Wednesday, December 21, 2005

new story
this is just the prologue to my new story, truthfully i think it could be a short story in itself, but thats me. ok im gonna put one page a day like i used to so here it goes.

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Prologue
Responsibility of Power
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Once in time there was a great Elven city, known as Lothiel. The city was of white stone, having walls high enough to keep the great city safe from outsiders. The city also acted as a lighthouse over the land, for it seemed to glow as the sun or even the moon radiated off the white stone. Inside it was very calm, no one rushed, and very little guards needed to be placed inside the walls, for in this city there was no other but elves. Small rivers flowed through the city, mixing with the various kinds of foliage. Many flowers could be seen all through the city, giving a fragrant smell everywhere. The city seemed like a small hill; buildings nearest the walls are at the lowest point. Towards the center of the city the buildings are raised little higher until you get to the center, where the castle is. The reason for this small hill in the city was a strategic reason. If the city was overrun, the people could retreat to the castle always having the higher ground.
Castle Thialin is a magnificent castle. The castle has many spires, not more than two the same, ( the reason for two the same is that anything built on one side was mirrored on the other side, the dividing point for this was the rise of the wall directly above the front door) giving the feeling of safety, as if you are watched. On the four corners of the castle there are four large spires (one to each god of the elements) and the largest in the center. The door to the castle was a large, heavy door, guarded by four warriors.
The city was led by King Ellitherisom (he had no wife), a mighty king, having been through countless battles, and learned important strategies for defending a city. (Note the city on a hill) King Ellitherisom’s family had ruled for ages (elves can live up to ten-thousand years), nothing crippling the strength in the city, and not a weak link to be found. And in his three thousand year reign, nothing that would disgrace his family had happened. Yet with the city so large, Ellitherisom had more power in his hands than his father before him, putting a great burden on his shoulders. For power has its own responsibility.
In Ellitherisom’s reign the city had grown more then ten percent more than the normal rate, giving Ellitherisom a great distance to keep under the watch of his eye. But he felt that it was under control, for in the tallest spire he had a “crows nest”. And with his elven magics he could see for miles, all around his city.
The four gods of the elements: Nehotep, God of Wind; Karatash, God of Earth; Hatarun, God of Fire; and Asuall, God of Water. These gods ultimately rule this realm, having the power to give or take what they please. Yet the gods are righteous, never taking out of greed, and never letting anything out from their control. To discuss these matters, the gods had formed a meeting place, The Temple of the Elements. This creation was one of the wonders of the world. The greatest creation of the gods, with an exception of one sword; the Sword of the Elements. (its real name is Frostburn, because of its elemental powers) This sword is said to have the power of all four gods. Striking as swift as the wind, crushing like the power of earth, slicing with the burn of fire, and movements as fluid as water. This acted as a sort of Holy Grail to the people that worshiped these gods. This sword was kind of like the portal for the gods to come to the material plane in these parts, the only other place this is possible is in their own temple. (on the four sides of this world: north, south, east, west) The ability to travel to the material plane meant the power over the denizens in Carthian. Without this ability they had no control over anything but their own lands.
Ellitherisom’s power had grown to its limits. Yet with the power he already had, he still wanted more. He could not take the elves to war without reason. And he could not expand the city any more. One item seemed to stick out. The Sword of the Elements. Stealing this sword was against his religion, his whole way of life, and he knew it. Yet there was and urge to have it.

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