So it's page two! I hope this is also O.K. and also could someone tell me if this thing where I switch from Curtis to Ember, well, works?
'So what does it mean?' Enquired Ember. The clan mage, Curtis, studied the girl's intent face whilst caressing a scraggly, dry strand of her long white hair with bony fingers. Unintentionally, she tilted her head to the left, trying to think. Although her eyes did not betray it, she was as startled by the dream as the bouncy imp in front of her. Staring in to Ember's ginger hair, she immediately decided that she should not tell Ember her predictions (Ember may over-react) and test her. She first hustled Ember inside her cave with a few quick words. Where, to her own amusement, wind catchers strung form the cracks in the cave ceiling, hit Ember on the head with a jingle and a bong.
Ember peered around the cave (she had only been in Curtis's cave once or twice before for certain traditional issues) and saw that it was quite dark, but shiny glowing pebbles were scattered on the floor illuminating the area. 'At least one feature of a normal cave is in this strange place!' thought she as she followed the woman of her. Soon a large room appeared. Big shelves fastened to the cave with jars of things… on them smothered the walls giving everything inside a cosy feeling, a chain lantern hung from the ceiling. To her surprise, a big circular stone tucked in the corner of the room drew her attention even though much more eye appealing things were in the room. She felt like a moth to flames- well, more like a flame coloured stone. 'Wow…' it, to her, was the most beautiful thing her gaze had ever laid upon.
Curtis hobbled towards the egg and took it from its place. It was about the size of her fore arm and shined in the dim light with a brilliance no creature could put on a piece of steel or wood. The colour of roaring fire danced across the hard surface and left Curtis slightly entranced, making her think how the girl would take to it. She wiped of the cobwebs and drew into in to the light. Then she placed into the seemingly waiting hands of Ember. Curtis looked into the girl's face. It was full of joy, curiosity and peace. 'Peace.' thought the mage, 'no peace will come to this imp if my predictions are true.' How many decades she had waited for something to happen to this egg, she didn't know but it looked as if something was going to happen, and very soon.
'Take this… stone... home and return to me tomorrow with it or anything related to it.' Curtis ordered, she looked deep into Ember's eyes and made her stare deepen with knowledge that she hoped the girl would understand. 'Make sure that you obey me.' Ember's features were filled with a pure, but expected, emotion for an imp of her age. Curiosity. The want to know the unknown. 'Do I make myself clear?' asked Curtis huffily, she was tired of curiosity.
'Y- yes…' answered Ember. She ran most of the way home with bubbly excitement that released itself in sudden bursts of speed. In times when she slowed to walking to regain strength, she looked at the sky, then to the stone, to her hands. She thought deeply in those times, in a way one much older than herself would. On one particular bend in the path she travelled, she recalled her strange night vision and didn't know if she was happy or sad that her dream meant something out of the ordinary. It was obvious that it was related to the orange stone but she just couldn't guess what.
The path in her village was a rocky one, and filled with sharp bends and steep slopes. All along it were cave entrances where her fellow villagers lived. Inside they would be sleeping, on smooth slabs of dry, flat boulder. She should be in bed, she thought, she shouldn't be curious about the stone. The sky paled as the clouds wandered through the sky, and Ember searched for the sun half-heartedly. Sometimes the sun did not come seem to appear in the sky, yet the sky kept bright which had made Ember wonder all through her life. The fact seemed very familiar, in the way it felt somone had told her it a long time ago.
Inside the cave, Curtis was thinking. 'Will she come back? What will happen? Will she come back?'
Hope that was a good enough second page, still open for constructive critism in comments. I am getting some pretty good ideas for the story so I really think I'm not going to give up with Ember's story! P.S. can anyone think of a better title?