Post by flower on Jun 23, 2009 13:55:17 GMT -5
Introduction
Somewhere high up in the bleak gray morning sky, a moon that had remained invisible to the inhabitants of Earth for 400 years glistened as if it was made of snow-like marble.
Suddenly, a flash of stunning crimson light cut across the surface, as if a warrior had taken his sword and slashed it open. Still, this cataclysmic occurrence remained unseen to Earth; its surface veiled in thick, ancient trees.~Chapter 1
The mountains seemed to stretch on forever. Many centuries ago, the people called this vast expanse of gargantuan, perpetually snow-capped mountains the Swiss Alps.
She sighed. Elisia's lips were cracking and chapped most likely beyond the help of any oils or medicines. Her feet ached and were chilled to the bone. She was astounded, but grateful, that frostbite had not set in. The winds here, even tiny breezes, were icy and Elisia had, on a monotonous day, traced them back to the top of one of the highest mountains. Her eyes burned from straining to keep open against the bitter winds that blew Elisia's long russet hair into her face. Her cheeks were rosy from so much exposure to the elements. She felt as if she had been slapped across her face with a tough rawhide glove.
Though some might think the sun would be pleasant relief from the chilliness of everything else in her tormenting world, it only added to her grief. Her body numb from cold, the sun only blinded her by day and abandoned her by night.
Sometimes, she struggled to remember why she was even out here, braving the elements and suffering through the torture all alone. She was searching. Searching, searching... for what? Her head was spinning from hunger too much to form thoughts. Some distant memory tugged at the back of her mind, murmuring, while all Elisia could hear was the howling of the wind in her windburnt ears. She closed her eyes. Perhaps it would be easier to concentrate if she wasn't so exhausted. So she lay down on her side, using her own arm as a pillow, and slept on the first relieving grass she had seen in a week.
Her dreams were haunted. She was sitting in her tent back at the encampment, listening to the leader with his glistening aqua blue eyes, fair creamy skin, and shaggy ginger hair utter the words, the prophecy, that she was equipped with. His voice, so hollow and empty that it haunted her, rang in her ears."Go north, and
find the man with the amber eyes.
Follow him,
let him guide you,
and he shall lead you to..."
And that was the part where she would always pause when she thought of the prophecy, pondering the meaning of the ominous next words. Then she would sigh, shake her head in hopelessness, and utter the last words."final destruction."
Elisia sighed again, and awoke. For a short moment there, she was back at her home, the tiny encampment that was settled in a pine forest much like the one she was fortunate to have found in this relatively tiny valley in the Alps...
SNAP! An arrow flew from Elisia's set bow. As the string thrummed, an enormous branch fell from a pine tree overhead; Elisia's arrow protruding from the base of the branch where it was once attached to the tree trunk. She scurried over to the limb, and found the squirrel she had spotted smashed under the weight of the branch.
Ah, she thought with delight in her greedy green eyes that were almost the same color as the pine needles that formed a heavenly wreath around her kill. Breakfast.
Chapter 2 coming soon ;D