“Why are you out here all alone?” asked Michael.
“I should be asking you the same question…” replied Gabriel, leaning forward, as if anxious to hear Michael’s answer.
“I…I was…oh never mind, now’s not the time…”
“Humph, well, if you want to tell me I shall wait until a more convenient time.”
“And what are you doing out here?”
“Me? I am no more than a mere wanderer nowadays.”
“Why?” asked Michael.
The moon suddenly disappeared behind a cloud again…”That…is not something I am willing to discuss with someone I have just met.”
A few minutes passed with Gabriel gazing into the sky. He looked back down and saw Michael staring at the fish sizzling over the fire. “Go ahead…” he said, and Michael hungrily grabbed one of the fish. He took a huge bite and slowly chewed it. “You haven’t eaten in a long time have you?”
“No, I haven’t had a proper meal for some time now.”
“Well, enjoy the fish. One is more than enough to satisfy me. So have what you want. Okay?”
“Yes, of course, thank you…” replied Michael reaching for a second fish. Gabriel slowly chewed his own fish and continued to stare at Michael.
The thunder rolled as Gabriel spoke, “I will be right back, I feel like a walk will do me good…”
“Okay,” Michael managed to say through a mouthful of fish.
Gabriel stood and the gray raven flew down and perched itself on his shoulder. Gabriel walked, stepping softly toward the river. He walked along the shore for a little and then found a rock and slipped off his boots and stepped into the river. He loved the running water moving around his legs. Water was so powerful, even rocks cannot withstand it. Maybe, just maybe…he thought, just maybe. He spent just a little time more and then stepped out and lay down on the shore as his legs dried. At some point in time he closed his eyes and fell asleep in nature, just as he liked.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Chapter 1 part 2
He walked slowly to the edge of the forest and looked through the open gate of the town ahead. Softly a gray raven landed on his shoulder. He offered a casual eye toward the bird. “Hello,” he said, his voice had a bright, cheery air about it. “Okay, you can come.” He slowly started into the village with the bird on his shoulder.
He was wearing breezy pants that were flaming red and stopped at the middle of his calves. He was wearing a shirt in the same fashion stopping midway on his forearms. His shirt had a split starting at his waist and going up to the middle of his tanned chest. His cloak was draped about him, clipped together in the front with an oddly shaped metal clip. He wore tight boots that came to his knees and had two long daggers, one on the outside of each leg. He received many stares.
Walking to a building he went in, and then came out with a small loaf of bread. He walked out of the village and into the still woods and found a small clearing by a babbling brook. He lit a fire, and fashioned a fishing pole and sat down on the bank. He waited and caught a couple fish, and then roasted them over the fire.
He found himself looking through the fire into the dark forest, he could see something moving. He let off a low whistle and the raven landed on his knee. The raven had a single thin black line of feathers running down its back. “Go, and look for our friend.” Muttered the boy quietly, pointing though the fire. The raven took off silently. The boy slipped a dagger out of its sheath. He grasped it so that the blade ran toward his elbow.
Seconds later a boy dressed in ragged clothes came stumbling into the clearing. The raven was following close after.
“Who are you?” said the one with the dagger.
“Please, don’t hurt me!”
“Do I have a reason too?” asked the first boy.
“No…I guess you don’t…”
“Well, come on, sit down,” replied the boy. Putting the dagger away, he himself sat down. “So, who are you?”
“My name?”
“Yes, your name…”
“My name is Michael…” said the boy breathlessly. He sat down slowly on the ground. Michael stared at the strange boy opposite him through the fire. Somewhere distant, thunder rolled. The moon disappeared behind a cloud. A streak of lightning lit the sky as the boy in red replied…“My name is Gabriel.” Another mighty roll of thunder broke.
He was wearing breezy pants that were flaming red and stopped at the middle of his calves. He was wearing a shirt in the same fashion stopping midway on his forearms. His shirt had a split starting at his waist and going up to the middle of his tanned chest. His cloak was draped about him, clipped together in the front with an oddly shaped metal clip. He wore tight boots that came to his knees and had two long daggers, one on the outside of each leg. He received many stares.
Walking to a building he went in, and then came out with a small loaf of bread. He walked out of the village and into the still woods and found a small clearing by a babbling brook. He lit a fire, and fashioned a fishing pole and sat down on the bank. He waited and caught a couple fish, and then roasted them over the fire.
He found himself looking through the fire into the dark forest, he could see something moving. He let off a low whistle and the raven landed on his knee. The raven had a single thin black line of feathers running down its back. “Go, and look for our friend.” Muttered the boy quietly, pointing though the fire. The raven took off silently. The boy slipped a dagger out of its sheath. He grasped it so that the blade ran toward his elbow.
Seconds later a boy dressed in ragged clothes came stumbling into the clearing. The raven was following close after.
“Who are you?” said the one with the dagger.
“Please, don’t hurt me!”
“Do I have a reason too?” asked the first boy.
“No…I guess you don’t…”
“Well, come on, sit down,” replied the boy. Putting the dagger away, he himself sat down. “So, who are you?”
“My name?”
“Yes, your name…”
“My name is Michael…” said the boy breathlessly. He sat down slowly on the ground. Michael stared at the strange boy opposite him through the fire. Somewhere distant, thunder rolled. The moon disappeared behind a cloud. A streak of lightning lit the sky as the boy in red replied…“My name is Gabriel.” Another mighty roll of thunder broke.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Chapter 1 part 1
Stepping quietly through the reeds, the teenage boy crouched down low. From cases attached to his calves he pulled out two slim daggers and momentarily flinched as two other people flashed past his hiding spot. The boy had strawberry-blond hair that went to the middle of his ears, and his bangs stopped in the middle of his eyes. He was dressed in flaming red clothes and wearing a cloak that blended with the surroundings.
“Wait!” said a voice, “He’s around here somewhere. I can feel his presence…”
The boy grabbed a small rock and tossed it down the river. At the sound of the splash the two people took off down the river. Noiselessly the boy jumped out of the reeds. He landed just as quietly on a branch in a nearby tree. He crouched down, his eyes narrowing as he studied the two figures that were now standing by the water. Slowly he put the daggers away and pulled out four thin needles, about seven inches long. He stood and adjusted himself on the branch, not even moving a leaf. His hair slowly turned a fiery red, his eyes glowed red and he jumped to the ground. His cloak fluttered down around him as the two figures turned to face him. Crossing his arms, the needles were lit afire and he threw them. Two needles in each figures chest.
The people were knocked off their feet and landed hard, dead, on their backs. The two bodies disappeared in a haze of smoke leaving behind two blue feathers, one for each body. They were about seven inches long. Slowly the boy’s eyes and his hair returned to their normal color.
“Wait!” said a voice, “He’s around here somewhere. I can feel his presence…”
The boy grabbed a small rock and tossed it down the river. At the sound of the splash the two people took off down the river. Noiselessly the boy jumped out of the reeds. He landed just as quietly on a branch in a nearby tree. He crouched down, his eyes narrowing as he studied the two figures that were now standing by the water. Slowly he put the daggers away and pulled out four thin needles, about seven inches long. He stood and adjusted himself on the branch, not even moving a leaf. His hair slowly turned a fiery red, his eyes glowed red and he jumped to the ground. His cloak fluttered down around him as the two figures turned to face him. Crossing his arms, the needles were lit afire and he threw them. Two needles in each figures chest.
The people were knocked off their feet and landed hard, dead, on their backs. The two bodies disappeared in a haze of smoke leaving behind two blue feathers, one for each body. They were about seven inches long. Slowly the boy’s eyes and his hair returned to their normal color.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Prologue Part 2
The aftermath of the battle was horrible and very devastating. Fariji-swaylos, Osvaldo-miays, and Aemilius-vrados were dead, and Nadia-camays went into hiding. From the battle a vast chunk of the earth was immediately incinerated and vanished. It left a gaping valley that cut out part of the mountain it was under. Miassuez Deliziair also went into hiding, and rumor had it that he was trying to rebuild his forces.
Over the years it was said that Nadia-camays surfaced from hiding. Miassuez had forgotten how she had treated him. His mind was occupied solely by one thought. To destroy the order of the Carnor. Every time that Nadia-camays surfaced, so would Miassuez. He would have his verniablas pursue her as far as she wandered. When she disappeared, he would as well.
Then, Miassuez Deliziair disappeared, completely. It was not clearly understood at that time exactly why he had dropped off of the face of the earth, or where he went to. And so, he passed from the knowledge and memory of all, except for Nadia-camays. She eventually resurfaced and found no trace of Miassuez. Nadia-camays wandered throughout the land and found no trace of the other Carnor.
She eventually came to accept the fact that she was the last Carnor.
Over the years it was said that Nadia-camays surfaced from hiding. Miassuez had forgotten how she had treated him. His mind was occupied solely by one thought. To destroy the order of the Carnor. Every time that Nadia-camays surfaced, so would Miassuez. He would have his verniablas pursue her as far as she wandered. When she disappeared, he would as well.
Then, Miassuez Deliziair disappeared, completely. It was not clearly understood at that time exactly why he had dropped off of the face of the earth, or where he went to. And so, he passed from the knowledge and memory of all, except for Nadia-camays. She eventually resurfaced and found no trace of Miassuez. Nadia-camays wandered throughout the land and found no trace of the other Carnor.
She eventually came to accept the fact that she was the last Carnor.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Prologue part 1
It happened a long, long time ago. Many, many years now…it was a dark time. Miassuez Deliziair and his followers, the verniablas, held the land of Asrian in their iron grip. All of the people of Asrian were slaves to Miassuez. Life was terrible. Babies were stolen from their families as soon as they were born. The elderly were murdered after they reached a certain age. The people lived in a state of constant fear.
The verniablas were the main cause of this fear. At seven feet tall, and cloaked in black robes that shrouded their every feature, not one person knew anything about them except for this one fact. The verniablas seemed to radiate fear. Only something shrouded in such mystery could cause so much fear.
And then they came. They were our saving grace, and there were only four. They were normal people, with extraordinary powers. They were the Carnor, the Masters of the Elements. They were the ones who defeated Miassuez the first time. Fariji-swaylos was the oceagor. He could control water, and as it so happened, he had healing powers. He has been the only Carnor to ever have them. It was a mysterious occurrence. Nadia-camays was the wiagor, master of the wind. She was the only female at that time. Osvaldo-miays was the first fiagor, controller of fire. He led a dark, and terrible life filled with distrust and malice. Aemilius-vrados controlled the ground. As the eragor, he was able to build columns of rock in seconds, form shrapnel as hard as diamond in minutes and had the ultimate defense.
They miraculously defeated the verniablas and nearly killed Miassuez. But as the Carnor prepared to kill him, Nadia-camays had a moment of weakness. Her stone face broke and she begged the other three that he be spared. Reluctantly, the other three agreed. Miassuez was thrown into a five-hundred foot deep dungeon and left for ten years. Somehow he weathered the ten years suffering from only hunger. Miassuez lived. He never really forgot how Nadia-camays had spared him…he also never forgot how Fariji-swaylos, Osvaldo-miays, and Aemilius-vrados were ready to kill him.
After the ten years the Carnor thought that Miassuez was ready to emerge into the world again. That he was purged of all evil. When he was released, he made a bold and daring move. Miassuez Deliziair struck out against the Carnor. Fighting all four of the Carnor at once, the battle was so fierce that legend says that the earth shook for weeks even though the battle lasted for only three days.
And everyone knows that legend is what is told when the truth is too terrible or dangerous to know.
The verniablas were the main cause of this fear. At seven feet tall, and cloaked in black robes that shrouded their every feature, not one person knew anything about them except for this one fact. The verniablas seemed to radiate fear. Only something shrouded in such mystery could cause so much fear.
And then they came. They were our saving grace, and there were only four. They were normal people, with extraordinary powers. They were the Carnor, the Masters of the Elements. They were the ones who defeated Miassuez the first time. Fariji-swaylos was the oceagor. He could control water, and as it so happened, he had healing powers. He has been the only Carnor to ever have them. It was a mysterious occurrence. Nadia-camays was the wiagor, master of the wind. She was the only female at that time. Osvaldo-miays was the first fiagor, controller of fire. He led a dark, and terrible life filled with distrust and malice. Aemilius-vrados controlled the ground. As the eragor, he was able to build columns of rock in seconds, form shrapnel as hard as diamond in minutes and had the ultimate defense.
They miraculously defeated the verniablas and nearly killed Miassuez. But as the Carnor prepared to kill him, Nadia-camays had a moment of weakness. Her stone face broke and she begged the other three that he be spared. Reluctantly, the other three agreed. Miassuez was thrown into a five-hundred foot deep dungeon and left for ten years. Somehow he weathered the ten years suffering from only hunger. Miassuez lived. He never really forgot how Nadia-camays had spared him…he also never forgot how Fariji-swaylos, Osvaldo-miays, and Aemilius-vrados were ready to kill him.
After the ten years the Carnor thought that Miassuez was ready to emerge into the world again. That he was purged of all evil. When he was released, he made a bold and daring move. Miassuez Deliziair struck out against the Carnor. Fighting all four of the Carnor at once, the battle was so fierce that legend says that the earth shook for weeks even though the battle lasted for only three days.
And everyone knows that legend is what is told when the truth is too terrible or dangerous to know.
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