LostChild
April 10th 2005, 06:08 PM
i'm wondering if i should post this story that i'm in the middle of writing so that i could get some pointers, opinions, and stuff like that. well, if anyone wants to put up with my rambling, and try to comprehend what the heck i'm trying to do, then please help me out with this! :teeth: then again, am i in the right place...? (i'm blonde, if that helps explain what little knowledge i retain of stuff) i might change the title later, but for now, that all i have...
i'm just copying and pasting what i already have saved on my computer, so if it comes up in chunks and segments that don't make sense, that's the reason why. :sun:
Chapter 1: Fitful Dreams
Kaylin woke with a start. She saw her mother’s face in the woods. She was smiling brightly as though the sun was stolen and placed on her brow, hers to keep for the rest of eternity and beyond. The rusty leaves on the forest floor seemed to chase her heels in a race across time. Suddenly the trees ceased their movements and a great green plain rolled on to meet the dawn. The daises and tulips were glittering like diamonds in the morning dew as they warmed their faces in the early sun.
Coming to a halt, Kaylin’s mother turned around, but it was too late. The roses surged out of the earth from nowhere and formed a cage about her, as she thrashed about as a rampaging dragon. Kaylin knew Mariee hated roses; her mother hated roses as if they were the root of all evil in the world.
Now Kaylin looked out the window and saw the lights in the sky. It was not yet day. Her dreams were growing worse, but never before had they woken her during the middle of the night. Making it so her cries were incoherent to keep her father, Albekcc, from waking, she stained her pillow with tears.
He still heard the weeping, despite her efforts, and softly crept into the room. She was asleep again on her wooden framed bed before he came to her door. Albekcc pulled the woolen blanket over her shoulders and stroked her auburn hair before turning to go back to bed. Albekcc was worried for his daughter. She was beginning to forget things that she knew were important. It was hard for him to have to raise Kaylin on his own, without the help of his beloved wife. There were things that Albekcc couldn’t teach Kaylin, only things that a mother could teach. Even Kaylin’s immediate female relatives would not be able to explain these things. Elves don’t forget things, but then again Kaylin wasn’t fully an elf. Her grandfather Traenkin was an elf, but her grandmother Gorgin was mortal. Albekcc wasn’t sure how to help his daughter; the mortality came from Mariee.
Kaylin’s birthday was in a month. She would be 33, the coming of age for elves. It was tradition for the mother to take the daughter and go to the Cliffs and find the peak called Mongrind; the dragons dwelled there. The oldest and wisest dragon was sought to tell the mother and daughter which egg would be given and where to find it.
The father would be the one to stay home and plan for a return party, giving the new adult whatever was wanted; it was a similar ritual for the men, but instead of the mother going it was the father. Kaylin was worried she would be the only one in the Klan that wouldn’t have an egg for this event; but was more sorrowed by the fact she didn’t have a mother to share the amazing event with.
Albekcc tried for many years not to worry about this time, but now that it had come he couldn’t push the thought to the side, away from his mind. Even though she always wanted a mother figure, Kaylin hadn’t said what it was she wanted from her father, and he hadn’t thought about or even made arrangements for the egg search.
Hours went by and he thought in silence on the flet of the tree, searching for a way to send Kaylin on her journey. At times he played with the thought of sending Gorgin, his mortal mother-in-law, but she was already too old even for her own race. He wished he could go with Kaylin to search, but who would tend to the festival? Even if someone else were willing, he would be the main course for the hatchlings of the first dragon he met. It wasn’t permitted for a father to take his daughter, as is a mother can’t take her son.
It was possible, with coaxing, that Limbar would take her cousin up to Mongrind, but Arshtec could do the same. Arshtec was willing to do anything for her great granddaughter and more.
Albekcc would talk to both of them that week and see what could be done. But right now he would sleep. Kaylin was peacefully dreaming, as peaceful as soft waves on the shore. She had not had a decent night’s sleep since Albekcc could remember. He couldn’t bear to wake her, even to greet the coming sun.
i'm just copying and pasting what i already have saved on my computer, so if it comes up in chunks and segments that don't make sense, that's the reason why. :sun:
Chapter 1: Fitful Dreams
Kaylin woke with a start. She saw her mother’s face in the woods. She was smiling brightly as though the sun was stolen and placed on her brow, hers to keep for the rest of eternity and beyond. The rusty leaves on the forest floor seemed to chase her heels in a race across time. Suddenly the trees ceased their movements and a great green plain rolled on to meet the dawn. The daises and tulips were glittering like diamonds in the morning dew as they warmed their faces in the early sun.
Coming to a halt, Kaylin’s mother turned around, but it was too late. The roses surged out of the earth from nowhere and formed a cage about her, as she thrashed about as a rampaging dragon. Kaylin knew Mariee hated roses; her mother hated roses as if they were the root of all evil in the world.
Now Kaylin looked out the window and saw the lights in the sky. It was not yet day. Her dreams were growing worse, but never before had they woken her during the middle of the night. Making it so her cries were incoherent to keep her father, Albekcc, from waking, she stained her pillow with tears.
He still heard the weeping, despite her efforts, and softly crept into the room. She was asleep again on her wooden framed bed before he came to her door. Albekcc pulled the woolen blanket over her shoulders and stroked her auburn hair before turning to go back to bed. Albekcc was worried for his daughter. She was beginning to forget things that she knew were important. It was hard for him to have to raise Kaylin on his own, without the help of his beloved wife. There were things that Albekcc couldn’t teach Kaylin, only things that a mother could teach. Even Kaylin’s immediate female relatives would not be able to explain these things. Elves don’t forget things, but then again Kaylin wasn’t fully an elf. Her grandfather Traenkin was an elf, but her grandmother Gorgin was mortal. Albekcc wasn’t sure how to help his daughter; the mortality came from Mariee.
Kaylin’s birthday was in a month. She would be 33, the coming of age for elves. It was tradition for the mother to take the daughter and go to the Cliffs and find the peak called Mongrind; the dragons dwelled there. The oldest and wisest dragon was sought to tell the mother and daughter which egg would be given and where to find it.
The father would be the one to stay home and plan for a return party, giving the new adult whatever was wanted; it was a similar ritual for the men, but instead of the mother going it was the father. Kaylin was worried she would be the only one in the Klan that wouldn’t have an egg for this event; but was more sorrowed by the fact she didn’t have a mother to share the amazing event with.
Albekcc tried for many years not to worry about this time, but now that it had come he couldn’t push the thought to the side, away from his mind. Even though she always wanted a mother figure, Kaylin hadn’t said what it was she wanted from her father, and he hadn’t thought about or even made arrangements for the egg search.
Hours went by and he thought in silence on the flet of the tree, searching for a way to send Kaylin on her journey. At times he played with the thought of sending Gorgin, his mortal mother-in-law, but she was already too old even for her own race. He wished he could go with Kaylin to search, but who would tend to the festival? Even if someone else were willing, he would be the main course for the hatchlings of the first dragon he met. It wasn’t permitted for a father to take his daughter, as is a mother can’t take her son.
It was possible, with coaxing, that Limbar would take her cousin up to Mongrind, but Arshtec could do the same. Arshtec was willing to do anything for her great granddaughter and more.
Albekcc would talk to both of them that week and see what could be done. But right now he would sleep. Kaylin was peacefully dreaming, as peaceful as soft waves on the shore. She had not had a decent night’s sleep since Albekcc could remember. He couldn’t bear to wake her, even to greet the coming sun.