Lady Arwen56
04-02-2004, 11:32 AM
Yeah...well...here goes...this is part of my new novel, The Nundai. It's not very self-explanitory in the beginning, but it eventually gets there.
Chapter One
Silence. Thats all that reached Andrith's ears. That's all that had reached them for a while. She had been sitting alone out in the middle of nowhere, just thinking, for quite some time now. It was peaceful. Peaceful, and yet...dreary.
The days were long and cold now, and the simplicity of what her life once was and still was bewildered her beyond all comprehension. She always wondered why she had nothing exciting to do. Her life was a complete bore, always the exact same things every single day. It was the same old routine as it had been before.
And yet...something was different. Something new was about to happen. Something exciting. Andrith could sense it. Andrith could actually feel something on the brink of happening. She stared out at the sunset, her heart beating wildly within her chest. Something was going to happen, and soon.
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Evra sat ontop of two wide gothic pillars. She laid down, stretching out, and looking down on the town of angelic fools she lived in. Everywhere you turned flocks of white or golden robed angels with their brilliant wings.
This town was so dull. All of these...good-doers droning about and talking sense and greatness into the mortals when they got down and depressed, made her so...bored. She got tired of it. She didn't understand why she had to live in this forsaken clan of deprived idiots.
But then again, there were plently of things she didn't understand nowadays. Like she didn't understand why she had done what she had done. She didn't understand how the angels found out about it, and then forebid her to "enter" the city ever again. It wasn't fair. Even though she had been banned, here she was, lying ontop of the prized Meeting Hall, contemplating her unfortunate luck.
She was always contemplating everything, but lately, instead of getting her own thoughts, she had gotten evil ones. Thoughts about people dying, and of her being the one who murdered them. She didn't understand that. There was only one person she had ever killed or even thought about killing. And that was her mother.
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Andrith stood up, looking into the twilight, and walking back towards her home. As she walked along the stoney path, something caught her azhure eyes. She leaned over and picked a black rose out of the soil, caressing it with her fingers. It had begun.
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Evra closed her eyes against the black night, whisps of her straight raven-hair falling into her face, and the moon dropped a bit of silver light around her head, making her look as though she was an angel.
She also looked evil. Her eyes were of pure red at that moment, and her hair was swept by a wind of it's own. For a moment, she looked like a positively hellish demon.
But in another way, she looked twisted. She looked neither angelic, nor demonic. She didn't even have a human form. It was as though the light surrounding her made her look unreal, like a porcielin doll upon a shelf.
She stood up silently, wrapping a black cloak tightly around her, and covering her face with it's hood. Shadows cast themselves across her face as she moved to the edge of the building, looking down.
She lept, cat-like off the roof, and landed silently on the ground, her eyes glinting with mischeviosness. She had to find Tristan. It was time to leave.
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Chapter One
Silence. Thats all that reached Andrith's ears. That's all that had reached them for a while. She had been sitting alone out in the middle of nowhere, just thinking, for quite some time now. It was peaceful. Peaceful, and yet...dreary.
The days were long and cold now, and the simplicity of what her life once was and still was bewildered her beyond all comprehension. She always wondered why she had nothing exciting to do. Her life was a complete bore, always the exact same things every single day. It was the same old routine as it had been before.
And yet...something was different. Something new was about to happen. Something exciting. Andrith could sense it. Andrith could actually feel something on the brink of happening. She stared out at the sunset, her heart beating wildly within her chest. Something was going to happen, and soon.
~~~~~~
Evra sat ontop of two wide gothic pillars. She laid down, stretching out, and looking down on the town of angelic fools she lived in. Everywhere you turned flocks of white or golden robed angels with their brilliant wings.
This town was so dull. All of these...good-doers droning about and talking sense and greatness into the mortals when they got down and depressed, made her so...bored. She got tired of it. She didn't understand why she had to live in this forsaken clan of deprived idiots.
But then again, there were plently of things she didn't understand nowadays. Like she didn't understand why she had done what she had done. She didn't understand how the angels found out about it, and then forebid her to "enter" the city ever again. It wasn't fair. Even though she had been banned, here she was, lying ontop of the prized Meeting Hall, contemplating her unfortunate luck.
She was always contemplating everything, but lately, instead of getting her own thoughts, she had gotten evil ones. Thoughts about people dying, and of her being the one who murdered them. She didn't understand that. There was only one person she had ever killed or even thought about killing. And that was her mother.
~~~~
Andrith stood up, looking into the twilight, and walking back towards her home. As she walked along the stoney path, something caught her azhure eyes. She leaned over and picked a black rose out of the soil, caressing it with her fingers. It had begun.
~~~~
Evra closed her eyes against the black night, whisps of her straight raven-hair falling into her face, and the moon dropped a bit of silver light around her head, making her look as though she was an angel.
She also looked evil. Her eyes were of pure red at that moment, and her hair was swept by a wind of it's own. For a moment, she looked like a positively hellish demon.
But in another way, she looked twisted. She looked neither angelic, nor demonic. She didn't even have a human form. It was as though the light surrounding her made her look unreal, like a porcielin doll upon a shelf.
She stood up silently, wrapping a black cloak tightly around her, and covering her face with it's hood. Shadows cast themselves across her face as she moved to the edge of the building, looking down.
She lept, cat-like off the roof, and landed silently on the ground, her eyes glinting with mischeviosness. She had to find Tristan. It was time to leave.
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