The Blue Orb.
Disclaimer: I own Randi and Lora, but no one else.
Summery: It was bad enough when two teenagers switched bodies. It got worse when Catti-Brie, Drizzt, Wulfgar, and Regis got dragged into the mess.Things went horribly wrong when Danica, Bruenor, Jarlaxle, Entreri, Dinin, and Zaknafein got mixed in too. Insert a magical Orb that may be to blame and a confusing quest. And Vierna may be the only one who can save them. But will she? How will they ever get out of this mess? Can Cadderly or Dwahvel help?
Yes, I know I have so much stuff to do, but I will do it, I know exactly where everything else is going . . . almost . . . and I just realized this idea. Hope you enjoy.
Prologue.
"What is it?"
Randi crept closer to it, shielding her eyes. Upon the black and bloody alter sat a ball of glass or crystal, about as tall as the teenager's hand and just as wide. As she approached, it began to glow a soft, hazy blue.
"I don't like it." Lora hissed between clenched teeth, her green eyes watching the sphere with open hostility. One thin hand ran over her torn tunic and pants, tracing the tears in the faded fabric and the bloodstains of the foes. "We shouldn't be here." she added.
"Sssst!" Randi, brown eyes wide in her sixteen-year-old face, cast a look around. "We just escaped those zombies! Do you want them to come after us? Again?"
"Nope." The humans shuddered. Lora shook her head, copper hair brushing her shoulders. "Lets just grab the dang thing and run. Please, Randi!"
Randi licked her lips. "Jabez said to get the Orb." she muttered bitterly."Yeah, we'll get it. But, after all this trouble, we should just keep it!"
"Whatever!" Lora scowled, wringing her hands nervously."Just get it!"
"Don't rush me!" Randi tugged at one of her black, kinky curls with a dark hand. She was scared, though she didn't dare admit it.
The girls' thoughts were interrupted by a CRACK and a BOOM.
"GET IT!" screamed Lora. "The ceiling's coming down! Just GET IT!"
"FINE!"Randi screamed right back at her forward, she reached the ancient altar and stared at the Orb for a moment. Maybe it was her imagination, but the Orb seemed to be glowing brighter . . .
Damn it all, she didn't have time for this! Cursing, the female reached out and snatched the Orb from its holder. For a second, icy, searing, shocking pain vibrated through her fingertips, her hands, her bones, her veins . . . but before her senses could accept the pain, the hurt, it was gone, vanished, leaving no trace that it had ever been there. Gone so quickly that Randi doubted that it had been there at all. She hugged the orb to her chest and ran . . .
The ceiling was falling . . .
And falling, and falling, and falling. It crashed about her, around her, smashing the bones of the skeletons that reached, grasped, for a hold on her robes . . . her head hurt from the wound that wretched goblin had given her . . . ah . . . she was on her knees, her legs refusing to move . . .
She heard, dimly, Lora cry out in pain. She saw, dimly, the floor crack and split. She tasted, faintly, the raised dust and ash . . . she felt, dreamily, the Orb slide from her fingers as the pain worsened, driving a dagger into her skull, misting over her eyes . . .
The world went dark.
Lora, looking on, screamed out as Randi's fingers loosened as she fell, jarred from her grasp. The Orb tumbled, struck the ground, and shattered with an unholy hiss . . . the light, the glow, seized the nine shards of broken Orb and clung on . . . and she felt a ringing in her ears . . .
Ah . . .
Lora fainted on the cold, cracked stone floor of the temple.
This is the prolouge, so it is supposed to be short.
More is coming, I promise.
Oh, both Randi and Lora are 16. Just so you know.
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