~The Wall of Silver Way~
Chapter 1
I came up with the beginning of this story during a spasm of boredom during English class. I thought it deserved an ending. Please read and review!
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The cobbled wall stood endlessly ahead, etched across the golden horizon, untouched by time. There was no wind. There was no measurable sky. In reality, there was no feeling but the impending sense of mystery that refused to be described. A gown of translucent white fluttered past my ankles. A silver tiara rested, gently, atop a web of delicate curls. My feet stood bare at the base of the the stone as the wall willed...no, dared me to follow it. Next, the walking began. The uneven path blistering my unprotected feet and preventing all thoughts but that of reaching the end. Finally, it would come. I'd reach reach the end of the path and attempt to bandage my blood-sodden feet with strips of cloth from my gown. A pond would appear. Silver in color with waters that whispered as the wind. I'd fall to my knees and reach towards the water as if to grasp the creamy liquid. My fingers would extend and just as they break the surface...
I sat up. Or, as up as I could rightly be with the layers upon layers of coverlets atop the four-poster bed. Drenched in an icy sweat, my nightgown clung to my back. It was the dream. I'd had it before. The air, stone, and pond were so familiar and so real they gave me the feeling I could reach out and hold it all.
Still trying to slow my breathing, I crawled from the bed and on to the floor. I welcomed the pitcher of cool water sitting squatly at my washstand. Forgetting the rug and my nightgown, I splashed the icy water on my face, over and over until I was cooler. How was it that the thick castle walls could catch a winter draft, but still be powerless to humidity? The rolling hills of fief Antequetine and all of Tortall, had been cursed with the hottest summer of the century. No peasant or king could escape the heat.
There was no way sleep would return. I found a kerchief and quickly tied my too-hot hair off my shoulders. I pulled off my still damp nightgown and donned a light silk of cornflower blue. I peered out of the window once more and went over to close the shutters before leaving my stuffy chambers. I crossed the room, but with my luck, the bar was pulled behind the dret-screw and was undoubtedly stuck. No matter how hard I pulled, the wooden sill bar resisted. Why wouldn't it close?
With one final heave, the bar budged and finally began to move, but then something just below the top of the mountain caught my eye. It was smoke. A thin wisp of ebony curled around the mass of trees.
The ground gave a violent shudder. A fierce "bang" erupted in the distance. A crack of thunder sent animal scurrying to safely, and the entire mountain side burst into blinding flames...
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More to come! Please tell me what you think!
Chapter 1
I came up with the beginning of this story during a spasm of boredom during English class. I thought it deserved an ending. Please read and review!
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The cobbled wall stood endlessly ahead, etched across the golden horizon, untouched by time. There was no wind. There was no measurable sky. In reality, there was no feeling but the impending sense of mystery that refused to be described. A gown of translucent white fluttered past my ankles. A silver tiara rested, gently, atop a web of delicate curls. My feet stood bare at the base of the the stone as the wall willed...no, dared me to follow it. Next, the walking began. The uneven path blistering my unprotected feet and preventing all thoughts but that of reaching the end. Finally, it would come. I'd reach reach the end of the path and attempt to bandage my blood-sodden feet with strips of cloth from my gown. A pond would appear. Silver in color with waters that whispered as the wind. I'd fall to my knees and reach towards the water as if to grasp the creamy liquid. My fingers would extend and just as they break the surface...
I sat up. Or, as up as I could rightly be with the layers upon layers of coverlets atop the four-poster bed. Drenched in an icy sweat, my nightgown clung to my back. It was the dream. I'd had it before. The air, stone, and pond were so familiar and so real they gave me the feeling I could reach out and hold it all.
Still trying to slow my breathing, I crawled from the bed and on to the floor. I welcomed the pitcher of cool water sitting squatly at my washstand. Forgetting the rug and my nightgown, I splashed the icy water on my face, over and over until I was cooler. How was it that the thick castle walls could catch a winter draft, but still be powerless to humidity? The rolling hills of fief Antequetine and all of Tortall, had been cursed with the hottest summer of the century. No peasant or king could escape the heat.
There was no way sleep would return. I found a kerchief and quickly tied my too-hot hair off my shoulders. I pulled off my still damp nightgown and donned a light silk of cornflower blue. I peered out of the window once more and went over to close the shutters before leaving my stuffy chambers. I crossed the room, but with my luck, the bar was pulled behind the dret-screw and was undoubtedly stuck. No matter how hard I pulled, the wooden sill bar resisted. Why wouldn't it close?
With one final heave, the bar budged and finally began to move, but then something just below the top of the mountain caught my eye. It was smoke. A thin wisp of ebony curled around the mass of trees.
The ground gave a violent shudder. A fierce "bang" erupted in the distance. A crack of thunder sent animal scurrying to safely, and the entire mountain side burst into blinding flames...
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More to come! Please tell me what you think!
