My fan fiction story

[Hunter]

i'm translating it from spanish. It's finished, and there are 12 chapters, but I only traduced the first one. See if you like it:

Between the darkness (title)

The bridge of the desolation (1º chapter)

The little girl was crying disconsolately and Amanda Skadi could only hug her. Between sobs and hiccupping, there was just one word she said that could be understood: “Why?”<br>As she hugged her, Amanda felt a lot of compassion for the girl. She perfectly knew that it was unfair, but both knew it was her destiny, and they couldn’t oppose to it.
Suddenly, the little humming bird-daemon of the witch stopped on her shoulder and whispered: _You have to leave her alone with her suffering.
Amanda nodded and released the girl. She took her softly by the chin and said: _Look at me.
The girl raised her face and looked at Amanda with her green eyes, filled in tears.
_Tara, you know you must go. You know that, if you don’t go, you’ll loose this opportunity forever. You’re the cho...You must go. If you don’t go, they’ll find another one, and you’ll lose the chance forever_ she lied. She knew that there was not another one but this, one opportunity, one salvation.
The girl nodded slowly. Tears still covered her face, but she looked determined to the deserted land that was in front of her. And she also looked at the bridge which she must follow to get into the land. She couldn’t repress a little moan. She pressed her waist with both hands in the same place in where her daemon would be if it had a corporeal form.
The witch looked at her carefully. The girl had straight long dark-gold like hair. Her skin was very pale, and covered by fur clothes which made her movements very difficult, was her thin body.
They didn’t knew each other for too long, but Amanda knew that as she’ll never forget about the day she left her daemon in the beginning of the same bridge, she would never forget about how Tara Mai must left something she could not see, something she could not touch, but something that she loved and felt in her heart.
She hugged her for the last time, kissed her burning cheeks and said:_Now, you must start the way to the end of the world. You know your mission, and you must do it. Good bye, Tara Mai, witches give you their blessings.
And with those words, she turned, took her wind-pine bunch and flew away, leaving Tara alone with her pain.

She felt weak, so she sat on the frozen floor, knowing that she shouldn’t. She looked around. It was a kind of island beside a frozen sea. There was a big pit, and the only way to cross it was by the bridge she feared so badly. It was strong, and solid, but didn’t make her feel comfortable.
She had bundle with enough food and water for some weeks, a blanket, a compass and a crossbow. In that island nobody lived, but she had to be prepared for everything.
“Of course, nobody lives here” she thought “who would want to live in this desolation?”<br>
She remembered Amanda Skadis words:_ if you don’t go, you’ll loose this opportunity forever…<br>
But, was it worth to suffer for it? What did she win leaving her poor daemon, Rester, for those who were now comfortably in their houses, without worrying about anything apart from them?

She didn’t want to be alone, didn’t want to stop hearing the voice of his loved Rester, by her side everywhere she went.
Again, that invisible part of her body whispered her:_ Do what you have to do.
She didn’t want to hear him saying what the others said. She knew the daemon was really scared, perhaps even more than her, and was very brave trying to comfort her.
She moaned, cried, yelled, but nothing helped. Finally, getting all the strength she had, she picked up the bundle and walked to the bridge.
When she took the first footstep on the bridge, she thought everything would be ok. She walked a bit more and wanted to laugh of happiness. She didn’t feel like being away from Rester, it looked like he was still there.
Hopefully, she continued a bit more. Nothing. But when she was at the middle, she felt a horrible pain. It came from her heart. Something was pulling out her heart, but she could still hear it beating in her waist; it was like the most personal and secret thing in her was being pulled out. She immediately understood it. That thing was Rester.
She couldn’t see because of the pain, but continued walking through the bridge to the desolation, more clear now.
Pressing her chest were she always thought Rester was, she put a trembling foot on the snow which covered all the land, and started to get into the desolation.

[Cho]

Wow! Amazing! Keep up the good work-the imagery was wonderful!

[Annie]

ooooo. Meh likie! More translations please!!!

[SNL_Ali]

Yes! Please more!

[Hunter]

Wow I didn't expect that people would read it..thanks. Here's the second chapter:

Memories & Sadness

Amanda Skadi flown the faster she could towards the lands her mother governed. She couldn’t stop thinking about the girl she had left at the beginning of the abysm. She sighed. It probably wouldn’t be the last time she had to do that, because all witches mothers of girls had to accompany them to the bridge and leave them there. Amanda supposed that her mother felt the same when she left her in the bridge, and worst, because she was her mother, and she wasn’t Tara’s mother. But it wasn’t less cruel. No one deserved such horror, but it was necessary.
She flew some more kilometres. When she started to she other witches, she felt better. She was at home again.

Her mother waited at the door of the palace in the tundra were they lived. It was small, like a normal house for a human, but for the witches it was extremely big. It was decorated with red flowers and shining lichens. The walls were made of ice, and so did all the building, and it was on a valley.
It was a real palace for witches. They usually lived in groups, in little tents or in the forests, at the outside. Ruta Skadi’s palace was a real witch palace.
Ruta Skadi, queen of the Latvian witches, was still young in the outside, even being older than her sisters witches. Beautiful and passionate, she had dark hair and also dark eyes, whom were full of knowledge. You just needed to get close to her, and you’ll be able to feel her powers, remembering she lived at the limit.
Her daughter landed near her, and she looked into her eyes, detecting the compassion in them. She went to hug her and kissed her cheeks .
Amanda tried to explain her feelings, between sobs, and asked her mother if they will meet again.
_You did what you had to, dear. I’m proud of your firmness. Now we’ll have to wait. The wind and the snow, they’re the only thing who still live there. They’ll give us news.

Tara went on, slowly, more and more weak. The separation with her daemon made her lose the strength she started with. She was holding with one hand the compass, and it guided her. It was Commander Spieldorf who taught her how to use it, and the witches told her that she always had to go to the North. Always, until she saw it. But, what was she supposed to see?. They only answered that, when she saw it, she’ll knew. Also, they said that if she had the luck to see rocks on her way, it would be wise to take refuge in them, or climb them to continue.
She had been walking all the morning. Or it was already the evening?. Hours passed monotone, and it was impossible to distinct the morning from the evening, or the night. She looked at her watch. It was 4:00 pm. She decided to continue walking until she found somewhere to refuge herself, like a shrub or a rock. She hadn’t seen any shrubs in the zone, but anyway, she had to try.
To entertain herself, she remembered things about her world. She came from a world of high technology, as full of poverty as it was of wealth, plenty of social inequalities. All people in there were like her, with invisible daemons.
She remembered about all films she watched, about the books she read, and other things meant to entertain. But she tried not to think about other things she missed, like her house, her family,…<br>It got darker, more than it was before. She looked again at her watch. An hour and half passed, and there was nothing that offered shelter. The wind hit her face, covered in fur clothes, and she couldn’t see very well. Finally, she saw a little rock between the snow, which would protect her enough from the wind.
When she arrived, she threw the bundle to the floor, and looked in it for some food and blankets. Se ate some dry meat of elk, which reanimated her a little, and drank some water.
After that, she closed the bundle, and crumpled up herself into the blankets, supporting her head on the bundle, trying not to break it.
She closed her eyes, but even feeling as tired and sore as she felt, she couldn’t sleep.
So she thought about her home, with her comfortable bed with white blankets, warm blankets, and her pens pillow. She thought about her mother, of who she could hardly say goodbye when Commander Spieldorf took her to that strange world. She thought about her soft voice, and about her daemon, to who she gave good night, when she imagined him on the pillow near her, formed into a ball, sleeping.
A tear run trough her cheek, and she got asleep thinking about it.
(you see, they're allways crying ¬¬)

[Annie]

Nice!

[Hunter]

I'm afraid you'll have to wait some days to have the next chapter...it's getting dificult to translate !

[Annie]

That's OK. I can be patient.