Post by Anne Porter on Oct 28, 2007 22:15:03 GMT -5
This story takes place in the dark side of the Mountains.
Anne wrote:
Anne and Percy walked slowly along the dirt path leading farther and farther into the darkness. The forest, now looking much more like a jungle, was getting darker and quieter with each step the two took.
"We're almost to the place we'll be camping. It's the safest spot in this 'jungle'." Anne had called this a jungle for many reasons, one was that this is exactly what it was. Another was that it was always so dark and spooky, you could never see what might be lurking behind you...
Percy slept in a tree that night, he said it was to keep watch, but Anne knew better. He was scared and inexpierenced in the wilderness. Anne had made her campsite down by the base of Percy's tree, partially to protect him, mostly because she didn't want something to happen that would seperate them. Things were going all too well, she didn't want to spoil it in any way possible.
Early the next morning, around 2:00 AM or so, Percy fell to the ground, just as Anne knew he would, but he just kept snoring. Too tired to move him and too sympathetic to wake him up, she just dealt with his continuous, yet quiet, snoring until morning. Then she could either wake him up nicely or kick him for falling on top of her from the highest point in a tree.
Pheonix replied:
Phoenix was walking through the jungle, following an instinct she didn't really know she had. She had been traveling for awhile, her short brown hair, getting in her eyes as usual.
Suddenly she stumbled upon a campfire that had gone out hours ago. THe place still had dents in the earth where people had slept. There was a bed in the tree, so she knew that only two people had gone through here and stayed the night. She studied the footprints, debating how long ago they had been here. She felt someone watching her, whispering to themselves.
"Lightening far, and Lightening near,
Help me kill this craping queer!" Phoenix whispered under her breath. It wasn't a real spell, just something that she wished was. Suddenly, that feeling of being watched, turned into a fear of spells. She quickly dodged to her left.
A burning green light zoomed past her ear, hitting a tree. The tree burst into flames and fell to the ground in ashes. Phoenix stared at the tree. Apparently that was slightly ironic, because as she stared at it, the ashes spouted a small plant that looked to be the start of that new tree.
"You're a worthy foe. My names Anne Porter. State thy name, wench, for you are in the hands of a Sorceress. I am in control of thou's life. Pray mercy!" Anne Porter said in a commanding voice.
"I may be a worthy foe, but for what have i become your foe? You and I are on seperate levels, O Great Sorceress. But hark what is that? Next to you a whelp, of a King. Hail, Prince Percival! Your flight has caused much stress among your kingdom!" Phoenix cried. Percy stood up and looked at her disbelief in his eyes.
"You do not look like one from my... that kingdom. I don't have a clue of which you speak." Percy said correcting himself. He dared not look into Anne's eyes.
"I am not from said Kingdom, merely someone who lives on the Mountain that you live on the base of. My name in full is Phoenix Allette Jones Dracula Tepes. I believe it is you, Anne that are the wench in this case. I am a sorceress, a campire, and daughter of The most infamous Count Vlad Dracula Tepes. I am heir to the throne of France, and heir to the Countship of Transylvania. My name is a strong and powerful one, has is my bite!" Phoenix said answering many questions, but spouting many more. Anne stared at Phoenix.
"I have heard of Dracula, of his Countship, but not of any children or wife. I do not believe you!" Anne said her voice feeble at first then growing stronger.
"Ah, yet here i stand blood and flesh. Decendent of the French Royal Bloodline, daughter of Queen Genevieve Jones. And daughter of Dracula's bloodline. They are joined inconspicuously. They only joined so that his bairns could have a more powerful name and more honor to their plea. For when we all become vampires and are accused of so, we will have an allyby. Nobody will burn us or stake us. For we are the French heirs and therefore have Royal Diplomacy." Phoenix said. Suddenly Phoenix lurched forward her teeth out!
Anne replied:
Anne took a step back when she saw Pheonix's fangs. Percy stood protectively in front of her, though Anne worried for him more than herself.
"Don't worry, Anne. I'll get us out of this." Percy whispered over his shoulder. He suddenly felt a jolt of bravery blast to him, as if protecting Anne was more important to him than it appeared. He raised his hands and yelled a spell to the heavens:
"Light of Ra,
Shine on thee,
And bewilder the Vampire,
To the point of her flee!"
Percy grabbed Anne's hand and held on tightly as an intense light shone upon the two and they rose into the skies. Spinning in a vortex of beauty and grace, the world seemed to dissapear around them, and only they remained. Anne looked into Percy's eyes, amazed at such a spell as this, and quickly noticed the tired look in his eyes. The spell had drained most of his energy, as most great spells do to Wizards and Sorcerers. After a few minutes, they dropped gently to the ground in a large field that seemed to last forever.
"What ha-" Anne began, but was cut off by Percy
"It wasn't going to get rid of Pheonix, it got rid of us." Percy smiled, blushing a bit, "The first part of the spell was taken from the origional, that last part was one of my own creation." Anne smiled back at him and looked around. The sun shone brightly and there was no sign of the forest they had just been in. Just endless grassy plains for miles and miles into the distance, it was beautiful.
"Where are we?" Anne questioned softly.
"In my own creation. This is a world I created that I could just go to whenever I needed salvation from the real world. I've always wanted to show you, but I never got the chance. I couldn't tell anyone else because they would call me crazy, and your brother would just laugh." Anne looked at him, she couldn't tell his emotion through his eyes like she normally could. He seemed to be sad, and yet, very elated at the same moment, " I used to come here every chance that I could to build more and more to my newly created world."
"I've only ever dreamt of a place as wonderous as this, Percy. I don't know what to say. I mean, I never thought you could be so-so-"
"Poetic? Mysterious? Enchanting?"
"Yes, exactly! I don't get it... Something must've given you an idea. This looks like it took many years of work." Percy nodded and said,
"Seven, to be exact." Anne stared at him in confusion for a moment, then continued.
"Something must've given you an idea for this! It's beautiful! What was your inspiration?" Anne asked. Percy hesitated for a second, staring adoringly into her now deep green eyes, and said,
"You."
Anne wrote:
Anne and Percy walked slowly along the dirt path leading farther and farther into the darkness. The forest, now looking much more like a jungle, was getting darker and quieter with each step the two took.
"We're almost to the place we'll be camping. It's the safest spot in this 'jungle'." Anne had called this a jungle for many reasons, one was that this is exactly what it was. Another was that it was always so dark and spooky, you could never see what might be lurking behind you...
Percy slept in a tree that night, he said it was to keep watch, but Anne knew better. He was scared and inexpierenced in the wilderness. Anne had made her campsite down by the base of Percy's tree, partially to protect him, mostly because she didn't want something to happen that would seperate them. Things were going all too well, she didn't want to spoil it in any way possible.
Early the next morning, around 2:00 AM or so, Percy fell to the ground, just as Anne knew he would, but he just kept snoring. Too tired to move him and too sympathetic to wake him up, she just dealt with his continuous, yet quiet, snoring until morning. Then she could either wake him up nicely or kick him for falling on top of her from the highest point in a tree.
Pheonix replied:
Phoenix was walking through the jungle, following an instinct she didn't really know she had. She had been traveling for awhile, her short brown hair, getting in her eyes as usual.
Suddenly she stumbled upon a campfire that had gone out hours ago. THe place still had dents in the earth where people had slept. There was a bed in the tree, so she knew that only two people had gone through here and stayed the night. She studied the footprints, debating how long ago they had been here. She felt someone watching her, whispering to themselves.
"Lightening far, and Lightening near,
Help me kill this craping queer!" Phoenix whispered under her breath. It wasn't a real spell, just something that she wished was. Suddenly, that feeling of being watched, turned into a fear of spells. She quickly dodged to her left.
A burning green light zoomed past her ear, hitting a tree. The tree burst into flames and fell to the ground in ashes. Phoenix stared at the tree. Apparently that was slightly ironic, because as she stared at it, the ashes spouted a small plant that looked to be the start of that new tree.
"You're a worthy foe. My names Anne Porter. State thy name, wench, for you are in the hands of a Sorceress. I am in control of thou's life. Pray mercy!" Anne Porter said in a commanding voice.
"I may be a worthy foe, but for what have i become your foe? You and I are on seperate levels, O Great Sorceress. But hark what is that? Next to you a whelp, of a King. Hail, Prince Percival! Your flight has caused much stress among your kingdom!" Phoenix cried. Percy stood up and looked at her disbelief in his eyes.
"You do not look like one from my... that kingdom. I don't have a clue of which you speak." Percy said correcting himself. He dared not look into Anne's eyes.
"I am not from said Kingdom, merely someone who lives on the Mountain that you live on the base of. My name in full is Phoenix Allette Jones Dracula Tepes. I believe it is you, Anne that are the wench in this case. I am a sorceress, a campire, and daughter of The most infamous Count Vlad Dracula Tepes. I am heir to the throne of France, and heir to the Countship of Transylvania. My name is a strong and powerful one, has is my bite!" Phoenix said answering many questions, but spouting many more. Anne stared at Phoenix.
"I have heard of Dracula, of his Countship, but not of any children or wife. I do not believe you!" Anne said her voice feeble at first then growing stronger.
"Ah, yet here i stand blood and flesh. Decendent of the French Royal Bloodline, daughter of Queen Genevieve Jones. And daughter of Dracula's bloodline. They are joined inconspicuously. They only joined so that his bairns could have a more powerful name and more honor to their plea. For when we all become vampires and are accused of so, we will have an allyby. Nobody will burn us or stake us. For we are the French heirs and therefore have Royal Diplomacy." Phoenix said. Suddenly Phoenix lurched forward her teeth out!
Anne replied:
Anne took a step back when she saw Pheonix's fangs. Percy stood protectively in front of her, though Anne worried for him more than herself.
"Don't worry, Anne. I'll get us out of this." Percy whispered over his shoulder. He suddenly felt a jolt of bravery blast to him, as if protecting Anne was more important to him than it appeared. He raised his hands and yelled a spell to the heavens:
"Light of Ra,
Shine on thee,
And bewilder the Vampire,
To the point of her flee!"
Percy grabbed Anne's hand and held on tightly as an intense light shone upon the two and they rose into the skies. Spinning in a vortex of beauty and grace, the world seemed to dissapear around them, and only they remained. Anne looked into Percy's eyes, amazed at such a spell as this, and quickly noticed the tired look in his eyes. The spell had drained most of his energy, as most great spells do to Wizards and Sorcerers. After a few minutes, they dropped gently to the ground in a large field that seemed to last forever.
"What ha-" Anne began, but was cut off by Percy
"It wasn't going to get rid of Pheonix, it got rid of us." Percy smiled, blushing a bit, "The first part of the spell was taken from the origional, that last part was one of my own creation." Anne smiled back at him and looked around. The sun shone brightly and there was no sign of the forest they had just been in. Just endless grassy plains for miles and miles into the distance, it was beautiful.
"Where are we?" Anne questioned softly.
"In my own creation. This is a world I created that I could just go to whenever I needed salvation from the real world. I've always wanted to show you, but I never got the chance. I couldn't tell anyone else because they would call me crazy, and your brother would just laugh." Anne looked at him, she couldn't tell his emotion through his eyes like she normally could. He seemed to be sad, and yet, very elated at the same moment, " I used to come here every chance that I could to build more and more to my newly created world."
"I've only ever dreamt of a place as wonderous as this, Percy. I don't know what to say. I mean, I never thought you could be so-so-"
"Poetic? Mysterious? Enchanting?"
"Yes, exactly! I don't get it... Something must've given you an idea. This looks like it took many years of work." Percy nodded and said,
"Seven, to be exact." Anne stared at him in confusion for a moment, then continued.
"Something must've given you an idea for this! It's beautiful! What was your inspiration?" Anne asked. Percy hesitated for a second, staring adoringly into her now deep green eyes, and said,
"You."
