The last
A/N woot! I'm having a good week. Three updates in the space of two days!!
BTW this is the chapter that goes with "The Others" Chapter. Basically about what the title suggests. Sorta short I know but who cares!? Ten Chapter Aniversary!! Really I never thought I would make it this far.. and with like 16 reviews!! Thanks everyone oh I might as well go the whole way: thanks to jeslie-saheia, Princess-goth, Jake Caldefore, Demosthaeanes, Violentpop, jak2165, Kingbudster,DeliciousMangoe, airfaery, and Obsidian Crystal. A special thanks to Ama.E.Cinoskham, who helped me refine the story. By the time I'm finished the AN it'll be as long as this chapter…
Anyways enjoy. ( oh btw I changed the rating as I thought it may get a bit more T rated)
Disclaimer: how cool would it be to own Deltora Quest?? I mean seriously!!
The people of D'or were melancholy. Not a single bird dared to sing. The flowers and plants had wilted in their grief. No one was dancing or singing, all that remained were the sad glowing faces of the people in the windows. A young woman stumbled across the plains of D'or weeping not knowing were she was going. The golden glow from her skin lost her hair gray and limp at her shoulders. Her robes in tatters trailing behind her with the weight she held on her shoulders.
She was the outcast. The tribe watched her go, her children crying, reaching out for her, held against their wills.
Some held their noses high as if decay was passing among them; others merely glanced at their feet.
They all remembered. The screams, the darkness within her, her agony, her pain. Nevertheless they could not bring themselves to kill her, they let her go. The wind breathed furiously onto her exposing the bear flesh in which the dark shadows pulsated across her once beautiful body.
They had seen the dark mark rise. They had heard the hard laughter. The shadow lord's triumph in her pained gray eyes as the curse consumed her.
He was back. They knew it but did not dare get in the way.
A small figure broke free from the confines of the house. His lean glowing body, lighting up in the darkness, determination and sorrow mixed into his delicate face. A woman shouted his name to call him back, but he did not turn.
He ran faster gaining behind the lifeless corpse, winding her way through the trees to her new master. "Mamma!" he cried, tears pooling over, when she did not halt. "Mamma…" he said again, his voice choked up. This time she turned to face him, eyes black as midnight, her hands clenched in a claw like motion, her body shaking. The boy did not falter, his tears blinding him. Twenty feet or so before her he feel hard, tripping on a sharp rock, golden tinged blood pouring from his foot. Determined he ran to his mother, limping on his good foot. He stopped a foot away from her haggard shaking body, her dark eyes averted from him. "Mamma?" he said reaching out with a golden glowing hand that dulled as it neared her skin. Another Woman screamed his name "ARMAS!" she cried tears falling down her face as he touched her exposed wrist. The golden light was shattered and the boy sent flying, across the meadow. The grey woman ran with inhuman speed into the forest, a single bloody tear running down her cheek.
The wind swayed gently, moaning, as the people of D'or rushed around the still figure, lying in the grass.