This one is the fantasy quest adventure. The words to the chants are gibberish. It's not a language so don't look it up.
There was a flicker in the dark forest floor. After a few moments, it appeared again. Right next to the fallen tree. Two twinkling specks of silver like miniture moon. The specks disappeared again then reappeared. In the silent night, a figure slowly rose from her position on the floor. The youth, a black-haired girl of 15 years, slid down the slippery bank of a river. She grunted softly and clutched her blood stained side. "Argre embleser untre." she mumbled in a strange language. The water from the river crawled up her arm and onto her side. The wound began to mend itself little by little. Who was this person? What was this person? Meet Amaya the Storm Rune.
The sunlight filtered through the thick braches of the oaks. Amaya stumbles down the dirt path. In the morning light, her marks could easily be seen. Black lines curled like waves just under her eyes. There was a thick black line around her arms just below the shoulder. From it branched smaller line like the ones on her face. The backs of her hands had the unique symbol of the Rune clan she was from, and on her forehead the lines formed a band of sorts, an intricate line across her forehead. Her shins had wavy lines like flowing water running up them stopping at the knee. All in all, she didn't look like your average person.
Amaya glanced down ather side. The spell had worked. The wound was fixed nicely. As she got closer to the human civilization, she chants a spell under her breath. "Orgeds almedres toyeriw stroems notiesa." The lines disappeared. She smirked. "Humans can't tell the difference if a rune has no marks. Now, let's see if I can persuade crazy King Ateons to release my friend." She chuckled slightly but it quickly dies in her throat. As she neared the city, she scowled. "Humans and their polution. I doubt there is a bit a pure air in here."
"Halt! Identify yourself." demanded a guard.
"I am Amaya. I have a letter for the king." The guard glanced at the seal on the letter.
"Storm Runes!" he gasped gripping his spear tightly. He glared at Amaya in suspicion. Amaya sighed.
"If you drill that spear into me, then you'll have a thousand storm runes wanting your head. And I don't think you can hold off a thousand of my kind."
The guard grunted letting her pass.
Once inside the throne room, Amaya glanced around. "Humans are too lavish. There are more important things to spend money on than pretty trinkets." At that moment, guards swarmed into the room. King Ateons strutted in like a rooster.
"Welcome! You filthy witch. I'm glad you're here. Now, I can get rid of two sub-creatures at once!" he said cackling.
Amaya growled at the name. Humans and runes have a very long history of hating each other. Calling a rune "sub-creature" is asking for a fight. All the scouts were right. The king was insane.
"Well, bring out the other one." The guards dragged out a boy with golden hair the same age as Amaya.
"Amaya," he croaked. He was in aweful condition. Covered head to toe in bruises and cuts, Amaya was surprised that he was even conscious.
"Don't say anything, Ryu. Just save your energy." she whispered.
"No talking!" a guard shouts as he drove the hilt of his sword into Amaya's back. She grunts and stumbles slightly.
King Ateons cackled again. "Kill them! Slaughter them so I can hand their heads above my fireplace!"
While he was saying that, Amaya was already chanting. "Wefedyt yoerd fewms edse." She summoned her dragon Rigal. The dragon caused havoc in the throne room. The king was now yelling for them to catch the "little lizard".
Amaya finished healing Ryu as Rigal smashed the throne to pieces. "Little lizard?" Ryu grunts. "Rigal can't fit through the doorway, tall and wide!"
Amaya shrugged. "The Mud Man's insane." she said using the more insulting name for humans. "Rigal!" The white and blue dragon turned and allowed the storm rune and magma rune to climb onto his back. Amaya pulled out a massive longbow. "Ready to fight our way out, big guy?" Rigal roared and charged into the enemies lines. "Hold on, Ryu!"
Hello readers! I am a girl with an overactive imagination and some random hyperactive bursts. I get it from my six year old brother. Writing and reading are two things I do a lot. I may offend some people without meaning to and forgive me if I do. I just want say that I want your imput. This is your blog too. Just ask and if I like it and it is reasonable, I'll put it onto my blog! I may be a little childish at times, but hey, that's how I am. Look around to see what I've made! Enjoy!
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