Saturday, February 26, 2005

chapter 10
I feel peaceful for a few moments despite the head ache of the sun. Then I hear a screech rush through the air, and the next thing I know these strange creatures that look like female angels, but I know that they cannot be this for angels would never, ever touch a vampire. They pick me up and soar with me in there claws; another reason they could not be angels. After a moment of absolute shock, not terror, but shock, I realize that they must be a mythical creature that I had heard much of as a human. It had been so long since I had dismissed them as an actual myth that I had forgotten their names. Well, what ever their names were, they intended to carry me off. Obviously, I gave them a piece of my mind. I do NOT go ANYWHERE, not even ten feet in the air, against my will. They soon found this out too, when I teleported out of their grasp, made circular wall of fire, and trapped them. They tried to fly out of the top, but I filled the area in the top with my body, and their knowledge that if they tried to get out with me there, I would slice them to bits within seconds.
“What do u want with me?” I snap. They start to answer, but I cut them off “Don’t you dare lie, or it will be the last thing you ever say.” My caution seems to be correct, for they seem to think more before answering. Now I know not to completely trust what they say even now though.
“Your necklace led us to you. Faradon told us that when a vampire came to this land with a necklace, we should help her as much as possible.”
“Oh? Really, well then tell me this; how does trying to carry me away count as helping me?”
“We must talk to you in private, we are sorry; it was the only quiet way we knew of.”
“Yeah, whatever; now what’s this oh so important thing that is for my ears only?”
“Well, Faradon told us to tell you to trust the elves, but be cautious. He told us to pass on any information we find out to you, and to follow your orders if they don’t collide with the ones we just mentioned.”
“All right, how do you know Faradon, why do you listen to him, and do you have any information?”
We follow Faradon because he saved our kind long ago, we may not speak of that here or anywhere at the moment, but that is the answer to both the first and second questions. The third, however, is a no, but we will give you any information we collect.”
All right, is that al.” all that we can tell you out here, but it is apparent that you shall not come with us now, so we shall come back alter.” This last sentence is strange because all of the time before that the three winged creatures had answered together, but this time one flew upward a slight bit and answered alone.
“And who are you?”
“I’m Falore,” and I am the leader of this group. “This, she signals to a red head on her left “is Fioress, and this dunce on my right is Bubula.” She said “We are the scouts of our tribe, and we are humbly at your service.”
“Right, and what exactly are you?”
We have a name in your language, but we have forgotten it long ago; we call ourselves the Birringias.”
“Right, well, come back later; you’re right, I have to stay with them for now. I’ll take what Faradon told you to tell me and be cautious with them, but they haven’t done anything unusual, so I don’t have any other reasons to distrust them. Thank you and good bye, Ill let you go now, but don’t try anything or you will be sorry you ever breathed the air.” I let them out of the wall, but they do not try anything, they do well practiced bow in the air in unison, and fly away in a flash of feathers.


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I fly back down to camp to find Tyrrea awake. “What was that all about?”
“Faradon and his necklace, nothing important. So, when we planning on leaving?”
“Probably tomorrow, you should really rest tonight, you look like a skeleton. Haven’t you been eating?”
“Of course, I’m just so used to human blood I guess…” There is an uncomfortable silence, which is broken by a thunder storm. The rain had not started yet, but it would soon follow this noise and light. “What a perfect time, when there isn’t any covering for miles, what are we going to do?” Tyrrea asks, more to herself than to anyone else.
“I’ve got an idea; it will take a while if we don’t use magic though, and if I do it alone, ill truly be beat.” I answer to her somewhat rhetorical question.
“I’ll help.” We make a tent out of the long grass, by weaving it together with hands and heads. Finally, we are finished. My companions and I start to settle down for much needed rest, when the furies, I remember now that humans named them furies, flapped down to our make shift home.
“Not now. Tell me in the morning.” I complain.
“But master, the news is of the most importance…” they squawk in unison, “…the elves are ready and waiting for both of you, and have sent us to tell you to teleport, for you must arrive NOW!”
“Great”, I mumble under my breath. With a heavy sigh I tell them that we will be there soon, and I add in my mind “I do not appreciate all of these people expecting me to be a day and night creature, at the same time.”

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We pack our things, including the tent we made for we are not about to waste so much time and effort. Tyrrea mounts Destina and I am happy to realize she is apparently not in pain anymore. I take my spot beside the humongous mass and within minutes we are before the Bluiundeier Mountains I have heard so much about.
I drift back and let the furies and Tyrrea riding Destina lead the way to the entrance. They silently lead me to a boulder too heavy to ever lift with writing etched into it the like of which I have never seen. I watch as Tyrrea chants something that sounds like “hoiolya mountianasi, oiopeiena foiora ana eielfa ani neieda.” Suddenly, the boulder rolls away revealing to me a tavern. The tavern glows with a magical light, which the various creatures before me enter. Destina does not even have to scrunch together, for the doorway and tavern alike are at least fifty feet up and across. I know at once that we have entered a city of elves. Yet another thing the humans were wrong about, elves live in mountains…

wel..hav fun reading this one

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