"Why on earth would someone take such a good book and ruin it?" Mora asked her friend as she held the movie Eragon up to her face. "I mean, don't get me wrong, they got some stuff right, but mostly, it sucked. Jeremy Irons, Garrett Hedlund were actually good actors in this film, but now they can't ever make the other books into film." She was sitting in the last class of the day, which thankfully was study hall. She had borrowed her copy of Eragon to one of the teachers and had been given it back today, much to her relief.
"I don't know or care. You're such a nerd. You act like these things are supposed to be treasured. Nerd." Her friend shot back, makin Mora roll her eyes. Don't get this attitude mixed up for one who doesn't really care, this was her best friend. They never agreed on a lot of things, books included. While Mora was more the nerd than her friend who was into sports, they both loved each other very much.
"At least I'm not a cheerleader you heathen." She said with a smirk before hearing the bell ring, Mora standing up and grabbing her backpack. Today had been another wonderful day in hell and thankfully, she had better stuff at home to do. Like read the Inheritance Cycle again...for the like, tenth time.
"See ya biatch!" Her friend called after her, making Mora smirk once more. She knew her friend was gonna stay behind and make goo-goo eyes at the local quarterback, which was childish and sort of stupid, but who was she to judge? She'd rather spend her days in the world of fantasy then here.
"See ya, twat!" With that farewell, Mora left the school and started her trek home.
She lived not too far from the school, which was nice. Maybe a mile or so. But walking it everyday, there and back again had made her pretty much dislike vehicles of any sort. Why get around in a car when you have two things called legs that wouldn't fail you? But then again, that was her thinking. She ran a hand through her hair, giggling slightly when she caught the red hues of it glimmer in the sunlight.
For whatever reason, fate decided she should have nearly un-natural colored red hair, which made her childhood and young adult life sometimes cool, and sometimes difficult. She'd get people asking her where she'd dyed her hair adn when she told them it was natural, she was met with shock or people telling her she was lying. Why the hell would she lie about her hair? Her eyes were a different story, they seemed to gleam silver, though most people chalked it up to sunlight or whatever lighting was around at that time. On one hand, it was cool, on the other, it made her seem even weirder.
Finally after about 45 minutes, she had made it home. Her parents weren't home, which made her blink in suprise, but then again, at the same time, she finally got control of the good TV! Hell yeah! She threw her backpack down in her room, grabbed her hand-and-a-half practice sword and then went out back. Yes, she trained with a sword, it was good practice for her and her father wanted her to have at least one form of self control down.
See, even without a sword in her hand, by learning how to wield one, and what moves to use, she could potentially dodge any moves in a fight. She was trained in hand to hand as well as with a bow. Her practice with a bow is what she used to hunt deer when her father took her on hunting trips. It was long and tedious, but the payoff was great when she actually managed to strike her target.
This might have been a strange habit for someone in the 21st century, where fighting with guns was common, but sword fighting was a love for Mora. Not one she would give up on either. After the small training session she had, the young girl showered and then got dressed in relaxing clothes. Her outfit consisted of sweat pants, a tanktop and her socks. Mora plopped down and pulled put her book, opening it up to the page shehad stopped on and contined. The book in question? Eragon, for she was re-reading the series once more.
For the course of three hours, Mora felt her emotions shift when Eragon's did and she could practically feel the wind whip her hair around as she flew with Sappira. That all came to and end when a loud clap of thunder was heard and all the lights turned off. "well...fuck me I guess." Mora muttered, reaching out to try and feel around. As her eyes started to adjust to the weird darkness in her room, she noticed with a startle that the words of her book were glowing. "Once more, fuck me." She muttered as her undying curiosity took over and she touched the pages.
She received a jolt, as if lightening stuck her, and the area surrounding her charged with electricity before the room went pitch black and the girl felt nothing. She was alone in the dark, and she was floating. Mora blinked, though it wasn't doing her much good. "Well fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck." She muttered into the nothing.