more writting
here's the next part of the story I've been working on, it isn't much more as I have been distracted all day cause I get bored and lonely... darn eric not being here to cheer me up *sigh*
I woke again that night laying in a cradle made from a living Hawthorn bush, its branches trained to shape it. And the bedding was a mix of soft grasses and herbs, I could recognize the scents of Meadow Sweet, Tansy, and Lavender among others I was unable to place a name to. From where I lay upon the grasses I could gaze up through the tree branches that formed the roof of Lentria's home and see the stars bright and clear, only occasionally blocked by thin and wispy clouds. This place was beautiful beyond words. The inherent magic of the air was comforting like a favored blanket kept from childhood.
I grew with what Mortals would consider unnatural slowness, and the Fey would have agreed with them for once. It was a sore point that was made of me by almost everyone save Lentria and the Nixies. It was a year before I was large enough to crawl and another year and a half until I could stand and walk.
The lands of Verina never faded from the feeling of summer, though you could mark the passing of the days by their changes in length just as they would have in the world outside of Fey influence.
Because of how slow I grew I was rather lonely, every Fey child born after me grew to be adults before I was even of the appearance of a Mortal five year old, a span of almost ten years that took. Lentria and her three Nixie wards loved me like a family, though I was closest to Terin, closer to him then even Lentria. He was always there to cheer me up and to protect me from the vicious words of the other Fey. At night Lentria would tell me fantastical tales of a world where Mortals and Immortals lived in peace and harmony, and places of exotic beauty. Would that such places existed, but they do not and it does not do to dwell upon a dream and forget to live the life given to you.
After thirty-two years I had grown to the appearance of a eighteen year old Mortal woman, but still my differences were causing me troubles. When I was thirty Alve finally degained to pay attention to me once more, in an effort to train whatever Magical talents I bore within me. For two long arduous years we went through the painful motions of Master and student. Lentria had again predicted correctly that I was not old enough to use magic which Alve refused to believe.
He had changed in the long years since I first arrived in Verina, he had begun the studies of Necromancy in an attempt to bring his beloved sister back from death, and while he had created a fantastic looking construct of her, he had been unable to find all of his sister's soul to breath life into it, and had been forced to slaughter countless innocents to make up for the missing pieces. He was harsh and he was cruel, I would even go so far as to call him evil, but this is not his story.
In our lessons I was a constant failure, nothing we tried could I do, I could not even feel the magic deep within me. Finally after two long arduous years of failure after failure Alve threw up his hands and stormed off cursing me for being the most inept half breed he had ever laid eyes upon, that even his most lowly of undead servants had more talent stored in the tip of their smallest fingers they I would ever hope to have.
His words stung harshly against my already tattered image of self worth, like throwing salt upon the wounds left hidden from view. Tearfully I ran off into the forest seeking a place in which to hide away until I could face the world again with a smile. I stumbled into an ancient oak several miles from the village, and its song greeted me, carefully I climbed up into its branches and hid myself among its leaves. It asked what had me so upset, and I explained everything that had happened in my life. Its song changed slowly expressing its sorrow that I was treated as such, it whispered of comfort and well wishes for my life to change for the better.
It was several hours later that I could hear Lentria and Mela calling for me, from far off. I began to sing softly to give them guidance to my hidden location.
“Kurai, come down please? We just heard what Alve said to you . . . Are you alright little one?” Lentria asked staring up into the tree trying to spot me through the thick leaves.
“I- I do not want to . . .” I sniffled as I whipped my eyes on the dagged sleeve of my tunic, “It- it is t-true . . . I am a-an inept Ha-half Blood. I- I do not grow as fast as even the Mortals do. I- I cannot e-even feel the m-magic th-that Alve says I- I should be able t-to control . . . I- I do not b-belong h-here.” I sniffled again.
“Nonsense!” Mela cried in outrage as she scrambled up to my hiding spot, “You are MY sister!! Alve is just an ass, and has been since he failed to get his darling little sister back.” She spat venomously, “You belong here just as much as the rest of us, and it is here you are going to stay! When you can feel the magic we will teach you to use it and when we are done with you, you'll be better then Alve ever was!!” She hugged me tightly.
I just shrugged morosely and starred blankly out across the forest, tears falling down my cheeks.
“Kurai, it'll be alright, you're one of us, no matter what anyone else says. Remember that you're my sister and if Alve comes near you again so help me, I'll kill him.” She growled, “Now come down please? Lentria is worried too, and we both know how bad a climber she is.”
I nodded and waited until Mela started back down before I moved to follow her back to the ground, and perhaps that is what saved us. As I reached out for the next branch I heard the first screams, when I turned to look to where they were coming from, I saw a huge cloud of smoke rising over our village.
“Mela! Lentria! Get up here! Something, someone's attacking the village! Please, I promise the tree will protect us as long as you climb up here!” I pleaded.
Pushing an extremely reluctant Lentria before her, Mela hurried back up the tree to where I was crouched at the edge of the branch staring at the billowing smoke.
We watched in horror as our village burned to the ground, listening to the screams of our neighbors as they were either burned to death or slaughtered by whoever was attacking our home. Lentria and Mela clung to each other weeping, but I stood impassive at the sight, refusing to cry over something I could do nothing about.
Hours later as the sun was setting, everything stilled, the fires burned but weren't as monstrous as they had been their supply of fuel running out. Cautiously we crept down from the boughs of the oak, we had no idea where the attackers had gone. I wanted to run far away from the village, to find some place safe, but I was out voted. Lentria and Mela dragged me back to seek out survivors.
so i've been feeling kinda depressed today, i think it's both because eric's out of town for the next week and i finally started taking my antidepressants again and when i started them last time I got worse before i got better... you can yell at me for not taking my meds if you want but at least I'm taking them again right?
um... not much else to tell really, I'm kinda worried about how my grade is going to be for my class last month, and I'm worried about the classes I'm taking this month too... well in somewhat goodish news, I've decided to quit my job so i can focus more on school and take one extra layer of stress outta my life that I don't need right now. I haven't told my folks yet, I'm not sure what they're going to think but i just can't take the stress of work on top of my full sail schedual, it's insaine espically since I work at a resturant one of the most stressful jobs I could be in on top of school. so yeah things are ok around here, and I'm going to go before I ramble on some more about nothing, lol
I woke again that night laying in a cradle made from a living Hawthorn bush, its branches trained to shape it. And the bedding was a mix of soft grasses and herbs, I could recognize the scents of Meadow Sweet, Tansy, and Lavender among others I was unable to place a name to. From where I lay upon the grasses I could gaze up through the tree branches that formed the roof of Lentria's home and see the stars bright and clear, only occasionally blocked by thin and wispy clouds. This place was beautiful beyond words. The inherent magic of the air was comforting like a favored blanket kept from childhood.
I grew with what Mortals would consider unnatural slowness, and the Fey would have agreed with them for once. It was a sore point that was made of me by almost everyone save Lentria and the Nixies. It was a year before I was large enough to crawl and another year and a half until I could stand and walk.
The lands of Verina never faded from the feeling of summer, though you could mark the passing of the days by their changes in length just as they would have in the world outside of Fey influence.
Because of how slow I grew I was rather lonely, every Fey child born after me grew to be adults before I was even of the appearance of a Mortal five year old, a span of almost ten years that took. Lentria and her three Nixie wards loved me like a family, though I was closest to Terin, closer to him then even Lentria. He was always there to cheer me up and to protect me from the vicious words of the other Fey. At night Lentria would tell me fantastical tales of a world where Mortals and Immortals lived in peace and harmony, and places of exotic beauty. Would that such places existed, but they do not and it does not do to dwell upon a dream and forget to live the life given to you.
After thirty-two years I had grown to the appearance of a eighteen year old Mortal woman, but still my differences were causing me troubles. When I was thirty Alve finally degained to pay attention to me once more, in an effort to train whatever Magical talents I bore within me. For two long arduous years we went through the painful motions of Master and student. Lentria had again predicted correctly that I was not old enough to use magic which Alve refused to believe.
He had changed in the long years since I first arrived in Verina, he had begun the studies of Necromancy in an attempt to bring his beloved sister back from death, and while he had created a fantastic looking construct of her, he had been unable to find all of his sister's soul to breath life into it, and had been forced to slaughter countless innocents to make up for the missing pieces. He was harsh and he was cruel, I would even go so far as to call him evil, but this is not his story.
In our lessons I was a constant failure, nothing we tried could I do, I could not even feel the magic deep within me. Finally after two long arduous years of failure after failure Alve threw up his hands and stormed off cursing me for being the most inept half breed he had ever laid eyes upon, that even his most lowly of undead servants had more talent stored in the tip of their smallest fingers they I would ever hope to have.
His words stung harshly against my already tattered image of self worth, like throwing salt upon the wounds left hidden from view. Tearfully I ran off into the forest seeking a place in which to hide away until I could face the world again with a smile. I stumbled into an ancient oak several miles from the village, and its song greeted me, carefully I climbed up into its branches and hid myself among its leaves. It asked what had me so upset, and I explained everything that had happened in my life. Its song changed slowly expressing its sorrow that I was treated as such, it whispered of comfort and well wishes for my life to change for the better.
It was several hours later that I could hear Lentria and Mela calling for me, from far off. I began to sing softly to give them guidance to my hidden location.
“Kurai, come down please? We just heard what Alve said to you . . . Are you alright little one?” Lentria asked staring up into the tree trying to spot me through the thick leaves.
“I- I do not want to . . .” I sniffled as I whipped my eyes on the dagged sleeve of my tunic, “It- it is t-true . . . I am a-an inept Ha-half Blood. I- I do not grow as fast as even the Mortals do. I- I cannot e-even feel the m-magic th-that Alve says I- I should be able t-to control . . . I- I do not b-belong h-here.” I sniffled again.
“Nonsense!” Mela cried in outrage as she scrambled up to my hiding spot, “You are MY sister!! Alve is just an ass, and has been since he failed to get his darling little sister back.” She spat venomously, “You belong here just as much as the rest of us, and it is here you are going to stay! When you can feel the magic we will teach you to use it and when we are done with you, you'll be better then Alve ever was!!” She hugged me tightly.
I just shrugged morosely and starred blankly out across the forest, tears falling down my cheeks.
“Kurai, it'll be alright, you're one of us, no matter what anyone else says. Remember that you're my sister and if Alve comes near you again so help me, I'll kill him.” She growled, “Now come down please? Lentria is worried too, and we both know how bad a climber she is.”
I nodded and waited until Mela started back down before I moved to follow her back to the ground, and perhaps that is what saved us. As I reached out for the next branch I heard the first screams, when I turned to look to where they were coming from, I saw a huge cloud of smoke rising over our village.
“Mela! Lentria! Get up here! Something, someone's attacking the village! Please, I promise the tree will protect us as long as you climb up here!” I pleaded.
Pushing an extremely reluctant Lentria before her, Mela hurried back up the tree to where I was crouched at the edge of the branch staring at the billowing smoke.
We watched in horror as our village burned to the ground, listening to the screams of our neighbors as they were either burned to death or slaughtered by whoever was attacking our home. Lentria and Mela clung to each other weeping, but I stood impassive at the sight, refusing to cry over something I could do nothing about.
Hours later as the sun was setting, everything stilled, the fires burned but weren't as monstrous as they had been their supply of fuel running out. Cautiously we crept down from the boughs of the oak, we had no idea where the attackers had gone. I wanted to run far away from the village, to find some place safe, but I was out voted. Lentria and Mela dragged me back to seek out survivors.
so i've been feeling kinda depressed today, i think it's both because eric's out of town for the next week and i finally started taking my antidepressants again and when i started them last time I got worse before i got better... you can yell at me for not taking my meds if you want but at least I'm taking them again right?
um... not much else to tell really, I'm kinda worried about how my grade is going to be for my class last month, and I'm worried about the classes I'm taking this month too... well in somewhat goodish news, I've decided to quit my job so i can focus more on school and take one extra layer of stress outta my life that I don't need right now. I haven't told my folks yet, I'm not sure what they're going to think but i just can't take the stress of work on top of my full sail schedual, it's insaine espically since I work at a resturant one of the most stressful jobs I could be in on top of school. so yeah things are ok around here, and I'm going to go before I ramble on some more about nothing, lol