Disclaimer: It's all mine---err.actually none of it is.everything belongs
to the brilliant Garth Nix
Prologue: Blurred visions in ice, uncertain futures, the creation of the world. All these things I saw, heard, and felt. In the beginning there where nine. Orannis, Yreal, Astareal, Saraneth, Beleager, Dyriun, Kibeth, Mosreal, and myself, Ranna. Each of the nine had raw and completely unrestrained powers. Some of the power was destroyed, some created, and some simply shifter the time of sands in one way or another. I was a shifter, but not over time itself, but in what people did with the time that was given to them. With a touch of my finger you might sleep for 1,000 years, when I spoke perhaps for 10,000 years, and when I sang you might sleep unknowing until the end of time. I have other gifts as well, but always I am remembered as Ranna, the sleeper. Smallest and least powerful of the seven creators. Not so well remembered is that I was the most clever, the most cunning, and the most forgiving of them all. How few of my own creations remember that it was me making spell and sword to bind and break Orannis. And how few remember when I created the first life on this world, a small blue flower growing from the ashes. Ashes from when the world was burned and destroyed, long before this new world began...
( Sorry this is so short but it's just a prologue----please review (
Prologue: Blurred visions in ice, uncertain futures, the creation of the world. All these things I saw, heard, and felt. In the beginning there where nine. Orannis, Yreal, Astareal, Saraneth, Beleager, Dyriun, Kibeth, Mosreal, and myself, Ranna. Each of the nine had raw and completely unrestrained powers. Some of the power was destroyed, some created, and some simply shifter the time of sands in one way or another. I was a shifter, but not over time itself, but in what people did with the time that was given to them. With a touch of my finger you might sleep for 1,000 years, when I spoke perhaps for 10,000 years, and when I sang you might sleep unknowing until the end of time. I have other gifts as well, but always I am remembered as Ranna, the sleeper. Smallest and least powerful of the seven creators. Not so well remembered is that I was the most clever, the most cunning, and the most forgiving of them all. How few of my own creations remember that it was me making spell and sword to bind and break Orannis. And how few remember when I created the first life on this world, a small blue flower growing from the ashes. Ashes from when the world was burned and destroyed, long before this new world began...
( Sorry this is so short but it's just a prologue----please review (
