Post by newb23 on Feb 7, 2012 18:27:22 GMT -5
So I might be a bit rusty at writing as a whole but I started this story out of boredom. Let me know what you think. Also I have no title for it yet so if you come up with a good one let me know.
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Chapter 1
The air was frigid and the ground covered in snow. His feet felt the crunch of every step through his black combat boots , his mind focused only on the task ahead fighting back his urge to seek shelter. Every inch of his body was wrapped up for warmth, from his large bulky green jacket to his navy blue snow pants. Green gloves covered both his hands. The hood of his jacket was pulled up over his head and the draw strings tightened to help the hood ward off the weather, keeping his face from view. All together the outfit helped somewhat but still he could feel the cold and still he shivered. His body kept telling him to quit but his mind wouldn’t let him. If he stopped now he knew he wouldn’t move again. So he kept his feet trudging through the snow and kept his mind set.
In his hand he held onto a brown duffel bag. Inside the slight clanging of glass upon glass could be heard. He hoped that none of the jars had broken during his travel but he dared not stop to check. In front of him all he could see was white and felt his breath quickening as his throat began to cause him pain. Now was not the time for this to be happening. Gripping his throat with his free hand he tried to cease the pain by focusing on something else. Of course this didn’t work. It never did until he let it out. But he refused to do so. He would not give in. Not right now. Movement was his only source of comfort from the pain. Movement and thoughts on the object he had to find. The old man relied on him to collect these items. These items essential to ceasing the pain they all had permanently. But in such weather these items were almost near impossible to find. So far he had only found one and it sat inside the duffel bag waiting for more companions.
As he continued to move, his mouth began to dry up. A dryness they found that no amount of liquid would help. Only release would cease these problems. But if he were to use it now they would find him. They were always looking and they could always find him if he used it. Sometimes even when he didn’t use it they found him. Though it was the times when they found him and he hadn’t used it yet that he was thankful. Thankful that he would be able to use it against them. As he moved further along he saw it. The place they had told him it should be if it hadn’t been destroyed by the weather. The hill was large. Larger than he had excepted at least. Though he assumed the snow had added a few inches of height.
Suddenly his chest started to burn causing him to cease his movement entirely. He wasn’t going to be able to keep it contained and he cursed this fact due to him being so close. Pressure began to swell in his chest and throat. It moved it’s way upward towards the back of his mouth. Clamping his mouth shut he tried his hardest to force it back down but it didn’t work. It tore open it’s cage and flew outwards. A scream so loud it shook the surrounding area with it’s force. The ground in front of him cracked and broke apart as the hill that was meant to hold his objective began to crumble at it’s base. Snow was blasted away from the source of the sound and what wasn’t blown away was melted from the heat of the scream. A scorching wind that turned the ground around the man into glass roared from his throat.
Slowly the scream died down and the ground ceased it’s movements and the hill stopped it’s rumbling. Catching his breath the man sighed slightly as he surveyed the area around himself. Shaking his head he began to move again this time choosing to run. Luckily the snow was now gone and running was no longer hard to do. Then he heard it. The sound of approaching wings. Shooting a quick glance upward he saw the beasts and their riders. Odd animals that looked like an odd cross between dragon and hawk. It’s leathery wings keeping it from plummeting to the ground while it’s hawk like eyes surveyed the area in front of it. The spikes along the ridges of it’s head looked like a crude crown on some kind of ugly king of beasts. It let out a sound that was neither a roar nor a screech but more of a laugh from its beak where rows of sharp teeth could be seen from within. It’s spiked tail swished back and forth as if it were some sort of dog excited at the prospect of playing with a new toy.
The men who sat up top these beasts were clad in armor. Armor so thick no matter how may arrows he shot the man would never pierce it. Their faces were also hidden but this time by large helmets meant to protect from weapons and not cold. If he wanted to take them down he would have to hit the small openings on the mask of the helmet and even with his aim it would prove difficult while they were riding the beasts. Without warning the beasts began to swoop towards him their talons outstretched, threatening to tear him apart as they went by.
The man’s hand moved to the inside of his jacket pocket. Clutching a small leather pouch he quickly drew it out. Inside the pouch was a small amount of dust. Ceasing his movements he grabbed a handful of the dust and threw it at the beast. The moment the dust came into contact with the animal it began to work. The beasts talons were the first thing to disintegrate followed quickly by it’s legs. With a wail of pain the beast ceased it’s flying and fell upon the ground, thrashing wildly as the rest of it’s body began to turn to ash. The man that had been riding the animal had fallen underneath the beast and as soon as it had vanished began to try to stand. Without hesitation the man grabbed another pouch from within his jacket. This one was filled with small pieces of paper. Moving quickly the boy approached the man and stuck the paper to his helmet. Frantically the man tried to remove the paper but to no avail as his helmet began to shrink before finally crushing his head. Blood seeped from the open portion of the mask as the armor clad warrior’s body fell limp. Glancing up the boy noticed the others had disappeared.
Looking outward he noticed that the rest had fled battle. It wasn’t like them to quit. What had caused them to leave? He couldn’t dwell on that now. Not when he had this chance to get what he needed. Turning quickly around he made his way up the hill. There he spied it. It stood looking proud and strong. Making his way towards the item the boy squatted slightly as he looked it over. Red with blue spots upon it’s petals. This was the flower he needed. Opening his duffel bag he reached in removing one of the glass jars. Carefully he removed the flower from it’s rooted spot, making sure not to harm it in the least bit. Placing it gently in the jar, he sealed it back up and placed it inside the duffel bag. Standing once again the man looked around before making his way down the other side of the hill.
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Chapter 1
The air was frigid and the ground covered in snow. His feet felt the crunch of every step through his black combat boots , his mind focused only on the task ahead fighting back his urge to seek shelter. Every inch of his body was wrapped up for warmth, from his large bulky green jacket to his navy blue snow pants. Green gloves covered both his hands. The hood of his jacket was pulled up over his head and the draw strings tightened to help the hood ward off the weather, keeping his face from view. All together the outfit helped somewhat but still he could feel the cold and still he shivered. His body kept telling him to quit but his mind wouldn’t let him. If he stopped now he knew he wouldn’t move again. So he kept his feet trudging through the snow and kept his mind set.
In his hand he held onto a brown duffel bag. Inside the slight clanging of glass upon glass could be heard. He hoped that none of the jars had broken during his travel but he dared not stop to check. In front of him all he could see was white and felt his breath quickening as his throat began to cause him pain. Now was not the time for this to be happening. Gripping his throat with his free hand he tried to cease the pain by focusing on something else. Of course this didn’t work. It never did until he let it out. But he refused to do so. He would not give in. Not right now. Movement was his only source of comfort from the pain. Movement and thoughts on the object he had to find. The old man relied on him to collect these items. These items essential to ceasing the pain they all had permanently. But in such weather these items were almost near impossible to find. So far he had only found one and it sat inside the duffel bag waiting for more companions.
As he continued to move, his mouth began to dry up. A dryness they found that no amount of liquid would help. Only release would cease these problems. But if he were to use it now they would find him. They were always looking and they could always find him if he used it. Sometimes even when he didn’t use it they found him. Though it was the times when they found him and he hadn’t used it yet that he was thankful. Thankful that he would be able to use it against them. As he moved further along he saw it. The place they had told him it should be if it hadn’t been destroyed by the weather. The hill was large. Larger than he had excepted at least. Though he assumed the snow had added a few inches of height.
Suddenly his chest started to burn causing him to cease his movement entirely. He wasn’t going to be able to keep it contained and he cursed this fact due to him being so close. Pressure began to swell in his chest and throat. It moved it’s way upward towards the back of his mouth. Clamping his mouth shut he tried his hardest to force it back down but it didn’t work. It tore open it’s cage and flew outwards. A scream so loud it shook the surrounding area with it’s force. The ground in front of him cracked and broke apart as the hill that was meant to hold his objective began to crumble at it’s base. Snow was blasted away from the source of the sound and what wasn’t blown away was melted from the heat of the scream. A scorching wind that turned the ground around the man into glass roared from his throat.
Slowly the scream died down and the ground ceased it’s movements and the hill stopped it’s rumbling. Catching his breath the man sighed slightly as he surveyed the area around himself. Shaking his head he began to move again this time choosing to run. Luckily the snow was now gone and running was no longer hard to do. Then he heard it. The sound of approaching wings. Shooting a quick glance upward he saw the beasts and their riders. Odd animals that looked like an odd cross between dragon and hawk. It’s leathery wings keeping it from plummeting to the ground while it’s hawk like eyes surveyed the area in front of it. The spikes along the ridges of it’s head looked like a crude crown on some kind of ugly king of beasts. It let out a sound that was neither a roar nor a screech but more of a laugh from its beak where rows of sharp teeth could be seen from within. It’s spiked tail swished back and forth as if it were some sort of dog excited at the prospect of playing with a new toy.
The men who sat up top these beasts were clad in armor. Armor so thick no matter how may arrows he shot the man would never pierce it. Their faces were also hidden but this time by large helmets meant to protect from weapons and not cold. If he wanted to take them down he would have to hit the small openings on the mask of the helmet and even with his aim it would prove difficult while they were riding the beasts. Without warning the beasts began to swoop towards him their talons outstretched, threatening to tear him apart as they went by.
The man’s hand moved to the inside of his jacket pocket. Clutching a small leather pouch he quickly drew it out. Inside the pouch was a small amount of dust. Ceasing his movements he grabbed a handful of the dust and threw it at the beast. The moment the dust came into contact with the animal it began to work. The beasts talons were the first thing to disintegrate followed quickly by it’s legs. With a wail of pain the beast ceased it’s flying and fell upon the ground, thrashing wildly as the rest of it’s body began to turn to ash. The man that had been riding the animal had fallen underneath the beast and as soon as it had vanished began to try to stand. Without hesitation the man grabbed another pouch from within his jacket. This one was filled with small pieces of paper. Moving quickly the boy approached the man and stuck the paper to his helmet. Frantically the man tried to remove the paper but to no avail as his helmet began to shrink before finally crushing his head. Blood seeped from the open portion of the mask as the armor clad warrior’s body fell limp. Glancing up the boy noticed the others had disappeared.
Looking outward he noticed that the rest had fled battle. It wasn’t like them to quit. What had caused them to leave? He couldn’t dwell on that now. Not when he had this chance to get what he needed. Turning quickly around he made his way up the hill. There he spied it. It stood looking proud and strong. Making his way towards the item the boy squatted slightly as he looked it over. Red with blue spots upon it’s petals. This was the flower he needed. Opening his duffel bag he reached in removing one of the glass jars. Carefully he removed the flower from it’s rooted spot, making sure not to harm it in the least bit. Placing it gently in the jar, he sealed it back up and placed it inside the duffel bag. Standing once again the man looked around before making his way down the other side of the hill.