Monday, December 5, 2005

   oro??
hmm........not much to say. we jsut got our Christmas tree, its 13 days untill my 14th birthday, its my friends 14th birthday today, along with it being Undead Bovine day. (take the roleplaying stereotype quiz that is in my quiz results to get it) and I'm bored. oh, yeah. I got second chair, first band in our All-Region tryouts. I play flute. and there were like 140 ppl trying out. so that's really good. I'll just put up another story now. (a different one than my previous posts)

Ch. 1



Reinon walked along a deserted beach. Wave crashed into the shore, creating a backdrop of lonely sound. Gulls cried they’re melancholy song to the trees that rustled in a strong wind. The wind whipped Reinon’s long brown hair around her shoulders. She was alone. Completely alone. She didn't have a home anymore. Her family was gone. She did not know what had happened to them. Signs of a fight showed around her empty house. Tears filled her eyes. She could not believe that her mother, father, and little sister were dead. Yet, what could she do if they were alive? She could not fight, she didn’t know who had taken them, or even where they were going. Reinon sat down on a piece of driftwood and began weeping.
"What's wrong?" a voice said. Reinon looked up. A young man was staring inquiringly at her. He looked to be about 18 years old. A quiver full of arrows hung on his shoulder. Piercing gray eyes stared into her green ones. A longbow was in his callused hand. Black hair swirled around a warrior's face in the wind. Reinon gulped. She had heard stories about roaming bands of outcasts who used to be the crack troops of Derka, the capital of Tyril. They had been exiled when they refused to attack a village thought to hide a fugitive. The company of fighters had split into different groups of varying sizes. They roamed the country, sometimes killing government officials when they saw them.
"I won't hurt you, if that's what you're thinking," the man said. "My name is Korihor. Most people call me Kor, though. What is your name?"
Reinon chewed her lip, then said timidly, "Reinon Y'Lond."
Kor looked puzzled. "Isn't Y'Lond the name of the owner of these woods?" he asked.
"Yes," Reinon answered. "I'm his oldest daughter."
Kor asked, "Then why are you out here all alone?"
Reinon began to cry again. "I don't know where my family is," she sobbed. "I saw signs of an attack at my house. No one was there."
Kor looked surprised. "Someone attacked your house?" he said incredulously. Reinon nodded, unable to speak. "Come with me, Reinon," he said. "I can get you some help." Reinon fought to regain her composure, and stood up. Kor led her westward up the beach toward a forest.
"By the way," Reinon said shyly, "just call me Rei." Kor nodded. They walked in silence for a while. Then Rei asked, "Where are you taking me?"
Kor answered, "To my friends. We are part of the company that was exiled." Rei quickly stifled her gasp of fear. "We won't hurt you," Kor said. "We only kill corrupted government officials."
Rei was still nervous. Kor might not hurt her, but his friends might attack her when they heard her name. Kor probably couldn't hold off a lot of people at once. Her thoughts were cut off as they walked into a campsite. A fire crackled in the middle of a clearing. No smoke rose from it. A group of about twenty-odd people was seated around it. They looked up, startled. "Who is this, Kor?" one of the men asked.
"This is Reinon Y'Lond," Kor said. "Her family was attacked, and she doesn't know what happened to them."
"Y'Lond, eh." the man said. "The family that owns this woods?"
"Yes!" Rei said defiantly and only a little shakily.
"A good, honest family that is fair to everyone," the man continued. "Not one of the families we target, girl. You're safe here with us." Rei sighed in relief.
“Do you have any idea who attacked them?” a hard looking woman asked. “No, I don’t,” Rei said, more steadily. “Too bad,” the first man said. “There are lots of possibilities.”

so....yeah. sorry its kinda long.

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