This is the beginning of a story which hit me in the head as
I was trying to read a great little adventure story.
It kept screaming to be let out, forcing me to make copious notes, diagrams and maps until it finally burst forth into halfway decent (I hope!!!) prose.
Oh yes, I dont own this, its Clamps!!
Ancient Treasures: Prologue
High in the dark sky, a osprey circles.
It's eyes glowing with unnatural light, it peers done on a
small cottage set among the tall trees on the outskirst of a
little farm village.
Swooping down, it spies a young girl walking from a
outbuilding.
She is small, with short, light blond hair.
To any eye but the bird's, she would seem as any other
farm maid.
But the bird see's more than most. Gold and silver swirls
around the young maid, almost blinding it.
Landing in a tree near the back of the cottage, the bird
follows the girls progress.
She carries only a basket of eggs and vegtables.
Waiting till she has entered the back door of the cottage,
the bird then wings its way to the small window nearest to it.
Glancing in through the panes into the well lit room,
it can see the girl talking excitably with a tall, light haired
man.
The man laughs, smiles down at the girl and ruffles her hair.
When the girl leaves, the man turns back to his desk and picks up a small object that sits there.
It is a small book, elaboratelly chased with gold and silver,
and locked with a clasp.
The osprey stares at the book in the man's hands, examining
it with eye's more seeing than nature granted it.
Unaware of the gaze upon him, the man continues with the
spell he was trying before the girl interupted him.
"Hazard tel Ovantus." He cries, in a voice of command.
The book lays in the quiet candle light, unaffected.
Muttering to himself, the man picks up a quill and writes in a small notebook.
"Another failure. Thats the eight spell of command I have tried. There must be some way to open this thing."
Preparing another spell, the man is interupted by a call from
several rooms away.
"Father! Dinner is ready. Stop playing with that book and come eat while it is still hot."
Sighing in resignation, the man picks up the book and his notebook and places them in a drawer of his desk.
"Coming Sakura!" He calls out.
After locking the drawer, he walks to the door leading from the room.
Pausing there, he waves a hand at the candles on his desk.
"Ocuras tel Limit." He whispers.
The candles blink out, plunging the room into twighlight.
After the door closes, the osprey continues to stare into
the dark empty room.
Finally, the bird takes wing again, climbing high into the night sky.
Circling once, the osprey turns south and begins its long journey home.
Far away to the south, in a tall castle on the slopes of a
dead volcano, a young boy opens his eyes.
They are black these eyes, full of ancient pain and knowledge. Not even the spectacles he wears hides this.
In front of his chair there is a table, old and scared.
Sitting there is a small black cat with wings, and wise
old eyes.
In a chair next to the table sits a lovely young women.
Both of the wait for the young boy to speak.
"It has been found." He says after a time. "The book of the clow sits once more in the light of day."
"And so it begins." The cat says.
"And so it begins." The young women echoes. "Finally."
Standing up, the young woman bows to the young boy.
"Master Eriol, Prince of Darkspire, what is thy command?"
Shifting his eyes from the fire that roars in the rooms hearth, the boy glances at the young woman.
"Release the wargolems, bring me that book. And all who live in that house. Alive!"
"Yes Master," She says. "Thy will be done."
Striding quickly, she leaves the room, shutting the door
quietly behind her.
The boy stands himself and walks over to a high, wide set of glassed doors leading to a balcony.
Opening them he steps out into darkness lit only by the moons and stars and the lights of the village castle below him.
Flying softly behind him, the black cat lands on his shoulder.
Crouching down, he looks first at the moons, then the lights below.
Finally, he looks up into the face of the boy.
"Are you sure this will work Master?" He ask's.
"It has to work," The boy replies. "It is my last chance."
"If I do not break this curse before my 16th birthday, I will not see another. At least not as myself. And I would not like that personally, Spinel."
"Neither would I Master," Spinel replies. "Neither would I."
Quietly, with the black cat on his shoulder, the young boy turns from the light of the moons and enters his castle.
Silence returns in the emptiness of the night, broken only by the whine of wargolems marching to battle. And the
wind, carrying the future before it.
Weee!!! Its done!!! Now I need to get the first chapter done.
Please Review me!! Thanks!!
I was trying to read a great little adventure story.
It kept screaming to be let out, forcing me to make copious notes, diagrams and maps until it finally burst forth into halfway decent (I hope!!!) prose.
Oh yes, I dont own this, its Clamps!!
Ancient Treasures: Prologue
High in the dark sky, a osprey circles.
It's eyes glowing with unnatural light, it peers done on a
small cottage set among the tall trees on the outskirst of a
little farm village.
Swooping down, it spies a young girl walking from a
outbuilding.
She is small, with short, light blond hair.
To any eye but the bird's, she would seem as any other
farm maid.
But the bird see's more than most. Gold and silver swirls
around the young maid, almost blinding it.
Landing in a tree near the back of the cottage, the bird
follows the girls progress.
She carries only a basket of eggs and vegtables.
Waiting till she has entered the back door of the cottage,
the bird then wings its way to the small window nearest to it.
Glancing in through the panes into the well lit room,
it can see the girl talking excitably with a tall, light haired
man.
The man laughs, smiles down at the girl and ruffles her hair.
When the girl leaves, the man turns back to his desk and picks up a small object that sits there.
It is a small book, elaboratelly chased with gold and silver,
and locked with a clasp.
The osprey stares at the book in the man's hands, examining
it with eye's more seeing than nature granted it.
Unaware of the gaze upon him, the man continues with the
spell he was trying before the girl interupted him.
"Hazard tel Ovantus." He cries, in a voice of command.
The book lays in the quiet candle light, unaffected.
Muttering to himself, the man picks up a quill and writes in a small notebook.
"Another failure. Thats the eight spell of command I have tried. There must be some way to open this thing."
Preparing another spell, the man is interupted by a call from
several rooms away.
"Father! Dinner is ready. Stop playing with that book and come eat while it is still hot."
Sighing in resignation, the man picks up the book and his notebook and places them in a drawer of his desk.
"Coming Sakura!" He calls out.
After locking the drawer, he walks to the door leading from the room.
Pausing there, he waves a hand at the candles on his desk.
"Ocuras tel Limit." He whispers.
The candles blink out, plunging the room into twighlight.
After the door closes, the osprey continues to stare into
the dark empty room.
Finally, the bird takes wing again, climbing high into the night sky.
Circling once, the osprey turns south and begins its long journey home.
Far away to the south, in a tall castle on the slopes of a
dead volcano, a young boy opens his eyes.
They are black these eyes, full of ancient pain and knowledge. Not even the spectacles he wears hides this.
In front of his chair there is a table, old and scared.
Sitting there is a small black cat with wings, and wise
old eyes.
In a chair next to the table sits a lovely young women.
Both of the wait for the young boy to speak.
"It has been found." He says after a time. "The book of the clow sits once more in the light of day."
"And so it begins." The cat says.
"And so it begins." The young women echoes. "Finally."
Standing up, the young woman bows to the young boy.
"Master Eriol, Prince of Darkspire, what is thy command?"
Shifting his eyes from the fire that roars in the rooms hearth, the boy glances at the young woman.
"Release the wargolems, bring me that book. And all who live in that house. Alive!"
"Yes Master," She says. "Thy will be done."
Striding quickly, she leaves the room, shutting the door
quietly behind her.
The boy stands himself and walks over to a high, wide set of glassed doors leading to a balcony.
Opening them he steps out into darkness lit only by the moons and stars and the lights of the village castle below him.
Flying softly behind him, the black cat lands on his shoulder.
Crouching down, he looks first at the moons, then the lights below.
Finally, he looks up into the face of the boy.
"Are you sure this will work Master?" He ask's.
"It has to work," The boy replies. "It is my last chance."
"If I do not break this curse before my 16th birthday, I will not see another. At least not as myself. And I would not like that personally, Spinel."
"Neither would I Master," Spinel replies. "Neither would I."
Quietly, with the black cat on his shoulder, the young boy turns from the light of the moons and enters his castle.
Silence returns in the emptiness of the night, broken only by the whine of wargolems marching to battle. And the
wind, carrying the future before it.
Weee!!! Its done!!! Now I need to get the first chapter done.
Please Review me!! Thanks!!