Title: a tranquil rebellion [ prologue ]
Author: Freija
Rating: PG
Notes: Here is my first attempt at EverQuest fanfiction. Those of my frequent
anime/manga fanfiction and poetry readers who are not familiar with the game
may still enjoy this story, as knowledge of the game is not really necessary
to understand the plot. This story will differ from my others in that it will
have considerably less (if any) romance *listens as Nimo-chan breaks into
tears ^^()*. (Puts her hands together and prays for SV/CP fics =P lol)
However, the characters are created by myself and classmates and should be
interesting enough to hold your attention. Basically the only thing you
really need to know is that it takes place in the EQ world.
Special Thanks to my friends for further info on their characters (if you
have the game, you can even message us online sometime as story characters
are all actual game characters ^_~) ... :
Character personality and background
Me - Sylphiel, Aaudana, Chielle, Baeril, Rayle
Darius - Cyzaine, Tyrsell
Thalia - Cephea
Tristy - (soon to be announced)
AJay - Hitomie
Danelle - Sakora
Enjoy the story! ^_^
~ Freija
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"Sylphiel!"
Mother's voice rang in my ears, as I awoke to face the blazing
inferno around me.
"Get out of the house!!"
Leaping to my feet, I hadn't even noticed just how much was already
lost, burned away. My whole room was ablaze.
Tears streamed out my eyes as Mother lifted me up and waded through
the firey corners. She was crying, too... and using a minor Druid spell, she
parted the flame blocking our exit.
Then she tripped...
"Mommy..."
"Go! Sylphiel! Go on!!"
Too young and scared to fully realize what I was doing, I responded
as she wanted me to. I flew out the door, coughing and panting through the
thick smoke.
Another flaming log descended upon me, and returned to block my
escape. Crying helplessly, I sat down with my head in my arms, tattered skirt
charred with the residue from the burnt reckage.
And a pair of noble eyes caught my sight...
"Come with me, little one."
Swooping me up in his arms, the knight rushed me downstairs, slashing
through any obstacles with his large sword. One by one he slain the fire
elemental Pets, slicing them in half with ease.
"Why can't those damned elves just leave this city alone..."
Feeling surprisingly safe, I started to recognize his features. Tall
and dark skinned, I knew he was an Erudite. Clad in armor and immense weapons,
he was obviously one of the elite holy knights know as Paladins. It was his
duty as a Paladin to protect the innocent civilians, like me and...
Mother!
I screamed out, suddenly remembering that she was left behind.
"Please... s-sir... my mother..."
He placed me down onto the safe ground, next to the bloody corpse of
what was a Dark Elf Necromancer. I shuddered at the sight of our mortal
enemy... pure terror was what they brought to our city.
"End this unholy act of destruction... bring upon this child the gift
of Your Salvation." Glowing, my small wounds disappeared as quickly as I had
recieved them. He lifted his hands from my knee and smiled at me. "You are
safe now, young one."
"M-m-mother..."
"What? There are others?"
The knight went into the ruins of our home, and returned to my side
after a few long minutes of waiting and wondering. He was holding a blackened
and bloody corpse. I was too young to understand. Just too young...
"Please, Sir... heal her please."
"My child..." He bowed his head low. "I cannot. She is dead. My
prayers are with her as she begins the Journey to Eternal Peace..."
"But... you healed me..."
He shook his head. "I am but a Paladin. This sort of injustice I do
not have the power to undo..."
"Why???" I urged him, crying out in despair, hurt and confused.
"Only a powerful Cleric, with the spell of Resurrection, could
handle such a might and death-cheating task such as this one... I regret
that I am not one myself."
I cried more and more, my hands on her stomach. I concentrated on
healing her... but only small sparks came. Fizzle after fizzle, my magic was
unefficient and weak.
"Ah... Blessed Be the gift of Your Rain, oh Karana..." the Knight
prayed, after seeing the fire begin to subcede as water started to fall from
the sky. "May Your Healing Waters Bless this innocent home, so unfairly
persecuted..."
The rain.
The rain could put out the fire.
A Cleric.
A Cleric can revive the dead.
A Cleric could have saved her.
...I will become that person.
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Author: Freija
Rating: PG
Notes: Here is my first attempt at EverQuest fanfiction. Those of my frequent
anime/manga fanfiction and poetry readers who are not familiar with the game
may still enjoy this story, as knowledge of the game is not really necessary
to understand the plot. This story will differ from my others in that it will
have considerably less (if any) romance *listens as Nimo-chan breaks into
tears ^^()*. (Puts her hands together and prays for SV/CP fics =P lol)
However, the characters are created by myself and classmates and should be
interesting enough to hold your attention. Basically the only thing you
really need to know is that it takes place in the EQ world.
Special Thanks to my friends for further info on their characters (if you
have the game, you can even message us online sometime as story characters
are all actual game characters ^_~) ... :
Character personality and background
Me - Sylphiel, Aaudana, Chielle, Baeril, Rayle
Darius - Cyzaine, Tyrsell
Thalia - Cephea
Tristy - (soon to be announced)
AJay - Hitomie
Danelle - Sakora
Enjoy the story! ^_^
~ Freija
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"Sylphiel!"
Mother's voice rang in my ears, as I awoke to face the blazing
inferno around me.
"Get out of the house!!"
Leaping to my feet, I hadn't even noticed just how much was already
lost, burned away. My whole room was ablaze.
Tears streamed out my eyes as Mother lifted me up and waded through
the firey corners. She was crying, too... and using a minor Druid spell, she
parted the flame blocking our exit.
Then she tripped...
"Mommy..."
"Go! Sylphiel! Go on!!"
Too young and scared to fully realize what I was doing, I responded
as she wanted me to. I flew out the door, coughing and panting through the
thick smoke.
Another flaming log descended upon me, and returned to block my
escape. Crying helplessly, I sat down with my head in my arms, tattered skirt
charred with the residue from the burnt reckage.
And a pair of noble eyes caught my sight...
"Come with me, little one."
Swooping me up in his arms, the knight rushed me downstairs, slashing
through any obstacles with his large sword. One by one he slain the fire
elemental Pets, slicing them in half with ease.
"Why can't those damned elves just leave this city alone..."
Feeling surprisingly safe, I started to recognize his features. Tall
and dark skinned, I knew he was an Erudite. Clad in armor and immense weapons,
he was obviously one of the elite holy knights know as Paladins. It was his
duty as a Paladin to protect the innocent civilians, like me and...
Mother!
I screamed out, suddenly remembering that she was left behind.
"Please... s-sir... my mother..."
He placed me down onto the safe ground, next to the bloody corpse of
what was a Dark Elf Necromancer. I shuddered at the sight of our mortal
enemy... pure terror was what they brought to our city.
"End this unholy act of destruction... bring upon this child the gift
of Your Salvation." Glowing, my small wounds disappeared as quickly as I had
recieved them. He lifted his hands from my knee and smiled at me. "You are
safe now, young one."
"M-m-mother..."
"What? There are others?"
The knight went into the ruins of our home, and returned to my side
after a few long minutes of waiting and wondering. He was holding a blackened
and bloody corpse. I was too young to understand. Just too young...
"Please, Sir... heal her please."
"My child..." He bowed his head low. "I cannot. She is dead. My
prayers are with her as she begins the Journey to Eternal Peace..."
"But... you healed me..."
He shook his head. "I am but a Paladin. This sort of injustice I do
not have the power to undo..."
"Why???" I urged him, crying out in despair, hurt and confused.
"Only a powerful Cleric, with the spell of Resurrection, could
handle such a might and death-cheating task such as this one... I regret
that I am not one myself."
I cried more and more, my hands on her stomach. I concentrated on
healing her... but only small sparks came. Fizzle after fizzle, my magic was
unefficient and weak.
"Ah... Blessed Be the gift of Your Rain, oh Karana..." the Knight
prayed, after seeing the fire begin to subcede as water started to fall from
the sky. "May Your Healing Waters Bless this innocent home, so unfairly
persecuted..."
The rain.
The rain could put out the fire.
A Cleric.
A Cleric can revive the dead.
A Cleric could have saved her.
...I will become that person.
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