Hi guys, I am currently writing a story, probably a series, and some of the characters are able to be viewed in the art critique section. It's my only post there, so it will be fairly easy to find. pleases comment on that as well. anyway- the story. The series is called SOMNIUM , which is the name of the world it is set in and means 'dream' in latin, and the book is called 'The Tih Archipelago' which is the group of islands where it is set. Anyway~ the story!
Part 1-The Tih archipelago
The elf’s footsteps echoed across the silent hallway, which was crafted completely out of ice, made by skilled workers of dwarven origin. In her right hand, she fingered a strange orb, which emanated a jittery, bioluminescent light. Her breaths were shallow as she looked around herself cautiously, nervous of attack. As she thought of this, her footsteps quickened, until she was running. The end of the hallway zoomed up to her and she found herself standing on the brink of a large chasm - small chunks of ice sang as they fell over the edge. She skidded to a halt, and gathered herself, preparing for the fate which she must throw herself into, for the good of the kingdom. If she didn’t... well, she shuddered at the thought.
Suddenly, a ragged breathing reached her sensitive ears. She must act fast. She made her mind blank of the terrible fate ahead of her, and threw herself, and the orb, into the jaws of the earth.
CHAPTER ONE - Forest
I opened my eyes groggily, only to see the hard, weatherbeaten and frankly ugly face of my supervisor, Willum. “ C’mon, Rewlynn, get up. You’ll miss morning meal! It’s your favourite as well!
I smiled at the weak joke – every day we had the same, tedious meal, morning, noon and evening. It was made up of Dragon ham, Kelpie tongue and the leaves of the Bubudo plant, all of which were, elsewhere, considered to be a delicacy. To me, though, the Dragon ham was too chewy, the Kelpie tongue too salty, and the leaves of the Bubudo too rubbery. I sighed, and got up. The clothes I was supposed to wear were already tattered and torn, and we had spent only five days walking from our capital city, Do’ an’. I started to wonder if my four outfits would last me for the duration of our journey, after all.
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I had been walking for about two hours when I heard a twig snapping. I nudged Willum nervously, and he patted my shoulder gently in return.
“ Probably just a Dragotaur” he whispered. Unconvinced by the name, I continued to jump and start at every leaf that crackled. I thought myself silly, but tried to kid myself that this was not a sign of cowardice, but of highly-tuned super-senses that will be extremely helpful in the future. Yeah, right.
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After a while, I decided to ignore my senses, which were going into overdrive. Instead, I thought it may be helpful to note down the wildlife because, as a city elf, I had rarely ventured out to the forest and only heard tales of the creatures living here. Now, Dragotaurs are beings that deserve great respect. Basically, they look like centaurs, except instead of being half horse, they are half dragon.
“Rewlynn?” Queried Willum.
“Mm?” I said absent-mindedly, scribbling down more notes.
“What are you doing”
“Noting down wildlife... and stuff”
? This is a treck, and expedition! Who cares if we see a Slug! A Dragotaur! I don’t care! You shouldn’t care! We don’t have time for your silly whims!”
I glared at him, but I didn’t manage to catch his eye. Instead, I sulked in silence.
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The edge of the forest was long gone now - all we had to guide us was the beautiful Somotin River. The glorious singing of the water eased the tension between me and my supervisor. “Are we there yet?” I asked stupidly.
“What does it look like?”
“No?” I said - the obvious answer. Willum merely grunted in reply. I floundered, thinking of something to say. “Well, where are we going?”
“ You’ll find out when we get there.”
“ Look, supervisor, tell me! What’s the point in bringing me along, only to keep me completely ignorant of what we are doing?” I shouted in despair. “ Just tell me, for Sonan’s sake!”
“Fine, if you’re going to be like thatI” He paused before carrying on, as if wondering what to say. “We... are in search on an ancient – and long–lost relic. It... will give us... certain gains.” He paused again, then carried on in his loud, rough voice. “Will you tell anyone about this? Please tell me that you won’t.” He glanced at me sideways, wanting a reply.
“ It’s getting a bit dark, Willum. We should pitch camp,” I said, changing the subject. “It’s an old saying – so I heard – never leave it too late.” I laughed at my lack of knowledge on these matters. Why, oh why did I agree to this? I didn’t even know where we were going! We set up camp by the river – not too close, otherwise a flood would drown us immediately. In my opinion, it was pretty dry, but you never know with our climate. We realised that, stupidly, we hadn’t collected any wood in preparation for sleeping rough, so had to make do with what little there was lying around. Willum seemed to blame me for this, though he was the one who was organising this thing. I sighed as I thought this, slowly bent down and began to pick up the wood.
That's it for now, I do have some more written, but I don't want to 'overload' you
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