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Escaping Darkness; Fantasy
Topic Started: Tuesday, 3. July 2012, 17:58 (228 Views)
Blue_Alex_Sky
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This is the 3 edit of my story Escaping Darkness. I want to know what you guys out there think. So any feedback is well wanted. Thanks you guys! :D
ow that that's out of the way let the story begin.
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Escaping Darkness

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Prologue : The Birth of legends
She entered the home of the rebellion. Her white hair gently blowing in the summer wind. She was a young girl. Nevertheless, that had not stopped her from traveling from her home on Ske. The journey had taken her through the Untamed Forest of the Anamis’ and past the Great Eastern Mountains. A long and hard passage, one that had lasted for eight days and seven nights. Unlike so many that had traveled to the very spot where she now stood, she was a Sky. As pure born as they came from the Royal family, no less she was the only heir to the throne. However, not even her bloodline mattered in her importance. For she was a Sight Seer, she could see into what could be and what must never be. That was a rare gift even among the Sight Seers. Only thirty had been able to see into the future in all of the histories and not one could see as far as she could into years far away. That gift was why she had traveled had risked her life, her chance at the throne, her future.
Twenty men stood by watching her every movement. Each step she took brought her closer to them. They could kill her at any time, and she knew that, but they wouldn’t not until they heard her out. At least she hoped that they would not. She studied them waiting for a sign that something anything might go wrong. She watched the way they stood, how they held tight to their knifes, how all the children and women had disappeared, but most of all she looked into their eyes. Their eyes told her they would not kill her not until she attacked.
After many long moments a tall man with hair as black as the night sky stepped forward “Who are you?” he asked his voice harsh.
“My name is White Sky.” she said softly, “I have news for the man who leads you into battle, and guilds you in times of peace.”
“Peace, something we have never known, and our children cannot try to understand.” The man whispered stepping closer to her, “peace a word that was long ago forgotten. Something that has not existed since before the days of the Sky power.
“If you have never known it then why do you speak of it like something you understand.”
The man took a step closer to her now she could feel his hot breath on her face as he spoke, “because little princess our mother’s mother’s spoke of it. Told us the stories of peace. Peace is just as real as Alice of Wonderland well ever be. A child’s story nothing more.”
“Alice of wonderland the story that traveled from Earth. How can we know how real Wonderland is if none of us have stepped foot on the old Earth? Wonderland may not be real here on our planet but it does live on through the stories of it. Why would those stories live so long if there was never a wonderland? Peace is real and it will come to us. I’ve seen it. I hope one day my words might bring peace again, but I will never be so lucky to see it with these eyes.”
“How can the words of a child bring peace?”
“How can the words of a man, who has killed and will do it again, bring any more peace? Than the words of a child, who pure of heart and soul?” she asked softly, “so, will you let me speak with you leader? Or did I travel eight days and seven nights for nothing?”
The men debited between trusting her and killing her.
“That would be me then.” A man spoke softly almost like the rustling of tree branches with dirt brown hair that curled softly around his face and soft green eyes that spoke more of trust than of hate stepped forward. He was in his late thirties and a jagged scare ran from just below the eye to the bottom of his chin.
“Sir.” The men yelled in protest.
He placed his hand to silence them. “Yes I see that she was born a Sky. And yes I know that nothing would please her father more then to see me dead, but is she fool enough to come here to kill me? To take my life looking as she does as much like a Sky as then men who have killed our people. Moreover, if the Good king were to send someone to kill me it would not be his precise daughter who has the gift of sight and is first in line for the throne? Is he that much of a fool?”
The men mumbled their agreement. And when they all grew quite he smiled knowing he had won the argument.
“Now then follow me.” He said turn back to the girl.
He lead her threw the camp past where women washed clothing and where young shoeless children played simple games of tag. To the edge of camp where a pale red tent not any different than the other tents they had pasted. He stopped in front of it.
“Here we are young Sky.”
She nodded. Then the two stepped inside. It was not a tent filled with paintings or with furs of great value. Like the generals and commanders homes in Sky, it had just a bed, a table, and some cushions.
She smiled at this. A leader who lives like his men, is really someone they will follow to the ends of this world. It was simple yet so prefect.
He pulled her out her trance “So Miss. Sky what can I do for you.”
“I have a message to tell you about times that are to come.” She said.
“is this not treason of your people giving us a message?” he asked.
“Treason,” She laughed, “I guess that it could be taken that way. But when the goddess gave me the sight it was not for the sole use of my people it was so I could save the lives that need not died.”
“You age would not suggest such wisdom. Yet you speak words that even old men seem to lack.”
“They only lack it because they do not yet know what I have had to see.”
“Yes I suppose so. So what is your message young Sky?”
“Black Sky, the shadow prince, is going to murder my father, Grey Sky, and take the thrown of Sky.” She said gently
A silence fell for several long moments
At last the man asked the question that now burned In his thoughts “What visions brought you this news?”
“I saw it in a dream my fiancée, Black Sky, will tell me in the years that are yet to come.”
“Why should I believe a mere girl of 16 and start a war with the Skys? Least of all a girl who is marring the only shadow widener in ten thousand years.” he asked.
“You don’t have to and I have seen that you won’t. The real reason I came was to tell you to trust a girl, my daughter, who will comes here one day. You must help her win the war.”
“What do war do you speak of?”
“The war she will start by stealing the Halfling that one day will be born. Now I most go.” She said with a smile.
He watched as she left the tent and walked through the rebellion. The daughter of the king. Come to warn the outcast, the tired, and the hungry. What a thought.
That was the last time the men in the rebellion saw the young woman, and as she had promised a few years later when Grey Sky was cared across all the lands so all could grieve his death. They know that the girl had spoken the truth, and a dark age was unfolding before their very eyes. The only way to stop the worst of what was to come was to follow the girl’s instructions.
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One: A mission
The servant escorted the young man to the king’s chambers. He entered the chambers to find the king, who stood in the shadows. The king himself appeared to be only a shadow. Not even real much like the things found in the night terrors of children. He walked slowly to the king careful not to touch any of the shadows in the room, well aware of the danger. He stopped next to the candles that illumined him keeping him out of hands of darkness.
At last the man spoke “Why have you called me at this hour of the night, to meet with you my lord?” his voice was as soft as a rose petal.
The King moved closer to the man. The shadows swallowing the room whole, with the exaptied where the man stood. “My friend it is good to see you too.” The king said with a wicked smile across.
“The servant told me that it was important.” The man whispered.
“Yes tremendously significant.”
“What could be so important that you had to wake me in the middle of the night?” he asked his temper rising.
“It is time. They will know by now that she is not one of them.” The king said amused.
“Who will know?”the man question now interested.
“The Anamis.” The man whispered so softly that the flames crackled louder
“Why would they tell us who she is? Now of all times? The times of war are almost upon us. ” he asked.
“They won’t, but I have found a way that there will be no hiding who she is.”
“How?” the man asked hanging on to the king’s words.
The king placed a large dark bag in the man’s hand.
The man opened the bag to see a powder as white as snow. He placed his hand inside the bag feeling the powder it was soft like silk.
“What is this stuff?” the man inquired.
“That my boy is a substance that no full blood Anamis can handle. “
The man blinked in bewilderment “You mean I take that stuff and just throw it over an Anamis head and poof; it will tell me if it’s the Halfling?”
“Yes, my friend if it doesn’t hurt her then she is the one I’m looking for.” He said cruelly not hiding how much he enjoyed the idea of the pain it would cause hundreds of Anamis children.
“So what does this have to do with me?”
“You are the one who must find her.”
“Sir why not just send solders to receive her?”
“Because, the Anamis’ will go into hiding if they suspect a hunting.” he replied.
“Yes my king I shall not fail you.” He said as he was trained to do since he could first talk.
“I would expect nothing less of you, you are my Assassin.” The man said imitating a kind smile.
“You may go now. You will leave in two days time. “
“Yes king.”
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Two: Pyrro
I sat on a low branch of a birch tree. My tail twitched with aggravation as I watched everyone in my tribe getting ready for the Firefly Festive. Everyone seemed to be doing something even the little kids who were peeling the corn or helping ready the fest in some other way. Everyone but me that is.
Over the years, I had learned never to offer help. Everything I did was wrong. I was an outcast of my own race. The Animas.
We are a very odd specimen. With long cat-like tails and pointed ears. We are defiantly the most different from the others whom we share this land with. Although I have never seen any of them, I have heard many stories.
Human with round ears, and how clumsy they are. How their weapons are the best of any race. I have heard many tales of them killing my kind on sight because they believe us to be savages.
Then there are the Sky’s. Legends tell that each of them as strong as three humans. And each of them are extremely skilled in magic. Although not as graceful as the animas. Moreover, they seem to care little for weapons, but how their clothing is an unlike the humans or ours.
I can only imagine the stories they tell of us. With our animalistic features and our own special gifts. Each of us could control a single element, but only after The Change that occurs on our 16 birthday. And how a selected few are born with the ability to shape shift. Normally there has only ever been one a tribe and sometime there are none. They are meant to guard and protect. The only shape shifter in my tribe is me, which is probably the only reason they haven’t completely neglected me.
"Pyrro!" someone shouted from the bottom of the tree bring me back to reality.
At the mention of my name, I quickly jumped down to confront them.
"Yes?" I said with a sweet smile. Coming face to face with the alpha female of our Tribe River.
"Do you plan on sitting in that tree all day without helping?" she asked grabbing my arm and dragging me toward the center of the village.
"Well everything seemed under control. And I didn’t want to get in the way." I said innocently.
"Well at the very least go guard the front entrance? We should be having a few visitors for the festive tonight."
"Yes ma'ma" I replayed. I slowly made my way to the opening it the thick vines that surrounded and protected our small village: Riverbed. As I jumped up to the low branch of the guard tree that grew beside the entrance, my mind went back to the lessons I took when I was younger, from the old shape shifter, Regen. He was the only one to ever treat me like an equal. After he passed on, I was required to step up and take his place.
I couldn’t help but smile as I remember my younger years. I had lived with Regen since I was five. As soon as I had shown signs of being a shape shifter my foster mother dumped me on him. Who had never thought of me as worth a thing. For 8 years, he taught me ever thing he knew about being the tribe protector. Form mending the vine wall to mending broken bones.
He was like a father to me. A year after Regen had taught me everything he could, he passed on. It was on his deathbed that he explained how I had come to be a part of this tribe. He told me how Feuer, my foster mother found a half-starved Animas in the forest. The stranger begged her to take me. He refused to give his name, and as soon as Feuer took me from him, the stranger ran away.
If took a deep breath and cleared my thoughts.
"Tonight is a night of celebration." I whispered to myself. "Not one for bad memories"
The Firefly Festive was a celebration of the first shape shifter. Who had been the very first one that the humans had noticed all those years ago. When we were exiled, because we where different. A soft yawn escaped my mouth. Exposing my fangs. They were not huge. But very distinctive. Another thing that set me apart from the tribe. Who were strictly vegans. My fang along with my orange cat-like tail was the only hints of my birth tribe. The orange color matched the grasses that grew in the south most part of the untamed forest. While my fangs indicated that I had come from a long line of hunters.
I climbed higher into the guard tree looking at the old beaten path that leads to the entrance. No sign of anyone coming. I closed my eye and pictured a fox as I jumped from the tree.
My front two paws hit the ground a second sooner than I had thought. I yelped as I did a front roll and landed on my now bushy tail. I eyed the front entrance of the village before taking off into the woods.
The fox was one of my favorite shapes. I felt like I could out run anyone. I pumped my legs even faster. The feeling of wind though my fur was like no other sensation.
After about 5 miles I stopped at a small pound to drink. Then I realized how high in the sky the sun had rinsed to and I took off back to the village.
One of the females of my age group, Tree, was sitting at the gate. When she saw me in fox form running back, she gave me and wicked grin.
“You’re in trouble. River wants to see you.” She said in a you’re going to be banish sort of way that she always had with me.
I walked back to the center of the village trying to hide from River knowing she would yell at me this time for sure.
“Pyrro.”River yelled from behind me.
“Yes.” Smiled at her innocently as if I hadn’t done anything wrong.
“I can explain.”
“Let’s take a walk Pyrro. I want to hear this.”
When we were a few steps out of earshot she said, “So Pyrro what’s the story this time?”
“I heard something in the woods so I ummm went to check it out and it was a umm umm thief who was stealing this ladies’ belongings so I went to help her and got hit on the head and was umm knocked out and when I woke up no one was their so I hurried back to the village.”
“now what really happened.”
“Went for a run.”
River rolled her eyes at me. “Do you ever hear anything I say to you?” she asked loudly
“Yes of course I do.”
“So you chose just chose to ignore me then?”
“No it’s just…” I looked down at the ground thinking about Regen and wish I was more like him.
There was a long silence between River and I then at last she placed her hand on my shoulder.
“Pyrro, I know things haven’t been easy on you since Regen pass on, but that was two years ago. It’s time for you to start doing your job. I can’t keep letting what you do go; you have to step up now.”
Then she walked away.
I walked back to my tree thinking about what she said. Had I been holding on to Regen’s memory to long? Somehow I had climbed up into the tree that overlooked the place where the firefly feastable was going on. My Red hair flowed around the me. Drums were being pounded in a rhythm soft and soothing I watched as the boys walked up to a female and asked the female to dance. They matched every step every breath so perfectly. I wonder how they seemed so perfect together, as if they had done this dance since early childhood. No one had taught me how to be like the girls. Regen had told me to forget about the boys in this village. He had said that none of them would ever choose me to be their mate. But when I had looked at him with tears in my eyes he took me in his arms and whispered “Pyrro they will never chose you because you are so much more than anyone of them will ever be. One day you will change the world.”
The moon soon reached its highest point and quite had began to settle over the village as everyone formed a circle around the Teller of Stories. I wondered what this year’s story would be like. Maybe a Story about battle where the hero gets what he was battling for, nether the less I left knowing no one wanted me there any way. I walked to the hut I had once shared with Regen. Ever since his death the hut had grown cold and uninviting.
I thought about the day I was brought to the hut.
“Pyrro you will now be staying with Regen. Okay?” River had asked me.
“Okay. Stars never really liked me anyway. But why him?”
“Because Pyrro we think that you might one day be a Shifter.”
Regen smiled at me as if he knew a secret I had not been told. I took his hand and he led me into his hut. I smelled of herbs and meats. The place was clean and a glow of warmth embraced me there were three cots in the room. Right then I knew my life had just gotten a lot better.
I lay there in my bed drifting off to sleep, when all of a sudden I woke up startled to hear loud yelling out side. I ran out my hut, thinking a couple of males had gotten into a fight over some female. However, that theory was quickly tossed aside when I saw hundreds of soldiers storming into our small village with swords drawn and shields up. Some villagers ran for their hunting knifes and spears, while most tried to take refuge in the forest.
Over the sound of Anamis muffled call and the ring of dagger hitting the ground. The smell of sweat an new blood filled the air. I thought that I was a simple fight, until I heard footsteps on my roof and the shuffling of the straw. Then a body dropped next to my door. A seconded didn’t pass before his hand was over my mouth and his knife to my neck. Before he had a moment to finish his actions I pushed myself against him and forced him against the wall. In shock he dropped his knife. I lunged for the door in an attempted to escape and worn the village. He grabbed my tail pulling me back to him. Pulling a piece of cloth around my mouth making it impossible to make a sound. He slipped his knife back up to My throat and whispered in my ear “I wouldn’t be too much trouble if I were you, or you won’t be seeing tomorrow.”
I tried to reply, but it came out muffed. He glanced down at me a smile spreading across his lips. His hand reached slowly for the cloth and pulled it out of my mouth.
“What now?”
“You’ll kill me either way, your part of the Skies.”
He glared down at me “What makes you think I would be loyal to the skies?”
“You’re at least a foot taller than me.”
“Height, who would think a short kid like me would be tall in the eyes of anyone.”
“Well it’s not much coming from me I’m animas after all. We’re a short.”
“You animas. Have you looked around recently you’re taller than the females I’ve seen your age.”
“So what?”
“Well you don’t have parents. Do you?”
“Of course I have parents their just not here……anymore”
“Haven’t been. Not since you can remember.”
“What this have to do with anything?”
“Just have to find a girl.”
“Get in line I have five suitors already.”
“Oh do you now? Then why do none of these suitors talk to you, ever?”
“They do. Everyday pleading for my hand”
“Only if they are in your dreams. Barely anyone has talked to you all week. You just sit in your little tree watching them or running from them. Are you more frightened of them or are they of you?”
“Why are you here?” I growled
“Oh someone’s frisky. Don’t like your fur being ruffled do you?”
“Answer the question.”
“You fit. More than anyone else I’ve ever seen.”
“Fit what?”
“Oh now little mutt, I have one little test to do, it won’t hurt a bit, well unless I’m wrong then it will hurt a lot. Which I never am.”
“ Mutt! I’m an animas I’m not a mutt! Wait a test? What kind of test? What for!?”
“Now, now hold still and shut the hell up.” He said pulling a hand full of something from his side and flung it over top me. Quickly moving away from me.
The dust changed from white to the color of gold as it hit my skin.
Before I had time to blink he had managed to tie me up.
“Now we have a long journey, before the meeting place so if you don’t want to be drugged try not to move.”
“Who are we meeting?”
“The king of course.”
“Why?”
“Because he wants you back in Ske like the day of your birth.”
“My birth? Where you there? What do you know about it?” I asked egger for answers.
“Dam it.” he cures probably to himself.
“Just come with me and keep silent.” He said now looking tried and older.
I kept talking anything that came to my mine trying to think of a way to get away from him and run to River.
“You want to know something? Pyrro.” He said so softly as if he knew me when I was a little girl.
“How do you know my name?” I asked nervously.
“Because you were never born in this village. You were born on Ske in castle no less. Half-royal half Anamis.” He said not looking at me anymore. “As close to a royal child as the Animas have ever had.”
He stopped and looked around at the near empty area. He was only a few inches away from me. His sword was so close I could touch it with my fingertips. I slowly reached for it my hand almost around its hilt when the man spoke again causing me to jump.
“Don’t even think about it.” his eyes searching for something I could not see. Then he smiled.
My eyes fell upon a white horse with a golden saddle.
He turned to me his eyes staring into mine “I’m going to cut you bindings, but don’t think about running off. Okay?”
I nodded still planning to sprint as fast as I could away from him. His sword in a split second cut through all my bindings. And I sprinted as fast as I could away. However, before I reached the cover of trees, only 500 feet away, I was on the ground with the man holding me down.
“Your spirited little thing aren’t you?”
A low growl escaped my lips.
“You didn’t really think you would escape me did you?”
“Yes. I did.” I said as he pulled me up.

Without the slightest of warnings something hard hit my head a soft voice said something in my ear. I knew I shouldn’t close my eyes but they closed the last thing I saw was the man’s face as it blurred. Then I fell into the blackness and it wrapped its arms around me as if I was its child as if I would never again see the light.
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Three: Unknown Treasons
“Dustin Herannna.” I called as I walked up to him studying him. He’s the kind of man who no one has ever been able to own. Who speaks softer then the summers wind, but somehow who had the I could kill you with one glace demeanor. His stride wasn’t that of a man of wealth, but of a man who had worked his whole life to be where he was and want to forget what he had done to get there, but never forgot it. However now there was something else now. Something strange. Almost like he was pretending to be someone and not doing such a good job of it. This made me wonder what he had seen.
“Blue Sky.” he whispered a weak smile finding its way to his face.
I looked closer running my eyes down his broad shoulders and long legs over across his face searching for something anything to explain what was missing or what had happened.
“Welcome back to the castle you we’re missed.”
As a servant made his way out bowing his head. I turned and looked around knowing we were now alone.
“Why did you bring her here?”
“Because that is what the king asked me to do.”
“The king.” I whispered my tone speaking of treason.
“Blue.”
“Dustin where do your loyalties lie?” I said now suddenly cold

He looked at me studying me, “Blue Alexandra Sky Daughter of Black Seth Sky and White Carina Sky sister to Red Rex Sky. My loyalty is to you. Not your father. Or by now, he would know of your skills with sword and your tactical brilliance. You would most likely be dead by now if he was the one who held my loyalty.”
“ Why did you disobeyed me? I asked you to take her away when you found her not bring her here into my father’s hands!”
“Princess, I guess it’s a title that now fits you. Are you as foolish as to think I could have ever escaped your father long enough to train her? Or to keep her alive until you could reach us?”

I looked to the ground. A long silence lingering between us. He placed his hand on my shoulder “What are you not tell me?”
I looked up into his stunning indigo eyes that had grown cold like winter ice. After countless long minutes, I finally spoke “He killed her.”
I saw the shock in his eyes. “When?” He asked his voice shaking.
“The day after you left.” I whispered not looking at him.
“Why?”
“Because Samuel betrayed her. He told of the plan to find the half blood and to train her for the other side, and and he said she was behind it all.”
“So Black killed her.”
Tears fell unwillingly down my face.
“I’ll kill him.” He muttered
“I took care of the problem someone will find him without a tongue and his left pinky finger.”
“The mark of betrayal to his own.” Dustin whispered looking at me, “I never thought you would learn from thieves and cut throats.”
“well what can I say my up bring was a little messed up.”

“What is he pulling? He’s known for years that she was running the rebellion. why kill her now?”
“he’s close for the first time to controlling the Animas. If he controls the Animas he controls the world.”
“So what’s that have to do with the mutt?”
“The half blood is his link.”
Dustan stood silent neither of us moving. “How are we getting her out?”
“I don’t know, but she can’t say here anymore.”
“Bring Red in.”
“Are you out of your mine Dustin?”
“ Dam Blue are you so blind? He may be the golden boy in your father’s eye today, but the minute he does something wrong or he makes a move for the throne he’s dead. He knows that. Everyone knows that. His loyalty has never been the king.”
“I know it time to bring him back. Will you talk to him tell him I need him to distracted the guards tonight I’m going to break the kid out.”
“You’ll get yourself killed. I’m coming with.” He whispered in my ear.
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