Tempest managed to brush the owl off his head, to the point where it fell to the ground and started to hop up and down letting out it’s hideous screeches. As he recovered from it’s attack, he quickly looked around to find where Flora ran off to. Instead.. He managed to not see just one tiny winged human, but several. Ten of them surrounded him. Tiny bows and arrows aimed in deadly positions as their wielders were decorated in what looked like wooden armor. Three flew to the aid of the owl. Calming it down as it tried to snap at them in it‘s fury. Three more had Flora in their grasp. One of the three that had Flora wore a helmet that was distinguishly marked. He snapped at her, “What are you doing back here? With a human no less. Haven’t you learned your lesson from last time?”
Her brown hair seemed to reflect her frazzled expression as it escaped from her tight bun. “He made me show him! It’s not my fault his friend got hit by my fairy du-” she cut herself off in mid yell as she realized she gave herself away, “-st…”
The other fairy lifted a brow, “You’re up to you’re old tricks again I see.. What did you do to his friend?”
“ They were trespassing. So I tried to scare them off, they put up a fight, and then I threw fairy dust at him.” She said pouting. “The dragon got in my way..”
“Dragon…” He said silently at first and then came into a realization, “ DRAGON!?! Take them to the elder immediately!” The other fairy signaled to the others quickly. The two that held Flora whisked her away. While the ones who surrounded Tempest held their position.
Tempest had his hands up in a surrendered fashion. If this is what Flora meant by the rest being self explanatory. Well… It kind of is. The helmeted fairy flew over to him so that they were eye level. “I’ll show you the way, human. Though we may be small, our magic is strong enough to kill if we need to. So even if you tried to escape. It’ll be harder then you think.” he said staring Tempest down. He signaled to the other fairies again and turned toward their destination. The other ten flew from a circled position to a u-shaped one as they went behind Tempest, tiny bows still drawn.
As they walked, the remaining three fairies were still trying to calm the hopping owl down. One even managed to lasso it’s wings so that it was now laying on it’s side. Tempest could hear it’s shrewd screeches and hoots as more of it’s feathers danced about.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Chapter 4 (part 1)
Getting through the thicket was a bit tricky. It was gnarled and clumped together so tightly, it was a wonder that even the smallest animal could get through. Tempest had break most of the vegetation it held just to make his way through. After, he stepped out into an small open area. As far as he could tell anyways. He walked to the right, counting in his head. The little fairy took note of his concentrated expression and rolled her eyes. “It isn’t that hard to walk in a straight line.” she remarked.
Tempest glared at her, but said nothing. Instead, he tightened his grip a little bit. Flora gasped out as she got squished a tad more. Then he loosened his grip as he saw a faint hint of purple. The Tree, was a rather good sized tree. For what he could see, the lower branches were inches from the high clinging mist whereas the rest of the trees had most of their branches below. It stood straight up and it’s bark had a deep violet hue. There were a few areas that were bare, displaying the trees real color; a nice vibrant purple.
Up on the lowest branch, peering down on them was an upside down head. Two large gold eyes stared at them within gray mottled feathers. Crrrhwweww, the head spoke from its pointed black beak. More of it’s body became visible as it edged over for a better view. Gray and black with hints of white. Head upside down with it’s body bent. It’s like someone had stepped on a toy owl and all attempts to fix it made it worse. It opened it’s wings. One seemed fine enough for flight, while the other twisted forward and then back. So instead of gracefully flying down it half fell, half hovered down towards them.
Cackrrrwhew! Came the sound of it’s strange screech. Tiny feathers leapt from it’s body as it managed to land right on Tempest’s head and began to claw at him. As he tried to defend himself, Tempest let go of Flora. Immediately she began to laugh and started to fly off. Unfortunately for her, she got tangled in what seemed like a spider web at first. As she stopped struggling with it, gave up and actually looked at her bindings; she realized that wasn’t the case. “Oh fairy winkle…” She silently cursed under her breath.
Tempest glared at her, but said nothing. Instead, he tightened his grip a little bit. Flora gasped out as she got squished a tad more. Then he loosened his grip as he saw a faint hint of purple. The Tree, was a rather good sized tree. For what he could see, the lower branches were inches from the high clinging mist whereas the rest of the trees had most of their branches below. It stood straight up and it’s bark had a deep violet hue. There were a few areas that were bare, displaying the trees real color; a nice vibrant purple.
Up on the lowest branch, peering down on them was an upside down head. Two large gold eyes stared at them within gray mottled feathers. Crrrhwweww, the head spoke from its pointed black beak. More of it’s body became visible as it edged over for a better view. Gray and black with hints of white. Head upside down with it’s body bent. It’s like someone had stepped on a toy owl and all attempts to fix it made it worse. It opened it’s wings. One seemed fine enough for flight, while the other twisted forward and then back. So instead of gracefully flying down it half fell, half hovered down towards them.
Cackrrrwhew! Came the sound of it’s strange screech. Tiny feathers leapt from it’s body as it managed to land right on Tempest’s head and began to claw at him. As he tried to defend himself, Tempest let go of Flora. Immediately she began to laugh and started to fly off. Unfortunately for her, she got tangled in what seemed like a spider web at first. As she stopped struggling with it, gave up and actually looked at her bindings; she realized that wasn’t the case. “Oh fairy winkle…” She silently cursed under her breath.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Chapter Break 3
Blargh... So much stuff going on right now. I have no ambition whatsoever at the moment. @.@
I've been trying to get myself amped up to do more writing, but I have a lot of irl stuff going on and it's getting in the way.
Anyways, here's a picture of White Glory. I love drawing dragons and been told that I'm rather good at drawing dragons. Nonetheless, our witty little dragon is smaller then she may appear in the picture. As described in the story. She's only the size of a cat. :3 I realized when comparing the two pictures I have of her that I seemed to add a crest to her chest when there wasn't one beforehand. Ah well.. I kind of like it this way. :P I seem to put her in this mundane little pose, but it works.
I've been trying to get myself amped up to do more writing, but I have a lot of irl stuff going on and it's getting in the way.
Anyways, here's a picture of White Glory. I love drawing dragons and been told that I'm rather good at drawing dragons. Nonetheless, our witty little dragon is smaller then she may appear in the picture. As described in the story. She's only the size of a cat. :3 I realized when comparing the two pictures I have of her that I seemed to add a crest to her chest when there wasn't one beforehand. Ah well.. I kind of like it this way. :P I seem to put her in this mundane little pose, but it works.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Chapter 3 (part six)
Before the white feathered dragon could respond, another voice interrupted them both. It wasn’t all that loud, but it was audible enough for them to make it out, “What are you doing here!?!”
They both looked around. They saw nothing but the mist and bits of vegetation. Within a few minutes; something whizzed by Tempest’s head and bounced off the now recognizable gravestone. He became alert as he tried to find out what it was. However, before he got the chance another zoomed near the underside of one of Glory’s wings. Both of their attentions had been heightened as they no longer searched for what swept by them, but where they were coming from. They seemed to look wide-eyed in the same direction as the same voice called out to them, “Right here! You filthy human!”
A small four inch object flew a few feet in front of them. When they focused in on it, they could see it in more detail. It was a very small woman with a bow and arrow equivalent to her size. She wore an outfit similar to a green sweater and lighter green sweatpants. Even more is that there were two blurs, one positioned on either side around her back and shoulders, which could suggest rapid and simultaneously flapping wings. She was readying another arrow. They looked so tiny and harmless. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. As soon as she released the arrow into the air it suddenly grew in size. Right between the duo’s heads.
“Get out! Get out! Get out!” The little fairy screamed in her pipsqueak voice. Angrily, she began to draw her bow again. This time, however, White Glory preempted her. She launched herself from Tempest’s shoulder and lunged forward. Ready to catch the fairy in her jaws. The tiny woman dodged her, but dropped her arrow in the process. Tempest took advantage of the situation and swatted at her with his hand. “Ow!” She exclaimed as she went crashing into a tuft of long grass. She was a little shook up, but she managed to lift her head out of the grass to yell at them, “ What’d you do that for?”
“You attacked us first.” Tempest remarked as he towered over her like a concrete skyscraper.
The little woman skewed her face in argument, “Of course I did! You’re trespassing!”
“Actually we’re just passing through.” He knelt down towards her offering his hand for her to climb on.
She turned her head to refuse the offer, “Yeah right! People rarely step foot in this forest. Even if they do, they don’t usually make it this far.”
“Even if they do..” He repeated and pointed at the gravestone, “Would they end up like that?”
“That…” The tiny one trailed of for a moment and then her face blurred with anger, “That’s none of your business! Pesky humans! Always sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong! You.. You… You’re gonna pay for this!”
With that she lept up, letting her little wings carry her up. She reached into a bag at her hip. White Glory was flying around while this mini conversation was being held. She took notice of the fairy’s movements and dived forward just as the little one was about to toss the bag’s contents.
Tempest didn’t realized what happened at first. All he remembers was the fairy rising up and then a white blur in front of him. Not too soon after there was a mushroom floating in front of him. It had a golden top and a white stalk. It fell with a slight thud on the ground between the two. The fairy’s angry face didn’t waiver, “Argh! Stupid dragon!! Shouldn’t have gotten in the way!”
He quickly grabbed her. “What did you do?” He furiously asked.
“I was aiming for you, you numbskull. It’s not my fault that white pest got in my way.”
“What did you do!” He demanded this time, squeezing her slightly.
“Ack!” She exclaimed in a grunted voice, “Okay okay! I sprinkled some of my fairy dust on her. It has random effects. Apparently it decided to turn her into a mushroom.”
“Change her back”
“I can’t. I don’t have the ingredients with me.”
“Change her back!” He squeezed a little harder this time.
“Okay!” She belted out, “I have to go to my village first! The elder there can restore her. However, they don’t take to kindly to trespassers, let alone humans.”
He loosened his grip a bit, “Please. Please, take me there.”
“Are you going to let me go?”
“And risk you flying off? No.”
A great, but tiny sigh arose from her chest. “I guess I’ll have to show you the way then. Behind the gravestone is a thicket. Go straight through there, to the right thirty paces, and past the crooked owl in a purple tree. The owl might call out or may even attack. He’s pretty old and senile, so it can vary. Nonetheless, he’s gonna let the rest of them know we’re here. Then it should be pretty self explanatory from then on out.”
“Okay..” He responded obeying, “if you’re lying to me, then I might as well as take something as reassurance. How about these..” He stripped her of her bow, quiver, and bag. He placed them lightly into his own bag. Then he grabbed Glory mushroom and gently placed her inside as well. He then lifted the fairy so that they were eye level. “What is your name, anyways.”
The little winged woman grunted a bit as if she didn’t want to tell him, but had no choice. “It’s Flora. Can we get going now? My wings are a bit cramped.”
He nodded in return and then followed the path she explained to him.
They both looked around. They saw nothing but the mist and bits of vegetation. Within a few minutes; something whizzed by Tempest’s head and bounced off the now recognizable gravestone. He became alert as he tried to find out what it was. However, before he got the chance another zoomed near the underside of one of Glory’s wings. Both of their attentions had been heightened as they no longer searched for what swept by them, but where they were coming from. They seemed to look wide-eyed in the same direction as the same voice called out to them, “Right here! You filthy human!”
A small four inch object flew a few feet in front of them. When they focused in on it, they could see it in more detail. It was a very small woman with a bow and arrow equivalent to her size. She wore an outfit similar to a green sweater and lighter green sweatpants. Even more is that there were two blurs, one positioned on either side around her back and shoulders, which could suggest rapid and simultaneously flapping wings. She was readying another arrow. They looked so tiny and harmless. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. As soon as she released the arrow into the air it suddenly grew in size. Right between the duo’s heads.
“Get out! Get out! Get out!” The little fairy screamed in her pipsqueak voice. Angrily, she began to draw her bow again. This time, however, White Glory preempted her. She launched herself from Tempest’s shoulder and lunged forward. Ready to catch the fairy in her jaws. The tiny woman dodged her, but dropped her arrow in the process. Tempest took advantage of the situation and swatted at her with his hand. “Ow!” She exclaimed as she went crashing into a tuft of long grass. She was a little shook up, but she managed to lift her head out of the grass to yell at them, “ What’d you do that for?”
“You attacked us first.” Tempest remarked as he towered over her like a concrete skyscraper.
The little woman skewed her face in argument, “Of course I did! You’re trespassing!”
“Actually we’re just passing through.” He knelt down towards her offering his hand for her to climb on.
She turned her head to refuse the offer, “Yeah right! People rarely step foot in this forest. Even if they do, they don’t usually make it this far.”
“Even if they do..” He repeated and pointed at the gravestone, “Would they end up like that?”
“That…” The tiny one trailed of for a moment and then her face blurred with anger, “That’s none of your business! Pesky humans! Always sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong! You.. You… You’re gonna pay for this!”
With that she lept up, letting her little wings carry her up. She reached into a bag at her hip. White Glory was flying around while this mini conversation was being held. She took notice of the fairy’s movements and dived forward just as the little one was about to toss the bag’s contents.
Tempest didn’t realized what happened at first. All he remembers was the fairy rising up and then a white blur in front of him. Not too soon after there was a mushroom floating in front of him. It had a golden top and a white stalk. It fell with a slight thud on the ground between the two. The fairy’s angry face didn’t waiver, “Argh! Stupid dragon!! Shouldn’t have gotten in the way!”
He quickly grabbed her. “What did you do?” He furiously asked.
“I was aiming for you, you numbskull. It’s not my fault that white pest got in my way.”
“What did you do!” He demanded this time, squeezing her slightly.
“Ack!” She exclaimed in a grunted voice, “Okay okay! I sprinkled some of my fairy dust on her. It has random effects. Apparently it decided to turn her into a mushroom.”
“Change her back”
“I can’t. I don’t have the ingredients with me.”
“Change her back!” He squeezed a little harder this time.
“Okay!” She belted out, “I have to go to my village first! The elder there can restore her. However, they don’t take to kindly to trespassers, let alone humans.”
He loosened his grip a bit, “Please. Please, take me there.”
“Are you going to let me go?”
“And risk you flying off? No.”
A great, but tiny sigh arose from her chest. “I guess I’ll have to show you the way then. Behind the gravestone is a thicket. Go straight through there, to the right thirty paces, and past the crooked owl in a purple tree. The owl might call out or may even attack. He’s pretty old and senile, so it can vary. Nonetheless, he’s gonna let the rest of them know we’re here. Then it should be pretty self explanatory from then on out.”
“Okay..” He responded obeying, “if you’re lying to me, then I might as well as take something as reassurance. How about these..” He stripped her of her bow, quiver, and bag. He placed them lightly into his own bag. Then he grabbed Glory mushroom and gently placed her inside as well. He then lifted the fairy so that they were eye level. “What is your name, anyways.”
The little winged woman grunted a bit as if she didn’t want to tell him, but had no choice. “It’s Flora. Can we get going now? My wings are a bit cramped.”
He nodded in return and then followed the path she explained to him.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Chapter 3 (part 5)
Traveling East for about a half of day, they arrived at the forest as it hid it’s secrets in the late afternoon light. Shadows littered the heavy undergrowth as a light mist danced amongst the top of the trees. Tempest sat on a stump just a few yards from the forest’s entrance. He opened up a bottle and took a drink. Various wounds he had received from monsters on the way there started to heal. He passed some of it to White Glory, who rested on his shoulder. When they regained their strength, Tempest stood up and faced the entrance.
“So…” Tempest spoke first, “This is the forest of mist…”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure the jewel is in here?”
“Pretty sure”
“So if it’s not here, then I can stop doing this; right?”
She glared at him for a moment, “Fat chance, you’re not getting out of this that easily. Plus, what those two ladies say if you came back empty handed?”
Tempest grumbled.
“Hm? What’s that?” She asked.
“Fine.. I’ll keep looking”
“Good” Her expression lightened, “Time to get lost.”
Now it was Tempest’s turn to glare as they both entered the thick wooded area. As they did, shadows swallowed their existence.
The mist had gotten heavier the more they went in. There were also plenty of monsters that tried to attack them. However, they kept moving on after their momentary battles. Onward through the fog-like mist. It seemed as if they had lost their way. The scenery was starting to copy cat itself, while the mist’s low visibility was no help. It wasn’t until Tempest spotted something several feet away that the aimless wandering seemed to seize.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“What?”
“That.”
“I don’t see anything.”
“Look a bit closer.” He pointed towards the faint outline of what looked like a small stone slab setting vertically.
“I still don’t see anything.” White Glory said assuming he was hallucinating. Tempest sighed and grabbed her from her now hovering position. "Hey!” The little dragon squeaked out as some of her white feathers flew. She struggled against him as he forced her head to his view. Then she finally saw it, “Oooooohhh… there is something there isn’t there?”
“Yes!”
“Okay, okay. Let’s check it out!”
Tempest put a hand to his head and slightly sighed. Nonetheless he followed her lead as she paddled her wings toward their finding.
It was nothing more then a stone slab with small writing on it. The writing was hard to make out, especially when green moss covered parts of it. Tempest kneeled down, but couldn’t make out a single word. He even went as far to remove the moss and uncovered the full text. White Glory perched on his shoulder once again and stared at it intently.
“Any clue what it says?” Tempest asked curiously.
“Yes.. It’s Fairy.. I can’t really make it out all the way.. Let me see if I can piece it together…”
“Okay.”
Her tail twitched ever so slightly as she seemed to be fixated on the stone. Her face furrowed and twisted as various clicks and growls whispered in her throat. “Hmmm…” She muttered.
“Figure it out?”
“I think… I think it says ‘Here is a lost soldier who betrayed the fairies’ or something akin to that.”
“That’s odd…”
“Quite, but in what way?”
“If there’s a grave of someone who betrayed them, then why would they bother making and marking it in the first place?”
“So…” Tempest spoke first, “This is the forest of mist…”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure the jewel is in here?”
“Pretty sure”
“So if it’s not here, then I can stop doing this; right?”
She glared at him for a moment, “Fat chance, you’re not getting out of this that easily. Plus, what those two ladies say if you came back empty handed?”
Tempest grumbled.
“Hm? What’s that?” She asked.
“Fine.. I’ll keep looking”
“Good” Her expression lightened, “Time to get lost.”
Now it was Tempest’s turn to glare as they both entered the thick wooded area. As they did, shadows swallowed their existence.
The mist had gotten heavier the more they went in. There were also plenty of monsters that tried to attack them. However, they kept moving on after their momentary battles. Onward through the fog-like mist. It seemed as if they had lost their way. The scenery was starting to copy cat itself, while the mist’s low visibility was no help. It wasn’t until Tempest spotted something several feet away that the aimless wandering seemed to seize.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“What?”
“That.”
“I don’t see anything.”
“Look a bit closer.” He pointed towards the faint outline of what looked like a small stone slab setting vertically.
“I still don’t see anything.” White Glory said assuming he was hallucinating. Tempest sighed and grabbed her from her now hovering position. "Hey!” The little dragon squeaked out as some of her white feathers flew. She struggled against him as he forced her head to his view. Then she finally saw it, “Oooooohhh… there is something there isn’t there?”
“Yes!”
“Okay, okay. Let’s check it out!”
Tempest put a hand to his head and slightly sighed. Nonetheless he followed her lead as she paddled her wings toward their finding.
It was nothing more then a stone slab with small writing on it. The writing was hard to make out, especially when green moss covered parts of it. Tempest kneeled down, but couldn’t make out a single word. He even went as far to remove the moss and uncovered the full text. White Glory perched on his shoulder once again and stared at it intently.
“Any clue what it says?” Tempest asked curiously.
“Yes.. It’s Fairy.. I can’t really make it out all the way.. Let me see if I can piece it together…”
“Okay.”
Her tail twitched ever so slightly as she seemed to be fixated on the stone. Her face furrowed and twisted as various clicks and growls whispered in her throat. “Hmmm…” She muttered.
“Figure it out?”
“I think… I think it says ‘Here is a lost soldier who betrayed the fairies’ or something akin to that.”
“That’s odd…”
“Quite, but in what way?”
“If there’s a grave of someone who betrayed them, then why would they bother making and marking it in the first place?”
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Chapter 3 (part 4)
As Tempest gathered his gear from his room he stared once more at the mounted sword. “Father..” he muttered and reached for the sword’s hilt once again. The closer he got to it the more he shook, “I.. I still can’t.” He put his hand to his head and sighed. Quickly grabbing the rest the gear he got out of the room as quickly as he could.
Everything was ready for the journey. Tempest had said goodbye to Gust and Gale as they saw him off. He had hefted the bundle Gale had made over his shoulder. It was a small one, but had the things necessary for a long quest. A few blankets and pillows, a skin of water, some bread and cheese, various herbs, and an extra purse for money if he wound up filling the other one. White Glory hovered beside him as he started to walk. “So where are we going to go first?” he asked.
“East.. Into the forest. I have a feeling that one of the jewels may be hidden there.” she responded determined.
“The forest of mist? Where the fairies are said to live?”
“Yes… That’s the one.”
“I hope your hunch is right, because not even the lowest cut throat merchant dares to pass through there. Especially when bandits are even more frightened then they are.”
A strange pitched noise came from White Glory’s throat. It was almost as if she was laughing. Tempest could not tell, her dragon noises collided with her speaking too much for him to know for sure. She then flicked her tail and flew a bit forward as they picked up a few more supplies from town. They were fully on their way.
Everything was ready for the journey. Tempest had said goodbye to Gust and Gale as they saw him off. He had hefted the bundle Gale had made over his shoulder. It was a small one, but had the things necessary for a long quest. A few blankets and pillows, a skin of water, some bread and cheese, various herbs, and an extra purse for money if he wound up filling the other one. White Glory hovered beside him as he started to walk. “So where are we going to go first?” he asked.
“East.. Into the forest. I have a feeling that one of the jewels may be hidden there.” she responded determined.
“The forest of mist? Where the fairies are said to live?”
“Yes… That’s the one.”
“I hope your hunch is right, because not even the lowest cut throat merchant dares to pass through there. Especially when bandits are even more frightened then they are.”
A strange pitched noise came from White Glory’s throat. It was almost as if she was laughing. Tempest could not tell, her dragon noises collided with her speaking too much for him to know for sure. She then flicked her tail and flew a bit forward as they picked up a few more supplies from town. They were fully on their way.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Good News
I've been in a productive mood lately. So I will most likely be starting up the posts again. However, I want to wait till I have chapter six finished and I just finished Chapter three the rest of the way so far. @.<
Hopefully It won't be too long, but I estmate a couple more weeks yet.
Sorry for the mass delay.
Hopefully It won't be too long, but I estmate a couple more weeks yet.
Sorry for the mass delay.
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