DISCLAIMER: the setting is not mine, and some of the characters are not
mine. i admit it!! however, some of the characters are mine, so ask if you
want to use them, or the concept behind this fic. um, i make no money off
of this. really. um, but i could use some. ..please?
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20 years after King Daystar began his reign, most of the world was wiped out by a mysterious force. Now, 300 years later, a young girl stricken by dreams of the land that used to be is entwined by fate to dig up the remnants of the Enchanted Forest, and the story of it's destruction.
Dreaming of Dragons
By Ender Casteleyn
Chapter One: In Which Nerumi Braves the Divine Wrath of History Teachers
Dragons in the mountains. The distant thumping of wings beating hard against solid air... or was that the sound of a war drum? Perhaps only the pulse of her dreaming heart. Nerumi woke with a start, ears still pounding from the rhythmic beat of her reoccurring dream. For weeks the same vision had haunted her in sleep; visions of wizards, dragons, elves, giants, dwarves... legendary creatures only seldom read about in history books, considered sinful to even mention otherwise... and then nothing. A soft 'whoosh' and a blinding white light, and then nothing. Nerumi didn't know what to make of the dream. In fact, it scared her so much, she had never even thought much of it after it was over and done with. Ignorance is bliss, she'd tell herself.
Shaking her head to clear vision of the white spots that danced in front of her, she reluctantly began to leave the confines of her warm bed to brave the cold of her room. She rose, and stood to stare at herself in the looking glass; somewhat of a morning ritual to Nerumi. She was a bit short, five foot three inches when last measured, with a somewhat medium build. Her hands were still too big, she noted, and her legs too long. Sighing, she came to the decision that she might be considered shapely either by waiting a few years or with the right lighting and a good, tight corset, but for now her sixteen year old body wasn't quite up to it. Glancing at her face, vaguely emotional green-grey eyes stared back at her. Their almond shape could be considered beautiful, but other than that they were quite plain. To put it simply, her eyes were the most extraordinary thing about Nerumi. Her face was well proportioned, true, framed by somewhat stylishly cut dark red hair, but she was truly quite average. No, she was definitely not beautiful. However, she was not ugly either. Simply Nerumi, she thought to herself with a short nod, and that's the way I like it.
After hastily throwing on an old, dingy tunic and her fourth best pair of leggings, all the while pondering what to do with her dream, she came to a decision. She would seek clarification from her brother's history tutor, who lived only a few houses over. Two mismatched socks and some holey (though quite unreligious) boots later, she was out the door.
What business have you with me," a large book in a very dusty corner with two bushy eyebrows and a frighteningly receding hairline demanded.
I am Nerumi Yantha. You tutor my brother, and I have a few questions I need answered. Figured you could help, right? Considering you know how to read 'n stuff." The eyebrows raised a bit, and the book lowered, revealing filmy gray eyes surrounded by mounds of wrinkled flesh. Had she not been as tired as she was, Nerumi would have made a face. A very disgusted face.
Yantha, is it? Pity you're female, if you take at all after your brother, you might have been a scholar."
My brother and me aren't related. About my question?"
My brother and I," The book lowered completely. Nerumi wished it hadn't. She shifted a bit where she stood, the bitter taste of the retort she had wanted to make lingering on her tongue. Being rude wasn't going to get her questions answered, she decided, so she may as well be silent and hope His Highness of the Historical Knowledge didn't croak before she knew all she needed to.
The man in the corner sighed, seeming to signal that he would listen to her questions.
I was just wondering... wondering what happened to, well, the... er, the Enchanted Forest." Nerumi winced preemptively for the blow she knew was coming. It didn't. Surprised, she opened one eye. She regretted it almost instantly; the man's ancient flesh was red as a ripe tomato, and his yellowed fingernails were digging into the hard oak of his desk.
You dare speak of such a thing, and so lightly! Yaida, blessed be he who resides over the Afterplanes, forbids us to speak of a time when such... such... magic was used, unless to warn us of it's reciprocation! If you went to morning lectures more often you would know all that is needed to be known about That Place: it is evil. Magic is evil. The rest need not even be said! In That Place, Queens had as much power as Kings, mere witches were used to aide in the ruling of the Kingdom, and magic! The whole place was crawling with magic!"
Yes yes, of course." Nerumi shifted again. "So then, how was it destroyed?"
Young lady, I certainly hope your father whips you nightly for your ignorance of The Ways. Yaida destroyed That Place, along with every last one of it's inhabitants." The Old One raised his eyebrow again, as if daring her to question further.
She dared.
Even the dragons?"
The tomato burst.
"OUT."
She outed.
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thus ends the first chapter of my very first fanfiction! the inspiration for this came from a really good harry potter fanfic, where it used the setting of the original books, but with mostly new characters. i thought it was very original! so, look forward to seeing a few familiar faces (morwen and telemain, most likely, but probably no cimorene or mendanbar, sorry! i don't know - we'll see how it ends up going) as well as a few new ones!
look forward to the next chapter!
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20 years after King Daystar began his reign, most of the world was wiped out by a mysterious force. Now, 300 years later, a young girl stricken by dreams of the land that used to be is entwined by fate to dig up the remnants of the Enchanted Forest, and the story of it's destruction.
Dreaming of Dragons
By Ender Casteleyn
Chapter One: In Which Nerumi Braves the Divine Wrath of History Teachers
Dragons in the mountains. The distant thumping of wings beating hard against solid air... or was that the sound of a war drum? Perhaps only the pulse of her dreaming heart. Nerumi woke with a start, ears still pounding from the rhythmic beat of her reoccurring dream. For weeks the same vision had haunted her in sleep; visions of wizards, dragons, elves, giants, dwarves... legendary creatures only seldom read about in history books, considered sinful to even mention otherwise... and then nothing. A soft 'whoosh' and a blinding white light, and then nothing. Nerumi didn't know what to make of the dream. In fact, it scared her so much, she had never even thought much of it after it was over and done with. Ignorance is bliss, she'd tell herself.
Shaking her head to clear vision of the white spots that danced in front of her, she reluctantly began to leave the confines of her warm bed to brave the cold of her room. She rose, and stood to stare at herself in the looking glass; somewhat of a morning ritual to Nerumi. She was a bit short, five foot three inches when last measured, with a somewhat medium build. Her hands were still too big, she noted, and her legs too long. Sighing, she came to the decision that she might be considered shapely either by waiting a few years or with the right lighting and a good, tight corset, but for now her sixteen year old body wasn't quite up to it. Glancing at her face, vaguely emotional green-grey eyes stared back at her. Their almond shape could be considered beautiful, but other than that they were quite plain. To put it simply, her eyes were the most extraordinary thing about Nerumi. Her face was well proportioned, true, framed by somewhat stylishly cut dark red hair, but she was truly quite average. No, she was definitely not beautiful. However, she was not ugly either. Simply Nerumi, she thought to herself with a short nod, and that's the way I like it.
After hastily throwing on an old, dingy tunic and her fourth best pair of leggings, all the while pondering what to do with her dream, she came to a decision. She would seek clarification from her brother's history tutor, who lived only a few houses over. Two mismatched socks and some holey (though quite unreligious) boots later, she was out the door.
What business have you with me," a large book in a very dusty corner with two bushy eyebrows and a frighteningly receding hairline demanded.
I am Nerumi Yantha. You tutor my brother, and I have a few questions I need answered. Figured you could help, right? Considering you know how to read 'n stuff." The eyebrows raised a bit, and the book lowered, revealing filmy gray eyes surrounded by mounds of wrinkled flesh. Had she not been as tired as she was, Nerumi would have made a face. A very disgusted face.
Yantha, is it? Pity you're female, if you take at all after your brother, you might have been a scholar."
My brother and me aren't related. About my question?"
My brother and I," The book lowered completely. Nerumi wished it hadn't. She shifted a bit where she stood, the bitter taste of the retort she had wanted to make lingering on her tongue. Being rude wasn't going to get her questions answered, she decided, so she may as well be silent and hope His Highness of the Historical Knowledge didn't croak before she knew all she needed to.
The man in the corner sighed, seeming to signal that he would listen to her questions.
I was just wondering... wondering what happened to, well, the... er, the Enchanted Forest." Nerumi winced preemptively for the blow she knew was coming. It didn't. Surprised, she opened one eye. She regretted it almost instantly; the man's ancient flesh was red as a ripe tomato, and his yellowed fingernails were digging into the hard oak of his desk.
You dare speak of such a thing, and so lightly! Yaida, blessed be he who resides over the Afterplanes, forbids us to speak of a time when such... such... magic was used, unless to warn us of it's reciprocation! If you went to morning lectures more often you would know all that is needed to be known about That Place: it is evil. Magic is evil. The rest need not even be said! In That Place, Queens had as much power as Kings, mere witches were used to aide in the ruling of the Kingdom, and magic! The whole place was crawling with magic!"
Yes yes, of course." Nerumi shifted again. "So then, how was it destroyed?"
Young lady, I certainly hope your father whips you nightly for your ignorance of The Ways. Yaida destroyed That Place, along with every last one of it's inhabitants." The Old One raised his eyebrow again, as if daring her to question further.
She dared.
Even the dragons?"
The tomato burst.
"OUT."
She outed.
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thus ends the first chapter of my very first fanfiction! the inspiration for this came from a really good harry potter fanfic, where it used the setting of the original books, but with mostly new characters. i thought it was very original! so, look forward to seeing a few familiar faces (morwen and telemain, most likely, but probably no cimorene or mendanbar, sorry! i don't know - we'll see how it ends up going) as well as a few new ones!
look forward to the next chapter!