the-story

it has been over four years

Mon, 08 Dec 2014 08:10:27 +0100

I'VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG RACHEL

Moon's Fourth Part

Mon, 24 May 2010 03:42:39 +0100

The captor's arm swung around my neck, locking me between his chest and elbow.
Can't... breathe!
I gagged, mindlessly attempting to grasp my throat and rid myself of the captor. My heart thumped wildly, threatening to burst from my chest. A strangled noise left my lips as I tried to gasp for air in vain.
I can't... damn i-!
“What's a young lady like you doing out here all alone?”
His cocky voice caused me to snap out of my trance.
I growled (though it sounded more like a choked gurgle) and smashed my foot down on his toes. He groaned and loosened his grip around my throat. I quickly slammed my elbow backwards, hitting him in the gut. I whirled around to meet the face of the man.
He stared at me, quivering and eyes wide. “S-sorry!” he trembled as he scooted away from me. “I'm so- all I wanted w-was–” He coughed as he rose, his legs shaking violently. He quickly began scampering back in the direction from which he came.
I watched him stumble, unable to draw my eyes away. His ragged clothes swallowed him whole. He was so thin! It was a wonder he could even stand!
“Sad little maggots, aren't they?”
“Huh?” I turned to see Chalan grinning widely, staring at the retreating figure.
“Come on,” he glanced towards the sky, “it's getting dark. And you're probably starving!”
At the mention of food, my stomach groaned loudly. Chalan giggled; my face burned as I gave him a sheepish smile, “I guess so.”

My Part! (notice how I never take months to write)

Sat, 22 May 2010 23:45:09 +0100

"Wait, what? Him? Really?" My voice was confused at first, then complaining. "Come one, he isn't so bad." Chalan said, smiling, "I like talking to him. we're like friends." I raised my eyebrow in confusion and asked, "He totally randomly attacked me. Not bad?" Chalan looked like he was going to make some sense when Kennith shoved his metal cane into a nearby tree. Kennith looked kinda sad. I felt a little bad. Just a little. Chalan began to jog towards Kennith and yelled back, "Practice shooting!"

I picked up the practice bow and tried to shoot. After half and hour and some blood from an elf, I decided to stop. I noticed Chalan had disappeared and Kennith was sitting sadly under a tree he crippled with his metal rod. I walked over there, slowly. I didn't look at him and whistled as I walked. I took a great interest in some nearby trees when I had walked over to him. I sat down next to him. I felt so incognito, everything I was doing was so casual looking. "What?" Kennith asked in a sort of moan. "Huh? Me? I was observing these woodland fauna." Maybe I had over-thought that sentence. "You're an idiot." Kennith said, while walking away. "Yeah? You're a, a... MUSHROOM! AND YOU'RE UGLY!" I screamed after him. Maybe that wasn't the best comback, but he was irritating. I got up and walked over to a stream in the clearing. I sat down and twisted some grass. I heard someone come up behind me, and I threw a rock at them. I heard the thud and an "ow!".Suddenly, hands were at my throat.

It's been a year guys!

Sat, 22 May 2010 22:53:58 +0100

I looked at the weapon uncertainly. "So...you want me to shoot this?" Chalan smiled and nodded. "But I...have never even touched a bow or an arrow before. How can I possibly shoot it?" Chalan answered, "Well there's a first time for everything isn't there?" He cheerfully plopped down next to a tree nearby to watch.
I sighed. Guess I wasn't getting out of this. I walked over and carefully picked up the bow and looked at the weapon closely. It was plain wooden bow that they used for training. There were tons of scratches and places where the wood was chipped.
My stomach did flips and I felt nauseous. I stammered out, "I-I can't do this-" Smack! "OUCH! Hey watch it Chal- Oh. Who are you?" I asked as I turned around to find not Chalan, but a tall, dark haired guy with a scar on his face. He looked slightly older than me, maybe by a year or two. In his hand, he held metal staff, which I'm guessing is what I was hit by. We studied each other for a few seconds. Then he turned around toward Chalan and asked, "Hey. You sure she's good enough?"
His tone was so stuck up it made my temper rise. I carelessly said, "You don't have to be so rude Mr. Scarface." As soon as I it left my mouth I knew I went too far. He whipped around and shouted "WHAT DO YOU KNOW?" and I feared he had gone mad. "Easy Kennith!" said Chalan as he leaped from his spot and came between us. Even with Chalan between us, Kennith's glare was still so intense. His expression was frightening, and the scar on his face did not help. Suddenly he stormed off, leaving me stunned and still standing behind Chalan. I jingling sound could be heard with each step he took.Then I noticed that the sound from came from a coin tied to his staff. It was the coin of the magician.

DUN DUN DUN! Haha not really.

Woot!

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 00:37:29 +0100

Look at this pic! I found it online, then tweaked so our elven boy will look perfect!

Shadow's Third Part [Arrived]

Sat, 03 Apr 2010 02:18:42 +0100

[Dun duh duh DAAAAA!!! It has arrived! I made it long to make up for the belatedness]

‘Uhh...that’s okay, I’m fine watching for know. Observing. Not...getting served.” I stammered. That was all I got out before Chalan’s [also unshod] foot came out of nowhere and acquainted itself with my forehead. Little stars danced around my vision, and I heard Chalan say disappointedly. ‘That won’t do at all.’ And then I saw his foot. Again. Really close. This time though, I had the sense to duck. Quick. ‘Yes!’ Chalan cheered. ‘That’s lesson one- react instantly. Lesson two is this- assess. You already did that, I suppose, Now, lesson three.’ He snapped his foot towards me again, but this time, I didn’t just duck. I ducked, and made a wild grab where I thought his ankle was. It was, and he toppled down beside me. ‘Good!’ he said, beaming. ‘Lesson three is that- react after you’ve assessed the situation. I guess that doesn’t really need a third step, but three steps always sounds better than two, don’t you think?’ I nodded numbly. ‘Being the Archer, reflexes and hand-eye coordination are essential. Not as essential as if you were the Rouge, but still way up there, Other than that, the main skills you’ll need to know are these- knife throwing, short/long knife fighting, and, obviously, archery. Which do you want to start with?’ Knife throwing? Like Russian Roulette? I couldn’t see how that could ever work out. Chalan certainly didn’t know me too well if he thought that I could ever throw knives. So,,,’Archery, I guess.’ Chalan grinned mischievously ‘Perfect. And I think you can throw knives, no one here could rip you to shreds, I’m sorry I’m so cheerful, I’m not that old, and I’m really not gay. And I’m not really reading your mind. It’s a bit different than that....more of sensing.’ My jaw dropped for the second time today, ‘Let’s get archery-ing!’ Chalan said, and pulled me away to another clearing.

Mainn's Third Part(I finally did it)

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 03:21:36 +0100

"Well we had better get going then."
"Going to where?" I said as I followed him deeper into the forest.
After walking through what seemed like miles of trees, and hearing for the hundredth time how great it is that the archer is finally here I was about ready to kill myself. Just as I was going to fling myself off the nearest cliff, we came into a large clearing. It was full of elven looking people practicing various forms of fighting. Anyone here could rip me to shreds without even trying, I thought.
As I thought that, my 'master' turned around and gave me another one of those grins, which made me wonder if he could read minds. Before I had a chance to ask, he exclaimed in the most excited voice I had ever heard, "Let's test your skills and see what you've got...

Moon's Third Part

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 20:59:28 +0100

"Eh? What'cha you looking at?"
My eyes widened, and I quickly shifted the direction of my vision. Damn, was I being rude! "Oh! Nothing, I was just thinking- we sort of skipped introductions. Who are you?"
He grinned and tilted his head to the side, (the first time I have ever questioned the sexuality of someone,) "Why, I'm your trainer, of course! Chalan's the name!"
"Trainer!?" I paused, "Aren't you, y'know, a little young to be my trainer?"
His grin grew wider as he giggled, "You'd think. But even at 173, I know a thing or two about archery."
My jaw dropped, and I could've sworn it smacked into the gritty forest floor. I attempted to form a coherent sentence, but all that I sputtered out was a chain of gibberish. 173!? That was freaking ancient!
He ruffled the hair on my head before grabbing my hand, "It's young in our years."

I'm calculating an elven lifespan as 10 times the human lifespan, so a 173-year-old elf would be the equivelant of a 17-year-old human in elven society.

Three parts in one day? SUPER AMAZING RECORD. =3

My part

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 20:59:18 +0100

And I ran. What was I supposed to do? There were talking animals. My feet thunped against the ground and I realized I wans't wearing shoes. And this brought up who had clothed me. Ew. Not going there now.
"Heyyyy..." Crap, it was the crow. I sped up.
"Come onn, didn't mean to freak you out! I'm sorryyy..." I turned around to se a man, no more of a older teenager. I was confused now.
"I'm gettin' bored of waiting for ta archer to come along, so..." he pointed to some very realistic puppets, "It was a joke. Sorryy?" He held out his hand and gave me a nervous smile. I shook his hand and forgave him, it was a pretty good prank, after all. The, he shifted his hair out of his eyes. His ears.. were pointy. He saw me starring and began to talk...

We love you Fredison

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 20:59:46 +0100

Deeper and deeper into the woods I walked. However I felt eyes watching me and and the occasional rustling of leaves could be heard. I quickened my pace, hoping to avoid trouble. "Hey slow down will ya!" panted a squeaky voice. Huh? I turned around and saw...no one. Oh wait. There sitting oh a tree branch was an exhausted squirrel. It was a coffee brown with a white streak on its back. A fluffy brown tail could be seen as well. "...So...your a talking squirrel?" I asked slowly, not sure if what I was seeing was real. The squirrel hoped down from the branch and said proudly "Yep. Names..Allen the Almighty." "Allen the almighty? Doesn't suit you at all." I said. Someone cackled and I whirled around. "That's because his real name is Fredison!" "Shut up George or I'll make ya!" yelled Fredison to the talking crow who was apparently named George. Things just kept on getting weirder. "Anywayyss, I'll your guide and trainer..."