Post by kaidanasnan on Feb 7, 2005 17:29:10 GMT -8
Yes, another Work In Progress. Im not sure how this one is, but I just started it last night. Tell me what you think. Personally, I think it's bad so far, but everytime I think something's bad, you guys think it's good. Oh well, read please.
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Everyone knows that dragons aren’t real,
Unicorns never roamed the land,
Faeries never existed except in dreams,
Magick was never fire that sprang from one’s hand.
Since everyone knows that Fantasy’s lost,
There is no one left to understand.
But you, Young One, you still hold hope,
You have not filled their conforming demand,
All you must do is open the Book,
And experience the Fantasy first hand.
Kiana Kahlee’s eyes sprang open as the dream-voice faded into the soft dawn light that shone through the slits in the blinds on the window. She sighed and rolled over, back to the light, and clenched her eyes shut. The voice still echoed in her ears and mind, bouncing around and clamoring to be heard. After a few minutes of vainly trying to dispel the voice, she sat up, a scowl clouding her tan face.
“Who are you?” she asked the still air in her bedroom angrily. There wasn’t an answer. She rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache approaching from her lack of sleep. There wasn’t any sense in going back now, as she could feel the edges of sleep retreating, and she knew it wouldn’t be coming back.
She dropped her legs over the side of her bed and dropped onto the soft navy blue carpet. The warm carpet felt good on her bare feet and she walked over to her dresser. She dressed quickly into a pair of worn jeans, a short-sleeved shirt from her karate dojo, and plain white socks. She made her way over to the overfilled bookshelves, searching intently for a certain book.
“Aha,” she whispered, pulling one out. The book hadn’t left the shelf for a while, and even though the same dream had been coming for a week or two, this morning was the first time she had thought of it.
She sat on the bed, book closed in her lap. The title read The Lost Fantasy. Real original. She opened it carefully, not realizing she was holding her breath.
Her eyes eagerly stayed on the book as she waited for something to happen.
Nothing did.
She scowled, disappointed that nothing had happened. She ran her finger down the page she had opened to.
The Fantasy is claimed to be Lost by the Prophets of Eskalia. No one has confirmed where It is, but even the Prophets agree that only the Four can bring it back. The Four would include the Young One, the Elder One, the Shifter and the Thief.
One will not appear until the Fantasy appears to be Forever Gone, and even when the Four are united it may take long years for the Fantasy to Return.
Kia shut the book. What was it the dream-voice had said? Something, something, Young One, something, hope. The book had mentioned a Young One too. Strange.
Before she could think it over further, a soft knock came on the door.
“Kia? Why are you up so early?” She sighed, recognizing the tired voice as her mom’s.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she called through the door. She heard her mom drift over towards the bathroom in the hallway to get ready for work.
Thank God it’s summer vacation, she thought happily. She stood, dropping the old book onto the messy bed. She opened her door and stepped into the hallway, messy dark brown hair reaching her shoulder blades. But what’s the point of not getting up for school if you wake up so early anyway?
She made her way into the kitchen and put some Poptarts in the toaster. She wouldn’t be able to sit in her room to think if her stomach was growling at her all day. They popped up and she grabbed them and threw them on a plate. Pouring a glass of chocolate milk, she sat down at the table to eat.
As she wolfed her food down, her mother walked in. “’Morning,” she said blearily. Katherine Kahlee was not a morning person.
“Morning Mom,” Kia said, usual grin already on her face as she finished her poptarts. She stood, put the paper plate in the garbage and brought the chocolate milk into her room. She closed the door firmly behind her and sat down on her bed again, placing the chocolate milk on her night table.
She opened the book again and pulled it onto her lap.
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Everyone knows that dragons aren’t real,
Unicorns never roamed the land,
Faeries never existed except in dreams,
Magick was never fire that sprang from one’s hand.
Since everyone knows that Fantasy’s lost,
There is no one left to understand.
But you, Young One, you still hold hope,
You have not filled their conforming demand,
All you must do is open the Book,
And experience the Fantasy first hand.
Kiana Kahlee’s eyes sprang open as the dream-voice faded into the soft dawn light that shone through the slits in the blinds on the window. She sighed and rolled over, back to the light, and clenched her eyes shut. The voice still echoed in her ears and mind, bouncing around and clamoring to be heard. After a few minutes of vainly trying to dispel the voice, she sat up, a scowl clouding her tan face.
“Who are you?” she asked the still air in her bedroom angrily. There wasn’t an answer. She rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache approaching from her lack of sleep. There wasn’t any sense in going back now, as she could feel the edges of sleep retreating, and she knew it wouldn’t be coming back.
She dropped her legs over the side of her bed and dropped onto the soft navy blue carpet. The warm carpet felt good on her bare feet and she walked over to her dresser. She dressed quickly into a pair of worn jeans, a short-sleeved shirt from her karate dojo, and plain white socks. She made her way over to the overfilled bookshelves, searching intently for a certain book.
“Aha,” she whispered, pulling one out. The book hadn’t left the shelf for a while, and even though the same dream had been coming for a week or two, this morning was the first time she had thought of it.
She sat on the bed, book closed in her lap. The title read The Lost Fantasy. Real original. She opened it carefully, not realizing she was holding her breath.
Her eyes eagerly stayed on the book as she waited for something to happen.
Nothing did.
She scowled, disappointed that nothing had happened. She ran her finger down the page she had opened to.
The Fantasy is claimed to be Lost by the Prophets of Eskalia. No one has confirmed where It is, but even the Prophets agree that only the Four can bring it back. The Four would include the Young One, the Elder One, the Shifter and the Thief.
One will not appear until the Fantasy appears to be Forever Gone, and even when the Four are united it may take long years for the Fantasy to Return.
Kia shut the book. What was it the dream-voice had said? Something, something, Young One, something, hope. The book had mentioned a Young One too. Strange.
Before she could think it over further, a soft knock came on the door.
“Kia? Why are you up so early?” She sighed, recognizing the tired voice as her mom’s.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she called through the door. She heard her mom drift over towards the bathroom in the hallway to get ready for work.
Thank God it’s summer vacation, she thought happily. She stood, dropping the old book onto the messy bed. She opened her door and stepped into the hallway, messy dark brown hair reaching her shoulder blades. But what’s the point of not getting up for school if you wake up so early anyway?
She made her way into the kitchen and put some Poptarts in the toaster. She wouldn’t be able to sit in her room to think if her stomach was growling at her all day. They popped up and she grabbed them and threw them on a plate. Pouring a glass of chocolate milk, she sat down at the table to eat.
As she wolfed her food down, her mother walked in. “’Morning,” she said blearily. Katherine Kahlee was not a morning person.
“Morning Mom,” Kia said, usual grin already on her face as she finished her poptarts. She stood, put the paper plate in the garbage and brought the chocolate milk into her room. She closed the door firmly behind her and sat down on her bed again, placing the chocolate milk on her night table.
She opened the book again and pulled it onto her lap.
