Sunday, January 15, 2006

Martin Luther King day!!
well one more day off of school, horray! well dont have much to talk about, except for theres this chich at school, well nevermind if you want to know more about that just PM me, well i have been drawing my tallin guy alot, and i think i have what he is going to look like! i put the one i did today on my pic list thing, well more story!


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The fracture in the surface continued all through the camp, tearing it literally in half, taking goblins and tents alike, into the ravine.
Ellitherisom felt he was finished here, looking at the gorge he at made. It stretched at least 12 feet wide, and how long it was, he did not know; but it was big enough to be named, by the goblins and others. Elf’s Crevacce.
When he was done looking at the power he had, he set off into the camp to get some food. He walked into the largest tent, (still bending over) and found a family of goblins staring at him in horror.
“Out!” he demanded, gesturing with his arm.
Not daring to go near the god-like elf the tore a hole in the back of the tent and fled. Ellitherisom feasted on the fawn that the goblins had started to roast, and put the other, already roasted, meat into a bag that he slung over his shoulder. Next he left the town with dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him.
The journey up to Braken was hard; the pain from the arrows only worsened as the days became colder. The farther he walked the more frost on the ground, new white flakes on the trees, and the splintering bite of the wind. With the numbing of his whole body he thought it might be a good time to hide his identity. He looked at the sword and slowly put it closer to his ear. Instantly he had cut off the top of his ear giving him a smaller, more human-like ear. But he felt the burn, and his ear was numb no longer, he let out a bone shaking shriek of pain. Hurriedly he brought some cloth to his ear to stop the bleeding. He sat there until the pain had somewhat died away. Then he started on the other ear, giving another pain-filled scream that scared the birds off from the nearest trees. And again he stopped the bleeding with some cloth. With a great load of pain in his ears he pulled out some meat and began to eat slowly, as a tear dropped from his eye, as he looked at the read snow around him. When the pain had all but mostly withered away he pulled the cloth (what remained of it) over his torso, which kept the biting wind away, but not the cold. It took him almost two weeks to get to Braken, under the uninvited influence of the chill; even though for him, it seemed like an eternity of torture. He arrived in the city one dark night on an especially cold day. His feet were soaked and frostbitten, his hands were so cold he could not feel them, and his ears were still ringing from his own scream. He fell face first in the snow, and darkness became his closest friend.
He awoke one morn, in a comfortable bed, next to a nightstand that held a low burning candle. The wounds on his arm and torso were bandaged; he lifted up the covers to see his feet wrapped also. He then realized he was naked! He pulled the covers close to him out of embarrassment and looked around. He saw a beautiful woman, with strait brown hair, and gorgeous, hazelnut eyes, sitting across the room knitting not even noticing that he had awakened.
He looked around the room to get as to some reference of where he was. It was a small cabin, with a cozy feeling to it. A warm fire burned at the opposite end of the house (where his clothes hung, and a couple windows dotted here and there.
“Why am I here? Where is my sword?”
The woman looked up at him and said with a smile, “No need to be alarmed, I found you outside in the snow drenched. So I brought you in. I bandaged your wounds and I am trying to dry your clothes. You are a very muscular and slender man, and you have wondrous hair, if I might say so, “she said as she turned away blushing.
Ellitherisom smiled a good-hearted smile for the first time in some while, and blushed also.
“And your sword is next to you on the floor.”
Ellitherisom quickly glanced at his sword to make sure that his journey wasn’t for nothing.
“I thank you for your kindness Miss….”
“Oh, um, Atria, Miss Atria. May I be so bold as to, ask, your name?”

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