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Saturday, July 7, 2007
YAY!!!!
YAY I got two more books, so now i have to finish snow walker really quick which shouldnt be a problem cause i read nearly two hundred pages today while we were driving up to get our new RV, so about 3 hours. But the books i got are, Book one of the Codex Alera- titled Furies of Calderon it's about 500 pages so it should take me only a day or 2, and then i got Dragon Lance- The lost chronical volume one- Dragons of the Dwarven depths and that about 600 hundred pages so all in all i have 4 days reading material not including the hour or two to finish off the last 300 pages of snow walker. Woot! go me! So how have ya'll been?
Oki dok so i've had a few people ask me to show them my story so here are the first couple pf pages. It's gonna be kinda long and you dont have to read it if ya dont wanna-
Alone- prologue
Puffs of air ran past frozen lips and blue fingers grasped at the earth. The change had been instantaneous, occurring due to her complete loss of energy. She had been running so long, her haunches ached and she lost her way long ago.
She lay on the ground, bare skin covered by bits of leaves and grass blades but also marred by lengthy cuts and scratches. Her fingers flexed dragging lines through the earth as her razor sharp claws sank back into her skin. She moaned in pain as her teeth slowly shrank back to normal size and her vocal cords took on human shape.
As the change completed it’s regression she laid there on her side breathing hard trying desperately to keep in the tears that had threatened to fall for most of the night. But to no avail, she wrapped her arms around her legs and she pulled them to her chest as the tears fell; burning hot trails down her frozen face. Her breathes came faster and soft wails of emotional pain entered the quiet clearing resting in the middle of an expanse forest.
Thousands of animals stopped their midnight ministrations to listen to the soft cries and far off in the distance if you listened hard you could make out the howls of wolves; they were answering her trying in their own way to give her solace from her pain.
She could not stop her tears but her brethren’s cries gave her strength so she tried her hardest to in the least bit to stop her wails. She seceded.
With tears still making steady trails down her cheeks she bent out her arms from her legs and lifted herself into a sitting position. She brought her legs around to sit Indian style with her head down cast.
Her thick, rich, red hair fanned around her pale face and she whispered into the darkness.
“Disappear… how does a wolf disappear?” Her voice broke on the last word and her wails began again.
Using her last bit of energy she forced her teeth to elongate and she bit into her wrist to bloke out the mental pain she was experiencing. She fell to darkness.
Dead chapter one
“Now, now please wake up wolf ling. I can’t have you dieing on me now.”
Through her groggy dreams of blackness she could make out the cragginess of a male voice asking her to stay alive. Life what use does she have of it.
She was just about to let herself fall back into peaceful blackness when the delicious smell of meat entered her nostrils, the sweet, juicy, charred, tangy smell of steak. Her stomach rumbled loudly announcing her hunger.
“Well obviously this steak isn’t going to eat its self young lady, do you mind waking yourself we have much to talk about.” There was that voice again. It belonged to a plump middle-aged man, resembling a kind grandfather with an open face and a joyous smile. His balding head was rimmed in frail silver hairs but his beard was full and thick with light brown hair.
The pale girl finally cracked open her dry and swollen eyes to the onslaught of sunlight that she later pinpointed to originate from a small window right above the soft bed she also found herself to be resting upon.
Her red hair was tangled with various leaves and sticks and her whole body ached. She pushed back the titian colored blanket and reached for the plate of rare steaks that the kindly old man had set down on the bedside table.
Knowing they were for her, she ate with a vengeance.
The plump old man sat himself down in an old rocking chair adorning a corner of the small sunlight lit room. He folded his hands together and watched her with contentment, just slowly rocking back and forth.
The only sounds in the room were the creaking of the rocking chair and the scrap of the young girl’s knife as she tore vigorously through the pieces of meat. Soon she was finished eating and with a clink of her utensils the room fell silent. The creaking had stopped.
The old man was now looking at her with an unwavering stare.
“Imagine to my surprise when I walked out of my cottage this morning only to find a Girl scratched and marred lying in the grass.” There was no hostility in his voice nor was there anything that would hint questioning, his voice was strong but kind. When the girl made no move to retort he went on.
“I have room in my home for you, if you don’t want to go home. But you will also have to do some work for me. I trust you can control your wolf; otherwise I will have to hand you over to the local alpha for training. If you do not wish to stay here that is your choice, I know you have been through something and I will not push you to do something you don’t want to do.”
He ended on a light note after the girl started to shake her head in terror at the mention of another Alpha no doubt with his own pack.
She does not like her own kind, the old man realized.
“Well come on then time to get up, you slept well past noon. I need to go over your tasks that I will have you do for me. The shower is down the hall I have already set out a fresh pair of clothes and a towel. Seek me out when you’re done, I will be outside.”
He hoisted himself up out of the rocking chair with a creak of old bones and just when he was about to make it out the door way her voice stopped him.
“How did you know?” When he turned his head back around he found that her head was downcast and he could barely make out the tip of her nose through the curtain of deep red. He smiled a knowing smile.
“I know a Fea when I see one, being a Fea myself.” With that he was out the doorway and his footsteps faded moments later.
The girl just sat on the bed for several more minutes just breathing in the earthy smell of dwarf goblins completely losing her self in her memories of her abusive pack.
When she felt the suns rays on the back of her eyelids she willed herself to move. Her aching body protested when she pushed herself up even further and she rested on one arm; using the other to swipe the hair back behind her shoulders.
Though she was not concerned any longer with her appearance, an idea formed in her mind.
Finally she dragged herself out of the quaint bed and stood on the floor with firm feet and a rigid posture.
She was so sore; she had been running all night. Running away from her pain and sorrow, she truly was a coward just like they said.
A/N okay okay i know that the " 's and the 's are ,essed up cause i copied and pasted from word but just ignore it and if it gets hard to read let me know. Also if ya wanna read more i have 40 more pages if ya want. And once again my myo is messed up so i cant tell if this story shows up cause it just has the first part, so if it shows let me know please. Thanks
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