Magickcello
August 18th,2002, 05:32 AM
This story isent very good, but I hope it at least gets some replies:blush:
In this universe, there are two well known dimensions: Past and Present.
But what most do not realise, is that these two dimensions are linked....
Time accures all at once, though we expirence it day to day....
Those who find this link, are able to alter the course of destiny.......
Aeraith rode across the field, her horses' hooves thudding on the soft ground. Her heart raced from the exhilerating gallop on that May evening. Her dark hair whipped across her face, grey eyes sharp and alert, scanning the blurred scenery as it rushed past. Horse and rider entered a grove of lush, green elms. Tugging on the reigns, Aeraith slowed her horse to a stop on the muddy bank before a wide stream. Breathless, cheeks blushed from the crisp air, Aeraith caught her breath as her black steed took a drink from the stream. Aeraith's eyes darted to and fro. There was something ominous by the way a heavy silence fell the woods. There was a tense, stillness in the air, as if a menacing figure would appear from the trees. Aeraith swore she heard soft foot falls, but as soon as she was aware of them, they stopped, seeming to sense her presence until she was convinced it was the melodic gurgling of the stream. Jumping from the saddle, Aeraith led her horse away from the stream, deeper into the trees. She didnt like the foreboding atmosphere that surrounded the stream. The feeling grew as she walked deeper in the woods, and became so strong she drew her sword from its sheath, the elvish blade ringing metallic cold into the stiff air. A twig snapped, breaking the silence and Aeraith flew around, pointing her sword tip dangerously close to the face of the man.....
Amaleah lifted the cardboard box, its weight balanced under the crook of her arm. Candle in hand, her feet paded silently through the dark apartment. Amaleah just moved into the place after turning 19, and the power shortage in Boston had cut off the electricity and made it impossible to unpack. Amaleah felt her mind drift back to the box she was carrying. She had found it while moving from Aunt Cayrolyn's house after her death, stuffed inside a long abandoned cabnet in the basement. After seeing C.E.S DO NOT OPEN scrawled across the top and sides of the box she had secretly clamied it as hers. She entered her candle lit room, unopened boxes scattered carelessly across the floor, and set the box she carried on top of her mattress. Opening the box, a familar yet long-forgotten scent reached Amaleah's nose and for a moment she tried to remember everything she had needed and missed so much in the past 14 years. A hanger was first in the box, lain across a folded coat, underneith, several pictures and in a brown leather pouch old reading glasses. The only thing that survived the crash that killed her parents, leaving her orphaned at age five. Amaleah dug further on, finding a first edition copy of the Silmarillion, with a worn cover which had been torn and taped together again in several different places like it had been read over and over. As Amaleah carefully removed the book, rays of brilliant white light shot out, like a birth of a star in a black night to a world of shadow and darkness. Amaleah cried out in suprise, staggering back and covering her eyes from the blinding brightness. The light illuminated the shadowy room, casting dancing patterns of light across the wall like sunlight glittering across ripples of water. In a half trance, Amaleah reached inside the box for the source of the hypnotysing light, but before she could, a strong arm knocked her hand out of the way and gripped the back of her neck, squeezing it until Amaleah could feel her eyes roll up in her head and against her will, her mind passed into the dark of unconciousness.....
thats it so far :) the first part of my story isent to exciting but it should get better the further I get into it..... :grin: ;)
In this universe, there are two well known dimensions: Past and Present.
But what most do not realise, is that these two dimensions are linked....
Time accures all at once, though we expirence it day to day....
Those who find this link, are able to alter the course of destiny.......
Aeraith rode across the field, her horses' hooves thudding on the soft ground. Her heart raced from the exhilerating gallop on that May evening. Her dark hair whipped across her face, grey eyes sharp and alert, scanning the blurred scenery as it rushed past. Horse and rider entered a grove of lush, green elms. Tugging on the reigns, Aeraith slowed her horse to a stop on the muddy bank before a wide stream. Breathless, cheeks blushed from the crisp air, Aeraith caught her breath as her black steed took a drink from the stream. Aeraith's eyes darted to and fro. There was something ominous by the way a heavy silence fell the woods. There was a tense, stillness in the air, as if a menacing figure would appear from the trees. Aeraith swore she heard soft foot falls, but as soon as she was aware of them, they stopped, seeming to sense her presence until she was convinced it was the melodic gurgling of the stream. Jumping from the saddle, Aeraith led her horse away from the stream, deeper into the trees. She didnt like the foreboding atmosphere that surrounded the stream. The feeling grew as she walked deeper in the woods, and became so strong she drew her sword from its sheath, the elvish blade ringing metallic cold into the stiff air. A twig snapped, breaking the silence and Aeraith flew around, pointing her sword tip dangerously close to the face of the man.....
Amaleah lifted the cardboard box, its weight balanced under the crook of her arm. Candle in hand, her feet paded silently through the dark apartment. Amaleah just moved into the place after turning 19, and the power shortage in Boston had cut off the electricity and made it impossible to unpack. Amaleah felt her mind drift back to the box she was carrying. She had found it while moving from Aunt Cayrolyn's house after her death, stuffed inside a long abandoned cabnet in the basement. After seeing C.E.S DO NOT OPEN scrawled across the top and sides of the box she had secretly clamied it as hers. She entered her candle lit room, unopened boxes scattered carelessly across the floor, and set the box she carried on top of her mattress. Opening the box, a familar yet long-forgotten scent reached Amaleah's nose and for a moment she tried to remember everything she had needed and missed so much in the past 14 years. A hanger was first in the box, lain across a folded coat, underneith, several pictures and in a brown leather pouch old reading glasses. The only thing that survived the crash that killed her parents, leaving her orphaned at age five. Amaleah dug further on, finding a first edition copy of the Silmarillion, with a worn cover which had been torn and taped together again in several different places like it had been read over and over. As Amaleah carefully removed the book, rays of brilliant white light shot out, like a birth of a star in a black night to a world of shadow and darkness. Amaleah cried out in suprise, staggering back and covering her eyes from the blinding brightness. The light illuminated the shadowy room, casting dancing patterns of light across the wall like sunlight glittering across ripples of water. In a half trance, Amaleah reached inside the box for the source of the hypnotysing light, but before she could, a strong arm knocked her hand out of the way and gripped the back of her neck, squeezing it until Amaleah could feel her eyes roll up in her head and against her will, her mind passed into the dark of unconciousness.....
thats it so far :) the first part of my story isent to exciting but it should get better the further I get into it..... :grin: ;)