Okay, this is my story. I love Tolkien's work. He is by far my favorite
writer. I don't mean any harm to the story just like everyone else who does
remakes of it. We want to change things as in all books. True this story
sounds like the book and movie combined a lot it is still my own. (I don't
own anything except my foxixes Hee Hee ;))
They say that hobbits will shape the future. That they are the tomorrow of the world. But what about foxixes? How come they are forgotten in all time and legend? No one has ever heard of them. Have you? Do you even know what a foxix is? No one does, for they are said to be evil and malicious. That is not how it was suppose to play out though. Thanks to dark and evil powers, humans from Earth wish to forget about them. But some do not wish to forget, for they know the real story behind it all, and how one small foxix and one small hobbit with the help of a company changed the course of the future, for Mana and for the human world called Earth. And they, the ones who do not wish to forget, know about Mana and some of its secrets. For they know even the smallest persons can change the world.
'Alas my love you do me wrong, to turn me off discouragingly, For I have loved you so long.....' the voice trailed off.
The voice was that of Kiara. She lived in or on Mana. Another world very different from Earth. Most of the myths on Earth such as Elves, Dwarves, and Dragons lived here. Her mother died when she was eight, and she had been given a ring. A mysterious ring with the power to make it's bearer invisible. Most of her old life had been forgotten. She didn't remember her mother that well. Her father had died when she was young also. All she knew for sure is she was an elfish golden foxix.
Now what's a foxix you might ask. It almost looks like a wolf, but the tip of the tail is lit with fire. The fire tells someone if the foxix is alive or dead. They live when it burns and die when it's out. The foxix is catlike in moves and can attack without warning. They can fly like Luck Dragons. There were three types of foxixes: Red, White, and Golden. Golden were the most rare. Now all are extinct. Kiara is the only foxix left. They were killed off by an evil force and lies. You'll learn more about them later on.
Kiara had a horse named Blaze that had been missing for over a week. She had alerted all the towns and sent scouts out to search for her horse. Kiara gave a high pitched whistle. Then she waited.
'Still no sign of Blaze,' said Kiara.
She then went to the house were she was staying. There she was met by her baby white dragon, Flammie. Flammie was about six months old. She was still to young to fly.
There are four types of dragons that are good. Luck Dragons, White Dragons, Mana Beasts, and some Golden Dragons. Flammie is the last White Dragon, there is only one Mana Beast left, and Luck Dragons now live only in Fantastica. The dragons were killed off by the evil force too. All other dragons are mean and cruel. Lies were told about these dragons that they were cruel also.
'How's your flying coming, Flammie?' asked Kiara.
The baby dragon stared at the ground. She was disappointed that she could not fly yet.
'That's okay. You'll be flying soon before you know it. You're still to young to fly,' Kiara said reassuringly.
As Kiara slept that night she had dreams that were somewhat familiar. Like out of the past.
'Fireworks?! Oh goodie!!! What's the display going to look like this year, Gandalf?' asked Skylar.
'You'll just have to wait and find out,' answered the wizard with a smile.
'Wait?! ohhhhhh,' sighed Skylar with disappointment.
Kiara awoke the next morning. It was September 22. She ate breakfast and went out side. There was a huge mountain that she liked to climb and then sit at the top and think. She climbed to the top and sat there. She gazed at her surroundings. She was not aloud to go very far from the house. The caretakers wouldn't allow her too. She knew they were hiding something from her.
'Lovely morning isn't it,' said a voice.
'Yes indeed,' Kiara replied turning around. She saw an old man. She then said,' Good Morning. Who might you be?'
'I am called Gandalf in the North. Might you be Kiara?' asked the old man.
'That might be my name, and it might not. Why do you ask?' questioned Kiara.
'I seek for her. If she does not know who I am, I ask her why she does not remember,' said Gandalf.
'I don't remember much about my past,' replied Kiara sadly.
'Not even Gandalf the Grey? The one who use to take care of you when your parents were out. You do not remember me?' he questioned.
Kiara thought for a while. She did remember a Gandalf.
'I feel as if I remember, but I don't remember much about the years before. I remember someone named Gandalf who use to call me their wolf,' replied Kiara,' But he is said to be dead.' She sighed.
'There's my wolf,' replied Gandalf. '
'Gandalf!'exclaimed Kiara.
'Yes, my wolf,' said Gandalf,' Come with me to the Shire. You need to leave. I will reintroduce you to hobbits.'
'Hobbits,' Kiara said as if trying to recall a name,' Bilbo and Frodo Baggins. There was Sam, Pippin, and Merry too.'
'Yes, I have a party to tend to. Will you come with me?' asked Gandalf.
'I'm not allowed to leave the boundaries here,' Kiara said sadly. Then she said,' I think you were always in charge of fireworks. Are you this time?'
'So you do remember. Yes I am,' replied Gandalf.
'I'm coming,' Kiara said. She stood up and followed him to a cart.
A cart stood at the base of the mountain. It was full of fireworks. The horse pulling the cart grazed in front.
A young foxix by nature is very curious. They also love to get into mischief. Kiara saw the fireworks and turned into a foxix. She was a year and a half as a foxix. A very curious and mischievous age. But by nature Kiara was always curious. From the time she learned to walk she caused mischief. And as everyone knows mischief is caused by curiosity.
As Gandalf got in the drivers seat Kiara hopped in to the back. She looked at all the fireworks. So many to chose from. One that looked like a dragon took her curiosity. Gandalf saw she was intrigued by that one.
'Kiara, leave it alone,' he said,' Get up here.'
'But...' Kiara started to object.
'No but's are allowed,' said Gandalf,' Now get up here.'
Kiara reluctantly hopped into the front. She wanted to play with the fireworks. She wanted to set them off. They involved fire. Kiara loved fire. A foxix of course can breathe fire and love things that involve it.
The cart started moving. Before long the horse was trotting. Kiara and Gandalf were getting to know each other again.
'How have you been?' asked Gandalf.
'That sounded cheesy. How are you? HA! Well, actually.....Alone, with strange people watching over me. Not a moments peace I tell you. Not allowed to go anywhere. They watched over me like hounds,' said the foxix.
'Sounds like you're happy to be gone,' said Gandalf.
'And what are they going to do when they find out I've gone, I ask. Probably come after me. Send a search party, have hounds to follow me. I'll feel like trapped rat,' said Kiara sarcastically. Then she said,' It's like they didn't want me to find something. Anyhoo, How have you been?'
'Same as ever,' Gandalf said. He pondered over what Kiara said and meant for as we all know what is said and what is meant can be two different things.
'Tell me about the outside world,' Kiara said,' I haven't been outside the boundaries in a long time. Since those so called "caretakers" found me.'
'Life has gone on as it has this past age,' Gandalf said,' Nothing has happened. Thankfully.'
'I know of one thing you did not mention,' said Kiara. She talked softly,' I overheard that Angband is being restored. My caretakers were talking about it. They said it was still a rumor though. It sounded as if they were happy about it.'
'This news is ill,' replied Gandalf,' I did not know of this.'
'Yeah well,' said Kiara,' Things that were not meant to be publically seen or heard went on in that house. They were drug atticts. I guess that's what comes from living on Earth for fifty three years. They're on their death bed, but when they've found I'm not home and not planning on going home, they'll be kickin'. They probably know already, cuz the sun's passed high noon. That's when I have to be in.'
'Let us hope we pass these borders unnoticed then,' said Gandalf,' Do they know you are a foxix?'
'Nope, not that I know of,' said Kiara.
'Then let's pass you off as a dog and pray they do not know better,' said Gandalf,' and keep quiet.'
They say that hobbits will shape the future. That they are the tomorrow of the world. But what about foxixes? How come they are forgotten in all time and legend? No one has ever heard of them. Have you? Do you even know what a foxix is? No one does, for they are said to be evil and malicious. That is not how it was suppose to play out though. Thanks to dark and evil powers, humans from Earth wish to forget about them. But some do not wish to forget, for they know the real story behind it all, and how one small foxix and one small hobbit with the help of a company changed the course of the future, for Mana and for the human world called Earth. And they, the ones who do not wish to forget, know about Mana and some of its secrets. For they know even the smallest persons can change the world.
'Alas my love you do me wrong, to turn me off discouragingly, For I have loved you so long.....' the voice trailed off.
The voice was that of Kiara. She lived in or on Mana. Another world very different from Earth. Most of the myths on Earth such as Elves, Dwarves, and Dragons lived here. Her mother died when she was eight, and she had been given a ring. A mysterious ring with the power to make it's bearer invisible. Most of her old life had been forgotten. She didn't remember her mother that well. Her father had died when she was young also. All she knew for sure is she was an elfish golden foxix.
Now what's a foxix you might ask. It almost looks like a wolf, but the tip of the tail is lit with fire. The fire tells someone if the foxix is alive or dead. They live when it burns and die when it's out. The foxix is catlike in moves and can attack without warning. They can fly like Luck Dragons. There were three types of foxixes: Red, White, and Golden. Golden were the most rare. Now all are extinct. Kiara is the only foxix left. They were killed off by an evil force and lies. You'll learn more about them later on.
Kiara had a horse named Blaze that had been missing for over a week. She had alerted all the towns and sent scouts out to search for her horse. Kiara gave a high pitched whistle. Then she waited.
'Still no sign of Blaze,' said Kiara.
She then went to the house were she was staying. There she was met by her baby white dragon, Flammie. Flammie was about six months old. She was still to young to fly.
There are four types of dragons that are good. Luck Dragons, White Dragons, Mana Beasts, and some Golden Dragons. Flammie is the last White Dragon, there is only one Mana Beast left, and Luck Dragons now live only in Fantastica. The dragons were killed off by the evil force too. All other dragons are mean and cruel. Lies were told about these dragons that they were cruel also.
'How's your flying coming, Flammie?' asked Kiara.
The baby dragon stared at the ground. She was disappointed that she could not fly yet.
'That's okay. You'll be flying soon before you know it. You're still to young to fly,' Kiara said reassuringly.
As Kiara slept that night she had dreams that were somewhat familiar. Like out of the past.
'Fireworks?! Oh goodie!!! What's the display going to look like this year, Gandalf?' asked Skylar.
'You'll just have to wait and find out,' answered the wizard with a smile.
'Wait?! ohhhhhh,' sighed Skylar with disappointment.
Kiara awoke the next morning. It was September 22. She ate breakfast and went out side. There was a huge mountain that she liked to climb and then sit at the top and think. She climbed to the top and sat there. She gazed at her surroundings. She was not aloud to go very far from the house. The caretakers wouldn't allow her too. She knew they were hiding something from her.
'Lovely morning isn't it,' said a voice.
'Yes indeed,' Kiara replied turning around. She saw an old man. She then said,' Good Morning. Who might you be?'
'I am called Gandalf in the North. Might you be Kiara?' asked the old man.
'That might be my name, and it might not. Why do you ask?' questioned Kiara.
'I seek for her. If she does not know who I am, I ask her why she does not remember,' said Gandalf.
'I don't remember much about my past,' replied Kiara sadly.
'Not even Gandalf the Grey? The one who use to take care of you when your parents were out. You do not remember me?' he questioned.
Kiara thought for a while. She did remember a Gandalf.
'I feel as if I remember, but I don't remember much about the years before. I remember someone named Gandalf who use to call me their wolf,' replied Kiara,' But he is said to be dead.' She sighed.
'There's my wolf,' replied Gandalf. '
'Gandalf!'exclaimed Kiara.
'Yes, my wolf,' said Gandalf,' Come with me to the Shire. You need to leave. I will reintroduce you to hobbits.'
'Hobbits,' Kiara said as if trying to recall a name,' Bilbo and Frodo Baggins. There was Sam, Pippin, and Merry too.'
'Yes, I have a party to tend to. Will you come with me?' asked Gandalf.
'I'm not allowed to leave the boundaries here,' Kiara said sadly. Then she said,' I think you were always in charge of fireworks. Are you this time?'
'So you do remember. Yes I am,' replied Gandalf.
'I'm coming,' Kiara said. She stood up and followed him to a cart.
A cart stood at the base of the mountain. It was full of fireworks. The horse pulling the cart grazed in front.
A young foxix by nature is very curious. They also love to get into mischief. Kiara saw the fireworks and turned into a foxix. She was a year and a half as a foxix. A very curious and mischievous age. But by nature Kiara was always curious. From the time she learned to walk she caused mischief. And as everyone knows mischief is caused by curiosity.
As Gandalf got in the drivers seat Kiara hopped in to the back. She looked at all the fireworks. So many to chose from. One that looked like a dragon took her curiosity. Gandalf saw she was intrigued by that one.
'Kiara, leave it alone,' he said,' Get up here.'
'But...' Kiara started to object.
'No but's are allowed,' said Gandalf,' Now get up here.'
Kiara reluctantly hopped into the front. She wanted to play with the fireworks. She wanted to set them off. They involved fire. Kiara loved fire. A foxix of course can breathe fire and love things that involve it.
The cart started moving. Before long the horse was trotting. Kiara and Gandalf were getting to know each other again.
'How have you been?' asked Gandalf.
'That sounded cheesy. How are you? HA! Well, actually.....Alone, with strange people watching over me. Not a moments peace I tell you. Not allowed to go anywhere. They watched over me like hounds,' said the foxix.
'Sounds like you're happy to be gone,' said Gandalf.
'And what are they going to do when they find out I've gone, I ask. Probably come after me. Send a search party, have hounds to follow me. I'll feel like trapped rat,' said Kiara sarcastically. Then she said,' It's like they didn't want me to find something. Anyhoo, How have you been?'
'Same as ever,' Gandalf said. He pondered over what Kiara said and meant for as we all know what is said and what is meant can be two different things.
'Tell me about the outside world,' Kiara said,' I haven't been outside the boundaries in a long time. Since those so called "caretakers" found me.'
'Life has gone on as it has this past age,' Gandalf said,' Nothing has happened. Thankfully.'
'I know of one thing you did not mention,' said Kiara. She talked softly,' I overheard that Angband is being restored. My caretakers were talking about it. They said it was still a rumor though. It sounded as if they were happy about it.'
'This news is ill,' replied Gandalf,' I did not know of this.'
'Yeah well,' said Kiara,' Things that were not meant to be publically seen or heard went on in that house. They were drug atticts. I guess that's what comes from living on Earth for fifty three years. They're on their death bed, but when they've found I'm not home and not planning on going home, they'll be kickin'. They probably know already, cuz the sun's passed high noon. That's when I have to be in.'
'Let us hope we pass these borders unnoticed then,' said Gandalf,' Do they know you are a foxix?'
'Nope, not that I know of,' said Kiara.
'Then let's pass you off as a dog and pray they do not know better,' said Gandalf,' and keep quiet.'