Hey guys, I'm here with a thing I started creating ages ago. I was bored, so I fixed it up and am now making it into an actual story. The actual Inkheart series are my favorite books, because they distracted me from life and stuff, and they're written so well it's magical. I literally just get stuck in the books. The first few chapters in this will be really short, but will slowly progress until I'm hoping it has a great story line. Hoping. Well, I hope this is good guys.
The morning light came through the trees and dappled the ground. Watching the blue fairies swirl and dance made her smile. The slight breeze was warm and made her drowsy, the cold water still around her ankles as they dangled in the water of the pond. Clear as crystal it was large, about the size of a modern day pool. The sandy bottom was free of grime, due to the fish that lived in it. The grass on the edge was soft, came up to ankles and the smell of dirt calmed her. A typical day in the Wayless wood, minus the evil and death…you know, every day stuff. Lazuli laid back on the grassy bank, letting the long grass tickle her face. Smiling up at the sky, she listened as leaves rustled through the canopies of the tall trees, whispering words no one knew. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on just the world. She did this often, and it made her a great tracker and hunter. She always knew her surroundings, listening and using the tiniest of due drops to see if anyone or anything was behind her. She took note of the sound of birds leaping from a shrub not so far away. Someone was coming. She recognized the mixture scent of leather and hay before she even felt the slightest vibration of steps. Slow, sneaking steps. She heard the fairies give little whispers and fly off. Lazuli didn't even flinch, nor open her eyes, when Griffith tried to scare her.
"Boo!" he yelled, jabbing her shoulders with his outstretched fingers.
"Boo yourself." Lazuli said simply, giving a sigh. She heard Griff slap his thigh as usual when he didn't scare her.
"I could pick you up with my pinky, and yet scaring you is harder than taming a fire-elf." He whined as he sat down heavily beside her.
"You're disturbing the peace." Lazuli said, putting her hands behind her head for a pillow.
"What peace? This is the Wayless wood. You know, wolves, big cats, Night-mares, Tree men, White woman…"
"White woman only come when you're dying. And the other creatures you and I avoid easily." Lazuli comforted. "It is peaceful here."
"I like our hillside better." Griff said. Lazuli smiled again at memories of rolling on the slope of a short grassed hillside, making fairies leap up to try and snatch Lazuli's light brown hair. Lazuli, the name of the dark blue stone, which her eyes matched a colour with. Griff's hair was a dusty ginger, with eyes that were an almond-orange. In a sunset they almost looked red, glinting with the laughter he always had. He was huge, shoulders broad and a kind face. Having a little sister, a non-existent father and a useless mother made him see the fun side of life. His little sister was the most adorable thing Lazuli had ever met. She loved hearing Griff's stories about the Blue-jay that had saved their land from the horrible Adder-head. She, like her older brother, had a tendency to laugh at whatever she could, to try and ignore the yells of her mother and help Griff with life as much as possible. Bell, her name was. Again, like her brother, she was tall for a 7-year old girl, with the same hair but lighter eyes. They were more a golden orange than a red. Lazuli was short and skinny, hair that was so long, if she bent back it touched her ankles. She held it back in a long plait that was wound up into a bun. "So, what we hunting today?" asked Griff.
"I'm thinking a unicorn…" Lazuli said. There was a pause, then the familiar prod of Griff's finger to her stomach and his laughter.
"Right, we'll just go get the legendary Orpheus to read us one." He said.
"I recon it's a great idea. We'll bring it to Ombra, then be rich as kings. We'll be able to get you out of that terrible house, I'll buy Bell the cutest dress she could lay her eyes on and I'll get my father a farm." Lazuli said, sitting up and opening her eyes.
"Orpheus hasn't ever returned, you know that. Plus, his tongue probably got frozen off." Here, Griff grabbed his tongue and went, "sthe? 'e Plobably got flostprite." Meaning, 'see, he probably got frost bite'. Lazuli kicked him slightly with her boot.
"So, are we going hunting or not?" asked Griff.
"As long as we go ride later." Said Lazuli, smiling.
"I'll beat you again." He said.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I guess we'll find out. Come on, I heard from Big guy that there's a heard of deer not so far from Roxane's farm."
So the two friends stood and left, the quiet of the Wayless Wood being left behind.
