his wounds and bruising” he said in a formal business like tone that made Mrs Twining scowl, for she knew what was to come.
“Now, who shall be dealing with the fee, for unless I treat him he will surely die of a fever in a few hours?” Said the old men a small sparkle of greed entered his eyes, thinking that no one new he lied. Sora though did know a little about healing with having to look after animals, knew that he would be just fine if his wound was cleaned, Salved and bandaged often enough so that it did not become infected. But looking towards her mistress, Sora knew just from the look on her face that she had no idea that the old man lied, but Sora said nothing for the fear that she might gain even more hatred from him, and after the slap she has received from Mrs Twining that morning, she wasn’t keen to to do her any favours today.
“Ah, erm, well about that, well erm-” She said slightly flustered from the thought of actually having to hand over money to healer, when she was interrupted.
“I have gold, I will pay for myself, and a small room for a week” said the Knight in a weak voice, looking straight up into the healers eyes, then to the Inn keeper. “And I Know old man exactly how much gold you deserve for fixing me, so don’t bother lying any longer. I was a field medic before I joined the Kings Army!”
At that instant the glint in the old healers eyes faded and the colour drained from his face. The Inn keeper looked at the healer with anger barely hidden on her face, then abruptly she turned to Sora. “Well girl, get going and make a bed ready for our guest”.
With that Sora went out of the stables and thought the beck door to the kitchen and and up to a spare room. All the time thinking only of the eyes of the the young Knight. The same, just the same as hers. So similar yet so unfamiliar, like a long forgotten, buried memory.
Wow!! This is great!! I'm going to move it to the "your writing" topic...
Wow... It had perfect detail and everything! If you keep this up you could most definitely write a book!
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Thanks guys, but have you got any suggestions, cos i hit a wall :D
hmm.... you ended the story at a pretty hard place. no wonder you hit a wall! Ha Ha! But don't worry Writer's block can be conquered by inspiration!! "D usually, reading a good book is a good idea or watching a movie or listening to music. (But usually for the music thing, I can only imagine events that have already crossed my mind.) :I *puff* let's think...
hmm, a likely question. i wish there was a likely answer.
They could bring him in and he'll be interested in Sora?
my thoughts, just not like that. i was thinking that there would be something-something going on between them eventually. But what about the eyes?
hm... we could try to... I'm stuck... '_'
when i was planning the book, the eyes were the Key to thier "Power", where they come from they have a special kind of bonded power that is really rare, like soul mates, and to access this power they have to be together and to be linked, but i dunno how to bring that into the story?Thanks guys :D
Very nice!! okay! let me see what I can fiddle with...
Yaz this is great!! I can definatly see how you hit a wall...
I think I've done it! I've got Chapter 2, so here goes :DChapter 1- A Knight of Forgotten Memories.
Sora had always felt different. From the day she had arrived in the farming village of Freehaven, only a six year old girl with no parents or memory of where she came from, but she liked to dream her parents were rich noble lords or great heroic knights.
Now, today, her coming of age, the 18th anniversary of her birth, of course no one knew, she didn’t feel any different.
Sora stared at the large mirror above the basin in her room. ‘Well, I’m certainly different than all the other people in this kingdom and possibly the next’ she thought to herself. Sora was completely the opposite of everyone else.
Sora was a tall young woman with a small waist and feet. She had olive skin and jet black hair. But the most unusual feature Sora had was her eyes. Her eyes were as vivid a green, as a flawless Emerald that glinted in the sunlight. Her eyes were also slanted slightly at the outer edges, with infighting long eyelashes.
Sora had always been rather pretty, and resented it at times, especially as every day men would stare at her passing like wolves hunting something they could not catch, whispering to their companions.
Sora knew the ways of men and women, and was repulsed at the thought, and so vowed never to walk that path unknown to her until she truly wanted to.
Sora looked away from the mirror, leaving those thoughts in her small room above the Inn and went down the stairs to the tavern room. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she winced at the surprise slap round the ear she received from the Inn keeper, Mrs Twining.
“Dare be late to your duties at my Inn will you girl, always got your head in the clouds you have. I don’t know why I ever took you in, knew you’d be trouble” shouted Mrs Twining, slapping Sora some more. “Those horses ‘aint goin’ to tend themselves are the, now get out there”.
The Inn keeper was a small, stout woman who had a quick temper and a heavy hand, but even though she treated her workers with a firm hand, she was a fair and good Inn keeper and Hostess.
When Sora had turned 8 years of age, Mrs Twining had been kind enough to give Sora the duty of attending the horses of the patrons who visited the Inn. She loved horses, but with being the only one who worked in the stables, Sora was easily distracted and had been caught daydreaming of sleeping too many times to count.
So Sora walked through the kitchen and out the back door without a word of protest or a cry of pain. It wasn’t until she got to the stables did she cry out. “Damn it! That hurt” she whispered to herself holding her stinging face. But after a few minutes of thinking of protesting to do her duties, Sora decided to forget about it and went into the nearest stall to brush down the only horse in the stables, a skinny old cart horse whose black coat was flecked with grey.Later into the warm afternoon, Sora was lying in the hay loft daydreaming, when the stable door creaked open and a tall dark figure walked slowly in, holding the reigns of a huge white, yet dirt covered war charger.
Hearing the wooden door bang shut, Sora started and quickly descended the ladder to the stalls. When she saw who was stood in front of her she froze.
Stood there was was a Knight in full armour, and a large steel sword at his waist. Running forward, Sora took the horse from the Knight and leading it to an empty stall. When she turned around the Knight was still stood there, but now his head was bent and his eyes closed. “Sir forgive me, time ran away with me, s-sir are you ok?”
At that moment the Knight collapsed to his knees with a cry of pain, clutching at his abdomen, where there was a gap in his armour, where a coarse linen shirt was showing and was soaked with dried and fresh blood. Sora began to panic and now had the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
“Sir what’s wrong” ask Sora with a note of desperation now in her voice.
The young Knight began to sway on his knees. Sora darted forward and seized his shoulders, lowering him to the straw floor. He made not a sound as she gently lifted his head and taking off his helmet. After laying the helmet on the ground she sat beside him, but as she looked at his now fully visible face, she started and jumped back.
He’s like me. Just like me, she thought to herself. He was tall, dark, just as she was, but what most fascinated her were his eyes. They were not as bright as her own were, more like jade, but still the same.
On the front of the Knights armour was the emblem that was of King Miron and the city of Kyrone which was just a few miles west of Freehaven Village.
Looking at his abdomen Sora saw a long, thin gash across his abdomen.
Then in a sound that was barely a whisper, he spoke.
“P-please, help, me” he said haltingly, and Sora could tell he was in a lot of pain.
“What happened to you?” asked Sora as she tore linen from her underskirt and padded his wound.
“Please, help, me” he repeated, this time looking Sora pleadingly in the eye.
“Ok. But will you be alright on your own, I don’t want to leave you like this sir” she said to the Knight, as she rose from the stable floor, reluctant to leave him there, venerable and on his own.
“I….. I came, all the way, from, the city, I can last a little, bit, longer on my, own” answered the might with a tight, pained smile at Sora.
With that Sora nodded to the Young Knight and ran through the wooden door and back into the Inn towards the tavern room where she hoped to find the Inn keeper.
“Mistress, Mistress, p-please quick, Help.” Screamed Sora now terrified for the young Knight now lying on his own on the stable floor. “MRS TWINING”
“Child, Shut that racket up before I give you another clip round the ear. Now speak child and quick, I see your abusing your duties again!” said the Inn keeper with a stern tone.
“Mistress, please, quickly fetch the healer” repeated Sora, now shaking.
“Why girl, speak plainly, now” demanded Mrs Twining.
Sora took a deep breath, and collected and composed herself and spoke clearly but with urgency. “A Knight, he is gravely injured, out in the stables, I fear to leave him. Please Mistress fetch the healer, I have no money to coerce him, and he will not come on the persuasions of a lowly stable girl who has no money to give him” said Sora, appealing to the better nature of the Inn keeper.
“A Knight you say”, Sora could tell she was thinking of the business a Knight could bring to her Inn and Tavern. “Ok child, go attend him, keep him talking” replied the mistress as she walked from behind the bar and out through the front door.
Sora turned quickly and ran back out through the back door to the stables.
When Sora returned, she looked down at the Knight. His eyes were closed, and for a breath, she panicked thinking he wasn’t breathing, but when she looked again, she saw that he was still breathing, but it was becoming a rasped wheeze. ‘He must be in a lot of pain’ she thought to herself.
Sitting down beside him, Sora noticed that the bleeding seemed to be slowing, so Sora leant forward and pressed her hand over the linen padding.
“Sir, what happened to you?” ask Sora, now beginning to become curious at the young Knight who looked so like her kinsman or someone from where she came from, who might know where her homeland was.
“I knew. Something was desperately wrong. Could sense it.” He said in a whisper.
“What do you mean you sensed. What happened?” She asked, now even more curiosity was creeping into her.
“T-the King, he’s mad. Possessed. Using dark powers on his own people. He mutilated. His own people.” He replied his face now covered in tears of horror and sorrow. “He’s evil. Must, stop him! The whole city, all it’s people, turned, into twisted, evil creatures. Gone... All gone!”
Sora now more frightened than ever, her mind racing. Could What the Knight said be true? Could she trust him?
“But, I don’t understand, you can’t possibly mean King Miron. I mean, he is this kingdoms ruler!” she exclaimed.
At that moment the stable door opened, and in walked Mrs Twining followed by the old, bent backed healer, who looked at her like she was a common pig girl.
“Get out of the way girl, do you not have work to attend to or something useful, rather than be in the way!” he said speaking with much disdain that Sora shied back away into the shadows wondering what she had done to earn such hatred.
The bent backed old man bent down to the young Knight, all the bones in his body creaking in protest of his age. He surveyed him with heavy lidded eyes. Then suddenly the old healer straightened, so abruptly that both Sora and Mrs Twining jumped with little squeaks of surprise at how fast the old man had moved.
“I believe he will be just fine, once I have attended to his wounds and bruising” he said in a formal business like tone that made Mrs Twining scowl, for she knew what was to come.
“Now, who shall be dealing with the fee, for unless I treat him he will surely die of a fever in a few hours?” Said the old men a small sparkle of greed entered his eyes, thinking that no one new he lied. Sora though did know a little about healing with having to look after animals, knew that he would be just fine if his wound was cleaned, Salved and bandaged often enough so that it did not become infected. But looking towards her mistress, Sora knew just from the look on her face that she had no idea that the old man lied, but Sora said nothing for the fear that she might gain even more hatred from him, and after the slap she has received from Mrs Twining that morning, she wasn’t keen to to do her any favours today.
“Ah, erm, well about that, well erm-” She said slightly flustered from the thought of actually having to hand over money to healer, when she was interrupted.
“I have gold, I will pay for myself, and a small room for a week” said the Knight in a weak voice, looking straight up into the healers eyes, then to the Inn keeper. “And I Know old man exactly how much gold you deserve for fixing me, so don’t bother lying any longer. I was a field medic before I joined the Kings Army!”
At that instant the glint in the old healers eyes faded and the colour drained from his face. The Inn keeper looked at the healer with anger barely hidden on her face, then abruptly she turned to Sora. “Well girl, get going and make a bed ready for our guest”.With that Sora went out of the stables and thought the beck door to the kitchen and and up to a spare room. All the time thinking only of the eyes of the the young Knight. The same, just the same as hers. So similar yet so unfamiliar, like a long forgotten, buried memory.
Chapter 2 – Peace and Horror
Over the next week, the nameless knight, made a fast recovery, for his wound was not too severe. So when Sora entered the guestroom room on 8th morning after the Knights arrival, he was sitting up in bed reading a small tattered book of fairy tales that Sora had lent him the day before. He was getting restless. Clearly he hated being cooped up for too long, she thought to herself. Sora stood in the doorway admiring the man.
Suddenly, a strange realization struck her. I don’t know his name! At that moment the knight looked up from the book at her. He smiled a warm, heart melting smile. I wonder how many hearts had melted at that smile, she thought to herself stepping into the room.
“I just realised something important”
“Oh, and what’s that?” asked the young man.
“I don’t know who you are, what your name is. I know it’s a silly thing, but I always believed that to know someone’s name was a fairly important thing, I mean after all we all have names of some sort, don’t we?” said Sora with an embarrassed look as though she had just asked a stupid question. She was rambling on and she knew it. Sora walked over to him and placed the tray on the bed.
“You will have to forgive me lady Sora” he apologised. “My head has not been on my shoulders for the last few days has it? I also believe that to know someone’s name is important, especially a friends name”.
Sora’s heart did a back flip, he actually considers me a friend! Me. The lowly stable girl with no freedom or friends.
“That look on your face says a lot you know. Of course I think you a friend; you saved my life you know. My name is Riyu, son of Morrim, of House Kern and former Elite Knight to King Miron”.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you properly, Riyu, and it is you I should be thanking, I’ve never been considered a friend before by anyone, I’m just the lowly orphaned stable girl, made to do all the filthy stable chores and take all the abuse the inn keeper can throw at me” said Sora, eyes cast down to the floor, but a hint of a smile showed at the corners of her mouth, even with the seriousness of her statement. “And your wound really wasn’t that serious you know” she said with the smile turning into a grin.
At her words Riyu looked shocked. But Sora’s sharp jade eyes fixed on him and he understood her torment. Throughout his own childhood he had been an outcast, with no friends or sturdy home. He had no idea where he came from, what his home looked like.
“I understand, but… at least we can both now say we have at least on friend”.
“Yes…”
He chuckled, “you could at least sound happy abut that” he said smiling at her.
Sora smiled back, a true smile, something she had not done in a very long time. She liked working with the horses in the stables, but hated being the only outcast in her small close-knit village.
“So, do you like fairy tales?”
She was trying to change the subject, but Riyu wasn’t going to let her get away with that.
“Where are you from? You know we look similar, right?”
“Oh… yes… I suppose we do a little” she kept her eyes on her hands knitting together in her lap as she spoke. ”I have no idea where I am from. For all I know I could be a dream given reality and substance. Or a mad woman who has lost her mind!” She looked up into Riyu’s deep jade eyes. “I…I wish I knew, it is the one and only thing that I wish for, to have some sense of direction in my life, instead of this blackness in my head”
Riyu knew exactly what she was saying, for he too had the same blackness, the same wish.
“Riyu…Where are you from?”
He looked at her, then looked out of the window set above his bed. “I wish I knew.”
Sora and Riyu continued to talk all through the morning and into the late afternoon, unknowing of the horror on their doorstep.
Hidden deep in the dense forest surrounding the small village of Freehaven, a shadow stirred. A shadow with eyes that glowed like the fires in the deepest pits of the underworld. The shadow looked around, through the trees and checked the way was clear of all human life, as it was still daylight, with the sun slowly setting behind the trees. Slowly it moved, towards the village and its mission. The shadow was muttering to it’s self in a long dead language. It must do the Kings, its masters bidding, He must rid the world of the prophesised, of the unspeakable ‘Jade-Souls’. Slowly it continued towards the village. Then through a clearing in the trees, he saw his destination. The Inn. The Souls must be inside, thinking themselves safe, it thought. So there it waited in the thick bushes across from the Inn. Waiting for sundown.
Sora knew that she had neglected her work all day, but work had been slow. No guests in days now, they must have heard what happened to the King, Sora though to herself as she carried the empty tray from which she and Riyu had eaten dinner from. The sun had set just a few moments ago, and the Inn was dark downstairs, as was the kitchen. Where was Mrs Twining?
As Sora lit a small oil lamp in the main room, she saw a note scrawled on poor quality paper.
‘Gone to the market. BE GOOD, GIRL. Watch the Inn. Be back in the morning.
- Mrs Twining.’
What day is it? Sora thought frantically. She had been so wrapped up in her own little world in which only her and Riyu lived that she had lost track of the last few days. It was 7th Day! Market day.
At that moment, Sora heard a tapping on the Inn door. Walking over to it, she pulled back the dead bolt and opened the door a crack. “I’m sorry but the Inn is cl-“. There was no one there. She had imagined the knock. Sora re-bolted the door and went back towards the stairs.
As she placed her foot on the first step, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She was being watched. Sora turned around and scanned the Inn. Her breathing was becoming heavy and her heart began to beat faster, scared. Her eyes swept over the empty bar, tables, chairs and door. Then her eyes finally locked on the two slits of red, looking in through the window.
Sora couldn’t move, her eyes were locked on the red slits and her feet were stuck where they were. She blinked and they were gone. The red slits, had she imagined them too?
She was tired and her mind was playing tricks on her in the dark. Sora laughed to herself and turned back towards the stairs. As she placed her foot on the first step, something crashed against the Inn door with such force that it split a few of the solid oak planks. With the crash, came an ear splitting wail, which was not from any living creature.
Sora matched it with her own terrified scream.
Bah! nonnoononnononnooo! Don't stop!! YOU HAVE to keep going! i'm excited! gogogogogog!
Yazmin, I'm speechless right now!!! I ♥ it!!!
So.... you really like it? its not too far fetched?
Keep going! don't stop now!! It isn't far fetched! what gave you that idea! KEEP ON GOING! I want to know what happens!! :D
wow! this is definitely a story i would read! it sounds a lot like a story of my own i started a while back. a similar plot, with the eyes and everything...but yours is better :D one idea: Sora and the knight, since they look alike, came from the same place, some place far away. there are a lot of possibilities with that like maybe she goes on a "quest" to find where she came from and this somehow ties in with the wraith and the possessed king. great story though, i am looking forward to reading the rest of it.
whoops! i wrote this before i read the second part of your story. well, i guess we kind of had the same idea anyway. ok keep going don't listen to me. 8D
Yazmin, Yazmin, Yazmin. HOW COULD YOU THINK THAT?? This is sooo good!!! You can't keep us waiting for much longer!! I mite EXPLODE!!!!!!!=]
i know!! i will just die if i dont know what happens!!
*fingers tapping impatiently* ph.... :I
Hi guys, I've had some Literature teachers look at this, so for the moment i'm not going to put anymore of the book on here, because there is a possibility i could get this published.I will put chapter three on here though so that you know what happens to Sora, Riyu and the Wraith :D
Thankyou soo much everyone for your support. Chapter Three WON'T disappoint you :D
but then the disappointment will come when you dont give us chapter four.
b-b-but what happens next?! :O
I'm sorry guys, I'm not blaming any of you for this, but the reason is that I wrote a short fairy tale for my little sister a few years back and someone i know stole all my ideas.I know none of you would do that, but its wheter i take that chance!
Do you want me to carry on posting my story?
...no, we don't want you to take the risk of putting up your ideas. Someone might steal them! Good luck with your writing Yasmin!! :D
yeah . . . btw, I'm gonna take mine off soon, so read as much as you can!
yeah, once I get it all posted and edited then I will.
I'm really worried about plagerism right now. (is that how you spell it?)
I'm really worried about plagerism right now. (is that how you spell it?)
yeah. I think I'm gonna get rid of mine too.
Sorry to cause so much trouble guys. Thanks for all the support though :D
Thanks Yazmin for posting chapter 3 (whenever you dopost it) and if you do get published can we get the first copy??????/
Yeah sure Mikeala :D Thats no problem, but I haven't got a deadline yet :D but as soon as i do i will let you guys know :D
Also, i am stuck as to a complete plot, so suggestions for that would be greatly appreaciated. :D thanks
Well here goes......