.:: Running Away ::. [comments welcome!]

[wonderfullyphicotic]

(( that's ok I'm sure it will be great!))

[jessamina.]

Alright, thanks =]

Here's the next part of Chapter 1...
Sorry, I'm not really sure of the names of the characters yet [accepting suggestions] and so I'm just gonna type, "he," or "she" whatever.

.:: Δʋтʋми'ƨ Ɯяɛαтн ::.

Chapter 1

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He woke up with a start.

He could still hear the cries of war and death. The agony of the deaths that had yet to heal. The clashing of metal against metal, and the dull thud of a mace against a shield.

His own heart beating in his ears.

He got up with some difficulty, remembering a fresh, long cut around the back of his right palm. His right hand was rendered useless due to the layers of bandage to staunch the bleeding, fortunately, he was left-handed. Whoever did the damage to him died same night, he was sure. Damn elves. Although the cut wasn't too deep, it'll most likely leave him with an ugly scar.

They lost a number of good men, and thanks to his skills at wielding a sword, he was considered lucky to be alive. He tugged on a simple, long-sleeved tunic. At least he could dress himself using his good hand. His slightly long ashy blond hair seemed ragged and his icy blue eyes looked bored. He used to be called an elf because all elves have blond hair. Why, just the other day, he was nearly killed on the battlefield because his comrade thought he was one of them. Poor him. But he knew that he would be promoted to knighthood soon, with his prowess in battle. And of course, the king was his childhood and best friend.

Though there had been rumors that the war will end prematurely. The serfs and the peasants of course, were happy, because they can continue on to their lives without the fear of being attacked. The higher officials and some of the knights thought that the war couldn't simply end like that. The elves must pay. Rumor has it that the king's half-sister was to arrive, and she was an elf. Are they seriously thinking to bring an elf inside the castle of Ravenbaum just for the sake of stopping the war? Well, honestly, he was glad that the century-long war will finally have an end, but oh, the poor soul of that elven woman. It's going to be like, a death sentence for her, surely.

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Gah, I'm so sorry this is short! I was writing the next part when I was interrupted, so for the meantime, here it is! Enjoy.

Sorry if it sucks.

[wonderfullyphicotic]

(( it's good though it is short. Anyway I think for the name you could use Fredrick or something like that because it sounds good and isn't to hard to remember.))

[jessamina.]

I'm thinking of a more medieval name [if it isn't]. And something fancy XD

And I might edit a huge chunk of the previous writing soon, since after writing it and I went to bed, the best ideas came to me, but when I woke up in the morning I can't even remember it...

EDIT: Anyway, the part 3 of Chapter 1 would be in the King's perspective.

[wonderfullyphicotic]

((sweet hope you remember the ideas and Fredrick might be a midevil name I don't know i shall go check!))

[jessamina.]

Hmm, I do remember some of them, but I will have to erase the whole, previous writing in order to incorporate it... XD

[Hukkelberry]

I like it.

[wonderfullyphicotic]

Noooo do not erase then they will be all confusing to people and I like it

[jessamina.]

I like it.

Thank you!

Noooo do not erase then they will be all confusing to people and I like it

Alright, since you're the readers, then I guess I'll just follow you XD
I'll just insert the ideas somewhere in the next parts/chapters. I will make the next part soon, maybe tomorrow, or next week, or someday, since I have to study for an upcoming test...

Anyway, here's a very random piece of poetry.

Blue, purple
And silver dyes
make up the rich
velvet skies.

The crescent blade of
the moon drifts be-
hind the clouds too
soon.
Musical notes sung by a lark, blooms
that open in the dark.

Whispers carried by the
wind, untold tales spun
by the night, so don’t ever
blink.
Reflections played by
the lake, still remains the same
as of late.
The moon’s opalescent
face, mirrored by the ripples at the water’s
surface.
As the evening moves on, the darkness
disappears as the first rays of sunlight shine on.

When the bats retreat to their roosts,
The moon waits for yet another
advent.

Sorry if it's so messy and all. It's a shape poem in the shape of the moon. I copy-pasted this from MS word in the shape of the moon, so the lines and stanzas are a wreck. I made it for my English project. Actually, it was a group project, but they dumped this on me.

I know it sucks, there isn't much variation on sentence structures, and the last lines were an epic fail... I tried to rhyme words in the first lines, but I'm not a really good poet, and I made it the the wee hours of the night and it was due tomorrow. I could've made a free verse poem, but I really wanted to impress my teacher, but I guess I failed...

[wonderfullyphicotic]

((it's not good as your story but it's bound to get you an A))