The first rays of the dawning sun splashed the fields with their light. "Finally!" a girl around the age of 18 said aloud to herself. "Finally!" For her the sun was a hero, a protector, a ray of hope. Quite literally, actually. The Hiyanre could not survive any light of the sun, however small. Though next full moon, it would return as it always did, as it always will. The Hiyanre was the Darkness, the evil, the sadness and horror. The Hiyanre. To almost anyone else it would be gibberish, a word with no meaning. But to her, since she was the picked one, it meant everything. She had been picked, from a handful other chosen, to be the Jiyane, the general. Though they had been officially chosen at birth all who had been chosen knew this: It had been known for all eternity, by the one who called himself the Receiver. Passed down from generation to generation, by the Receivers had been this prophecy, it's true words not known completely, for a hundred years ago the dark had found the Receiver of that time. So now, only segments were known of these words. It was known that for all the positions of the court there would be a man and a woman that would share their duties. There would be a queen and king, Jiyane and another Jiyane, an advisor and another advisor, and so on. Viarrinmeji, called Viarri by most, was the Jiyane. She knew not who the other ones were, but she knew her mission, which was to find the queen who, unlike the others, did not know the prophecy, or her part in it. So Viarri must find her. That was her first quest. And she must complete it. (OCC: Have fun!! I kinda stink, but forgive me. If you disagree with something, please tell me. I think thing hates prophecies, so sorry thing, but I can't change it.(Or don't want to))
Friday, September 15, 2006
When the Sun Goes Down
The first rays of the dawning sun splashed the fields with their light. "Finally!" a girl around the age of 18 said aloud to herself. "Finally!" For her the sun was a hero, a protector, a ray of hope. Quite literally, actually. The Hiyanre could not survive any light of the sun, however small. Though next full moon, it would return as it always did, as it always will. The Hiyanre was the Darkness, the evil, the sadness and horror. The Hiyanre. To almost anyone else it would be gibberish, a word with no meaning. But to her, since she was the picked one, it meant everything. She had been picked, from a handful other chosen, to be the Jiyane, the general. Though they had been officially chosen at birth all who had been chosen knew this: It had been known for all eternity, by the one who called himself the Receiver. Passed down from generation to generation, by the Receivers had been this prophecy, it's true words not known completely, for a hundred years ago the dark had found the Receiver of that time. So now, only segments were known of these words. It was known that for all the positions of the court there would be a man and a woman that would share their duties. There would be a queen and king, Jiyane and another Jiyane, an advisor and another advisor, and so on. Viarrinmeji, called Viarri by most, was the Jiyane. She knew not who the other ones were, but she knew her mission, which was to find the queen who, unlike the others, did not know the prophecy, or her part in it. So Viarri must find her. That was her first quest. And she must complete it. (OCC: Have fun!! I kinda stink, but forgive me. If you disagree with something, please tell me. I think thing hates prophecies, so sorry thing, but I can't change it.(Or don't want to))
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(OOC: I kinda lost course there.. I meant to say that it had been known they were chosen for centuries and such. I made a few other mistakes.)
I decided to add to your story. So here's what I came up with.
Morning. The end of darkness. The end of safety. Diamanti slunk through the shadows. He entered the tree hollow where he slept most days, hiding from the Seneet. The Seneet, for some reason unknown to him, chased him, trying, and failing, to kill him. He often wondered if it simply hated night creatures, but that couldn't be true as it helped most others. 'Perhaps,' he thought as he sat on the ground of the hollow, 'it simply hates traitors.' A good explanation, yes, but correct? Diamanti did not know, nor did he think he ever would. A thought passed through his mind as he fell back slowly. 'What if it has to do with the prophecy?' A horrid thought. What was so important about prophecies anyway? Why couldn't everyone just live without them? He often pondered this for hours, coming up with only one answer. They didn't want to. Diamanti saw the sun's glare through his hollow, and felt suddenly very tired. He closed his eyes. His last thought before drifting into a light sleep was 'I hate prophecies.'
Viarri stared blankly at the scene before her. She was at the top of a small mountain, overlooking the forest below her. Wild animals calls could be heard clearly here and Viarri, having lived in the wilderness most of her life, knew them by name. That was not on her mind now. "How in Farucoma's name am I going to accomplish this?" she asked herself, in a whisper. Her compass had pointed her here, to this vast tangle of trees. She must always go north, and this, according to her compass, was north. She shook her compass. "Is this thing broken?" she said, not too quietly now. “It can't be," she replied to herself, dismissing her doubts. And it couldn't be broken, considering it had been charmed to NOT break. ‘Well, such is life,” Viarri thought. ‘Or at least mine.’ She trudged forward, drawing her yataghan, a sharp, skinny sword. (OOC:I think.) Viarri paused before cutting the vines in her way. “Sorry,” she said to them, though she knew they would not respond. Before you question her, think. If you were in a jungle searching for someone you absolutely NEED to find, all alone with no one to talk to you, do you think you wouldn’t occasionally talk to yourself and other objects you see? And if you still question Viarri, try not talking to yourself in a jungle filled with evil wild creatures.
She had made it many miles by Full-Sun (afternoon) and Viarri was tiring. She sat on a small rock, next to a mountain stream she had just found. The sun was hot, the shade was cool, and she was tired. Viarri soon drifted off, in a light sleep, with dreams of the kingdom to come. She hardly ever slept deeply now. She had been trained not to. For if she slept soundly, how could she know if someone, or something for that matter, was sneaking toward her....
Something scuttled in the underbrush. Diamanti tiptoed silently to the opening of the cave. Not much of an opening, now, with the door fitted tightly where the gaping hole had once been. Hoooooooot. Hoooot, hoot. Hooooooot. Diamanti unlocked and opened the door cautiously, stepping outside. He followed the noise curiosly, not bothering to close the door. Hoooot. Hoooooooooot, hooooot, hoooot. He had been raised to hate darkness, to always stay where there was light. He did not care, now what his family had taught him. He stopped suddenly and listened. Silence. Diamanti surveyed his surroundings carefully. There was no way to tell where he was or which way he had come from. He sat on a tree hollow and stared out into the darkness. Day would come soon. Diamanti entered the hollow and sat on the large pile of leaves left from whatever animal had inhabited the area last. He would stay here, he decided, until he felt a great need to return home. The sun's rays washed over him and he fell asleep. He would be safe here; for a while, at least. He was safe. A screech was heard overhead. Diamanti awoke with a start. He glanced out of the opening of the tree hollow and thought, 'not again.' The Seneet had come.
Hee hee. Not my turn. You people will be writers one day. Yes that is a prophesy, Thing. Also Thing, please make a blog. And I get points for doing the most posts.
DON'T CALL ME THING. You do not have that authority. And I have nothing against prophecies except that they are completely unnessisary.
Viarri turned and twisted through the never ending forest, and with every turn she went deeper in the forest and farther away from light. She was getting hopeless now, she had lost any desire to go on. Her only motivation was the ever near rustle behind her scaring her to move on. If not for the weariness of what it was she would have let it eat her long ago. She went on.
Toward afternoon (Or was it midnight?) she knew she must rest. She sat down and as soon as she did she saw bright red eyes surrounding her in every direction. "Who are you? Why are you here? Stop! Please! LiSTEN!" she called to no avail. She backed up to the tree behind her and closed her eyes as a huge beast charged... Viarri woke up, gasping for breath. "Oh in Riamnio*! Just a dream!!" she sighed, relieved. She sat up, noticing her surroundings. This wasn't were she had layed down to rest. A voice sounded behind her "About time."
(OOC: *Riamnio is the goddess of love and peace and goodness.)
Oh, and Farucoma is the head god. I enjoy making up imaginary gods to use. I might even use one as a character.
It was near midnight, and Diamanti was tiring. He had been running from the Seneit* since noon, hiding in the underbrush.
Diamanti had always hated afternoon chases with the Seneit. Midnight was the only time he could stand them. In the day, he hid, not only from the Seneit, but from everything that depended on the sunlight. He hid, even, from the sun itself.
But now that the sun was gone, even for only a few hours, he felt safe again. The Seneit did not dare chase him now. Not at midnight. Not here.
The Seneit, like all other Day-creatures, feared all Night-creatures, but none as much as the Hiyanre.
The Hiyanre was the fear that all Day-creatures knew of, but not all understood. The Hiyanre was the reason all Night-creatures were despised. All Night-creatures were accused of helping the Hiyanre, but in truth, most feared it as much as the Day-creatures did.
“Day-creatures don’t understand anything,” Diamanti whispered. His first spoken words in weeks.
He was walking to a hole near his tree hollow where he often stayed while the Seneit was after him.
He stopped suddenly. A pair of bright red eyes was visible directly in front of him.
“Go away,” he hissed, and they disappeared.
*Seneet
Viarri jumped to her feet and drew her yataghan, spinning wildly, searching through the underbrush. “Come out creature of Hiyane! Face me like a warrior!” She heard a laugh, a horrible deafening laugh, seeming to come from all directions. Viarri shook, and looked around once more before going on, “Or leave and begone and save yourself from the pain of having to die now.” The thing (OOC: Not thing as in Thethuthinnang) spoke in a weird, evil voice. “I’m afraid, general,” it paused letting Viarri take in the fact that it knew the prophecy, and that she was a major role in it, “you are highly mistaken.” Viarri slashed her sword, hoping she was going in the right direction, and not looking completely lost. The bushes shook and rustled as the thing dodged her swipe. Then it spoke “If this is how you wish to settle this then so be it. Any last words before death?” Viarri laughed dryly and replied, “I would imagine you being a little more confident in yourself, but since you are willing to face the facts that you are going to die, you might as well learn to die like a man.” (OOC: Excuse the phrase.) “Show yourself!” The voice cackled and said “As you wish, general.” Out of the woods stepped, not one, but sixteen full armed elves. (Tall like in Eragon (Sorry thing)) The tallest and best armored of them, presumably the one who talked, drew his sword and grinned cruelly. “As you wish.”
Diamanti stood by his tree hollow, not wanting to walk to the hole nearby. But he continued, nonetheless.
When he reached it, he sat by the opening, dreading what would happen if he stayed for the night.
This happened every time the Seneit found him. He would run through the forest until nightfall and go to the hole to sleep, hoping that he wouldn’t be found again. But he would be found, just as he always was. And so he would go to another hiding place, and another, and another, until the Seneit decided, for some reason or another, not to chase him any longer. But it would come back, and the chase would repeat.
And so Diamanti sat, not wanting to enter the hole, but not wanting so sit in plain sight of whatever might pass.
‘No place is safe for me,’ he thought.
It was with this thought that Diamanti heard voices.
He couldn’t tell what they were saying, at the distance he was from whoever was speaking, but he could tell where they were.
He hurried towards the clearing near the elves’ village. He didn’t want to be seen, but he was curious. He was always curious.
Diamanti reached the clearing just slightly out of breath. He saw a young girl standing in the middle of the clearing, slashing a sword wildly.
“If this is how you wish to settle this then so be it. Any last words before death?” said a voice.
The girl laughed. “I would imagine you being a little more confident in yourself, but since you are willing to face the facts that you are going to die, you might as well learn to die like a man. Show yourself!”
The other voice, a voice which Diamanti knew well, said, “As you wish, general. As you wish”
Diamanti saw sixteen elves step into the clearing, fully armed. Something clicked in his mind.
General.
He stepped out of the shadows, facing the elf who had spoken.
“Sayyid, step back and leave the general to me!” he said, loud enough for the girl to hear him. Then more softly, “She can help get the Seneit off my track. Then I am free to help you.”
“Help us?” said Sayyid. “But why would you help us? How could you help us?”
Diamanti smiled. “I can do whatever you ask of me,” he said, simply.
“Very well. Take her.”
Diamanti turned to the girl.
“Follow me.”
Thoughts raced through Viarri’s head in whirls. This stranger, obviously not a stranger to the elves, was about to take her somewhere unknown. She also knew this could NOT be any better than being with the elves, yet somehow it made her feel a tad bit better to have to face one person rather than sixteen. Though Viarri knew she would not be able to get out of this situation easily, considering the fact these people knew the forest much better than her. And to add to this already impossible predicament, she happened to know the name Sayyid, and he wasn’t a very nice fellow according to the folk tales about him. She was royally stuck, and was beginning to doubt seriously whether her compass worked. The only clear thought in her head was that to NO circumstances was she going to give up this sword. She might as well stab herself now, than do that. Viarri looked at the elves and decided to permanently cross off running away from her options. Viarri cleared her head as well she could under the circumstances. She decided that it was not fun to have no say in the argument and looked up at the elves and the other person. “ Where, may I ask, will this fellow be taking me?” Viarri smiled indignantly. “And, may I have the privilege of knowing who this fellow is?” Sayyid looked at her for the first time since the stranger had come. “Well, that is up to the fellow to tell you, isn’t it?” He smirked at her. Viarri chose the humiliation approach for this guy. “It troubles you to not know everything doesn’t it? The fellow might not even come back, and you won’t know where to find him.” Viarri smirked back at Sayyid and continued; “Now he is in charge of this mission rather than you. Won’t your king be impressed?” She smiled innocently and looked at the person she kept calling fellow. ‘Probably not the smartest thing to say, but what is done is done, and I am far past done for.’
Comment: Anything in '' is a thought. And anything in "" is said aloud, but you should know that. :)
Diamanti turned.
“Come,” he said. “We have much to discuss.”
He could feel the eyes of the sixteen elves following him as he walked out of the clearing.
“My name,” he said when he and the general were far enough away from the elves that they couldn’t hear, “is Diamanti. And I’m not taking you anywhere. Unless you can convince me to.
“But there is one thing you could do for me. Get the Seneit to stop bothering me. Make it leave me alone. I have enough troubles in my life without it.
“Do this for me, general, and I will help you find the queen. That is your quest, is it not? To find the queen and warn her of her role in the prophesy?
"You have most certainly lost your way. Why, at this very moment you are traveling away from the queen.
“So. Do you agree that it is fair? Will you help me? Answer me, general, or you will have to find the queen on your own. And perhaps deal with the elves... on your own."
He was facing the girl now, staring intensely at her.
“Answer me."
Viarri tensed, seeing flashbacks of the not-so-distant past. ”Trust me, Viarri.” “I will help you ‘til the end. I am your friend.” She looked through her past and remembered those she had trusted to help her, only to find they were voracious spies. Though what Diamanti had said was a little different. He did not ask her to trust her or to believe in her, but instead gave her a choice, which she really couldn’t refuse. It was her only chance. Sure, he might turn around the second she helped him, as had all the others, but it was this or die. Or you might say: maybe die, or most likely die. As would most, she chose maybe die.
Not without a little faith though. “ Do you swear to all your patron gods that you will follow through with your side of the deal? Would you be willing to sign by light?” She stared at him, ready to run at a whistle blow. “ I will try to rid you of the Seneit, but be warned, they are not very convincible.” She looked at him, full of questions. The most vigorous ones rung in her ears: How does he know of me and the Seneit? And why does the Seneit bother him?
OOC: To sign by light is a unbreakable vow that is taken by using magical spells to gather light and put it in a magical quill called a Wyasqu and write the vow with the quill on a special parchment called a Mijki. A very complicated process that can only be done at midnight unless you are signing by darkness(opposite of light XD), and that must be done at noon. Ask me if you are confused.
In line 8, last word, it is him not her.
"I will try to rid you of the Seneit, but be warned, they are not very convincable."
Diamanti grimaced at the general's words.
"Yes, I know," he said dejectedly.
He was silent for a moment. Then he said,
"I swear, to all my patron gods, and I would be willing to sign by light: I will help you. I will take you to the queen, as far as I can go.
"There is only one problem. You say you will try to help me. But how do I know I can trust you?"
Viarri looked at Diamanti. " I would swear by dark." She shivered at the thought of the pain at staying up to that hour as she said "As that is my weakness. Of course I could not, because the signing of that would require more definite restrictions then ‘I will try.’ I would be willing to swear by my patron god, Kiiyu (OOC: God of truth and wisdom), or goddess, Ytianji (OOC: Goddess of love and light and beauty.)” She looked up at the sky. “ Do you believe me? I will not ask you to trust me, though, as I will not trust you. To trust anyone is a mistake.” She looked up at him with a rebellious look in her eye. Then more meekly Viarri said, “Now we should find a camp before dusk is lost. As I told you before, night is not a time of good for me.” She glanced at him, wary. She commented mockingly “And since I am going the wrong way, I guess you must lead.” Viarri checked her compass before tucking it away in her leather rucksack that she kept her most important belongings. She tugged the strings to close it tightly and slung it around her shoulder.
Diamanti was exhausted, and you really couldn’t blame him. He had been awaked for most of the day before, all of that night, and was still only just drifting off to sleep, and it was noon.
He had been contemplating his conversation with Viarri (the general had told him her name just before they had parted for the day) as he waited for sleep to claim him.
I hadn’t really been that interesting, really. Not to Diamanti, anyway. He and Viarri had simply sworn that they would help each other. Then Diamanti had led Viarri to a place where she could stay safely, and then had come here. To his tree hollow.
‘The queen,’ he had thought. ‘Why the queen? Why doesn’t she know her role in the prophesy? She is ignorant of her surroundings. Nothing good can come from that.’
He had then pondered just exactly how anyone could be sure she had a large role in the prophesy without knowing its full contents.
Assumptions. No one con be absolutely sure that they are in danger just because someone is giving them death threats. That’s just like the queen. The prophesy (or even just her part in it) is the death threats, and she is the one receiving them. Only she doesn’t know about them.
Diamanti had then proceeded to wonder why she was so ignorant. Obviously, he had had a lot on his mind. But now, with the sun high in the sky, he slept. It was a light sleep, one in which he would be awakened by any unfamiliar noises, but it was sleep, nonetheless. And he knew, even in sleep, that the Seneit was out, trying to find him. Looking everywhere…
Sharp red eyes, almost coming out of nowhere, appeared on a hill overlooking everything in the forest. They stared on, unblinking, up toward the moon. Or may you call them it. The red eyes belonged to the Seneit. It was a creature, too different to be classified as an animal, which seemed not be there. It was unseen, because it wished to be unseen. At it’s own will one could see it. Or perhaps not it, but its eyes could be seen. Only another of its species could see it, itself. The Seneit looked, never wavering, toward a clump of trees, much how a falcon would track its prey. Quite near the same thing, really, to that. It located its target, and launched. It flew, if you may call the motion it was doing that, faster then anything known on the world, so as to not be noticed. Not that it would matter though. It wouldn’t be remembered even if seen. Then suddenly it stopped. It turned around and glided away, back to the hill and looked down at the woods when it became settled on an old willow tree.
Viarri slept deeply now. She felt watched, but a safe kind of watched. The watched one might feel as a child, when one’s mother is overlooking you, and insuring your comfort. Be safe, my daughter. Be safe
Diamanti emerged from his tree hollow just as the sun went down. He wasn’t at all surprised to see that he was not alone.
“Hello, Diamanti.” An elf that had been sitting against a tree stood, looking at him coldly.
“Zaynab,” he replied, just as icily. “What are you doing here? Your father sent you, perhaps?”
“Yes, he sent me,” she answered. “And with me he sends a message. He wishes that you remember your promise and that you keep it. He also wishes that you allow me to accompany you on your journey – yes, he knows about that – to be sure that you do keep your promise.”
“And why would I allow you to come with us? Furthermore, why would the general allow you? After all, your father nearly killed her.” Diamanti thought it best not to tell Zaynab the general’s name.
“It does not matter,” she replied, advancing to him, “if you do not wish for me to come. I will pursue you anyway. You’ve no choice but to let me come.” She was standing not three inches from him, revulsion apparent on her face. Then she turned abruptly, and walked back to the tree she had been sitting on earlier.
“If you do not, my father will know, and he will kill both you and your precious general.”
Diamanti was at a loss for words. He knew she was right: he had to accept.
“Fine,” he said finally. “Meet us – the general and me – here, in one hour.”
Zaynab laughed cruelly. “There’s no need for that.”
Diamanti saw a figure, most likely Viarri, approaching in the distance. He whispered,
“No. None at all.”
Again, I'm sorry it took so long.
These are the meanings of the names I used (other than Diamanti, which my dad came up with), just in case you were wondering. They are from behindthename.com.
ZAYNAB
Gender: Feminine
Usage: Arabic
Other Scripts: زينب (Arabic)
From the Arabic name of a fragrant flowering plant. Zaynab was the name of a daughter, a granddaughter, and two wives of the Prophet Muhammad.
SAYYID
Gender: Masculine
Usage: Arabic
Other Scripts: سيّد (Arabic)
Means "lord, master" in Arabic. A famous bearer was the Egyptian musician Sayyid Darwish.
Um, Question? I want to know if Zaynab is a character we both can play, or just yours.
Viarri approached the beaten path, presumably made by the elves. It stretched as far as it could be seen, never ending in Viarri’s view. She stepped on it and trekked forward, since she had followed it out of the camp in hopes of finding a path marker. She wasn’t trying to escape, though. No, not at all. She knew that her chances of making it out of the forest were slim without Diamanti’s direction, even without the shadow of the elves presence.
She looked up from the path for a moment to observe her surroundings. A moment was too much for Viarri. She tripped and tumbled on herself, losing her pack. She gasped and reached out to catch it. It was an inch out of her reach. Crawling along, Viarri lunged and tried to grasp it. Panting she leaped once more for the pack.
“Caught you,” Viarri wheezed.
She rolled on her side, catching her breath.
“ Get up!” a high, frantic voice called to Viarri.
Viarri looked around to see dark shapes all around her. She jumped on her feet, terrified. They approached closer and closer till Viarri could swear she could feel them breathing. She stood stock still, hysterical.
“Your sword, Viarrinmeji! Your sword!” Another voice, lower, called, louder than the last, and even more frantic. “Trust, Viarrinmeji! You must trust them Viarrinmeji, the ones who watch and are forever, the one who hides and wants to be found, the one who seeks and looks for nothing, and the one who notices everything yet not anything! Do not forget to trust!” The voices combined at the end to form the last sentence.
Viarri found power as she listened, from who knows where or how, and slashed the shadows. They withered inhumanly at only one slash, yet more came behind them, and more, and more. She could not hold.
Meanwhile at camp, the figure Diamanti had seen doubled to two. They murmured, as if they were the wind themselves, two words.
“Follow, chosen!”
You can play her. Just don't make her too evil. You can make Viarri think of her as being evil if you want to, but otherwise do try to make her seem kind of nice. If that makes any sense.
I changed my mind on what you can and can't do with her. Just play her if you want to, and if not, then don't. Forget I said anything before.
Diamanti and Zaynab had been waiting for the general for nearly five minutes, and they were beginning to get rather impatient. Diamanti had been pacing through the trees for several minutes, before suddenly halting and sitting across form Zaynab on the ground. Zaynab was silent and seemed not to notice him. After a few moments of silence, Diamanti stood again. Zaynab smiled silently as he began pacing again. Several long seconds later, she broke the silence.
“That’s not going to make her come any faster,” she said quietly.
“I know,” Diamanti replied, sighing. “I just want to get this over with as quickly as possible.”
“Come. Sit,” said Zaynab after a moment of thought. “Talk.”
Diamanti walked to her and sat cautiously across from her. “What do think we will come across on our journey to the queen?” he asked.
Zaynab did not answer. Diamanti continued.
“I expect trolls, definitely. We’re passing them; we have to. Their residence arcs around the queen.”
“Do you suggest that I do not know where the trolls live?” hissed Zaynab. “They live at the edge of our lands. You think you know this better than I?”
Diamanti was startled by this sudden outburst. “No,” he said slowly, “I was just saying–”
“Of course. Just saying.” Suddenly, a thought came to Zaynab. A memory from long ago…
It was the middle of the day in midsummer. The village was warm and bright and everyone was happy. Zaynab played happily in the middle of the large table in the middle of the room. Her mother sat at the end of the table, watching her and smiling. Her father was in the next room, doing something. The house was silent except for the happy chattering of the young Zaynab, the deep voice of Sayyid, and, occasionally, the voice of another Elvin citizen. Then, suddenly, there was a crash as someone entered the house in a rush.
“They’re coming,” said a new voice, the voice of Alexius, the leader of the trolls. “You must be ready. They’re coming! They’re just beyond this village.”
Sayyid silenced the worried chatter that followed. “We will stay,” he said, in answer to the unasked question. “We will stay and we will not leave just because they are coming. If they seem to be a threat to us, then we will leave.”
“They are a threat, Sayyid. They killed many of our people, and wounded several others.” Alexius clearly saw no point in the elves’ waiting. He seemed to think it was too dangerous. But Sayyid was defiant, and refused to leave.
Alexius shook his head and said, “I warned you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Moments later, before Alexius had managed to leave, the queen’s guards entered the house. One of them hurried to Zaynab’s mother before anyone had time to react to their arrival. Much to Zaynab’s horror, the guard slid his sword into her heart, killing her.
There was no reason for it, and none of the guards gave one through the fight that followed. Soon, most of the guards lay dead on the ground. Only a few remained.
Most of the remaining guards left upon seeing their comrades dead, but one, the head guard, stepped forward with his sword raised. He quickly strode towards Sayyid, ignoring Zaynab’s frightened squeak. He was a foot away from the Elvin lord, when Alexius appeared, sword raised, and killed him. Not two seconds later, one of the lower guards rushed in and stabbed Alexius. He fell to the ground as the guard ran out of the house and away, back to the queen.
Sayyid and the rest of the crowd of elves cleared the house. But as Sayyid carried Alexius’ body out of the room, a crying Zaynab saw something fall from around his neck. She made her way over to it and raised it to her eyes before gently putting it on.
Zaynab touched the necklace she wore and said, “The trolls will help us. As will the birds. But we must be cautious of the spiders and humans,” here she paused, smirking at Diamanti. “There is no telling what they might do. None at all.”
And she watched Diamanti closely as he grimaced and nodded.
ALEXIUS
Gender: Masculine
Usage: Ancient Greek (Latinized)
From the Greek name Αλεξιος (Alexios) which meant "helper" or "defender", derived from Greek αλεξω (alexo) "to defend, to help". A czar of Russia has borne this name.
Sorry. I'm not good at battle scenes. But I finished it! I told you I would.
Um... Thing.. I thought you understood this..
"Meanwhile at camp, the figure Diamanti had seen doubled to two. They murmured, as if they were the wind themselves, two words.
“Follow, chosen!” "
That means they were supposed to follow the figures. But no matter, I will solve it.
I am going to have a a battle scene too! We need to reveal the past and that's what I'll do.
Viarri whimpered “ Lisianthus, why must we hide? I am scared!”
“As am I, Viarri. Now shush, they are approaching.”
Viarri and Lisianthus were huddled under brambles, and in the dark the thorns of the brambles were the worst, as you could not see them. Viarri had been traveling all day and being only six years old, she was understandably tired. She did not understand why her sister was taking her from home. She only knew she must go, because that is what her mother said she must do. Her mother had hid them in a miller’s cart, to be carried away. Viarri didn’t think she would ever understand why she had fled, or why the kindly old miller had been attacked. Little did she know, it was because of her and Lisianthus. Viarri suddenly started to sob, mournfully.
“Viarri, hush! Please, be quiet for both of our sakes!” Lisianthus was frightened, and this only made Viarri cry louder.
“Viarr-” Lisianthus was interrupted by horses hooves, and a loud, cruel laugh.
“I told you, you can’t hide forever and especially with that baby with you. You should have killed her as I said and you wouldn’t be here now.” The cruel voice Viarri knew and had grown to despise with all the hatred in her small, formerly innocent heart echoed through the night.
“Kill them.”
“NOO!” Lisianthus jumped from the brambles and drew her sword. “Run Viarri!”
But Viarri didn’t run. From her spot in the thickets Viarri heard clashes and bangs, the sounds of a well-matched fight. She peeked out of a small hole and watched. Lisianthus struck, and struck, her singing sword lunging at every opportunity. Her opponent blocked each and did not attempt to attack. They parried through the clearing and jumped around, flying to make their move. “CLASH!” “RING!” By the time Lisianthus realized he had only been tiring her it was far too late. The man threw his sword in a killing strike. Lisianthus moved to block, but with her reflexes tired, she didn’t make it.
His sword did its job. The man laughed and pulled his sword from Lisianthus. She crumbled to the ground defeated. He left, strutting with victory.
“NOO!” Viarri leapt from the brambles as soon as he was gone. “Lisianthus, NO! You can’t go, NO! What of the Prophecy?! You must live!”
“Viarri… I… am sorry… I did what… I could… You must follow in my footsteps, Viarri…You must.” And with that, Lisianthus, the one person Viarri loved most, passed on.
“But, No…I amm not...I can’t…I don’t want to… be a Jiyane, Lisianthus.. You are.” Viarri collapsed against her sister and cried.
In the darkness of the deep forest, Viarri, surrounded by hordes of Darkness who were guarding her. The Darkness wasn’t the only thing watching. A pair of bright red eyes looked over the scene in fear. They suddenly took off flying to a small camp.
Whow, long. I am going to delete some unneeded post to shorten this. Is that alright with you? I am not going to delete any of the story, just random chat.
Did you understand what I meant on the last thing Viarri says? If not I will tell you, because it is important.
I get it...kind of. I'm not sure if I'm right, so just in case, I don't understand.
And how did you expect me to understand that if you wouldn't tell me?
I thought you didn't understand the part with the chosen and the rest, but I thought you understood the fact to follow the figure.
Now, you may play the Seneit (a pair of red eyes), obviously, and Viarri is in need of being saved. Technically you don't need to make Diamanti and Zaynab save Viarri, but if you don't I will have some problems with how to save her.
And what do you think Viarri meant by saying ""But, No…I am not...I can’t…I don’t want to… be a Jiyane, Lisianthus.. You are.” Viarri collapsed against her sister and cried." I did this to my hint. It is rather simple once you evaluate it closely. :) I think.
I like to leave hints of future activities in what I say, and if you look at everything closely and think for a while, you should understand a few things.
I think it means that Viarri is not the real Jiyane; her sister Lisianthus was, but she died and told Viarri to take the job with her last breath. But that seems so obvious that I'm really not sure if I'm right.
Yep. XD! You are right. I kinda had to make it obvious because it is important. Extremely. This gives me a lot of choices to what could happen with Viarri next. She could have nothing to do with the prophecy or even more to do with it. You get the jist of what I'm saying?
Also... Viarri seems to have trouble with the compass....
Diamanti paced through the trees impatiently. Zaynab watched on, amused. Finally, Diamanti halted and said to her, “I was quite sure that was the general.”
“As was I,” replied Zaynab. “But as it was not her, it seems we will have to wait a bit longer. Why do you care so much, anyway?”
“I don’t, really. It’s just… the sooner we get this over with, the better.” He was silent for a moment, but then he continued in a bored voice, “Do you plan on telling me how you know the general is female, or am I just going to have to guess?”
Zaynab laughed. “I was there. Did you not see me? She nearly cut my right arm off, which is saying something. She was, no doubt, aiming for my father. He was more than a few feet to my left. Her aim is terrible.”
Diamanti opened his mouth to say something, but Zaynab cut him off before he got the chance.
“I hear something,” she whispered. Standing, she motioned for him to follow her. They followed the sound through the forest. Or rather, Zaynab followed the sound and a very confused Diamanti followed her.
They paused in the middle of a narrow path. It was from this vicinity that the noise had come from. A bit farther down the path, the general stood, watching a pair of red eyes progress towards her.
Zaynab stepped between the Seneit and the general. Suddenly, though rather slowly, a bird-like body began to form around the eyes, revealing the Seneit fully for the first time to both Diamanti and Viarri.
Zaynab spoke.
“Go, Seneit. Leave her unharmed. She travels with us.
“Or,” she added boldly, “you could stay. Stay and fight against the three of us.”
The Seneit stared at her for a moment as if undecided. Then, with a last glance at Diamanti, it flew away, disappearing as it went, until all that was visible of it were two red eyes, fading as they glided in the direction of the queen…
Sorry for the wait. I'm a bit slow, if you hadn't noticed.
I think I changed your explination of the Seneit a bit, but... it fits with the story, so...
Once again, I think we are confused.:D The Seneit was helping Viarri in my idea by coming to get you. I said that the hordes of Darkness had her (Viarri) and that the Seneit flew off to a small camp. (Diamanti and Zaynab were at a small camp)
Before I kind of explained the Seneit and what it looked like. I think you got what I mean there. (YEAY! CHeers! Celebrate good times, come on!) Maybe it will be easier for ya to understand me in the other things if you read my posts again before replying.
PLEASE if you do not understand something, ASK!! I know you asked about the prophecy I mentioned, but that doesn't matter if you understand or not, but the things in my last two posts do.
I will try to fix it.
I did reread it before replying, death. If you want me to understand something like that, you need to explain it. I thought I understood. So. I think we can agree that it is both of our faults that I just completely destroyed your plans.
I'm sorry, I thought my meaning was clear. And you have to admit, it would be kind of odd if I explained myself after every post.
But yes, it is both our faults. DO you understand now, though?
I am going to post now.
Whoosh
Viarri blinked and stared, yet saw nothing. “ It must be night still, ” Viarri thought. She then heard murmured voices and remembered. The dark! It was not night, they were shadows blocking her view! She attempted to see through them, but to no avail.
She could not understand why she was not allowed to see. Was there something there that she could use to escape if she could see it? Or perhaps it was just the shadows way of torture. Viarri shivered at this thought. If it was meant to be torture, how long must she endure this endless night?
Then the murmurs became clearer. Just for a fraction of a moment, but it was enough for her to hear the voices. She heard them telling the Seneit to go, but she wondered why. Why were they bothering with the Seneit while she was being strangled of light and sound by a cloak of some unknown darkness with its own mind? Was the Seneit helping the darkness? But no, the Seneit is a being of light and day, not a creature of night as the shadows are. Perhaps they did not understand the shadows around her. That, being the only understandable situation, was the one she decided to use.
“The shadows! Diamanti, Zaynab, it is the shadows you must help me from, not the Seneit!” She yelled this, but as she heard no noise herself, a prickle of doubt at the fact they could hear her appeared. Yet as she thought this, it was confirmed. They had no notice of her accept for Zaynab looking at her with and odd expression on her face.
Ok, what I mean here is that Viarri can not hear or be heard with the shadows around her. And to explain why Diamanti and Zaynab did not see the shadows is this: They can not see them! Makes sense methinks. :D SO in other words, Zaynab and Diamanti can see Viarri, but not the shadows for some reason I am still deciding upon. And Zaynab saw Viarri's mouth move, but didn't hear her because of the shadows around Viarri. Get it? I know that part is a little weird.
Cool. I do understand now. Sorry. I'll try to post soon.
Yeay!
Postie POSTIE..... Or I'll go mad. La di daa, Pa hoo pa had! (Sidenote: I attempted to rhyme, and that is why the pahoo stuff is there. Anyway, you get my point: POST! Or else. :D)
I have most of it written, I just... took a break. I'll have it posted soon enough, I promise.
You better! Grrrr.... Just kidding! But I do want you to hurry!!
La.
I'm trying, I'm trying.
“Long ago, when the world was still new, the Darkness ruled it. Nothing was more powerful than the Darkness. It controlled the way everything lived and behaved. Anything that rebelled was tortured.
“The Darkness could cause immense pain, but one of its greatest – or should I say worst – method of torture was the shadows. The shadows could control when you could see and hear, and you could not be heard when in their grasp.
“So, as you can see, the Darkness was not an unlikely ruler – it wanted power, so it got it. What was unlikely about it was what happened later on, when more and more creatures came to inhabit the world.”
“But then what happened, Daddy? If the Darkness was so powerful, then why doesn’t it still rule?” Diamanti was rather confused. He was only three, so he didn’t quite see the trend of the stories his father had been telling him: elves’ folk tales.
“Oh, Diamanti. We defeated it.”
“Us?”
“Yes, us. The elves.”
“Oh.”
Their father grimaced and said, “Yes, Zaynab. We defeated it. We first attacked the shadows and conquered them. Then we –”
“Yes, Father, we know,” Zaynab sighed. “We got rid of its allies before actually defeating the Darkness.”
“But it makes such an excellent story. Why is it that you must always ruin my stories, Zaynab?”
“She’ll make a good mother some day,” voiced her mother, Zahra, from a corner of their home – a brightly lit cave with a door fitted over the opening. “She doesn’t want her brother to hear the sordid details of your stories. Yes, a fine mother. And queen, too.”
“Yes, but how is he supposed to help rule if he doesn’t know anything about our history?” replied Sayyid, exasperated. “The queen cannot be the only one of the two rulers to know about it.”
Zaynab and Diamanti glanced at each other: their parents seemed to have forgotten they were there.
“He knows the basics,” their mother was saying. “He doesn’t need to know every detail. It’s not that important.”
“I agree with Mother.”
Both of their parents jumped at Diamanti’s defiant voice. “I don’t need to know every aspect of fights elves took part in. I think I know enough already.”
“Father,” Zaynab interrupted, “on a lighter note, in every story I’ve seen, the word ‘Darkness’ is capitalized, but ‘elf’ isn’t. Why is that?”
“Well,” said Sayyid slowly, “it’s probably a trend left over from the Darkness’ rule. I suppose you could change it if you really wanted to.”
“Then I will.”
“What does the darkness look like, Daddy?” Diamanti questioned.
“I don’t know,” his father admitted.
“And I don’t want you to find out. The Darkness is dangerous,” said Zahra gravely. “My mother died at its hand. I won’t have that happen to you, too. Stay away from complete darkness. Always stay where there is light. And if you are unlucky enough to come across it, use your magic. Light is the answer. But you’ll learn more about that when you’re older.” She was suddenly more cheerful, as if she hadn’t just relived her mother’s death. As if she hadn’t warned her children about the dangers of darkness. But she smiled and laughed all night until bedtime, and only once all night did she look distant.
I'm really sorry it took so long. But here it is. It was going to be longer, but that would have taken several more days, so...
And in case you were wondering...
ZAHRA
Gender: Feminine
Usage: Arabic
Other Scripts: زهراء (Arabic)
Means "brilliant, bright" in Arabic.
PART 1
Viarri could not control herself. The pain of the dark torture took over.
‘She was running and stumbling, twisting and turning, in panic and in madness, searching for some sort of light. Someone or, as the phrase goes, something was chasing her. She heard it cackling and felt it’s sneering at what both it and she knew. The chase was drawing to an end.
And randomly, only by the power of the unknown creature tailing her, something blocked her desperate path. A wall of roses, of the oddest of things, sprang up to the endless darknes, the forbidding sky. The only way this was noticed by Viarri, was the cold wind blowing toward her, probably meant to slow her down. The prick of a thorn and the light touch of a rose caused her to stop. Luck was the reason the wind blew, or so it at least now that it had helped her.
But luck comes and goes like the North wind, and in this situation it went rather fast.
The dark-thing (as Viarri called it, for she knew not it’s true name) was coming. She could hear it’s foul breathing and smell it’s repulsive stench. Unwanted this thought sprung into her head: ‘ The smell of death. ’
Viarri made to run to the side, but the thorns wrapped themselves around her piercing her mind and body. She cried out in agony, trying to escape Death’s grip, but the thorns only dug in deeper from her struggles.
“By the glory of the stars, may a being of light obliterate these grips upon my soul and save the life I have!” The words Viarri spoke were not hers, though they came from her mouth. They were unbidden and seemed to hold a power in them that Viarri never, nor probably ever, she believed, knew of. But they were perfectly welcome.
As soon as they passed through her mouth, a vivid dappled light spread Everywhere, but it did not blind Viarri, though the source was right next to her.
Instead it gave her utmost joy, for seemingly no reason. Or not, depending on how you look at it. Perhaps it was because anything frightful simply disappeared and she was no longer chased by the monster, though it alone of the frightful things, remained. It looked rather surprised and annoyed, but unfortunately unhurt.’
Sorry, this is really long. Please don't reply yet, cause I am not done and my dad is making me get off the computer. :-P
PART 2
A sword of the brightest glory appeared in the dazzling figures hand. Though as Viarri watched it grow, she decided it was more part of the figure then another thing that the figure was holding. But before she could ponder farther, the fight began.
The dark-thing attacked first. It leapt through the bright air, leaving a streak of darkness behind it. Its challenger lifted an arm, and a shield of flowing light appeared before it, striking the dark-thing hard.
The dark-thing was not defeated yet, sadly.
The thing raised a forearm, and the twirling ray of light turned black. Then the roses returned. It coiled the now brown, wilting roses and their steams around the black ray. The roses melted into the ray, making it bigger. Then, with a curl of the dark-thing’s claws, the dark-rose whip reared and lashed in the bright-one’s direction. The bright figure jumped to the sides, avoiding the whip.
Suddenly, the whip lashed to the right, making its victim leap to the left. But even more suddenly, the whiplash changed directions, curling around the bright one’s leg. Roses coiled around the bright figure as it screamed in agony. Then the bright figure crumpled to the ground, and the light that once was Everywhere, slowly began to fade.
The dark-thing laughed in triumph, with a cruel, cackling laugh..
Viarri screamed in terror and sadness, reminding the dark thing of her presence and the job unfinished. OOC: Smart move, Viarri, smart mooove…
“But as any writer knows, if you want a good story, bad cannot prevail, and the hero cannot die till the job is finished.”
So even as Viarri screamed and the dark-thing cackled, a light once again began to spread over the land. A sweet music played, a music that is so beautiful, that Viarri stopped her screaming and sobbing and the dark-thing quitted its cackling to wince at the sounds.
A voice rose above the music and sang “You may have defeated me once, Meio mE-O , but you can never defeat me twice.”
The dark, cruel voice Viarri knew from somewhere, and knew she hated, replied in a humored way, “Ah, I am disappointed to contradict you again, dear madam, but that is most unfortunately wrong. I am sure you were buttered up with feel-good falsehood before I met up with you, and I understand your confusion. But you must understand eventually!”
“I will never believe your lies!” Her voice was musical and light, but as she said this it was covered in hatred and disgust.
He cackled, and cocked his head in amusment. “Then die confused, for all I care.”
They leapt back in battle erupting clashes and bangs, the sounds of a well-matched fight. The dark-thing now had a sword of his own and he attacked and attacked, with his opponent only blocking. By the time he realized she was just tiring him, it was far too late. The bright one delivered a killing strike, and the dark-thing was defeated.
“I never lose to a being twice,” Lisianthus said, looking toward Viarri. “Now hush Viarri, and always remember me.”
Viarri slowly fell asleep, content and relieved.
Okay, I'm done! HINT, HINT
It was later that night, and the moon shone brightly in the night sky. Diamanti and Zaynab were sitting together in an empty clearing. They were talking about how they planned on getting to the queen.
“We have to pass the elves,” Diamanti said.
“And? We are elves, I’m sure they’ll let us through.”
“But Viarri isn’t,” he reminded Zaynab, “and Sayyid –”
Zaynab glared at him.
“– Father left her to me, meaning he expects me to “deal” with her. And you know what that means.”
“Yes, yes – send her home or kill her. But we could disguise her.”
“As what?” questioned Diamanti.
“Well… you weren’t there when that beggar came through, but –”
“I heard about it.”
“Oh. Right. Well anyway, we could –”
“Disguise her as another beggar? They’d figure it out.”
“How? Because she was with us?”
“Exactly,” answered Diamanti. “You are one of them and I… I am not one to travel through their lands in any situation.”
“So we’ll disguise you both. I can travel with two strangers. Or, of course, we could go separately and meet off of our terrain.
“Anyway, Father knows of our journey. I don’t quite understand your concern.”
“He won’t let me through without some kind of a fight, that I know, and he would hate to let the general go as well,” he answered. “It’s more difficult than you think.”
“But –”
“No, Zay.”
Zaynab stared at him in surprise.
“What?”
“No one has called me that in years,” she answered.
“Oh,” said Diamanti quietly. “Well, I suppose we should be getting to bed. The sun will be rising soon, and I can’t help but be intimidated by daylight.”
So they stood and went to bed, still unsure of what was to come.
Hey thing! Thank you for posting! Also, I forgot to explain the post I did. The posts actually take place in Viarri's mind, not in the real world. a.k.a. It might be hard for the people (Zaynab and Niamati) to go on a journey to find her. Actually, reading the othher posts, she is right in front of them, but is covered in invisable shadows, which lock out sound and sight from her to the real world. So maybe Zay. and Nia. will have to bo some where to get her from out of the Shadows, but not to find her, if that makes any sense.
It might be easier to tell you personally, so if you don't understand we can talk at school.
Yeah, sure. And by the way, it's Diamanti, not Niamanti.
Okay, I changed my name and will change it again, and I forget everything I was hinting at and had planned in the story, so this should be slow going, but I'll try to pick it up again.
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