"You are strong but not enough to defeat me" said the disconcertingly sinister feminine voice as wave after wave of shadow erupted from the dark one's hands. The ground shook at the display of power as the source of the voice simply deflected them.
Strenth ebbed from the dark one's body and he sagged to his knees from the sheer effort of keeping up the barrage. Cracks formed underneath the dark one as he put more and more power into the stream of energy, but it was all in vain, the voice was simply too powerful. In the simple act of speaking the voice dispelled the magic.
"You hold much promise, elf, but you cannot hope to defeat me. Instead of wasting your energy fighting a battle that could not be won, you should just follow my orders" said the voice in a simple matter-of-fact tone. A brimstone scent wafted into the room upon a soft warm wind. The dark one felt a surge of power build up in him and he rose to his feet.
"It would do you well to walk outside and enjoy the breeze while it remains" said the voice as it dwindled and vanished. The dark one did as the voice said. A single pillar of light hung in the distance. He turned around to face his servant and said "Rally the troops for today, Avalhein shall fall!"
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Kite - Chapter 2: Last to Hear the Music
In a panic, I fell backwards, wings flapping without aim, conjuring a storm of swirling embers. The gusts made the silhouette's cloak billow. Eventually the clasp was detached and it flew skyward, the hem smoldering with a dim orange glow. The man revealed was and is the man I now know as Ivan.
His face burned behind my closed eyes. Savior or condemnor I knew not. The sight was frightening enough to snap me back to reality and I felt the fresh air of the isles wash over me.
The thundering of the thousand waterfalls that gushed from the isles filled my ears. As a youngling freshly born under the canopy of the mother tree, I was taught that the water that fed the rivers, streams and falls was no ordinary water. It was made of pure energy, of magic, of pristine emotion. The mother tree, as I was taught, was the source of the fae's immortality.
I sat on my haunches, wondering where the waterfalls ended. From the isles, they just seemed to fall for an eternity. The draconic heart that beat in my chest sent shivers racing down my frame.
I was in the body of a dragon, but my true nature showed through. Soon after I was trapped in the dragon's body. It transformed, my wings taking on the semblance of that of fae's, my scales took on a bluish-white opalescence, and a blonde mane grew along my back. I was the image of the so-called fae-killer, a being capable of drinking dry the magic, emotion and immortality of a faerie, yet I was lithe and slender like the rest of my kith.
Behind my eyes, I felt a primal tug. A yearning to return to the world something it had lost. It directed me to tear apart with my very own talons what held it. Yet I was afraid... Afraid for my people.
I remember a time nearly thirteen years in the past, when the light of the floating isles was not perpetual. The fae were creatures of the light, but we had a darker side, or at least they did.
Night would rise and fall back then. Whenever it came, I hid under the roots of the mother tree as screams pierced the silence of the night. I watched in horror the events that followed.
When silence returned, I witnessed something of marvel. The skies exploded in a brilliant aurora that spanned all the floating isles. A stream of the prismatic light touched the mother tree, and the tree began to sing.
It was a wonderful melody, the creak of the branches, the rustle of the leaves falling into complete harmony that they made my soul prance. Of my people, I was the only one capable of hearing it. Of my people, I was the last fated to hear it before it vanished forever.
His face burned behind my closed eyes. Savior or condemnor I knew not. The sight was frightening enough to snap me back to reality and I felt the fresh air of the isles wash over me.
The thundering of the thousand waterfalls that gushed from the isles filled my ears. As a youngling freshly born under the canopy of the mother tree, I was taught that the water that fed the rivers, streams and falls was no ordinary water. It was made of pure energy, of magic, of pristine emotion. The mother tree, as I was taught, was the source of the fae's immortality.
I sat on my haunches, wondering where the waterfalls ended. From the isles, they just seemed to fall for an eternity. The draconic heart that beat in my chest sent shivers racing down my frame.
I was in the body of a dragon, but my true nature showed through. Soon after I was trapped in the dragon's body. It transformed, my wings taking on the semblance of that of fae's, my scales took on a bluish-white opalescence, and a blonde mane grew along my back. I was the image of the so-called fae-killer, a being capable of drinking dry the magic, emotion and immortality of a faerie, yet I was lithe and slender like the rest of my kith.
Behind my eyes, I felt a primal tug. A yearning to return to the world something it had lost. It directed me to tear apart with my very own talons what held it. Yet I was afraid... Afraid for my people.
I remember a time nearly thirteen years in the past, when the light of the floating isles was not perpetual. The fae were creatures of the light, but we had a darker side, or at least they did.
Night would rise and fall back then. Whenever it came, I hid under the roots of the mother tree as screams pierced the silence of the night. I watched in horror the events that followed.
When silence returned, I witnessed something of marvel. The skies exploded in a brilliant aurora that spanned all the floating isles. A stream of the prismatic light touched the mother tree, and the tree began to sing.
It was a wonderful melody, the creak of the branches, the rustle of the leaves falling into complete harmony that they made my soul prance. Of my people, I was the only one capable of hearing it. Of my people, I was the last fated to hear it before it vanished forever.
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Kite - Chapter 1: Creatures of Light and Dark
I would not speak. I absolutely refused to. Ivan apparently took my silence to heart and went off to a dark corner to sleep. His kind was like that. They could not sleep in the presence of light. It was their curse.
His ancestors were once spectres, ghosts roaming the distant haien, the distant worlds. Their lord was the mighty shadow-binder, known to his people as Noundele, the brother of shadows. Noundele eventually turned to the light and so too did his people. Since then, they have had an insatiable craving for the light.
The light kept them alive for it fed their very essences. The light made them immortal. It made them invincible. However, the power came with a cost. They began to lose all sense of pain, eventually, they became numb.
They felt emotions... They felt joy, anger, hope, pride and even love, but they felt no pain. They yearned pain.
Only pain can make a person feel truly alive. Only as they slept could every pain, every sore, every wound manifest. This was when they were happiest.
When morning came, everything magically vanished and I could always hear Ivan sigh when the sun rose into the sky. I never understood how it felt...
I never understood his curse. I mean, I would give anything to have felt no pain, to not have aged, to not have died like the rest of my kind. I was fae, one of the faeries of myth and legend. My kith and kin were untouchable by both blade and poison. Perhaps they were wrong... I do not know. After all, the fae were as infinitely arrogant as they were eternally old.
Perhaps I was just different. Maybe I was never meant to set foot upon the floating isles. Maybe... Just maybe... That was all a dream and I was never fae.
I sought to run away from the verdant lands of my birth. I flew through the endless day of the isles, the wind blowing softly across my face and throwing the wispy strands of my blonde hair into a fray.
I left the comfort of the wind and flew right into a forest fire, the glowing embers and licking flames cast a dim orange light upon my eyes. I was mesmerized completely, specks of yellow-orange dancing in the wind before me.
So entranced was I that I failed to notice the dragon that landed not too far away from me. I glided right into the middle of the fire, confident that my blood would protect me, but I was terribly wrong. My wings began to burn and my skin started to dry and crack.
Little later than I had realized my folly, I found myself staring into the vibrant green eyes of the azure dragon. At that moment, I knew I was staring straight into the eyes of death.
The dragon opened its maws to finish my wretched existence, but by benevolent or cruel fate, I don't know which, it faltered for a moment.
The wall of flame opened to my right and in the burning hole, I saw naught but a cloaked silhouette. The figure ran across the crisp forest floor and laid a hand on my forehead and another on the dragon's snout. A wave of lightheadedness washed over me and my vision darkened. When my eyesight cleared, I was staring into the stark green eyes of a badly burnt faerie.
His ancestors were once spectres, ghosts roaming the distant haien, the distant worlds. Their lord was the mighty shadow-binder, known to his people as Noundele, the brother of shadows. Noundele eventually turned to the light and so too did his people. Since then, they have had an insatiable craving for the light.
The light kept them alive for it fed their very essences. The light made them immortal. It made them invincible. However, the power came with a cost. They began to lose all sense of pain, eventually, they became numb.
They felt emotions... They felt joy, anger, hope, pride and even love, but they felt no pain. They yearned pain.
Only pain can make a person feel truly alive. Only as they slept could every pain, every sore, every wound manifest. This was when they were happiest.
When morning came, everything magically vanished and I could always hear Ivan sigh when the sun rose into the sky. I never understood how it felt...
I never understood his curse. I mean, I would give anything to have felt no pain, to not have aged, to not have died like the rest of my kind. I was fae, one of the faeries of myth and legend. My kith and kin were untouchable by both blade and poison. Perhaps they were wrong... I do not know. After all, the fae were as infinitely arrogant as they were eternally old.
Perhaps I was just different. Maybe I was never meant to set foot upon the floating isles. Maybe... Just maybe... That was all a dream and I was never fae.
I sought to run away from the verdant lands of my birth. I flew through the endless day of the isles, the wind blowing softly across my face and throwing the wispy strands of my blonde hair into a fray.
I left the comfort of the wind and flew right into a forest fire, the glowing embers and licking flames cast a dim orange light upon my eyes. I was mesmerized completely, specks of yellow-orange dancing in the wind before me.
So entranced was I that I failed to notice the dragon that landed not too far away from me. I glided right into the middle of the fire, confident that my blood would protect me, but I was terribly wrong. My wings began to burn and my skin started to dry and crack.
Little later than I had realized my folly, I found myself staring into the vibrant green eyes of the azure dragon. At that moment, I knew I was staring straight into the eyes of death.
The dragon opened its maws to finish my wretched existence, but by benevolent or cruel fate, I don't know which, it faltered for a moment.
The wall of flame opened to my right and in the burning hole, I saw naught but a cloaked silhouette. The figure ran across the crisp forest floor and laid a hand on my forehead and another on the dragon's snout. A wave of lightheadedness washed over me and my vision darkened. When my eyesight cleared, I was staring into the stark green eyes of a badly burnt faerie.
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
Kite - The Teaser
It took us nearly a week to reach the far end of the winding labyrinth. The spectacle which we beheld there was marvelous in its own right and simply gazing at it, I felt the fatigue fall away.
"Welcome home, Kite" spat Ivan with apparent sourness. I remained silent, of course. I knew it was not my time to return to the floating isles and the mother tree.
Not yet..
Perhaps not at all...
Our destinies were so entwined, so entangled, so woven that they could not be wrenched apart..
One day, perhaps, I shall return to these lands of my birth.. One day perhaps I shall return to these lush and green isles and their thundering falls. Until then, my wings are his, his sword mine, and our hearts for the Fae.
One day...
Perhaps...
"Welcome home, Kite" spat Ivan with apparent sourness. I remained silent, of course. I knew it was not my time to return to the floating isles and the mother tree.
Not yet..
Perhaps not at all...
Our destinies were so entwined, so entangled, so woven that they could not be wrenched apart..
One day, perhaps, I shall return to these lands of my birth.. One day perhaps I shall return to these lush and green isles and their thundering falls. Until then, my wings are his, his sword mine, and our hearts for the Fae.
One day...
Perhaps...
Kite
This is a call to alll my followers out there. After a few months of inactivity. I will reward those who waited with a new chapter of "Precious as the Stars," chapter 23 of "Dealings in the Council of Avalhein," chaper 2 of "Pippin..." it's too long for me to remember properly. Haha.
And here's the icing on the cake, a brand new story entitled kite! It's one about a faerie trapped in the body of a dragon traveling with an immortal companion trying to regain her lost form. Given the chance to revert, will she? Or would she learn in her adventures that the true heart of the fae in the fabled floating isles is not as good as it seems...
There's more to look forward to! I hope you enjoy reading my stories. That's all for now!
And here's the icing on the cake, a brand new story entitled kite! It's one about a faerie trapped in the body of a dragon traveling with an immortal companion trying to regain her lost form. Given the chance to revert, will she? Or would she learn in her adventures that the true heart of the fae in the fabled floating isles is not as good as it seems...
There's more to look forward to! I hope you enjoy reading my stories. That's all for now!
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