Well, I've returned from a month long break, and here are some of the things I wrote during that time. Well, they are unedited but I will be adding longer stories here before I edit them and/or place them in their own projects. Yes, these are the stories I write that are completely and totally horrible until I edit them~ STORIES: Starstone - A Forest in Ashes (Unedited Unfinished Novel) Note: Fast moving, horrible transitions... The Sorcerers - (Unedited Unfinished Novel) Note: Fast moving, horrible transitions... Music is Fireflies by Owl city on the piano. Feel free to mute your computer or press the mute button in the lower righthand corner if it disturbs your reading.
STARSTONE-A FOREST IN ASHES *The choosing~In which a terrifying mistake is made* A wind blew softly through the trees like an unheard whisper of air or an invisible monster wading through the woods. Beneath it, there was no visible ground: Only wolves. A wolf with one ear, Winter, dashed through the forest with feat hitting the dirt in an untamed rhythm that, combined with the beat of the other wolves, sounded of a hundred drums. It was the night of the eclipse, and there was a smell of fear in the air. Not just any eclipse~An eclipse the packs had been dreading for decades; That Winter had been dreading her whole life. It was time to bestow the one stone that could destroy a pack. As Winter raced the packs to the prairie, she could feel her heart increasing. She knew she had a cramp (there was no hiding it when it was as painful as this one) but she felt it her duty to arrive on time for this eclipse. Her claws finally tore at the needle free grass. Once she started, she couldn't stop~ it was like a weak cure for nervousness. When she was learning to hunt, she had done it for the first time. Maybe a sign that this would be another dreadfully important moment in her life, perhaps? A murmur rippled through the crowd and Winter looked up. The eclipse was beginning. As the sun began to disappear behind the bad moon, called Terror, the packs rippled into a crouched posture. Lightly chewing on her paw, Winter dove down into an uncomfortable position. At least the grass was soft, like the fur of a newborn pup. A wolf would receive the stone as the sun was unseen behind Terror. After long hesitations, the sun retreated from hiding and returned to the sky Winter felt a rush of relief, only to be replaced by horror. "I have the stone." She croaked, eyes widened to the maximum. Between her paws was a stone pulsing with power. Almost instantly, her pack members burst into a mourning howl. "Winter!" Came the first cry. It was Golden, soon followed by Mint, the wolves Winter was closest to. The friends rushed over to aid winter, who was avoiding eye contact. Mint placed his paw on Winter's. "It'll be ok. We'll stop the monster." Golden helped winter out of her cowardly bow, slipping the stone's amulet over Winter's neck and gently licking her in a comforting way. "Mint knows all the prophecies and legends, he can help you learn about the monster." Golden remarked, but there was only silence from Winter. Suddenly, the wolf spoke. "You all know what this means, don't you? With a Starseeker as weak as I am, this won't just bring my pack death..." Winter paused. "It'll bring extinction to the whole forest." Rust took a big, deep breath before climbing upon the high boulder of the Alphas. He could see all the wolves, weeping or regoicing, among the crowds. There was chatter sounding from all directions. But the air still tasted like salt-tears. After moments of hesitation, he began his speech. "Packs, I regret to announce that the decaying forest has received a Starseeker: As you all know, the Starseeker must stop a monster before it has destroyed a pack. The Starseeker this century is Winter, from the Guardian packs." Moans came from the Guardian packs, and Rust took the opportunity to glance at the white wolf. She was shaking with shock. "Let us all bless her with our confidence and best her luck." He turned and scampered down the boulder, not daring to look back at the packs. Looking out of my cabin’s window, I saw the appearance of winter itself. The world is nearly void of color, but there are strange colors coming from only winter, that we call the names of their predecessors like “blue grey” or “pale red,” which simply doesn’t do them justice. The air fills with our frozen breath that makes us feel as if we have fire in our hearts ad all this fog is a cold, wet smoke. Then I saw it in the corner of my eye. Among our world or farmers, churches, cabins and street merchants, I witnessed something mysterious and exiting: A band of knights. I nearly broke my door as I raced out of my chamber and stumbled into the streets to find my neighbors all had the same idea. The meatal-encased men were fully surrounded by giddy villagers when one pulled off his headgear. “The king requests the presence of your sorceress of the stars, lady Mira, at his palace immediately.” The crowd regarded me with curiosity and envy. Yet I knew. I had seen the reflection of my red eyes in the mirror every day for a lifetime, how much it added color to my pale skin and raven hair. There I walked, draped in a thin dress falling to my ankles and wide sleeves tumbling to the floor. I was never a mere practitioner of magic. I am a child of magic itself.
