Post by Sayuri Misaki on Feb 5, 2011 14:02:40 GMT -5
(I know the first part may not make sense, but I was going for something poetic here. This is just the beginning, getting you psyched for the actual story as I think it out XD)
-Prologue- Walking through the cold dark caves of your nightmare, endlessly seeming to go on. You turn, invisible in the blinding white darkness, searching for the sound of light. Its cold in the dark, hot like being on the sun. You can smell things around you, hear the scratching and the growling of claws on stone and on wood. You turn once more, hoping to be away from the sounds as you run, but they only get closer in this endless blackness.you slip, falling forward, down a hole, deliriously.
"Down the rabbit hole I go...." you whisper to no one in particular, before blacking out. -End Prologue-
Nightmares; running; blackness; falling; waking. That's the order i remember what happened to me. No details come, no other memories left. Nothing but fear; the terror placed there by some unknown source. I woke in this place, unsure of where I am, or even who I am; with some inner knowledge of just what I can do, and being terrified by it. My name? Not a clue. They call me The Bringer here. Where is here? I wish I knew. But I don't think its where I came from.
There are Things here. Unexplainable Things; Things I can't name, or put any kind of name to. Some people might call them Phookas, Goblins, Pixies, Ghosts, Spirits, The Unknown, the Creatures in the Darke. Call them what you like. They look nothing like what you might think. I have resolved to calling them Things, and hiding from these Things isn't always easy. They are hideous, but can make themselves look like whatever they want. They can charm you into thinking something you wouldn't think, doing something you wouldn't do. If they catch me, I know something horrible will happen to me, so I stay hidden in the shadows, away from their groups.
Some of the Things, the kinder Things, know of me. Thats why I am called the Bringer, or Lightbringer: One who lights stone on fire. I've always had an uncanny knowledge of rock or crystal just by touching them. I Feel their names and properties, like you might feel love or pain. The Things cherish power like that, but they also fear it. The Lightbringer has incredible powers, powers to destroy everything, or not to, by the flick of her wrist or the anger in her heart. Lightbringer are always girls. Not once has there been a male Lightbringer, and there hasn't even been a single one in thousands of years.
I don't speak their tongue, but they speak mine, with a sharp, thick accent. I'm glad I don't understand their thick, rough brogue. Nothing good comes from their tongue, or out of their mouths. From their knowledge comes all pain, and from their craft only comes despair. And so, you know of me, of where I am even when it is a place with No Name. I must go now, one of them is coming towards my hiding place, and I must get away before I'm found.
Goodbye for now......
-Prologue- Walking through the cold dark caves of your nightmare, endlessly seeming to go on. You turn, invisible in the blinding white darkness, searching for the sound of light. Its cold in the dark, hot like being on the sun. You can smell things around you, hear the scratching and the growling of claws on stone and on wood. You turn once more, hoping to be away from the sounds as you run, but they only get closer in this endless blackness.you slip, falling forward, down a hole, deliriously.
"Down the rabbit hole I go...." you whisper to no one in particular, before blacking out. -End Prologue-
Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit Hole
Nightmares; running; blackness; falling; waking. That's the order i remember what happened to me. No details come, no other memories left. Nothing but fear; the terror placed there by some unknown source. I woke in this place, unsure of where I am, or even who I am; with some inner knowledge of just what I can do, and being terrified by it. My name? Not a clue. They call me The Bringer here. Where is here? I wish I knew. But I don't think its where I came from.
There are Things here. Unexplainable Things; Things I can't name, or put any kind of name to. Some people might call them Phookas, Goblins, Pixies, Ghosts, Spirits, The Unknown, the Creatures in the Darke. Call them what you like. They look nothing like what you might think. I have resolved to calling them Things, and hiding from these Things isn't always easy. They are hideous, but can make themselves look like whatever they want. They can charm you into thinking something you wouldn't think, doing something you wouldn't do. If they catch me, I know something horrible will happen to me, so I stay hidden in the shadows, away from their groups.
Some of the Things, the kinder Things, know of me. Thats why I am called the Bringer, or Lightbringer: One who lights stone on fire. I've always had an uncanny knowledge of rock or crystal just by touching them. I Feel their names and properties, like you might feel love or pain. The Things cherish power like that, but they also fear it. The Lightbringer has incredible powers, powers to destroy everything, or not to, by the flick of her wrist or the anger in her heart. Lightbringer are always girls. Not once has there been a male Lightbringer, and there hasn't even been a single one in thousands of years.
I don't speak their tongue, but they speak mine, with a sharp, thick accent. I'm glad I don't understand their thick, rough brogue. Nothing good comes from their tongue, or out of their mouths. From their knowledge comes all pain, and from their craft only comes despair. And so, you know of me, of where I am even when it is a place with No Name. I must go now, one of them is coming towards my hiding place, and I must get away before I'm found.
Goodbye for now......