The pain that I posseses.
**Disclaimer** i dont own any of the characters in this story that ar copyrighted to J.R.R Tolkien. I do own a few of my origanl own though. Amiens((so far the only one introduced)) is mine.
The soft glow a top the candle's wick flickerd to a deing dusk. Each breath drawn in was shallow and each flick of her wrist a strain. Mist began to cloud her fragil sight as the candle fadded onward, thought nothing not even death of light or awful pain could halt her labor. Finishing this project... completing these little words were very important. The visions that had prosseded to float upon he like a dream came stronger now, more often, and ever clearer. It had to be completed before the time was to late.
Amiens lifted her pen with a great pain now. Lowering it still into the small black well. Drawing the tip away and placeing it in another world. The wolrd of her mind, as it danced across the paper putting life into the words she used to tell the tale of her twisted nightmare. Dabbing again at the vile she drew in a sharp quivering breath. It had come down to the last of the tale and persuing onword she would defeat the blinding pain shouthing through her entire body... Amiens would not let the force of the nightmares cease the recording of her tale.
**click** **shatter** The ink well and pen had slipped from her grasp as the web of torment and dispare she had strove so dillagently to finish was at last complete. A pearcing white light slowly seeped into her mind and cascaded over the tale of which she told. The aura beging to surrond her inner being with a suthing glow. Soft wispers echoed inside. " There is a place that you must find..."
Amiens felt a hand rest on her shoulder. Things became brigther even though her eyes we closed..somthing was coming...it wasn't here yet. But like in all her visions it would come. It always did. Like the calm of the wispering wind carring a message over the sea's angry waves. It always came.
"There is a place that you must find, that strecthes behind from just your mind." The words...what did they mean? She had never heard words before. It was always just a picture. A picture...there was none...just the feeling of a hand on her shoulder... Amiens quickly drew in a sharp breath. Pain. She heaved another heavy sigh. Tears. Flowing in a warm stream, streaking her delicate peach face, burning like a raging fire.
"There is a place..." again it began and again it trialled on. And more...more it hurt. The pain sharppend as the words came. "...where you must find, that streches behound from just your mind. So find it with what you possess its, physiclly its emptiness. But with heart you'll step inside, with what you carey it cannot hide...Listen now just listen true whats to come will notice you..."
Floating and haunting the words relead and danced before her eyes. Turning and twisting into darkness they kept themselves ingraved in her heart they would never leave her. Even though they would sleep in dormancy for such a long while one day the would make sence...
The darkness of the night finally engulfed her mind. It tore her from the world and let her sleep in peace...for the time.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well this is the end of the prolog! there will be much more to come! Even though it doesnt appear to be a LOTR stroy yet it will shape into one. i began it with an origanl charcater I have been creating for a while. I like her a lot I hope you will too. J.R.R. Tolkien's characters will enter in chapter 1!
~Hikaru-chan~
**Disclaimer** i dont own any of the characters in this story that ar copyrighted to J.R.R Tolkien. I do own a few of my origanl own though. Amiens((so far the only one introduced)) is mine.
The soft glow a top the candle's wick flickerd to a deing dusk. Each breath drawn in was shallow and each flick of her wrist a strain. Mist began to cloud her fragil sight as the candle fadded onward, thought nothing not even death of light or awful pain could halt her labor. Finishing this project... completing these little words were very important. The visions that had prosseded to float upon he like a dream came stronger now, more often, and ever clearer. It had to be completed before the time was to late.
Amiens lifted her pen with a great pain now. Lowering it still into the small black well. Drawing the tip away and placeing it in another world. The wolrd of her mind, as it danced across the paper putting life into the words she used to tell the tale of her twisted nightmare. Dabbing again at the vile she drew in a sharp quivering breath. It had come down to the last of the tale and persuing onword she would defeat the blinding pain shouthing through her entire body... Amiens would not let the force of the nightmares cease the recording of her tale.
**click** **shatter** The ink well and pen had slipped from her grasp as the web of torment and dispare she had strove so dillagently to finish was at last complete. A pearcing white light slowly seeped into her mind and cascaded over the tale of which she told. The aura beging to surrond her inner being with a suthing glow. Soft wispers echoed inside. " There is a place that you must find..."
Amiens felt a hand rest on her shoulder. Things became brigther even though her eyes we closed..somthing was coming...it wasn't here yet. But like in all her visions it would come. It always did. Like the calm of the wispering wind carring a message over the sea's angry waves. It always came.
"There is a place that you must find, that strecthes behind from just your mind." The words...what did they mean? She had never heard words before. It was always just a picture. A picture...there was none...just the feeling of a hand on her shoulder... Amiens quickly drew in a sharp breath. Pain. She heaved another heavy sigh. Tears. Flowing in a warm stream, streaking her delicate peach face, burning like a raging fire.
"There is a place..." again it began and again it trialled on. And more...more it hurt. The pain sharppend as the words came. "...where you must find, that streches behound from just your mind. So find it with what you possess its, physiclly its emptiness. But with heart you'll step inside, with what you carey it cannot hide...Listen now just listen true whats to come will notice you..."
Floating and haunting the words relead and danced before her eyes. Turning and twisting into darkness they kept themselves ingraved in her heart they would never leave her. Even though they would sleep in dormancy for such a long while one day the would make sence...
The darkness of the night finally engulfed her mind. It tore her from the world and let her sleep in peace...for the time.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well this is the end of the prolog! there will be much more to come! Even though it doesnt appear to be a LOTR stroy yet it will shape into one. i began it with an origanl charcater I have been creating for a while. I like her a lot I hope you will too. J.R.R. Tolkien's characters will enter in chapter 1!
~Hikaru-chan~