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Bravo once again! Your way of describing things really puts an interesting image into the reader's mind. I could honestly see you as a proffesional writer with a bit more practice. Half the time I was reading all this, it could have easily been a book I've read! Keep up the awesome writing and I hope to see more soon!
Sunshine did not intend to set that morning. Grassland conversed into rock. Land that was once plentiful was now empty in soul and beauty. The thief could feel a change in environment as he stepped off of the thick grass. Terrain was now stone, and the mountainous region was so solid...it could not afflict any rock slides.
"This was once a city..."The boy examined, feeling the rough stone on his heels, "With plenty resources, populated somewhat..."
Clutching a teddy bear hanging off a rock, Thief sighed, "It was a refuge camp..."
Memories came to the boys mind, causing him to lean on a boulder
"It was a massacre..."The thief replied, his voice faintly echoing in the dream.
"Tents burnt to the ground, thread moving away with the wind. People ran, but could not survive the great horror approaching them. Fire and rock plummeted them to the destroyed earth, playing with their deaths like wind with leaves. Cries and screams filled the dense air...they are here"
The boy tripped on the boulder, sliding off of it into the large way down. Gripping onto the bump on the stone, he gasped.
Thief grabbed his hand, and pulled him up from the unsatisfying grave, "What are you doing?" He asked, and continued to walk.
The clumsy child only walked with him, sprinting to catch up.
"The Highwind Range is the last place to fool around” The thief thought, beginning to climb up a rocky wall, "I hope you don't mind heights, Rider"
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The dragon was too close to is prey, he could smell it. Diving down into the rocky canyon, faster than the strongest stallion, "Flesh!" He roared, sensing the mortals nearby his reach. He continued down the pass.
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The boy was tired, dazing off as he reached the top. Thief had his hand on the side, ready to grasp the little palm struggling to reach, "Come on Mr. Rider, I can smell something in the air..." Thief was distracted, and put his finger on the stone underneath him, "This stone has been touched before..."
When Hall pushed himself up, he found a little creature pecking at his head. Thief laughed, gently sliding his finger under the birds feet, "It's a Rahvenar...I thought these migrated in the summer!"
The boy felt the creatures wings, "They do..." Hall examined the feathers, "It is cold...we need a fire going!'
Thief laughed with a confused tone, "What? We can't stop here just for a bird...we need to get the stone to Bowerstone!"
"Don't you realize? They want us to go to bowerstone!" The boy replied, losing his balance.
As the two mocked each other, the bird slowly flied away. And in the shadow, the grew. Its feathers burst into the air, scales of red and black sliced the fur. A faint cry was heard, and the shadow of the little creature was now horrifically large. He druid was here.
"And who do you mean by they, boy?" He replied, kicking a stone off of the cliff, "We need to keep moving!"
A large roar was heard all along the mountainside, a murderous pitch that you could not escape. Thief looked at Hall with desperation, "We need to move!" The trio saw the large shadow moving on the ground, coming closer as they ran. The two mortals jumped over rock and stone to bypass the enemy.
Thief jumped over the large crack in the mountain, barely making it to the other side. And when he saw Hall stopping at the other end, his eyes opened, "You can make it Hall...just jump!"
Hall started to become dizzy. The boy began to daze off, falling next to a large rock.
Thief couldn't believe his eyes. Hall could hear his assurance, "Hall! You can make it over...you need to jump!"
"I'm right here!" Thief shouted.
A dark figure slowly flew over his head. Somehow, the creature could paralyze his thoughts, making his mind mince. It was a magical trance.
"Hall!" The assassin shouted again.
And when the last words of the Thief were spent, a striking talon meshed onto his cloak.
The child could not believe what he heard...the sounds of a dragon, "It's here"
Thief pulled out his knife, continuing to stab the foot of the horrible creature. The giant whelp cried in pain, and tossed the assassin in the air. Thief swirled and flipped towards the ground, trying to find some way to survive the hit. Though, when he did, the dragon picked him back up in the air.
The sharp scales of the creature rose up from its skin. Its teeth, sharp as the most effective blade. The eyes and blood-thirsty as a bloodhound.
The struggling man tried to clutch his blade, the dragon budged his movements by soaring up into the sky. Focused on the direction, Thief could tell this Dragon was scarce in whelp instinct. Climbing up the leg, the swordsman began to reach the top of the ferocious dragon. The fire-breather spiraled in the air, Thief on the back...the dragon twirling about. The assassin could barely hold on.
Losing his grip, Thief found use with the scales. Though slippery, they could be a great source of resistance. And as his palm could not clutch any longer, the assassin pulled out his blade.
Jaric saw this, and smashed the Thief’s ribs by swinging his long tail. But the rogue still held on. Gripping the wing, he started to pull the dragon down from the high altitude.
The large dragon roared in pain, flapping his wings to slip the ranger off.
Dawn was breaking, the final sunrise had come for the day. Hall could see the dragon and the thief slowly fly from the clouds, he began to worry. And when Thief had his last grip on the Dragon, the child widened his eyes.
The dragon and the assassin spiraled through a narrow hole in a canyon top, and then it happened. Thief slipped off of the scale, and began to fall. He could hear Halls voice in the distance, "No!"
Thief desperately gripped the cliff Hall was on, using his spare knife as a support, but it was no use. He was out of sight from the little boy. And a large splash from the ground was echoed through out the canyon.
Hall could not cry, for he was too surprised. The dragon, just a faint fight, began to fly back towards the child. The creature knew he had the stone.
It all became slow.
Jaric crushed a wall of rocks next to Hall, missing the youth by a foot or so. The traumatized child began to run towards the opening into the mountains, breaking several tears. Life that once was, seemed to be forgotten.
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"A new race will arise" The countess shouted, sitting politely on her throne.
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The child slowly ran from the Dragon, who was soaring towards him, letting out his terrible roar.
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"Of fire and ash" The old woman cheered, watching the guards pushing the bandits into deep holes in the ground. They were dark pits, forged to create terrible things. And when the first revealed itself from the pit, it let out a terrible roar.
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Hall slid into a narrow hole in the front of the mountain, covering himself from the wave of fire flowing through out the rocky center.
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The slouched creature tightened its fists. It was a Houndin, a descendant from an Orc and a wolf. Forged from a bandit, the terrible transaction had no positive ends.
A Houndin slouched like a werewolf, and had the terrible speed and strength like an Orc...but a raising snout and jaw. Their fangs lay out of their lips, coating with their terrible snot and residue. "Who is your master" Alsea mused, raising the jaw of the horrific creature.
The Houndin bent the sword given to him into a full circle, "Silverthorne...”
(I sort of took that from lord of the rings, but it's just such a classic line...it had to be put in here)
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Hall remembered the great pines and grasses he left behind to travel to this place. He could hear the graceful sounds of the Sirens signing through out the village,
Time has passed, now life has begun
Will tomorrow bring us the life we had today ---------
Thief slowly floated along the bank, his hand still grasping his sword...his eyes slowly shut. His time in this life seemed to be over
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Will we hear what we have heard
Or darkness take us away
The lonely blind boy could only weep under the rock, his hand over his face, his tears flowing down the rocky side.
-END OF CHAPTER 9-
Well, about this chapter. I basically wanted you to see it in your mind more than just quickly read it. It does look like a short chapter, but I hope you can imagine the sheer length of it.
Thanks,
LHT
(Also, any spelling errors I put in there...my apologies )
Last edited by LionHeadTex : 06-16-2007 at 06:32 PM.
I would love to see you as a professional writer. You certainly have an incredible talent with descriptions and you put some detail into your writing, making it a wonderful piece of work. I don't know how you do it, but your storylines, etc. are flawless and truly enjoyable. Please keep writing, I can't stop reading this!!
Preview for Chapter 10
(I would complete it, but I just got back from lacrosse practice)
Alsea took a sip of her wine, combing her mind of what to do next. Her hair was gruff, and her body was aging. She could feel the grasp of power and malevolence trapping her in its cold embrace. But she did not fear this gratitude, rather she enjoyed it. For what Silverthorne could receive for sacrifice would be far past life or death.
"Immortality" She mused, beginning to walk towards the balcony.
Rattles and clanks were heard outside. Bursts of flame and spark touched the balcony, but did not harm the countess. And when Alsea reached the end of the elevation, she saw what she thought was beauty.
Tens of thousands of Houndine were breeding from their pits. Crawling, feeding on the guards that fell in.
"Lady Alsea..." A voice exclaimed in the shadows.
The countess gracefully glided herself to the voice, slightly grinning as she entered inside. Her server was here.
But when the visitor revealed himself, the countess's grace faded away. It was Jaric, back from the long hunt for the stone. He knew Alsea was most unpleased.
"The thief has been eleminated" He muttered, waling towards the balcony.
Silverthorn pitched her high heels and stepped on Jaric’s cloak. Tharn stopped, and sighed.
"What of the boy?" She asked and opened her hand. Slowly yet painfully, she began to lure Jaric towards the Balcony, casting dark magic on his Druidic mind.
Jaric gasped, struggling to move his arms, "Gone" He stuttered. His throat began to turn dark red like blood itself.
"I'm sorry?" Alsea asked, "Your pity is blinding your voice" Jaric began to moan from the pain, clutching his bare fists from the evil cast.
"Gone!" He replied.
Alsea strengthened the grasp even more, creating a shift in the room, "Where is the stone Tharn?"
Jaric widened his eyes, desperate to breathe, "No...Think of everything I have accomplished...your anger is overcoming you, countess!"
Alsea came face to face with her servant, and began to closer her hand, "It is anger that is bringing me riches...anger is not overcoming me!" The desperate druid was forced off of the balcony, still in the magical lure, "No...Alsea, properly examine your actions---"
"You fool, my actions are but a small portion of the power I will conceive" Alsea grinned, and began to laugh, "For you are afraid of my actions...you are afraid of what power might make you!"
Jaric's throat was tightened even more, "A monster?" Alsea shouted, "Do not fear my power, Tharn"
"No!" The servant shouted, pushed farther off from the balcony. Below him, lay the large pit of Houndine sprouting from the fire.
"Feed from the darkness" The countess mused, and released Jaric into the hellish prison.
Past the guards patrolling it, Jaric fell into the dangerous hole. He could not change his form, for he was too weak to do so. His only choice was to succumb to the rock and ash below. What would come out would be unknown, for now.
Alsea took a sip of her wine, combing her mind of what to do next. Her hair was gruff, and her body was aging. She could feel the grasp of power and malevolence trapping her in its cold embrace. But she did not fear this gratitude, rather she enjoyed it. For what Silverthorne could receive for sacrifice would be far past life or death.
"Immortality" She mused, beginning to walk towards the balcony.
Rattles and clanks were heard outside. Bursts of flame and spark touched the balcony, but did not harm the countess. And when Alsea reached the end of the elevation, she saw what she thought was beauty.
Tens of thousands of Houndine were breeding from their pits. Crawling, feeding on the guards that fell in.
"Lady Alsea..." A voice exclaimed in the shadows.
The countess gracefully glided herself to the voice, slightly grinning as she entered inside. Her server was here.
But when the visitor revealed himself, the countess's grace faded away. It was Jaric, back from the long hunt for the stone. He knew Alsea was most unpleased.
"The thief has been eleminated" He muttered, waling towards the balcony.
Silverthorn pitched her high heels and stepped on Jaric’s cloak. Tharn stopped, and sighed.
"What of the boy?" She asked and opened her hand. Slowly yet painfully, she began to lure Jaric towards the Balcony, casting dark magic on his Druidic mind.
Jaric gasped, struggling to move his arms, "Gone" He stuttered. His throat began to turn dark red like blood itself.
"I'm sorry?" Alsea asked, "Your pity is blinding your voice" Jaric began to moan from the pain, clutching his bare fists from the evil cast.
"Gone!" He replied.
Alsea strengthened the grasp even more, creating a shift in the room, "Where is the stone Tharn?"
Jaric widened his eyes, desperate to breathe, "No...Think of everything I have accomplished...your anger is overcoming you, countess!"
Alsea came face to face with her servant, and began to closer her hand, "It is anger that is bringing me riches...anger is not overcoming me!" The desperate druid was forced off of the balcony, still in the magical lure, "No...Alsea, properly examine your actions---"
"You fool, my actions are but a small portion of the power I will conceive" Alsea grinned, and began to laugh, "For you are afraid of my actions...you are afraid of what power might make you!"
Jaric's throat was tightened even more, "A monster?" Alsea shouted, "Do not fear my power, Tharn"
"No!" The servant shouted, pushed farther off from the balcony. Below him, lay the large pit of Houndine sprouting from the fire.
"Feed from the darkness" The countess mused, and released Jaric into the hellish prison.
Past the guards patrolling it, Jaric fell into the dangerous hole. He could not change his form, for he was too weak to do so. His only choice was to succumb to the rock and ash below. What would come out would be unknown, for now.
Chapter 10-Hamoras, The Hidden City
Hall dazed into dream as he leaned against a rock wall, cold and hungry. His clothing marked with fire burns and rips. He felt weak.
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The silent marksman stared at the boy with flat eyes, and the boy asleep. Carrying Hall, the archer entered the pass across from him.
The short, strange man stared at Rider, and smiled. for when the two entered, a city revealed itself. The deep pass into the stone mountain shone with white light, gleaming several buildings. It was a sight for sharp eyes, for this settlement was somewhat hidden underneath the stone pass. But it was there. And when the morning horn blew, lights arised.
Lined like an ant colony, lights flickered across the under city. The buildings carved with Elfish and Druidic designs, chipped with stone and wood. They were implanted into the walls, decked to the top of the ceiling. This was no village, but an underground empire.
A bearded man, small but pudgy, stuck his head out of his pub. Letting out a mighty shout, he roared, "Wake up 'ya sleepeh' *******s!"
People began to look out their windows, bringing in their dry clothes and resources. Lights shone from below, and bridges began to connect. And like a pack of bears, the small people ran out of their settlements. The new day had just begun.
"Hamoras...the city of small..." The man grinned, and looked at the waking child, "Welcome to my home, blind boy"
The determined dwarf led Hall through one of the hidden city's four main levels, towards its central palace that led to the throne room of the king. Before they reached the throne, however, Hall began to gain conscience. For arriving at the granite doors, he saw light once again.
The throne as lined with white curves, and imbedded into the ground with fire and steel. Surrounding the throne lay lava, as hot and piercing as the Realm of the Ancients. Dark stirred in these parts.
"My King, I found this little dwarf outside Hamoras's grounds, lying on its pebbled surface" The Dwarf exclaimed, and walked closer, "he is in dire need of aid, milord"
But the king was in no mood. He was old, wrinkly, and aging. His beard split on his knees, and divided from then to several braids. His crown was crafted with great marble, and his plating was as gold as an ancient Phoenix. The King was somewhat angry.
"That is not one of our people, Tharodune son of Reghnoras..." The king mumbled, and forced his large cup of ail on the arm rest next to him, "It's one of the men...he's a boy"
The Dwarf, known as Harodune, began to strain from holding the boy for so long, "Do not be deceived by his people...this boy is innocent!"
The King of Hamoras began to laugh, and took out his map, "Let my servant quarter your...human" He grunted, and nodded to his humble servers.
As Hall was being carried away out of the Throne Room, Tharodune examined the map the King held. Walking towards the two Dwarves, the Captain of the Guard took the map from the King, "Excuse my impatience, loyal King"
The King only nodded, and continued to drink his ale.
The Captain took his pointing finger and trailed his nail across the land between Bowerstone and Hamoras, "Houndune have arrived in our grounds once again, but their smell from our lands ends in Bowerstone..."
Tharodune widened his eyes, "These monsters have not graced upon our lands…since--"
The plated guard stabbed his knife on Bowerstone, "Since the forging of Hamoras, yes...but dark magic has reborn them once again" He explained, and looked at Tharodune, "And they march towards Hamoras from all front flanks"
Tharodune's thoughts covered him, and he saw what the Captain was describing.
"The countess of Bowerstone, Alesia Silverthone, has sent five thousand Houndine towards our gates"
The countess shouted at the pile of Houndine below her balcony, "Destroy Hamoras...find the Stone and the child...I want to see the Dwarven city in flame and ash!"The wave of Houndine roared at Silverthorne, banging their sharp shields with their rusty blades. Their leather armor blanketed their hideous skin and their large helmets covered their faces from their predecessors.
"May this tell all of who stand against us, the shadow age has been reborn...post their Dwarven heads on your spears and swords...leave none alive and spread their blood along their stone walls!" The large group of Houndine spread along the palace and town, causing the locals to shriek in terror.
"And as a humble reward for your participation...clear my city of all who defy me...my city is now yours!"
Villagers’ ran, and babies cried. Many fled from the city, but the shopkeepers bravely stayed at their posts. But all who stayed were killed viscously. The large army of Houndune spread blackness across the city and through the gates. Great fire and molten ash and lava rose from the ground, forging the city to ruin.
Black clouds flew over the castle and the large city, eating all light that once gleamed through out. And then, destruction grew. Holes from the mountains surrounding Bowerstone seeped down into the insides of the range. Lava bursted from the holes. It was these dark mountains that no mortal has ever seen.
"Moltorghs, the Mountains of Scorn" The countess grinned, the spark and flame reflecting on her wine glass.
But out of these elevated pits lay monsters above comprehension. Dragons. Black scaled dragons cried out from the Moltorghs, tamed by weak Houndine fearlessly whipping them into loyalty. And the first face of the whelps rose from the lava, and roared in pain.
"Thorgh...war machines and servants of the dark lords"
"The march of the Houndune...has begun" The Captain said, gripping the knife on the map and looking down at the drawing of Albion.
Tharodune's eyes widened even more, and the hairs on his arms rose, "We're doomed..."
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A Minotaur along The Clear River snatched a fish from the ground, and snapped it in half. His pipe was dangling from his mouth, and his ripped hat tilted along his horns. Though enjoying the Fin, the humble creature could not ignore his Hat beginning to glide towards the river. Desperately trying to snatch it, his attempt failed.
The hat began to float along the clear water, and the Minotaur began to get angry. Clutching his fishing pole, the frustrated creature aimed towards the hat. Beginning to build up speed, the hook from the pole flew towards the cloth accessory. But, sadly, the hook reached a rock adjacent to the possession of the Minotaur.
"Well, that's nice...my first signature hat floating away in the---" The minotaur paused, and scratched his head. It was the body of a young man, floating along the water, sliding up on shore, "---Clear River..."
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The young mans eyes opened. He circulated his jaw so he could lose the cramp jointing it. It was Thief, but he wasn't standing along the rocky range. For as he desperately tried to move his hands, he found himself tied to a large branch, posted on top of a large fire.
The assassin heard the faint sounds of drums banging continuously. Slowly strumming to the violent grunts of the creatures, the sound of drums berated faster and faster around him. And when the shadows came closer to Thief, the drums ceased.
And then, A muscular Minotaur sniffed the catch, "Tender...and somewhat crisp from fire" He muttered, and then stopped his examination. The creature reached for his bags, grinning at the man hanging on the large stick. Thief's eyes widened, for he did not know what the Minotaur would draw. But when the item was revealed, it turned out this executioner was really the cook. He had pepper and salt shakers in his hands.
Spraying the two spices on the stranger, the cook began to mutter several words in Ancient Tauren, "Hundar luthar, rothar ghorah drohfu luru tunku tun"
Drums began to strum once again, and more Minotaur revealed themselves. Flaming their torches, their faces were slobbered with hunger and crave. Some with long braids, others with long and thick hair that reached to the end of their hide. They repeated what the cook muttered, and violently banged their frying pans and steel plated with spoons to knives, "Hundar luthar, rothar ghorah drohfu luru tunku tun!"
The sounds surrounded the thief, and began to sound louder and louder. Thief could only smile, "So..." He blew some pepper out of his nose, "What's for supper?"
The group of Minotaur began to laugh, rapidly banging their appliances even more. The cook exhaled air from his snout, letting the cold white air reach the thief. And as he talked, snot sprayed from his mouth, "Man flesh!"
Thief widened his eyes, and began to desperately wiggle his body off of the bonding. It was no use, his strain was pointless. He was bound to the Minotaur. But not only trapped on top of a burning flame, he was dinner.
A large Minotaur closed his mallet, and roared at the top of is lungs. His hair was braided down to the end of his spine, and an assortment of necklaces and signets were tied onto its ends. His tan leather sheeted his furry skin, and signified his Chief rank, “Silence!”
The drums halted, and the Minotaur’s closed their mouths. The Chieftain moved closer to the dinner he awaited. Noticing a horn tied on the side, his eyes watered, “My…my horn”
Seeing the Chieftain somewhat happier than he was, Thief took this as an advantage, “You are the one I saw in that camp…”
He could scarcely remember the day, for it was quite some time ago. Before he reached the mountains ahead, he was encountered by Minotaur’s. Still disguised as a bandit, Thief had to escape the grasp of the Chieftain Ghara-Dune. And as he remembered this, he saw himself taking the horn from the tree.
“So you are the man that took my beloved possession…” Dune grunted. He began to untie the thief’s bonds, and pushed is off the fire. The remaining Minotaur’s started to complain, not knowing why the Chieftain would allow a Thief, especially of an honorary item such a horn, get away with such a crime.
“He is wiser than I thought…follow me to my tent, boy” His braids moved in the wind while he signaled the assassin to follow. Thief did, following Ghara-Dune to converse.
-------------------- “I wish I never lived to see these days…” Hall told the thief.
Hall woke up from his long sleep. Some people that are blind cannot tell dream from reality, but not this boy. He had no fear of lies, for he had lived on too much. And as he walked towards his robe, a humble servant waddled in. It was a male dwarf, grumpy and rude, holding a plate of food. Hall nodded to the servant and began to eat the edibles he had received.
“Now eat up…I don’t serve seconds for men” The small man muttered, and watched the boy eat.
Rider placed the plate aside but continued to chew his bread. He then glanced at the servant, “Tell me, servant of the king,” Hall brushed the crumbs off of his clean leather shirt, “Why have your people ignored us?”
The servant was confused, and Hall coughed, “I mean…the men”
The dwarf could only sit on the stool next to him, and sigh, “That is a question only few ask,” He looked back at the boy, “Especially one of you…”
“You can trust me, master dwarf” Hall grinned, and put the blindfold adjacent to him on his face, tightening the knot, “I am but a blind boy of the east”
The dwarf mumbled several swear words, and straightened his beard, “west…east…south…all the same”
“Do you really mean that, master dwarf?” Hall asked, and closed his grin, “Or are you looking at but one of my people?” The child was signifying the count, and gripped his fists. The dwarf knew this meaning, and laughed.
“No…there are far more humans in this world that long for power,” The dwarf looked at the small picture of his family he pulled out from his pocket, “That desire to take Hamoras…”
Hall felt the map that stretched in front of him, feeling the bumps along the continental lines, “They want more than Hamoras, master dwarf…”
The servant grumbled, and wiggled on the stool, “Your speaking is wise, boy” His voice changed from confusion to anger, “Though, why should I trust on who is with the men who seek power, especially a blind boy of the east”
Hall kneeled to the dwarf, and put his hand on his shoulder, “I see many things…more than what people see with eyes” The child smiled, “And I have come to see that eyes are just the jesters of our souls…what really matter is what you feel.”
The dwarf grunted, “I did not wish for Hamoras to be this way…for evil to lurk on our doorstep, I am but a servant of this city”
“We do not wish for many things, master dwarf” The boy smiled, “My people or your people…but we must all ask ourselves,”
The dwarf looked outside the window, and watched the children skip across the stone ground. Hall continued, “Will we sacrifice what we have…will we let the things we fear take us over?” His voice became stern,”or will we fight for what we long to see the next day…” The boy closed the dwarf’s hand,
“Will you fight for the next day, master dwarf?”
The humble servant smiled, and stood up, “Aye…” he took the boys hand, and pulled him up, “Aye…I will”
Hall smiled back, and watched the servant slowly walk away. And as the light from the plate the dwarf held shine across the level, a roar as pitched as the strongest horn echoed through out the city.
The child saw a faint figure with a wooden bow, slowly pulling the arrow back. No other faction would have the right to do such a thing in a city such as Hamoras, and that is when Hall gasped. It was the Houndine.
A slight flick of the quiver was heard, and a sharp arrow flew in the air. Hall began to run towards the door, sprinting down the stairs. But it was too late. When the arrow met its target, the target was on the ground. And the innocent dwarf that fell down was known by Hall. For as the boy ran closer to the body, he noticed it was the servant.
Thousands of creatures sprawled from the walls and the ceiling, a barrage of arrows mowing down several merchants running away.
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The King, looking at his large hammer, frowned with sadness, “We are too late…”
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Flame and arrow flew past Hall as he stared at the dieing dwarf. Sounds of clash and stab frightened him, but he was fixated on the innocent servant, “Master dwarf…you’re wounded” Riders hand felt the blood seeping down to the stone ground, “I need to take you…”
Hall could only pause. He couldn’t take the dwarf anywhere, for he was too weak to escort a being such as a heavy dwarf to a medic.
The servant smiled, and held Halls hand. Grasping it, he tried to ignore the searing pain through out his body, “You can’t carry me, laddy…” The small man coughed in agony, “dwarfs are known for their…obesity” He grinned. Hall could only smile in worry, putting a piece of cloth from his sleeve on the wound.
The servant could tell his time was almost up, so he peacefully sighed, “Remember Hamoras, young one…remember who stood this day and who fell…please”
Hall nodded, and began to cry, “I will, master dwarf”
“You showed me that appearances are just illusions...” He gulped, “it’s the heart of the person that matters, in the end---” The dwarf exclaimed, coughing more consistently as he spoke, “In the end, on the last hour and the last sunrise…we will fight for the next day” he continued, “I just hoped more of my people could realize that…rather than just a servant”
“You are not a servant of the king anymore, master dwarf” Hall smiled, “You’re a hero”
The dwarf laughed, and nodded. Rider continued to hold him, keeping him alive for the remainder of the time.
“I just…” His body began to stop moving, “…want to be remembered---“
The servant coughed out blood after he spoke, and tilted his head to the side. He had now passed to the next world.
“And you will, master dwarf…” Hall cried, and closed the dwarf’s hands together. Arrows continued to strike people around him. Flames grew larger and larger. People died that day. But it was not this child’s time to fall.
A familiar face grabbed Halls hand. Surprised, the child looked at the one who did. It was Tharodune, the hunter that helped him out of the stone mountains behind him,
And his voice echoed along Halls mind.
“Your path does not end here, Hall”
The brave hunter stabbed an intruding Houndine creeping along the wall. Pulling out his bow, he took out several creatures to pass through to the level below.
A dozen creatures charged at the two, but their sprint was at an end. For several other skilled hunters took the opposing creatures out in a wave of arrows. The leader of the force nodded to Tharodune, “Keep going lad…we can hold them off!”
Tharodune nodded, and continued to flee from the battle. Hall clutched to his hand, feeling the blood spreading on the ground, “Don’t let go, friend”
“It would be my avoidance, wise boy…” Tharodune smiled, “I would say the same for you!”
Hall just smiled, and held on.
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Night came to place in the Minotaur village, the moon gliding across the clouds. But not the Chieftains tent. For a meeting was held that was unknown to the outer populace. A meeting of dire proportions.
Drums began to strum once again, and the Chieftan began to speak.
“I do not wish to waste my people to these…Houdine you speak of,” Dune grumbled and sat on his wood-carved throne, “My people are ruthless…yet they fear this force”
Thief struggled to break from the grasp of the two Minotaurs guarding the entrance, “Your people fear this force because they are burning your lands!”
Ghara-Dune took a grape from one of his servants, “If your opinions are true,” The head Minotaur leaned back on his throne, “then why do you believe my Tauren people should go to the brink of battle?”
The assassin became very angry, for the Chieftain was being quite ignorant to what he had to say. Ghara-Dune continued, “We do not bear enough strength to defeat this “dark force” you tell us about”
“How will we plummet these terrible creatures with just one faction? Do you not realize what we already face?” The Chieftain spat some saliva on the ground, and picked another grape from the servant, “We have no food…our fishes are leaving earlier than they do on the Clear River…we starve for the meat we once craved!”
Thief struggled to break from the guards, but was strained not to do so, “Blow the Horn of Allegiance…do something!”
“No faction other than the 5 tribes of Tauren will answer to us!” The Chieftain angrily exclaimed, and banged his fist on the thrones arm rest, “The Allegience that once was in Albion is gone…”
“They will answer to a leader!” Thief desperately shouted, being dragged towards the exit.
“Leave my council…you are but another fool that passes my village…” Dune murmured, and picked another grape from the vine. The Chieftain sighed, and watched the thief leave the tent, “…so this is how our people will fall”
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Thief was pushed into his small tent, mocked by the guards. He caused a slight “thump” and shoved his voice from the impact. Instead of tasting the ground underneath him and rest with worry, he had an idea.
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Tempestrial was fast asleep that weary night from a long days work. But the guard tower wasn’t. A faint sound was heard in the distance, echoing towards the city. And as it arrived, the guard fast asleep on the ground opened his eyes.
The messenger for the leader of the Elf city ran down the spiral steps of the castle tower, pacing faster as he progressed. And when he arrived to the King, he began to pant. The King, old and tiresome, slowly opened his eyes, “Why do you interrupt my slumber, Deower?”
The messenger stood on his knees as he reached the ground. Staring at the King, he exclaimed, “The Horn of Allegiance has been blown!”
The King was surprised, and stood up straight on his throne, “What direction has it been blown from?”
Deower continued, “From the north…near the Tauren city, milord!”
The King of Tempestrial only stuttered, tapping his wrinkled finger on his arm rest. The messenger awaited an order, as his pant began fading away. The decision had been made.
“The Horn of Allegiance has been blown…and Tempestrial will answer!” The King exclaimed, and smiled. His grin had a worried expression under it, but nonetheless, he knew the decision he had made, “Signal the Great Tower to blow the horn…we will not leave our old friends from the north to falter”
The Messenger smiled back,”Yes, your majesty”
More horns blew. From the eastern city of Redvaurd, to the western alpine range of Thordorn. Elves to Dwarves answered to the call. Light had gleamed across the Albion range once again. But such a mighty force still couldn’t outnumber Silverthorne’s forces.
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Thief slowly stepped off of the wooden tower of the Minotaur city, placing the chipped horn back on its sheath. Smiling, he noticed several Tauren Guard walking over to the station. The assassin starting to climb down the logs, and move back towards his tent.
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“Here it is…” Tharodune exclaimed, guiding the child to the entrance of a tunnel, “This network leads towards the Hammerfold Pass…which will take you out of the mountains”
Hall felt the stone smooth as he entered the tunnel. He turned, staring back at Tharodune, “You won’t come with me?”
Tharodune sighed, but started to smile, “This is my home!” The hunter picked up an axe stabbed on the ground, “And I must fight with my people to defend it.”
The small boy smiled back, “Good luck, Tharodune”
A swarm of Houndine darted towards Tharodune, blood dripping from their fingers, “Make haste!” He exclaimed to Hall, and raised his axe towards the Houndine.
Hall paused for a moment, watching Tharodune spin his axe to taunt the creatures ahead. And at that moment, a flash of thought cam to him. Where would he go? What could he do? Why did he have to end up here?
“Go!” Tharodune shouted, clashing with one of the creatures that pounced on him. The hunter broke the clash, and sliced the Houndine’s head off of its spine. Kicking one to the side, Tharodune received a piercing arrow that dove straight towards his heart.
“No! Tharodune!” The voice of Hall echoed across the tunnel. And when arrows began to bounce off of the sides of the tunnel, the child started to run. The water underneath his cleaned his feet, consuming the blood that stained his skin. The rocks along the way bruised Hall’s feet, but he could only ignore the pain.
The roar of Houndine traveled along the tunnel. Hall ran towards the Catacombs, seeing the pitch of light awaiting him at the end. But his desire was soon interrupted. He tripped on a rock, and fell onto the mild stone that waited for him.
He could see the green forests. He could taste the smooth air that filled the flourished plain. He could feel the rising grass tickle his rough skin. True beauty seemed just an inch away. Sticking his hand out in front of him, and tried to imagine the Great Oak’s bark, the leaves falling from the branches. Then, at the end of his journey, he knew he had to keep going, to see the trees once again.
Hall picked himself up, and faintly walked along the tunnel. Feeling the stone on every side, he seemed caved in. But he wasn’t. forgetting the danger behind him, he ran once again.
The lonely child heard the sirens singing at the end of the trail.
And the call runs along the road
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“One last fight?” The Captain said, pulling out his hammer.
The King stood up, drawing the large webbed hammer to his side, “One last fight!”
The two warriors ran towards the hundreds of Houndine breaking into the palace. And as they entered, light shined along Hamras.
To the ones who have seen the day
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Will the ones who hear the call
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Thief ran away from the tower, hearing the roars of the Minotaurs when they heard that the Horn of Allegiance had been blown. So he laughed with cheer, “The horn has been blown!” He raised his arms in the air with joy, “The horn has been blown!”
-- Be the ones who live another day
Tharodune lay on the ground, feeling the cold touch of stone. He saw his allies around him fall to the hands of the monsters, massacred. The faint sound of cries faded in the distance. “Take me away, Hamras” Tharodune mumbled, is voice beginning to crack. Smiling, he clutched his axe.
The Houndine Captain stared at the fearless dwarf, and grunted, “Foolish dwarf” he muttered under his breath. Drawing out his flat sword, the creature raised the blunt weapon in the air.
“Avo does not welcome you here!” Tharodune shouted, in pain from the struggle. Pulling out his knife, he stabbed the Captain’s thigh. The ferocious Houndine could only laugh, and swing his sword towards Tharodune.
Blackness covered the rest. Hamras had been taken. But the Dwarfs had not.
-- And as the shadow plagues the sky
Hall desperately ran, moving the cob webs out of his way. His body began to tire, cuts and bruises dotted along his scarred body. But he kept moving. Beginning to pant, his voice became scarce. His strength had left him to falter. Light dimmed from his mind. Hope was beginning to become a fool’s chance. But what else could he lose, how many more scars could cover his body? He did not wish for the answer to that question.
Feeling the air dense, he heard the voice of
Will we see the light again
Blackness was all he sensed. And as he reached the end, he started to hike up the rocky road, towards the forest along Bowerstone. In front of him, lay a barren wasteland of burnt trees and poisonous ash. Black dragons flew along the landscape, cradled by the volcanic mountains surrounding them.
Hall didn’t know where he was going, but he just had to keep moving. Climbing up the stone hill, he gripped his feet to the sharp ground. And as the landscape changed to shadow and fire, hall could hear his companion.
“I wish I never lived to see these days…” Hall told the thief. “So do us all, my friend,” Thief said, his pipe dangling from his mouth, “But that doesn’t mean we should just give up on ourselves”
Hall continued to move on.
-END OF CHAPTER 10-
-END OF PART 1-
So, how did you guys like part one (ch.1 - ch.10)? Was it good? Was it lame? I'm all open for opinions
NOTE: Any spelling errors, grammatical errors, or punctuation errors are my entire fault. So, my apologies for the mishaps.
I'm hoping more people will read my fan fiction, but I can't always wish for everything . Well, anyway, thanks for reading part one of my fan fiction! Will I continue with part two? Of course
My real concern is what to do in part 2. I have a good idea of the next part...but I feel like the readers should get more involved. So, for those who have read the whole story so far, PLEASE pm me for any idea on your mind. And at the end of part 2 when it's all done, i'll provide rep for everyone who contrubuted.
Now some people think it's a lack of creativity to do that, but I hate putting something in the fan fiction that the readers don't want. But remember, private message me.
I want this to be a universal fan fiction, rather than just one person putting it together.
I can't promise every idea to go in, but i'll rep everyone who pmed me anyway. It's common courtesy (but, one rep per person...though you can put as many ideas as you want)
Why would I do this? I'm hoping to make part 2 better than part 1. Part 1 really didn't go at a steady pace. Aside from the spelling errors, things went by too fast. And because of this, I felt the reader having to dart across the fan fiction. Problem with that is I wanted to show the reader alot of things...and I made it so it was just a race of reading
So like I said, pm me for any ideas for part 2. I'm hoping for some awesome stuff. And like I said, rep goes to anyone who pms me...even if the idea doesn't get picked.
Since not that many people look at my fan fiction (which i'm alright with...as long as people like it), it might take awhile
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(Also, if you want to pm me with an idea...you can give me tips for the next part. I felt I did alot of stuff wrong, so tips are strongly appreciated)
Black flames engulfed the sky, embracing the withering clouds covering the spare light above. Plagues of darkness were like tar on stone across the forest. Green turned black, blue turned red. The smell of ash and dense air would kill the average traveler, placing him on the hot, wasteland floor. Mountains, pitched with lava and rock, planted on the large barrens. On one side, lay the fiery pits of Moltorg. On the other, a hilltop desert, blanketed with grey sand and burnt branches sticking out of the ground. Skulls, blotched with dry blood and scar, hidden and buried under the field. Dark history lay beneath the hills, times of massacre and change, blackness and power. This was no land for settlement.
And far away, along the sharp, rock range, lay a small dot sprinting across. Climbing on the smooth boulders, the traveler gripping his hands along the scaling stone. Blood dripped from his feet, scars trailed along his thin body. And as he reached the hilltop, he saw the barren wasteland ahead. His mind awestruck of the view, for such a glorious place to see the world would now be terror. A paradise taken away, replaced with evil.
And as he stared at the awesome view, he could see the historical plague beneath it. Dragons perched on broken branch, creatures pulled wildlife to the steaming earth. Such an honorable radius now wasted. Hall placed his hand on the stretching stone, and wiped his tears. His emotions became slight anger, his teeth connected. And when he could see the light that once was there, the hope that was still there, and the peace that could be there, he put one foot over another. Then, struggling and shivering, he put his other foot over. The palm of his feet scraped alongside the pebble, but this pain did not take him.
Hearing an echo of white beaming from the clouds, a scarce voice was heard in Halls mind.
"Will you go the next adventure to pursue the faded dream?"
The child’s hair was messy, now long and brown. His eyes with a tint of orange, but still beaming with blue. Now fifthteen, he had made a long journey through the mountains. Discomforted with a loosened cloth shirt, and ripped brown pants, he had been scarred for a long age. For as tall as he was, he was starving. There was nothing but ripe apples he had eaten, and raw Sheer (type of fish). He longed for something more, but he didn't wish for a delicacy. This young man longed for the taste of water cleansing your throat, or the juice of berries petting his tongue. In stead, he recieved starvation. Burns and tears spotted on his wardrobe. The clearing marks from a powerful drake began to fade away, but began to become anew.
Many had died in his past, some devious than others. Fathers, mothers, brothers, companions. But the latest soul that he had long ventured with was the closest to him. And as he felt the burns along his body, he could remember the day. Hall just shook his head slightly. The face of Rider was just the same, lonesome and sotted with dirt marks. Bits of skin peeled from his lips, and cuts on his cheeks. But the worst was his marks, for a fading scar lay down on his mouth from a sharp blade. Every time he spoke, he could feel the pain from his mouth spreading to his nerves.
"I will!" He grunted, and pushed himself along the mountains side.
The LionHead Chronicles: Part 2: Into The Plunge
Chapter 11: The Scortching Pass
The Tempestrial Moon shone brightly the night of Fall. Stars were spread like salt along the vast region in the sky. The air, shivering to the skin, touched one embracingly. For such a great place had great comfort, until now. For a man, in his late twenties, encountered an old friend. The night was not young, but the wizard that stood on the balcony did not wait for the youth. The man could tell.
"Her light that once shone in this city is fading away..."The wizard mused, clutching his staff with impatience,"Dark clouds appear from the east" As the wise man talked, his eyes glared at a bolt of lightning striking from the east, sounding a large crack in the distance. Looking at the young man next to him, he sighed, "Silverthorne's forces are progressing along the forests...destroying every settlement not in their affiliation."
Agreeing, the visitor dangled his pipe from his mouth, holding the end with his right hand, "What forces lay on her aid?"
Silent, the old mage shook his head, "Great spiders from the northern borders rest in her refuge..." He explained, "But not only hidden creatures...great dragons nest on her mountains" His eyes dimmed, "Houndine swarm on her doorstep..."
A great stare was focused towards the man with the pipe, "The Council of Allegience has been made once again...you know of this, for you saw the Great Horn blown?"
The man nodded, and puffed smoke from his pipe, "I have seen it signaled,"
The wizard smiled, and looked back at the sky. His deep breath echoed across the city, for as old as he was...he mage still had a touch of youth along him.
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. Well, anyway, thanks for reading part one of my fan fiction! Will I continue with part two? Of course 
