Post by Gypsy on Jan 15, 2008 22:11:24 GMT -5
Intro
Lightning struck across the sky sending the night into momentary daylight. The rain pounded down unmercifully with the help of the howling wind to make it one of the worst storms that had hit in 20 years. In all of this on a winding dirt path, rode a horse and its passenger.
A young girl of about 17, exhausted and almost blinded by the dark night storm, clung desperately to her black stallion. With only the bright lightning to keep her from falling asleep she bent down slowly to reach her horse's ear without falling off. As loudly as she could she said, "Whatever happens, do not stop for anything, keep on going and find a safe and helpful place." It was all she could get out with her croaked voice. Just as she had finished what she had said they suddenly turned quickly as lightning flashed, catching her off guard. Off center, she fell off her horse and onto the side of the path. Only hesitating for a moment to see if his master really meant what she had said, he turned back and ran quickly to find help for his master that lay unconscious beside the path.
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Chapter 1 Meeting Point
Darvel
The gray drizzling sky was all he could see through the cracks in his thick curtains. He hadn't been able to get up last night, and slept for a full twenty-four hours, something he hardly did. This now meant that he would be up all day, unable to go out to town like he had wanted to. Sighing he sat up with a grunt and threw his legs over the side of the bed. As if on cue a large ginger mass launched itself at him just as he ducked down.
"Don't even start with me Harsha, I'm clearly not in the mood."
The large dog turned its head to the side before striking a stuck up pose, as if it had done nothing wrong at all.
Laughing slightly, he pulled himself up from his sitting position and walked over to the dresser. Pulling out a pair of cotton trousers and a light sweater, he threw them on and headed to the trap door that lead from his room to the rest of the house. He could smell the slight hint of burnt toast from the kitchen and his mother lightly cursing the night god. Something she seemed to do often when he was supposedly not around.
“You know mother, it’s not well of you to curse the god which I must serve. That really won’t help our matter.”
The sound of his voice startled her, making her drop the plate of toast that was in fact burnt to a crisp. Looking away quickly she tried to clean it up before he could see. She was always a few minutes slow though.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t up last night to make you breakfast mom. Just give me about two minutes to heat up my freezing hands and I’ll get right to work.”
Without waiting for a reply he headed for the little stove and thrust his hands into the depths of the fire itself. A slight gasp that was cut short came from behind him. His mother had always found it odd and slightly scary that he could do things that no other human should have been able to do. She just kept forgetting that he wasn’t fully human anymore.
Rolling his eyes he pretended as if he hadn’t heard and left his hands there for another minute or so before removing them. Looking at his hands and wiggling his figures he stood up a little straighter, turning to his mother. “A missions is coming upon me mother. I don’t know when or in what form, but I can feel it.” And with that he put on his shadow cloak and headed out the door.
It was a cool morning; the ground was soaked and turned to mud from all the rain that must have fallen in the night. Sidestepping as many puddles as he could, he walked the half mile behind the house to reach the barn.
”Time to catch those bloody chickens this morning.”
Putting the hood of his cloak up, he stepped into the shadowed barn and completely disappeared. But the moment he stepped inside he knew something was amiss. In the back of the barn, where the light was not shining, he could see shinning black eyes staring back at him. With the cloak he knew that he would be unnoticed by the creature, and would be able to find what it was. Taking confident steps toward it he was thrust backwards but two strong hooves.
The power behind the kick sent his hurtling to the front of the barn once again. Almost landing on his head he did a summersault in mid air, landing with heavy grace to the ground. The creature moved to follow him, its stature huge. Larger than any horse he had ever seen or heard of. Its posture suggested such power beyond what it looked like, and it looked rather powerful to begin with.
He watched as it moved in front of him, leaning its head against his before he knew what was going on. With a great rush his eyes had been taken away from him, his mind’s eye being shown a plain white room with him and a centaur.
“I need your help, my master is out cold on the side of the road, I need your help to bring her here.” It said with great authority.
“Where is your master?” The moment he asked, a visual formed around him to show the southern road. On the side of it, about sixteen miles away from his home, he saw a girl, that looked to be fifteen laying on the side of the road. Covered head to toe in mud, she looked like part of the earth itself. He would have even taken her for the land had he not spotted her fire red hair. The moment he spotted her the image faded.
So will you help me?” “Lets go.”
And with that he was brought out of the vision. Jumping onto the horses back with great strength, it headed off with un-normal speed. The whole time he had the nagging feeling, that the girl he had seen was someone he had known before.
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Lightning struck across the sky sending the night into momentary daylight. The rain pounded down unmercifully with the help of the howling wind to make it one of the worst storms that had hit in 20 years. In all of this on a winding dirt path, rode a horse and its passenger.
A young girl of about 17, exhausted and almost blinded by the dark night storm, clung desperately to her black stallion. With only the bright lightning to keep her from falling asleep she bent down slowly to reach her horse's ear without falling off. As loudly as she could she said, "Whatever happens, do not stop for anything, keep on going and find a safe and helpful place." It was all she could get out with her croaked voice. Just as she had finished what she had said they suddenly turned quickly as lightning flashed, catching her off guard. Off center, she fell off her horse and onto the side of the path. Only hesitating for a moment to see if his master really meant what she had said, he turned back and ran quickly to find help for his master that lay unconscious beside the path.
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Chapter 1 Meeting Point
Darvel
The gray drizzling sky was all he could see through the cracks in his thick curtains. He hadn't been able to get up last night, and slept for a full twenty-four hours, something he hardly did. This now meant that he would be up all day, unable to go out to town like he had wanted to. Sighing he sat up with a grunt and threw his legs over the side of the bed. As if on cue a large ginger mass launched itself at him just as he ducked down.
"Don't even start with me Harsha, I'm clearly not in the mood."
The large dog turned its head to the side before striking a stuck up pose, as if it had done nothing wrong at all.
Laughing slightly, he pulled himself up from his sitting position and walked over to the dresser. Pulling out a pair of cotton trousers and a light sweater, he threw them on and headed to the trap door that lead from his room to the rest of the house. He could smell the slight hint of burnt toast from the kitchen and his mother lightly cursing the night god. Something she seemed to do often when he was supposedly not around.
“You know mother, it’s not well of you to curse the god which I must serve. That really won’t help our matter.”
The sound of his voice startled her, making her drop the plate of toast that was in fact burnt to a crisp. Looking away quickly she tried to clean it up before he could see. She was always a few minutes slow though.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t up last night to make you breakfast mom. Just give me about two minutes to heat up my freezing hands and I’ll get right to work.”
Without waiting for a reply he headed for the little stove and thrust his hands into the depths of the fire itself. A slight gasp that was cut short came from behind him. His mother had always found it odd and slightly scary that he could do things that no other human should have been able to do. She just kept forgetting that he wasn’t fully human anymore.
Rolling his eyes he pretended as if he hadn’t heard and left his hands there for another minute or so before removing them. Looking at his hands and wiggling his figures he stood up a little straighter, turning to his mother. “A missions is coming upon me mother. I don’t know when or in what form, but I can feel it.” And with that he put on his shadow cloak and headed out the door.
It was a cool morning; the ground was soaked and turned to mud from all the rain that must have fallen in the night. Sidestepping as many puddles as he could, he walked the half mile behind the house to reach the barn.
”Time to catch those bloody chickens this morning.”
Putting the hood of his cloak up, he stepped into the shadowed barn and completely disappeared. But the moment he stepped inside he knew something was amiss. In the back of the barn, where the light was not shining, he could see shinning black eyes staring back at him. With the cloak he knew that he would be unnoticed by the creature, and would be able to find what it was. Taking confident steps toward it he was thrust backwards but two strong hooves.
The power behind the kick sent his hurtling to the front of the barn once again. Almost landing on his head he did a summersault in mid air, landing with heavy grace to the ground. The creature moved to follow him, its stature huge. Larger than any horse he had ever seen or heard of. Its posture suggested such power beyond what it looked like, and it looked rather powerful to begin with.
He watched as it moved in front of him, leaning its head against his before he knew what was going on. With a great rush his eyes had been taken away from him, his mind’s eye being shown a plain white room with him and a centaur.
“I need your help, my master is out cold on the side of the road, I need your help to bring her here.” It said with great authority.
“Where is your master?” The moment he asked, a visual formed around him to show the southern road. On the side of it, about sixteen miles away from his home, he saw a girl, that looked to be fifteen laying on the side of the road. Covered head to toe in mud, she looked like part of the earth itself. He would have even taken her for the land had he not spotted her fire red hair. The moment he spotted her the image faded.
So will you help me?” “Lets go.”
And with that he was brought out of the vision. Jumping onto the horses back with great strength, it headed off with un-normal speed. The whole time he had the nagging feeling, that the girl he had seen was someone he had known before.
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