after reading this topic for 352! pages (damn, don't I have anything better to do?) and posting only twice! I can agree with Mr. Gaider about the topic being crazy, but it's a kind of crazy I like. anyway here's a short story that was supposed to be about the rain but somehow got out of hand, word of warning, I'm not good at writing "cute" things, sorry if it's a bit rough and boyish:
Fenris slowly left the bed. He turned around and
looked at Marian, or champion, as others called her, sleeping soundly. A sudden
rush of guilt made him look away. He didn’t like sneaking away alone at night,
especially after she had went through the trouble of helping him find some
clues about the Tevinter magister that was his former master. “This is the most
practical way” he thought to himself, “the magister can sense it if any mage
gets too close, he’s always expecting assassins”, turning around he looked at
her one final time “this is safer as well” he thought before picking his sword
and leaving the tent.
The camp was in the middle of a forest, with trees
so tall that sunlight never reached the ground. Fenris looked around, Carver
had the first watch that night, but mercifully he was fat sleep near the fire.
Isabella was probably sleeping as well, although she didn’t need to keep watch.
He walked away from the camp as quietly as he could, then when he was sure no
one could hear him, he started running towards the Tevinter ruins where the
magister was supposed to be. He had already memorized a map which Varric had
managed to dig up. When he was about half way to the ruins, it started raining,
slowly at first, but it got worse by the second. By the time Fenris was at the
edge of the ruins, it had turned into a storm.
It was impossible to miss the ruins; a structure
made of white marble about one meter above the forest was not something you see
every day in a forest such as this. It must have been the remains of a small
fort, or a big house. The marble floor looked grand, but it still showed the
touch of ages. In many places, the marble had broken and grass and even some
trees had grown. The trees weren’t as tall as the other parts of the forest. It
couldn’t have been more than a few decades ago that the marble had finally
given in, allowing the trees to start growing while the forest itself was
centuries old. Fenris could see clearly from between the trees. There was an
altar right in the middle of the structure, covered with shining arcane runes
and the magister stood before it, seemingly oblivious to the world around him,
his staff laying on the ground in front of the alter.
Fenris moved quietly towards the altar. The heavy
rain masked any sound he might have made. When he was right behind the
magister, who didn’t seem to have noticed anything busy as he was examining the
altar, he raised his sword, slowly and quietly and then brought it down with
full force. He could feel that he had
hit something, but didn’t hear the sound of metal cutting flesh. When he looked
up, he saw that the sword had struck some king of invisible magical barrier
which was a few centimeters away from magister’s back. “Did you really think
that I would leave myself open?” said the magister without even turning around.
Surprised, Fenris jumped back a few steps, getting
ready to attack. The magister finally turned around, almost reluctantly.
Griping his sword with both hands, Fenris started to attack. The magister
raised his right hand and pointed at him. Suddenly he was unable to move, like
he was trapped inside a cage, with a heavy force crushing down on him. Unable
to withstand the pressure, Fenris kneeled on the marble ground. The magister
picked up his staff and started to walk toward him. Remembering the horrors
that he had suffered in the magister’s hands, Fenris summoned all his strength
and throw his sword at him. The magister was so surprised that he couldn’t
dodge or raise a magical defense in time, but Fenris’s aim was a little off,
the sword made a deep cut in the magister’s side, instead of striking him at
his heart.
Quickly regaining his footing, the magister touched
the wound with his hand, and it healed in an instant. Smiling, he looked Fenris
in the eye, “May I ask what made you think that it was a good idea to throw
your only weapon away, leaving yourself defenseless?”, he started walking
closer to him, “well, not that you had any chance to begin with, but this was
rather stupid, don’t you think. I was going to retrieve you and bring you back
to my tower, but if this is the best you can do, then I guess you are just a
failed experiment. I’ll dispose of you now so that I’m not troubled later”.
Standing right in front of Fenris, the magister raised his staff. Suddenly the
rain stopped. For a moment Fenris thought that it was the magister’s doing, but
he looked just as surprises. Looking up, he saw that the rain hadn’t actually
stopped. It was like an invisible hand was holding the rain drops in mid-air
and moving them closer together. They joined together forming many long shapes
that looked strangely familiar. “Daggers!” said the magister, in an excited
voice “how clever!”
As if his voice was a command, the water daggers
turned white, freezing in mid-air and then rushed together towards the
magister. He raised his staff, but there were too many of them. They hit in a
cloud of water drops and powdered ice that concealed the magister from Fenris’s
view. The rain started again and the force holding him down was lifted so he
stumbled to stand up, looking about at the same time for his rescuer. Marian
was standing right behind him, with her staff in hand, panting slightly. “Why
did you follow me?” said Fenris, sounding annoyed. “Now’s not the time Fen, I
don’t think he’s gone” Marian answered. “But How…?” Fenris started to ask, but
before he could finish his sentence, a giant flame rose from the direction of
the magister. It created a flaming circle around all three of them, and then
rose into the sky to form a fire storm. The heat was intolerable. The rain
drops would evaporate in mid-air before getting a chance to hit the ground. Marian whispered some quick words and the rain
drops all around them started to rotate around instead of falling down, and
then they froze creating a snow storm that quenched the flames.
When things settled down, they saw the magister was
standing a few meters away from them, blood coming out from many small wounds
he has suffered from Marian’s first attack. He looked shaken, mud covering his
fancy cloths, but he was sliming. He sent a jet of blood towards Fenris. Marian
reacted, standing in front of him and creating a magical shield. The blood
however didn’t stop; it broke through the shield and wounded Marian in the
shoulder. “And to think I’m forced to use blood magic against someone such as
you, you have found a new master it seems and a powerful one at that”. “He’s no
longer a slave” said Marian, “I’m not his master either, he’s my…”but before
she could finish her sentence, her legs gave away. Fenris hurried to her,
catching her before she could fall to the ground. “Where are you sister?” came
carver’s voice from nearby. “I think they are this way!” it was Isabella. “More
help?” said the magister, “it seems I’m all out of luck tonight. I’ll see you around;
you’ll make for an interesting specimen no matter where you are after all”. He
said before turning into a giant vulture and disappearing inside to forest,
almost at the same moment that Carver entered the ruins from the opposite direction.
The rain started to fall freely again and the sounds
of the storm returned. It seemed like the rain drops were eager to reach the ground
before another spell could affect them. Carver rushed to Fenris’s side that was
still holding Marian, looking at the wound at her shoulder, he said “What
happened sister? Why are you not healing your wound? And who was that mage?” “Easy
Carver” answered Marian in a weak voice “I’m a bit drained at the moment, I can
fix that later, we can bandage it up for now”. Carver took some bandages from
his pack and wanted to treat the wound but Fenris stooped him “I’ll take care
of that, you keep watch, and try not to sleep this time” grumbling, Carver
walked away. Fenris started to bandage the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. To
distract her from the pain, he said “I didn’t know you could do magic this
powerful, all that business with the ice daggers and the snow storm” while
looking at the wound. “Neither did I, but I had to do something, it did drain
me a little, but it worked in the end.” Marian answered, still sounding weak.
“But how did you find me in that forest so fast?” “Well, magic obviously. I
woke up and you weren’t there and I was worried, so …” her face turned red a
little, taking a deep breath she continued “I just tracked the places where
rain couldn’t fall into the ground, one of them was you, and then I just had to
get to you”. “And how did you know which one was me?” Fenris said, now trying
to bandage the wound while keeping the rain away. “Like I said, it wasn’t hard”
said Marian, blushing “I can remember the shape of your body even in my sleep
after all”
*goes to hide and see how this is recived
Modifié par smallNightmare, 17 janvier 2011 - 06:14 .