random writing
~Fire and Ash~
By: Melissa the Damgel
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It wasn’t the calls and howls of the half-beasts and various half-raced beings approaching them that frightened him, it was the fact that his companion didn’t even flinch as enemy arrows showered down around them - though the magical shield Dallezz had raised turned the arrows to ash in upon contact. Ketto raised his eyes up towards the man standing next to him and watched as Thrast’s dark green eyes scanned the horizon under the cloud of dust that rose against the rising sun. The shadows that flickered across the man’s face from the fall of his hair only highlighted the calm smoothness of his features and the almost bored downward curve of his mouth.
He vaguely wondered how Thrast did it; how he always seemed to emotionless and unnervingly settled about any situation he was in.
Lowering his eyes, Ketto let his blue eyes graze over the elegant sweeping lines of the angelic motif on the sword his companion wore at his hip. Biting his lower lip and squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Ketto lifted his trembling hand and brushed his fingertips across Thrast’s knuckles and then at his wrist. He was so scared. He wasn't going to run, but he was frightened. He was a healer, not a fighter.
Thrast turned his emotionless gaze from the horizon to his friend and compatriot at his side. Looking down at the blonde of unruly hair that was bowed with his shoulders quivering in fear, Thrast's dark green eyes softened and the corner of his lips twitched in a rare flickering of a smile upon that mask of emotional divestment that he had carried all his life. Lifting his left hand, Thrast turned his upper body faintly and slid his fingers into the young man’s hair and pulled him close so Ketto's brow pressed to his chest. “Do not worry.” He whispered and that was all as he bowed his head towards him. Thrast turned his head faintly and touched the tip of his nose to Ketto's unruly hair to silently tell him it would be all right.
Ketto nodded faintly against the man’s breast, his fingers curling into the dusty, crudely patched shirt at the man’s waist to gather his courage once more, and it was then he realized Thrast wasn't wearing the suit of armor Princess Adiel had given him; hell, he wasn’t even wearing appropriate armor for a battle of this scale. All Thrast wore atop his ragged, black traveling clothes was half a vest of chainmail that left his back exposed and only his right shoulder covered as it crossed down to cover his chest with a limp collar to protect his neck, and then the chainlinks fell down to his left hip with only a thin leather cord around his middle to hold the item in place against his body.
Thrast’s hand dropped once the blonde’s shaking had stilled to a just a faint tremble, and his green eyes turned back to the scene approaching them with the noises of beasts, monsters, and all manner of races with foul, twisted souls marching determinedly towards them. Thrast’s right hand reached for the angelic blade at his left and he drew it out smoothly, lifting it in front of himself before he turned, his dark gaze staring out at the men and women of all manner of race behind him from behind his fall of hair. Their weapons were already drawn and held tightly in their fists as adrenaline began to pump through their veins and their eyes riveted upon their leader, watching Thrast and waiting for his orders.
He looked them over once with that emotionless mask though his green eyes flickered with gentle statisfaction and joy, and even a hint of pride at the brave men and women of all races and breedings who stood firm before him, ready to fight for their freedom.
Roaming the army and studying their determined faces, his lips twitched faintly in a smile and he raised his head high, nodding faintly to them as his fist tightened upon the angelic sword in his right hand. “All right then; let’s have at it.” Thrast announced, though his voice was soft and didn’t carry past the first three rows of the army before him, it was confident and unwavering; and though the men and women in the back did not hear him, the surge of courage that coursed through the crowd simply from the powerful look in his expressive eyes, the Army for Tihar swelled till a battle cry was all they could do to express the bubbling excitement within their breasts. Nodding his head and turning to face the enemy once more, Thrast lowered his sword with an elegant sweep and took a step forward, silently announcing for them to charge.
The men and women behind him cheered and the army raised their weapons in a second rousing battle cry as they quickly marched forward and followed their tall and unnervingly calm leader and the small blonde healer that followed close at his side. They confidently marched across the fields on their way into the battle that would decided more than just the next rulers of Elf’s Isle, Galinia and Timinair Kelstic, this battle would decided the very way their world would be shaped and transformed for future generations.
A boy of no more than thirteen with premature silver hair along his temples, laughed and ran ahead of Thrast, saluting him with a wink before turning to run ahead of him, and straight at a man - with pitch black hair with red along his temples - who was rushing headlong at him in the the same manner as he left his fellow warriors to meet the boy in the middle before the clash of swords and shields were to meet.
Dark green eyes flickered his silent call of luck to the boy as he watched him collide with the much older man farther down the field. Thrast turned his eyes away and leveled them upon a man on horseback with flaming red hair and an overly cocky smirk upon his lips. Thrast lifted his sword, raising it to his face in a quiet solute, as dragons suddenly screamed overhead and clashed together in a collision of fire and ice falling from the heavens and upon their heads in a sprinkle of ash and mist.
The two armies cried and rushed forward - with another scream from their respective dragons, the battle began and they too collided violently together in a swing of blades, claws, arrows, fists, sheilds and fangs.
“Let it begin,” The man on horseback whispered, his red eyes locking upon Thrast standing lazily in front of him some forty meters away with his sword's tip lowered to the ground and calmly awaiting his arrival, “so let it begin.” he said one more time as he gave his his powerful warhorse a swift kick of his heels as a laugh escaped his thin lips. And with that, he charged.
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random piece of writing i did today. i've only corrected it once so it's crappy and probably needs a lot fixed. but whatever ^-^
I don't really know where this would fit in my book... maybe possibly the ending, but then again i doesn't o.0` . so really, this is just random and me trying to get up the courage to re-write my entire book to fit my new ideas and the direction i want it to go in.
sadly i've decided i'm going to have to get rid of Rawlar. i love that farmboy! ;.; i hate to see him go, but i have too. he doesn't fit in with the direction of the story anymore. I might be able to use him later on... as a minor char, but i loved him so much, he was this gentle lion in my book and he was strong and brave and very chivalrous. he didn't have a decieving bone in his body -he just told it as it was and wanted to help everyone. i guess i'll see in the future where he'll pop up later.
but yes, like i said, this was just random and who knows where it'll fit in later. and i'm going to bed cause ickily-like i have work tomorrow >.<
~Melissa the Damgel
By: Melissa the Damgel
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It wasn’t the calls and howls of the half-beasts and various half-raced beings approaching them that frightened him, it was the fact that his companion didn’t even flinch as enemy arrows showered down around them - though the magical shield Dallezz had raised turned the arrows to ash in upon contact. Ketto raised his eyes up towards the man standing next to him and watched as Thrast’s dark green eyes scanned the horizon under the cloud of dust that rose against the rising sun. The shadows that flickered across the man’s face from the fall of his hair only highlighted the calm smoothness of his features and the almost bored downward curve of his mouth.
He vaguely wondered how Thrast did it; how he always seemed to emotionless and unnervingly settled about any situation he was in.
Lowering his eyes, Ketto let his blue eyes graze over the elegant sweeping lines of the angelic motif on the sword his companion wore at his hip. Biting his lower lip and squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Ketto lifted his trembling hand and brushed his fingertips across Thrast’s knuckles and then at his wrist. He was so scared. He wasn't going to run, but he was frightened. He was a healer, not a fighter.
Thrast turned his emotionless gaze from the horizon to his friend and compatriot at his side. Looking down at the blonde of unruly hair that was bowed with his shoulders quivering in fear, Thrast's dark green eyes softened and the corner of his lips twitched in a rare flickering of a smile upon that mask of emotional divestment that he had carried all his life. Lifting his left hand, Thrast turned his upper body faintly and slid his fingers into the young man’s hair and pulled him close so Ketto's brow pressed to his chest. “Do not worry.” He whispered and that was all as he bowed his head towards him. Thrast turned his head faintly and touched the tip of his nose to Ketto's unruly hair to silently tell him it would be all right.
Ketto nodded faintly against the man’s breast, his fingers curling into the dusty, crudely patched shirt at the man’s waist to gather his courage once more, and it was then he realized Thrast wasn't wearing the suit of armor Princess Adiel had given him; hell, he wasn’t even wearing appropriate armor for a battle of this scale. All Thrast wore atop his ragged, black traveling clothes was half a vest of chainmail that left his back exposed and only his right shoulder covered as it crossed down to cover his chest with a limp collar to protect his neck, and then the chainlinks fell down to his left hip with only a thin leather cord around his middle to hold the item in place against his body.
Thrast’s hand dropped once the blonde’s shaking had stilled to a just a faint tremble, and his green eyes turned back to the scene approaching them with the noises of beasts, monsters, and all manner of races with foul, twisted souls marching determinedly towards them. Thrast’s right hand reached for the angelic blade at his left and he drew it out smoothly, lifting it in front of himself before he turned, his dark gaze staring out at the men and women of all manner of race behind him from behind his fall of hair. Their weapons were already drawn and held tightly in their fists as adrenaline began to pump through their veins and their eyes riveted upon their leader, watching Thrast and waiting for his orders.
He looked them over once with that emotionless mask though his green eyes flickered with gentle statisfaction and joy, and even a hint of pride at the brave men and women of all races and breedings who stood firm before him, ready to fight for their freedom.
Roaming the army and studying their determined faces, his lips twitched faintly in a smile and he raised his head high, nodding faintly to them as his fist tightened upon the angelic sword in his right hand. “All right then; let’s have at it.” Thrast announced, though his voice was soft and didn’t carry past the first three rows of the army before him, it was confident and unwavering; and though the men and women in the back did not hear him, the surge of courage that coursed through the crowd simply from the powerful look in his expressive eyes, the Army for Tihar swelled till a battle cry was all they could do to express the bubbling excitement within their breasts. Nodding his head and turning to face the enemy once more, Thrast lowered his sword with an elegant sweep and took a step forward, silently announcing for them to charge.
The men and women behind him cheered and the army raised their weapons in a second rousing battle cry as they quickly marched forward and followed their tall and unnervingly calm leader and the small blonde healer that followed close at his side. They confidently marched across the fields on their way into the battle that would decided more than just the next rulers of Elf’s Isle, Galinia and Timinair Kelstic, this battle would decided the very way their world would be shaped and transformed for future generations.
A boy of no more than thirteen with premature silver hair along his temples, laughed and ran ahead of Thrast, saluting him with a wink before turning to run ahead of him, and straight at a man - with pitch black hair with red along his temples - who was rushing headlong at him in the the same manner as he left his fellow warriors to meet the boy in the middle before the clash of swords and shields were to meet.
Dark green eyes flickered his silent call of luck to the boy as he watched him collide with the much older man farther down the field. Thrast turned his eyes away and leveled them upon a man on horseback with flaming red hair and an overly cocky smirk upon his lips. Thrast lifted his sword, raising it to his face in a quiet solute, as dragons suddenly screamed overhead and clashed together in a collision of fire and ice falling from the heavens and upon their heads in a sprinkle of ash and mist.
The two armies cried and rushed forward - with another scream from their respective dragons, the battle began and they too collided violently together in a swing of blades, claws, arrows, fists, sheilds and fangs.
“Let it begin,” The man on horseback whispered, his red eyes locking upon Thrast standing lazily in front of him some forty meters away with his sword's tip lowered to the ground and calmly awaiting his arrival, “so let it begin.” he said one more time as he gave his his powerful warhorse a swift kick of his heels as a laugh escaped his thin lips. And with that, he charged.
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random piece of writing i did today. i've only corrected it once so it's crappy and probably needs a lot fixed. but whatever ^-^
I don't really know where this would fit in my book... maybe possibly the ending, but then again i doesn't o.0` . so really, this is just random and me trying to get up the courage to re-write my entire book to fit my new ideas and the direction i want it to go in.
sadly i've decided i'm going to have to get rid of Rawlar. i love that farmboy! ;.; i hate to see him go, but i have too. he doesn't fit in with the direction of the story anymore. I might be able to use him later on... as a minor char, but i loved him so much, he was this gentle lion in my book and he was strong and brave and very chivalrous. he didn't have a decieving bone in his body -he just told it as it was and wanted to help everyone. i guess i'll see in the future where he'll pop up later.
but yes, like i said, this was just random and who knows where it'll fit in later. and i'm going to bed cause ickily-like i have work tomorrow >.<
~Melissa the Damgel