Post by Sylvermyst and Auri on Oct 29, 2006 5:50:35 GMT -5
Yeah... Not sure what to say. xD Comments and suggestions welcome.
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The wind swept through the softly moonlit valley like a swift racer dashing past. It was there just long enough to be noticed, without ever really pausing to notice in return. Myrhan stared out of the darkened cave entrance to look down on the chase, before turning her attention upwards, towards the moon. Her gaze was one both of longing, and of harsh anger.
Continuing to glower at the heavenly body for whatever crime she had deemed it to have committed, Myrhan lowered herself to the floor, clearly not intending to move for quite some time yet. She continued to sit, to lie, and to glare for what might have been hours, and might have been only a few seconds, but was an eternity to Myrhan.
Then her resolve, her stern face, and her anger shattered; like a glass ball dropped onto a hard floor. A ball that had splintered into a thousand pieces, a million tiny shards, like the crystal droplets that wove their way steadily down Myrhan’s face. They wandered, never following a clear course and yet always moving steadily downwards. Like the soul from whence they came, they were lost and afraid, although unlike her, they were not alone; they had each other.
“Why?” Myrhan whispered quietly to the night, and then paused as if waiting for an answer.
“Why me? Why him? Why this?” she said softly, shaking her head both with frustration and despair.
“I have done nothing to deserve this. I would die before I let this happen, die a thousand times!” she shouted, her voice filled with a deep hatred swimming within a vast plain of sadness.
Myrhan rose with surprising agility, whilst spinning around to face the cave’s back entrance. She felt a powerful anger stirring within her, like the fiery breath of dragon, waiting to be spewed forth.
“Who’s there?” she snarled, her penetrating stare slicing through the darkness.
Myrhan caught something moving at the corner of her vision, and turned to face it in time to have the dark figure ram into her, stabbing her side with a long knife as he did so. Myrhan let loose a shriek, and then clawed viciously at the man’s arm, trying to prevent him from being able to use it to attack successfully.
While she did so, another figure rushed around behind her, trying to gain a tactical advantage by making Myrhan unable to fight them both at once. She reacted by grasping the first intruder with one appendage, and then turning swiftly to face the other, buffeting them together and kicking them both. The figures stared at her, shocked by the fierce and efficient manner with which she had responded to her attack.
Myrhan glowered at the two figures as they stood, looking at her with wide, shocked eyes, backing away from her slowly. She wanted to chase them, to claw at their eyes and kick at their stomachs. But she felt a pain in her side from the wound that had come at the start of the confrontation. When she had slammed her two opponents together at lashed out at them, the once minor wound had opened, causing her much pain, and losing her a lot of blood.
The figure with the injured arm turned to his companion, who nodded before drawing a long knife. The first figure drew his own knife, flinching as he did so at the pain in his arm. He began walking to the side, moving quietly and stealthily but not managing to stay out of his keen-eyed prey.
Sensing that the impostors were planning trouble, Myrhan lunged forward, leaping at the figures with anger in her heart, and a wild fury in her eyes. She slashed at the intruders; wheeling, kicking, battering and biting, giving everything she had to the fight, lashing out at them with her body, her spirit and her soul.
The invaders gave up, running without even thinking, making sure they could escape Myrhan’s intense fury. She glared at them as they ran, as if daring them to try and fight her again. Exhausted, Myrhan turned to resume her previous position underneath the stars.
As she did so, Myrhan noticed that there were not two retreating figures, as she had expected, but three.
“It doesn’t matter…” she said indifferently, and to no one in particular.
The harsh anger she had felt melted away, replaced by a deep weariness. Myrhan felt her eyelids slowly droop to cover her powerful violet eyes. And then she snapped them open again. She focused on the third figure, and noticed something she had not truly seen before.
The third figure ran differently, he was carrying something large and possibly heavy. Myrhan watched him, and after a moment noticed a silvery glint near the figure; not of the moonlight on metal, but on something else, such as a large gemstone. With a sudden realisation, Myrhan rose once more, spun and dashed towards a cavern within her cave. The cavern was filled with all manner of treasures, but Myrhan rushed past most of them to check the corner to her right.
There lay a large silver circle, easily big enough to hold a horse, or even bigger. Inside the circle sat three enormous gems; one vibrant green like a great forest, another red like the blood covering a battlefield, and the third a blue green like ocean shallows in the glistening sunlight.
Myrhan looked at each gem in turn, and then looked around wildly, seeing something missing. She gazed hectically around the cavern, searching in vain for something that obviously wasn’t there.
Myrhan’s gaze narrowed, and she felt the fury rising in her again, this time for the intruder who had stolen something so precious and valuable from her. She rushed out of the cavern and ran to chase after the fleeing intruders.
Halfway to the cave exit, she stumbled and collapsed, her sides heaving and now bleeding heavily. She gasped for air, drinking in great gulps of the life giving gas. She stared down at the escapees, her eyes wide with horror and anxiety. Myrhan tried to lift herself of the ground, but only fell again with a dull thudding noise.
“No.” she whispered, still watching the running figures.
“No.” she said again, shaking her head with increasing urgency, not daring to believe the nightmare that was happening to her.
“NO!” Shrieked Myrhan, her voice carrying loudly through the valley below, the echoes like a deep moaning that began to convey the sheer horror in her voice.
As she watched, the now distant running shapes started at the noise, running even faster as fear struck their hearts at the echoing shriek.
Is there no justice left in the world? Thought the wounded Myrhan desperately.
First they take my mate, then my treasure. What do I have left to live for? Myrhan stopped, and then stared unmercifully at the moon once more.
Nothing. She continued. I have nothing left to live for. I am going to die, and I am going to die without hope. Without justice.
If you exist, great spirits, or gods, or whatever you are now, then hear my last wish. I wish for justice to come upon those who stole from me; I wish for them to receive the reward they deserve. Let them pay a high price for stealing for one who had already paid a great price…let them suffer, and let them receive justice. Grant me that wish; my last wish.
Myrhan stopped, having said what she wanted to say, and no longer having the energy to say anymore. She felt her eyes close gently, drifting away from the harshness of the physical world.
Soon, she thought, I will be with Gruffyd once more.
A tiny smile graced her face at the thought. Her breathing slowed, and became gentle, and her heartbeat slowed to be almost undetectable. Myrhan drifted into a quiet sleep, a slumber from which she would never awaken.
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The wind swept through the softly moonlit valley like a swift racer dashing past. It was there just long enough to be noticed, without ever really pausing to notice in return. Myrhan stared out of the darkened cave entrance to look down on the chase, before turning her attention upwards, towards the moon. Her gaze was one both of longing, and of harsh anger.
Continuing to glower at the heavenly body for whatever crime she had deemed it to have committed, Myrhan lowered herself to the floor, clearly not intending to move for quite some time yet. She continued to sit, to lie, and to glare for what might have been hours, and might have been only a few seconds, but was an eternity to Myrhan.
Then her resolve, her stern face, and her anger shattered; like a glass ball dropped onto a hard floor. A ball that had splintered into a thousand pieces, a million tiny shards, like the crystal droplets that wove their way steadily down Myrhan’s face. They wandered, never following a clear course and yet always moving steadily downwards. Like the soul from whence they came, they were lost and afraid, although unlike her, they were not alone; they had each other.
“Why?” Myrhan whispered quietly to the night, and then paused as if waiting for an answer.
“Why me? Why him? Why this?” she said softly, shaking her head both with frustration and despair.
“I have done nothing to deserve this. I would die before I let this happen, die a thousand times!” she shouted, her voice filled with a deep hatred swimming within a vast plain of sadness.
Myrhan rose with surprising agility, whilst spinning around to face the cave’s back entrance. She felt a powerful anger stirring within her, like the fiery breath of dragon, waiting to be spewed forth.
“Who’s there?” she snarled, her penetrating stare slicing through the darkness.
Myrhan caught something moving at the corner of her vision, and turned to face it in time to have the dark figure ram into her, stabbing her side with a long knife as he did so. Myrhan let loose a shriek, and then clawed viciously at the man’s arm, trying to prevent him from being able to use it to attack successfully.
While she did so, another figure rushed around behind her, trying to gain a tactical advantage by making Myrhan unable to fight them both at once. She reacted by grasping the first intruder with one appendage, and then turning swiftly to face the other, buffeting them together and kicking them both. The figures stared at her, shocked by the fierce and efficient manner with which she had responded to her attack.
Myrhan glowered at the two figures as they stood, looking at her with wide, shocked eyes, backing away from her slowly. She wanted to chase them, to claw at their eyes and kick at their stomachs. But she felt a pain in her side from the wound that had come at the start of the confrontation. When she had slammed her two opponents together at lashed out at them, the once minor wound had opened, causing her much pain, and losing her a lot of blood.
The figure with the injured arm turned to his companion, who nodded before drawing a long knife. The first figure drew his own knife, flinching as he did so at the pain in his arm. He began walking to the side, moving quietly and stealthily but not managing to stay out of his keen-eyed prey.
Sensing that the impostors were planning trouble, Myrhan lunged forward, leaping at the figures with anger in her heart, and a wild fury in her eyes. She slashed at the intruders; wheeling, kicking, battering and biting, giving everything she had to the fight, lashing out at them with her body, her spirit and her soul.
The invaders gave up, running without even thinking, making sure they could escape Myrhan’s intense fury. She glared at them as they ran, as if daring them to try and fight her again. Exhausted, Myrhan turned to resume her previous position underneath the stars.
As she did so, Myrhan noticed that there were not two retreating figures, as she had expected, but three.
“It doesn’t matter…” she said indifferently, and to no one in particular.
The harsh anger she had felt melted away, replaced by a deep weariness. Myrhan felt her eyelids slowly droop to cover her powerful violet eyes. And then she snapped them open again. She focused on the third figure, and noticed something she had not truly seen before.
The third figure ran differently, he was carrying something large and possibly heavy. Myrhan watched him, and after a moment noticed a silvery glint near the figure; not of the moonlight on metal, but on something else, such as a large gemstone. With a sudden realisation, Myrhan rose once more, spun and dashed towards a cavern within her cave. The cavern was filled with all manner of treasures, but Myrhan rushed past most of them to check the corner to her right.
There lay a large silver circle, easily big enough to hold a horse, or even bigger. Inside the circle sat three enormous gems; one vibrant green like a great forest, another red like the blood covering a battlefield, and the third a blue green like ocean shallows in the glistening sunlight.
Myrhan looked at each gem in turn, and then looked around wildly, seeing something missing. She gazed hectically around the cavern, searching in vain for something that obviously wasn’t there.
Myrhan’s gaze narrowed, and she felt the fury rising in her again, this time for the intruder who had stolen something so precious and valuable from her. She rushed out of the cavern and ran to chase after the fleeing intruders.
Halfway to the cave exit, she stumbled and collapsed, her sides heaving and now bleeding heavily. She gasped for air, drinking in great gulps of the life giving gas. She stared down at the escapees, her eyes wide with horror and anxiety. Myrhan tried to lift herself of the ground, but only fell again with a dull thudding noise.
“No.” she whispered, still watching the running figures.
“No.” she said again, shaking her head with increasing urgency, not daring to believe the nightmare that was happening to her.
“NO!” Shrieked Myrhan, her voice carrying loudly through the valley below, the echoes like a deep moaning that began to convey the sheer horror in her voice.
As she watched, the now distant running shapes started at the noise, running even faster as fear struck their hearts at the echoing shriek.
Is there no justice left in the world? Thought the wounded Myrhan desperately.
First they take my mate, then my treasure. What do I have left to live for? Myrhan stopped, and then stared unmercifully at the moon once more.
Nothing. She continued. I have nothing left to live for. I am going to die, and I am going to die without hope. Without justice.
If you exist, great spirits, or gods, or whatever you are now, then hear my last wish. I wish for justice to come upon those who stole from me; I wish for them to receive the reward they deserve. Let them pay a high price for stealing for one who had already paid a great price…let them suffer, and let them receive justice. Grant me that wish; my last wish.
Myrhan stopped, having said what she wanted to say, and no longer having the energy to say anymore. She felt her eyes close gently, drifting away from the harshness of the physical world.
Soon, she thought, I will be with Gruffyd once more.
A tiny smile graced her face at the thought. Her breathing slowed, and became gentle, and her heartbeat slowed to be almost undetectable. Myrhan drifted into a quiet sleep, a slumber from which she would never awaken.