Forever Nymiste Part 1
Ok so the writing bug has hit me again. This time, I am starting a work of fiction instead of poetry. Here is what I have so far. I still have a long way to go.
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The sky was filled with ash. The smell of smoke and blood mingled in the afternoon air. The screams of many carried merciful pleads to her ears. Traveling swiftly away from her home, Wakela glanced back one last time with regret. She knew that unless she could find some help in a distant land, then she would never be able to return to Nymiste, the land of the elves. Spurring her horse Eoli faster, she sped on to an unknown future.
Her family and friends were all brutally murdered when the orcs rampaged their small hamlet. Very few were able to escape their wrath. She was only a fledgling conjuror so her powers were no match to the strength of the invasion. Her summoned elementals could barely make a scratch on the smallest of animals in the woodlands surrounding her village. She felt helpless and alone.
She reached the peak of the largest hill overlooking the valley in which her home was nestled. She turned for one last look. Tears streaked down her ash covered face. She knew in her heart that this was the last time she would be able to live in seclusion and peace. She was forced out into an unknown world. She had never ventured past the hills overlooking the valley. There was never a need for such. The elves had always been a private race. They kept to themselves and were very weary of outsiders.
She held her head up high as she vowed to avenge the deaths of the innocent villagers. She turned her horse away from the valley and headed out towards her new life.
Wakela rode on for hours. Eoli grew weary from the overexertion. She finally felt that she had distanced herself enough from the slaughter, so she allowed Eoli a moments reprieve. She found a bubbling brook with shade trees overlooking it. She brought her horse over to drink the clear waters. She scrubbed vigorously trying to rid herself of the grime from the morning. She also tried to rid herself of the visions in her head of the other women and children who did not fair as well as she had.
One of the trees had some variety of fruit that she had never seen. It was not one that grew in Nymiste. She was not sure if it was poisonous or not, but her stomach was growling with hunger and she did not know how close she was to the next town. She reached up and picked two pieces of fruit. She fed one to Eoli. She then sat herself down underneath a tree to feast on this exotic new fruit. She sunk her teeth down into the purple flesh of the fruit. The sweet juices exploded into her delicate mouth. She had never experienced anything as sweet tasting as this. She savored every bite.
The emotional and physical exhaustion started to take its toll upon her slim physique. Her eyes fluttered shut as she drifted off into a restless sleep. Visions of that mornings trauma raced the dreams out of her head leading into a dark abyss of nightmares.
She was thankful that she awoke from the ghosts that now haunted her. She looked around to see from where the noise arose. She found her staring at a massive mountain of a man. His hair was the shade of flax. The elves in her tribe did not have hair as light as that. His eyes were as blue as the crystal-clear brook she had slept on the banks of. She briefly wondered if he was some sort of water elemental. However, those thoughts were quickly shoved out of her mind when he opened his luscious lips to speak. The words were in a language she had never heard before. His voice resounded like thunder. However, his eyes twinkled and sparkled with warmth of the sun.
She was not sure where this man came from or what race he was from, but something deep within her told her that he was one to be trusted.
Eirik stood there looking down upon this strange form laying under the Kjolor trees in his grove. He had seen elves before, but she was not like the wood elves that live in Xily. Her hair shimmered as red as the fire that warmed him at night. Her eyes were as green as the grass in the meadows. Her features were much more refined then his friend, Krystaes. He wished that he were as smart as Krystae. He only knew how to speak Haraeish, the language of his people.
Since Krystae had grown up around many different races, she had mastered various languages. Eirik just hoped that Krystae could communicate with this gentle beauty. He coaxed her out from beneath the tree. She looked as hungry as a ravenous Ves'dela. Thankfully, she was not as deadly as one.
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I will post more as I write it.
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The sky was filled with ash. The smell of smoke and blood mingled in the afternoon air. The screams of many carried merciful pleads to her ears. Traveling swiftly away from her home, Wakela glanced back one last time with regret. She knew that unless she could find some help in a distant land, then she would never be able to return to Nymiste, the land of the elves. Spurring her horse Eoli faster, she sped on to an unknown future.
Her family and friends were all brutally murdered when the orcs rampaged their small hamlet. Very few were able to escape their wrath. She was only a fledgling conjuror so her powers were no match to the strength of the invasion. Her summoned elementals could barely make a scratch on the smallest of animals in the woodlands surrounding her village. She felt helpless and alone.
She reached the peak of the largest hill overlooking the valley in which her home was nestled. She turned for one last look. Tears streaked down her ash covered face. She knew in her heart that this was the last time she would be able to live in seclusion and peace. She was forced out into an unknown world. She had never ventured past the hills overlooking the valley. There was never a need for such. The elves had always been a private race. They kept to themselves and were very weary of outsiders.
She held her head up high as she vowed to avenge the deaths of the innocent villagers. She turned her horse away from the valley and headed out towards her new life.
Wakela rode on for hours. Eoli grew weary from the overexertion. She finally felt that she had distanced herself enough from the slaughter, so she allowed Eoli a moments reprieve. She found a bubbling brook with shade trees overlooking it. She brought her horse over to drink the clear waters. She scrubbed vigorously trying to rid herself of the grime from the morning. She also tried to rid herself of the visions in her head of the other women and children who did not fair as well as she had.
One of the trees had some variety of fruit that she had never seen. It was not one that grew in Nymiste. She was not sure if it was poisonous or not, but her stomach was growling with hunger and she did not know how close she was to the next town. She reached up and picked two pieces of fruit. She fed one to Eoli. She then sat herself down underneath a tree to feast on this exotic new fruit. She sunk her teeth down into the purple flesh of the fruit. The sweet juices exploded into her delicate mouth. She had never experienced anything as sweet tasting as this. She savored every bite.
The emotional and physical exhaustion started to take its toll upon her slim physique. Her eyes fluttered shut as she drifted off into a restless sleep. Visions of that mornings trauma raced the dreams out of her head leading into a dark abyss of nightmares.
She was thankful that she awoke from the ghosts that now haunted her. She looked around to see from where the noise arose. She found her staring at a massive mountain of a man. His hair was the shade of flax. The elves in her tribe did not have hair as light as that. His eyes were as blue as the crystal-clear brook she had slept on the banks of. She briefly wondered if he was some sort of water elemental. However, those thoughts were quickly shoved out of her mind when he opened his luscious lips to speak. The words were in a language she had never heard before. His voice resounded like thunder. However, his eyes twinkled and sparkled with warmth of the sun.
She was not sure where this man came from or what race he was from, but something deep within her told her that he was one to be trusted.
Eirik stood there looking down upon this strange form laying under the Kjolor trees in his grove. He had seen elves before, but she was not like the wood elves that live in Xily. Her hair shimmered as red as the fire that warmed him at night. Her eyes were as green as the grass in the meadows. Her features were much more refined then his friend, Krystaes. He wished that he were as smart as Krystae. He only knew how to speak Haraeish, the language of his people.
Since Krystae had grown up around many different races, she had mastered various languages. Eirik just hoped that Krystae could communicate with this gentle beauty. He coaxed her out from beneath the tree. She looked as hungry as a ravenous Ves'dela. Thankfully, she was not as deadly as one.
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I will post more as I write it.
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