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Memories flooded through her dreams like water, memories of her past. They pulled her deep into the mists of them; she did not want to be there. She pulled herself out of her unconsciousness; and took deep breaths to stop the pain and to fully wake her. She did not want to go back to sleep and see the memories she had no desire to remember.
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Sarah woke at dawn and started to prepare herself for the hard day ahead. She tied back her long wavy red hair, and put on a jogging suit. She quickly ran to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. While she was washing her face she noticed how gray her eyes were today, they were usually a light green, but it was not unusual for the sudden change, as it ran through her blood, passed down from generation to generation, but, hers always meant something. She walked downstairs soundlessly trying to avoid waking her older brother. She did not leave a note because her brother would be joining her in a few hours.
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Trinity, now fully awakened, decided that she did not want to chance going back to sleep again, she did not want to be revisited by her past. She decided to take a hot shower to clear her head and to wash away the images that still flashed through her mind.
She dressed casually as usual and took her time in doing it. She was in no hurry. She grabbed an apple and left her home. It was a nice morning and today she wanted to free herself from the loneliness of the house and it’s feeling of dark secrets and memories.
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Sarah ran to the waters edge and stood there muttering under her breath, “Anahamartrilumoré,” then she disappeared.
When Sarah had finally reached her destination it was noon. She arrived out of breath and was welcomed by many people. Happy to see her they brought her to a table and chair and pressed food and water into her hands. She was very grateful, her throat was dry and her stomach rumbled with hunger. Finally when her thirst was quenched and her hunger disappeared she stood, ready to do what she came to do.
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Sarah was a skillful fighter; she was graceful, silent and fast. She was also unbeatable. Sarah’s parents were legends among the Martrilium tribes before they had disappeared. Sarah’s skill was now greater than her parents’ ever was and the only person who could match it was her brother.
Sarah practiced at all the many rings. She challenged everyone and every challenge was accepted.
Sarah had finally reached the last ring unharmed in any way, unlike her opponents. This was the sword-fighting ring. Sarah was skilled with every weapon, she could even protect herself from any attack unarmed, but her weapons of choice were two thin, beautiful but deadly blades, which she carried on her back in two handsome sheaths. These were the first and final weapons ever forged in the shop of Michael, the blacksmith who had went missing along with her parents, who had now been gone for two years.
Michael was three years Sarah’s senior, they were very good friends, but in the few months before he had disappeared he had been growing distant, always with a far away look in his eyes of wonder but also foreboding. Sarah blushed, Michaels eyes always did that to her it was almost like he could see right through her, like he knew what she thought, her fears, everything.
As Sarah was thinking about her parents and her friend she was suddenly brought back to reality by the piercing sting of a sword on her shoulder, she was not paying attention, Myrna her new opponent had hit her. Myrna was also a skilled fighter she was one of the younger members of the Martrilium tribe, as was Sarah. Myrna was one of the strongest sword fighters in the tribe only two people could beat her and they were Sarah and her brother Shawn.
Myrna fought with great agility and skill, she was always watching Sarah’s movements, memorizing and was always aware. Sarah, even though the better fighter often found herself out of balance and was sweating slightly, it looked as though Myrna barely broke a sweat. Sarah closed her eyes and concentrated, she could see Myrna approaching and her sword being raised in the air, as the sword fell Sarah moved with great speed and felled her opponent, she then drew one of the beautiful blades across Myrna’s shoulder, and let her back up again. Myrna looked at her wound then wiped away the blood it healed quickly. Myrna wasted no time she attacked and this time pinned Sarah to the ground, she sliced open the skin on Sarah’s arm and watched as the blood trickled onto the floor. Even though Sarah could heal her wounds she never did, she kept them as punishment so she could learn to fight better. Sarah threw Myrna off of her and retaliated. With each new cut and bruise that both fighters received their energy drained, Sarah being the stronger of the two finally saw the chance that she was looking for Myrna lifted her sword and ran towards her but Sarah with great agility side stepped and sliced open Myrna’s back sending her to the floor, Sarah then kicked her so she lay on her back and put the tips of her swords on Myrna’s throat until she heard Myrna say that she was beaten.
******
Trinity sat on one of the many armchairs that surrounded the fire pit inside the middle of the library, she was absorbed in one of the many ancient books, leather bound with writing that flowed as if from the mind directly to the paper. It was an ancient writing that seldom remembered or even knew, this was the writing of the greatest magician Merlin’s sole apprentice Kalen. Kalen was one of many talents and matched his name greatly, he was not only a magician but also a great warrior and a scholar.
Trinity had only managed to translate a few words:
The battle was fierce; few survived the Organts advancements, our swords and magic barely kept us alive. If Merlin had not taught us so well all would have been lost. I need to pass on the knowledge that was passed on to me before it is too late.
Trinity was one of the few who had been taught to read the ancient language, after the death of her parents over ten years ago Trinity stopped learning the language she blamed it for the death of her parents, they were too involved in it and spent most of their time trying to translate it. She hated it, it took her parents away. But now it was all she had of her parents. As she read she noticed a tiny scrawl in the bottom right hand corner she had never read before.
It was desperate times he had no other choice but to go into hiding.
She did not understand the meaning was incomprehensible in her mind, “who was this person talking of? What did that person do?” she thought to herself. She read long into the night her mind teeming with curiosity; the fire went down to embers just as she fell asleep.
It was a summer day, her parents were sitting on the beach laughing and smiling as she played in the water. They were very happy and were enjoying themselves.
Next, she was old enough to understand to read, to write, to take care of herself, her parents had discovered this and had shown her the book. They told her that it was necessary for her to learn the language; they told her that she would need this information that the book provided in her future.
This dream was over as quickly as it had started. She was forced into another. This time she was heading home from the mercantile, as she had needed new material for clothes. As she entered the house she headed immediately to the library to tell her parents that she was home. They were not there. She had a strange feeling; her parents were always in the library. She searched the rest of the house with a feeling of fear in a piece of her heart. They were not there. She searched the front and the back of the house then as a last resort went down to the beach. It was here that she saw footprints leading down the beach there were many along with two identical marks that looked as though two people had been dragged. She followed these for approximately two miles then stopped in shock.
She woke, her whole body was shaking and she felt as though she was going to throw up. She tried to stand but was too weak and sank miserably back into her chair. She sat there her mind racing, staring blankly into the darkness. There she saw shapes drifting in the last remaining trails of smoke. People emerged from the smoke looking as though they were in pain, screaming. She blinked and they disappeared.
******
Sarah was lead back through the many rings once again but this time carried out by millions of cheers and words of congratulations. At the last ring she was met by her brother Shawn, who patted her on the shoulder and apologized for being late. As always Sarah gave her brother a stern look, but it disappeared as a slow smile spread across her face, she gave her brother a slight hug. She never knew when would be the last time she would see him. He could like her parents and Michael disappear at any time.
Sarah led Shawn to a table and there she gave him food and water, which he accepted appreciably. It was here that she told him of Myrna’s considerably growing strength. They sat and conversed at as to what they should do, should they test Myrna’s will, to test her to see if she would ever stay loyal to the Martrilium tribes, desert or become a traitor, as conspiracy ran in her blood as much as the magic did.
When Myrna and Sarah were just young girls, they never understood the great or dangerous gifts that they possessed, girls who never understood death or war or treachery. It was at this time that a good friend and great ally became a great enemy. Myrna’s father seemed a good man, he enjoyed learning to fight and was very good friends with Sarah and Shawn’s parents, no-one really knew his story as he was a newcomer to the tribe. He worked very hard and his magic grew quickly, soon he was as good as a fighter and warrior than even the leaders of the Martrilium tribe Sarah’s parents. As his powers grew Jonas became more and more distant from his daughter and his friends. He was always seen practicing and never taking care of his daughter until one day. Jonas disappeared one day he came back angry and cynical, he killed the guards at all the entrances to the tunnels, and anyone else who was in his way. He tried to kill Sarah’s parents but he could not, he collapsed, when he woke he was in a prison block he was banished forever from the Martrilium tribes and that was the last that anyone had ever heard from him until a few years ago.
******
Sarah woke at dawn and started to prepare herself for the hard day ahead. She tied back her long wavy red hair, and put on a jogging suit. She quickly ran to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. While she was washing her face she noticed how gray her eyes were today, they were usually a light green, but it was not unusual for the sudden change, as it ran through her blood, passed down from generation to generation, but, hers always meant something. She walked downstairs soundlessly trying to avoid waking her older brother. She did not leave a note because her brother would be joining her in a few hours.
******
Trinity, now fully awakened, decided that she did not want to chance going back to sleep again, she did not want to be revisited by her past. She decided to take a hot shower to clear her head and to wash away the images that still flashed through her mind.
She dressed casually as usual and took her time in doing it. She was in no hurry. She grabbed an apple and left her home. It was a nice morning and today she wanted to free herself from the loneliness of the house and it’s feeling of dark secrets and memories.
******
Sarah ran to the waters edge and stood there muttering under her breath, “Anahamartrilumoré,” then she disappeared.
When Sarah had finally reached her destination it was noon. She arrived out of breath and was welcomed by many people. Happy to see her they brought her to a table and chair and pressed food and water into her hands. She was very grateful, her throat was dry and her stomach rumbled with hunger. Finally when her thirst was quenched and her hunger disappeared she stood, ready to do what she came to do.
******
Sarah was a skillful fighter; she was graceful, silent and fast. She was also unbeatable. Sarah’s parents were legends among the Martrilium tribes before they had disappeared. Sarah’s skill was now greater than her parents’ ever was and the only person who could match it was her brother.
Sarah practiced at all the many rings. She challenged everyone and every challenge was accepted.
Sarah had finally reached the last ring unharmed in any way, unlike her opponents. This was the sword-fighting ring. Sarah was skilled with every weapon, she could even protect herself from any attack unarmed, but her weapons of choice were two thin, beautiful but deadly blades, which she carried on her back in two handsome sheaths. These were the first and final weapons ever forged in the shop of Michael, the blacksmith who had went missing along with her parents, who had now been gone for two years.
Michael was three years Sarah’s senior, they were very good friends, but in the few months before he had disappeared he had been growing distant, always with a far away look in his eyes of wonder but also foreboding. Sarah blushed, Michaels eyes always did that to her it was almost like he could see right through her, like he knew what she thought, her fears, everything.
As Sarah was thinking about her parents and her friend she was suddenly brought back to reality by the piercing sting of a sword on her shoulder, she was not paying attention, Myrna her new opponent had hit her. Myrna was also a skilled fighter she was one of the younger members of the Martrilium tribe, as was Sarah. Myrna was one of the strongest sword fighters in the tribe only two people could beat her and they were Sarah and her brother Shawn.
Myrna fought with great agility and skill, she was always watching Sarah’s movements, memorizing and was always aware. Sarah, even though the better fighter often found herself out of balance and was sweating slightly, it looked as though Myrna barely broke a sweat. Sarah closed her eyes and concentrated, she could see Myrna approaching and her sword being raised in the air, as the sword fell Sarah moved with great speed and felled her opponent, she then drew one of the beautiful blades across Myrna’s shoulder, and let her back up again. Myrna looked at her wound then wiped away the blood it healed quickly. Myrna wasted no time she attacked and this time pinned Sarah to the ground, she sliced open the skin on Sarah’s arm and watched as the blood trickled onto the floor. Even though Sarah could heal her wounds she never did, she kept them as punishment so she could learn to fight better. Sarah threw Myrna off of her and retaliated. With each new cut and bruise that both fighters received their energy drained, Sarah being the stronger of the two finally saw the chance that she was looking for Myrna lifted her sword and ran towards her but Sarah with great agility side stepped and sliced open Myrna’s back sending her to the floor, Sarah then kicked her so she lay on her back and put the tips of her swords on Myrna’s throat until she heard Myrna say that she was beaten.
******
Trinity sat on one of the many armchairs that surrounded the fire pit inside the middle of the library, she was absorbed in one of the many ancient books, leather bound with writing that flowed as if from the mind directly to the paper. It was an ancient writing that seldom remembered or even knew, this was the writing of the greatest magician Merlin’s sole apprentice Kalen. Kalen was one of many talents and matched his name greatly, he was not only a magician but also a great warrior and a scholar.
Trinity had only managed to translate a few words:
The battle was fierce; few survived the Organts advancements, our swords and magic barely kept us alive. If Merlin had not taught us so well all would have been lost. I need to pass on the knowledge that was passed on to me before it is too late.
Trinity was one of the few who had been taught to read the ancient language, after the death of her parents over ten years ago Trinity stopped learning the language she blamed it for the death of her parents, they were too involved in it and spent most of their time trying to translate it. She hated it, it took her parents away. But now it was all she had of her parents. As she read she noticed a tiny scrawl in the bottom right hand corner she had never read before.
It was desperate times he had no other choice but to go into hiding.
She did not understand the meaning was incomprehensible in her mind, “who was this person talking of? What did that person do?” she thought to herself. She read long into the night her mind teeming with curiosity; the fire went down to embers just as she fell asleep.
It was a summer day, her parents were sitting on the beach laughing and smiling as she played in the water. They were very happy and were enjoying themselves.
Next, she was old enough to understand to read, to write, to take care of herself, her parents had discovered this and had shown her the book. They told her that it was necessary for her to learn the language; they told her that she would need this information that the book provided in her future.
This dream was over as quickly as it had started. She was forced into another. This time she was heading home from the mercantile, as she had needed new material for clothes. As she entered the house she headed immediately to the library to tell her parents that she was home. They were not there. She had a strange feeling; her parents were always in the library. She searched the rest of the house with a feeling of fear in a piece of her heart. They were not there. She searched the front and the back of the house then as a last resort went down to the beach. It was here that she saw footprints leading down the beach there were many along with two identical marks that looked as though two people had been dragged. She followed these for approximately two miles then stopped in shock.
She woke, her whole body was shaking and she felt as though she was going to throw up. She tried to stand but was too weak and sank miserably back into her chair. She sat there her mind racing, staring blankly into the darkness. There she saw shapes drifting in the last remaining trails of smoke. People emerged from the smoke looking as though they were in pain, screaming. She blinked and they disappeared.
******
Sarah was lead back through the many rings once again but this time carried out by millions of cheers and words of congratulations. At the last ring she was met by her brother Shawn, who patted her on the shoulder and apologized for being late. As always Sarah gave her brother a stern look, but it disappeared as a slow smile spread across her face, she gave her brother a slight hug. She never knew when would be the last time she would see him. He could like her parents and Michael disappear at any time.
Sarah led Shawn to a table and there she gave him food and water, which he accepted appreciably. It was here that she told him of Myrna’s considerably growing strength. They sat and conversed at as to what they should do, should they test Myrna’s will, to test her to see if she would ever stay loyal to the Martrilium tribes, desert or become a traitor, as conspiracy ran in her blood as much as the magic did.
When Myrna and Sarah were just young girls, they never understood the great or dangerous gifts that they possessed, girls who never understood death or war or treachery. It was at this time that a good friend and great ally became a great enemy. Myrna’s father seemed a good man, he enjoyed learning to fight and was very good friends with Sarah and Shawn’s parents, no-one really knew his story as he was a newcomer to the tribe. He worked very hard and his magic grew quickly, soon he was as good as a fighter and warrior than even the leaders of the Martrilium tribe Sarah’s parents. As his powers grew Jonas became more and more distant from his daughter and his friends. He was always seen practicing and never taking care of his daughter until one day. Jonas disappeared one day he came back angry and cynical, he killed the guards at all the entrances to the tunnels, and anyone else who was in his way. He tried to kill Sarah’s parents but he could not, he collapsed, when he woke he was in a prison block he was banished forever from the Martrilium tribes and that was the last that anyone had ever heard from him until a few years ago.