**Here we go with the second part of the story! In this part, sixteen years have passed. Baby Sora is now an orphan of the Church, and baby Tai has become the son of the ultimate evil, though he has a good heart. What happens when the world is at stake, and the only person who can save it is a teenage girl? Read to find out!**
The Ring
Part One: Year Of The Ring
The sun was shining down on the dirt streets of Maryville (*totally fictional town in England*) as children ran through the alleys, playing the day away. At the end of one of the many streets in the town stood a small church where three Friars lived with the many orphans who were delivered there over time. In the yard of the church ran twelve young boys and girls ranging in age from two years to ten years old. Sitting at the top of the church's stairs was a tall young teenager with fiery red hair and cinnamon eyes. She tended to the children and watched them carefully, making sure to keep them in the churchyard.
"Sora! Sora! Zayne is picking on Mirah again! Sora!" a small child with green eyes and long blonde hair cried, running up to Sora and grabbing her hand and leading her over to two other children, who were arguing.
"Zayne, Mirah, what have I told you about fighting?" Sora asked, her voice stern and commanding, yet soft and motherly at the same time. The children looked down at their feet shyly.
"I'm sorry Mirah. You're not a sewer rat." Zayne said quietly, wiping some light brown hair from his face. His freckles stood out from his pasty white skin.
"And you're not a slime eater." Mirah replied, her blue eyes apologetic. As quickly as the argument started, it ended, the two children running off to play somewhere else. Sora sighed and knelt down to the blonde once again.
"Hannah, you run along and play. I must go see Friar Laurence. Make sure the children stay inside the yard." Sora instructed, turning and walking into the church where she was to meet with the Friar about something concerning her birthday, which was fast approaching.
"Ah, there you are Sora." Friar Laurence said, standing and welcoming the teen into the small quarters. Sora smiled sweetly to the man and sat down in one of the small wooden chairs in the room.
"You summoned me, Friar?" Sora asked. Friar Laurence nodded and sat down on his small bed, looking out the window.
"You have been here many years, child. It is time you knew where you came from." The Friar said, moving some gray hair from his tired eyes.
"You know my mother and father?" Sora asked, incredulous. Why had the Friar, the one who had protected her for so long, not told her years ago?
"I know your mother, though not well. I can tell you what happened the day you entered this church, child." Friar Laurence replied. Sora nodded eagerly, sitting on the edge of her seat. For years she had wanted to know who her mother was and why she abandoned her so long ago.
"It began on a dark night in November. I was saying my nightly prayers as I always have when someone entered the front door to the church. It was a young woman with a small child in her arms. The child was you, Sora. She told me that she was being chased, and asked me to care for you until she could get away from her pursuer. I agreed, thinking that she would return for you in the morning. That is how you arrived her." Friar Laurence said, his eyes seeming as if he was actually looking back on that night.
"But why didn't she come back? Why did she put you in charge of protecting me?" Sora asked, still confused.
"The next morning, they brought a body back to the church to be buried. It was a woman who had been beaten the night before. I looked at the corpse and found your mother in an eternal sleep. We buried her that evening, and accepted you into our church as the first orphan." The Friar answered. Sora felt tears of sadness growing in her eyes. Her dream of meeting her mother was gone, and all hope for a happy adult life with her family was also gone.
"She did leave you something, my child. Something of which I have no idea, but it is very powerful. Or so your mother told me." Friar Laurence added, walking over to his desk and pulling out a small item wrapped in cloth.
"What is it?" Sora asked impatiently. The Friar unwrapped the item, revealing a small silver ring with a blue stone perched upon it. Sora gasped and took the ring from the Friar, putting it on her finger gently.
"I was told that you should receive it on your sixteenth birthday, and that when you did receive it, the world would be saved in some way. I don't know what that means, child, but I do think you were born to a destiny you shall fulfill soon." Friar Laurence explained. Sora stared at the ring with interest. She had so many questions, but she knew he wouldn't be able to answer them.
"I. . .I wish I knew more. . ." Sora whispered. The Friar took the teen into his arms and held her close while tears of sadness welled up in her eyes.
Thunder boomed above the dismal castle that sat upon a tall mountain. Inside, three men and a young teenager sat at a large round table eating their dinner. One man was short, another tall, and the third, who sat at the head of the table, had black hair peppered with gray. The brown haired teen sat next to the man, eating slowly.
"Master Mustan, the time is near." The short man said. Mustan, the leader, nodded, a sinister grin forming on his face.
"Tai, you shall fulfill your purpose very soon. You will bring me the world." Mustan replied, looking down at the teen, who looked at Mustan with determined eyes.
"I will bring the evil ones to their knees. Soon you will rule your kingdom again, master!" Tai cried triumphantly. Mustan smiled once again, then returned to his dinner.
"Soon the Chosen Child will emerge, and you, Tai, shall kill her and bring the ring to me." Mustan said, chewing on a piece of chicken.
"And we, Portabell, shall become Dukes of the new world." The tall man said joyously, slapping the short man on the back.
"We shall, Glammon, we shall." Portabell replied to the tall man, who stared greedily off into space as he thought about the kingdom and the riches he was about to receive.
"I must retire, father. Goodnight Uncle Portabell. Goodnight Uncle Glammon." Tai said, pushing his plate out of his way. In a puff of orange smoke, the young man had vanished, leaving the trio to talk amongst themselves.
"He has progressed better than we thought he would, master." Portabell said proudly. Mustan nodded and pushed his plate away also.
"He did learn from the best." Mustan added, leaning back in his chair. Glammon stood and paced around the floor.
"He has a good magical talent, master. But his heart. . .his heart is pure and devoid of evil. I fear the nothing can stop him if he finds out the truth." Glammon replied, stopping to look at Mustan, who frowned.
"I took great measures to keep Tai from knowing the truth about the outside world. Every book Tai has been educated with makes the people of the world look like ogres, and I know that over these years he has developed a loyalty to us. He will not fail. The world, to him, is like a Eden that was taken from us and overrun with evil people. He will come through and destroy the child. He cannot fail." Mustan stated. Glammon and Portabell grinned and toasted with their wine glasses.
"To the world! May it fall into our hands forever!" Mustan cried. The three glasses clinked together loudly.
**So there's what's going on. Tai has basically been brainwashed by Mustan (*The Man*) and thinks the world once belonged to Mustan, who is imposing as Tai's father. Sora has now received the ring, and with her birthday coming, the powers within her will begin to show the way for her to go to defeat Mustan and keep the world from falling. But what's going to happen when Tai and Sora accidentally meet on their way to destroying each other? Lotsa Taiora, and I mean LOTSA!**
The Ring
Part One: Year Of The Ring
The sun was shining down on the dirt streets of Maryville (*totally fictional town in England*) as children ran through the alleys, playing the day away. At the end of one of the many streets in the town stood a small church where three Friars lived with the many orphans who were delivered there over time. In the yard of the church ran twelve young boys and girls ranging in age from two years to ten years old. Sitting at the top of the church's stairs was a tall young teenager with fiery red hair and cinnamon eyes. She tended to the children and watched them carefully, making sure to keep them in the churchyard.
"Sora! Sora! Zayne is picking on Mirah again! Sora!" a small child with green eyes and long blonde hair cried, running up to Sora and grabbing her hand and leading her over to two other children, who were arguing.
"Zayne, Mirah, what have I told you about fighting?" Sora asked, her voice stern and commanding, yet soft and motherly at the same time. The children looked down at their feet shyly.
"I'm sorry Mirah. You're not a sewer rat." Zayne said quietly, wiping some light brown hair from his face. His freckles stood out from his pasty white skin.
"And you're not a slime eater." Mirah replied, her blue eyes apologetic. As quickly as the argument started, it ended, the two children running off to play somewhere else. Sora sighed and knelt down to the blonde once again.
"Hannah, you run along and play. I must go see Friar Laurence. Make sure the children stay inside the yard." Sora instructed, turning and walking into the church where she was to meet with the Friar about something concerning her birthday, which was fast approaching.
"Ah, there you are Sora." Friar Laurence said, standing and welcoming the teen into the small quarters. Sora smiled sweetly to the man and sat down in one of the small wooden chairs in the room.
"You summoned me, Friar?" Sora asked. Friar Laurence nodded and sat down on his small bed, looking out the window.
"You have been here many years, child. It is time you knew where you came from." The Friar said, moving some gray hair from his tired eyes.
"You know my mother and father?" Sora asked, incredulous. Why had the Friar, the one who had protected her for so long, not told her years ago?
"I know your mother, though not well. I can tell you what happened the day you entered this church, child." Friar Laurence replied. Sora nodded eagerly, sitting on the edge of her seat. For years she had wanted to know who her mother was and why she abandoned her so long ago.
"It began on a dark night in November. I was saying my nightly prayers as I always have when someone entered the front door to the church. It was a young woman with a small child in her arms. The child was you, Sora. She told me that she was being chased, and asked me to care for you until she could get away from her pursuer. I agreed, thinking that she would return for you in the morning. That is how you arrived her." Friar Laurence said, his eyes seeming as if he was actually looking back on that night.
"But why didn't she come back? Why did she put you in charge of protecting me?" Sora asked, still confused.
"The next morning, they brought a body back to the church to be buried. It was a woman who had been beaten the night before. I looked at the corpse and found your mother in an eternal sleep. We buried her that evening, and accepted you into our church as the first orphan." The Friar answered. Sora felt tears of sadness growing in her eyes. Her dream of meeting her mother was gone, and all hope for a happy adult life with her family was also gone.
"She did leave you something, my child. Something of which I have no idea, but it is very powerful. Or so your mother told me." Friar Laurence added, walking over to his desk and pulling out a small item wrapped in cloth.
"What is it?" Sora asked impatiently. The Friar unwrapped the item, revealing a small silver ring with a blue stone perched upon it. Sora gasped and took the ring from the Friar, putting it on her finger gently.
"I was told that you should receive it on your sixteenth birthday, and that when you did receive it, the world would be saved in some way. I don't know what that means, child, but I do think you were born to a destiny you shall fulfill soon." Friar Laurence explained. Sora stared at the ring with interest. She had so many questions, but she knew he wouldn't be able to answer them.
"I. . .I wish I knew more. . ." Sora whispered. The Friar took the teen into his arms and held her close while tears of sadness welled up in her eyes.
Thunder boomed above the dismal castle that sat upon a tall mountain. Inside, three men and a young teenager sat at a large round table eating their dinner. One man was short, another tall, and the third, who sat at the head of the table, had black hair peppered with gray. The brown haired teen sat next to the man, eating slowly.
"Master Mustan, the time is near." The short man said. Mustan, the leader, nodded, a sinister grin forming on his face.
"Tai, you shall fulfill your purpose very soon. You will bring me the world." Mustan replied, looking down at the teen, who looked at Mustan with determined eyes.
"I will bring the evil ones to their knees. Soon you will rule your kingdom again, master!" Tai cried triumphantly. Mustan smiled once again, then returned to his dinner.
"Soon the Chosen Child will emerge, and you, Tai, shall kill her and bring the ring to me." Mustan said, chewing on a piece of chicken.
"And we, Portabell, shall become Dukes of the new world." The tall man said joyously, slapping the short man on the back.
"We shall, Glammon, we shall." Portabell replied to the tall man, who stared greedily off into space as he thought about the kingdom and the riches he was about to receive.
"I must retire, father. Goodnight Uncle Portabell. Goodnight Uncle Glammon." Tai said, pushing his plate out of his way. In a puff of orange smoke, the young man had vanished, leaving the trio to talk amongst themselves.
"He has progressed better than we thought he would, master." Portabell said proudly. Mustan nodded and pushed his plate away also.
"He did learn from the best." Mustan added, leaning back in his chair. Glammon stood and paced around the floor.
"He has a good magical talent, master. But his heart. . .his heart is pure and devoid of evil. I fear the nothing can stop him if he finds out the truth." Glammon replied, stopping to look at Mustan, who frowned.
"I took great measures to keep Tai from knowing the truth about the outside world. Every book Tai has been educated with makes the people of the world look like ogres, and I know that over these years he has developed a loyalty to us. He will not fail. The world, to him, is like a Eden that was taken from us and overrun with evil people. He will come through and destroy the child. He cannot fail." Mustan stated. Glammon and Portabell grinned and toasted with their wine glasses.
"To the world! May it fall into our hands forever!" Mustan cried. The three glasses clinked together loudly.
**So there's what's going on. Tai has basically been brainwashed by Mustan (*The Man*) and thinks the world once belonged to Mustan, who is imposing as Tai's father. Sora has now received the ring, and with her birthday coming, the powers within her will begin to show the way for her to go to defeat Mustan and keep the world from falling. But what's going to happen when Tai and Sora accidentally meet on their way to destroying each other? Lotsa Taiora, and I mean LOTSA!**