AN: Sorry it took so long. I have had a lot of work and just as
much writers block/lazyness. Hope you like it, I feel my writing has
improved a great bit. You?
LillyNyx- Without tempers the world would be BORING. LoL. Thanks for the support. ::smiles sweetly::
The Dark Enchantress- Thanks, ENJOY!!!
Brielle- I agree.As for the hate mail, I am sorry. I do spell check and read through but it doesn't get everything. I think my grammer is okay compared to some others. LoL. It is the storyline that matters and I don't think my mistakrs interferre too greatly. Remember I am doing this for fun not for money. LoL. Enjoy!!
KATES- I love Quests also but I am afraid mine isn't long. Fairy Tales raily end happley, people just say they do. LoL. Sorry if I don't r&r your stories for a little while but I have a lot of work and had to skip homework to post this. SO ENJOY!!!
Christina raced to the forest, the scenery racing by. Her mare runnng at top speed easly covered the remainig distance. Christina slowed the tiered animal to a walk, assured they had put enough distantice between her and the Prince. The forest birches and oaks were well spaced and young, allowing Christina to walk and give the horse a break. Trudging along, the hem of her long, coarse, homespun traviling dress scrapping along the forest floor leaves. Chippmonks sprinted across her course. Red squirelles jumped from branch to branch, watching the new girl and her white steed. The blue jays, cardnels, and chickadee's sung her arrivel. Christina couldn't help but smile.
They had been walking about a mile when they reached a meadow. The meadow was large, a giant yew tree stood proudly in the center dominatting the trinkling stream that flowed below it. Christina let her horse off to graze and sat down to go through supplies.
Since they had been travling with a company of knights the supplies where sparse. Going through her saddlebag Christina discovered a loaf of bread, a extra dress, some oats, a couple of apples, and a large cantine of water. Christina sighed, she would have to push the horse hard with little food if they were to make it to Ballan Moor before Jon.
'Show him your not a kitchen whore. That your special. The boy is stupid but he did catch on to that.' A little voice smoke to her. Not aloud but in her mind, though Christina was sure it wasn't her speaking. It was like magic, like telepathhy. But Christina knew that only three beings could transfere thoughts. The fearies, the mages, or the Vampires. But fearies only spoke in a childish, humurous voice, and mages spoke in rhythm so that left the later, Vampires.
Vampires where evil menions of darkness. They were powerful magick weldiers, cunning, and suducive. They had been kicked out of the Divine Lands when they tried to trick mortals into worshiping them. They were the damned, the cursed, the undead. They lived off human blood and were hard to fight. Fast and cunning Christina knew she would never be able to fend for herselve.
Slowly she got up, glancing around she looked for her predator. A flash of a cloak caught her eye when she truned she saw nothing. Christina sighed and concluded that she was just paranoid. Suddnley blackness overcame her, she slid to the gound and into unconsinence. But not without hearing her attackers words, words that would haunt her for years to come. "You are mine..."
TBC
LillyNyx- Without tempers the world would be BORING. LoL. Thanks for the support. ::smiles sweetly::
The Dark Enchantress- Thanks, ENJOY!!!
Brielle- I agree.As for the hate mail, I am sorry. I do spell check and read through but it doesn't get everything. I think my grammer is okay compared to some others. LoL. It is the storyline that matters and I don't think my mistakrs interferre too greatly. Remember I am doing this for fun not for money. LoL. Enjoy!!
KATES- I love Quests also but I am afraid mine isn't long. Fairy Tales raily end happley, people just say they do. LoL. Sorry if I don't r&r your stories for a little while but I have a lot of work and had to skip homework to post this. SO ENJOY!!!
Christina raced to the forest, the scenery racing by. Her mare runnng at top speed easly covered the remainig distance. Christina slowed the tiered animal to a walk, assured they had put enough distantice between her and the Prince. The forest birches and oaks were well spaced and young, allowing Christina to walk and give the horse a break. Trudging along, the hem of her long, coarse, homespun traviling dress scrapping along the forest floor leaves. Chippmonks sprinted across her course. Red squirelles jumped from branch to branch, watching the new girl and her white steed. The blue jays, cardnels, and chickadee's sung her arrivel. Christina couldn't help but smile.
They had been walking about a mile when they reached a meadow. The meadow was large, a giant yew tree stood proudly in the center dominatting the trinkling stream that flowed below it. Christina let her horse off to graze and sat down to go through supplies.
Since they had been travling with a company of knights the supplies where sparse. Going through her saddlebag Christina discovered a loaf of bread, a extra dress, some oats, a couple of apples, and a large cantine of water. Christina sighed, she would have to push the horse hard with little food if they were to make it to Ballan Moor before Jon.
'Show him your not a kitchen whore. That your special. The boy is stupid but he did catch on to that.' A little voice smoke to her. Not aloud but in her mind, though Christina was sure it wasn't her speaking. It was like magic, like telepathhy. But Christina knew that only three beings could transfere thoughts. The fearies, the mages, or the Vampires. But fearies only spoke in a childish, humurous voice, and mages spoke in rhythm so that left the later, Vampires.
Vampires where evil menions of darkness. They were powerful magick weldiers, cunning, and suducive. They had been kicked out of the Divine Lands when they tried to trick mortals into worshiping them. They were the damned, the cursed, the undead. They lived off human blood and were hard to fight. Fast and cunning Christina knew she would never be able to fend for herselve.
Slowly she got up, glancing around she looked for her predator. A flash of a cloak caught her eye when she truned she saw nothing. Christina sighed and concluded that she was just paranoid. Suddnley blackness overcame her, she slid to the gound and into unconsinence. But not without hearing her attackers words, words that would haunt her for years to come. "You are mine..."
TBC