A story I was working on at Quizilla.com. Enjoy! Roaring winds swept through the barren valleys. A sullen night had settled in as the creaking of pines was heard outside of a scattered village. Nothing but a lizard moved through the despressing darkness. Golden scales that did not shine in the darkness as their lust would normally do, the lizard was protected from prowling shadows of the night. A person would instantly think this creature as a dragon for it's intimidating size. The citizens of the village knew better, though. Padding toward the edge of the Untamed Lands, the dragonic creature swished it's bulky tail in satisfaction. Spotting a patch of groveberries, his small, sleek tongue slipped out between massive jaws that could crush bones. By the delicate motions of eating the berries, however, you would never be able to tell the lizard's goddly strength. A quiet noise sounded beyond the trees to the lizards right. Swinging his golden, scale-clad head in the direction of the cause of the commotion, the reptilian creature spotted a crumpled bush with small patches of leaves. Looking past the leaves, the lizard saw a flash of movement. Hesitantly, the lizard stepped with graceful motions over to the bush. A whistling noise sounded and the lizard screeched as an arrow stung his heart. Falling to the ground, the dragonic creature looked up through clouded eyes to see a thin, shadowy figure with hair the color of the death staining his golden scales. Moaning in weak rasps, the lizard watched the pale man lean forward and gruffly yanked the arrow from the lizard's chest. Then the man stroked the arrow, and his rough actions ceased. "Yes," he murmered in a sour voice. "The merchant was right. Unfourtunatly, it didn't spare his life. An arrow to kill a god... this one had your name on it, you know." The lizard stopped struggling, slipping away from eternity and pain. The man turned to walk away but he found a scruffy, thin boy standing a few feet away. "Y-you killed the one who saved our village of famine. He was the god of Nourishment," his small but confident voice spoke out in the night. The winds even seemed to quiet as if waiting for the killer's response. He smiled cruelly, but there was a trace of fear that clearly danced in his eyes. The fear left and he raised his oak carved bow. He strung the stained arrow and aimed at the defensless boy, who fell to the ground in suprise. A melancholy laugh escaped the slender man's dark lips andh his crimson eyes flashed in the dark as he hissed, "I believe a new age has come to Stonecast." His figure disapeared into the uplifting darkness and the winds swept around him as he disapeared among the trees.
Actually, I do have other chapters. I was waiting to post the second once someone commented! The setting sun glistened off the maple sap coming from the pine trees. Snowcapped mountains loomed in the distance, causing a looming shadow to form over the steep, valley. A city of white stone stood regally in the center of the valley, surrounded by a shimmering lake. This was Grovehill, a city known for it's majestic beauty. Many retired knights and wizards called this place home, and those new considered this place the beginning of a life as vibrant as the surrounding land. Horses of different species and colores dotted the countryside just west of Grovehill, while dense forests with large spotted felines weaving in around the bulky trees. A young girl stepped out from among the depth of the woods with a wolf padding at her side. Her silver hair matched that of the wolve's and it hung all the way down to her chest. Parting the silky hair with slender fingers, the smiling young woman patted the magnificent wolf on the top of her broad head. The eyes on the wolf danced in a gold light, making them look like the sun in the distance. The girl stopped padding the wolf and turned back to the forest. She kneeled down, exquisite hair touching the ground. "Thank you, god of Nourishment," she whispered. She patted the tattered, mahogany colored bag hanging over her thin shoulder. The wolf waited with patience a the girl made her blessings to the feather martin in her bag. A pink tongue lashed from the white lips of the wolf, as if the sweet taste already filled her mouth. She watched the bag but did not make a move. The girl stood up to see a patient Wolf Firepaw behind her. Smiling, she stated playfully to her, "You think I went that far into the forest to catch something to eat?" The wolf's ears drooped a tad as she went on. "I went to get this for elder Denig. He says he needs the wings of one of these martins here. The wolf turned and sprinted off, and Ferra Akeesh was left standing in the clearing to the valley. She shook her head slowly, and then gave a soft call into the openning of the trees. A chesnut colored horse stepped out of the trees, obsidion mane flowing in the slight breeze. Mounting the horse, Ferra massaged the horse's neck and murmered in his pointed ears, "What are we going to do about that Firepaw, huh? Always thinking about her stomach." A melodic laugh parted through her fine lips as she urged the horse on. Soon they were darting at a fast pase to the gates of Groveshill where Wolf Firepaw was sullenly waiting. Guards with feathers tied to their towering mithril spears stood stiffly at the door, feeling the gaze of the wolf resting on them. The gaze left as a young women rode up on her horse. "Ferra, this wolf of yours is not allowed in alone. It's too risky, I'm sorry," stated the guard without emotion. Ferra shook her elegant head, making the young guard on the right take a mesmorized breath. She looked him kindly in the eye and said, "This wolf is very well mannered. She never dirties her fur when hunting; she's very elegent at that." The guard smiled and said to her, "You don't either. Your hair looks fine, madam." The guard regretted that as Ferra gave him a hard look. "You young guards, never respectful to young ladies. Always the same with you, Fredric." Fredric looked ashamed of himself as Ferra and her steed trotted by, with Wolf Firepaw right behind. The wolf gave an amused look at Fredric, with a mocking glint in her eye. Fredric took a smooth stone from the side of the paved road and chucked after the fading wolf.
*stares* whoa you are really good at describing stuff! me it is just ideas, that flow into my head and wont cease...
Thanks! I really appreciate it! Here's the next chapter: Ferra Akeesh guided her chesnut horse Derek and her wolf companion Wolf Firepaw through the lonely streets of Grovehill. No lights shone through the white marble houses, making the night have a very melancholey tinge. Ferra's heart beat faster as a charred bone lay in the middle of the paved road ahead. Leaping with gracefull agility equivelent to a wind gazzele, she landed off Derek to inspect the bone. Fear disapeared as she recognized the tool used by the little boy Rey, who liked to craft stones with it. Ferra re-mounted Derek and moved on to the center of Grovehill. Lights appeared in the murky gloom and Ferra calmed down. Her silver hair shinning in the darkness, she goaded her accomplices into the crowded center village. A man in charcoal colored robes stood on a platform elevated above the square, arms wide and wrinkles of concern on his face. It was elder Gerig, which spread relief over Ferra's face. "I knew he wouldn't die," she stated softly to Firepaw. Gerig stated gruffly to the silent crowd, "The killer is unknown! We don't even know if he was killed! But whatever happened, we must find out! The famine can spread from Rearton to this sacred valley we call Grovehill! But if it does spread, the name would more appropriatly be Barrenhill." It dawned upon Ferra as the talk of famine and murder was mentioned among the town Rearton. That was a scattered town on the edge of the Kingdom of Hearito. It was also on the edge of starvation, but it was saved by the god of Nourishment, who supposingly took the form of a golden dragon to protect them if hunger swept the lands again. Wolf Firepaw looked up in concern, a line of understanding set above her sullen eyes. Ferra tilted her head, letting her hair rub against her bare shoulder. Then it started to form a reason in her mind of the event. "No," the slender girl murmered, "the dragon was murdered?" A sudden burst of cheering and roaring erupted from the crowd. Elder Gerig raised a hand and a dead feathered martin appeared in his open palm. Ferra immediatly put her hand to her pouch, but it was empty. Once again Ferra felt like she did when in aprenticeship. Running errends for her mentor like she had once done. The young woman smiled up at Gerig, whose wise face gazed affectionatly down at her. Ferra was now a full fledged wizard, whose magical talent was taught by a great magician Gerig who once slayed a demon called Baszur. His authority lead to the leadership of Grovehill when he retired. Gerig now stroked the martin with one hand. "This creature," he went on, "will guide us through the battle. A throne shall be set up in the castle grounds, where his spirit shall give us advice to fight our new enemy. We shall save Grovehill!" Cheer once again erupted from the crowd, sounding like a stampede of cattle through the fields. Poor merchants and farmers raised rusted pitchforks and hatchets. Men and woman raised wood clubs and house hold utensils that came to hand. Knights put down their visors and raised gleaming swords in the air, letting the moonlight glint off of it. The crowd embraced the knights and cheered for them, as well as they did for the wizards and witches who raised staffs and wands to the sky, sending blasts of vibrant light into the sky. Ferra smiled as she guided Derek back to the road to her home. Wolf Firepaw stayed back a moment, sending fire through her throat and up into glorious patterns in the air. Two drunk men standing in the corner watched. One shook his head and said, "I see a wolf there breathing fire as well as any dragon." The other laughed unsteadly. "I think you have had too much to drink," he hiccuped, "that would be the day that wolves could spit fire."
i like the idea and stuff.. there is a few gramatical errors in it, but they can easily be read over, over all it is still VERY GOOD! ya see that is my thing... i correct grammar, punctuation the way things are said, blah blah blah... the borring stuff... hey you should read mine... it is called darkness fades... it isn't edited yet so there are a lot of grammar mistakes...
