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| Topic Started: Oct 27 2009, 09:33 AM (22 Views) | |
| Wes | Oct 27 2009, 09:33 AM Post #1 |
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I just realized I never posted any of this stuff on here for you wonderful people to  First piece is a story I started years ago, but managed to hit a major block on. My friend's helping me develop it a bit further, so I should be adding more before long. ------ In a forgotten land, far away... "Well, we're here." A family of four stands outside an old castle. A pair of twin children, and their mother and father. All of them wear cloaks to protect against the biting wind, and all of them have their long hair tied back to keep it out of their faces. The children and their mother are wearing belts with long-bladed daggers while the father has a longsword strapped to his back. The father has a look of sorrow in his grey eyes as he stares at the castle; it is he that had spoken. The other look on in wonderment and anxiety. "I can't believe you've finally brought us here, Father," the son says. "After all the stories we've heard, I almost didn't think it existed," the daughter whispers. The mother lays a hand on her husband's arm. "Are you sure you want to be here?" she asks him softly, voice full of nervousness. After a short pause, he answers. "I am sure. This place brings me much heartache and sorrow, but it's time for the children to learn my story." He realizes the twins have disappeared. He looks around, spotting them near a rock pile and chuckles a little. "Always children," he mutters to himself. "Zakariah, Zarina, come on! We're going inside," he shouts to them. "But Dad..." Zarina whines. "We're having fun!" Zakariah pops his head up. "I bet there's cool stuff inside! Come on, Zar!" he exclaims as he scrambles down the rocks to catch up with his parents. Zarina, not wanting to be left behind, sighs and follows after him. "Mother, Father, I'm home..." the father murmurs to himself. He takes a step towards the castle, but is stopped by his wife's voice. "Jason, I'm still not sure about this," she tells him as she eyes the old structure. "It's fine, trust me," he assures her. He goes back and gives her a comforting hug. "Look, Trinity. This building, my home, has been standing for centuries. The children should learn it's history while they can. "Mom! Dad! Hurry up!" an agitated voice calls. Zarina and Zakariah jump and wave trying to get their parents attention. Jason and Trinity smile and wave back, then start walking towards the entrance. As the family walks inside, they pass an old, unnoticed sign crumbling with age. A sign with a picture of a bird flying in front of a mountain range with one word underneath it: Drathmyer. As the family enters the dark corridors of the castle, Jason lights a torch to help them see better. When they make it to the throne room, they all help start a fire so they can warm up. "We're going to explore," say the twins as the drop their cloaks and take off down the corridor, their blue and silver hair streaming behind them. Trinity goes to stop them, but Jason lays a hand on her arm. "It's a small castle, they'll be fine. I'll call them when we need them," he tells her. "I hope you're right," she sighs. "Zarina, look at this!" Zakariah exclaims, pointing at a gold sculpture of a hawk with silver-lined, outstretched wings and jade eyes. "It's beautiful," Zarina whispers, reaching out to caress one of the wings. She suddenly jerks her hand back, and the wing falls to the ground. "Careful, Zar!" Zakariah tells her. He notices how she's nursing her hand, and takes a closer look. "You're bleeding. What happened?" "The wing...it cut me..." she murmurs. She bends down and takes a closer look at the wing. "No wonder...it looks like some sort of blade...." She gingerly picks the wing up by what looks like a handle sticking out where it would have attached to the statue. Suddenly, the wing starts glowing. Zakariah carefully detaches the other wingblade, and, gripping it's handle, slowly swings it a few times watching as it takes on a similar glow. "I think these are enchanted...maybe we should go show Mom and Dad...." Zarina nods in agreement and the twins take off down the corridor to find their parents. As they disappear down the hall, the jade eyes of the hawk statue start to glow faintly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Darkness... Darkness above...below...around... Voices issue from unseen persons. One soft as silk, yet hiding malicious intent. The other, sweet as an angel, yet coarse as sandpaper. "We've been trapped a long time, Brother." "Indeed, dear Sister. But it seems as if our time has finally come. The keys have been removed, and the seal is weakening. Soon, we will be out of here, ready to get our revenge." "Oh how I cannot wait." |
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