Chapter Four
The Valley of Suffering
A deathly silent sensation crept over Serelana as she stepped along the stone path that lay only a few elf-lengths from the ridge of the Valley of Suffering. Although the customary sounds of birds and crickets had been present on the ledge, the closer they got to the valley the eerier and quieter it became.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
Alamyre sighed with fake exasperation. “Of course! We don’t go anywhere near the Valley of Suffering, we just have a quick look around, and then we leave if we don’t find the guy. Ok?”
“Ok.” Serelana glanced around. “How will we ever find him?”
Alamyre was about to answer when a frantic sound came from the trees. “No! The night of the rising! The rising! Danger!”
“As you were saying?” Alamyre inquired sarcastically, then bounded after the sound with Serelana following. The entered a very small glade of trees that was only half-lit by the moon. The branches were dark silhouettes against the inky sky. The two elves peered at a hunched figure a few elf-lengths away, murmuring inaudible things. Serelana cleared her throat. “Er—excuse me? We’re wondering…wondering about the battles beyond that meadows. You wouldn’t happen to know who we’re at war with, would you?”
“Or if the dragons are helping?” Alamyre added, her eyes sparkling.
The murmurs continued for a moment, then they stopped and the figure snapped upright abruptly. A pair of huge, swirling eyes sliced through the shadows, as they morphed back and forth from dark green to light amber. “No! The Valley of Suffering! The rising! The danger! Go; hurry, before it’s too late!” Serelana stifled a scream as they eyes seemed to move closer, entrancing her with their glare. Then Alamyre jerked her arm and they fled, hearing the prophetic wails of fear after them.
“W-what do you think he meant by the ‘rising’?” Alamyre said nervously as their long legs matched strides.
“I don’t know, and I’m certain that I don’t want to find out!” Serelana replied. “Let’s just go!”
Serelana was just beginning to hope that they’d make it to the hill when a rasping noise clawed its way from the ominous valley. Alamyre froze and stared at the darkness. Willing herself to remain calm, Serelana followed her friend’s gaze and quickly lost control of those feelings.
Long, dark claws of shadow curled up from the valley. An eerie, mournful wailing circulated up and formed a tornado of pain around the girls, immobilizing them. Serelana shrieked as a glinting pair of eyes appeared from the darkness. The twin points of devilish evil flitted from her to Alamyre, and then they enlarged and seemed to suck the elves up in a whirlwind of noise, fear, and anger. Serelana felt the breath knocked from her body just before blackness doused her senses.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Sorry
Okay, I'm sorry for not keeping up on posts. I'll post my next WIAPT chapter now, but the joke and story I'll just do offhand, not every week. Sorry.
Chapter Three
Journey into Danger
Serelana watched the group break up and go their separate ways after the breath-taking song. Alamyre sat beside her on the hillcrest, cradling her knees to her chin as they inhaled the cool night air. “I wonder where your parents are.” She remarked casually. Serelana blinked her green eyes. Alamyre had parents at least, although she never spoke of them much. Whether they loved her or not was another question entirely. The two elves rarely conversed with Alamyre and her older brother, portraying an egotistical air.
“I’d just like to know who they’re battling. Are they safe? What kind of powers does this other side have? I mean, it’s real unnerving.”
Alamyre nodded without turning her head. “What’s this war all about anyway? I wish we could find out why everyone is fighting. I heard a rumor that even the dragons are involved.”
“You’re crazy; the dragons haven’t cooperated with us since…since…when?”
“Since never. Still though, it’s worth thinking about.” Alamyre sighed, then her eyes lit up and she turned to her friend. “I bet I know how we could find out! My father once told my mother that he had crossed paths with a creature who raved about such things.”
“Creature?”
“Yes, er, something like that. Nothing harmful, I’m sure.”
“Where was it that your father met him?”
“Erm…well, it was…”
“Spit it out, Alamyre.”
“On the west ridge of the Valley of Suffering.”
“WHAT? You have got to be kidding me. You want to go down there? That’s forbidden! You know the only ones who live there are the once who are banished from the Elven Meadows! And you want us-- me to go chasing after some rumored…thing?!” Serelana set her jaw firmly. “No way.”
“Oh come on, be a sport. We don’t even have to go in, you heard me; it was along the west ridge. We can just go down and come right back. Easy! Besides, you want to know where you parents are, don’t you?” Alamyre pleaded with Serelana for many more minutes, her eyes a swirl of amber and dark purple. Serelana stubbornly refused, but then she glanced down and saw the desire in her friend’s deep eyes, and grumbled, “Oh, alright, but we do not go in, understand?” Alamyre grinned, showing her pearly white teeth that were perfectly straight. “Great! When shall we go?”
“Oh…tonight I guess. Will your parents be up?”
“Nah, they don’t last past the moon’s half-climax.”
“Fine then, meet me here at the three-quarter climax.” Serelana nodded as the two elves parted. As she bounded home on silent feet, she groaned. “I hope I know what I’m doing.”
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A chilly night breeze buffeted the small oaken hollow as Serelana stuffed a few essentials into her plant-woven pack by the silvery moonbeam light. A piece of what the Northerners called ‘Parien fruit’, a morsel with a slightly sour tang. Then some seasoned rolls, a rope, a hair band made of grasses, and one last item that Serelana had never taken from its home. A Periah flower, with a pink-purple hue that had been given to Serelana from her mother. The flower contained a small amount of magic, something Serelana had never dealt with, and the magic had not only kept the flower from wilting, but it was supposedly good luck.
Serelana tucked the flower into her bag and reached into a small maple cupboard that she kept in her little hollow. From it she drew the long, billowing brown cloak that her father had given her before he left. “Every time you wear it,” he had said, “you will feel my warm embrace.” Serelana clutched the soft folds to her body and could imagine her father’s long arms wrapping around her. Freeing herself from the spell and stuffing the cloak in her pack, she slung t over her should and tiptoed down the weaving branches, stopping to whisper, “I’m sorry Rinana.”
The moon was only a few more minutes away from reaching its three-quarter cycle as Serelana bounded across the hill-filled meadows. As she reached the crest of the hill once more, she marveled at how different the Circle of Music looked without the setting sun shining on it.
“Psssst!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Serelana slid down the embankment and crept into the cave that the crest made. Alamyre’s light pink eyes shone at her from the dark. “You ready?”
“As ready as I could ever be for what we’re about to do.”
“Don’t be so skeptical. Come on!” Alamyre tugged at her friend’s arm and Serelana reluctantly followed until they stood under the moon. Without a word, they began running northwest. The trees, tall, dark, and swaying in the wind, sped by as a blur when Serelana and Alamyre ran their fullest. The moon seemed to be getting ever closer. The two elves reached the bottom of a large hill, and began working their way up to the top. It was no hard task for them. As they reached the top, Serelana peered over and caught her breath. Below them lay a vast expanse of grass, and just beyond that, foreboding, leafless trees stood erect in a long oval shape. Inside the space they formed, was an abyss. It was dark, with no moonlight illuminating it, although moonlight touched everywhere else. The shadows of the trees melted into nothing, their white bark glowing eerily in the light.
Serelana gulped.
Chapter Three
Journey into Danger
Serelana watched the group break up and go their separate ways after the breath-taking song. Alamyre sat beside her on the hillcrest, cradling her knees to her chin as they inhaled the cool night air. “I wonder where your parents are.” She remarked casually. Serelana blinked her green eyes. Alamyre had parents at least, although she never spoke of them much. Whether they loved her or not was another question entirely. The two elves rarely conversed with Alamyre and her older brother, portraying an egotistical air.
“I’d just like to know who they’re battling. Are they safe? What kind of powers does this other side have? I mean, it’s real unnerving.”
Alamyre nodded without turning her head. “What’s this war all about anyway? I wish we could find out why everyone is fighting. I heard a rumor that even the dragons are involved.”
“You’re crazy; the dragons haven’t cooperated with us since…since…when?”
“Since never. Still though, it’s worth thinking about.” Alamyre sighed, then her eyes lit up and she turned to her friend. “I bet I know how we could find out! My father once told my mother that he had crossed paths with a creature who raved about such things.”
“Creature?”
“Yes, er, something like that. Nothing harmful, I’m sure.”
“Where was it that your father met him?”
“Erm…well, it was…”
“Spit it out, Alamyre.”
“On the west ridge of the Valley of Suffering.”
“WHAT? You have got to be kidding me. You want to go down there? That’s forbidden! You know the only ones who live there are the once who are banished from the Elven Meadows! And you want us-- me to go chasing after some rumored…thing?!” Serelana set her jaw firmly. “No way.”
“Oh come on, be a sport. We don’t even have to go in, you heard me; it was along the west ridge. We can just go down and come right back. Easy! Besides, you want to know where you parents are, don’t you?” Alamyre pleaded with Serelana for many more minutes, her eyes a swirl of amber and dark purple. Serelana stubbornly refused, but then she glanced down and saw the desire in her friend’s deep eyes, and grumbled, “Oh, alright, but we do not go in, understand?” Alamyre grinned, showing her pearly white teeth that were perfectly straight. “Great! When shall we go?”
“Oh…tonight I guess. Will your parents be up?”
“Nah, they don’t last past the moon’s half-climax.”
“Fine then, meet me here at the three-quarter climax.” Serelana nodded as the two elves parted. As she bounded home on silent feet, she groaned. “I hope I know what I’m doing.”
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A chilly night breeze buffeted the small oaken hollow as Serelana stuffed a few essentials into her plant-woven pack by the silvery moonbeam light. A piece of what the Northerners called ‘Parien fruit’, a morsel with a slightly sour tang. Then some seasoned rolls, a rope, a hair band made of grasses, and one last item that Serelana had never taken from its home. A Periah flower, with a pink-purple hue that had been given to Serelana from her mother. The flower contained a small amount of magic, something Serelana had never dealt with, and the magic had not only kept the flower from wilting, but it was supposedly good luck.
Serelana tucked the flower into her bag and reached into a small maple cupboard that she kept in her little hollow. From it she drew the long, billowing brown cloak that her father had given her before he left. “Every time you wear it,” he had said, “you will feel my warm embrace.” Serelana clutched the soft folds to her body and could imagine her father’s long arms wrapping around her. Freeing herself from the spell and stuffing the cloak in her pack, she slung t over her should and tiptoed down the weaving branches, stopping to whisper, “I’m sorry Rinana.”
The moon was only a few more minutes away from reaching its three-quarter cycle as Serelana bounded across the hill-filled meadows. As she reached the crest of the hill once more, she marveled at how different the Circle of Music looked without the setting sun shining on it.
“Psssst!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Serelana slid down the embankment and crept into the cave that the crest made. Alamyre’s light pink eyes shone at her from the dark. “You ready?”
“As ready as I could ever be for what we’re about to do.”
“Don’t be so skeptical. Come on!” Alamyre tugged at her friend’s arm and Serelana reluctantly followed until they stood under the moon. Without a word, they began running northwest. The trees, tall, dark, and swaying in the wind, sped by as a blur when Serelana and Alamyre ran their fullest. The moon seemed to be getting ever closer. The two elves reached the bottom of a large hill, and began working their way up to the top. It was no hard task for them. As they reached the top, Serelana peered over and caught her breath. Below them lay a vast expanse of grass, and just beyond that, foreboding, leafless trees stood erect in a long oval shape. Inside the space they formed, was an abyss. It was dark, with no moonlight illuminating it, although moonlight touched everywhere else. The shadows of the trees melted into nothing, their white bark glowing eerily in the light.
Serelana gulped.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Comics
Okay, so I guess I'll change my name to Flamestar or Firestar. That's seriously wierd, but...
My profile
I redid my profile, so check it out. Also, my name now is Flamestar, or the Black Widow. Yes, the Black Widow is not very popular and some of you might not know who she even is. She's a Marvel comic hero with red hair (I might as well confess, everyone knows except Jared Loucks and vickychick), and green eyes (darn) who teams with Captain America, Spiderman, Thor, and...other people. So she's my new alias.
Edited later:
Never mind, the Black Widow is too much of a gangster. I'm either Firestar, Phoenix(not as in the blogger, as in the superhero), or...yeah.
Edited later:
Never mind, the Black Widow is too much of a gangster. I'm either Firestar, Phoenix(not as in the blogger, as in the superhero), or...yeah.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
All links
On second thought, here's the link to all the "Hi I'm a Marvel..." stuff. Watch them all, they're hilarious. And they have no bad language, which is especially nice.
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_type=&search_query=hi+i%27m+a+marvel...and+i%27m+a+dc&aq=0&oq=Hi%2C+I%27m+a+M
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_type=&search_query=hi+i%27m+a+marvel...and+i%27m+a+dc&aq=0&oq=Hi%2C+I%27m+a+M
Spiderman vs. Batman
Unfortunately I couldn't firgure out how to post a youtube video, so here's the link the a Spiderman/Batman arguement. It's clean and it's hilarious. There are many others of this 'Hi I'm a Marvel and I'm a dc' series, so watch some others! They all rock. lol
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azGhHh9mV_Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azGhHh9mV_Q
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Prayer Request
Speaking of cancer...:o(
I bet some of you have heard of Sydney Ives. She's a ten year old girl diagnosed with brain cancer, and though it looked like she was getting better for a while, the doctors have now given her 2-3 weeks to live. Her aunt goes to my church and is my Sunday school teacher. They're having a really hard time with it. Sydney was named Icehog for a day, taken to Six Flags America, and given a puppy, all things she wanted to do. She says she is ready to die and be with Jesus, so please pray that her family would recieve her peace and that maybe, God would do a miracle.
I bet some of you have heard of Sydney Ives. She's a ten year old girl diagnosed with brain cancer, and though it looked like she was getting better for a while, the doctors have now given her 2-3 weeks to live. Her aunt goes to my church and is my Sunday school teacher. They're having a really hard time with it. Sydney was named Icehog for a day, taken to Six Flags America, and given a puppy, all things she wanted to do. She says she is ready to die and be with Jesus, so please pray that her family would recieve her peace and that maybe, God would do a miracle.
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