{Sam's Dumping Grounds}

[Ranger of the North]

What a devastating predicament
y u b so cruel ;.;

How's Lucian pronounced, btw? Loo-shən or loo-cən? Or something else lol?

[sammmy]

What a devastating predicament
y u b so cruel ;.;

How's Lucian pronounced, btw? Loo-shən or loo-cən? Or something else lol?

Ahh I'm sorry! I just can't stop writing sad things :3 and I have been pronouncing it loo-cən in my head but I suppose it can be either really. Whatever you like better xD

[Ranger of the North]

He he, oki doke XP

[sammmy]

Word Count: 1,112
Other: Whoops another sad one :3


The young girl wasn’t more than 12. Her hair lay in waves all the way down to her hips and hung limply, lacking the life and bounce it once held. It was lit up oddly by the warm glow of the sun and the beams caused a halo of light to form around her head. She didn’t deserve this. Even the heavens thought so. Her deep, navy blue eyes travelled the crowd nervously as she walked down the carpeted isle. I noticed, with a dark irony, that it was almost like she was getting married. I also picked up on the fact that her hair was messy, tangled and hardly brushed, and her cheeks were stained with tears. There was a sudden lurch in my heart and I wanted desperately to race through the crowd, and hug her until she no longer felt the pain. I knew she wanted nothing more than to leave.

The crowd seemed oblivious to her unkept appearance and cheered rather loudly as she continued towards the stairs. Their excitement must have made her more anxious, because I watched as she reached up and began to move the charm of her necklace up and down it’s chain. It was an action I had seen her perform on many occasions out of habit. However, she must have realized what she was doing, because she quickly pulled her hand away from her silver charm and held it by her side. In searching the crowd, her deep blue eyes locked with mine and for only a moment, she allowed the terror seep into them. I gave her my best reassuring smile but I knew she would notice my lack of excitement. She was good at noticing things like that. She was so observant, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she noticed even the look of apprehension I was trying so hard to mask.

I noticed her take a deep breath before looking away from me and beginning her assent up the carpeted stairs. The dark red carpet seemed to share my anxiety. It seemed to know what was coming, for it just happened to be the dark gleaming shade of blood. The crowd was so excited, no one at all seemed to notice the carpet’s prediction. Ara was watching the carpet carefully as well, and I briefly wondered if she felt the same foreboding atmosphere that I felt.

After what seemed like forever, she finally reached the top of the blood stairs and turned to face the crowd. Her butler, and the crowner, began to speak.

“We have gathered here today to witness the crowning of our young new queen, Miss Arabelle Kinsley Maethadis.” His tone was formal, but he, unlike the rest of the crowd, seemed just as anxious as Ara and I.

For some reason, that gave me comfort. It didn’t matter though, what he, I or Ara thought, because the three of us knew that this was what had to be done.

Ara stared into the crowd, looking at no one in particular, as the butler, Soren, turned his back and lifted the queen’s crown, now Ara’s crown, off the velvety red pedestal where it sat. As he turned back and raised it into the air, the cloudy blue stone that was placed in the very center twinkled brightly. Rays of sunlight bounced off of it and cascaded down into the giddy group of people that surrounded me. Ara raised her chin high but there was sorrow held deep in her twilight eyes as Soren brought the crown down and placed it gently in her tangled hair. His eyes, I noticed, held the same dysphoria that I felt.

I had known Soren for a long time. I knew that he had thought the same thing I thought. Ara was much too young to carry the responsibility of queen, but there was nothing either of us could do. It was too late.

When the crown was nestled perfectly on her golden hair, there was a collective awe that swept over the group of excited citizens. An eerie hush fell upon the scene. It made me nervous, though I doubt any of the towns people felt the same way. Before the hush could be lifted, a low growl erupted and the ground beneath my feet began to shake. I knew it wasn’t just some normal earthquake. I glanced up at the top of the stairs to see Ara, arms extended in an effort to keep her balance, with a terrified look filling her eyes. Behind her, Soren was glancing around with a wild gaze and within seconds, his sea blue stare locked with mine. He gave me one small nod but terror loomed in every feature on his face.

I knew what it meant. Before I could think, I was pushing people aside and climbing the steps two at a time to reach the place where Ara and Soren stood. I grabbed Ara’s hand as Soren grabbed mine and we began to sprint towards the treeline that grew not far away. When we reached the edge of the trees, I turned around for only a moment. What I saw was a scene that would be forever ingrained into my memory. The scene that would keep me up at night or wake me up with nightmares so vivid I could feel the panic flooding through them. The red carpet that held the prophecy of blood only minutes ago was now pooling with real blood. The blood of the towns people I had known. Blood of people I had helped. Blood of people I had cared about. Blood of people I loved. Blood of people I had tried so hard to save…people were screaming. I could see it. I could see their faces frozen in fear. I couldn’t hear them though. The ground rumbled so loudly under my feet I couldn’t hear anything at all. It seemed oddly quiet. The silence was almost peaceful except that it burned with the noiseless cries of everyone I had ever known or loved. Except for 2 people.

My new queen, and her butler. The man I loved. That was all I had left. The battle had come and I knew I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop the beasts that most thought were only a myth. I knew better. My old king and queen had died trying to save the people this town held. It didn’t matter though, because they were dying right in front of my eyes anyways. But you know what they say, what the old king and queen used to always tell people, tell me, tell Ara; the show must go on…

[Ranger of the North]

Well you didn't kill Ara.
(Or the main character, for that matter XD)
So I'm more very, very, very curious than devastated which is nice for a change XP

[sammmy]

Well you didn't kill Ara.
(Or the main character, for that matter XD)
So I'm more very, very, very curious than devastated which is nice for a change XP

Hehe whoops don't be so sure...I'm in the middle of writing a part two and well, let's just say I don't think you'll be very happy with me...

[sammmy]

Word Count: 1,214
Other: Oops I made myself sad with this one xc So this comes after "The show must go on..." And well the caretaker is the main character in the other story. Now I definitely need to go do homework :3


He was a rugged man. Most would consider him handsome, but he hardly seemed to notice. For he cared to much about the little girl. It was sweet really, the girl had pretty much grown up as his own daughter. At least, in this new world she had. She was all he had left anyhow, and he was all she had left. They had nothing, together. When everything had begun, she was only 12 and though she was now 17, and you could have hardly called her little, the man never ceased to call her his little girl. Even if she wasn’t biologically his. It didn’t matter. Nor did the girl mind.

Soren had watched her grow up in the kingdom and had pretty much been around more than her own parents. And though he may have only been a butler, no one could dare classify him as the average butler. He would never been seen sporting a tuxedo for one, and he was more like an old family friend of the royal family. He was never treated as anything less then equal by any of them and perhaps that’s why it was so easy for him to call Arabelle is own daughter. Most of the towns people wondering how he could possibly be unwed with the looks and personality he had, but Soren had only ever loved once. And it was after everything happened. It hadn’t lasted long.

“Soren, you need to take Ara and run,” said she, the night that the terrible incident occurred.

At this point, Ara had aged into almost a young woman at just shy of 16. She had grown up beautiful and elegant, but tough and brave. She had courage that surpassed anyone Soren had ever met, but it was not her he loved. He could never, she was a daughter to him, but another worker for the king and queen. She had been the official caretaker for young Ara. He had been friends with her since he began working for the king and queen. But they had been living in this horrid world for almost 4 years. It hadn’t taken long for Soren to realize his feelings for her.

Her, him and Ara were constantly moving. Trying to save people from the beasts that ruled over the land. A lot of the time they succeeded and a lot of the time they managed to evacuate towns before the beasts could arrive. This time, they hadn’t been so lucky. They crept along the forest’s edge until they saw what was happening. She stopped dead and Soren and Ara came to a halt just behind her. Through the cracks of the cobbled stone streets, blood trickled and swam, staining the once elegantly coloured grey. Something inside her just snapped. Soren pulled lightly on her sleeve and spoke.

“Come on. There’s nothing we can do for them now.” He said softly.

She however, had a different idea. She continued to stare blankly, almost unseeing at the screaming innocent people. Then, in only a moment, she whipped around and spoke her final words.

“Soren, you need to take Ara and run.”

Then, before Soren could grab her, she was rushing off into the town that was in the process of being destroyed. It all happened so quickly that Soren didn’t even have time to call out, before she flung her body over a girl who looked remarkably like Ara, and one of the beasts sunk it’s claws into her back. The action managed to give the young girl enough time to escape and Soren never found out if the young Ara look-a-like had survived, but he frankly didn’t care. He was too busy watching the only woman he ever loved, be torn apart right in front of his eyes.

He screamed and struggled, but Ara was strong and she held him back with every ounce of muscle she had, though tears were streaming down her own cheeks in rivers.

Soren never stopped having nightmares about that day. He would wake up night after night screaming and soaked to the bone in sweat. It didn’t matter how much Ara tried to comfort him, the nightmares never went away. Never even dimmed. He became isolated, and though he still protected Ara with his life, he seemed to forget that she too had witnessed the death of her caretaker. That she was as much a part of Ara’s life as his. He failed to connect and he withdrew almost completely. Ara had never felt more alone.

Of course, Soren didn’t know this, because he became terrified to sleep. Terrified of what would await him if sleep did come. Perhaps he was less observant this specific day due to his lack of sleep the night before, perhaps him and Ara were simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time. It didn’t really matter much.

The forest was quiet this day. It normally was, but this was different. The forest was dead. Not a bird sang. Nor did a bee buzz. There was only an eerie silence that clung to everything like soaking piece of cloth. Uncomfortable and skin tight. Soren didn’t notice, though he was usually quick to pick up on things like that. Ara did notice, but she refrained from telling him, for fear that she may upset him. Maybe that was her mistake.

Ara and Soren were doing their daily walk of the perimeter around their camping grounds when the air became suddenly chilling. Frost erupted on nearby plants and a bitter cold nipped hungrily at their exposed skin. Then, from behind Soren, Ara screamed. It was a blood curdling scream that echoed through the deafening silence of the trees. When Soren turned around, one of the beasts stood towering over him with nostrils flaring and Soren’s little queen hanging limply from it’s jaws.

Soren’s eyes grew wide in terror. The beasts weren’t supposed to come in the forest. They weren’t supposed to be able to come into the forest. With a yell of pure hatred, Soren raised his gun and shot the beast straight through the center of it’s forehead, yet the beast simply grunted in annoyance before dropping the young girl and taking off bounding into the woods.

Soren dropped to his knees beside his little girl, tears already streaming down his cheeks. A scarlet red spread dangerously through the white blouse she had been wearing and her eyes were delicately closed. Soren felt her neck for a pulse, but all he felt was one last faint beat before nothing. He buried his head in her golden hair and his body wracked with uncontrollable sobs. All the nightmares he had dreamt every night, all the time he had spent shutting her out, all the fear and loss and guilt he had felt came bubbling up to the surface in one giant tidal wave.

He couldn’t move, he couldn’t think, all he could do was keep his face buried in her tangles of gold and hope that she would breath, though he knew she wouldn’t. Through sobs of pain and grief, he managed to mutter something into her hair and people say, though it has never been confirmed, that his final words to her were;

“I can’t lose you. My little queen…”

[Ranger of the North]

Aaaah poor thems :'c

[blackbird.]

no you can't just do that
the poor souls now i feel sad for them :c

[sammmy]

no you can't just do that
the poor souls now i feel sad for them :c

Aaaah poor thems :'c

I'm sorry! :c