Waste
08-14-2009, 04:38 PM
A pure fantasy story.
One.
He was running down a cobbled street, houses rising on either side of him. His heavy boots thudded against the cobbles and his black cape streamed behind him. At least five boys were chasing after him as he ran, throwing insults and sparks. Roen smiled widely as he threw himself into another street, enjoying the chase, he was faster than anyone else he knew.
He pushed his thick, spiked blonde hair from his eyes as he made his way down a busier street, people jumped aside and threw their own angry words at him. He may have been a prince but the publics respect had left him long ago. High above he heard the call of his twin sister’s avion as it soared above the city so that she could keep an eye on him.
Ali was seated in the saddle that had been specially made to fit her avion, a giant white bird like creature with a long neck and massive wings ideal for transport, she had had her’s since it’s birth and often rode it across the skies of their land. All of this because you stood up for that peasant girl. Ali thought, shaking her head as she urged Racer to fly closer to the tops of the houses. The wind ripped at her loose clothes as if trying to pull them from her, using one hand to hold onto Racers neck she pulled her cloak around herself with the other.
Ali watched as Roen entered the zone that was off limits to the public, knowing that he had done so on purpose, why run when you can so easily fight? The whole chase had simply been designed to get the bullies away from crowded areas where their fight could not hurt civilians. Ali pressed her knees into Racer’s sides and his whole body tilted as he dived towards her brother and followed him through the ruins of the city; all of the buildings there had slid to the edge, where the land abruptly stopped. It was a dangerous place to come to but at least it would save civilians from getting hurt.
Roen suddenly stopped running, he was in a deserted street, ruined houses raised either side of him and about ten or twelve feet behind him the land ended, giving way to the abyss. The five teenagers looked up as Ali swung herself off of Racer and dropped to the floor, landing in an easy crouch, her cloak falling neatly around her as she stood and pushed her thick halo of golden hair from her face, with a black gloved hand.
She surveyed the scene, the five ‘bullies’ were in fact well known sons of rich lords, dressed in finery, each holding a sword with a golden hilt. Roen had his own sword drawn but not raised; its tip was digging into the ground as he leant on the hilt, a lazy expression on his pale face. He examined his finely filed nails and merely glanced up when his sister landed beside him. His hair also fell around his face as a shock of fine gold; it was shorter at the back and stuck out in different directions. Ali’s hair cascaded as a golden waterfall to the centre of her back.
The two really were very similar, as twins it would be expected of them, they both had the same pointed chin, the high cheek bones, and the grey eyes that run in the Silverstone family. Their hair was thick and framed their faces like golden halos, their skin pale and unblemished; they were everything that the children of a king should be, except maybe a little more adventurous and too into hanging out with the youths of the city.
Roland, son of Lord and Lady Celt, a dark haired boy with a rather handsome face but a bad attitude when it came to those less well off than him, was the first to speak. “Need your sister to fight your battles, Prince?”
Roen smirked but said nothing; his calculating grey eyes flicked other the youths then around the small street he had stopped in. Behind him was where the city ended, where everything ended. The idea of being so close to the edge frightened him a little, he didn’t like heights and the idea of falling from them, he had no idea how Ali had the courage to ride around on Racer.
“His battles are my battles.” Ali said softly, a spark of menace in her eyes, a few of the boys had collected LiF energy in their palms, they were trying to do it secretly but Ali was instinctively drawn to the green glow of the energy, she slid a glance to her brother and knew that he was waiting for their attack.
Above them Racer gave his pounding caw and Ali winced, all she needed was that dumb bird to draw attention to this. She put two fingers to her lips and whistled, the bird wheeled around, brilliant amber eyes piercing into its master. “Away.” She signalled with her hand and the bird soared a little higher then put on a burst of speed and disappeared amongst some low lying cloud. He would entertain himself around the city until she called for him.
“Roland.” Roen’s voice was just as soft as Ali’s, maybe a little deeper, “You have been causing trouble around here for too long.”
Roland rolled his broad shoulders. “I have.” He nodded, smirking at his friends who joined in with the nodding and added a chuckle here and there.
“It’s time you stopped.”
Roland formed his mouth into a small ‘o’ faking fear “Is that a command? Your majesty.”
“Well yes,” Roen pretended to be ignorant of Roland’s sarcasm as he finally straightened up and gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to raise it when the time came, Ali felt the spark of LiF’s energy light in his palm as if she were holding it in her own. “Come on then.”
The last word left his mouth just as all five of his opponents threw out their hands, sending the sparks they had collected flying towards Ali and Roen. Ali jumped to her brothers side as he slashed his hand across the front of his body a shield of shimmering green coming from it to block the attack and leave the twins unharmed. He reversed the direction of his hand so that he could collect both the shield and the enemy sparks, and then took Ali’s hand. She felt the jolt of the energy race through her as she pulled her hand away so that a green disc formed between them. Roen let go of it and Ali span, throwing it at the five, taking one out.
Roland had moved quickly and now stood a few feet from Roen, lashing out with his sword, Roen parried the blow. Ali was at his side both of her short swords drawn; she twirled them once and then lunged to block one of the other boy’s attacks on Roen, the one she had hit with the spark was lying unconscious now so that left four for the twins to fight. Two each.
Roland and his rather large red haired friend were standing either side of Roen, both attacking with their swords. Roen was using his sword to parry the larger ones attacks and deflecting Roland’s with LiF energy. He moved quickly, light on his feet despite the heavy boots, he was obviously more skilled than them, but then again the twins were renowned for their skills in the art of battle and sparks.
Ali had put herself between the other two and her brother and was fighting gracefully, her swords sliding off of theirs, making it seem as if the blows they gave were only glancing ones, weak and unskilled. They were both obviously annoyed as they tried to beat away at her, one resorting to holding his sword with both hands to add more strength. The blows from him jarred her a little but not enough to really tarnish her technique.
She noticed that Roen’s opponents had changed their method of attack; as Roland stepped back to catch his breath and then came at Roen with a fresh set of blows, leaving the larger boy to then step away whilst Roen had to concentrate on Roland’s new intensity. When Roland began to wear out the larger boy would step in with a little more energy, giving Roen no time to breath. It was not long before this took it’s toll on the prince, his breathing was soon coming in heavy gasps and his brow thick with sweat.
Ali finally managed to nick one of her opponents arms, the pain distracted him and she quickly fuelled a spark around her fist, throwing it into the boys chest causing him to stumble back into one of the buildings. The wall he hit was so unstable that it shook a little as the boy fell into it and then slid down to a seated position, trying to catch his breath. She sheathed one of her swords as a sudden idea came to her, she parried the other boys blow and quickly slipped away from him running a few feet towards the edge so that she could get a clear shot at the building behind Roland.
She built the energy up in her palm, acting quickly as her one remaining opponent was running at her, she fired a large spark at the base of the wall behind Roland and it shuddered then began to fall towards the three boys, she turned just in time to parry a blow, but lost her balance and fell back just as the wall hit the floor.
Roland and the larger boy were lying on the ground where they had jumped to avoid the wall, Roen however was standing, the tip of his sword against the back of Roland’s neck as he smiled in triumph, his eyes flicked up to where Ali sat, her sword raised above her where the boys was pressing against hers, neither of them could relax their swords for fear of the other taking advantage of the lapse and following up with a fatal blow. Roen raised a thin brow then opened his mouth to say something when something below his feet rumbled.
All of the teenagers froze as the rumble came again, and then the ground beneath them pitched, throwing Ali into the air, her sword spinning free of her hand as the boy she had been locked with stumbled and landed beside her, hitting his head he gave a groan and then went limp as he passed out.
“Ali!” Roen shouted as he sheathed his own sword and tried to go to her. The ground moved again, making Roen stumble and Ali’s efforts to get to her feet worthless, where she sat the ground was shaking; the other boys were on their feet and running back towards the main part of the city, leaving their friend behind. “Ali get away from the edge!”
“I can’t leave him!” Ali shouted back, she had her arms around the abandoned boy as she tried to wake him up. She rose to her knees as the ground around her began to crack and then fall, she dived towards the stable ground, just catching the edge of it with one of her hands, holding the boy around his chest with her other arm, she watched as her sword fell into the darkness below, the light glinting off of its blade until it fell too far for light to penetrate and disappeared from her view.
“Roan!” she screamed, he was there in seconds, his hands holding her arm and trying to pull her up. “Take him.” She said, using all her strength to lift the boy a little higher. The hand that clutched the ledge was bleeding from where she was trying to dig her fingers into the cobbles to get a better hold.
“I won’t let go of you.” Roan refused to take him.
“I need to whistle for Racer.” Tears were streaming the twins faces, “Take him Roan.”
“I can’t. I can’t let go of you.”
Her arms were beginning to ache; she wasn’t sure how long she could hold on to the boy and the land. Roan would not be strong enough to hold the two of them on his own so she had to hold onto Atlias, she wasn’t ready to die and she couldn’t let go of the boy. “I can’t hold on. You have to take him.” Finally Roan submitted and reached down, grasping the dead weight of the boy in both hands. Ali raised her fingers to her lips and shot a high pitched whistle into the air, far away Racers reply echoed, and then the cobble she was holding onto gave way.
“ALI!”
One.
He was running down a cobbled street, houses rising on either side of him. His heavy boots thudded against the cobbles and his black cape streamed behind him. At least five boys were chasing after him as he ran, throwing insults and sparks. Roen smiled widely as he threw himself into another street, enjoying the chase, he was faster than anyone else he knew.
He pushed his thick, spiked blonde hair from his eyes as he made his way down a busier street, people jumped aside and threw their own angry words at him. He may have been a prince but the publics respect had left him long ago. High above he heard the call of his twin sister’s avion as it soared above the city so that she could keep an eye on him.
Ali was seated in the saddle that had been specially made to fit her avion, a giant white bird like creature with a long neck and massive wings ideal for transport, she had had her’s since it’s birth and often rode it across the skies of their land. All of this because you stood up for that peasant girl. Ali thought, shaking her head as she urged Racer to fly closer to the tops of the houses. The wind ripped at her loose clothes as if trying to pull them from her, using one hand to hold onto Racers neck she pulled her cloak around herself with the other.
Ali watched as Roen entered the zone that was off limits to the public, knowing that he had done so on purpose, why run when you can so easily fight? The whole chase had simply been designed to get the bullies away from crowded areas where their fight could not hurt civilians. Ali pressed her knees into Racer’s sides and his whole body tilted as he dived towards her brother and followed him through the ruins of the city; all of the buildings there had slid to the edge, where the land abruptly stopped. It was a dangerous place to come to but at least it would save civilians from getting hurt.
Roen suddenly stopped running, he was in a deserted street, ruined houses raised either side of him and about ten or twelve feet behind him the land ended, giving way to the abyss. The five teenagers looked up as Ali swung herself off of Racer and dropped to the floor, landing in an easy crouch, her cloak falling neatly around her as she stood and pushed her thick halo of golden hair from her face, with a black gloved hand.
She surveyed the scene, the five ‘bullies’ were in fact well known sons of rich lords, dressed in finery, each holding a sword with a golden hilt. Roen had his own sword drawn but not raised; its tip was digging into the ground as he leant on the hilt, a lazy expression on his pale face. He examined his finely filed nails and merely glanced up when his sister landed beside him. His hair also fell around his face as a shock of fine gold; it was shorter at the back and stuck out in different directions. Ali’s hair cascaded as a golden waterfall to the centre of her back.
The two really were very similar, as twins it would be expected of them, they both had the same pointed chin, the high cheek bones, and the grey eyes that run in the Silverstone family. Their hair was thick and framed their faces like golden halos, their skin pale and unblemished; they were everything that the children of a king should be, except maybe a little more adventurous and too into hanging out with the youths of the city.
Roland, son of Lord and Lady Celt, a dark haired boy with a rather handsome face but a bad attitude when it came to those less well off than him, was the first to speak. “Need your sister to fight your battles, Prince?”
Roen smirked but said nothing; his calculating grey eyes flicked other the youths then around the small street he had stopped in. Behind him was where the city ended, where everything ended. The idea of being so close to the edge frightened him a little, he didn’t like heights and the idea of falling from them, he had no idea how Ali had the courage to ride around on Racer.
“His battles are my battles.” Ali said softly, a spark of menace in her eyes, a few of the boys had collected LiF energy in their palms, they were trying to do it secretly but Ali was instinctively drawn to the green glow of the energy, she slid a glance to her brother and knew that he was waiting for their attack.
Above them Racer gave his pounding caw and Ali winced, all she needed was that dumb bird to draw attention to this. She put two fingers to her lips and whistled, the bird wheeled around, brilliant amber eyes piercing into its master. “Away.” She signalled with her hand and the bird soared a little higher then put on a burst of speed and disappeared amongst some low lying cloud. He would entertain himself around the city until she called for him.
“Roland.” Roen’s voice was just as soft as Ali’s, maybe a little deeper, “You have been causing trouble around here for too long.”
Roland rolled his broad shoulders. “I have.” He nodded, smirking at his friends who joined in with the nodding and added a chuckle here and there.
“It’s time you stopped.”
Roland formed his mouth into a small ‘o’ faking fear “Is that a command? Your majesty.”
“Well yes,” Roen pretended to be ignorant of Roland’s sarcasm as he finally straightened up and gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to raise it when the time came, Ali felt the spark of LiF’s energy light in his palm as if she were holding it in her own. “Come on then.”
The last word left his mouth just as all five of his opponents threw out their hands, sending the sparks they had collected flying towards Ali and Roen. Ali jumped to her brothers side as he slashed his hand across the front of his body a shield of shimmering green coming from it to block the attack and leave the twins unharmed. He reversed the direction of his hand so that he could collect both the shield and the enemy sparks, and then took Ali’s hand. She felt the jolt of the energy race through her as she pulled her hand away so that a green disc formed between them. Roen let go of it and Ali span, throwing it at the five, taking one out.
Roland had moved quickly and now stood a few feet from Roen, lashing out with his sword, Roen parried the blow. Ali was at his side both of her short swords drawn; she twirled them once and then lunged to block one of the other boy’s attacks on Roen, the one she had hit with the spark was lying unconscious now so that left four for the twins to fight. Two each.
Roland and his rather large red haired friend were standing either side of Roen, both attacking with their swords. Roen was using his sword to parry the larger ones attacks and deflecting Roland’s with LiF energy. He moved quickly, light on his feet despite the heavy boots, he was obviously more skilled than them, but then again the twins were renowned for their skills in the art of battle and sparks.
Ali had put herself between the other two and her brother and was fighting gracefully, her swords sliding off of theirs, making it seem as if the blows they gave were only glancing ones, weak and unskilled. They were both obviously annoyed as they tried to beat away at her, one resorting to holding his sword with both hands to add more strength. The blows from him jarred her a little but not enough to really tarnish her technique.
She noticed that Roen’s opponents had changed their method of attack; as Roland stepped back to catch his breath and then came at Roen with a fresh set of blows, leaving the larger boy to then step away whilst Roen had to concentrate on Roland’s new intensity. When Roland began to wear out the larger boy would step in with a little more energy, giving Roen no time to breath. It was not long before this took it’s toll on the prince, his breathing was soon coming in heavy gasps and his brow thick with sweat.
Ali finally managed to nick one of her opponents arms, the pain distracted him and she quickly fuelled a spark around her fist, throwing it into the boys chest causing him to stumble back into one of the buildings. The wall he hit was so unstable that it shook a little as the boy fell into it and then slid down to a seated position, trying to catch his breath. She sheathed one of her swords as a sudden idea came to her, she parried the other boys blow and quickly slipped away from him running a few feet towards the edge so that she could get a clear shot at the building behind Roland.
She built the energy up in her palm, acting quickly as her one remaining opponent was running at her, she fired a large spark at the base of the wall behind Roland and it shuddered then began to fall towards the three boys, she turned just in time to parry a blow, but lost her balance and fell back just as the wall hit the floor.
Roland and the larger boy were lying on the ground where they had jumped to avoid the wall, Roen however was standing, the tip of his sword against the back of Roland’s neck as he smiled in triumph, his eyes flicked up to where Ali sat, her sword raised above her where the boys was pressing against hers, neither of them could relax their swords for fear of the other taking advantage of the lapse and following up with a fatal blow. Roen raised a thin brow then opened his mouth to say something when something below his feet rumbled.
All of the teenagers froze as the rumble came again, and then the ground beneath them pitched, throwing Ali into the air, her sword spinning free of her hand as the boy she had been locked with stumbled and landed beside her, hitting his head he gave a groan and then went limp as he passed out.
“Ali!” Roen shouted as he sheathed his own sword and tried to go to her. The ground moved again, making Roen stumble and Ali’s efforts to get to her feet worthless, where she sat the ground was shaking; the other boys were on their feet and running back towards the main part of the city, leaving their friend behind. “Ali get away from the edge!”
“I can’t leave him!” Ali shouted back, she had her arms around the abandoned boy as she tried to wake him up. She rose to her knees as the ground around her began to crack and then fall, she dived towards the stable ground, just catching the edge of it with one of her hands, holding the boy around his chest with her other arm, she watched as her sword fell into the darkness below, the light glinting off of its blade until it fell too far for light to penetrate and disappeared from her view.
“Roan!” she screamed, he was there in seconds, his hands holding her arm and trying to pull her up. “Take him.” She said, using all her strength to lift the boy a little higher. The hand that clutched the ledge was bleeding from where she was trying to dig her fingers into the cobbles to get a better hold.
“I won’t let go of you.” Roan refused to take him.
“I need to whistle for Racer.” Tears were streaming the twins faces, “Take him Roan.”
“I can’t. I can’t let go of you.”
Her arms were beginning to ache; she wasn’t sure how long she could hold on to the boy and the land. Roan would not be strong enough to hold the two of them on his own so she had to hold onto Atlias, she wasn’t ready to die and she couldn’t let go of the boy. “I can’t hold on. You have to take him.” Finally Roan submitted and reached down, grasping the dead weight of the boy in both hands. Ali raised her fingers to her lips and shot a high pitched whistle into the air, far away Racers reply echoed, and then the cobble she was holding onto gave way.
“ALI!”