Liza
Disclaimer: I don't own The Claidi Journals.
Author's Note: This is Nightraven. My story takes place after Wolf Queen. It is about the daughter of Argul and Claidi, although Argul will not become a main character until a little later on.
Author's Note 2: Hey! It's Nightraven again. This is one of my first fictions, so please R&R!!! Be honest, and flame away, it's getting cold in here!!! Love ya, enjoy the story.
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It was dark. Probably close to midnight, although it was hard to tell. A cold, relentless wind pounded at my back, and chilled me to my very bones. I was in a forest, alone, and terror was gripping at my soul. I could feel the eyes of another being watching me. It was waiting for me to take action, to risk a movement.
Slowly but surely I turned around. I couldn't see anything at first. Then. It was horrible! Blazing red eyes, muscular arms ending with sharp talons, black scales covering its entire body... I knew what I had to do. Reaching for the ancient sword strapped securely at my side, I withdrew it and brandished it at the evil creature.
"BE GONE DEMON!" I yelled with all my might, "GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME!"
I charged forward, the fear gone. With a strong battle cry, I plunged my powerful weapon into the heart of the horrible beast-
"Miss Liza!"
A voice whispered in my ear. Somebody shook me. I could smell bacon frying close by. There was that sound again.
"Miss Liza!"
Ugh - I knew that voice. My nanny. A plump, cheerful woman named Edith who always had something kind to say about everybody. She annoyed me to no end.
"MISS LIZA!"
"ALL RIGHT!"
I sat up and looked around. I was in my own four-poster bed, in the room where I had more or less spent my entire childhood. There was the oak dresser that held all of my clothes. The small glass window where sunshine poured in every morning. Even the old mirror with a floral design carved in its wooden frame. It had all been a dream. "Miss Liza, deary, you've had been havin' a bad dream. I could hear ya yellin' from all the way down the hall." Edith looked at me with her big, brown eyes full of concern. Her mouth was set in a straight line. "It's okay, Edith, I'm quite all right. Now run along and.and. I don't know, just leave!" As soon as the words left my mouth I realized it was actually a very harsh thing to say. I didn't care, however. I just wanted her out so I could think about my dream in peace. "Yes, Miss Liza." Looking rather put off, my nanny scuttled out of my bedroom, probably heading for the kitchen. Poor old woman, I thought, feeling a rare surge of pity for Edith. I really treat her more like a maid than a nanny sometimes. I let that thought pass quickly, and moved on to considering my vision. I had had that dream before. The hideous monster was a familiar sight, as was the magical weapon I yielded. What could it all mean? I heard a voice from downstairs. I recognized it as my mother, Claidi's. She was beckoning me down for breakfast. I hurriedly pushed myself out of bed and got dressed. I could think later, for now there was food to be eaten.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Claidi Journals.
Author's Note: This is Nightraven. My story takes place after Wolf Queen. It is about the daughter of Argul and Claidi, although Argul will not become a main character until a little later on.
Author's Note 2: Hey! It's Nightraven again. This is one of my first fictions, so please R&R!!! Be honest, and flame away, it's getting cold in here!!! Love ya, enjoy the story.
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It was dark. Probably close to midnight, although it was hard to tell. A cold, relentless wind pounded at my back, and chilled me to my very bones. I was in a forest, alone, and terror was gripping at my soul. I could feel the eyes of another being watching me. It was waiting for me to take action, to risk a movement.
Slowly but surely I turned around. I couldn't see anything at first. Then. It was horrible! Blazing red eyes, muscular arms ending with sharp talons, black scales covering its entire body... I knew what I had to do. Reaching for the ancient sword strapped securely at my side, I withdrew it and brandished it at the evil creature.
"BE GONE DEMON!" I yelled with all my might, "GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME!"
I charged forward, the fear gone. With a strong battle cry, I plunged my powerful weapon into the heart of the horrible beast-
"Miss Liza!"
A voice whispered in my ear. Somebody shook me. I could smell bacon frying close by. There was that sound again.
"Miss Liza!"
Ugh - I knew that voice. My nanny. A plump, cheerful woman named Edith who always had something kind to say about everybody. She annoyed me to no end.
"MISS LIZA!"
"ALL RIGHT!"
I sat up and looked around. I was in my own four-poster bed, in the room where I had more or less spent my entire childhood. There was the oak dresser that held all of my clothes. The small glass window where sunshine poured in every morning. Even the old mirror with a floral design carved in its wooden frame. It had all been a dream. "Miss Liza, deary, you've had been havin' a bad dream. I could hear ya yellin' from all the way down the hall." Edith looked at me with her big, brown eyes full of concern. Her mouth was set in a straight line. "It's okay, Edith, I'm quite all right. Now run along and.and. I don't know, just leave!" As soon as the words left my mouth I realized it was actually a very harsh thing to say. I didn't care, however. I just wanted her out so I could think about my dream in peace. "Yes, Miss Liza." Looking rather put off, my nanny scuttled out of my bedroom, probably heading for the kitchen. Poor old woman, I thought, feeling a rare surge of pity for Edith. I really treat her more like a maid than a nanny sometimes. I let that thought pass quickly, and moved on to considering my vision. I had had that dream before. The hideous monster was a familiar sight, as was the magical weapon I yielded. What could it all mean? I heard a voice from downstairs. I recognized it as my mother, Claidi's. She was beckoning me down for breakfast. I hurriedly pushed myself out of bed and got dressed. I could think later, for now there was food to be eaten.