Hello ppl this is the first chapter/ prologue of my in progress novel- Sashu. If you wish me to post additional chapther them please say so. During the night the lake had frozen over. However that did not detract from its charm. The wood had become frosty under the moons watchful gaze and yet again it was still as endearing as ever. The tops of the trees to the grass on the forest carpet were stationary, unmoved: even by the icy, spiky, wind that blew from the hills. Everything was doused in a thick covering of cold that chilled the bone .Winters? breath had come. Animals of every class and species scampered around trying to find food as they had had no warning of Winter's coming .Cats and mice, dogs and foxes. Even the noble Swans, whose feathers now blended perfectly with the landscape as it had started snowing, pitched in for all had to be perfect for Winters arrival. In the late afternoon when fur and feather alike were panting, they were finished. They had created a grotto with stag, resturaunt and bar and it was all perfect, better some thought than the great cities of the North. Then they heard a sound, chimes tinkling a merry tune as if some great deed or event had taken place. Then suddenly two great, white Viehals, the fairest beasts in the land, whose footfall is so soft that it barely made an imprint on the fine snow and exuded an aura of hope and light. They looked like deer but weren't, they were slightly larger and each one had a mane of silver hair. The carriage they were effortlessly pulling looked as if it had been forged from ice and a lustrous blue light shone forth from within. Tension mounted to an impossibly high rate, as all there knew what was inside. The carriage door opened and out stepped, a woman with long blonde hair wearing a lengthy green dress. She had a kind, rounded face and her eyes a deep green-blue. As she walked the powdery snow supported her weight as if it had been ordered to. The village Elder, a tall Tawny Owl, stepped forward. "Welcome back Madam Winter", he greeted. "It is good to be back, I trust everything is in order, Elder Russet", She replied, "Only, I bring grave news from the North", She added in an undertone. "I will converse with you about that later", he whispered sounding slightly shaken, "After the festivities", He added with a cheeky wink. And what festivities they were. There was wining, dining, shows and fun, later when the cubs and chicks had gone to sleep there was story-telling. Tales of knights and dragons. Fables about princesses and witches. Even one about the anecdotes of an extremely funny Ferret. When the party was finished, everyone slept. Except for two Leaders who were worried, worried for the fate of their kingdoms.
This breaks a few rules. We're not supposed to post prologues, and this should be in the Original Works section. *goes to PM mod*
chapter 1. In the stone nest. As Kala sat on the edge of the Rock formation, its blunt edge worn down by the test of time creating a sort ot natural chair, she thought of what all of the People of Supha would be doing. She knew, by the Sun, that the time was approximately 7 o'solar. That meant that Madam Lupine at the Academy would be getting ready for another testy day of giggling adolescent kittens and obnoxious, idiotic cats. Then the Pedlars at the Market would be setting up their stalls full of jewelry, food, clothing, novelty items and some things that do not even have a known purpose. Kala guessed that Krix would still be half asleep. That brown haired friend of hers had never been a morning person, even when he got a job as a milkman. However as she slid down the curved sides of the Stone Nest that was her Secret Place she saw something that caught her eye. A small emerald was lying on the floor of the formation. She picked it up. It felt normal, well as normal as a precious stone gets. She pocketed it. She would do something with it later. She walked over to the only other precious or otherwise stone in the Nest. The was a Lapis Lazuli a round the size of a watermelon and it felt filled with Hïnsh when Kala touched it. It fortified her with the force and she prepared to use it. As she took up her stance in front of the well, her hands on her Silver Jllaim and the passages from the Nôrsh about the creation of water in her mind she remembered the things that Garth had told her: focus upon pronouncing the words correctly then the movement of your rod and above all, let nothing cloud your mind. As she chanted the words she raised her arms and pointed the staff toward the empty well. Water flowed from it and filled the well with clear liquid. When she had finished she saw something glowing green in the pocket of her cloak. The gemstone was glowing with some inner light. She picked it up and it was cool to the touch but as she did she felt like some bright light of hope had burst within her. Kala put the stone back in her pocket and took a clay mug from the table beside the bed and filled it with water from the well. "I will ask Garth about this later",Thinking inwardly, she drank deeply "and then I will try and chat with Krix about my intentions for my journey". She put the mug down and prepared to make her way down to the village.
