The light of the огонь faded as I got further into the forest. I jumped over roots and ducked under branches that threatened to whip my face. I ran as hard as I could. To escape, I had to keep my sister безопасно, сейф and fulfill the wish of the village chief. My tears already used and dried, but the pain in my сердце still wouldn’t leave. An emptiness had taken hold where my safety and secure feelings had once been.
On the edges of my vision, I saw a flash. I skidded to a stop and looked to where I thought I had seen it. There was a clearing where the full moon shone upon the ruins. They once must have been magnificent, but now they were just a pile of stones.
I decided in my Холодное сердце mind that I should be еще cautious. The humans had found the village, what if they were in the ruins? Waiting for any elves that might have been looking for a way to escape. I glanced at my hand, I had to protect my sister.
I turned my pointed ears to any sound I heard, I took each step with the greatest care. The progress was slow, but I forced myself to keep the pace. If I went any faster, I could possibly snap a twig или trip on a root. No, each step made only the slightest sound. Only a highly trained warrior would be able to sense my presence.
I stopped at the дерево line. The ruins of old laid just a few paces ahead, but now there would be no trees to cover me. A soft gentle breeze brushed past me. I felt it brush my hair and rustle my clothes. The village chief. I had to get to the ruins.
I took a breath and stepped into the clearing. No human jumped out, no trap was sprung. Breathing as quietly as possible, I made my way to the ruins. Crouching as the low to the ground as I could, I sprinted to the ruins. The moons light reflected off the white stones in a soft hue. A small Стена surrounded the ruins. But as I got closer, I saw that I could not reach the edge of the wall. Try as I may I could not get over the wall. Feeling frustrated, I decided to look and see if there was an entrance.
Staying close to the wall, I walked its length. The moon inched slowly through the sky and still I did not find an entrance. But I had only looked in the parts of the ruins that were shadowed. Eventually, I found myself at the last of the shadows. The rest of the Стена was in plain sight. I already was insecure with walking around without cover, but going out into the moonlight would leave me fully exposed.
I felt my finger grow warmer. Looking down I saw my sister glowing ever so slightly. It seemed to wink at me in the shadows. I smiled ever so slightly, my sister worried about me.
“It’s okay, Shela,” I whispered to her, bringing her up to my face. “Remember? I promised to get Ты out of this.” I watched her light grow dimmer as she calmed down. I kissed her, “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Her light went out completely but the warmth stayed. I lowered my hand and looked again at the Стена exposed in the moonlight. It no longer seemed so threatening.
Full of resolve, I began my Поиск for the entrance anew. The chief wouldn’t send me here without reason. I still crouched low to the ground, unwilling to expose myself completely. I ran my hand on the wall, in case I could feel something I couldn’t see. But then I saw it.
It was huge. I was surprised that I hadn’t seen it before. Arabesque figures intertwined the structure as stony leaves stretched out to the sun that wasn’t there. The arch seemed so old, but timeless at the same time. I was afraid to touch it. Instead I looked through the arch.
But it was empty. I rubbed my eyes, thinking that maybe that it was a trick of the light. But another glance told me otherwise. There was nothing.
It seemed like I was looking into a pit. There seemed to be no light on the other side. I looked at the arch, I could see it clearly in the light of the moon. But the other side, the one in the strange darkness, just wasn’t there. I shivered at the idea of going through the arch. My sister began to warm once again, sensing my unease.
I rubbed my thumb over her, trying to erase any ill thoughts that she might have had. I thought back to what the village chief had told me. It was then that I noticed the coldness that seemed to grow at my chest. I reached into my chest and found the moonstone.
Цвета danced across its surface without pattern. Cold emitted from the stone but seemed to calm down now that I held it. I looked back at the arch, the moonstone has done this before.
It had happened at a village festival, a band of rogue elves had taken the opportunity to try and destroy the village. The village chief had taken care of them all with just a wave of his hand. No one had seen или heard anything, but where the rogues were once at had become a field of flowers. The moonstone had grown cold at that time, just as it did now.
I looked back into the arch. Knowing full well that I would have to do just the thing that I didn’t want to do. I sighed and took a step toward the arch.
And instead, I fell forward. Pain tore through my shoulder in blinding pain. I threw my foot forward, stopping my fall, and swung around to face my attacker. Someone clapped their hands in a slow beat, mocking me.
“Bravo, Ты actually made it this far,” stepping out of the cover of the trees, my attacker slowly made his way to me. “I had never expected the village chief to throw Ты into the trees.” Moonlight shone on his long, gangly features. Recognition flashed through my mind.
On the edges of my vision, I saw a flash. I skidded to a stop and looked to where I thought I had seen it. There was a clearing where the full moon shone upon the ruins. They once must have been magnificent, but now they were just a pile of stones.
I decided in my Холодное сердце mind that I should be еще cautious. The humans had found the village, what if they were in the ruins? Waiting for any elves that might have been looking for a way to escape. I glanced at my hand, I had to protect my sister.
I turned my pointed ears to any sound I heard, I took each step with the greatest care. The progress was slow, but I forced myself to keep the pace. If I went any faster, I could possibly snap a twig или trip on a root. No, each step made only the slightest sound. Only a highly trained warrior would be able to sense my presence.
I stopped at the дерево line. The ruins of old laid just a few paces ahead, but now there would be no trees to cover me. A soft gentle breeze brushed past me. I felt it brush my hair and rustle my clothes. The village chief. I had to get to the ruins.
I took a breath and stepped into the clearing. No human jumped out, no trap was sprung. Breathing as quietly as possible, I made my way to the ruins. Crouching as the low to the ground as I could, I sprinted to the ruins. The moons light reflected off the white stones in a soft hue. A small Стена surrounded the ruins. But as I got closer, I saw that I could not reach the edge of the wall. Try as I may I could not get over the wall. Feeling frustrated, I decided to look and see if there was an entrance.
Staying close to the wall, I walked its length. The moon inched slowly through the sky and still I did not find an entrance. But I had only looked in the parts of the ruins that were shadowed. Eventually, I found myself at the last of the shadows. The rest of the Стена was in plain sight. I already was insecure with walking around without cover, but going out into the moonlight would leave me fully exposed.
I felt my finger grow warmer. Looking down I saw my sister glowing ever so slightly. It seemed to wink at me in the shadows. I smiled ever so slightly, my sister worried about me.
“It’s okay, Shela,” I whispered to her, bringing her up to my face. “Remember? I promised to get Ты out of this.” I watched her light grow dimmer as she calmed down. I kissed her, “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Her light went out completely but the warmth stayed. I lowered my hand and looked again at the Стена exposed in the moonlight. It no longer seemed so threatening.
Full of resolve, I began my Поиск for the entrance anew. The chief wouldn’t send me here without reason. I still crouched low to the ground, unwilling to expose myself completely. I ran my hand on the wall, in case I could feel something I couldn’t see. But then I saw it.
It was huge. I was surprised that I hadn’t seen it before. Arabesque figures intertwined the structure as stony leaves stretched out to the sun that wasn’t there. The arch seemed so old, but timeless at the same time. I was afraid to touch it. Instead I looked through the arch.
But it was empty. I rubbed my eyes, thinking that maybe that it was a trick of the light. But another glance told me otherwise. There was nothing.
It seemed like I was looking into a pit. There seemed to be no light on the other side. I looked at the arch, I could see it clearly in the light of the moon. But the other side, the one in the strange darkness, just wasn’t there. I shivered at the idea of going through the arch. My sister began to warm once again, sensing my unease.
I rubbed my thumb over her, trying to erase any ill thoughts that she might have had. I thought back to what the village chief had told me. It was then that I noticed the coldness that seemed to grow at my chest. I reached into my chest and found the moonstone.
Цвета danced across its surface without pattern. Cold emitted from the stone but seemed to calm down now that I held it. I looked back at the arch, the moonstone has done this before.
It had happened at a village festival, a band of rogue elves had taken the opportunity to try and destroy the village. The village chief had taken care of them all with just a wave of his hand. No one had seen или heard anything, but where the rogues were once at had become a field of flowers. The moonstone had grown cold at that time, just as it did now.
I looked back into the arch. Knowing full well that I would have to do just the thing that I didn’t want to do. I sighed and took a step toward the arch.
And instead, I fell forward. Pain tore through my shoulder in blinding pain. I threw my foot forward, stopping my fall, and swung around to face my attacker. Someone clapped their hands in a slow beat, mocking me.
“Bravo, Ты actually made it this far,” stepping out of the cover of the trees, my attacker slowly made his way to me. “I had never expected the village chief to throw Ты into the trees.” Moonlight shone on his long, gangly features. Recognition flashed through my mind.
Are Ты bored? Despretly trying to find something on Google, but everytime Ты serch something innoceont weird and gross stuff just overflows your computor screen? Well, Присоединиться this Письмо compeition! I will Список five Болталка genres and themes I pulled from a hat and all Ты have to do is write a short story from a genre или theme of your choice but it has to be one of the five. The compeition will run from November 07 2011 - November 21. Voting will start from November 21 - November 31.
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. Фан Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. Аниме (For Фан Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on Fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 Благодарности and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. Фан Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. Аниме (For Фан Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on Fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 Благодарности and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
A tear ran down Jannet's pale cheek. David's footsteps echoed in the hall like a man's last words, and for Jannet, they were last words David will ever say to her. We never saw David again. Never. It's a hard word to handle when inlove.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him by the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have еще energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him by the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have еще energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one Ты Любовь in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the Далее день will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my Любовь ...is my rival....Time has stopped to Ты as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've Остаться в живых almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if Ты keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... или one день you'll snap
"Now who's gonna take care of Mike!" Jane screamed at the вверх of her voice. "Now how am I suppose to marry Dave! Now how am I suppose to become an archaeologist!" "Mike, marriage, archaeology?!" I said, confused. "Oh, I can't explain now! I just wish I listened to David." She sighed. "Don't beat yourself up. David has the gift, Ты can still talk to him." She forced a smile. "Gift?" Dave whispered as he entered the room. "More like a curse." "David, i'm so sorry I didn't listen! But I just never thought-" "Save it." He butted in. "Everyone I've ever loved ends up dead. I should have seen it coming." "But Ты did! Ты tried to save my life and I was to stupid and selfish to care." "Janet." He sighed. "I don't think I can talk to Ты anymore. Never again." She stared at him, her face appalled. "What are Ты saying?!" "I'm saying seeing you, like this, it just, it just breaks my heart."