Elf... Nonsense.
I had to write a fairytale for Creative Writing... I hate that class so much now. It's just starting to make me hate writing in general... and this... is not good. Anyway I still need to edit and make a few adjustments, but here's my fairytale.......
*Dream Sequence* =-P
Dark Fairytale Rough Draft
Tarina was an adorable, wide-eyed elfin girl with bobbing blonde curls and a smile that could melt your heart; the kind of girl you would never expect to be a war bound killer. Now the age of seventeen going on thirty, she had seen a lot in her life; she wore her innocent façade well. Ever since she could crawl she had been one to seek trouble, and with bold curiosity like hers it was always just around the corner. Now an intimidating warrior, she sought revenge on a murderer with nothing but lost hope illuminating her path.
She grew up in the slums of the elfin village because her mother’s income was far too inferior for tree top views and stream front property that she was once so accustomed to. Tarina was only six when her father tragically died at the hands of an evil warlock in his fortress hidden deep in the Dark Woods where nothing sacred exists. With her father gone, her mother had to work two jobs and still barely kept them both fed. Under such circumstances a child is forced to mature very soon, sometimes too soon. Her father was an incredibly mysterious, brave man and head of the elfin infantry unit and Tarina wanted nothing more than to follow in his footsteps. But first there was something gnawing at the back of her mind; a goal that demanded achievement before she could ever even begin to let go of the past.
“I don’t want you to go, Tarina. I buried my husband; I’m not going to bury my only child as well.” Tarina’s mother, Angelin pleaded with a sharp tinge of futility seeping into her voice.
“No one will unjustly bury a loved one ever again once I have slain this spawn of Satan. Mother, he is but a mere warlock! Do you not see it? His dark conjuring is no match for elfin magic!” Tarina argued without the slightest innuendo of doubt.
“I am a warrior, mother. This darkness that has clouded our village shall be lifted and I shall be the guiding force that returns the sun upon this land. It is not as if I shall journey alone, I shall be accompanied by Falcone and Shameron of the Elite Guard.” Tarina explained as she turned for the exit. The small leaf hutch shuddered slightly as the cold winter breeze swept by and dead leaves danced about the forest out in the numbing cold.
“No matter! You are still my child and you are just that, a child. I will not have this!” Angelin screamed with tears glistening on her snow white face as she lunged to halt her daughter’s pass and fell sobbing into Tarina’s arms.
“Mother, you know I must.”
“I know…”
“And you know I will return soon with my sword stained red and my bow raised high and bring glory upon our family once more, correct?”
Angelin did not speak. She only hugged her daughter as if it would be the last time she would be blessed with the opportunity. They bid their silent farewells and Tarina stepped into the frigid winter air and wondered seemingly aimlessly off into the woods.
Tarina would meet with her comrades just outside the northern entrance to the village on the night of the waning gibbous and travel into the Dark Woods enveloped by cover of darkness. The Warlock’s compound sat atop a towering mountain near a graveyard about three and half night’s journey north from the elf’s encampment.
When her eyes fell upon his ominous fortress her blood ran cold. To shield her anxiety from her following, she drew her sword and stood stringent on the hollow cemetery grounds and glared with disgust at the mausoleum. The full moon offered no remedy from the enchanting darkness. Shameron and Falone stumbled back as she raised her hands in shouted a mighty curse in Elvin tongue, expecting the fortress to burst into flames. They were all sorely disappointed to find that the hollow cemetery grounds halted any Elvin magic tricks she could conjure.
Her friends, recognizing the futility in such a mission, even debated leaving Tarina alone to fend for herself, but loyalty kept them united. Sword poised, anticipating the worst, they penetrate the fortress. Tarina leads the exploration of rooms through the entwining maze of hallways. When she hears what resembles the faint echo of a child’s laughter, she whirls in terror to face only blackness.
Of course nothing was there to harm Tarina. She sighed with relief after a calming her heart and her companions. She turned to face the dark hallway. The expedition continued onward through the blackest confounds of the fortress only to come upon what seemed to be a children’s nursery. The only thing amiss in the quaint little room that was once filled with innocent laughter, aside from the disturbing mess of broken toys, was the blood-drenched wall paper. Tarina’s eyes shot around the room in horror, then noticed in the corner, behind the toy chest lay the corpse of what appeared to once be a young girl. The body lay battered, broken, and mutilated. The gaping wounds were far too malicious and gut-wrenching for any human to even fathom, much less induce. Perhaps this wasn’t the work of a human at all… then it hit her. Tarina, almost collapsing to her knees in disgust as the pungent smell of rotting flesh filled her nose, spun around only to find the fearsome entity was in the door way, blocking her portal to freedom.
It hung there, suspended on the threshold, panting and drooling with blood dripping off its tarnished claws and pooling beneath the creatures paws. Then the body of the girl awoke, with vermillion tears streaming down her face and spoke, “Foolish girl, you can never escape!”
Within an instant Falcone was dead on the ground with an open gash in his forehead oozing blood and gray matter all over the floor. The demon moved with surprising speed, especially for its intimidating size. Shameron drew back his bow and released an arrow, piercing the beast’s torso and knocking him back. The wound in its abdomen only seemed to agitate the monster. With burning rage it lashed out at Shameron, sending blood splattering against the wall. Accentuating fear gripped Tarina’s heart and cemented her feet to the floor. She could barely think, much less attempt to aid her dying friend as the beast devoured Shameron’s still beating heart and turned to meet Tarina’s entranced stare.
“I shall slaughter you like I slaughtered your father…” The evil mass began to boil inside itself; it was changing, taking a new form. Tarina’s frenzied eyes were darting again, searching franticly for an exit, and found one. Her bow and arrows clattered to the ground as she bolted through the newfound escape route of corridors. The labyrinth of winding passageways somehow led her outside to a haunting place shrouded with mystery where the moon was full and the dew shimmered upon each blade of grass in its eerie light.
The Darkness was following with great speed. The stomach turning scent of death hit her once again like a brick while she ran for her life, causing her to falter as the demon slipped onward through the sinuous halls. Her tumble in the woods also sent her trusty sword hurling through the air, landing somewhere amiss the transcending pines. Her thoughts went blank as she examined the ankle she conveniently twisted on her way down. Her rationality was so blurred with panic that she could barely bring herself to her feet. Panic soon turned to hysteria as she felt the presences of something creeping up behind her as the dark clouds swallowed the moon. She tried to scream, but terror stole her breath as she met the demon’s glistening red eyes.
A cold, swift slash rang out of the darkness, cleaving poor Tarina’s stomach, followed by another, and another, and another. She knelt slowly, clutching the dripping gurgling vortex in her torso, trying desperately to keep her intestine from spilling out onto the cold, hollow ground. Tarina’s eyes no longer darting out of fear simply rolled back into her pretty little head as one final slash ripped into her solar complex, up through her lung cavity and climaxed at her jugular. Her limp body fell to the floor with a thud and her life essence poured from her veins and seeped into the dead ground just like her father’s so many years ago. With his only obstacle drowning in a pool of her own blood, the warlock turned his attention down the mountain to the quaint little elfin village. His maniacal laugher reverberated through the forest as his reach cast a heavy shadow over the village that turned dawn to dusk.
I've been looking at this too much lately. It absolutely disgusts me as of right now. Caleb told me to put it in my journal so HA! YOU BETTER COMMENT NOW, FUCKER!
*Dream Sequence* =-P
Dark Fairytale Rough Draft
Tarina was an adorable, wide-eyed elfin girl with bobbing blonde curls and a smile that could melt your heart; the kind of girl you would never expect to be a war bound killer. Now the age of seventeen going on thirty, she had seen a lot in her life; she wore her innocent façade well. Ever since she could crawl she had been one to seek trouble, and with bold curiosity like hers it was always just around the corner. Now an intimidating warrior, she sought revenge on a murderer with nothing but lost hope illuminating her path.
She grew up in the slums of the elfin village because her mother’s income was far too inferior for tree top views and stream front property that she was once so accustomed to. Tarina was only six when her father tragically died at the hands of an evil warlock in his fortress hidden deep in the Dark Woods where nothing sacred exists. With her father gone, her mother had to work two jobs and still barely kept them both fed. Under such circumstances a child is forced to mature very soon, sometimes too soon. Her father was an incredibly mysterious, brave man and head of the elfin infantry unit and Tarina wanted nothing more than to follow in his footsteps. But first there was something gnawing at the back of her mind; a goal that demanded achievement before she could ever even begin to let go of the past.
“I don’t want you to go, Tarina. I buried my husband; I’m not going to bury my only child as well.” Tarina’s mother, Angelin pleaded with a sharp tinge of futility seeping into her voice.
“No one will unjustly bury a loved one ever again once I have slain this spawn of Satan. Mother, he is but a mere warlock! Do you not see it? His dark conjuring is no match for elfin magic!” Tarina argued without the slightest innuendo of doubt.
“I am a warrior, mother. This darkness that has clouded our village shall be lifted and I shall be the guiding force that returns the sun upon this land. It is not as if I shall journey alone, I shall be accompanied by Falcone and Shameron of the Elite Guard.” Tarina explained as she turned for the exit. The small leaf hutch shuddered slightly as the cold winter breeze swept by and dead leaves danced about the forest out in the numbing cold.
“No matter! You are still my child and you are just that, a child. I will not have this!” Angelin screamed with tears glistening on her snow white face as she lunged to halt her daughter’s pass and fell sobbing into Tarina’s arms.
“Mother, you know I must.”
“I know…”
“And you know I will return soon with my sword stained red and my bow raised high and bring glory upon our family once more, correct?”
Angelin did not speak. She only hugged her daughter as if it would be the last time she would be blessed with the opportunity. They bid their silent farewells and Tarina stepped into the frigid winter air and wondered seemingly aimlessly off into the woods.
Tarina would meet with her comrades just outside the northern entrance to the village on the night of the waning gibbous and travel into the Dark Woods enveloped by cover of darkness. The Warlock’s compound sat atop a towering mountain near a graveyard about three and half night’s journey north from the elf’s encampment.
When her eyes fell upon his ominous fortress her blood ran cold. To shield her anxiety from her following, she drew her sword and stood stringent on the hollow cemetery grounds and glared with disgust at the mausoleum. The full moon offered no remedy from the enchanting darkness. Shameron and Falone stumbled back as she raised her hands in shouted a mighty curse in Elvin tongue, expecting the fortress to burst into flames. They were all sorely disappointed to find that the hollow cemetery grounds halted any Elvin magic tricks she could conjure.
Her friends, recognizing the futility in such a mission, even debated leaving Tarina alone to fend for herself, but loyalty kept them united. Sword poised, anticipating the worst, they penetrate the fortress. Tarina leads the exploration of rooms through the entwining maze of hallways. When she hears what resembles the faint echo of a child’s laughter, she whirls in terror to face only blackness.
Of course nothing was there to harm Tarina. She sighed with relief after a calming her heart and her companions. She turned to face the dark hallway. The expedition continued onward through the blackest confounds of the fortress only to come upon what seemed to be a children’s nursery. The only thing amiss in the quaint little room that was once filled with innocent laughter, aside from the disturbing mess of broken toys, was the blood-drenched wall paper. Tarina’s eyes shot around the room in horror, then noticed in the corner, behind the toy chest lay the corpse of what appeared to once be a young girl. The body lay battered, broken, and mutilated. The gaping wounds were far too malicious and gut-wrenching for any human to even fathom, much less induce. Perhaps this wasn’t the work of a human at all… then it hit her. Tarina, almost collapsing to her knees in disgust as the pungent smell of rotting flesh filled her nose, spun around only to find the fearsome entity was in the door way, blocking her portal to freedom.
It hung there, suspended on the threshold, panting and drooling with blood dripping off its tarnished claws and pooling beneath the creatures paws. Then the body of the girl awoke, with vermillion tears streaming down her face and spoke, “Foolish girl, you can never escape!”
Within an instant Falcone was dead on the ground with an open gash in his forehead oozing blood and gray matter all over the floor. The demon moved with surprising speed, especially for its intimidating size. Shameron drew back his bow and released an arrow, piercing the beast’s torso and knocking him back. The wound in its abdomen only seemed to agitate the monster. With burning rage it lashed out at Shameron, sending blood splattering against the wall. Accentuating fear gripped Tarina’s heart and cemented her feet to the floor. She could barely think, much less attempt to aid her dying friend as the beast devoured Shameron’s still beating heart and turned to meet Tarina’s entranced stare.
“I shall slaughter you like I slaughtered your father…” The evil mass began to boil inside itself; it was changing, taking a new form. Tarina’s frenzied eyes were darting again, searching franticly for an exit, and found one. Her bow and arrows clattered to the ground as she bolted through the newfound escape route of corridors. The labyrinth of winding passageways somehow led her outside to a haunting place shrouded with mystery where the moon was full and the dew shimmered upon each blade of grass in its eerie light.
The Darkness was following with great speed. The stomach turning scent of death hit her once again like a brick while she ran for her life, causing her to falter as the demon slipped onward through the sinuous halls. Her tumble in the woods also sent her trusty sword hurling through the air, landing somewhere amiss the transcending pines. Her thoughts went blank as she examined the ankle she conveniently twisted on her way down. Her rationality was so blurred with panic that she could barely bring herself to her feet. Panic soon turned to hysteria as she felt the presences of something creeping up behind her as the dark clouds swallowed the moon. She tried to scream, but terror stole her breath as she met the demon’s glistening red eyes.
A cold, swift slash rang out of the darkness, cleaving poor Tarina’s stomach, followed by another, and another, and another. She knelt slowly, clutching the dripping gurgling vortex in her torso, trying desperately to keep her intestine from spilling out onto the cold, hollow ground. Tarina’s eyes no longer darting out of fear simply rolled back into her pretty little head as one final slash ripped into her solar complex, up through her lung cavity and climaxed at her jugular. Her limp body fell to the floor with a thud and her life essence poured from her veins and seeped into the dead ground just like her father’s so many years ago. With his only obstacle drowning in a pool of her own blood, the warlock turned his attention down the mountain to the quaint little elfin village. His maniacal laugher reverberated through the forest as his reach cast a heavy shadow over the village that turned dawn to dusk.
I've been looking at this too much lately. It absolutely disgusts me as of right now. Caleb told me to put it in my journal so HA! YOU BETTER COMMENT NOW, FUCKER!