Tuesday, June 1, 2004

THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER Chapter one: his name...
Darkness...surounded in pitch black darkness...and thats all...no sound...no light...no touch...no taste...

and then something. an arm. visable. he looks at the arm, and realises that its his...then he sees his legs...his body...he could even see the colour of the chlothes he's wearing. blue chloth trousers, and metal shin protectors straped to his shins. his shoes looked like lether socks, with a sole attached to it. arm's wraped in bandages, with the hands covered by black fingerless gloves. a green shirt, with the sleaves roled up, and a black tunic, underneath...the only thing he couldn't see was his face.

he ran his fingers over his face to try and 'feel' what he looked like...he ran his hand across his left cheek, and instantly pulled his hand away, as the pain suprised him...he lookes at his fingers and saw blood...his blood. this cut was fresh...and deep...he licked his blood of his fingers and continued to explore his face. he reacheds the top of his eyes, and found his fingers tickled by his hair. he explored around the top and back of his head, and found his hair was long enough to reach several inches past his shoulder blades. he also found some of his hair tied up at the top. and then he brought his hands towards his ears...he started at the ear hole. then slowly traced from the ear hole, to the top of his ear. he traced, and traced, untill he came to the end. he couldn't belive the length of his ears. he traced again, and adgin, he got the same result. his ears, were not human...he reaches to his eard and presed on the tips of them. his ears fineshed a good few inches from his actual face. he then realised what he was...



He was an elf...


he looked around, and still it was dark, and still, he could see him self in very bright colours. he took a few steps forward, but wasn't getting anywhere. he stopped to think when suddenly, a bright light shone. but it wasn't coming from anywhere in the darkness...

it was coming from him. and the light grew bigger and brighter. just then, he heard a voice.

"you find yourself surounded in darkness, but you look deep in your heart for a reason to continue, and press on as if without fear. you will be the light in the darkness, and in that light, we leave our trust..."

and then...



the darkness was gone...









he woke up...

as if from out of a trance...

but he wasn't in bed...or in his house for that fact. He tried to remember where he was...he looked around, and saw black clouds, in a red sky. he looked towards the land and saw it was torn down. the trees had their branches riped off, and the bodies of the trees were burnt. then he remembered where he was...

he was home...or...


what was left of it.

he tried to remember what his house looked like, but to no sucsess...tried to remember his village before it was ruined, and yet...to no sucsess...

and then...he tried to remember his name...

"..."he tried to speak his name...
"..."but...


"...*sigh*"to no sucsess...




he sat there with his head in his hands... and cried...he didn't know who he was, where he came from...and why he was hear.

then he spotted something on the ground, just underneth where he was sat...

it was a sword. he reached down, and picked it up. it felt comrotable in his hands, and it felt like it was his. he looked to the left side of his hip, and saw a scabbard, was attached to his hip. he went to sheath his sword when he heard a quiet thundering of hooves in the distance, coming from behind him.

the hooves got closer and closer. he turned around nd found charging towards him, 3 men on horseback, i'n black armour. they were obviously riding in his direction. as they got closer to him, they unsheathed their swords. he then did what seemed most natural to him.

he fought. and he won...the fight was over before it began.

he looked at his defeated opponents, and took of their helmets. to his shock, he found a similaraty that they had to him.

they were elvs...

he sheathed his sword, and took one of the horses, and rode in the direction in which the elven men came.

as he got further down, he found more and more bodies. bodies of armoured elven men, and regular villagers.

he got to further into town, and ended up in what seemed like the town square. he dismounted of the horse, and moved on...

suddenlly he heard rased voices. he walked towards the voices,and hid in a bush. from there, he saw more dark armoued men, and a bunch of men, women and children, the vilagers of this village, tied to a house.

"set the house on fire, and then head back to Comander Jaylew Darkblade" said one of the armoured men."

"yes sir."

the elven man threw a burning torch upon the roof, and instantly, the house caught alight.

"This is real elven rope. the fire won't burn this. looks like you'll have to just die...but look at it this way...at least you'll die together." said the elf who had just set the house alight.

he couldn't take this much longer. he jumped out from behind the bush, and sliced through one of the elven men, right across the back

"AAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" the man fell to his knees and died.

"you'll pay for that. 4 of us againt you. you'll regret your most stupid mistake ever!"

the first man tried to chop him from the head downwards, but that man had over externde his chop, and he was slices across the back. the next man, tried to swing from the side, but he got stabed. the third man tried to chop his head of, bit that man missed and was sliced through the stomoch.

the last man tried to chop diagonally, but was sliced across the bac of his leg. down on one leg, he turned round in time to see the flash of his opponents blade, and then lost his head.

he stood for a moment. replaying the fight that he had just won in his head. then he came back to where he was.

"help us, please!"

he turned around and saw the house was burning down faster. he acted quickly, and cut their bonds. he just had to free a girl about his age, at the end of the line, and they'd all be free.

"quickly!! its getting closer!!"

but her bonds were chains, and not rope.

"i don't want to die hear!"

he looked at his sword, and then with all his might, focused his strengt into one blow, and attacked the chains. he cut through the chains, and the girl fell forward. he caught her, and she looked up at him. her teares filled her beutiful green eyes. but they were tears of freedom, and happiness at the thought of still being alive. she reached up to him and kissed him full on the lips, and the pulled back.

"thank you, Weaver" she said

"who?" he said. she looked at him, and saw the bewildered look on his face.

"who did you say i was? and who are you?"

"Weaver...don't you remember me?"she asked?

"...no."he said.

"its me... Essence...your love..."

"Essence...and that name you called me?"

"...you don't know who you are, do you..."

she said, with tears in her eyes... and this time, it was tears of sadness. she buryed her head into his stomoch, and began to cry.

"my name is...Weaver..."




This story is copyright © 2004 Weaver. All rights reserved.




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