Wakela Runen's World

Teetering on the brink of madness Winds of life sweeping me over the edge Falling deeper into the chasm Wrapping myself up in the cold blanket of the abyss Darkness envelopes my heart Emptiness runs through my veins Plummeting towards the bottom The ground rushing up on me Only to look over and see the edge of another cliff Waiting for the next wind to start it all again

Well, I woke up early this morning and got a little bit more writing done on the story. And I finally decided on the name for the story. Here it is. Let me know what you think of it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eirik reached out his hand to assist this stranger onto her feet. He pointed to himself and said Eirik in the hopes that she understood it was his name. He said his name again slowly so she could hear the pronunciation. He wasnt sure how different her language was from him. He was assured that she understood when she smiled, pointed to herself and said Wakela. At least he now knew his new companions name. It was definitely an interesting sounding name. He could not wait to find out more about her. However, upon looking at her poor horse, he felt his heart sink. He knew that his curiosity would not be fulfilled anytime soon. Her horse was still weary from whatever had spurred her to leave her homeland. He would have to

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. ________________________________________________________ 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 surroundin