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6:28pm Dec 6 2008
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So I've been working on this for a long time now, and i just want to make sure I'm not wasting my time. Please tell me what you honestly think. *************************************************** Prologue Ten years from now the world looks as if sent back in a time machine; sent back to the age where mankind was at its worst, back to the Dark Ages. Technology does exist, only it is used little to none, and what is used, is only older technology. Even that is rare and in high want. Most of the Queen’s officers however, have it. Most technology had been destroyed by the United States in the Great War. The Great War was held less than six years before when all of mankind had folded against the better world they had struggled to build. Inches away from the peace they strove to gain, the great country of America suddenly attacked its neighboring countries, and soon conquered all of North America. From there the attack spread like a poison, slowly consuming first South America, then Africa until all but Australia were conquered and controlled by the tyrant who had started it all. A fairly young ruler named Lauren, alone had planted the seed of evil that now had a strangle hold upon the world. She had come to power in the United States and corrupted its government from the inside until all believed her plan to control the world was the only way to gain the peace they had strived for, for so long. The long war that ensued was one of the bloodiest that the Earth has ever seen. Lauren purposely destroyed all large towns and cities of the world; cities such as Berlin, Tokyo, Mexico City, Reykjavik, and even all large cities in America too. She blamed it on neighboring, enemy countries saying that they had spies that sneaked into the country, planting nuclear bombs in every large town they found. Many died but she remained cool and never batted an eyelash at them. She remained cool and steely, and even during the war itself, she began to burn the brand of her tyranny upon the land. Almost all of the power in the world did not appease her hunger; she began to consume all of the riches of the countries she conquered. One by one she took their gold, jewels, and other such precious things out of their homelands and had them placed in various places throughout her land and the castle that she was rapidly building in dense woodland. The war was long ad bloody, but Lauren easily took the lands of the world out of the hands of those it rightfully belonged to. The last revolt, held in Sydney, Australia, was led by the last force willing to fight against Lauren, a band of rebels about five-hundred strong. The single battle was long and hard held over three days time, ending in victory for the powerful tyrant. The battle was not only fought on the ground, but also in the air; Lauren had laboriously attempted to destroy all of the records of airplanes and all thought she had succeeded. The rebellion had discovered documents that held the key to the power of flight. That, in fact, almost won the war on its own. Lauren was weakest in the air; she had never considered it as a threat and that was one of the reasons she had chosen the hawk as the emblem of her rule; that and the cruel fact that she could destroy even things with the power of flight. After the battle the rebellion seemed all but crushed, and Lauren sent search parties out to seek and destroy all that remained of the brave fighters. For a long time it seemed as if she had succeeded in doing so too. After she had the world in the palms of her hands, she had her soldiers seek out all adults over the age of thirty-five and murder them. She told her people that in order to keep the newfound peace she had brought; they would need to start with a clean slate. One of her very first laws, which only lasted three years, was that as soon as someone turned thirty-five they were to be sent to slaughter houses as so many unwanted or useless animals. Most obeyed, and families were torn apart with so much as regrets within the members; some were even too young to remember some of them after those three years that became known as the Scarlet Years. For the youngest those bloody times stained the many shades of blood upon their minds; that was how Lauren gained even more approval, in those dark times, she comforted all and gave speeches stating that a new era had begun that would be better then the last and all memories of her evils used to gain her position were washed away with the dark memories of their former families. So great was this trust that the mass genocide was all but forgotten. The only ones who remember the time were those who took care of the children whose parents became victim to the scar in the world’s history. Meanwhile Lauren, unsatisfied with her newfound power, continued to suffocate the people by taking their money and any worldly possessions she desirable. She had mines formed to pull out every trace of anything that contained any kind of economic value. Small villages almost mirroring those of olden times began to form as the land and its people healed, and people even began to take up the trades of those times. But one thing remained: a tense relationship between Lauren and her world-wide subjects. The only people who didn’t dislike her were her legion of soldiers who would have died five times over for her, and the few of her workers or subjects who were willing to overlook the many blemishes on Lauren’s reign. Five years has passed since, and Lauren has only brought the world into a deeper pit. Slowly a flame has begun to appear in the hearts of her subjects and even some her former friends are beginning to plot against her in secret, some for different reasons than others, but all agreed upon one thing: Lauren’s reign must end. The new founded rebellion found a large underground base in the forest where James, Lauren’s master woodsman, hides it by continuing to go about his usual duties, being sure to warn his fellow rebels when the Queen, Lauren goes on her weekly horse ride through The Piurst Woods. It is even believed that the Rebellion might have found the long sought plans of flight. Older technology, but still valued highly. The rebellion has slowly grown and soon may plan to attack the evil queen. Deception is key to keeping the revolt alive, the land is in desperate need of heroes, and soon they may rise. The people themselves are dying from want and are being strangled by the Queen who rules their lands. Their lost lands of Laurenthia… Chapter 1 I’m going to take over the world when I grow up!” The class laughed at the fourteen year old’s harmless joke. They had joked about this often; the girl always said she would take over the world. Of course no one thought she was really serious about taking over the world, it seemed almost impossible for a girl from as small a town as theirs. “What job will I have when you take over?” asks one of her class mates. “Lisa, you can be my… hit man!!” says the teenager. “Cool!” “What will happen to me?” asks another student meekly. “I don’t really know… but you could be…my…woodsmen. That would be a perfect job for you! Don’t you like the woods, James?” “Sure, I guess,” responded the boy. “You know what? Even when I take over the world I’m going to keep all of you close,” stated the girl. “Sure, you, just one girl in a small-town school are really going to take over the world. Don’t you think you’re taking this a tiny bit too far?” asked a young blonde girl. “Zoey,” she responded, “if you ask me, I’m not taking it far enough!” – “Here ye! Here ye!! Message from the Queen!! Queen Lauren is now to be known as Lauren the Invincible!! All those who fail to follow…”- The local crier ripped Lauren out of her memory of the sunny day it all began. That day was when she began to plot her take-over. She had hence succeeded, and claimed the world as her own. She stood at her balcony, overlooking her royal forest of Piurst were she rode her great steed Polin, the chestnut she received shortly after conquering the world. As she returned to her room she slowly changed out of her riding clothes. She enjoyed spending time with Polin, but her rides in the forest reminded her too much of her class mates in that innocent year. They now all worked for her in the exact positions she promised them then. Save a select few who had joined the rebellion several years before, thusly perishing in the war. After she changed her clothes, Lauren began to pace down her grand hallway of the castle; she had put her memories behind her, those were only brought up after riding. She had now returned to her mode of Empress of the World. She soon entered her throne room with its golden latticed fabric and silver stones. However, the most prominent feature of the room was Lauren’s throne itself. It was very large and had the emblem of a golden hawk with its wings outspread etched into its crown. Jewels covered its arm rests, giving them the iridescent glow of a crystal cave and larger ones were placed it its headboard under the hawk. Lauren had had her craft masters place one jewel for every country she controlled. The largest jewel of all was placed in between the various ones representing countries that represented the capital of the gloom, her elusive “Castle Isle” that few knew the location and some even doubted the existence of such a place. Lauren entered the room with a floating gait. She glided over to her throne, and waved for her servants to bring her crown. Her crown itself was a treasure to behold. It was shaped in the form of two golden hawks facing each other with beaks touching, wings outspread, and both carried large white gold olive branches which supported the structure upon Lauren’s head. Resting upon the beaks of the two hawks was a rare opal that contained all of the colors the sky gains as dusk approaches, and each sparkle of color seemed to shine brighter then the noon-day sun. Her servants placed the treasured tiara upon her head and hurriedly returned to their positions about the room. Once settled, Lauren called out to her servants, “Bring forth Lisa!” Within moments the young woman had entered the room. She had a rugged look about her as she wore large leather boots with a dagger placed in each, more daggers placed in her belt along with two pistols, leather gloves concealed her rough hands, and a rifle slung over her back, but, most prominent of all, she had a large black dog following her that gave a menacing snarl to every one of the servants and guards within the room. “Ghost! What did I say about scaring anyone you see?” mumbled Lisa to her companion. She then turned towards Lauren, made a graceful bow and said, “My liege, you sent for me?” “There is no need for such formality, you now that,” responded Lauren. “Yes, I know, but I thought you preferred formality, Lauren the Invincible.” “Just let it drop Lisa, you’re one of my most trusted friends from the old days. But, let’s get down to business. I have a new job for you,” said Lauren. “Great, who’s the misfortunate this time?” “It’s that cobbler on 22nd Street, in the Eves.” “Ahh!! What’d he do?” “It’s been said that he has been spreading rebellious words,” said the Queen. Lisa nodded and then said, “So naturally I need to get him out of the way?” “You know the drill,” was her master’s only reply.
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5:40pm Dec 9 2008
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...I have nothing to say..Except that is the best one chapter of a book ivre ever read!!!!Please continue Pippit!I wanna see what happens next!*Runs around excitedly in small circles* |
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5:52pm Dec 9 2008 (last edited on 5:54pm Dec 9 2008)
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I'll post the next chapter I have written Panda. Glad you like it! ^_^ I think I am up to 5ish chapters right now.... Please keep in mind this is all sort of first draft...
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5:53pm Dec 9 2008
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Chapter Two Lisa sat upon her coal black stallion Furcht listening to the rhythmic thrumming of his hooves. She had been on the road for about an hour now and was only half way to the town that the cobbler lived in. Lisa enjoyed these long rides to work. They always gave her a bit of time to think about her strategy against the doomed offender. She turned to watch her dog and companion trotting alongside of Furcht. That dog was the key to her success on most of her trips. Without him she would not be able to flank her victims. She had had that dog for five years now, and he was the only family she had left. Her parents had died in a tragic fire that was aimed to destroy only the house, and had left her, only nineteen, thrust alone into a deteriorating world. Ghost had stuck by her side and helped her go those times of horror until at last be they held their position in the court the two now had. “Anyone need a break?” she asked her companions. Furcht whinnied and tossed his head in the direction of a stream. “All right, I could use a short break myself. You go ahead and get a drink, if you need me I’ll be under that tree taking a cat-nap. Ghost, you can go hunting if you want, I’ll whistle when we go.” Her dog looked at her with knowing eyes and walked off into the neighboring woods. “Good,” she said, “no reason wasting a good, warm, sunny day is there Furcht?” The great stallion tossed his head in agreement and then strode over to the stream to drink. “Wake me up in a while ok?” The horse cocked his ears toward her and made a slight nod. Lisa lay staring up at the blue sky above enjoying the sounds of the birds in the trees surrounding her. She loved to sit and enjoy the days in the Piurst Woods soaking up the wildlife. Lisa rolled over to observe the stream by which she and her companions were resting. Its waters were crystal clear, and she could see every rock within its stream. She listened to the quiet rolling of the stream and closed her eyes, soaking up the warm sun in her tunic slowly drifting away… Lisa and Ghost had a deer cornered against a sheer cliff. Lisa aimed her rifle carefully toward the cowering animal when- whump –her stomach suddenly began to hurt – whump –she rolled over on the ground- whump –“Enough!!” yelled Lisa, “I get it Furcht, time to go, but could you have at least let me finish my dream?” Waking up, Lisa stood and watched as her friend whinnied with his high pitched horse-laughter. “Yah, yah, very funny, remember I can decide whether or not you get extra oats at the stables,” she threatened. Furcht’s high laughter immediately stopped, but not before he let out a reproachful snort. “Well, I guess we should hit the road again. You ready?” The horse seemed to contemplate this, but she continued, “Rhetorical question, we will continue now.” With a quick, high whistle she mounted her horse and turned toward the town. “Let’s go friend.” The horse snorted and started a brisk trot toward the town, just a few minutes into the ride, Ghost, loyal as ever, happily joined the caravan. Lisa again began to focus on the ceaseless thrumming of Furcht’s hooves. As the miles disappeared under the great horse his hooves kept the same rhythm. Lisa was listening for one thing, a change in the beat. That was the tell-tale sign that they were close to town, her horse always sped over the last few miles as if he could not get through them fast enough. She knew why, in jobs like these she would leave him at a local stable were he spent the rest of the day, or until her job had been completed by what she could do in town. Then, she heard it, the change of beat suddenly Furcht broke into a steadily increasing lope, then he took of in a high gallop, sprinting the rest of the way. Lisa didn’t mind the scene he created by running into town like this, it helped to keep her reputation up. Nonetheless, she forced him to slow down when they entered town. It was a good sized town, almost a city, but it lacked a town hall. It was called the Eves of the Piurst because of its location by the great wood itself. It was a friendly place with a market every weekend that sold trinkets from all corners of Laurens kingdom. Large statues of authoritive figures and mythical beasts were placed throughout the market square. The most prominent feature of all was a beautiful fountain placed in the middle of the square in the shape of a hawk with a silver olive branch clasped in its beak representing Lauren’s reign. During market days this was the area were magicians and bards would gather. In the fading light of the day Lisa’s band trotted through the bustling streets and people avoided her and her companions as much as possible. She was used to this treatment and found it quite amusing, so she continued on her way toward the local tavern. They soon reached the tall building and Lisa headed toward the stables to relieve Furcht. Inside the stables the stable-boy was almost to frightened of Lisa to do his work, yet somehow he did. She strolled calmly into the tavern itself with Ghost right behind her and drank in its warmth. It was a comfortable place lit by several fire pits placed in the floor. Only a few people noticed her and those who did, nervously covered their faces with hats, cloaks, or left entirely. Other then those few however, everyone else was to absorbed in their conversations, games, and drinks to even glance at the wolf-like dog tailing her. The tavern was a very friendly place that looked slightly new. Fires were inset in the floor around benches for people to chat and drink on. Several gamboling tables were placed throughout the building with people playing them inventively. The room was welcoming overall and at the other end of the room a bar stood next to another large fireplace. A bartender stood behind it chatting happily with someone at the counter. When he noticed Lisa he stood, went to a clear area and smilingly invited her over to the bar. She approached the bar and leaned on it calmly. The merry bartender stiffened slightly upon recognizing her but, the good man he was, asked no questions about her business. “What can I get you ma’am?” he asked in friendly tones. “A room if you have one. I need to stay overnight I’m afraid,” Lisa responded. “I might have one upstairs, let me check,” he walked to the other side of the bar and looked at a sheet of paper. He casually walked back and said, “Yer in luck, we do have a room available, you can stay there, on the house.” “Wonderful, does it have a balcony?” “No,” he said, “but it does have access to the roof.” “Perfect. Now might I ask who I have the pleasure of speaking to?” The bartender laughed heartily and replied, “Ben Michaels, Old Ben if you like. And if I ain’t be mistaken you be Lisa… the killer.” It was Lisa’s turn to laugh and as she nodded Ben began to laugh to. “Yes, that’s who I am, and Ben I think I’m going to like you.” Laughing again he replied, “Better that then not, eh?” “That’s true enough. Ben, if your drinks are as good as your nature, could you please pass me a couple?” “Sure,” he replied, “but why two?” “I have a friend here who’s also in a desperate need for a drink.” At that instant Ghost propped himself up on the counter with a merry look upon his face. Both Lisa and Ben broke out into raucous laughter as Ben served the drinks. Ghost lapped his beer up happily, afterwards releasing a very undog-like belch and proceeded to hiccup at random. With their drinks finished, Lisa and Ghost went up to their room to spend a pleasant night’s sleep at the tavern. Their room was quaint, but acceptable. A small bed sat in the corner of the room with a fireplace on the opposite wall. A staircase sat in the farthest wall from the door that led to the roof. Lisa brought a small pistol over to the bed and placed it in the pillowcase. She then pulled the covers off the bed and set them in front of the fireplace. Ghost came over and sniffed them proceeding to whimper lightly at the roughness of his bed. “I’ve got to quit letting you sleep on a pillow at the palace,” Lisa said as she kneeled down to rub her comrade’s neck, “You’re getting too soft you big overgrown pup. Don’t worry you won’t be all too uncomfortable, I’m lighting a fire.” Ghost perked up his ears and looked slightly drunk from his drink downstairs. Lisa stood, chuckling to herself about her dog’s state of mind, and retrieved a few meager logs from the rack by the fireplace and lit them with her matches. “Try to get a good night’s sleep,” she said smoothly, rubbing her dog’s head, “We’ve a long day ahead of us, and try not to singe your tail again in the fire.” Ghost looked at her one last time and then curled up in the covers by the fire, snoring in an instant. Lisa chuckled softly and crawled into bed, making sure the pistol was within her reach. She stayed as alert as possible, but soon slipped into slumber.
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6:17pm Dec 9 2008
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Awsome!If you publish this Im gona bye it as soon as I see it!I think this might also make for a great rp.I cant wait to see the rest of it!
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6:39pm Dec 9 2008
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I did have it in the rps at one point, but only one person joined and it sorta got lost....
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7:14pm Dec 9 2008
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If you put it back up ill join.If no one else does ten it could be a one oon one. |
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1:03pm Dec 13 2008
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Pippit, I love it :3
Perhaps you can try to show the story, not tell? x3
It's important, and for if you want to write deions, try and put the deion into an action.
Like, if someone's looking at his room, you can write that what he saw while saying he's 'looking at his room'
Great ideas, wonderful job, Pippit :3
Official art/coding slave of Kirsti, Uwi, an' Josh xD
Won't be active often- have too much to do! Dx
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Thank you Dawnheart, I'll try to do that in the future. Now...I don't think anyone's really reading this but, seeing as I have nothing better to do for now, I shall post one of the few other chapters I have. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3 It was barely dawn when Lisa awoke; she needed to do her early morning workout. After she picked up her travel bag, she left Ghost curled quietly sleeping by the pale ashen fireplace. She left the door to her room partly open, and lightly climbed the stairs, finally reaching the roof-top. It was a quiet morning, and the sun was still rising when she went out. The town already was bustling around the center square, and the air smelled of the bakery’s cooking bread. The roof-top was a small, quaint area with a couple of potted plants, a picnic table, and a bench overlooking the town. Lisa walked over to the bench and leisurely sat on the bench. She dropped her bag from her shoulder and slowly pulled out the tennis shoes she only used at times like these. She smiled as she recalled the trouble she had gone to save these shoes from the mass cleansing of technology or other such things; tennis shoe plants weren’t excluded from the destruction. Luckily her master had allowed her to keep the pair. After she pulled off her large boots and put on her sneakers, she stood up and began to stretch. Briefly, she stood, only to jump onto both hands and stand there for about twenty seconds. Lisa then stood up on her feet and began to practice her yoga; she wasn’t really into finding a peace of mind, but found the practice relaxing. While taking a moment of silence for herself, she heard a loud, familiar yawn from the direction of the door she had left cracked open. “Ghost, you really shouldn’t sleep so late; you’ll get lazy,” said Lisa happily. Ghost trotted sleepily over to her and rubbed his head on her shoulder. “Get ready Ghost, this job of ours today will lead to a long trek into the woods. It might be better for you if you found yourself awake upon our leave. Don’t you agree?” she calmly said to her long time pal. Ghost looked at her pleadingly as if that would stop her from doing her job. “I know boy, but don’t worry, it won’t be all that bad. Look on the bright side, you’ll be able to see your favorite friend in the forest,” she said. “Won’t that be fun?” Ghost seemed to wake up at the sound of those words and looked as if he could have over thrown all by himself. Lisa laughed as she stood up and gathered all of her things, changed shoes and strode down the stairs into her room. She gathered all of her things together, packed them back into the sack she kept on her saddle. She and Ghost went downstairs, and found all of the fires lit and Ben already chatting with other early rising customers. “Ben!” Lisa said. “How much do I owe you for my room?” “Nothin’, so far as I see!” Ben merrily replied. “Ya don’t have to pay anything! In fact, you can stay here for free anytime you want. And free drinks to your friend there to!” He pointed at Ghost who looked hopefully at Lisa. Lisa chuckled and said, “Not just now, we’ve got to work to do and I want you thoroughly sober.” Ghost’s head dropped in disappointment, and Ben began to laugh hysterically. Lisa told Ben goodbye and went to the stables; Furcht was already awake and was waiting for her and Ghost to get there. Lisa put her saddle on Furcht and slung her gear over his shoulders. She pulled herself onto the saddle and grimly set out to do her job. By that time the streets had begun to fill, but Lisa and her companions had no trouble with traffic; everyone would move clear out of their way. The cobbler lived on the corner of 22nd street lived in a good-sized house that held his store on its lower level. It was a normal house that held a beauty in its own simplicity. Lisa walked calmly into the building despite the “Closed” sign in the window. She told Ghost to stay outside but remain alert; she often had clients attempt to escape only to find themselves face to face with his white-toothed, snarling fury. He never bit them, but rumors naturally got out that he had mercilessly ripped someone’s arm off with one bite; there was no escaping prejudice about being half-wolf. Inside of the shop a small fire was burning in a fireplace on the wall next to the counter at the left of the door. It was small and smelled heavily of leather, but had a comfort to it, as if the cobbler who so tenderly cared for the shoes had placed his warm and protecting presence upon it all. On all of the walls shoes stacked on shelves awaited fixing, buying, or a grateful return to their owners. Lisa strode into the room taking in its welcoming air. She walked to the counter and knocked softly on its worn wood. A man’s voice came through a door behind the counter that gently but forcibly said, “I’m closed right now, come back later today.” Lisa merely paused for a moment and then continued her gentle knocking, only a little sharper now. “I said I’m closed!” the voice said somewhat sharply. Lisa responded by knocking loudly on the soft wood. The cobbler came out of the back room slightly ruffled with comfortable clothes on and snapped, “Why do you insist upon intruding off of work hours completely disregarding the sign in my door’s window? Can you not read? Are your shoes worth more then any oth-” He broke off at this as he looked up to see who his intruder was. He knew in an instant that either Lisa was there to get him to fix her shoes, or that his fate had been sealed as so many others had by order of the queen. The poor cobbler began to stammer uncontrollably when he realized that he had snapped at the person who could take his life away at any moment without anyone thinking a thing about it. “M-m-m-ms. L-L-Lisa m-m-am,” he squeaked, “h-h-h-how c-c-could I h-h-help y-y-you?” “You can help,” she said, “by packing up some clothes, a small lunch, and gather it all with your horse. I’ll be waiting outside. Do not force me to have my dog track you down, you’ve heard about what he can do haven’t you?” At this the terrified cobbler’s eye’s widened to thrice their size and he nodded his head wildly. “Good,” she said. “Meet me outside of your stable, I’ll be waiting…oh, and bring a good pair of shoes, you’ll need them.” “Is this necessary ma’am?” said the cobbler, a little more calmly then before as Lisa tied a rope firmly around his hands. “Of course,” she barked, “wouldn’t want you to get any ideas on the way now would I?” He looked down, sullen, defeated. Lisa took the rope that was now leashing the poor cobbler and the lead rope of his horse, and tied them both to the saddle on Furcht. She glanced back at the man to double check that he was there and pulled the knot tighter on his wrists just for good measure. The man winced, but remained silent, he knew that he could do nothing; he had given up. Lisa slung herself up into her saddle and kneed Furcht on. Knowing the drill, Furcht went on, lurching at various moments to make the walk for the cobbler as uncomfortable as possible. Ghost fell in line behind the captive cobbler; growling at him and occasionally nipping his heels if he slowed his walk at all. The townspeople whispered and a few gave their last words to the walking dead that strode behind the Queen’s hit man. The unfortunate struggled along, almost in tears. “Comfortable?” Lisa smugly asked after they where clear out of the town. The cobbler looked up at her sadly and said nothing. In truth the skin on his wrists where already rubbed raw and he dreaded the rest of their journey, knowing this was only the beginning. His feet had yet to pain him but he knew the time would come; though they where on the edge of the forest he sensed that his captor would try to make this trip as long as humanly possible for him. Lisa turned Furcht into the forest on a small path headed toward the heart of the forest, hearing a small surprised gasp coming from the man behind her she turned to see him looking around, clearly shocked to be in the forest already. He jumped slightly as she said, “What, did you expect me to drag your tail around all day? I’ve got other things to do you know. Don’t worry; this path isn’t too far from our destination. If you want to call that good news.” The cobbler who had started to cheer up slightly, suddenly found himself feeling worse than before. What he couldn’t figure out is what he had done wrong. He was merely one cobbler amongst many who had lost his wife to the Scarlet Years, not that she was over age, but because she tried to protect her parents. He had been away at that point gathering supplies for his new career. Before he began his practices as cobbler he had been in a war as a pilot and technician for the former Air Force. When he was shipped home, he was briefly given a new job for his wife and him to live off of and sent off. Before he could open his shop he had went out for leather and other supplies. He had returned home to find an empty house and one note scrawled quickly onto a piece of paper that was all his wife was permitted to tell him good-bye with. The note still haunted him and rested at his house in a drawer; he was almost happy to leave it behind. Lost in his thoughts he was startled when he heard a whistle come from the younger woman in front of him. The large dog behind him jogged faster up to the side of its master and looked at her seemingly anticipating something. “We’re close enough now; I’ll be only be bit behind you. You can go now, I’m sure he can’t wait to see you again.”
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1:51pm Dec 31 2008
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Im reading.Its a very interesting story to me.Make more :3
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lol, glad to hear I have someone who reads it. Just for you Panda: Chapter 4 James was patrolling the Queen’s woods as was his job. He enjoyed the outdoors and was happy when Lauren had kept her word and appointed him as head woodsmen. Having finished his rounds, James leaned on a tree, preparing to take the rest of the day leisurely; listening to his ward. The birds where singing beautifully that day, and James allowed himself to sink to the ground and just listen contentedly to the singers in the trees, the occasional animal, and the wind blowing gently, caressingly. Wrapping his woolen cloak around him like a blanket, he began to loose himself in the casualty of it all. Then he heard a slight but distinct snap of a leaf or a twig. Instinctively, he froze, hoping his camouflage outfit would hide him. However, the sound had been barely audible, he nearly put it aside, but it had been clear and just close enough to cause him to pull out his knife. He rose slowly and listened intently. It had been a while since he had experienced any trouble on his job, but he wasn’t about to allow that to lower his defenses. He heard another snap from behind him. Nimbly turning in its direction, preparing for what was to come, he braced for a strong but stealthy creature. He could tell it was some kind of animal from the speed and care that it could travel by no human could copy that skill. All fell eerily silent now he was sure he was hunted, the birds had become mute. He strained his ears to hear any sound from the predator. Then, from the forest, he heard a low, rolling growl. He tensed, but then something in the growl made him loosen; it sounded vaguely familiar. Suddenly a black mass was flying toward him with blinding speed, knocking the long dagger from his hand, and pinning him to the ground. Confused and bewildered, he realized that if anything was to kill him, he couldn’t do anything fast enough to prevent it. Then he looked up at the animal to know what caused his demise, but, confused, he let out, “Ghost?” The dog barked happily down at him and began to lick him vehemently and unrelenting. “Ghost! Ghost! Stop it! Stop it, stop it!” he demanded, but the hound would not cease. Spluttering, James attempted to get Ghost off of him but the dog was too large and intent upon his mission to allow him to escape. Surrendering, he knew his efforts were in vain from past experience. Ghost had decided that his favorite person in the world, other then Lisa, was none other then James himself. Every time the dog knew he was around, he would have to go give him his usual greeting of as many licks he could get in before his master would make him stop and free the pinned ranger. Petting Ghost and scratching his ears, James glanced around for Lisa to rescue him. Finally he heard the comforting sound of the heavy hoof beats of Furcht. “Alright, fun’s over Ghost. Get off of him so as he can breathe,” said Lisa, clearly enjoying the scene. Ghost’s ears lowered as he walked off of James. “Thank you,” said James as he recovered himself, dusting all of the leaves off of himself, “I tell you, every time he comes you’d think he’d thought I’d died.” “You never know,” said Lisa as she swung off her horse, “especially with your survival skills.” “Oh, I’d like to see you do this job! Anyway, what brings you here to my woods?” “You’d better watch it; I might have to report that to the Queen. You know she doesn’t like it when people claim her land.” “Oh, shut it, we all know you wouldn’t do that. Now, seriously, what brings you here?” “Ah, yes, I’d nearly forgotten. Well come on then, show yourself! It’s not him you need worry about,” she said toward her captive. The cobbler walked out from behind the black stallion and stood with throbbing wrists and wobbling knees; knowing his destiny was about to reach its climax. “This one,” Lisa said, jabbing her head in his general direction, “was found by intelligence to be spreading rebellious rumors.” James nodded, knowing what she was playing at. “Bad mistake,” he said, suddenly with a more stern tone, “Well, I’ll lead you to your office.” The cobbler gulped loudly at those words and babbled a slight prayer. “Oh, don’t you worry; your time is fast approaching. I’ll try to make it easy for you,” stated Lisa promptly. James almost cringed when he heard the man whimper slightly. He hated it when Lisa brought her victims through him; her game had no appeal to him. James began to lead the troop onward, Ghost still on his heels, Lisa beside him, the horses following, and the cobbler dragged unwillingly behind. The small troop followed James in this fashion for some time before they finally reached a grove where the trees grew in such a way that sunlight hardly reached the forest floor. Towards the middle of this was a small hill which could hardly be noticed. James walked forward toward the hill and groped for and all but invisible latch. Finding it, he pulled open the small door revealing a tunnel with crisp light throughout. Lisa had cut the cobbler free from his bond and asked him, “Now, before we move on, who might I have the pleasure of speaking to?” “Peter Web ma’am.” “What a lovely name, it’s a shame that it will be erased from present history.” “Present, ma’am?” “Yes, that’s what I said isn’t it? Now, get in that tunnel!” she said none too kindly with a small shove to get Peter moving in its general direction. Peter, rubbing his wrists and still confused by Lisa’s words, headed toward the looming tunnel. “Hurry up, we haven’t got all day, and I’d like to keep this tunnel secret,” James snapped anxiously from behind him. Peter quickened his pace and was soon followed by the others. James shut the door as gently as he could and motioned for them to get a move on. Urging Peter on, the group continued through the tunnel. Peter noticed that the further they went, the more the tunnel sloped downward till eventually they where in all but a spiral staircase. Having not seen electric lights since Lauren had ordered all technology destroyed, Peter was flabbergasted by the continuous light that was obviously not produced by any form of fire. Catching his gawking stare, James smiled and addressed Peter, “Been awhile since you’ve seen lights huh?” Realizing he was spoke to, Peter broke his trance and answered lightly, dropping all formalities. The way he saw it, if he was to be killed, why act as if he’d pay for it? “I guess. Is that what they are? Damn, it’s been awhile! How’re you keeping them lit? I thought all electrical wires have been destroyed.” “They where.” “Then how are these bulbs running?” “Generators,” interrupted Lisa. “Oh. Wow I didn’t know the Queen had kept so much technology.” “Neither does she,” it was James that time. He had made his statement abrupt and short, indicating the conversation was over. Lisa, as if to make the point crystal clear, nudged Peter’s back with a dagger. Ghost decided to emphasize his master’s point and nipped the captive’s heels. Peter however, only needed James’s rough tone of voice and soon got the message and quickened his pace. After a few minutes walk, the troop came upon a large, slightly rusted steel door with no doorknob present. James looked pleadingly towards Lisa in a last-ditch attempt to be freed from this man’s disappearance from earth. “Not on your life,” was his only reward. “I need you to help me with this.” Muttering under his breath, James reached over and pressed a button on a square console placed midway on the wall. Peter visibly jumped when a voice seemed to come from no where at all, until his memory recovered and he realized it was merely an intercom. “Password,” the voice said ominously and with a slight callous tone to it. “What’s got you on edge today Danny?” James asked casually. “Not much sleep,” the voice said a little more loosely, “Seriously though, I need the password.” “Fine.” James leaned in close toward the intercom and whispered a short password. A brief pause was heard and a muffled laughing could almost be heard. “Sorry, James, but that password seriously cracks me up! I mean how am I supposed to take ‘purple flying cougars from outer space’ as a serious password?” “Damn it, Daniel now we’ve got to change the password, again! Why do you say it every time I bring someone in? It’s ok if it’s just Lisa, me, and the other few who know it but why always in front of the new arrivals?” “Two words my friend, ‘no video’.” James paused. “Point taken. Just open the dang door.” “Alright your highness! As you wish.” A loud, pronounced click emanated from the door in front of them. As the group moved into the room beyond, Daniel’s voice could be heard saying, “Your welcome”. ~~~~~~~ By the way, you've officially reached as far as I have completed chapters...but I might start writing them again...^_-
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11:09pm Jan 1 2009
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2:31pm Jan 11 2009
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I don't believe "casualty" can be used as the adjective of "casual," just a noun referring to someone who was killed or injured, often one of many.
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7:58am Jan 13 2009
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Oh, where was that? That might have been a typo... Thank you for alerting me to this!!
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