story update
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winter_roguewell, its not one of my FF WIP's but it is the prologe and first[short] chapter for my original story i'm re-writing.
War of the Giants
And surrounding events
Rating: PG
Summery: On the Island of the Little People, giants are simply a tale told to frighten children. For one eccentric little adventeror, the temptation is too much, now she will drag her four companions into a journey of epic porprotions.
A/N: if you read this please keep in mind it is ment for a 13-14+ audience so it might seem a little silly but really, its just a fairytale... and my oportunity to goof off and do whatever i want in my writing instead of having to be grim and poetic all the time ;)
Prologue
Before we begin, that is, embark on this latest adventure of daring proportions and, perhaps, a touch of foolhardiness, it is important that a few things are first addressed. The first of course being a quick explanation of the seeming eccentricity displayed within these pages by our fearless hero.
Her right and, if you will, Christian name is not known by me; mayhap it is not even known now to herself. But while many have called her many things over her rather short life expanse up to this point, the name by which I shall address her, and in fact the name most used by her to my knowledge, is none other then this: Tryxe. It is not entirely clear as to who first dubbed her this, but it is probable the name was acquired sometime in her extreme youth, the time called by her people: “Littlehood”.
Orphaned, or perhaps a runaway, Tryxe’s origins are not known and she herself has never at any time mentioned them, not even to her friend and closest confident; the youngest in a family of 12, one Upcuzz. What I have discovered, both from research and discussions with those who were closest to the Little Person, is that she spent her early years in the country of Vaelym.
A wild child, she roamed the hills, living off the bounty of the land and the generosity of the large hearts of the villagers. Her name was most likely a result of her fondness for tricks. Many speak of her playful nature and her love of jokes; especially that of playing jokes on those unsuspecting.
If you spend enough time with Tryxe, aside from possibly getting yourself caught up in one of her wild, crazy adventures, you will most assuredly come to realize that a name such as hers is nothing more then a badge of honor. For this unconventional little red head, tricks and adventures, bravery and courage, are the greatest qualities a Little Person can have. They are the very qualities she looked for when befriending her companions and, whether they realized it or not, are exactly what she could see in each of them.
But I am getting ahead of myself, for you see, there is a great and long story to tell before we come to the creating of her “band”. That story is far too much to tell at present, perhaps one day I will acquaint you with it in full, but not today. Today I will tell you only that between littlehood and teenhood our young swashbuckler fell out of historical memory and record, losing herself amongst the cracks in society. What she found is not known, perhaps she spent time with the fairies or other strange creatures or perhaps she fell into bad company. Who knows, all that we can really make out is that she came back no less daring, though perhaps more wise then before; and even a more commanding presence then remembered. If that is possible.
Suffice is to say that upon her return to the country of Tmylertimm, not far from Vaelym, she returned to her four friends and trusted companions: the Maelyrni’s and the Reynaldi’s. They became once more a tight knit group as you will see from my tale, adventurers of the riskiest kind. There was reason and sanity at times, of course there was, but also abandon and freedom as only the young can know.
And that is where we are. Long has it been but I feel it still my duty to tell future generations something of not just the insanity but also the important role these young buccaneers played long ago…
/ / /
“People have said over the years many things, and for as long as time exists they will continue to do so. It never matters if what they tell is true or accurate or wise; what matters, at least this is how it seems, is that they talk loudly enough so that the average ignorant person can hear them. This is, of a rule; and one which you think actions would also conform themselves to. Sadly it seems that in this growing era that is not the case. Thus, while loud fools sell nonsense to the general populace, good deeds are left undone; heroes are forgotten, true beauty is left to whither. It is, as many have said before, the end of an age…”
Eliza Pottyr-Lyn
“Fields of Gold”
Silence reigned over the long sweep of softly rolling countryside. Gold spun wheat heads grew tall, their roots breaking and reaching, always striving to further penetrate the warm solid earth. They bobbed lazily in the gentle whisper of a breeze blowing out from among the tall imposing trunks of a nearby forest. The edges of which spilled out onto the hillside giving it a pleasant shade during the hot noontide hours. But the sun did not shine high in the sky at present; instead it sank slowly into the horizon, last flickering arms of russet fire stretching out across the earth. In the distance a wild turkey took to sudden flight, hop-skipping out of the wheat and into the air; its strong wings flapping quickly to gain lift.
At the top of the highest hill overlooking the field, just barely under the shade of grasping branches from a wandering oak, two young figures reclined, no sprawled would be a better word, upon the grass. Long slim arms, well kissed by the fading summer sun, spread out around their heads, fingers playing with the long pale stems of grass. One faced up into the waning light of the sky, her vision partially obstructed by leaf and bough. A stem of stolen wheat bobbed up and down as she chewed contemplatively on its end. To the left, her companion was focused downward; chin resting in the palm of one hand, eyes idly watching slender fingers pluck at the grass.
The cool light wind gently ruffled a loose strand of Upcuzz’s hair, pulling if free from her mused ponytail. Wavy hair the color of sand and stone and earth and sunset combined fell into her face. One of her hands left the grass alone long enough to tuck the errant lock behind a gently pointed ear. Her stormy blue eyes flecked with gold glanced towards the reclining figure on her right. Upcuzz studied the redhead for a few moments, silently noting the pale silvery scars crisscrossing her tanned shoulders under the filmy material of her shirt. She sighed, gaze returning to the setting sun, now almost completely hidden the dark curtain of a falling twilight. At length she spoke, “The others will wonder where we are.”
Tryxe smiled, “Just a moment longer. It’s such a beautiful evening, my heart wishes to linger still.” Slowing she eased into a sitting position, legs folding Indian style. Pale gray eyes closed and she set her face towards the wind, inhaling the sharp sent of the valley below them; a sudden, brief gust swept the choppy strands of her fiery hair away from her face.
Upcuzz studied her friend’s profile once more; her voice was quiet and horse, a fearful whisper in the fading light, “What did you find?”
Without turning she replied, “Pale moonlight, olden trees, the eternal lands… myself.” She stood and offered a hand to other, “Everything,” she pulled Upcuzz to her feet; eyes staring calmly into the swirling blue depths, “and nothing,” her smiled widened at her friend’s frown. Then with a quick skip Tryxe was gliding through the fresh grass, bare feet silent upon the firm earth.
Behind her the sun slipped fully behind the rim of the horizon, Upcuzz shivered as a cool breeze sprung up suddenly to howl softly across the valley. Her sharp ears pricked up at the sounds of merriment floating out of the dark wood, while warm golden lights twinkled in the distant treetops. A sigh escaped her then, shoulders sagging momentarily before she quickly brushed off her grim thoughts. Indeed this was not the time to push her rather eccentric friend for details…
/ / /
Claimer: I’ve worked very hard on this story for the past several years, please don’t steal!
A/N: I originally came up with idea with the help of several friends some three or four years ago. Work on the manuscript began the following year. Finally, a few days I pulled it out again and felt compelled to work on it once more. This is basically a total re-write. I’m working very hard to make it as good as I can so please bear with me. Any comments questions etc are very welcomed as well as reviews! (this may be my baby, but I still want your opnions.)
War of the Giants
And surrounding events
Rating: PG
Summery: On the Island of the Little People, giants are simply a tale told to frighten children. For one eccentric little adventeror, the temptation is too much, now she will drag her four companions into a journey of epic porprotions.
A/N: if you read this please keep in mind it is ment for a 13-14+ audience so it might seem a little silly but really, its just a fairytale... and my oportunity to goof off and do whatever i want in my writing instead of having to be grim and poetic all the time ;)
Before we begin, that is, embark on this latest adventure of daring proportions and, perhaps, a touch of foolhardiness, it is important that a few things are first addressed. The first of course being a quick explanation of the seeming eccentricity displayed within these pages by our fearless hero.
Her right and, if you will, Christian name is not known by me; mayhap it is not even known now to herself. But while many have called her many things over her rather short life expanse up to this point, the name by which I shall address her, and in fact the name most used by her to my knowledge, is none other then this: Tryxe. It is not entirely clear as to who first dubbed her this, but it is probable the name was acquired sometime in her extreme youth, the time called by her people: “Littlehood”.
Orphaned, or perhaps a runaway, Tryxe’s origins are not known and she herself has never at any time mentioned them, not even to her friend and closest confident; the youngest in a family of 12, one Upcuzz. What I have discovered, both from research and discussions with those who were closest to the Little Person, is that she spent her early years in the country of Vaelym.
A wild child, she roamed the hills, living off the bounty of the land and the generosity of the large hearts of the villagers. Her name was most likely a result of her fondness for tricks. Many speak of her playful nature and her love of jokes; especially that of playing jokes on those unsuspecting.
If you spend enough time with Tryxe, aside from possibly getting yourself caught up in one of her wild, crazy adventures, you will most assuredly come to realize that a name such as hers is nothing more then a badge of honor. For this unconventional little red head, tricks and adventures, bravery and courage, are the greatest qualities a Little Person can have. They are the very qualities she looked for when befriending her companions and, whether they realized it or not, are exactly what she could see in each of them.
But I am getting ahead of myself, for you see, there is a great and long story to tell before we come to the creating of her “band”. That story is far too much to tell at present, perhaps one day I will acquaint you with it in full, but not today. Today I will tell you only that between littlehood and teenhood our young swashbuckler fell out of historical memory and record, losing herself amongst the cracks in society. What she found is not known, perhaps she spent time with the fairies or other strange creatures or perhaps she fell into bad company. Who knows, all that we can really make out is that she came back no less daring, though perhaps more wise then before; and even a more commanding presence then remembered. If that is possible.
Suffice is to say that upon her return to the country of Tmylertimm, not far from Vaelym, she returned to her four friends and trusted companions: the Maelyrni’s and the Reynaldi’s. They became once more a tight knit group as you will see from my tale, adventurers of the riskiest kind. There was reason and sanity at times, of course there was, but also abandon and freedom as only the young can know.
And that is where we are. Long has it been but I feel it still my duty to tell future generations something of not just the insanity but also the important role these young buccaneers played long ago…
/ / /
“People have said over the years many things, and for as long as time exists they will continue to do so. It never matters if what they tell is true or accurate or wise; what matters, at least this is how it seems, is that they talk loudly enough so that the average ignorant person can hear them. This is, of a rule; and one which you think actions would also conform themselves to. Sadly it seems that in this growing era that is not the case. Thus, while loud fools sell nonsense to the general populace, good deeds are left undone; heroes are forgotten, true beauty is left to whither. It is, as many have said before, the end of an age…”
Eliza Pottyr-Lyn
“Fields of Gold”
Silence reigned over the long sweep of softly rolling countryside. Gold spun wheat heads grew tall, their roots breaking and reaching, always striving to further penetrate the warm solid earth. They bobbed lazily in the gentle whisper of a breeze blowing out from among the tall imposing trunks of a nearby forest. The edges of which spilled out onto the hillside giving it a pleasant shade during the hot noontide hours. But the sun did not shine high in the sky at present; instead it sank slowly into the horizon, last flickering arms of russet fire stretching out across the earth. In the distance a wild turkey took to sudden flight, hop-skipping out of the wheat and into the air; its strong wings flapping quickly to gain lift.
At the top of the highest hill overlooking the field, just barely under the shade of grasping branches from a wandering oak, two young figures reclined, no sprawled would be a better word, upon the grass. Long slim arms, well kissed by the fading summer sun, spread out around their heads, fingers playing with the long pale stems of grass. One faced up into the waning light of the sky, her vision partially obstructed by leaf and bough. A stem of stolen wheat bobbed up and down as she chewed contemplatively on its end. To the left, her companion was focused downward; chin resting in the palm of one hand, eyes idly watching slender fingers pluck at the grass.
The cool light wind gently ruffled a loose strand of Upcuzz’s hair, pulling if free from her mused ponytail. Wavy hair the color of sand and stone and earth and sunset combined fell into her face. One of her hands left the grass alone long enough to tuck the errant lock behind a gently pointed ear. Her stormy blue eyes flecked with gold glanced towards the reclining figure on her right. Upcuzz studied the redhead for a few moments, silently noting the pale silvery scars crisscrossing her tanned shoulders under the filmy material of her shirt. She sighed, gaze returning to the setting sun, now almost completely hidden the dark curtain of a falling twilight. At length she spoke, “The others will wonder where we are.”
Tryxe smiled, “Just a moment longer. It’s such a beautiful evening, my heart wishes to linger still.” Slowing she eased into a sitting position, legs folding Indian style. Pale gray eyes closed and she set her face towards the wind, inhaling the sharp sent of the valley below them; a sudden, brief gust swept the choppy strands of her fiery hair away from her face.
Upcuzz studied her friend’s profile once more; her voice was quiet and horse, a fearful whisper in the fading light, “What did you find?”
Without turning she replied, “Pale moonlight, olden trees, the eternal lands… myself.” She stood and offered a hand to other, “Everything,” she pulled Upcuzz to her feet; eyes staring calmly into the swirling blue depths, “and nothing,” her smiled widened at her friend’s frown. Then with a quick skip Tryxe was gliding through the fresh grass, bare feet silent upon the firm earth.
Behind her the sun slipped fully behind the rim of the horizon, Upcuzz shivered as a cool breeze sprung up suddenly to howl softly across the valley. Her sharp ears pricked up at the sounds of merriment floating out of the dark wood, while warm golden lights twinkled in the distant treetops. A sigh escaped her then, shoulders sagging momentarily before she quickly brushed off her grim thoughts. Indeed this was not the time to push her rather eccentric friend for details…
/ / /
Claimer: I’ve worked very hard on this story for the past several years, please don’t steal!
A/N: I originally came up with idea with the help of several friends some three or four years ago. Work on the manuscript began the following year. Finally, a few days I pulled it out again and felt compelled to work on it once more. This is basically a total re-write. I’m working very hard to make it as good as I can so please bear with me. Any comments questions etc are very welcomed as well as reviews! (this may be my baby, but I still want your opnions.)
