Monday, January 2, 2006

back to school in '06
well school starts, tommorow, oh boy.... well i dont look forward to it but you cant really stop it so, just go with it, well break was fun, now we have to look forward to spring break! more story!:


On each side were pillars that held up the stairs and an occasional bench lining the walls behind them. Near the altar were four scrying pools (meant for communicating with the gods in their own realm and many candles were about that never seemed to go out. Behind the altar there were four banisters hanging from the wall with the symbol of each element on them. Then he was upon it, the sword had a yellowish glow that seemed to bring life to whatever had sight of it. He could feel the warmth radiating from the sword. The sword was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the handle had a comfortable leather grasp, and the hilt was simple but elegant. The swords slender figure (it is a one sided blade) gave it the power of speed, and with its mighty magic it was the unstoppable sword. He put one hand out to grab the sword. Time itself seemed to stop, this was his time, the great highlight in his life, the thing that would be remembered for ages to come. And at that moment every law and restriction of touching the sword left his mind….. He took hold of the handle. The smile on his face slowly left when he could feel the cool icy feeling of the sword burn his hands. (Hinting its name) He quickly dropped it and looked at the scar embellished in his hand. The scrying pools rippled twice then became as still as glass and the faces of the four gods appeared on each of them, letting out a screeching scream that seemed to shake the whole plane. Knowing what had happened, the elders rose from their seat and walked toward him with their arms extended telling him to back away. With the lust of power already in him, Ellitherisom pulled out the miniature crossbow he had concealed in he robe and shot both of them between the eyes. They fell to the floor dead.
He turned back to the sword with his eyes wide open, not heeding the stares of the four Gods at him. He tried to pick it up again, and again it burned him. He turned to look at the Gods for and answer; they said nothing just watched him. He was too close to turn back now he had to get it! He looked at the banner of water above the altar. And it came to him. Even the banners had their own share of power. He tore the banner down and rapped the sword in it. As he turned around to leave the stares of the Gods seemed to pop out at him, in a mad rage he knocked all four pools over and left for the door. When he arrived at the falling water he said all four words of passage, inverted. He sprinted out to his horse, and jumped on the back kicking its sides to run. He ran for a time until he came upon a cliff that overlooked the Orrock River and Lothiel. As he came to look over his city with a smile, it left him immediately. The city was burning to ashes as flaming balls of death rained down from the skies and crashed into the city. He sat on the horse awestruck. Then he turned his eyes to the sword.
Is this the price?
Then one of the balls of death hit the side of the cliff, causing his horse to rear back, the few straps snapped, and he fell to the ground hitting his head on a rock, and was then enshrouded in darkness.
When he awoke some hours later, his city was in ruins. A tear of sorrow rolled down his face. He now knew the responsibility of power, even though he had failed to admit it before. He knew that Gods had cursed him, and he could not stay here, too much was lost. He decided that he should live among humans, because he was well known to the elves. But then he thought about it; he couldn’t do that, his ears would certainly give him away; he must be known as a human not an elf. What could he do, he could cut some of them off he thought. But he wished no more pain and sought another option. He pondered over this for some time, and nothing came to him. It was his only choice. The next decision to be made was where he could go. The closest human cities were Braken, to the north, and Pri to the east.
Braken was northwest about 500 miles. Living there meant cold snow storms and constant goblin raids from Jike. But he could be well hidden there since the people wore lots of clothes. Or, he could go to Pri, about 450 miles to the west. A larger town by the Kazzan Forest, where it’s very humid but if need be he could hide in the forest. Then he thought he could hide his face much more adequately if he had a scarf and more clothing. It was decided, he will travel to Bracken. But his horse had run off, how would he get there? He then looked to the river.





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