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Hi, my name is ellowyne
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 | gloom meets luminosity part 1 |
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| Created: 2009-07-04 21:37:45 |
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if this confuses you a bit, read the real first part to this , it was a prologue that i just put out yesterday. and please comment ?
Ellowyne hummed and stared out the window darkly. Formidulosis was expecting snow presently, and the dark clouds roiled overhead threateningly. Ellowyne got up slowly from her velvet window seat and strolled over to her mirror.
It was black as pitch outside; the only light being the one reflected from the moons. Yet her eyes were well accustomed to the dark and her sight was perfect. She gazed into the mirror and tilted her head. She was wearing one of her new dresses that she had recently gotten for her sixteenth birthday a few months ago, on December thirteenth.
The bottom was made up of layers and layers of dark purple netting. It flowed and ended in a train that trailed behind her when she walked. The top of the dress was a strapless black corset, tied with that same dark purple colored string in the back. She reached out her hands, admiring her lovely leather lace up gloves she adored.
Her skin was pale as a ghost and Ellowyne turned to admire the realistic picture of dark wings merged onto her back. As a child of thirteen she had lost her wings, and they had simply melded into her skin, a mere picture to be remembered by, as is what happened to all faeries of that age.
At the moment Ellowyne’s eyes were a perfect tint of hazel for contentment. Being a faerie, dark or not, her eye color altered according to her emotions. Ellowyne had a tall, slender figure with…..well; you could say a very mixed combination of hair colors. It was chocolate brown with streaks of copper, black, and darker brown throughout.
She longed for the jet black hair most other dark faeries possessed. It fit more to the title. Ellowyne examined herself once more before opening the door and exiting the bedroom. She walked down the long stairs, through the living room, and departed through the door. The two crescent moons were high in the sky. Dawn would break within hours and the whole world of Formidulosis would go to rest.
A select few creatures guarded the town of course, to protect it from those cursed Luminarians. Ellowyne made a face and began her walk down the path. She was planning on buying a book to read. The moon formed a ghostly pool of light over the whole town, and as Ellowyne approached the town square, she looked admiringly at the castle of King Vereor the Feared. It was made of black stone and marble and stretched into the dark clouds. On the top a blood red flag could just barely be seen.
In the meantime, the square was bustling. On every corner there was meat and drinks of blood being sold and purchased. There was the weapons shop and the shop of armor. Ellowyne adored the shop of spells, though she couldn’t cast any. She wasn’t a witch; she only acquired one meager power every ten years. So far she could only do one thing. If anybody looked at her in battle she had to allow herself to feel an emotion strongly. Then she locked them in her gaze and they started to pale. Their eyes turned red and their hair turned pure white. And then they fell stiff. They entered a strange trance and in this trance that lasted but a minute, Ellowyne could swiftly kill them.
It took a lot to feel an emotion very strongly. However, out of all the emotions she could feel during this time, Ellowyne allowed herself to be angry mostly. It was merely simpler for her to feel this way. She went to battle training occasionally and thoroughly enjoyed it. She itched to experience the actual thing, the surge of energy her brother Jade always boasted about. He had been in the most recent war eleven years ago when Ellowyne had only been about five.
She remembered flying up to him before he left, for her wings hadn’t yet vanished. “Jade. You will come back right? You’ll destroy the little elves souls?” Ellowyne had asked hopefully. Jade had given a sinister smile and laughed deeply. “Of course my dear sister,” he had sniffed and gotten up.
Ellowyne was shaken out of her reminiscing thoughts when she felt people pushing her from behind. She started and continued walking, looking around her dazedly. “Move,” a moody troll growled impatiently, pushing fiercely past her. Everybody was bustling to the center of the square, where one of the king’s officials was being executed for stealing gold coins from the very safe he guarded.
Ellowyne shook her head in disdain at how foolish some creatures could be. But she had seen enough executions in her lifetime, so she didn’t pause while passing the place of implementation. The screams were very tempting of course. Execution in Formidulosis was positively brutal, so brutal that by the end of the torture, the victims gladly welcomed death, begging it to take them. She picked up her pace and within a few moments had entered the book shop ....
please comment ? i would relee appreciate it. |
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