by ~ShadowsInTheNight~ » Mon Nov 21, 2011 1:04 pm
((again, writing my story. Link is in my siggy under "The Dark Moon"))
Upstairs, wind rattled the window, giving the bedroom an eerie feeling. Kiernan lay on the bed, unmoving, and so pale that she was the color of fresh snow. Outside a window, a dark figure loomed, a hand resting delicately on the glass. The hand was long and bony, yet somehow elegant. It reached down, sliding the window up and coming in. The figure, a man, walked up to the bed, touching her cheek. It was cold and lifeless. He lifted his hand, glancing at the door.
The man was quite tall and thin, with sharp features. Even his ears were pointed, and his eyes, his eyes were a golden honey color that glittered whether there was light or not. His hair was a bright blonde, almost white, and fell down his back, with tiny braids scattered through it. He wore clothes that seemed very old fashioned, and boots that laced up to his knees. A long, elegant silver knife hung from his belt, and a dark green cloak was slung over one shoulder. Surely, he was very beautiful, enough so to distract any girl and capture her attention.
The man’s attention turned back to Kiernan, and he bent down again to touch her mouth with his fingers. Color drained back into her face as she gasped silently. He held his finger up to his lips in a gesture of silence.
“Who are you?” she asked quietly, sitting up.
He bowed, smirking. “Lorethan Devin Oultoruis, Crown Prince of the Elven Court, but you may simply call me Loren.”
“Elves? Are you on something? How did you even get into my room?!” Kiernan demanded, narrowing her eyes.
“Quiet! Your brother and mate must not know I am here.” She started to interrupt him, but he cut her off, continuing, “I came through the window. We must leave, you’re in terrible danger.” Loren stepped forward, grabbing her wrist.
“Oh please, terrible danger? I could do better than that!” Kiernan fiercely whispered.
“Yes, you are! You stopped breathing for a full 15 minutes, and somehow you went nine years without changing, then once you finally do, you feel no after effects except the fact that your abilities are rapidly manifesting.” He raised his eyebrows, and then glanced back at the door, saying something in another language she assumed was Elvin. He turned back to her. “Go into the bathroom and turn on the water, your mate is getting suspicious.”
Kiernan followed his instructions, and then promptly began to peel her blood-stained, mud covered shirt off. Loren swore in Elvin, looking back at her.
“What are you doing?” he asked, surprised.
Kiernan didn’t answer for a moment, throwing the shirt into the garbage. “I might as well take a shower, I’m filthy.” Loren just stared at her, shaking his head as he turned.
“Hurry.” Was all he said as she shut the bathroom door. About 15 minutes later, she walked out wrapped in a fluffy white towel. She walked into her closet, scanning the hangers for something to wear. Finally, she walked back out with dark shinny jeans, combat boots, and a lacy black tank top.
Loren shook his head, looking at the outfit she had picked out. “Female Elven, Werewolves, Human, they’re all the same.” He sighed.
Kiernan giggled, walking into the bathroom to change. A few minutes later, she walked out, braiding her hair. “There, what now?”
“This.” He grabbed her hand, saying, “Close your eyes.” Once she did so, he opened an Elven Path in the air, and stepped through, walking out into a lush jungle. “This is the main Elven City. I would tell you the name, but it’s in Elvin…” he smiled.
Kiernan gasped, looking around. The homes were amazing. They were literally growing in the massive trees. In the distance, she could see a large tree, hundreds of times wider than the others. “What’s that?” she asked.
“The castle. This whole city is based in the Amazon Rainforest, except that it’s charmed so that you can only find it if you’re with an Elf.” Loren led her inside the castle, letting her enjoy the view.
“Wow.”