Tuesday, 6 March 2007
09:44:01 PM (GMT)
Clinging tightly to a bundle Whisper ran through the woods, behind her, a
Seeker was in hot pursue. With the moon shinning brightly before her she kept
running. Dashing across a stream her little feet caught a rock and she tumbled
forward. The seeker was close behind now, with the last of her strength, she lifted
up her bundle and called upon her powers. A bright flash for miles around shined
before the world. With her last breath she calapsed to the ground.
When the seeker caught up with her it looked down in disgust, she was dead
and the child gone. His master would not be happy, no not at all. Lifting up the elf
he slung her over his back. Stretching out his leathery wings he lifted into the
moonlit sky and headed back to the castle.
* * * * * * *
Miles away in a small troll village in a bundle laid a little baby raped in
a green elf blanket. A little lock of curly blond hair clasped to his face, upon
his head a gold circlet of royalty lay. With a yawn the little child awoke, his tiny
blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight. With a cry his delicate voice rang out to the
At a nearby tree hut a troll mother steeped out of her home. Looking around
her she spotted the child, slowly she approached it. A since of magic clung the child
and it scared her but she didn't care. Not that long ago she had had a little boy,
but he had died from a terrible sickness. With careful hands she picked him up and
carried him inside.
Stay tuned for chapter one, Cloud.
Last edited: 28 March 2007