To Find a Way Out.
New Characters:
Lactna Deepvine: Race-Elf; Age-??? (I don't know! I didn't get that from Jamie!); Personality: Funny, can be ditzy, but aggressive; Hair color- blonde!; Eye color- Do they all have blue eyes? She does.; Oufit- basic elf outfit; looks- tall, skinny… Hell with it! Basic elf!; History- Do I need to repeat myself? Basic elf; powers/weapon(s)- Yet again! Basic elf! Bow and arrow! XD
Trish Hemsley: Race- (A secret for now!;) age-16; personality- smart and VERY optimistic; hair color- blonde; eye color- Pink. (Don't bug me about it! It was Catherine's idea!) XD; outfit- yellow (leather-like) pants, red shirt, short high heeled boots; looks- long hair, tall, skinny, "flat" (If ya' know what I mean.) XD, tan, wears a head-band with a tie-die jewel; history- she was left at an orphanage until she was adopted, she then became a small-town actress, but began training when she met Hermione, Mira, and Mitoru (at age eight); powers/weapon(s)- poisonous bow and arrow. (Pretty cool huh?)
Mitoru Netou: Race- (It's a secret for now!); age- 22!; personality: kind, loving, optimistic, dream guy; hair color- blonde; eye color- crystal blue. (Pretty.); outfit- Um… Goth child? Nah! Midnight blue shirt and black pants.; looks- short hair, muscular, another tall and skinny person! XD; history- (Um… He… Er…) Lived on his own since he was eight. When he was fifteen he met Hermione and Trish at a theatre. He then met Mira when at a tavern. XD!; powers/weapon(s)- can create shields, very fast, can fly, um… and he has an awesome double-bladed sword!
Jean Stewart: race- sorceress. (I don't know if that's a race.); age-501 XD (That's young for a sorceress!); personality-smart and sinister, she's evil (What else can I say?); hair color- crystal blue; eye color- royal blue; outfit- pale blue robes, (Hope's obsessed with blue!) black knee-high boots; looks- tall, skinny, and bears a scar under her left eye; history- she was abandoned and found by those of evil. She was raised in the very ways of evil; powers/weapon(s)- Basic sorceress. And a very sharp sword.
Mira Tevon (My character!): Race- You'll find out. But not now.; age- 21; personality- kind, trustworthy, has a bit of a temper, pessimist, pessimist, and did I forget to mention pessimist? XD; hair color- black; eye color- midnight blue; outfit- black belly shirt, black ripped pants, and hiking boots. (That's a goth child! LOL); looks- tall, skinny, muscular; history- has been alone ever since she could remember, began training at age six, she traveled from town to town until one night she sat in a tavern (At age sixteen. Lord knows how she got the alcohol!), when Hermione, Trish, and Mitoru walked in. They quickly became friends. And for some reason, Mitoru protected Mira. But she soon found out that it was because of their kind lord's will.; powers/weapon(s)- she can fly, create large explosions, and she has a BIG scythe (Think Grim Reeper weapon.)
Hermione Trewlan (Don't ask me about the name. Ask my friend Donna.): race- It is also a secret for now! LOL; age- 15 (Dang! She's the youngest of the group!), personality-smart, funny, neutral (Between optimist and pessimist.); hair color-blonde; eye color- icy blue (Notice how many characters have some color of blue eyes? XD.); outfit- blue shirt and pants, combat boots; looks- tall and skinny, (Dammit! How many are there?! XD) and wears a dragon pendant; history- Just like Trish's. (I'm to lazy to type it again.); powers/weapon(s)- double-bladed sword
A Voice
A solemn figure sits in the dungeon of a secret fortress. Looking up at the window across the room high above her on the wall. Moonbeams fall around her, but her face remains in the darkness. A slow and sad song comes from her. A wind from outside begins to carry it across the land.
By a fire in Rivendell, an old hobbit sits with his heir. Happily talking, they laugh at jokes and speak of the news. Being separated since the younger hobbit had left here when going on a journey years ago. Beside them was an old man with a long flowing gray beard and bushy eyebrows that stuck out from under his blue pointed hat. He was a wizard by the name of Gandalf. Beside him was an elf, young and fair, by the name of Legolas. They listened to the hobbits and laughed at a few of the jokes. And in the corner of the room a ranger sat alone. His name was Strider. He was friendly but proffered his solitude when in deep thought. He puffed on a pipe, sitting with his arms crossed. Pondering on where he would go next. The elf smiled as one of the hobbits told another joke. But suddenly he bolted up and looked out the window towards the mountains. The room went silent. Then the wizard spoke.
"What is it Legolas?" "A voice, from far away. They sing a song of sadness. That pleads for someone to help them." Gandalf stood and listened. "Yes, I hear it now. It indeed pleads for assistance." The young hobbit Frodo, stood. "What does it say for I can not understand it?" "The voice is singing… 'What is this, that they say? I will find out some day? I don't know, what words I can say. The wind has a way, to talk to me. Flowers sleep, a silent lullaby. I pray for reply. I'm ready.' It's the voice of a young woman." Legolas looked stunned. The older hobbit Bilbo, stood. "Can you tell where she is?" He looked at Legolas with eagerness. Legolas looked at him sadly. "She is… in Mordor." Everyone gasped. Frodo trembled with fear. He did not want to go there again. Gandalf looked at the group. "We must speak with Elrond." He turned to the door and jumped. For Elrond was there before him. Looking at them with a hint of worry. He spoke. "I see you have heard her as well." They nodded. "This young woman is very mysterious. I have gathered all of the information that I could. I even had to go to the loathsome creature Gollum for information." He looked disgusted at the thought of Gollum. "She was in the forest of Mirkwood, traveling alone when she was taken by the shadow riders. She is known by the few who have seen her. All we know is that she is very powerful, and very lethal. But her sad heart is what worries me most." Frodo whispered breathlessly. "Why is that sir?" Elrond turned his gaze to Frodo. "For a lonely heart is easily taken over. Her name is Mira Tevon. Believed to be in her twenties. You must save that girl." Strider growled. "Why should we risk our lives for some pathetic woman?" Elrond turned viciously towards him. "Because you fool! Our very lives depend on it! That girl is special! Not even Sauron has as much power as she! Even with his ring!" Strieder stepped back. Shocked from Elrond's behavior and his words. Gandalf looked at him. "We must go. Soon." He looked at Elrond who nodded, when three figures burst into the room. Two girls and an elf. The elf burst out. "Elrond!" "Lactna, I had a feeling you would show. You obviously know what we must do?" "Yes sir. I have brought two warriors with me." Strider sneered. "Some warriors. They look like pathetic, girlish, teenagers." The two blushed. They were two teenagers. And they were somewhat girlish. "Watch it Strider!" Lactna growled at him. Strider smirked. "What are you going to do elf-girl? Shoot me with an arrow?" Lactna had an arrow aimed at Strider within a second. "I dare you to say that in my face!" Elrond stepped between them. "Lactna! Put away your weapon! Strider! Back down!" The two stopped immediately. Glaring at each other, they stood in silence. "You all will leave in the morning. Prepare yourselves for another long and perilous journey." Bilbo stared at Elrond as if he were a maniac. "You will not go Bilbo. Do to your age and condition." "Very well sir." He bowed as Elrond left the room. Legolas continued to look towards the mountains. Wondering what was happening to this Mira right now.
In the castle of the Dark Lord… The figure in the dungeon stood. Leaning against the wall they looked at the moon. A dark hooded figure hissed beside her. "Mira. Come with me. The Dark Lord wants you." Mira growled at him. Two more hooded figures walked in. "Well just tell him that if he wants to see me then he can come down here." She glared at the figures. The first one laughed. "You're mad." "Maybe so. But no matter how hard any of you try. I will not turn to evil!" She punched the figure and ran out the door. She heard the footsteps of the dark riders behind her. She growled again, she had been there for some time. And she wanted out. "Where's the damned exit!" She thought to herself. But within a few seconds she was tackled from behind. She struggled but never the less she was restrained. After having her wrists and ankles shackled, she was drug to the throne room and thrown to the floor. "This is my life. A living hell." She thought, glaring up at the dark figure that sat upon the throne. He laughed, it was the dark lord. "Well Mira, I see you tried to escape yet again. You don't give up easily do you?" "Well, I have to do something while I'm in that bloody dungeon. So I plan." She smiled weakly. Her sarcasm was weak. She hadn't had much food and water. And all of this abuse was weakening her even more. "It's amazing that you have withstood the power of evil this long. But how much longer will you last?" "Hell if I know." Sauron laughed. "You're weak my dear. So easy to take over." "Maybe, but my spirit is far from broken." "Yes, that's the problem. You're spirit is what makes you so powerful. But the only way to turn you into one of my minions is by breaking it. Which causes the conflict." Mira smiled. Then sarcastically she spoke. "Oh no. Since I can't be turned into an evil minion then I have no use. I'll have to be let go and put into the desert to die. Oh woe is I." She yelped as Sauron kicked her across the room in a quick movement. "Hold your tongue!" He towered over her, she twitched, fury searing through her. She bravely but foolishly charged him. She tried to punch him, but he grabbed her shackled wrists, lifting her high into the air. To where she could easily look at his face. "You fool! You have no power here unless you're evil!" He slung her onto the floor, she yelped again. She had heard the sickening crack of a bone that had just broken. "Take her away. And tend to her wounds." He turned and sat on his throne. Watching the now pale Mira, as she was drug out the door. He muttered under his breath. No matter how hard he tried, his plans backfired. "I must find a way. There just has to be some possible way to do it." He pondered over it, glaring at the spot Mira had just been.
Gandalf looked up. He had felt something strange. He felt pain. And he knew that it came from Mira. He frowned, how much longer could a person last in that castle? Strider sat beside his friend, then looked at him with concern. "What's wrong Gandalf?" Gandalf shook his head. "That girl… I can feel her pain. She must have been beaten by Sauron's very hand." "What I said before, I was wrong. We need to help her. No one good deserves what she's going through." Gandalf nodded. "You're kind at heart Strider. You just need to show it more. Or you might become cold hearted." Strider nodded. Gandalf stood. "Now we must rest. Good night Strider." "Goodnight Gandalf." He walked out the door swiftly, Strider wondered about how they would save this Mira once they found her. It wasn't going to be easy. He sleepily blew out the lantern, took off his boots, and climbed into bed. It was going to be a rough day tomorrow.
New Characters:
Lactna Deepvine: Race-Elf; Age-??? (I don't know! I didn't get that from Jamie!); Personality: Funny, can be ditzy, but aggressive; Hair color- blonde!; Eye color- Do they all have blue eyes? She does.; Oufit- basic elf outfit; looks- tall, skinny… Hell with it! Basic elf!; History- Do I need to repeat myself? Basic elf; powers/weapon(s)- Yet again! Basic elf! Bow and arrow! XD
Trish Hemsley: Race- (A secret for now!;) age-16; personality- smart and VERY optimistic; hair color- blonde; eye color- Pink. (Don't bug me about it! It was Catherine's idea!) XD; outfit- yellow (leather-like) pants, red shirt, short high heeled boots; looks- long hair, tall, skinny, "flat" (If ya' know what I mean.) XD, tan, wears a head-band with a tie-die jewel; history- she was left at an orphanage until she was adopted, she then became a small-town actress, but began training when she met Hermione, Mira, and Mitoru (at age eight); powers/weapon(s)- poisonous bow and arrow. (Pretty cool huh?)
Mitoru Netou: Race- (It's a secret for now!); age- 22!; personality: kind, loving, optimistic, dream guy; hair color- blonde; eye color- crystal blue. (Pretty.); outfit- Um… Goth child? Nah! Midnight blue shirt and black pants.; looks- short hair, muscular, another tall and skinny person! XD; history- (Um… He… Er…) Lived on his own since he was eight. When he was fifteen he met Hermione and Trish at a theatre. He then met Mira when at a tavern. XD!; powers/weapon(s)- can create shields, very fast, can fly, um… and he has an awesome double-bladed sword!
Jean Stewart: race- sorceress. (I don't know if that's a race.); age-501 XD (That's young for a sorceress!); personality-smart and sinister, she's evil (What else can I say?); hair color- crystal blue; eye color- royal blue; outfit- pale blue robes, (Hope's obsessed with blue!) black knee-high boots; looks- tall, skinny, and bears a scar under her left eye; history- she was abandoned and found by those of evil. She was raised in the very ways of evil; powers/weapon(s)- Basic sorceress. And a very sharp sword.
Mira Tevon (My character!): Race- You'll find out. But not now.; age- 21; personality- kind, trustworthy, has a bit of a temper, pessimist, pessimist, and did I forget to mention pessimist? XD; hair color- black; eye color- midnight blue; outfit- black belly shirt, black ripped pants, and hiking boots. (That's a goth child! LOL); looks- tall, skinny, muscular; history- has been alone ever since she could remember, began training at age six, she traveled from town to town until one night she sat in a tavern (At age sixteen. Lord knows how she got the alcohol!), when Hermione, Trish, and Mitoru walked in. They quickly became friends. And for some reason, Mitoru protected Mira. But she soon found out that it was because of their kind lord's will.; powers/weapon(s)- she can fly, create large explosions, and she has a BIG scythe (Think Grim Reeper weapon.)
Hermione Trewlan (Don't ask me about the name. Ask my friend Donna.): race- It is also a secret for now! LOL; age- 15 (Dang! She's the youngest of the group!), personality-smart, funny, neutral (Between optimist and pessimist.); hair color-blonde; eye color- icy blue (Notice how many characters have some color of blue eyes? XD.); outfit- blue shirt and pants, combat boots; looks- tall and skinny, (Dammit! How many are there?! XD) and wears a dragon pendant; history- Just like Trish's. (I'm to lazy to type it again.); powers/weapon(s)- double-bladed sword
A Voice
A solemn figure sits in the dungeon of a secret fortress. Looking up at the window across the room high above her on the wall. Moonbeams fall around her, but her face remains in the darkness. A slow and sad song comes from her. A wind from outside begins to carry it across the land.
By a fire in Rivendell, an old hobbit sits with his heir. Happily talking, they laugh at jokes and speak of the news. Being separated since the younger hobbit had left here when going on a journey years ago. Beside them was an old man with a long flowing gray beard and bushy eyebrows that stuck out from under his blue pointed hat. He was a wizard by the name of Gandalf. Beside him was an elf, young and fair, by the name of Legolas. They listened to the hobbits and laughed at a few of the jokes. And in the corner of the room a ranger sat alone. His name was Strider. He was friendly but proffered his solitude when in deep thought. He puffed on a pipe, sitting with his arms crossed. Pondering on where he would go next. The elf smiled as one of the hobbits told another joke. But suddenly he bolted up and looked out the window towards the mountains. The room went silent. Then the wizard spoke.
"What is it Legolas?" "A voice, from far away. They sing a song of sadness. That pleads for someone to help them." Gandalf stood and listened. "Yes, I hear it now. It indeed pleads for assistance." The young hobbit Frodo, stood. "What does it say for I can not understand it?" "The voice is singing… 'What is this, that they say? I will find out some day? I don't know, what words I can say. The wind has a way, to talk to me. Flowers sleep, a silent lullaby. I pray for reply. I'm ready.' It's the voice of a young woman." Legolas looked stunned. The older hobbit Bilbo, stood. "Can you tell where she is?" He looked at Legolas with eagerness. Legolas looked at him sadly. "She is… in Mordor." Everyone gasped. Frodo trembled with fear. He did not want to go there again. Gandalf looked at the group. "We must speak with Elrond." He turned to the door and jumped. For Elrond was there before him. Looking at them with a hint of worry. He spoke. "I see you have heard her as well." They nodded. "This young woman is very mysterious. I have gathered all of the information that I could. I even had to go to the loathsome creature Gollum for information." He looked disgusted at the thought of Gollum. "She was in the forest of Mirkwood, traveling alone when she was taken by the shadow riders. She is known by the few who have seen her. All we know is that she is very powerful, and very lethal. But her sad heart is what worries me most." Frodo whispered breathlessly. "Why is that sir?" Elrond turned his gaze to Frodo. "For a lonely heart is easily taken over. Her name is Mira Tevon. Believed to be in her twenties. You must save that girl." Strider growled. "Why should we risk our lives for some pathetic woman?" Elrond turned viciously towards him. "Because you fool! Our very lives depend on it! That girl is special! Not even Sauron has as much power as she! Even with his ring!" Strieder stepped back. Shocked from Elrond's behavior and his words. Gandalf looked at him. "We must go. Soon." He looked at Elrond who nodded, when three figures burst into the room. Two girls and an elf. The elf burst out. "Elrond!" "Lactna, I had a feeling you would show. You obviously know what we must do?" "Yes sir. I have brought two warriors with me." Strider sneered. "Some warriors. They look like pathetic, girlish, teenagers." The two blushed. They were two teenagers. And they were somewhat girlish. "Watch it Strider!" Lactna growled at him. Strider smirked. "What are you going to do elf-girl? Shoot me with an arrow?" Lactna had an arrow aimed at Strider within a second. "I dare you to say that in my face!" Elrond stepped between them. "Lactna! Put away your weapon! Strider! Back down!" The two stopped immediately. Glaring at each other, they stood in silence. "You all will leave in the morning. Prepare yourselves for another long and perilous journey." Bilbo stared at Elrond as if he were a maniac. "You will not go Bilbo. Do to your age and condition." "Very well sir." He bowed as Elrond left the room. Legolas continued to look towards the mountains. Wondering what was happening to this Mira right now.
In the castle of the Dark Lord… The figure in the dungeon stood. Leaning against the wall they looked at the moon. A dark hooded figure hissed beside her. "Mira. Come with me. The Dark Lord wants you." Mira growled at him. Two more hooded figures walked in. "Well just tell him that if he wants to see me then he can come down here." She glared at the figures. The first one laughed. "You're mad." "Maybe so. But no matter how hard any of you try. I will not turn to evil!" She punched the figure and ran out the door. She heard the footsteps of the dark riders behind her. She growled again, she had been there for some time. And she wanted out. "Where's the damned exit!" She thought to herself. But within a few seconds she was tackled from behind. She struggled but never the less she was restrained. After having her wrists and ankles shackled, she was drug to the throne room and thrown to the floor. "This is my life. A living hell." She thought, glaring up at the dark figure that sat upon the throne. He laughed, it was the dark lord. "Well Mira, I see you tried to escape yet again. You don't give up easily do you?" "Well, I have to do something while I'm in that bloody dungeon. So I plan." She smiled weakly. Her sarcasm was weak. She hadn't had much food and water. And all of this abuse was weakening her even more. "It's amazing that you have withstood the power of evil this long. But how much longer will you last?" "Hell if I know." Sauron laughed. "You're weak my dear. So easy to take over." "Maybe, but my spirit is far from broken." "Yes, that's the problem. You're spirit is what makes you so powerful. But the only way to turn you into one of my minions is by breaking it. Which causes the conflict." Mira smiled. Then sarcastically she spoke. "Oh no. Since I can't be turned into an evil minion then I have no use. I'll have to be let go and put into the desert to die. Oh woe is I." She yelped as Sauron kicked her across the room in a quick movement. "Hold your tongue!" He towered over her, she twitched, fury searing through her. She bravely but foolishly charged him. She tried to punch him, but he grabbed her shackled wrists, lifting her high into the air. To where she could easily look at his face. "You fool! You have no power here unless you're evil!" He slung her onto the floor, she yelped again. She had heard the sickening crack of a bone that had just broken. "Take her away. And tend to her wounds." He turned and sat on his throne. Watching the now pale Mira, as she was drug out the door. He muttered under his breath. No matter how hard he tried, his plans backfired. "I must find a way. There just has to be some possible way to do it." He pondered over it, glaring at the spot Mira had just been.
Gandalf looked up. He had felt something strange. He felt pain. And he knew that it came from Mira. He frowned, how much longer could a person last in that castle? Strider sat beside his friend, then looked at him with concern. "What's wrong Gandalf?" Gandalf shook his head. "That girl… I can feel her pain. She must have been beaten by Sauron's very hand." "What I said before, I was wrong. We need to help her. No one good deserves what she's going through." Gandalf nodded. "You're kind at heart Strider. You just need to show it more. Or you might become cold hearted." Strider nodded. Gandalf stood. "Now we must rest. Good night Strider." "Goodnight Gandalf." He walked out the door swiftly, Strider wondered about how they would save this Mira once they found her. It wasn't going to be easy. He sleepily blew out the lantern, took off his boots, and climbed into bed. It was going to be a rough day tomorrow.