Araciel
09-08-2006, 02:08 PM
some ideas i've been kicking around are finally coming together so i thought i'd write a little story
so here ya go..
CHPT1 The Grey Road
Rechev looked down at his Reflexion. In the water, tiny motes of green light played about his head, accompanied by a tinkling bell like-sound. It had been at least five minutes since he had connected but still the emanations were visible.
“I thought you said no one would be able to notice?” He said aloud. Rechev sat up and leaned back on a pallet of cool wet grass. The sound of the small brook filling his ears and the warm morning sun gently rising over the trees reminded him of home.
And I thought you said you knew what you were doing. Raylos, I chose you because you seem to have some potential, but I am sometimes worried that you do not realize this same fact.
The disembodied voice was as warm as the sunlight that streamed through the BentleTree leaves. It was softly feminine yet strong and willful, and Rechev always wondered what the source of the voice looked like. “Why do you always call me Raylos anyway?” Since he had first connected with Megus, not once had the entity acknowledged his real name.
Why do you call a tree a tree or a rock a rock? A name is just a sound and has no real meaning of its own. You will learn in time to look past simple titles and labels, and to know what the world truly is. You are Raylos, it is what we call all of our hosts. It is more a title than a name.
The boy stood up and stretched his arms over his head. His stomach began to growl as he pulled his pack over his shoulder. The sudden slap of the leather sack dug the hilt of father’s sword into his lower back and he chided himself. In the weeks since he had left home, Rechev could not grow accustomed to the short blade. He had never handled weapons of any kind before but mother had said the <st1:Street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Grey Road</st1:address></st1:Street> was sometimes dangerous.
Rechev scratched his head for a moment and looked back to the road. “We must be getting close to the city by now”
Just as he was about to walk up the slight incline to the road, the young man caught something out of the corner of his eye. From the branches of a BentleTree flew a small rusty dagger. The boy leaped to the side as hooting and angry growling erupted from the trees. A creature about the size of a large child dropped out of the tree and snarled a yellow grin at Rechev. It had green-brown fur that looked almost like leaves, the better to camouflage it, and wore dirty cloth pants. Its face, like that of a person, only green with an upturned nose and a mouth filled with crooked teeth, was twisted in a smile of malice.
The boy scrambled to draw the sword his father had handed him as he took a couple of steps toward the water. Forest Horfols were not dangerous on their own, but it sounded like an entire tribe was in the trees.
so here ya go..
CHPT1 The Grey Road
Rechev looked down at his Reflexion. In the water, tiny motes of green light played about his head, accompanied by a tinkling bell like-sound. It had been at least five minutes since he had connected but still the emanations were visible.
“I thought you said no one would be able to notice?” He said aloud. Rechev sat up and leaned back on a pallet of cool wet grass. The sound of the small brook filling his ears and the warm morning sun gently rising over the trees reminded him of home.
And I thought you said you knew what you were doing. Raylos, I chose you because you seem to have some potential, but I am sometimes worried that you do not realize this same fact.
The disembodied voice was as warm as the sunlight that streamed through the BentleTree leaves. It was softly feminine yet strong and willful, and Rechev always wondered what the source of the voice looked like. “Why do you always call me Raylos anyway?” Since he had first connected with Megus, not once had the entity acknowledged his real name.
Why do you call a tree a tree or a rock a rock? A name is just a sound and has no real meaning of its own. You will learn in time to look past simple titles and labels, and to know what the world truly is. You are Raylos, it is what we call all of our hosts. It is more a title than a name.
The boy stood up and stretched his arms over his head. His stomach began to growl as he pulled his pack over his shoulder. The sudden slap of the leather sack dug the hilt of father’s sword into his lower back and he chided himself. In the weeks since he had left home, Rechev could not grow accustomed to the short blade. He had never handled weapons of any kind before but mother had said the <st1:Street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Grey Road</st1:address></st1:Street> was sometimes dangerous.
Rechev scratched his head for a moment and looked back to the road. “We must be getting close to the city by now”
Just as he was about to walk up the slight incline to the road, the young man caught something out of the corner of his eye. From the branches of a BentleTree flew a small rusty dagger. The boy leaped to the side as hooting and angry growling erupted from the trees. A creature about the size of a large child dropped out of the tree and snarled a yellow grin at Rechev. It had green-brown fur that looked almost like leaves, the better to camouflage it, and wore dirty cloth pants. Its face, like that of a person, only green with an upturned nose and a mouth filled with crooked teeth, was twisted in a smile of malice.
The boy scrambled to draw the sword his father had handed him as he took a couple of steps toward the water. Forest Horfols were not dangerous on their own, but it sounded like an entire tribe was in the trees.