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|  | .A story not named and unfinished.
« Thread Started on Nov 10, 2007, 10:19pm » | |
Ok so I've been working on a story, I'm not sure where I'm going with it but I am going to continue working on it until I have nothing left to right. Anyways I'm going to use this place as kind of like a transfer thingy so that when I switch comps I can continue working on it. Plus it'd be nice to know what ever one thinks or if they have any suggestions. It's fairly awful but it helps get rid of unused muse which other wise would have gone to waste. So with out fur adieu here it is
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"Illia?" he asked "do you believe in ghosts, in us, in this world. . .in. . .in what. . .in what we stand for?" the question seemed utterly perplexing to my fragile ears at that moment as I remembered back to that moment, the one I never wanted to end. It would seem that even in the wake of my emanate death I could not seem to erase him from my mind, even as I watched Gadeo lift the stone to the sky. I knew in that moment I would never see him again "Casio" I spoke meekly my breathing could not help but escape me as my Sahara like throat burned and itched. My vision blurred as I realized this was it and with that Gadeo's arm approached in a sort of slow motion as he took his final blow. The one that put an end my now meaningless existence, I had failed, and for that this was the only punishment I would ever see fit. It was the only punishment that would suffice as payment for the fate I had let them all succumb to.
"Illia come play with us!" the twins shouted as they tugged on the cuff of my sleeve trying to tug me along as I approached my home. The twins gave up quickly and with a single touch of Tally's hand to Fralter's arm they were running through the tall grasses playing, laughing, smiling, happy. "Illia!" my mother's voice was like a song to my ears, it had been months since I had seen my family and out of all of them it was my mother I missed the most. She stood in the door frame the soft breeze never ceasing to move her long straight locks that never failed to shine like gold in the light of a hot summer sun. Her small, delicate frame added to the beauty she possessed, the most beautiful of flowers would feel inadequate in her presence. Unlike my sisters I did not inherit much from my mother, in fact the only thing I did possess were her bright crystal blue eyes and the loveliest set of singing vocals anyone could here. I was like my father and nothing like my siblings. All six of my siblings had my mother's straight fair hair, ranging in shades of nearly white to dirty blond and most shade in between. Not me I inherited my father's jet black spiraled lock, this clearly set me apart from them. They all also had my father's chocolate brown eye and slightly tanned flesh. I however was pale as a ghost no matter what I did and the bright distinctive blue eyes never helped that issue. Out of seven I was the middle child and the one who stuck out like a sore thumb. Kaira was the oldest at 21, this passed summer we celebrated her marriage to Gorin Fotrin and now nearly a year later she was due to have her first child soon. Raeten was the second oldest at the age of 18 he was still working with our father in the fields and had yet to find a bride although it was always clear that it would never be a problem. After him is was me Illia Aeda Roetan, age 16, the sore thumb in the long line of perfect optimistic blonds. Finally it was the twins Tallae & Fraltaen both holding just 6 years to their lives. My feet could not keep up with my will as I tripped and bounded down the dirt path, a scrap and several cuts later I was slightly bloody and bruised thanks to my own clumsy flaw but I was home in my mother's arms. I had been away from my home for months, away at school, getting an education, the only one in my family to get one do to low income. It didn't help that I was indeed a female and the only school for the next 6 towns was a boys academy, which had kindly found me accommodations off of campus and allowed me to attend it's academic curriculum. My small one room shack off of a pub was lonely compared to the three bedroom cottage I grew up in. Mother had a stew cooking along with a loaf of bread and freedgekun a treat and a welcome home feast. After putting my things away I managed to escape my mother and soon found myself floating across the land on th bare back of my beloved equine; Gudj on my way to see my father and brother.
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