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There was a mix up, with people skipping there turns and stuff, so now everyone is confused about who is next and whether they will end the story or not. I would gladly go next except I really want to start the next story. So lets get some feed back(a.k.a comment, please!) from our writers so we can straighten things out. Thanks,
Jillian
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
They Will Attack
........It was no use to resist the cloning of her, Latika, for it was too late. The vast army before her was multiplying in speed, endurance, skill, and willfulness unthinkably quickly. The clashing sounds grew louder and came more frequently as the army trained. It was then Shara spoke aloud, so that the entire army could hear- "Please stop! I have someone for you all to meet." Turning around, she gestured at Latika, calling out in her clear and musical voice, "Latika!"
The army turned with remarkable precision and bowed low to the ground. Latika was more than confused. "Why are they bowing to me?"
That is our only other problem, Shara said, again without moving her lips. "They only obey the one from whom they were created."
"So...I'm to be the commander of this army then?"
Shara chuckled gaily. "No, no of course not! That would be chaotic!"
Latika felt a little hurt, and Shara stopped laughing.
"Oh, but of course I didn't mean it that way, young Latika. Don't be offended, please. Forgive me for what I was thinking."
"So...."
"We still need to figure out how to command this army without putting you in severe danger. Without a commander to take charge soon, the army of gnomes will...actually we don't know what will happen. We've never actually HAD a gnome army before, and that's yet another danger. There's still many things we have to figure out about gnomes...."
Latika's head was spinning from all the "talking".
"Sorry. It's just harder to talk aloud, and some things the gnomes shouldn't hear. I also was..."
Padding feet sounded, filling the room, and Brixie came running to Latika.
"The army of Salmar is approaching, and it's coming fast!" she said. Latika could sense Shara's sudden alarm, and the feeling was overpowering; it was too much for Latika to handle at once. She slumped to the ground, unconscious.
Latika slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Moving was not so painful now. She was in the same room she was first in. No one was there, but sound of battle was just outside the closed doors. She hurriedly got up from the table/chair and ran as fast as she could, without touching the floor, to the door and pushed them open. The weirdest sight she ever saw was before her-
All the duplicates if herself were fighting the rest of the cyborgs! The clone army outnumbered the others by only a few, but they were definitely better. Latika spotted Shara, and and Shara soon noticed Latika. She ran to Latika and the warmth of her presence filled her mind.
"As you remember, Dwank released an army of invincible fighters. However, they have not yet arrived as we had previously thought. They've sent the Alamiri- ghosts that take control of their enemy's minds, particularly Cyborg's, permanently. What a clever plan...they are making us destroy the very army we planned to use to destroy them. This is only their first wave. More powerful beings will arrive soon enough to destroy all Cyborgs as we know it."
Oh dear. That was terrible news.
"So we will fall without even a fight?"
"Yes," Shara whispered into her head. Secretly, Latika had hoped there would be some way, any way, to stop what was sure to happen to her and all of her kind. A roar sounded far away.
"What's that roar from? It sounds like a lion."
Shara looked puzzled. "That sounds like Jeyan, an old enemy of ours. He is what kept us from finding a gnome before."
"But maybe he can help us!"
A misty cloud fell over Shara. She shook her head violently. At first Latika thought that meant no, but soon she saw an icy cold glare of blue come to Shara's eyes. Then she took a knife from its sheath and lunged at Latika, severely wounding her in the arm. For a long time Latika lay where she fell, unable to move from the pain. She felt a banging coming from somewhere, and soon the sound of many feet clanking swarmed all around her, and something cold and hard picked her up and carry her away, running quickly. Then a bright light surrounded her. She was outside now. Jeyan's roar sounded again, a lot louder and closer this time. Then a motor sound grew into existence, and she was soon in a vehicle that sounded strangely like a hoverbug. Then all was black.
She awoke with the sound of Bagrasazoo (a type of bird) chirping and a strange creaking of metal. Suddenly the creaking grew to a loud crash. A voice, loud but peaceful and strangely familiar yelled, "Why did you let that fall, you lazy creature! Next time try to keep it working, alright?"
That was Shara's voice. It sounded different; she sounded evil. Latika stood up. This was the second time in one day she had been knocked out and had woken up in a totally different place. Her arm still hurt really, really badly. So her evil captors hadn't healed the wound. Suddenly Shara stood at her feet, sword in hand, with a look of disgust on her face. And she was wearing the bracelet on her wrist!
"You, prisoner, get up!" The sword pointed directly at her throat.
"Um...I can't really get up with a sword pointed at me." She automatically talked with her head, but the presence that filled her mind wasn't pleasant at all. Instead it gripped her mind and wouldn't let go.
"Very funny, young one." But she did pull her sword back, and Latika sat up and looked around. It was a jungle of some sort, only it was filled with different lumps of metal; machinery, she guessed. One piece was smoking on the ground, and one of the Latika clones was staring at her.
Oh, she wished Brixie and Jeyan were here, and she wished Shara was still on her side, and she wished so many other things hadn't happened.............
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Shara
Jeyan stopped. "I am sorry I did not think of the hidden caves earlier, Brixie, or we might have found Latika a long time ago." Brixie, to tired to say anything, just shrugged. They headed towards the caves, with barely enough energy to walk. They had been searching the hills of Japan so long, Brixie had forgotten where the hoverbug was. It did'nt matter now. All that mattered was Latika and the bracelet. She had told Jeyan everything, and he had already known about the forces of Duraman locked in the chasms of the dead.
They were now approaching what looked like a large, slightly rusty steel door. Jeyan, in his deep, rumbling voice, called out "It is the leader of the lion people, we seek rest and food", He paused, "and we also seek Latika!" At the word Latika, the door swung open. Nothing but a large black tunnel, seemingly leading to no where, greeted them on the other side."Come", said Jeyan"we have been welcomed. let us enter." Shaking, Brixie half walked, half flew, (her wings were healing as well as can be expected) into the tunnel. The door closed behind them with a loud bang, and complete darkness engulfed them. Jeyan seemed so calm in this drafty place. After walking for about 3 hours form nothingness into more nothingness. then, a single silver glow, like a ball hanging from the cave roof, came out of nowhere. Jayen stopped walking. Brixie gazed ant the silver object that was now getting steadily brighter. It was entrancing her. It grew, until it hurt to look anymore. They were in a rocky walled cave room. There was nothing but cave and the silver object hanging there and growing still brighter. Then, it illuminated what was directly below it. Brixie gasped and caught her breath at this fearful and beautiful sight.
In the meantime, poor Latika was arguing in her mind with the cyborg. Not an army of Latika's! I only want one me! please, please don't do it! if crying inside ones head is possible, Latika was on the edge of desperate tears. She had been arguing for over 3 hours now, and in this time she was able to stiffly stand up. But she was not standing on the floor of the cave, she was floating as well! " You do not understand fully yet why we need this army so badly. I am not the one tell you though", "said" the cyborg."Come with me. Latika had no choice but to do so. It was very strange to be walking on air, and it hurt badly, very badly, every time she moved. They went through a thick, slightly rusty metal door, into a black "Hallway". There was a silver light not far off, entrancing, yet it hurt to look at it. They walked into a cave room, bare except for... could it really be? "Brixie!" she yelled in her head. Brixie looked not upon her, but was gazing at something in the center of the room. Latika painfully turned her head to see what it was that held her friends attention. It was a girl. But this girl had long, curly midnight black hair mysteriously transparent like the cyborgs hair, and a youthful face. She was sitting upon something, and looked down into her lap, as if quietly contemplating something peacefully. Her dress was of soft silver, tied about the waist with a white rope. It was lovely to behold:
Her feet were bare, and her skin looked the soft, creamy tone that all females wish for. There was one thing wrong. It was as if her skin was interlaced gently with tones of hard, cold silver.
It was terribly gorgeous. "She is fifteen" the cyborg told Latika," and her name is Shara. She is the one who will clone you."
Shara lifted her head, to show deep burgundy eyes, and without moving her lips, she "said" to Latika ," move away, Kirna, I will occupy her mind." Kirna, the lady with the blue hair, closed her eyes as if concentrating, and the painful presence was gone. A new presence filled with warmth and twisted thickly with simple, peaceful love filled it's place. Not an ounce of pain was left. "This is wonderful! Shara, who are you exactly? Where did you come from? Why are you here? Are you really going to clone me? Why do you need an army? What are your powers?
Shara gave a pleasant, girlish laugh, not in Latika's mind, but out loud. It was then that Brixie noticed her."Latika! Is that you? You look so..."Latika moved closer, and Brixie screamed when she saw fully what had happened to her friend, guide, and rescuer. "Oh Latika!" She said in heart wrenching tones."I know, I know, it's a long story" Then Latika remembered that Brixie couldn't hear her thoughts. Once again, she tried to move her lips. They felt stiff and cold, but she managed to get out the words,"sorry, Brixie, its a long story." Her voice rang roughly in her own ears, and she thought to Shara"Please explain to my friend what is going on here."
Out loud, so that Brixie could hear, Shara began to speak,"Hello Brixie, your friend is alright, she has been a great help to us, and we have not yet been so kind to her."
"Who are you?" Brixie repeated Latika question.
"I am Shara, and I am on your side." Her voice was calm and mature like a grown woman's.She stood up, and walked to where Brixie and Latika were standing across from each other. Her hair fell in waves, trailing gently on the floor. Latika watched, envious of the way this girl could move so gracefully. An ear peeked out, and...Oh! "Could it be? Could it really be?"
"Yes, Latika, I am of elvish lineage."
"An elf! Like those of middle earth! How did you get here?!" cried Brixie. The curved, pointed ears had given it all away.
"My ancestors, after all were nearly gone, decided to leave me here and help the fate of the third world of mysticism turn for the better. I was put here, in the realm of man, with an untrained an crude race of beings, the cyborgs. They had the information on how to clone gnomes, but only elves had the power to do it." Turning to Latika, she said" I am sorry Kirna was so painful to share your brain with, but she was the most gentle cyborg that was available."
Latika nodded her forgiveness, eager for Shara to continue, and that she did" We raided the surrounding enemy's of these mountains, in hope of finding either the bracelet or a gnome, where my elders said they hid it. Fortunately, they found you both at the same time at there latest raid. We know that Dwank cast the spell so that he has unleashed the duraman army, but if we take the bracelet to the land beyond the sea before duramans army makes it to the third world of myscticim and destroys it, we can have my father, who is surviving there in the alnd beyond the sea, redo the spell so that the duraman army will fade into nothingness. Alas, we found the bracelet to late, and duraman's army will soon be in the third world." She turned her Burgundy gaze on Latika." Which is why we need you for an army. We have already taken a sample of your DNA and dreabalum from your bloodstream.I'm sorry we did it without your permission, I truly am, but it was an emergency situation. There will not be an army of Latika's, we have the power to change them into all different kinds of female gnomes, nearly invincible and ready to fight, trained in battle. But these gnomes have a gentleness and compassion in them, like any female would. We do not have the power to change their gender, if we had captured a male gnome we would have cloned army of male gnomes from him. You were the best we had. would you like to come see the army you have helped us build?" Latika nodded hesitantly, and Shara led them into another dark hallway. A ginormous iron door at the end swung open, and a huge cave room, about two square miles in size, dazzled their eyes.
A flurry of activity filled it with sounds of clanging metal, grinding steel, and thousands of female voices. They followed Shara down a flight of stairs into the midst of the hubbub. 200 hundred cyborgs were busily crafting war dresses, and men cyborgs floated around, training gnome girls how to sword fight. lines and regiments lined in neat formations were waiting patiently, dressed in feminine red dresses, outfitted with swords and bows and arrows, daggers and knives. Something strange was happening to the gnome girls. They grew at an alarmingly fast rate, from girls into gnome women within 15 minutes of time. It was very odd to see. They all had different faces, different eyes, different hair, different height, but they all had a similarity to Latika in some way or another. Latika lost her breath."I'm not sure if I like this or not" she mumbled through her lips.Shara filled her mind once again: "We will be ready to leave within a week. But we need your help, Latika, before we can move on in our process"...
They were now approaching what looked like a large, slightly rusty steel door. Jeyan, in his deep, rumbling voice, called out "It is the leader of the lion people, we seek rest and food", He paused, "and we also seek Latika!" At the word Latika, the door swung open. Nothing but a large black tunnel, seemingly leading to no where, greeted them on the other side."Come", said Jeyan"we have been welcomed. let us enter." Shaking, Brixie half walked, half flew, (her wings were healing as well as can be expected) into the tunnel. The door closed behind them with a loud bang, and complete darkness engulfed them. Jeyan seemed so calm in this drafty place. After walking for about 3 hours form nothingness into more nothingness. then, a single silver glow, like a ball hanging from the cave roof, came out of nowhere. Jayen stopped walking. Brixie gazed ant the silver object that was now getting steadily brighter. It was entrancing her. It grew, until it hurt to look anymore. They were in a rocky walled cave room. There was nothing but cave and the silver object hanging there and growing still brighter. Then, it illuminated what was directly below it. Brixie gasped and caught her breath at this fearful and beautiful sight.
In the meantime, poor Latika was arguing in her mind with the cyborg. Not an army of Latika's! I only want one me! please, please don't do it! if crying inside ones head is possible, Latika was on the edge of desperate tears. She had been arguing for over 3 hours now, and in this time she was able to stiffly stand up. But she was not standing on the floor of the cave, she was floating as well! " You do not understand fully yet why we need this army so badly. I am not the one tell you though", "said" the cyborg."Come with me. Latika had no choice but to do so. It was very strange to be walking on air, and it hurt badly, very badly, every time she moved. They went through a thick, slightly rusty metal door, into a black "Hallway". There was a silver light not far off, entrancing, yet it hurt to look at it. They walked into a cave room, bare except for... could it really be? "Brixie!" she yelled in her head. Brixie looked not upon her, but was gazing at something in the center of the room. Latika painfully turned her head to see what it was that held her friends attention. It was a girl. But this girl had long, curly midnight black hair mysteriously transparent like the cyborgs hair, and a youthful face. She was sitting upon something, and looked down into her lap, as if quietly contemplating something peacefully. Her dress was of soft silver, tied about the waist with a white rope. It was lovely to behold:
Her feet were bare, and her skin looked the soft, creamy tone that all females wish for. There was one thing wrong. It was as if her skin was interlaced gently with tones of hard, cold silver.
It was terribly gorgeous. "She is fifteen" the cyborg told Latika," and her name is Shara. She is the one who will clone you."
Shara lifted her head, to show deep burgundy eyes, and without moving her lips, she "said" to Latika ," move away, Kirna, I will occupy her mind." Kirna, the lady with the blue hair, closed her eyes as if concentrating, and the painful presence was gone. A new presence filled with warmth and twisted thickly with simple, peaceful love filled it's place. Not an ounce of pain was left. "This is wonderful! Shara, who are you exactly? Where did you come from? Why are you here? Are you really going to clone me? Why do you need an army? What are your powers?
Shara gave a pleasant, girlish laugh, not in Latika's mind, but out loud. It was then that Brixie noticed her."Latika! Is that you? You look so..."Latika moved closer, and Brixie screamed when she saw fully what had happened to her friend, guide, and rescuer. "Oh Latika!" She said in heart wrenching tones."I know, I know, it's a long story" Then Latika remembered that Brixie couldn't hear her thoughts. Once again, she tried to move her lips. They felt stiff and cold, but she managed to get out the words,"sorry, Brixie, its a long story." Her voice rang roughly in her own ears, and she thought to Shara"Please explain to my friend what is going on here."
Out loud, so that Brixie could hear, Shara began to speak,"Hello Brixie, your friend is alright, she has been a great help to us, and we have not yet been so kind to her."
"Who are you?" Brixie repeated Latika question.
"I am Shara, and I am on your side." Her voice was calm and mature like a grown woman's.She stood up, and walked to where Brixie and Latika were standing across from each other. Her hair fell in waves, trailing gently on the floor. Latika watched, envious of the way this girl could move so gracefully. An ear peeked out, and...Oh! "Could it be? Could it really be?"
"Yes, Latika, I am of elvish lineage."
"An elf! Like those of middle earth! How did you get here?!" cried Brixie. The curved, pointed ears had given it all away.
"My ancestors, after all were nearly gone, decided to leave me here and help the fate of the third world of mysticism turn for the better. I was put here, in the realm of man, with an untrained an crude race of beings, the cyborgs. They had the information on how to clone gnomes, but only elves had the power to do it." Turning to Latika, she said" I am sorry Kirna was so painful to share your brain with, but she was the most gentle cyborg that was available."
Latika nodded her forgiveness, eager for Shara to continue, and that she did" We raided the surrounding enemy's of these mountains, in hope of finding either the bracelet or a gnome, where my elders said they hid it. Fortunately, they found you both at the same time at there latest raid. We know that Dwank cast the spell so that he has unleashed the duraman army, but if we take the bracelet to the land beyond the sea before duramans army makes it to the third world of myscticim and destroys it, we can have my father, who is surviving there in the alnd beyond the sea, redo the spell so that the duraman army will fade into nothingness. Alas, we found the bracelet to late, and duraman's army will soon be in the third world." She turned her Burgundy gaze on Latika." Which is why we need you for an army. We have already taken a sample of your DNA and dreabalum from your bloodstream.I'm sorry we did it without your permission, I truly am, but it was an emergency situation. There will not be an army of Latika's, we have the power to change them into all different kinds of female gnomes, nearly invincible and ready to fight, trained in battle. But these gnomes have a gentleness and compassion in them, like any female would. We do not have the power to change their gender, if we had captured a male gnome we would have cloned army of male gnomes from him. You were the best we had. would you like to come see the army you have helped us build?" Latika nodded hesitantly, and Shara led them into another dark hallway. A ginormous iron door at the end swung open, and a huge cave room, about two square miles in size, dazzled their eyes.
A flurry of activity filled it with sounds of clanging metal, grinding steel, and thousands of female voices. They followed Shara down a flight of stairs into the midst of the hubbub. 200 hundred cyborgs were busily crafting war dresses, and men cyborgs floated around, training gnome girls how to sword fight. lines and regiments lined in neat formations were waiting patiently, dressed in feminine red dresses, outfitted with swords and bows and arrows, daggers and knives. Something strange was happening to the gnome girls. They grew at an alarmingly fast rate, from girls into gnome women within 15 minutes of time. It was very odd to see. They all had different faces, different eyes, different hair, different height, but they all had a similarity to Latika in some way or another. Latika lost her breath."I'm not sure if I like this or not" she mumbled through her lips.Shara filled her mind once again: "We will be ready to leave within a week. But we need your help, Latika, before we can move on in our process"...
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Hopeless
.......Latika closed her eyes, but that only made the dreadful picture all the more clear. What in the world, or wherever she was, could she do now? She tried to think (thank goodness her brain seemed to be alright) of all that she had learned in those few minutes...Somehow she had been turned into a Cyborg, or something similar, she was surrounded by darkness except for the lamp, she couldn't move a muscle, or spring or something metal or...Lets not freak out quite yet, she told herself, taking a shaky breath. She felt something start to vibrate in her neck and all down her right side. Suddenly she sat up. She could move again! But for a second her brain moved way too fast, and she laid back down again.
"Ah, you are healing fast, Latika." That horrible voice again. Her neck twitched as she tried to speak again. The vibrating got stronger, and some sort of sound, maybe a metallic sounding moan, came out.
"Now now, no time for questions. In fact, I've come to give answers to what is whirling about in your head." A dream. Yes, it had to be a dream. That thought was a little comforting. A Weird dream...and creepy...and scary...
"No, this isn't a dream, too bad for you. But when you think about it, it's actually rather exciting." How did she know that? "I just do, dear." That was the creepiest thing Latika had ever imagined. No, worse. "Hardly worse." Now it was annoying. If you know what I'm thinking, keep it to yourself! she "said" miserably. "I suppose that was sort of...as you put it, "creepy", the Cyborg replied. "But, now for the explaining." "I'm prepared," Latika tried to say, but it came out more like, "Igmmarrebl mmblem."
"Good. Now, I know you're wondering what happened, and I'm going to explain everything. But first I need the bracelet." Bracelet. Oh! Now Latika remembered everything. "Good, I had hoped you would remember. Hmmm....snow troll....Brixie (Latika gulped). How can you do that? Latika wondered. "Well, It's sort of hard to explain but...well...you and I share the same brain." Latika widened her eyes and a creepy feeling washed over her. But the weird Cyborg continued only too joyfully. "You see, three gazillibillimillian years ago, our race first begun. We were weak at first, but we slowly gained power over all others except...well, the most powerful races. We have tried turning every race into Cyborgs, but we need more power. The power comes from gnomes. Surprising, but in all of you there is a tiny substance called dreabalum. For you, it helps keep you from dying by sicknesses, for us it is a drug that makes all of us invincible. My ancestors discovered it when they made the first gnome Cyborg. Unfortunately, gnomes are very hard to find, and we haven't found anymore...until now. We are hoping to clone an entire army from you."
An entire clone army? Oh, where was Brixie?
Brixie followed wearily behind Jeyan when he suddenly stopped. Was that a hidden cave ahead?.......
"Ah, you are healing fast, Latika." That horrible voice again. Her neck twitched as she tried to speak again. The vibrating got stronger, and some sort of sound, maybe a metallic sounding moan, came out.
"Now now, no time for questions. In fact, I've come to give answers to what is whirling about in your head." A dream. Yes, it had to be a dream. That thought was a little comforting. A Weird dream...and creepy...and scary...
"No, this isn't a dream, too bad for you. But when you think about it, it's actually rather exciting." How did she know that? "I just do, dear." That was the creepiest thing Latika had ever imagined. No, worse. "Hardly worse." Now it was annoying. If you know what I'm thinking, keep it to yourself! she "said" miserably. "I suppose that was sort of...as you put it, "creepy", the Cyborg replied. "But, now for the explaining." "I'm prepared," Latika tried to say, but it came out more like, "Igmmarrebl mmblem."
"Good. Now, I know you're wondering what happened, and I'm going to explain everything. But first I need the bracelet." Bracelet. Oh! Now Latika remembered everything. "Good, I had hoped you would remember. Hmmm....snow troll....Brixie (Latika gulped). How can you do that? Latika wondered. "Well, It's sort of hard to explain but...well...you and I share the same brain." Latika widened her eyes and a creepy feeling washed over her. But the weird Cyborg continued only too joyfully. "You see, three gazillibillimillian years ago, our race first begun. We were weak at first, but we slowly gained power over all others except...well, the most powerful races. We have tried turning every race into Cyborgs, but we need more power. The power comes from gnomes. Surprising, but in all of you there is a tiny substance called dreabalum. For you, it helps keep you from dying by sicknesses, for us it is a drug that makes all of us invincible. My ancestors discovered it when they made the first gnome Cyborg. Unfortunately, gnomes are very hard to find, and we haven't found anymore...until now. We are hoping to clone an entire army from you."
An entire clone army? Oh, where was Brixie?
Brixie followed wearily behind Jeyan when he suddenly stopped. Was that a hidden cave ahead?.......
Cyborg
Boom! What was that noise? Boom! Their it was again. What could it be? Where was she? Who was she.. Latika, she thought. She felt cold. It was really dark. Her head was spinning. It felt like it had been pounded into a brick wall. Had it? She couldn't remember. Boom! She really should find out what that sound was, but maybe.... "I’ll take a nap first" she thought.
Brixie brushed her hair out of her face and moaned. She had been alone for days. Searching for Latika had been harder then she thought. She had no clue were the robot had taken Latika. She didn't even know if she was still in this realm.
Boom! It woke Latika up again. This time it was a little lighter. Her head still throbbed. She tired to rub her eyes but couldn’t get her arms to move. Fuzziness cleared like only a good adrenalin rush can do. She again tried to move her arms but they still wouldn’t budge. She tried to turn her head but she couldn’t. She was panicking, her mind was working fine but she couldn’t move! Latika tried to look around with her stationary vision. All she could see was a metal lamp. She could feel that she was laying at a 120 degree angle in a awkwardly comfortable chair.
"Finally you are awake!" said a raspy female voice.
"Who are you?" Latika tried to ask but couldn’t get the sound through her lips to sound anything more then a slight gasp.
"Ah, So you wish to speak, oh well, their will be time for that later" the voice said " But for now you will have to the listening while I do the talking". We found you in a robotics lab in the du’nkoff region, during one of our raids", You were well lets just say missing a few" here she paused, "Limbs"
"Limbs? What was she talking about? Is that why she couldn’t move anything?" Latika thought.
"Oh, but don’t worry, we fixed you!" said the voice now sounding quite pleased. Suddenly the woman bent over so she could see her face.
Latika gasped, or she tried to, but still couldn’t move her mouth to make a sound. The woman, or whatever she was looked down at Latika with a wolf like smile. She was average looking except for her hair which was flouting above her head like it was under water and was iridescent blue. And her eyes, which were completely deep burgundy. She clicked a button on the side of the chair and Latika’s chair sped into an upright position. She could now see the rest of the woman. She was wearing a long green dress, with a silver belt. She was very tall, and she was floating! The woman had something silvery in her hand. She held it up so Latika could see, it was a mirror. Latika would have screamed if she could, she.... her face!.... Her eyes!.......
"I hope you like it, well, you will have to I guess. Take a good look at the new you!" The woman let out an evil giggle. Set the mirror down and "floated away".
Latika couldn’t get the picture out of her head. At first glance one might not notice a difference, except for the burgundy eyes, and the silvery glint of metallic skin over one cheek and all down her neck. They had turned her into a cyborg! She had heard that in some realms the cyborgs and robots had been at war, but she had never actually seen an antigravitational cyborg.
Brixie brushed her hair out of her face and moaned. She had been alone for days. Searching for Latika had been harder then she thought. She had no clue were the robot had taken Latika. She didn't even know if she was still in this realm.
Boom! It woke Latika up again. This time it was a little lighter. Her head still throbbed. She tired to rub her eyes but couldn’t get her arms to move. Fuzziness cleared like only a good adrenalin rush can do. She again tried to move her arms but they still wouldn’t budge. She tried to turn her head but she couldn’t. She was panicking, her mind was working fine but she couldn’t move! Latika tried to look around with her stationary vision. All she could see was a metal lamp. She could feel that she was laying at a 120 degree angle in a awkwardly comfortable chair.
"Finally you are awake!" said a raspy female voice.
"Who are you?" Latika tried to ask but couldn’t get the sound through her lips to sound anything more then a slight gasp.
"Ah, So you wish to speak, oh well, their will be time for that later" the voice said " But for now you will have to the listening while I do the talking". We found you in a robotics lab in the du’nkoff region, during one of our raids", You were well lets just say missing a few" here she paused, "Limbs"
"Limbs? What was she talking about? Is that why she couldn’t move anything?" Latika thought.
"Oh, but don’t worry, we fixed you!" said the voice now sounding quite pleased. Suddenly the woman bent over so she could see her face.
Latika gasped, or she tried to, but still couldn’t move her mouth to make a sound. The woman, or whatever she was looked down at Latika with a wolf like smile. She was average looking except for her hair which was flouting above her head like it was under water and was iridescent blue. And her eyes, which were completely deep burgundy. She clicked a button on the side of the chair and Latika’s chair sped into an upright position. She could now see the rest of the woman. She was wearing a long green dress, with a silver belt. She was very tall, and she was floating! The woman had something silvery in her hand. She held it up so Latika could see, it was a mirror. Latika would have screamed if she could, she.... her face!.... Her eyes!.......
"I hope you like it, well, you will have to I guess. Take a good look at the new you!" The woman let out an evil giggle. Set the mirror down and "floated away".
Latika couldn’t get the picture out of her head. At first glance one might not notice a difference, except for the burgundy eyes, and the silvery glint of metallic skin over one cheek and all down her neck. They had turned her into a cyborg! She had heard that in some realms the cyborgs and robots had been at war, but she had never actually seen an antigravitational cyborg.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Battling The Enemy
Brixie screamed once again as they came closer. Oh, how she wished that Latika would wake up! The snakes hissed and one of them tried to bite her. She jumped back just in time to miss the horrible teeth. Brixie wanted to run, but could not bring herself to leave Latika. Then she noticed Latika's sword in her hand. Brixie grabbed the sword and waved it in front of her. It was heavy and felt weird in her hand. The snakes backed off, but only for a little while. They once again closed in on her, hissing. Brixie thought that the hissing sounded odd for snakes. Brixie shivered as a loud roar behind her sounded. The snakes hissed again and slid into the bushes. Brixie spun around to see what roared. A lionish creature with wing's and six legs stood behind her. Brixie could not believe what she heard as the creature spoke." Thank you." It said in a deep voice." You have brought us hope."" Who are you?" Brixie asked. The creature sighed." I was once an enemy of your people. I was a snake like creature. I did not want fight you. Suddenly I became a lion, along with a few others. Because I turned to the good side." Brixie nodded, understanding. " Can you help my friend?" Brixie asked. The creature said nothing. Brixie looked pleadingly at the creature. The creature, taken by her look, stepped towards Latika. He stood very still. His mane glowed and Latika's cut on her forehead disappeared. Moaning she sat up. She looked at the creature, amazed. " It's alright." Brixie said. Latika just nodded." What is your name?" Brixie asked." I have no name." He replied." May I give you one?" The lion nodded. Brixie thought for a moment." May I call you Jeyan?" Jeyan nodded. Suddenly a loud thump behind them startled them. The robot was back. " Get on my back." He shouted." What about the bracelet?" Latika said, waking from her daze." There is a place were you can turn the robot off." Jeyan said crouching low on the ground. Latika hesitated, but not for long. They climbed on, and Jeyan took off. The robot reached for them, but Jeyan was to high in the air. Brixie could feel Jeyan's muscles vibrating underneath her." Hang on." He said and dove to the ground. But the robot was right underneath them! Brixie screamed as it reached out. Jeyan went up and roared as the robot almost grabbed his leg. The robot ran underneath them, not willing to let them escape. Brixie could see the bracelet on his finger's. The robot jumped up, almost getting Jeyan's wing. Then Brixie had an idea. When the robot jumped up again, she reached for his hand!" What are you doing?" Latika shouted. She pulled her back, but Brixie reached out again. Then she had it! The bracelet was in her finger's! The robot roared and suddenly grew taller! Frightened, Brixie handed the bracelet to Latika, which proved to be a sad mistake. The robot reached for Latika! Latika's scream faded away as the robot carried her away!" Nooo..." Brixie shouted...
Monday, July 20, 2009
Freezing Tempratures
...............Brixie screamed, then covered her mouth with her hands. The snow troll stopped snoring and opened one wicked red eye. It growled, sounding exactly like a train (or perhaps it was a train passing nearby) and opened its other eye. Brixie's heart stopped as it slowly stood up to its full height, nearly 15 feet tall, unbelievably tall compared to little gnomes. Latika fumbled for her sword, though Brixie knew she would be no match for the hideous beast standing before them. Latika drew her sword and hissed, "Help, Brixie, don't just stand there!" Brixie marveled at Latika's bravery and courage, and strung the bow she had brought on the trip. "Ready," Latika whispered. The snow monster took a giant step forward and snarled. "Set." It raised its arm for a fatal blow. "Now!"
Latika ran forward and Brixie loosed an arrow. The arrow struck the beast's neck, but bounced off without doing the animal any harm whatsoever. It's arm swiped down and struck Latika, causing her to fly backward and out of the cave. A scream tore from Brixie's lips as she jumped up on the beast's arm and thrust an arrow into it. Strangely, instead of blood, the arrow hit something hard and made a clanging sound. Brixie's eyes widened as she realized the beast was a robot, probably programmed to stop them from finding the Magic Bracelet of Black Diamonds. So far, it was succeeding. She was just about to jump off when she spotted something shiny on one of the robot's metal claws. The bracelet, thought Brixie. She reached down, but just before she grabbed the bracelet, the robot grabbed her with its other hand and threw her out the cave.
She flew through through the air at an alarming speed. Fortunately, she landed in one of the many snowdrifts about halfway down the rest of the mountain. Stars floated everywhere. Groaning from the pain, she managed to clear her vision and looked around. There wasn't much more than lots of white and the large snowball rolling down the hill and heading straight for her. Brixie tried in vain to scramble out of the way, but the snowball, growing larger by the second, rolled right over her. She stuck to it and was pulled and rolled down the mountain. When it finally stopped, she couldn't move or see anything. She then realized the snow had packed her to the rest of the snowball, and the hard snow around her prevented moving or seeing more than a millimeter in any direction. Her arms and legs stuck out at weird angles. I need to dig my way out of here...somehow, she thought with a sigh.
Brixie started moving back and forth, back and forth, until she felt a cool breeze on her back. She pushed herself harder, and finally broke away, landing hard with a thump. She pushed herself to a sitting position, wincing when she felt a sharp pain up her spine. Something made a groaning noise, and Brixie jerked her head around. There it was again, strangely sounding like it was coming from the snowball. I bet Latika's in there! She thought, realizing the same thing that happened to her must have happened to her friend as well. She stood and started digging into the snowball frantically. Finally she found an arm, and eventually she dragged the rest of Latika out. Her friend's fingers and nose were blue, and she had a deadly-looking cut on her forehead. "Oh, Latika," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. Latika's breathing was irregular and jerky, scaring Brixie terribly. A rustle sounded, and Brixie looked up into the faces of many giant snakes, fangs sharp and dripping with poison.........
Latika ran forward and Brixie loosed an arrow. The arrow struck the beast's neck, but bounced off without doing the animal any harm whatsoever. It's arm swiped down and struck Latika, causing her to fly backward and out of the cave. A scream tore from Brixie's lips as she jumped up on the beast's arm and thrust an arrow into it. Strangely, instead of blood, the arrow hit something hard and made a clanging sound. Brixie's eyes widened as she realized the beast was a robot, probably programmed to stop them from finding the Magic Bracelet of Black Diamonds. So far, it was succeeding. She was just about to jump off when she spotted something shiny on one of the robot's metal claws. The bracelet, thought Brixie. She reached down, but just before she grabbed the bracelet, the robot grabbed her with its other hand and threw her out the cave.
She flew through through the air at an alarming speed. Fortunately, she landed in one of the many snowdrifts about halfway down the rest of the mountain. Stars floated everywhere. Groaning from the pain, she managed to clear her vision and looked around. There wasn't much more than lots of white and the large snowball rolling down the hill and heading straight for her. Brixie tried in vain to scramble out of the way, but the snowball, growing larger by the second, rolled right over her. She stuck to it and was pulled and rolled down the mountain. When it finally stopped, she couldn't move or see anything. She then realized the snow had packed her to the rest of the snowball, and the hard snow around her prevented moving or seeing more than a millimeter in any direction. Her arms and legs stuck out at weird angles. I need to dig my way out of here...somehow, she thought with a sigh.
Brixie started moving back and forth, back and forth, until she felt a cool breeze on her back. She pushed herself harder, and finally broke away, landing hard with a thump. She pushed herself to a sitting position, wincing when she felt a sharp pain up her spine. Something made a groaning noise, and Brixie jerked her head around. There it was again, strangely sounding like it was coming from the snowball. I bet Latika's in there! She thought, realizing the same thing that happened to her must have happened to her friend as well. She stood and started digging into the snowball frantically. Finally she found an arm, and eventually she dragged the rest of Latika out. Her friend's fingers and nose were blue, and she had a deadly-looking cut on her forehead. "Oh, Latika," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. Latika's breathing was irregular and jerky, scaring Brixie terribly. A rustle sounded, and Brixie looked up into the faces of many giant snakes, fangs sharp and dripping with poison.........
Monday, June 29, 2009
Japan
"Do you have a jacket?" Latika asked Brixie over the loud noise of the hoverbug.
They had been flying to Mt. Fuji for over 5 hours. Brixie had been very surprised to here that they were going to the realm of man, but as Latika had put it "Man will be too busy setting off fire works to notice two tiny creatures in Japan".
After talking to the council of Gnomeia, the Elders told them how to find the Magic Bracelet of Black Diamonds.
"To insure the security of the bracelet we hid it in a cave in another realm." said an ancient looking gnome with a very long beard.
"How will we find it?" asked Latika "there are millions of caves is the realm of man."
"We will give you a map and a hoverbug." Another younger female gnome said.
A hoverbug is a circular bubble with wings that can transport creatures to other realms, Illegal in most realms, but allowed by the Council for special missions.
"Were will it take us in the land of man?" Brixie asked
"Japan." Said the first old gnome. "Now go quickly the rest of your instructions will be with the map."
With that Latika and Brixie had gone for the hoverbug pad and left.
"No" replied Brixie to Latika’s question about having a jacket.
"Hum, well then have you ever wanted to go shopping in Japan before?"
"But no one would sell us anything!" Brixie said caustically
"Well, they wouldn’t notice anything was gone, and plus we would return it when we were done!" Brixie was not satisfied with the idea of stealing. So Latika agreed to leave money.
Soon they were in the hubbub of Japan. There were people everywhere. It was New Years Eve so parades and fire works sounded everywhere. Colors of red, yellow, and gold were worn, hung, held, danced, eaten, and exploded were ever you looked. Like Latika had said no one noticed them. They had soon found a man selling toys and when he wasn’t looking they took two small sets of doll clothing and left some gnome money. Going behind a blossoming tree the two stuck on their matching black Pullip doll parkas. They fit perfect but were too warm so Latika went back to get some clothing for the moment. Soon they were both happily walking back to the hoverbug in red, yellow, and gold Kimonos and Obis caring their parkas for later.
It only look minutes to get from Tokyo to the very top of Mt. Fuji. Putting back on their parkas and skis they set off down their trek to the cave. Brixie had never skied before but caught on quickly, having water skied with her friends back home. But Latika had been lots of times before. She was flying over jumps, down moguls, through trees, than would come to an abrupt stop and wait for Brixie to catch up. Being so small the space they could cover on skies was a short distance. It took awhile but they soon came to the entrance of a cave. Looking at the map again Latika had said she was sure this was it. They started slowly skiing in.
"Do you hear that?" asked Brixie.
"No what?"
"That strange noise!" suddenly Brixie saw it and a moment later so did Latika. Laying in front of them was a giant snoring snow troll....
They had been flying to Mt. Fuji for over 5 hours. Brixie had been very surprised to here that they were going to the realm of man, but as Latika had put it "Man will be too busy setting off fire works to notice two tiny creatures in Japan".
After talking to the council of Gnomeia, the Elders told them how to find the Magic Bracelet of Black Diamonds.
"To insure the security of the bracelet we hid it in a cave in another realm." said an ancient looking gnome with a very long beard.
"How will we find it?" asked Latika "there are millions of caves is the realm of man."
"We will give you a map and a hoverbug." Another younger female gnome said.
A hoverbug is a circular bubble with wings that can transport creatures to other realms, Illegal in most realms, but allowed by the Council for special missions.
"Were will it take us in the land of man?" Brixie asked
"Japan." Said the first old gnome. "Now go quickly the rest of your instructions will be with the map."
With that Latika and Brixie had gone for the hoverbug pad and left.
"No" replied Brixie to Latika’s question about having a jacket.
"Hum, well then have you ever wanted to go shopping in Japan before?"
"But no one would sell us anything!" Brixie said caustically
"Well, they wouldn’t notice anything was gone, and plus we would return it when we were done!" Brixie was not satisfied with the idea of stealing. So Latika agreed to leave money.
Soon they were in the hubbub of Japan. There were people everywhere. It was New Years Eve so parades and fire works sounded everywhere. Colors of red, yellow, and gold were worn, hung, held, danced, eaten, and exploded were ever you looked. Like Latika had said no one noticed them. They had soon found a man selling toys and when he wasn’t looking they took two small sets of doll clothing and left some gnome money. Going behind a blossoming tree the two stuck on their matching black Pullip doll parkas. They fit perfect but were too warm so Latika went back to get some clothing for the moment. Soon they were both happily walking back to the hoverbug in red, yellow, and gold Kimonos and Obis caring their parkas for later.
It only look minutes to get from Tokyo to the very top of Mt. Fuji. Putting back on their parkas and skis they set off down their trek to the cave. Brixie had never skied before but caught on quickly, having water skied with her friends back home. But Latika had been lots of times before. She was flying over jumps, down moguls, through trees, than would come to an abrupt stop and wait for Brixie to catch up. Being so small the space they could cover on skies was a short distance. It took awhile but they soon came to the entrance of a cave. Looking at the map again Latika had said she was sure this was it. They started slowly skiing in.
"Do you hear that?" asked Brixie.
"No what?"
"That strange noise!" suddenly Brixie saw it and a moment later so did Latika. Laying in front of them was a giant snoring snow troll....
Thursday, June 25, 2009
The Army of Salmar unleashed
.......Brixie tried to let out a scream, but dirty fingers clamped over her mouth and she struggled in protest, but to no avail. She was spun around against her will, and a fat arm held her tightly against her captors chest. The dagger was now at her throat, and she dared not move lest it cut her severely. Whatever it was that held her started dragging her back into some thick shrubbery. Latika and the gnomes had started moving away, taking no notice of where Brixie had gone. For a split second, her captors grip on her mouth loosened, and she took the opportunity to let out a muffled yell. Latika spun around, and seeing Brixie disappear through the trees, she grabbed her sword from the camelemus saddle(for all falens carry finely wrought swords with them or near them) and ran towards them. Upon reaching them, she executed a fine, precise slice above Brixie's head. A cry of pain came from above her, and the grip was loosed considerably. Brixie slipped away quickly ran behind a tree and watched the fight unfolding before her. She finally got a good look at her enemy and gasped. "How did Dwank get here so fast?" She thought, perplexed. He pulled out a rusty looking sword, if it could be called that, and clumsily parried a quick thrust, holding his bleeding forehead with his other hand. Brixie nervously fluttered her bruised wings as Dwank attempted a sword man's stance and thrust at Latika's stomach. Latika parried, swept Dwanks sword out of his hand in an impressive move and sliced his arm in a serious, but not fatal wound. Gasping, Dwank collapsed in a prone position and looked incredulously at Latika. "You," He said in a loud hoarse whisper laced with pain," you will be sorry for this. I have unleashed the Salmar army!" he finished, an evil smile growing on his bloodstained face. Latika gasped, her lovely face overcome with fear. "Why would you do such a thing? They will destroy you just as soon as they would destroy me!"
"I am no ordinary ezrel, I am part of the secret society of the ever growing forces of Duraman's worshipers! He told me how to unleash them, for he judged that this Third world of the Mysticism has need to be destroyed!"
"No, it cannot be! You have broken the spell? You are condemned to a horrible death!"Latika yelled, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "No!" Dwank gave an evil laugh "For I have sacrificed my life only to go to the chasms of the dead, not the death that was prophesied!"
With that Dwank took the dagger and rolled over onto his back, held the dagger above him, and plunged it downward. Brixie screamed and turned around so she would not have to witness Dwanks death. Latika was silent, and Brixie slowly turned around. Dwank lay motionless in front of the falen, and Brixie ran over to stay by Latikas side. Latika was silently weeping, the tears pouring down her face unstopped. "What was that all about?" Brixie asked, not sorry to see Dwank dead. Latika gently took her hand and led her back to where they had first met the gnomes who were hiding in one of the many elaborate tree houses that was the safe haven for all captured fairies. Walking up to the giant tree that held the biggest one, Latika, still holding her hand, gave a soft whistle. A bottom section of the tree house opened and a long, thin rope, that looked like spiders silk twisted together, came down. Latika grabbed Brixie and gently swung her up on her back. The Falen nimbly and quickly climbed the rope and they were soon in the woodland creation. Brixie gasped at what she saw. Other levels and decks led from one tree to another, interconnecting all of them together. The tree houses led on in different directions as far as the eye could see. Once off Latika's back, Brixie ran to a small deck protruding out of the leafy canopy. A sparkling mountain range rose above them, hardly a mile or so away. Cool waterfalls, some thousands of feet tall, ran down the nearest mountains, coming down into various pools and streams. A fire elf or two buzzed by. Some trees were just beginning to turn color, a sign cold weather was not far away. An enchanting breeze filled with calming scents blew her short hair out of her face. Ferns were in abundance on the forest floor, with strange looking flowers poking out everywhere in between them. The nearest pool was only a few yards away, and sprites and pixies swimming in the water or playing by it's side looked up shyly. Latika came and stood next to her, letting her drink the beauty in. After a moment of peaceful silence Latika looked down at her. "It's time I answered the question you asked me a few minutes ago, and to do this, you'll need to know the history of this, the Third World of Mysticism."
Latika led her back under the leaves of the tree, and walked over to what looked like a desk. Scrolls, books, papers, inkwells and the like littered the large piece of furniture, and Latika picked the largest of the scrolls, yellowed and wrinkled with time, and sat down on the floor, unrolling it before her and motioning Brixie to come by her side.
"See this?" she said, moving her arm in a sweeping motion above the scroll "this is the first chronicles of the history of The Third World that we are in now, as well as the history of Middle Earth, the second world. Middle Earth was one of many races. Men, elves, wizards, orcs, nazgul, they all were there. The tale of Middle Earths greatest adventure, The Lord of the Rings, is recorded in this scroll in a three part story, concerning the Grand adventure in which the race of hobbits saved the world from complete destruction. But alas, that world faded out of view as races died out, elves and men retreated to the land beyond the sun. As a last hope, the last elders of all kind met together, and created new creatures, new places, races of different kinds."
Latika paused and took a deep breath. "The Elder Dura, ancestor of the evil Lord Duraman, created evil monsters and hideous creatures, like the ezrel, so he could gain power over the new world. Before he was done the other elders found him out, bound his most evil forces with a spell, and killed him, but not before he freed a few, and penned these words." Latika pointed to a portion of the scroll, where, in faded letters, was written,
"I, Dura of the last days of Middle Earth, hereby cast a spell over the spell that has bound my great army in the chasms of the dead, that when the servants of my descendants unlink the magic bracelet of black diamonds, and declare my army unleashed, then they shall kill all in their path, till they have destroyed all and the Third World is no longer in existence. I shall have revenge even when I am dead!"
The room was completely silent. Brixie now understood the impending disaster and Latika's tears. The third world would be destroyed if they didn't do something fast............
"I am no ordinary ezrel, I am part of the secret society of the ever growing forces of Duraman's worshipers! He told me how to unleash them, for he judged that this Third world of the Mysticism has need to be destroyed!"
"No, it cannot be! You have broken the spell? You are condemned to a horrible death!"Latika yelled, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "No!" Dwank gave an evil laugh "For I have sacrificed my life only to go to the chasms of the dead, not the death that was prophesied!"
With that Dwank took the dagger and rolled over onto his back, held the dagger above him, and plunged it downward. Brixie screamed and turned around so she would not have to witness Dwanks death. Latika was silent, and Brixie slowly turned around. Dwank lay motionless in front of the falen, and Brixie ran over to stay by Latikas side. Latika was silently weeping, the tears pouring down her face unstopped. "What was that all about?" Brixie asked, not sorry to see Dwank dead. Latika gently took her hand and led her back to where they had first met the gnomes who were hiding in one of the many elaborate tree houses that was the safe haven for all captured fairies. Walking up to the giant tree that held the biggest one, Latika, still holding her hand, gave a soft whistle. A bottom section of the tree house opened and a long, thin rope, that looked like spiders silk twisted together, came down. Latika grabbed Brixie and gently swung her up on her back. The Falen nimbly and quickly climbed the rope and they were soon in the woodland creation. Brixie gasped at what she saw. Other levels and decks led from one tree to another, interconnecting all of them together. The tree houses led on in different directions as far as the eye could see. Once off Latika's back, Brixie ran to a small deck protruding out of the leafy canopy. A sparkling mountain range rose above them, hardly a mile or so away. Cool waterfalls, some thousands of feet tall, ran down the nearest mountains, coming down into various pools and streams. A fire elf or two buzzed by. Some trees were just beginning to turn color, a sign cold weather was not far away. An enchanting breeze filled with calming scents blew her short hair out of her face. Ferns were in abundance on the forest floor, with strange looking flowers poking out everywhere in between them. The nearest pool was only a few yards away, and sprites and pixies swimming in the water or playing by it's side looked up shyly. Latika came and stood next to her, letting her drink the beauty in. After a moment of peaceful silence Latika looked down at her. "It's time I answered the question you asked me a few minutes ago, and to do this, you'll need to know the history of this, the Third World of Mysticism."
Latika led her back under the leaves of the tree, and walked over to what looked like a desk. Scrolls, books, papers, inkwells and the like littered the large piece of furniture, and Latika picked the largest of the scrolls, yellowed and wrinkled with time, and sat down on the floor, unrolling it before her and motioning Brixie to come by her side.
"See this?" she said, moving her arm in a sweeping motion above the scroll "this is the first chronicles of the history of The Third World that we are in now, as well as the history of Middle Earth, the second world. Middle Earth was one of many races. Men, elves, wizards, orcs, nazgul, they all were there. The tale of Middle Earths greatest adventure, The Lord of the Rings, is recorded in this scroll in a three part story, concerning the Grand adventure in which the race of hobbits saved the world from complete destruction. But alas, that world faded out of view as races died out, elves and men retreated to the land beyond the sun. As a last hope, the last elders of all kind met together, and created new creatures, new places, races of different kinds."
Latika paused and took a deep breath. "The Elder Dura, ancestor of the evil Lord Duraman, created evil monsters and hideous creatures, like the ezrel, so he could gain power over the new world. Before he was done the other elders found him out, bound his most evil forces with a spell, and killed him, but not before he freed a few, and penned these words." Latika pointed to a portion of the scroll, where, in faded letters, was written,
"I, Dura of the last days of Middle Earth, hereby cast a spell over the spell that has bound my great army in the chasms of the dead, that when the servants of my descendants unlink the magic bracelet of black diamonds, and declare my army unleashed, then they shall kill all in their path, till they have destroyed all and the Third World is no longer in existence. I shall have revenge even when I am dead!"
The room was completely silent. Brixie now understood the impending disaster and Latika's tears. The third world would be destroyed if they didn't do something fast............
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Gnomeia
...........For hours it seemed, Brixie stared at the sand dunes with a hurt expression that Latika knew was supposed to make her say I'm sorry, but Latika knew it wouldn't last forever. And, as Googlie-Shnookums paused to take a breath, Brixie finally turned to talk to Latika. Her hair was so hideously short that Latika had to hold her breath to keep from bursting out laughing. It was a good thing Brixie didn't notice. "Well, You've got to say something, Brixie," Latika said, trying to sound forgiving and patient, though she didn't want to forgive her at the moment. "Well, alright," Brixie sighed, "as long as you stop looking at me like you're gonna burst out laughing at any moment." Latika smiled, tuened back around, and said happily over her shoulder, "I think that can be arranged." Googlie was moving again, and in the distance Brixie could see a thin line of green. "Latika, where are we going?" Brixie felt dumb now, for not thinking of asking that question a little sooner. Latika took awhile before she answered-Brixie wondered if Latika was rolling her eyes at her-but then said finally, "To my homeland in Gnomeia, where you will be well taken care of while I rescue more fairytale creatures and bring them back like you." Brixie didn't want to admit it, but she was going to miss talking to Latika. Then, suddenly, as Brixie realized that she was finally free from slavery, a tear rolled down her pretty pink cheek and she wondered if that freedom would last forever. She quickly wiped it away along with her thoughts, and decided to think about her new home, Gnomeia. Now, Camelemues might not be the brightest creatures, but they are fast, and it took no time at all to arrive in Gnomeia, which just happened to be the greenest place Brixie had ever seen. The two travelers hopped off Googlie and Latika called,"Doomie, Kooru, Nahla, I rescued another one!" Suddenly, three faces appeared from behind a bush. The littlest one walked around the bush and offered a hand to Brixie. Brixie took it, and as she did the little gnome blushed. "A pleasure to meet you," Brixie said as she shook each of the gnomes' tiny hands. "Well, Latika, you've done it again," said the biggest one of the bunch. "Ah, it was nothing, Doomie. I only knocked out a really mean, vicious, gnome-eating guard as I lifted Brixie off the ground and carried her to my sweet, precious Googlie-Shnookums." "Oh, Latika, you're soo lucky to be a Fetcher!" Doomie sighed, and Brixie smiled and left Latika to tell of her "heroic" tale, and instead decided to explore her new home. But as soon as she turned around, she felt the cold, sharp tip of a dagger at her back, and a raspy voice whispered in her ear, "Where do you think you're going, Brixie?"...............
Monday, June 1, 2009
A Strange Beast
. The Ezrel
Sun beat through the small cage window and Brixie could almost remember and time when the warmth of summer brought joy not dread. It had been two years since Brixie had been a captive of the Ezrel, long, hard years. Brixie could taste something coming though, good? Bad? she could not tell, but change was soon on its way."Wake up you dumb nymph, time to whisper!" Dwank, like all Ezrels had a long nose stinking out of his green turban wrapped around his face. He was about 4 foot, an average height, not incredibly bright, but with with a sharp temper and very quick to jump in a "good" brawl. Ezrels are from the desert so they ride beetamels to carry their trade, which means they have to catch nymphs to whisper into the beetamels short ears to get them to move. Beetamels are stubborn beasts, short, fat, and will never do anything unless encouraged with sweat haikus. An unknown fact is that nymphs are excellant haikuers, coming from Japan. So, to be able to use the best pack creatures in the land, Ezrels must inslave nymphs to whisper to the beetamels.Brixie was standing up to leave her small cage when she heard a loud thump."What was that?" asked Dwank. Not knowing she shook her head and leaned out the door. There was another thump and Dwank fell face first in the sand. Birxie gave an yelp and backed up to the wall of her cage. Suddenly a small face appeared."Sorry if I scared you, but my name is Latika, daughter of Neema of the Falens order nom. 6 and I'm here to rescue you. I hope you don't mind that I knocked out your friend, but he was in the way"."Oh, he wasn't my friend. Why are you here?" asked Brixie."Duh, I'm a Falen..." Being met with a unenlightened look Latika went on "Falens are gnomes on a mission to rescue all fairy tale creatures from enslavement. Come on we need to leave before he wakes up angry." Before Brixie could protest Latika had grabbed her hand and they were both running across the hot sand."Wait" shouted Brixie "My wings are still bound, we need to get the key, it's in Dwank's pocket!""OK, you stay here I'll go get them" Latika ran back towards the Ezral camp but stopped. Brixie noticed then, were had Dwank gone? Suddenly Brixie felt warm fingers clamp around her and she screamed"............
.....then realized they were not fingers at all, but the flappy lips of a Camelemu, a sort of Camel/Emu beast. The Camelemu was attempting to chew her flaming red hair.
"AAAH! Stop it, you horrible beast!" She slapped its feathered, hairy muzzle/beak to no avail. It stared at her with milky brown eyes and made an odd mooing, (or maybe more of a honking) noise, while continuing to slobber on her hair. She tried turning around and began beating the freak of nature with her fists. "Ahhh! Ahhhh! Let me go, you, you-!" Suddenly a small voice interrupted her.
"What do you think you're doing to my poor Googlie-Shnookums?! My poor precious pet!"
Brixie gasped. "Latika?! This awful, stinking, slobbery animal is yours?
Latika was quickly rushing toward her pet, talking as she did so. "Yes! And he isn't awful, nor stinking, nor slobbery! Googlie, stop eating her hair!"
The haired-and-feathered creature honked (or maybe more mooed) and released Brixie's now thouroughly-munched hair. Lifting it up gingerly with utter disgust, she let out a wail.
"Ohh, no! My hair...it's....not what it once was."
Latika tried to hide her chuckles as she gathered the reins on Camelemu. "Oh dear, you're right. It's only about five or so inches shorter. It'll grow, no worries. But my poor Googlie! His feelings will be wounded forevermore." As if in morose agreement, the Camelemu let out a long breathy sigh, in which Brixie almost retched at his rank breath.
"'It will grow'?! Why, if you hadn't of rescued me from slavery, I would sing a haiku right now that would make your hair fall out completely! ( for the haiku-singing nymphs were known for their ability to sing at such outlandishly high notes that any hairy thing within a five mile radius would suddenly be hairless ) Harrumph!"
Latika then felt pity on Brixie, for she really did look a sight. "Oh, come now, let's not be too upset. We can ride on my dear sweet Googlie-Shnookums until we get out of this blasted desert, and then you will be free!"
Brixie could not refuse the offer of freedom, so with a glare at Latika (although she actually wasn't quite so angry anymore) she hopped up onto the Camelemu's ornate saddle. Lifting her chin up, she stared off into the distance, acting hurt. Latika ignored her pity party and also sat on the saddle.
"We're off!" .............
Sun beat through the small cage window and Brixie could almost remember and time when the warmth of summer brought joy not dread. It had been two years since Brixie had been a captive of the Ezrel, long, hard years. Brixie could taste something coming though, good? Bad? she could not tell, but change was soon on its way."Wake up you dumb nymph, time to whisper!" Dwank, like all Ezrels had a long nose stinking out of his green turban wrapped around his face. He was about 4 foot, an average height, not incredibly bright, but with with a sharp temper and very quick to jump in a "good" brawl. Ezrels are from the desert so they ride beetamels to carry their trade, which means they have to catch nymphs to whisper into the beetamels short ears to get them to move. Beetamels are stubborn beasts, short, fat, and will never do anything unless encouraged with sweat haikus. An unknown fact is that nymphs are excellant haikuers, coming from Japan. So, to be able to use the best pack creatures in the land, Ezrels must inslave nymphs to whisper to the beetamels.Brixie was standing up to leave her small cage when she heard a loud thump."What was that?" asked Dwank. Not knowing she shook her head and leaned out the door. There was another thump and Dwank fell face first in the sand. Birxie gave an yelp and backed up to the wall of her cage. Suddenly a small face appeared."Sorry if I scared you, but my name is Latika, daughter of Neema of the Falens order nom. 6 and I'm here to rescue you. I hope you don't mind that I knocked out your friend, but he was in the way"."Oh, he wasn't my friend. Why are you here?" asked Brixie."Duh, I'm a Falen..." Being met with a unenlightened look Latika went on "Falens are gnomes on a mission to rescue all fairy tale creatures from enslavement. Come on we need to leave before he wakes up angry." Before Brixie could protest Latika had grabbed her hand and they were both running across the hot sand."Wait" shouted Brixie "My wings are still bound, we need to get the key, it's in Dwank's pocket!""OK, you stay here I'll go get them" Latika ran back towards the Ezral camp but stopped. Brixie noticed then, were had Dwank gone? Suddenly Brixie felt warm fingers clamp around her and she screamed"............
.....then realized they were not fingers at all, but the flappy lips of a Camelemu, a sort of Camel/Emu beast. The Camelemu was attempting to chew her flaming red hair.
"AAAH! Stop it, you horrible beast!" She slapped its feathered, hairy muzzle/beak to no avail. It stared at her with milky brown eyes and made an odd mooing, (or maybe more of a honking) noise, while continuing to slobber on her hair. She tried turning around and began beating the freak of nature with her fists. "Ahhh! Ahhhh! Let me go, you, you-!" Suddenly a small voice interrupted her.
"What do you think you're doing to my poor Googlie-Shnookums?! My poor precious pet!"
Brixie gasped. "Latika?! This awful, stinking, slobbery animal is yours?
Latika was quickly rushing toward her pet, talking as she did so. "Yes! And he isn't awful, nor stinking, nor slobbery! Googlie, stop eating her hair!"
The haired-and-feathered creature honked (or maybe more mooed) and released Brixie's now thouroughly-munched hair. Lifting it up gingerly with utter disgust, she let out a wail.
"Ohh, no! My hair...it's....not what it once was."
Latika tried to hide her chuckles as she gathered the reins on Camelemu. "Oh dear, you're right. It's only about five or so inches shorter. It'll grow, no worries. But my poor Googlie! His feelings will be wounded forevermore." As if in morose agreement, the Camelemu let out a long breathy sigh, in which Brixie almost retched at his rank breath.
"'It will grow'?! Why, if you hadn't of rescued me from slavery, I would sing a haiku right now that would make your hair fall out completely! ( for the haiku-singing nymphs were known for their ability to sing at such outlandishly high notes that any hairy thing within a five mile radius would suddenly be hairless ) Harrumph!"
Latika then felt pity on Brixie, for she really did look a sight. "Oh, come now, let's not be too upset. We can ride on my dear sweet Googlie-Shnookums until we get out of this blasted desert, and then you will be free!"
Brixie could not refuse the offer of freedom, so with a glare at Latika (although she actually wasn't quite so angry anymore) she hopped up onto the Camelemu's ornate saddle. Lifting her chin up, she stared off into the distance, acting hurt. Latika ignored her pity party and also sat on the saddle.
"We're off!" .............
Saturday, May 30, 2009
1. The Ezrel
Sun beat through the small cage window and Brixie could almost remember and time when the warmth of summer brought joy not dread. It had been two years since Brixie had been a captive of the Ezrel, long, hard years. Brixie could taste something coming though, good? Bad? she could not tell, but change was soon on its way.
"Wake up you dumb nymph, time to whisper!" Dwank, like all Ezrels had a long nose stinking out of his green turban wrapped around his face. He was about 4 foot, an average height, not incredibly bright, but with with a sharp temper and very quick to jump in a "good" brawl. Ezrels are from the desert so they ride beetamels to carry their trade, which means they have to catch nymphs to whisper into the beetamels short ears to get them to move. Beetamels are stubborn beasts, short, fat, and will never do anything unless encouraged with sweat haikus. An unknown fact is that nymphs are excellant haikuers, coming from Japan. So, to be able to use the best pack creatures in the land, Ezrels must inslave nymphs to whisper to the beetamels.
Brixie was standing up to leave her small cage when she heard a loud thump.
"What was that?" asked Dwank. Not knowing she shook her head and leaned out the door. There was another thump and Dwank fell face first in the sand. Birxie gave an yelp and backed up to the wall of her cage. Suddenly a small face appeared.
"Sorry if I scared you, but my name is Latika, daughter of Neema of the Falens order nom. 6 and I'm here to rescue you. I hope you don't mind that I knocked out your friend, but he was in the way".
"Oh, he wasn't my friend. Why are you here?" asked Brixie.
"Duh, I'm a Falen..." Being met with a unenlightened look Latika went on "Falens are gnomes on a mission to rescue all fairy tale creatures from enslavement. Come on we need to leave before he wakes up angry." Before Brixie could protest Latika had grabbed her hand and they were both running across the hot sand.
"Wait" shouted Brixie "My wings are still bound, we need to get the key, it's in Dwank's pocket!"
"OK, you stay here I'll go get them" Latika ran back towards the Ezral camp but stopped. Brixie noticed then, were had Dwank went? Suddenly Brixie felt warm fingers clamp around her and she screamed"............
"Wake up you dumb nymph, time to whisper!" Dwank, like all Ezrels had a long nose stinking out of his green turban wrapped around his face. He was about 4 foot, an average height, not incredibly bright, but with with a sharp temper and very quick to jump in a "good" brawl. Ezrels are from the desert so they ride beetamels to carry their trade, which means they have to catch nymphs to whisper into the beetamels short ears to get them to move. Beetamels are stubborn beasts, short, fat, and will never do anything unless encouraged with sweat haikus. An unknown fact is that nymphs are excellant haikuers, coming from Japan. So, to be able to use the best pack creatures in the land, Ezrels must inslave nymphs to whisper to the beetamels.
Brixie was standing up to leave her small cage when she heard a loud thump.
"What was that?" asked Dwank. Not knowing she shook her head and leaned out the door. There was another thump and Dwank fell face first in the sand. Birxie gave an yelp and backed up to the wall of her cage. Suddenly a small face appeared.
"Sorry if I scared you, but my name is Latika, daughter of Neema of the Falens order nom. 6 and I'm here to rescue you. I hope you don't mind that I knocked out your friend, but he was in the way".
"Oh, he wasn't my friend. Why are you here?" asked Brixie.
"Duh, I'm a Falen..." Being met with a unenlightened look Latika went on "Falens are gnomes on a mission to rescue all fairy tale creatures from enslavement. Come on we need to leave before he wakes up angry." Before Brixie could protest Latika had grabbed her hand and they were both running across the hot sand.
"Wait" shouted Brixie "My wings are still bound, we need to get the key, it's in Dwank's pocket!"
"OK, you stay here I'll go get them" Latika ran back towards the Ezral camp but stopped. Brixie noticed then, were had Dwank went? Suddenly Brixie felt warm fingers clamp around her and she screamed"............
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