Title: Locked Away
Author: Selena Silvermoon
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Everything is mine. Future Chapters will have known people in them.
Someone please R/R.
Locked Away
Chapter One
"No don't shut the door."
I thought I heard a voice. There was no one there. No one was ever there. Not for a long
time. Not since the firestorm. Not since I had been captured and locked away.
Six years ago I lived near a beach in a small town. I was ten years old and living with my
three best friends Ivory, Adrela and Angel. We lived in a huge house where the sunlight filtered
through the trees. Each of us had been blessed or cursed as some would say with weird powers.
Each of them had hopes, dreams and wild powers.
Ivory de Cistrine calm as rain as steady as a river. Settling the uproar as she passed,
calming people with just a thought. She tried not to pry or play in other people's minds.
Adrela Morgana Sheffield lit fires inside of people with but a thought. Igniting passions,
mischief and the occasional fight. Her black hair catching the rays of the fire and holding them.
Angel le Therone keeps herself locked away from the world. Spending her time with the
horses from a near by stable. Her long blonde hair shinning like a halo. Somewhat spacey at times
she was as unpredictable as a gust of wind.
My name is Selena Silvermoon. I don't remember much of my past but my friends used
to say I was as solid as a rock, fair as a goddess and steadfast like the tallest mountain. I was as
versatile as a tree in the wind. They said on the day I was born I began to shine like a silver
moonbeam.
Our little town was on an island off the eastern coast of the United States. Some called
the island Night Harbor some called it Nightworld Island. We just called it home. My family had
settled the island hundreds of years ago to escape from the Night World. My father was
dying and with his death I lost my surname. I don't remember what it was I think mom said that it
was Harding. My uncle and his family raised me. I never knew who my dad's family was the only
thing I know was that his sister was a Harman.
I met Ivory, Adrela and Angel when I was ten we were being tested for magic ranks and
we got put into the same room. The testing involved figuring out where in society we would fit in
after our training. We began to talk about our lives. At the time we all thought it was funny that
we had lost our fathers the same year. Now that I think about it that was the reason that our magic
was and still is wild. Our fathers were trying to keep us away from our mothers' families.
We were housed on one of the ridges over looking the harbor. The sign over our door
said Guardians Only.
A door slamming brought me crashing back to my dungeon home. The entrance door that
had been barred from the outside for so long and been opened and then shut.
"Please let me out of here. What have I done?" the voice came the main cell. I got up and
with the stub of a candle that I had on the table in my cell found my way over to the main door
and turned down the corridor of single cells where the prisoners were kept. I don't remember how
it was that I had managed to keep from being locked in here. Half way down the hallway there
was a wrought iron door with a small latch hole. I peered into the slave quarters, or the dungeon
as the slaves liked to call it, and no one was there. They must all be working. Either that or its
feast time and they are dinner. I turned around and began to head back to my room. As I passed
the cells that were laced with silver, iron and wood I began to think about how no one had been
locked in these since I had been brought in five and a half years ago. Something about it being too
dangerous. I looked into each one as I passed checking to see if anyone was here. I don't
remember why I did it but I couldn't help it.
Author: Selena Silvermoon
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Everything is mine. Future Chapters will have known people in them.
Someone please R/R.
Locked Away
Chapter One
"No don't shut the door."
I thought I heard a voice. There was no one there. No one was ever there. Not for a long
time. Not since the firestorm. Not since I had been captured and locked away.
Six years ago I lived near a beach in a small town. I was ten years old and living with my
three best friends Ivory, Adrela and Angel. We lived in a huge house where the sunlight filtered
through the trees. Each of us had been blessed or cursed as some would say with weird powers.
Each of them had hopes, dreams and wild powers.
Ivory de Cistrine calm as rain as steady as a river. Settling the uproar as she passed,
calming people with just a thought. She tried not to pry or play in other people's minds.
Adrela Morgana Sheffield lit fires inside of people with but a thought. Igniting passions,
mischief and the occasional fight. Her black hair catching the rays of the fire and holding them.
Angel le Therone keeps herself locked away from the world. Spending her time with the
horses from a near by stable. Her long blonde hair shinning like a halo. Somewhat spacey at times
she was as unpredictable as a gust of wind.
My name is Selena Silvermoon. I don't remember much of my past but my friends used
to say I was as solid as a rock, fair as a goddess and steadfast like the tallest mountain. I was as
versatile as a tree in the wind. They said on the day I was born I began to shine like a silver
moonbeam.
Our little town was on an island off the eastern coast of the United States. Some called
the island Night Harbor some called it Nightworld Island. We just called it home. My family had
settled the island hundreds of years ago to escape from the Night World. My father was
dying and with his death I lost my surname. I don't remember what it was I think mom said that it
was Harding. My uncle and his family raised me. I never knew who my dad's family was the only
thing I know was that his sister was a Harman.
I met Ivory, Adrela and Angel when I was ten we were being tested for magic ranks and
we got put into the same room. The testing involved figuring out where in society we would fit in
after our training. We began to talk about our lives. At the time we all thought it was funny that
we had lost our fathers the same year. Now that I think about it that was the reason that our magic
was and still is wild. Our fathers were trying to keep us away from our mothers' families.
We were housed on one of the ridges over looking the harbor. The sign over our door
said Guardians Only.
A door slamming brought me crashing back to my dungeon home. The entrance door that
had been barred from the outside for so long and been opened and then shut.
"Please let me out of here. What have I done?" the voice came the main cell. I got up and
with the stub of a candle that I had on the table in my cell found my way over to the main door
and turned down the corridor of single cells where the prisoners were kept. I don't remember how
it was that I had managed to keep from being locked in here. Half way down the hallway there
was a wrought iron door with a small latch hole. I peered into the slave quarters, or the dungeon
as the slaves liked to call it, and no one was there. They must all be working. Either that or its
feast time and they are dinner. I turned around and began to head back to my room. As I passed
the cells that were laced with silver, iron and wood I began to think about how no one had been
locked in these since I had been brought in five and a half years ago. Something about it being too
dangerous. I looked into each one as I passed checking to see if anyone was here. I don't
remember why I did it but I couldn't help it.