Post by Arc on Dec 2, 2005 18:20:59 GMT -5
I started writing this yesterday in my Workd Civ class, and I thought I might get some reviews from you people. The -/ marks the end of what I wrote in class and the beginning of what I wrote while typing this. >_> And yes, I know this is pretty darn crappy right now. I haven't done any editting yet, and it skips around a lot.
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"Tell me, sister, what you are willing to give for your objective..."
*
Crickets chirped ecstatically, filling the predawn air with the climax of their nightly symphony. The faintest drops of dew were just forming on the tall grass. A dark shape glided smoothly across the scene, much as the wind would do. Feet followed a memorized path, never once disturbing the cricket orchestra. The tall grass soon gave way to shurbs, and then to ever increasing trees. By most, the path had been forgotten long ago. To the wraith, however, the path was still as bright as the first day. Owls hooted as they returned to their nests from their hunts, barely noticing the shape below. Those that did threw no ruckus; they had seen it before and knew it would be gone before long. Thus, they continued on their business in peace. A bat fluttered by, chasing a fleeing moth. Suddenly, the trees gave way to a small grove. Summer flowers dotted the groves, soft petals awaiting the hot summer air. Fading moonlight illuminated the grove in an almost eerie way, adding to the sudden silence. The shadow seeped forward, remembering the first time. A stone lay in the middle of the clearing, its surface covered in weathered writing. A sound, a muffled sigh, emanated from the shadow as it seemingly floated towards the stone. Even in the dim light, the words were remarkably clear. Like every other time, a whisper permeated the silence.
"A soul with promise unfulfilled awaits payment. Horrid deeds have been committed, and oaths have been shattered..."
"I know, you imbecile." The reply, a voice cold and long deprived of passion, came from the shadow. "You say the same thing every time."
"Oh...?" The whisper came. "If that is the case, why have you done nothing?" Invisible hands grasped at the shadow, taking hold of two bare human arms.
"Let me go, you invalid." Truth be told, the shape did not like the touch of the hands. They were always unnerving.
The grip released, and a soft wind rustled the leaves of the encircling trees. The shadow turned, tired of the game.
"Show yourself," it commanded, its back to the stone. "I'm not here to be your pawn."
"Who said you were? A nice game is always fun."
"You try my patience. I don't have to be here."
"Oh-ho, but you do. Yes, yes you do." The voice was followed by soft, almost ethereal, footsteps. -/ The shadow turned, and faced the resident of the grove. A person bathed in light, the exact opposite of the shadowy figure, stood on the other side of the stone. "You should know that you have no choice in being here. You're just like me."
The shadow turned its head, shielding its face area from the light. "Show off. You hurt my eyes."
"Just as you do mine. Think of it as a small little piece of revenge." It held out a glowing hand, and the shadow took it. The words on the stone glittered briefly, and then both darkness and light were dispelled. In place of the glowing and shadowy figures stood a man and a woman.
The man looked no more than 25, with straight but short blonde hair and a well muscled body. Grey eyes looked out at the world, matching his grey tunic and tan breeches. A smirk crossed his lips as he looked at the much shorted woman on the other side of the stone. She looked to be 28 or so, her black hair pulled out of her tanned face and into a braid. It seemed to melt into her black cape and dark tank and breeches. Her eyes, the only thing not dark, were the same shade of grey as the man's.
"Wipe that grin off your face," she hissed. "If you're going to taunt me, I'll not waste my time." She yanked her hand out of his, and took a step back.
"My my, quite touchy today, aren't we? You do know that this is your fault, correct?" He crossed his arms across his chest, fair skin a sharp contrast to the woman's.
"You don't need to remind me every time. It's not as easy as you think." She looked away, hoping he would not look at her eyes.
"Not as easy as I think? Ha! If you were I, this would never have happened!"
She spun her head to him, eyes blazing with fury. "Never have...? This is as much your fault as mine, you know! You bastard!"
"He's dead because of you. Jirel's dead because of you, you worthless whore!" He uncrossed his arms, hands forming into fists. "You broke your promise to him!"
"I'm the whore!?" she shrieked. "I seem to recall a certain someone wandering off after that 'fair young lady' the night it happened!"
He would not hear another word of it; he stepped forward and tried to punch her, but she somersaulted backwards. "You're as worthless as they come! Harlot! If you won't do anything about it, I sure as hell will!"
"I should have known you'd never change," she spat. She started backing away from the man, shadows forming back around her. "Just you wait. I'll get things done. I'll make you take back everyihing you said, you heartless bastard." The shadows took their hold, and she was gone, faded into the trees.
The man stared at where she had disappeared. Pent up frustration loosed itself, as he feel to his knees and punched the ground. He paused, hands stinging from the uneven ground. His eyes scanned the clearing again, and finally fell on the stone. "Tell me, sister..." he sighed. "What are you willing to give to obtain your objective?"
"Tell me, sister, what you are willing to give for your objective..."
*
Crickets chirped ecstatically, filling the predawn air with the climax of their nightly symphony. The faintest drops of dew were just forming on the tall grass. A dark shape glided smoothly across the scene, much as the wind would do. Feet followed a memorized path, never once disturbing the cricket orchestra. The tall grass soon gave way to shurbs, and then to ever increasing trees. By most, the path had been forgotten long ago. To the wraith, however, the path was still as bright as the first day. Owls hooted as they returned to their nests from their hunts, barely noticing the shape below. Those that did threw no ruckus; they had seen it before and knew it would be gone before long. Thus, they continued on their business in peace. A bat fluttered by, chasing a fleeing moth. Suddenly, the trees gave way to a small grove. Summer flowers dotted the groves, soft petals awaiting the hot summer air. Fading moonlight illuminated the grove in an almost eerie way, adding to the sudden silence. The shadow seeped forward, remembering the first time. A stone lay in the middle of the clearing, its surface covered in weathered writing. A sound, a muffled sigh, emanated from the shadow as it seemingly floated towards the stone. Even in the dim light, the words were remarkably clear. Like every other time, a whisper permeated the silence.
"A soul with promise unfulfilled awaits payment. Horrid deeds have been committed, and oaths have been shattered..."
"I know, you imbecile." The reply, a voice cold and long deprived of passion, came from the shadow. "You say the same thing every time."
"Oh...?" The whisper came. "If that is the case, why have you done nothing?" Invisible hands grasped at the shadow, taking hold of two bare human arms.
"Let me go, you invalid." Truth be told, the shape did not like the touch of the hands. They were always unnerving.
The grip released, and a soft wind rustled the leaves of the encircling trees. The shadow turned, tired of the game.
"Show yourself," it commanded, its back to the stone. "I'm not here to be your pawn."
"Who said you were? A nice game is always fun."
"You try my patience. I don't have to be here."
"Oh-ho, but you do. Yes, yes you do." The voice was followed by soft, almost ethereal, footsteps. -/ The shadow turned, and faced the resident of the grove. A person bathed in light, the exact opposite of the shadowy figure, stood on the other side of the stone. "You should know that you have no choice in being here. You're just like me."
The shadow turned its head, shielding its face area from the light. "Show off. You hurt my eyes."
"Just as you do mine. Think of it as a small little piece of revenge." It held out a glowing hand, and the shadow took it. The words on the stone glittered briefly, and then both darkness and light were dispelled. In place of the glowing and shadowy figures stood a man and a woman.
The man looked no more than 25, with straight but short blonde hair and a well muscled body. Grey eyes looked out at the world, matching his grey tunic and tan breeches. A smirk crossed his lips as he looked at the much shorted woman on the other side of the stone. She looked to be 28 or so, her black hair pulled out of her tanned face and into a braid. It seemed to melt into her black cape and dark tank and breeches. Her eyes, the only thing not dark, were the same shade of grey as the man's.
"Wipe that grin off your face," she hissed. "If you're going to taunt me, I'll not waste my time." She yanked her hand out of his, and took a step back.
"My my, quite touchy today, aren't we? You do know that this is your fault, correct?" He crossed his arms across his chest, fair skin a sharp contrast to the woman's.
"You don't need to remind me every time. It's not as easy as you think." She looked away, hoping he would not look at her eyes.
"Not as easy as I think? Ha! If you were I, this would never have happened!"
She spun her head to him, eyes blazing with fury. "Never have...? This is as much your fault as mine, you know! You bastard!"
"He's dead because of you. Jirel's dead because of you, you worthless whore!" He uncrossed his arms, hands forming into fists. "You broke your promise to him!"
"I'm the whore!?" she shrieked. "I seem to recall a certain someone wandering off after that 'fair young lady' the night it happened!"
He would not hear another word of it; he stepped forward and tried to punch her, but she somersaulted backwards. "You're as worthless as they come! Harlot! If you won't do anything about it, I sure as hell will!"
"I should have known you'd never change," she spat. She started backing away from the man, shadows forming back around her. "Just you wait. I'll get things done. I'll make you take back everyihing you said, you heartless bastard." The shadows took their hold, and she was gone, faded into the trees.
The man stared at where she had disappeared. Pent up frustration loosed itself, as he feel to his knees and punched the ground. He paused, hands stinging from the uneven ground. His eyes scanned the clearing again, and finally fell on the stone. "Tell me, sister..." he sighed. "What are you willing to give to obtain your objective?"
