Haha! I stuck to my original promise and got this done in ten days! Alright, seeing that this chapter isn't very long (1,800 or so words) Its shouldn't be that long of a read! But please, leave feedback, seeing that I want to know anything about what I'm doing wrong (If any). Yes, this Chapter is dark and violant, but those of you with any sence of direction, you should have expected this, seeing that the village was completely annihilated. Okay, have fun! And R&R!
Chronicles of Lyndis: Chapter 1
Lyndis's eyes had just opened, but she could not see beyond the darkness that had surrounded her. Something was on her legs, metallic, as heavy as iron. She started to move her hands, numb and cold, she could hardly feel where they would move. She attempted to more the cloth-like material from her face and body, but it was a difficult move, as it at first seemed boundless, however, with time and struggle, her legs became free, but her sight, could not. Moving quicker and quicker, her face started to sweat, she felt pain on her arms, an irritating burn-like feeling. Trying to escape, perspiration sticking to her body, she continued to move the cloth, still without direction. She felt hopeless, as if she was in a horrible night terror.
But all that changed from night terror, to a complete new horror on its own. She found the end of the cloth, but only to find something that scared her more. She looked around her, her eyes wide open to the new light that has shown her this horrifying picture. The air and the sky were gray, and clouds overhung the area, completely blanketing the blue sky. Smoke rose from the ground to the air, although there was no fire. No tent was standing, unlike several poles that would hold them together when the stood, erected over the deserted plains. Spears and swords alike stuck out of the ground like tombstones for the fallen, and as straight as trees in a forest. The grass was as gray as charcoal, giving off a harsh stench, forcing Lyndis to cover her nose. Everything in her surroundings was gray and black with ashes falling from their former colours, who were as vivid as lime, before this time. Black charcoal littered the earth along with the few corpses that bathed in that sea of darkness, deprived of all movement. Lyn's breath became short, and she found it becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. She had her eyes wide open, but she wished she had kept them shut and perish. But she was still alive, as the living among the dead. She heard nothing but the small, occasional and disturbing crackles of ember. The conflagration had destroyed the very life she had grown fond of. There was no more "home", just this...void that almost wishes itself to be forgotten.
Lyn found that she was lying on the ground inside a tent, presumably the same one she was to hide in, although it had collapsed on her.
"The metal object was probably a support" She concluded in her thoughts. She rose to her feet, stumbling along the path in between the tepees, debris and ashes loiter the ground, she walked cautiously across this devastation. "Toward the mountains" her mind told her, as if it took on a life of its own. Her legs followed her own commands, although stumbling and weary, she continued on. She continued to watch the remains of her past with awe and disbelief, even though, it was real. Although she wishes that she could go back to the past, her eyes would never blink. "It's almost like I've been...entranced." She muttered to herself as she stopped for a second. Like a reverse of ecstasy, she continued, her body and mind, so much in shock, she still has many things yet to realise. She continued toward the mountains, and near the edge of the ruined camp, like a premonition without warning, the head of her father, was stood on a pike, his body, pierced by the other end of the spear who held his head.
Lyn stared at his still face, the knees between the length of her legs, started to lose their will to stand. Soon, she fell to them, her body trembling, tears, trying to come out of her eyes, but so many emotions ran through her mind, that she her entire body felt very...awkward. For many moments, tears rolled down her face slowly, phrases like: "Why couldn't I..." or "I...vow revenge...to all who did this." Were muttered from her lips. But with these words, she grew in anger. A sword caught her eye, one which was held in her father's hand. She noticed it was still was sharp as it had began with, as if it had never been used. Lyndis got off her knees, took several strides to her father's headless carcass. She moved her father's cold hand, and grasped the cool handle of the blade. She held it up, the handle at the height of her chest, she watched the face of the blade, the edges on either side. She swung it towards the ground as she turned around, her face armed with a slight frown, her hand, sweating from the hard grip she grasped that she held it by.
One could say that something new would be felt in Lyndis's heart, and she could picture it in her mind. As strong as the beating of her heart, and the emotions felt by the wake of this devastation, she started to take steps down, back into the blazed village. She wouldn't blink if she weren't human, but that weakness was still a part of her as her new determination propelled her forward. The slight sound of groaning was heard, a short distance away, among the wreckage. She neared closer to the source, her heart, beating as fear started to creep up her spine, as the faint noises became louder and clearer. The grunt-like voice of a man, gave a little bit of sound in the soundless air. He was laid down on a fallen tent, which presumably had something sitting him up under it. A short spear was stuck in his upper right chest. Although it struck blood, it didn't bleed enough to kill him, although he would from more natural causes. Lyndis faced him, her eyes glared into his. He looked at her, first with a little smirk, but when Lyndis frowned, there was nothing more he could smirk about, but he could only watch her eyes in fear as she held her blade tightly. She gripped the sword tighter than ever before. Anger ran freely through her veins. Mixes of emotions ran through her mind, but hatred stood above all else as her prime desire. She grasped her other hand to the blade, and continued to stare at the brute, who was immobile and defenceless. And in a single beat of a heart, the girl let out a ferocious cry as if she was charging into battle, while she swung the blade towards the man with great force, the sword, sweeping across the air and the wind, striking his upper arm very heavily, striking his bone, his blood, spattering freely onto the fallen tent that his weary body laid upon. His screams of pain filed the air before Lyn swung again, this time, breaking through his bone, breaking through his flesh, a cutting faintly into his body, making his voice scream out in nearly unbearable pain. Sweat started to drip down Lyndis's face, as she prepared to swing the iron blade again. And as the man, stricken with pain, yelled out a loud, resounding "No!", the blade sliced into his body quite deeply, revealing, and simultaneously spilling his bloody insides as Lyndis took the blade out, getting ready for another swing. Lyndis, felt little remorse in her heart as she plundered the injured brute from his lowly life. Another cry of battle Lyndis sent out from her strong voice, the edge of her blade, striking into his deep wound again, ripping across his flesh and organs alike. The man could hardly breathe, his voice, that of a whisper, begged her for mercy. But mercy was something she would not, no, never, give a man who ravaged her home, her family, and everything she loved. With all that in mind, she steered her blade heavily into his injury once again, but this time, it ripped across his heart, through the remainder of his body, and ripped out the other side, a trail of blood, followed it as her blade flew controllably skyward.
Lyndis tried to catch her breath, the feeling of that of a rush enveloped her, as she gave off some sweat from what blood she had split. She stared at her blood-covered sword, the iron giving it even more weight, as she held it in front of her, starting to come to her senses, trying to realise what she had just done. It hit her, that she had just killed...a man out of hatred, who was wounded and defenceless. But the thought of her massacred village reminded her to the reason of her hatred. But still, Lyndis's mind gave her a hard time to consciously forgive herself of what she had done. The young girl dropped to her knees, becoming more aware than ever of her current state of mind. She started to shiver, then progressed more violently, Lyndis, was in a mix of fear and rage, but her vow for revenge has cooled off, at least to a controlling point. She thought about it, as she stared blankly at the corpse she had just tore apart with her blade. Trying to process her feelings and thoughts, one could think she's on the verge of losing her sanity. However, another thing, drew her attention, away from for confusing thoughts. A soft wrist guard, used for comforting and protecting the wrist while the joint was exposed during some work, lay out in front of her at the feet of the cadaver of the victim of her rage. She reached for it, grabbing it with nothing but her finger tips. Although it could serve its original purpose again, it only took several moments for Lyndis to find a different use for it. She grabbed the band with her teeth, and used her hands and grabbed her hair, pulling it all into one hand, where she struggled to keep it together. With her other hand, she grabbed the wrist band and tied her hair up with it. Lyndis rose to her feet, taking a new look around the camp. She saw but a single option: To go visit the neighbouring tribe, and speak to their chieftain, inform him and ask for his aid. Lyn walked with new determination across the wreckage, and eventually to march along the mountain side. Lady luck was with her during that hour, as she found a saddled horse just outside the camp, astray from its rider, who has no doubt fallen during the attack. But the saddle was of her tribe, which begged the question, was it just a coincidence, or was someone trying to send for help? Lyn soon ignored the question as she found a canteen of water, filled to the top, with a couple rations of food. This would help, as the Dokis tribe, was two days ride away. Lyn got on the horse, and began the long, agonising trot.
I wasn't lying when I said dark, but of course, its going in a different direction now. I have most of the storyline set up for me, but I still gatta type it and fix a few things that I'm still uncertain of. I really like how I described things, but please, give me critique! Any kind! I promise that the next chapter will be longer! Although it will take me till the new year to get it done. New Years Day Special. Yay! Also, something that you won't expect as in a sub-plot will emerge now, although it does affect the main plot quite a bit. Alright, I'll leave you with that. Till next time!
