Stone Staircase
A hooded figure crept along the wall, as stealthy as a cat. Inky darkness shrouded
him, shielding him from unfriendly eyes. To the right was the cold side of a
high structure, built right into the great mountain. To the left, a sheer drop
of over a hundred feet where jagged points of the rocks were revealed below,
veils of mists swirling about them. Not a glance was given to these,
but he kept his eyes on his prize, which were steep stone stairs. Around
and around they spiraled, right out of sight. Reaching them, he gave a low
call that sounded strangely of the wind in a blizzard. Thrice his lips gave this
call, and as the last sound died away, a young woman cloaked in black appeared
from around a sharp corner.
She made the walk, though not as neatly as the man had done. She too,
paid no attention to the fatal fall only inches from her feet. One foot in front
of another, she reached Abrax with a small sigh of relief. They stood silently
together, looking out at the world spread before them.
“Take a rest. You’ve done very well.” He murmured of the corner of his
lips.
She gave him an amused glance. “You speak as if I had a choice in the
matter.” She whispered dryly. “No need to be patronizing”
With a slight smirk, he turned to ascend up the stairs, when a horrible scream rent the air. Wheeling
back around, he nearly lost his balance, but for the woman breaking his
fall.
“NO!” he cried. “No, no, no, please no.” Another anguished cry reached
their ears. “No, they’ve got her! They’ve done it! No! We’re too late, no, no,
NO!’
Hurriedly, the woman clapped a hand over his mouth, and pushed him
against the wall. “Silence Abrax!” She hissed.
The pounding of many feet could be heard, and the clanging of weapons
being taken possession of. Men shouted and called, and there were some hard
songs that were loudly being sung. Then, suddenly, everything went deathly
still.
She bit her lip, wondering, waiting. Abrax moaned softly. Then, a cold
voice was heard. The voice of a man who was in utter command.
“They are up on the wall. Archers, take your marks.”
him, shielding him from unfriendly eyes. To the right was the cold side of a
high structure, built right into the great mountain. To the left, a sheer drop
of over a hundred feet where jagged points of the rocks were revealed below,
veils of mists swirling about them. Not a glance was given to these,
but he kept his eyes on his prize, which were steep stone stairs. Around
and around they spiraled, right out of sight. Reaching them, he gave a low
call that sounded strangely of the wind in a blizzard. Thrice his lips gave this
call, and as the last sound died away, a young woman cloaked in black appeared
from around a sharp corner.
She made the walk, though not as neatly as the man had done. She too,
paid no attention to the fatal fall only inches from her feet. One foot in front
of another, she reached Abrax with a small sigh of relief. They stood silently
together, looking out at the world spread before them.
“Take a rest. You’ve done very well.” He murmured of the corner of his
lips.
She gave him an amused glance. “You speak as if I had a choice in the
matter.” She whispered dryly. “No need to be patronizing”
With a slight smirk, he turned to ascend up the stairs, when a horrible scream rent the air. Wheeling
back around, he nearly lost his balance, but for the woman breaking his
fall.
“NO!” he cried. “No, no, no, please no.” Another anguished cry reached
their ears. “No, they’ve got her! They’ve done it! No! We’re too late, no, no,
NO!’
Hurriedly, the woman clapped a hand over his mouth, and pushed him
against the wall. “Silence Abrax!” She hissed.
The pounding of many feet could be heard, and the clanging of weapons
being taken possession of. Men shouted and called, and there were some hard
songs that were loudly being sung. Then, suddenly, everything went deathly
still.
She bit her lip, wondering, waiting. Abrax moaned softly. Then, a cold
voice was heard. The voice of a man who was in utter command.
“They are up on the wall. Archers, take your marks.”
The Woodland Throne
Athelia's widened at the sight of the very last throne. It was
made of many twisting branches, all different colors of brown, and some
had leaves. Teeny pixies flitted around, in, and out. They had built
wee homes on the throne, and they glowed like fire fly’s. Tiny emeralds were
sprayed all over, glistening and making the throne seem enchanted. It was so
different from the rest. It was calm, wise, and yet
mighty.
made of many twisting branches, all different colors of brown, and some
had leaves. Teeny pixies flitted around, in, and out. They had built
wee homes on the throne, and they glowed like fire fly’s. Tiny emeralds were
sprayed all over, glistening and making the throne seem enchanted. It was so
different from the rest. It was calm, wise, and yet
mighty.
The Ogres
A cry nearly escaped her. Her lips trembled as she beheld the sight before
her. In a cave far down below, a huge bonfire burned and dancing around the flames were…
“Ogres” she hissed.
Ogres were vile and cruel creatures. They were large,
lumbering, and not very clever. That, however, did not take away from
their frightening appearance. Their leathery skin was a grayish color, and pig eyes peered out of
their misshapen heads. The only piece of clothing on them were tattered loin cloths.
They
were also supposed to be
extinct.
her. In a cave far down below, a huge bonfire burned and dancing around the flames were…
“Ogres” she hissed.
Ogres were vile and cruel creatures. They were large,
lumbering, and not very clever. That, however, did not take away from
their frightening appearance. Their leathery skin was a grayish color, and pig eyes peered out of
their misshapen heads. The only piece of clothing on them were tattered loin cloths.
They
were also supposed to be
extinct.
Hope
Athelia looked up into the sky and then gasped. It was alight with all sorts of different colors, shining bright against the darkness. The colors shimmered, moved, and rippled. It was one of the most beautiful things Athelia had ever seen.
"Abrax, look." She said in a hushed voice.
He looked up and his face broke out into a smile. "The Northern Lights." He whispered. "They come often back home... I hope she can see them, wherever she is." He added almost to himself.
"Why?"
"They symbolize hope."
"Abrax, look." She said in a hushed voice.
He looked up and his face broke out into a smile. "The Northern Lights." He whispered. "They come often back home... I hope she can see them, wherever she is." He added almost to himself.
"Why?"
"They symbolize hope."