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This is my NaNo book. The title is odd, but there's hopefully gonna be a sequel that fixes the title. It's called Âmethu: Rise against, and there's going to be lots of ships--I mean--uhh--well, not this early in the book. Let's start with what I have so far.
Prologue
Small fingers curled themselves around a stick, then dragged it through the ashes, scraping and scraping. The cave was silent but for the crackle of the fire and the slow scrape of the stick against the stones of the cave floor.
The figure’s other hand swirled paint among the words, forming a colorful backdrop for the black, drab words that were dragged across the plain gray rock.
Then the figure stepped away, letting the firelight illuminate it’s secret message--
Rise before you fall into their Âshes.
Chapter one: Hunters
Sor slowly moved across her apartment, tracing her fingers across the stone bricks in her wall, stone bricks held together by design and hope.
The old windmill at the top of her house creaked. It wasn’t in use any more; all factories but four were forbidden by the monarchy, forcing all builders to turn to a medieval style. It just turned and turned, though Sor had turned all of the odd machinery off. The windmill was just a metaphor for the world she lived in; it turned and turned with life, but some hidden power inside had ripped all of it’s use out from inside it.
She hummed slightly, pushing the dark thought aside as she opened her cooler, a small box filled with ice and snow, and pulled a popsicle out. Not entirely an acceptable morning snack, but she could make do with it. She yawned, forcing her tired eyes to study the colorful popsicle, forcing her eyes to identify it’s purple and gold stripes.
Just as her exhausted fingers teared at the thin white paper surrounding the popsicle, a few short and brisk knocks echoed through the air.
She frowned, brushing a few strands of messy hair out of her eyes. Who would be here at this time of night? Wait, no… She glanced over at the water mechanism on her wall. According to it, it was currently….One AM?
Still she pushed her messy hair away from her face and opened the door unceremoniously. “Hello? If you’re one of Ness’ friends, I’m sorry, but we can’t have parties at this mome--”
It was a man. Not a teenager, but an actual man. He was wearing a long black overcoat--is that a Horizon cloak? What!?--that dangled all the way to the ground. His hands were hidden in it’s pockets, and his face was--she frowned as she tried to study it. It was impossible to focus on, and she couldn’t make out any of it’s features--a spell… She knew people loved to flaunt their spells, but this man had a powerful spell cloaking his face, and also wore and could afford a Horizon cloak….
“No, miss.” He said calmly. His voice was smooth and dark, but not quite deep...it sent a thousand chills down her spine all at once. “I’m here with a warrant.”
Sor gulped. “A--a warrant?”
“...I truly prefer the term license, miss.” The man corrected. All she could see was his overcoat and his slightly shaggy dark brown hair. She resisted the impulse to slam the door...it was early...she was tired...how fast could she even move?
The man produced a card from the depths of his Horizon cloak and held it perfectly still in front of Sor’s face. “Allow the words to explain themselves.”
It took a few moments before her blurred vision finally focused on the card held in front of her in the dark of early morning. Words in a plain script were printed on it: Hunter, Hunt license est. 2000, Q. Degree. Confiscation license grade A, #30921
Sor tilted her head to the side. “Excuse me, what’s that supposed ta mean?” Sor asked, while preparing to run from the man if necessary. The early morning air brought in a chill, almost a warning from the darkness to run from this intimidating figure.
The man smiled. “It means that that was a confiscation license, miss.” The instant he stretched his hand towards her alarms went off in her head. Of course--that’s why he’s hiding his magic under a Horizon--
She felt the haze of his magic through the air, the haze that begged her to give up and go to sleep, to give up and fall on the ground into slumber. She turned and began to run, forced herself to run before the spell took over her body and she fell to the ground--
Then there was a dark blur in the air and the man was in front of her. She could finally focus on his face for a half-second, and saw a faint smile on it. She gasped, stopped, tried to change her direction--
And felt the spell lull her into sleep. She tumbled into his arms, her eyes closing.
The man smiled as he carried her unconscious body in his arms. On the other side of the card in his pocket, the side he hadn’t shown her, were the words: Magical confiscation license.
And soon, he knew, her magic, her weak and common levitation magic, would be his. To toy with, to place in a vial. His.
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A girl quietly moved across the street. Her hair was raven black and she dressed modestly, although with tears in her gray hoodie and jeans, and she carried a simple wooden skateboard under her left arm. Her eyes darted across the street warily. Although she was headed to the café, to be in public, and to be under the eyes of all, she was always glancing around...always wondering….
The streets were empty except for a few passing girls and--
The girl froze, her eyes on a single figure.
He was of average height, but she didn’t notice that. All she noticed was his hair, his billowing overcoat--it was a Horizon--he was--He was a character from her past. And he was back. Hadn’t he done enough damage? Hadn’t he destroyed her life enough?
The girl turned and ran, eventually skateboarding away from the man, the reaper--the thief who had stolen her happiness--the girl decided she wouldn’t go to the café today. For obvious reasons.
This is all for now, but I do have a part written for Myst, and one more character (she's a bit like Cress from the Lunar Chronicles, but it's honestly a coincidence. I swear). There's also le boys. (The plot centers around two storylines that entertwine; a group of boys and a group of girls.)
submitted by Icy, age 13..., The Forest
(November 1, 2017 - 12:28 pm)
(November 1, 2017 - 12:28 pm)
Very nice! Have to dash-- I'm supposed to be doing a huge project that's due tomorrow. But I like it, and I noticed something but immediately forgot-- get back to ya later.
~Seeker
(November 16, 2017 - 8:24 pm)
xD
(November 17, 2017 - 8:34 am)
Aaaaahhhh! I just caught myself up--this is AAWWWWESOOOOOOME! I love it. Amazing job, Icy!
(November 17, 2017 - 10:20 am)
❄This looks like a filler and feels like a filler. Hmm...❄
“Myst. What did I tell you about rest?!” Ravayn protested as Myst sagged towards the ground. Sor was supporting her, but she was still obviously weak. The burn on her leg wasn’t exactly healing, and it glinted dark red underneath the sun.
“I’m fine.” Myst said quietly. “Excuse me. But did you forget the part where you got blasted in the leg with a fireball?” Sor sassed. “I didn’t forget. I just have acceptance, determination, and the ability to move on despite getting ‘blasted in the leg with a fireball’.” Myst replied.
“Look.” Ravayn said. They were travelling along the edge of the woods towards the mystery location that Myst still hadn’t disclosed. “There’s a log right here.” Ravayn pointed. “We’re on the edge of a forest. There’s a lot of logs.” Sor muttered under her breath.
“My point being, we can sit and rest for a bit. Don’t you have any rations in that magical backpack of your’s?” Ravayn asked Myst. “First of all, it’s not magical. It’s a backpack. Y’know, you put items inside of them?” Myst pointed out in a mock-Sor tone.
Sor shot Myst a look but dropped it. “Myst, I’m the sassy one here. Go back to being the wise one.” Sor said, sticking her tongue out at Myst. Myst shrugged and lowered herself painfully into a sitting position on the log that Ravayn had indicated.
“Which one am I?” Ravayn asked curiously.
“The weird one.” Sor said as Myst dug into her backpack.
“I prefer the heroic one that saved both of your lives.” Ravayn pointed out. “I saved lives too!” Sor protested. “We all saved lives here.” Myst decided calmly. “However, Ravayn’s score is highest in that department.” Myst pronounced. Sor tilted her head at Myst. “...What language was that?”
Myst finally produced a package of Slim Tims*™ beef jerky from her backpack. Sor cheered at the top of her lungs, which probably wasn’t wise due to the fact that a group of maniac hunters was after them.
Myst silenced her by calmly placing a finger to her lips. “Since Ravayn behaved more, she gets the first piece of jerky.” Myst said sternly, handing a Slim Tim* to Ravayn. Ravayn grinned.
“Oh gee, thanks mom.” Sor muttered.
“Did you hear voices?” Someone called out to another. Sor’s eyes went wide. “Can I have my beef jerky before we start running for our lives?” Sor pleaded.
Myst tossed her a piece before sealing the bag and tossing it back into the backpack. “Mayb--” Myst began to say.
Suddenly, a deafening roar shook the forest, and they couldn’t hear the Hunters anymore. Myst’s eyes widened. “Let’s just head for the---the place I told you about.”
*Any resemblance to existent brands of beef jerky is entirely coincidental.
“Wait, what about the--whatever that was?” Sor questioned, her eyes wide. “No time for it.” Myst said quickly. “Let’s just get out of here.” Myst tried to take a step forwards, then stumbled, but artfully concealed it by sitting back onto the log.
Sor helped Myst up. “Of course. Myst, geesh, ya seriously need a crutch. I mean, I’m a great crutch, but--” Sor began.
Myst sighed. “I’ll find a sti--”
Ravayn was already running to get two sticks of the appropriate sizes. Myst sighed. “Can we please continue?” Myst begged, somehow keeping her graceful and wise tone. Another roar shook the woods, with several crunches and a noise like the wind blowing through the trees, shaking every leaf. Sor imagined showers of leaves cascading to the forest floor. “I agree with Myst!” Sor called, her eyes wide.
“Right.” Ravayn said, returning empty-handed. And, not for the first time that night, they ran.
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(November 18, 2017 - 4:20 pm)
must... have... more...
C’MON ICY YOU CAN DO IT!!!
(I shall have celebratory cake for you when you finish)
(November 20, 2017 - 8:36 am)
Cake?
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Did you ever wonder what was happening in the mage tower at this moment in time?
No, you didn’t? Oh, well today’s your lucky day! Now you get to know what happened in the tower, even though you didn’t want to, and just wanted to hear a few more chase scenes?
But what about the girl?
You didn’t forget about the girl, right? The girl with no name?
It could be my fault, then, for only writing two scenes with her in them. But that’s not important. And if anyone asks if I broke the fourth wall, well...please don’t tell them about this.
The girl with no name was currently in the act of trying to make a bow out of a stick that one of the lower-level mages gave her, saying that a hunter had brought it to her. Simple things like stones and pebbles didn’t come her way very often.
She glanced out the window, studying the mountain range. Even without the light of an aurora borealis, sunset, or sunrise, they were still stunning. The tall shapes of rock towered over the tower almost protectively, seeming to almost comfort her. The one nearest to her was called the Fang mountain, possibly because it was shaped like a fang. Someone was very creative when they named it.
Suddenly, a deafening roar shook the mountains. The girl jumped, then ran to her window, glancing around the mountains. What could make such a sound?
The door to her room burst open.
‘Teacher’ was there, his hood thrown back. “I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it. Stay inside and stay away from the entrances.” He said breathlessly before he left, closing the door soundlessly behind him.
So, obviously, immediately she found herself tiptoeing outside her door. It was an impulsive, reckless decision. But as another roar seemingly shook the mountains, she forgot all about impulsiveness and recklessness. Instead, her amber eyes sparkled and she bounced outside her door to slide down the banister. She tossed her dirty leather jacket on top of her satin green gown and adjusted her Mage necklace, staring at the turquoise pendant at the end for a brief second.
The levels of the mage tower whisked past her in a blur. She had no time, nor the brainpower, to count the floors as she passed them. She wasn’t taught too much math or really too much of any subject besides her magicks. Being a ‘prodigy’ (as she said before, she wasn’t a prodigy, she just happened to have the right magicks) was the only thing they cared to teach her about. A few of the adult low-level Mages would bring her textbooks though.
Someone yelled her title as she sailed down the banister. She yelped as the end of the banister came towards her, threatening to crash directly into her body. She glanced around, nearly toppled over the wrong side of the banister, and, an inch away from the banister’s end, launched herself off of the banister, sailing through the air and crashing onto the floor.
She groaned and slowly sat up, massaging herself. “Well, that could’ve been worse!” She chirped cheerfully….
Then stared at the door, the exit to her home. The giant dark oak exit that she had never used. Why was she doing this? This was too much of a split second decision for her--
Another roar shook the mountains and she beamed, reaching for the doorknob.
And realized she had no idea how to open fancy, ornate golden doorknobs of that style. She pouted and yanked at it for a few minutes as the roaring continued in the background. “Hey! Open!” She yelled finally, pouting hard.
The door finally creaked open loudly, almost as if protesting. She smiled politely at it. “Thank you.” She said as she swept it a bow and then erupted into giggles that were interrupted by another roar.
She breathed deeply, then sprinted out the door.
(November 21, 2017 - 1:55 pm)
“We’re nearly here.” Sor declared confidently for about the thousandth time that day. Truly, it was only Myst who could tell them when they were ‘there’ or not, or even close, but Sor had to keep her mood up somehow.
Myst edged her way away from Sor, then stumbled as her bad leg gave way beneath her. “You...you are honestly right.” Myst murmured. A thick, cold fog had surrounded them. Myst said it had possibly drifted in from a nearby lake; Sor imagined a glassy surface blurred by a few waves here and there coated in a thick white mist.
Sor glanced to the left. She could no longer see tree trunks; she couldn’t see anything, but she could smell a distinct smell she couldn’t place; she had lived in the suburbs with no experience of the wilderness.
Ravayn stepped in something with a squishing sound; Sor instinctively guided herself and Myst away from where Ravayn was walking, her outline barely visible in the thick mist.
Sor shivered. She had had always hated mist….
“Nearly here.” Myst said confidently. Something snarled to their left, concealed in the darkness. Another creature roared in the distance, it’s voice echoing and echoing, the noise rolling around, getting fainter with every echo until it finally dissipated.
Myst tilted her head to the side, listening to and observing the roars. “If the mist weren’t here, we’d have it.” Myst murmured lightly under her breath. More roars echoed around the terrain in the distance, and Myst’s eyes flashed in recognition.
“I could just get above the fog--” Myst began to say. Ravayn’s hand shot out and gripped Myst’s wrist. “No more risking it.” Ravayn commanded. “It’s been several hours. I know my own limits.” Myst said cooly, her eyes flashing. Ravayn’s face emerged from the blanket of fog surrounding her, and Myst could finally see her expression--furiously protective. “Myst.” Ravayn hissed.
Myst met Ravayn’s gaze, unblinking. “You’re not. You don’t have enough energy.” Ravayn dictated. “It’s been hours.” Myst retorted. “You still need rest. The burn could grow.” Ravayn responded, turning and marching through the mist. Something growled on their left.
“I’m sorry, but who’s exactly the leader?” Sor asked innocently while guiding Myst. “It--” Ravayn began. “Trios usually don’t have leaders.” Myst explained quietly. Ravayn shrugged--at least, Sor assumed it was a shrug. The fog was cloaking them all, hiding their movements and bodies.
There it was again--a definite bestial growl to their right. Sor glanced through the mist, squinting slightly. “Myst...what types of, erm, animals, do you see here?” Sor asked slowly. Myst glanced over at Sor. “I don’t really prefer calling them animals.” Myst said quietly. “Aww, that’s sweet!” Sor commented.
“I prefer calling them monsters.” Myst murmured, her voice low.
Something swished through the fog around them. Sor saw nothing, but she definitely heard the fast movement and the squish of--feet? Paws? Talons?--in the mud around them.
“Guys, there’s definitely some sort of thing here…” Ravayn murmured. Her eyes swept around the fog around them, then caught on--to a dark gray blur that shot through the air. “Seriously!?” Sor complained. “I thought we were done with the whole running-for-our-lives-yada-yada stuff!” Sor protested.
Myst carefully studied the fog around them. A dark gray blur shot by again. “I don’t think we’re quite finished with the trend of fleeing to preserve our lives yet.” Myst said calmly. “Huh?” Sor lost her focus and a growling, snarling gray blur (she couldn’t find it’s details in the fog, and it moved too quickly anyways) launched itself at her.
Voices were yelling in the distance. Sor would’ve normally filed the fact away and brought attention to it (or, more realistically, freaked out, because they were in the middle of the wilderness and hadn’t heard anyone but themselves all day), but currently a snarling wolf-like creature was chasing after her.
She accidentally separated herself from Myst. Ravayn yelled something, but it was too late--”Follow me!” Myst yelled, then Myst was gone, and in her place, a robin swooped through the fog. Ravayn grit her teeth and dashed for it. The snarling thing slashed at Sor, and Sor quickly jogged through the fog. The voices in the distance were getting louder.
Something swished through the air and Ravayn darted to the side, a small sound of surprise on her lips.
“Do you hear that!?” A voice in the distance yelled. Something cracked in the distance, and someone yelled.
Birds chattered, and animals snarled and growled on all sides of the sprinting Ravayn and Sor. Robin-Myst swooped in front of them, skillfully leading them and navigating through the fog. However, the monsters seemed to be faster than them. There had to be some way--some strategy--
The first fireball shot through the fog.
“Not this again!” Sor pleaded with the fog-covered sky. The sky didn’t respond, as usual.
“I can’t hit those danged beasts!” A man yelled. “Oh just do it already!” A woman’s shrill voice shrieked. “Shut it and let me focus!”
“Please, can we have a break from running?” Sor begged. “I get I need exercise, but I’ve had enough running for my life to last a lifetime!”
Ravayn rolled her eyes somehow, despite the fact that beasts were possibly surrounding them. Beasts they couldn’t see due to the thick, white fog.
The robin dropped to the ground, then, in a flash of growth and change, Myst knelt where it had landed. “We’re….here….” She whispered, her voice slightly hoarse.
The fog parted to reveal….
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(November 21, 2017 - 8:31 pm)
Awesome Icy!
(November 22, 2017 - 11:06 am)
Noooooooooooooo! I must have more! This is great, Icy!
(November 23, 2017 - 9:22 am)
Don't stop now! It's amazing!
(November 26, 2017 - 7:54 pm)
Top!
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