Fairy Tale:
Hi!!!!!! I'm back! What? *everybody glares* Eep! *hides behind a pillow*
Um, Gomen? Yah, if you've read my bio, I said I was goin' away, and I did. And
I'm coming to you from New York. Heheh^^ . *dogdes random pillow*
*Watches it sail*. Is it me, or did that thing look lumpy?
Anywho, here's chapter three.
Fairy Tale:3
*Harvest's pov*
The wolf had long called the approaching moon, and the fire blazed before me.
My limbs grew tired and my aura weaker, the Calling, the Choosing, is to
begin.
The aura, the glowing light around each dancing fairy is pulled from them,
and added to the sacred fire, which will change to the color of the first
fairy to be chosen; male or female.
The elder calls for our attention, and we readily give it. The movement of
our bodies stop and we relax to the ground.
"Ahem! My dear kin, this night, the moon is full and the wolfos prance under
merry light, children are born! In the far world of Hyrule, in the Forest,
children who need faeries are awake!"
Myself along with my fellow faeries throw our arms up in cheer, our hands
still connected.
The new beat dies and the silence that follows is filled with anticipation
and magic, hot and crackling.
"Now! Let the ceremony begin!!"
A fairy-Lady Limila-floats to the center, and drops on a small, flat white
stone. In her hands is a drop of water.
She says, in a high, squeaky, but delightfully monotonous voice, "I offer
this drop of pure water to the great fire, as the drop is absorbed, the fire
will change colors, and shall tell me who the first chosen is."
She turns, her long green hair flowing behind her. Her arms reach into the
fire, both hands cupping the shining droplet, she retracts her arms, without
it.
The fire flares, and shifts, becoming darker, and more purple.
"The first, is a male." She closes her eyes. "Amune, Amune Abrise." I turn my
head to my left, looking up at Abrise. He looks down at me and I see how
proud he is. How happy he feels. I beam up at him, happy that something he
has wishedd for has come true.
He takes flight, releasing my hands and goes to sit befoore Lady Limila. The
fire changes again, the area is silent except for the crackling fire.
"It is another male. Kyundai, Kyundai Kai." A random fairy, I don't know him
that well, takes to the air to sit next to Abrise. NO one makes any noise,
for if you were to but utter a word, the spell would be broken, and the
ceremony ruined.
I waited patiently, hoping and praying my name would be called. I could not
stand not being with Abrise.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Master, why dost thou hesitate? The faeries would be of no match to thee!
Can thee not see, the time is upon us! Their ceremony t'would fall to ruin
under your feet!"
A dark being, long, hunched over like a lion on the prowl, covered in
shifting shadows, to deep to penetrate by sight, whipped its head about, to
stare at the dark mass to its left.
"Hush! Hush now. Sit by your lord and be still. The time has not yet come.
Should we go down there, take upon them and destory all. The ceremony hasn't
only just begun. The magic, so finely woven would be torn, shreaded, and
should that happen, worse to us would happen than to them." Cold, glowing
violet eyes filled with storms turned back to over the outcropping, peeering
down intently to the fire.
'Not much longer, the ceremony has almost been completed.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harvest had begun to get worried. He fretted that he would not be chosen,
yet he was of age! And his magic and guidance skills were the top of his
class!
So, why had Lady Limila not called him? Could it be he was at the bottom of
the list?
Harvest's forhead felt clamy, and the magic pulsating through the silent air
was stifiling, almost overbearing. Dizzyness cast its spell and he could
almost fel himself falling. But he wouldn't. He refused to!
If he fell, Harvest knew the silence would be broken, for it was a spell
itself, no fairy could remain silent without some sort of spell on it! If he
fell...
'I shall not fall! I will make it through, perhaps I will be called next
year, to aid another?'
"-Liam."
"-Pose."
"-Cail."
"-Kana."
Lady Limila paused. "There be only one more name on the list. The fate of the
one whose name is last is uncertain. The ceremony is ending! The fire dies,
as I recite the last name, you all must return to your houses!" Slowly, one
by one, faeries not called began to streatch their wings, rising higher into
the air, the spell of silence waring just enough to allow moans and sighs to
escape.
Abrise look sadly upon his ill-fated friend, mouth an "I'm sorry" to Harvest,
looking sympathetic.
Harvest, though, could not bring himself to make eyes contact, his body
swayed and a pale hand came to his head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Now!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All Hell broke loose just as Lady Limila opened her mouth and spoke the last
name.
"Hailmoon Harvest!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
END! ^-^;;; No pillows with bricks, okay?
Hi!!!!!! I'm back! What? *everybody glares* Eep! *hides behind a pillow*
Um, Gomen? Yah, if you've read my bio, I said I was goin' away, and I did. And
I'm coming to you from New York. Heheh^^ . *dogdes random pillow*
*Watches it sail*. Is it me, or did that thing look lumpy?
Anywho, here's chapter three.
Fairy Tale:3
*Harvest's pov*
The wolf had long called the approaching moon, and the fire blazed before me.
My limbs grew tired and my aura weaker, the Calling, the Choosing, is to
begin.
The aura, the glowing light around each dancing fairy is pulled from them,
and added to the sacred fire, which will change to the color of the first
fairy to be chosen; male or female.
The elder calls for our attention, and we readily give it. The movement of
our bodies stop and we relax to the ground.
"Ahem! My dear kin, this night, the moon is full and the wolfos prance under
merry light, children are born! In the far world of Hyrule, in the Forest,
children who need faeries are awake!"
Myself along with my fellow faeries throw our arms up in cheer, our hands
still connected.
The new beat dies and the silence that follows is filled with anticipation
and magic, hot and crackling.
"Now! Let the ceremony begin!!"
A fairy-Lady Limila-floats to the center, and drops on a small, flat white
stone. In her hands is a drop of water.
She says, in a high, squeaky, but delightfully monotonous voice, "I offer
this drop of pure water to the great fire, as the drop is absorbed, the fire
will change colors, and shall tell me who the first chosen is."
She turns, her long green hair flowing behind her. Her arms reach into the
fire, both hands cupping the shining droplet, she retracts her arms, without
it.
The fire flares, and shifts, becoming darker, and more purple.
"The first, is a male." She closes her eyes. "Amune, Amune Abrise." I turn my
head to my left, looking up at Abrise. He looks down at me and I see how
proud he is. How happy he feels. I beam up at him, happy that something he
has wishedd for has come true.
He takes flight, releasing my hands and goes to sit befoore Lady Limila. The
fire changes again, the area is silent except for the crackling fire.
"It is another male. Kyundai, Kyundai Kai." A random fairy, I don't know him
that well, takes to the air to sit next to Abrise. NO one makes any noise,
for if you were to but utter a word, the spell would be broken, and the
ceremony ruined.
I waited patiently, hoping and praying my name would be called. I could not
stand not being with Abrise.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Master, why dost thou hesitate? The faeries would be of no match to thee!
Can thee not see, the time is upon us! Their ceremony t'would fall to ruin
under your feet!"
A dark being, long, hunched over like a lion on the prowl, covered in
shifting shadows, to deep to penetrate by sight, whipped its head about, to
stare at the dark mass to its left.
"Hush! Hush now. Sit by your lord and be still. The time has not yet come.
Should we go down there, take upon them and destory all. The ceremony hasn't
only just begun. The magic, so finely woven would be torn, shreaded, and
should that happen, worse to us would happen than to them." Cold, glowing
violet eyes filled with storms turned back to over the outcropping, peeering
down intently to the fire.
'Not much longer, the ceremony has almost been completed.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harvest had begun to get worried. He fretted that he would not be chosen,
yet he was of age! And his magic and guidance skills were the top of his
class!
So, why had Lady Limila not called him? Could it be he was at the bottom of
the list?
Harvest's forhead felt clamy, and the magic pulsating through the silent air
was stifiling, almost overbearing. Dizzyness cast its spell and he could
almost fel himself falling. But he wouldn't. He refused to!
If he fell, Harvest knew the silence would be broken, for it was a spell
itself, no fairy could remain silent without some sort of spell on it! If he
fell...
'I shall not fall! I will make it through, perhaps I will be called next
year, to aid another?'
"-Liam."
"-Pose."
"-Cail."
"-Kana."
Lady Limila paused. "There be only one more name on the list. The fate of the
one whose name is last is uncertain. The ceremony is ending! The fire dies,
as I recite the last name, you all must return to your houses!" Slowly, one
by one, faeries not called began to streatch their wings, rising higher into
the air, the spell of silence waring just enough to allow moans and sighs to
escape.
Abrise look sadly upon his ill-fated friend, mouth an "I'm sorry" to Harvest,
looking sympathetic.
Harvest, though, could not bring himself to make eyes contact, his body
swayed and a pale hand came to his head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Now!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All Hell broke loose just as Lady Limila opened her mouth and spoke the last
name.
"Hailmoon Harvest!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
END! ^-^;;; No pillows with bricks, okay?