Post by inFamousL on Mar 21, 2010 19:17:45 GMT -5
Alright. I've been writing a book and this is chapter 2. Chapter 1 is already in here. What do you think of this one? This is only a bit of it so this book isn't too spoiled...
“We must do something! There must be somebody we can pick!”
“Patience, we cannot rush things! We need to wait until our very own picks him.”
“I still don’t like the fact that we must wait so long. What if he picks the wrong person?”
“You fool! How dare you even speak such things! Why I- ah! Look at this!”
“What? What is it?”
“He has been chosen!”
“Yes, the boy with the mechanical left arm.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure! Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know brother.”
Gasping, Twyla woke up again to a clear night sky. She looked around her and studied the surrounding area. She was no longer in the little field, but rather in a jungle. She saw the two boys she woke up to the first time at a camp fire. Twyla struggled to get up, but didn’t have the strength to rise above an inch. That creature hit her really hard to do this.
She saw the one in the red cloak look at her and he got up running to her. She tried to crawl away, since she still didn’t trust these boys. But her attempt failed due to fatigue and weakness. The boy reached her. She remembered what his name was. ‘Valentine’ is what he presented himself as.
“Well,” he said, “you’re finally awake.”
“Urrgh,” replied Twyla rubbing the spot where she was hit. She felt instant pain as she touched her forehead.
“Do not touch it,” said Valentine. He reached into his pocket and produced a bandage.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he came closer.
“Healing you,” he said plainly. He applied the bandage to her forehead and felt instant relief.
“What is on the bandage?” she asked.
“It is an Elven made cream to relieve pain,” he said, “Are you not of Elven kind?”
“Yes, but we do not learn of such things until later on in our studies,” she replied. She could see the flabbergasted expression on Valentine’s face. “Women in the Elven city are not treated with equality unlike in the Elven villages. Since I live in the city, I cannot be treated as a man would be treated.”
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Oz Myrrh was in bed. He dreamed of himself on a high platform with somebody else. They wore a white cloak, white breeches, white boots, and white leggings. The cloaks hood was on the person so he could not see their face. He looked around and he could see burning villages, flying creatures going towards the villages and picking up people. People were being lifted up and their heads were being bitten off.
This was a terrible sight. He looked back at the person standing in front of him. What Oz hadn’t noticed was that this person was his height. Oz studied him a bit more and saw a big spear in his hand. He took a step back and the person took a step forward. Oz looked at his arms and noticed that he wore black everything. Virtually everything the person in front of him was identical to his clothing but his color was black. Oz took another step back because black meant he was a fugitive and the person in front of him could be a killer.
“We must do something! There must be somebody we can pick!”
“Patience, we cannot rush things! We need to wait until our very own picks him.”
“I still don’t like the fact that we must wait so long. What if he picks the wrong person?”
“You fool! How dare you even speak such things! Why I- ah! Look at this!”
“What? What is it?”
“He has been chosen!”
“Yes, the boy with the mechanical left arm.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure! Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know brother.”
Gasping, Twyla woke up again to a clear night sky. She looked around her and studied the surrounding area. She was no longer in the little field, but rather in a jungle. She saw the two boys she woke up to the first time at a camp fire. Twyla struggled to get up, but didn’t have the strength to rise above an inch. That creature hit her really hard to do this.
She saw the one in the red cloak look at her and he got up running to her. She tried to crawl away, since she still didn’t trust these boys. But her attempt failed due to fatigue and weakness. The boy reached her. She remembered what his name was. ‘Valentine’ is what he presented himself as.
“Well,” he said, “you’re finally awake.”
“Urrgh,” replied Twyla rubbing the spot where she was hit. She felt instant pain as she touched her forehead.
“Do not touch it,” said Valentine. He reached into his pocket and produced a bandage.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he came closer.
“Healing you,” he said plainly. He applied the bandage to her forehead and felt instant relief.
“What is on the bandage?” she asked.
“It is an Elven made cream to relieve pain,” he said, “Are you not of Elven kind?”
“Yes, but we do not learn of such things until later on in our studies,” she replied. She could see the flabbergasted expression on Valentine’s face. “Women in the Elven city are not treated with equality unlike in the Elven villages. Since I live in the city, I cannot be treated as a man would be treated.”
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Oz Myrrh was in bed. He dreamed of himself on a high platform with somebody else. They wore a white cloak, white breeches, white boots, and white leggings. The cloaks hood was on the person so he could not see their face. He looked around and he could see burning villages, flying creatures going towards the villages and picking up people. People were being lifted up and their heads were being bitten off.
This was a terrible sight. He looked back at the person standing in front of him. What Oz hadn’t noticed was that this person was his height. Oz studied him a bit more and saw a big spear in his hand. He took a step back and the person took a step forward. Oz looked at his arms and noticed that he wore black everything. Virtually everything the person in front of him was identical to his clothing but his color was black. Oz took another step back because black meant he was a fugitive and the person in front of him could be a killer.
