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abilities. I would like to own Legolas… sigh. Anyways…. On with the story.
Tortured Soul
Nuralcariel scratched and clawed at the wall. She had to get out…. Some how or some way. He had come everyday for the past few days. He made her use the crystal. He forced into make that snowstorm… he forced her to make those orcs. She has to get out. 'Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out.' Said her mind. Narulcariel was on the verge of beening insane. She could feel herself breaking down, submitting to his will. She can't let this happen.
Nuralcariel wasn't a prisoner once.
Long time ago, she was free… like everyone else. She could laugh, talk and love. Her name wasn't Nuralcariel (tortured soul), her name was Novardawen (Sunshine). Her history takes place long ago.
Nuralcariel gasped for air as she sees that all her efforts have made no effect on the tower's tall, dark and damp walls. She bit her lips as anguished tears rolled down her face. She was on the verge of snapping. She had to think about something else. Anything else. The she remembered. Her history. Her life before she became Saruman's slave. She closed her eyes to remember.
*Flashback*
Novardawen ran down the stairs of their beautiful castle. Her father had just become king of Tranquility Woods. She and her sisters were exploring the castle. There was so much to do. Novardawen was a beautiful child/lady at the age of 14. She had long red hair that looked like fire and emerald eyes that lit up in excitement in any mischief. Many say she was a beauty among the fairies and elves, yet different too. She seemed to have a burning fire lit within her that burned on for eternity. She was good in any weapons, but especially liked the sword she owned called 'Dragonfly'. And a mighty sword it is.
" Novardawen Desiree Sedeime, what are you doing, running around like a mere child? Come it is time for your lessons with Saruman the White. They say he is the best teacher there is at these areas. He will teach you how to use the ancient text of Quenya and other languages. Come." Said her tall and fair mother, Queen Sedeime. They say that Novardawen has eyes like her mother and the hair of her father. Her mother has green emerald eyes and silver/yellow hair. Queen Sedeime's parents were a fairy and an elve. Therefore, she takes the traits of both her late mother and father.
"Aweeee… Mom, do I have too? We just got here!" exclaimed Novardawen groaning at the same time. Her mother gave her one of those 'you-better- come-or-I-will-make-you-and-stop-complaing-because-there-is-noway-out-of- this' looks. Novardawen knew the look too well and followed without a word. Her mother led her to a room with many windows, which over looked a forest. Saruman the white seemed to be inspecting one of the books. When he glanced up and saw the Queen and Princess, he immediately dropped the book and bowed to Her Majesty.
"Your Majesty! I didn't see you come in." Saruman said with a deep bow. Novardawen didn't like him, the minute she saw him. He was a suck up. Plans of torturing the teacher started to for in her head. "And this must be the young lady." His beady eyes stared at her. She felt a cold chill come up her spine. Her mother was now telling the teacher about what she had already learned. Saruman seemed to be hanging on to her every word.
Novardawen looked at him with disgust. Then her mother let go of her hand. She looked up. Queen Sedeime said, "Now be good young one. I expect you learn more from Saruman then from other teachers in the past." Novardawen only smiled sweetly. The Queen then left the study closed the door as she went.
Saruman turned to her. He seemed to have changed in some way. "Now little princess, we will begin with lesson one. How to use the crystal." He sneered. Novardawen felt numb. 'How did this old goat find out about the crystal?' She screamed in her mind. Saruman seemed to be reading her thoughts. "I know more about you then you will ever know. Little spoiled brat."
"I'm telling my mother! You have no right of knowing about the crystal!" She yelled at him, hoping the yelling will bring someone into this room. Saruman smiled wickedly and said 'No one could hear you my dear, all they could hear is you repeating poetry. And if you do tell anyone, I will kill your parents before you could say 'no'."
"I'm not giving in without a fight!" said Novardawen as she unsheathed Dragonfly. Saruman only laughed and flicked his wand and she went flying towards the wall. She could feel blood in her mouth but wouldn't let any weakness show. Saruman smiled and said "I could easily snap you in two if I wanted too. Now do as I say or you lovely mother and you father would not see tomorrow."
Novardawen thought about it in her head. She realized that she had no choice. Saruman was indeed more powerful then her. She looked up at him with hatred and hurt. She nodded. Saruman smiled. "Now be a good little girl and summon the crystal." He commanded. She did and soon, he made her use her power, not for good but for the darkness that was beginning to rise.
To be continued…
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Tortured Soul
Nuralcariel scratched and clawed at the wall. She had to get out…. Some how or some way. He had come everyday for the past few days. He made her use the crystal. He forced into make that snowstorm… he forced her to make those orcs. She has to get out. 'Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out.' Said her mind. Narulcariel was on the verge of beening insane. She could feel herself breaking down, submitting to his will. She can't let this happen.
Nuralcariel wasn't a prisoner once.
Long time ago, she was free… like everyone else. She could laugh, talk and love. Her name wasn't Nuralcariel (tortured soul), her name was Novardawen (Sunshine). Her history takes place long ago.
Nuralcariel gasped for air as she sees that all her efforts have made no effect on the tower's tall, dark and damp walls. She bit her lips as anguished tears rolled down her face. She was on the verge of snapping. She had to think about something else. Anything else. The she remembered. Her history. Her life before she became Saruman's slave. She closed her eyes to remember.
*Flashback*
Novardawen ran down the stairs of their beautiful castle. Her father had just become king of Tranquility Woods. She and her sisters were exploring the castle. There was so much to do. Novardawen was a beautiful child/lady at the age of 14. She had long red hair that looked like fire and emerald eyes that lit up in excitement in any mischief. Many say she was a beauty among the fairies and elves, yet different too. She seemed to have a burning fire lit within her that burned on for eternity. She was good in any weapons, but especially liked the sword she owned called 'Dragonfly'. And a mighty sword it is.
" Novardawen Desiree Sedeime, what are you doing, running around like a mere child? Come it is time for your lessons with Saruman the White. They say he is the best teacher there is at these areas. He will teach you how to use the ancient text of Quenya and other languages. Come." Said her tall and fair mother, Queen Sedeime. They say that Novardawen has eyes like her mother and the hair of her father. Her mother has green emerald eyes and silver/yellow hair. Queen Sedeime's parents were a fairy and an elve. Therefore, she takes the traits of both her late mother and father.
"Aweeee… Mom, do I have too? We just got here!" exclaimed Novardawen groaning at the same time. Her mother gave her one of those 'you-better- come-or-I-will-make-you-and-stop-complaing-because-there-is-noway-out-of- this' looks. Novardawen knew the look too well and followed without a word. Her mother led her to a room with many windows, which over looked a forest. Saruman the white seemed to be inspecting one of the books. When he glanced up and saw the Queen and Princess, he immediately dropped the book and bowed to Her Majesty.
"Your Majesty! I didn't see you come in." Saruman said with a deep bow. Novardawen didn't like him, the minute she saw him. He was a suck up. Plans of torturing the teacher started to for in her head. "And this must be the young lady." His beady eyes stared at her. She felt a cold chill come up her spine. Her mother was now telling the teacher about what she had already learned. Saruman seemed to be hanging on to her every word.
Novardawen looked at him with disgust. Then her mother let go of her hand. She looked up. Queen Sedeime said, "Now be good young one. I expect you learn more from Saruman then from other teachers in the past." Novardawen only smiled sweetly. The Queen then left the study closed the door as she went.
Saruman turned to her. He seemed to have changed in some way. "Now little princess, we will begin with lesson one. How to use the crystal." He sneered. Novardawen felt numb. 'How did this old goat find out about the crystal?' She screamed in her mind. Saruman seemed to be reading her thoughts. "I know more about you then you will ever know. Little spoiled brat."
"I'm telling my mother! You have no right of knowing about the crystal!" She yelled at him, hoping the yelling will bring someone into this room. Saruman smiled wickedly and said 'No one could hear you my dear, all they could hear is you repeating poetry. And if you do tell anyone, I will kill your parents before you could say 'no'."
"I'm not giving in without a fight!" said Novardawen as she unsheathed Dragonfly. Saruman only laughed and flicked his wand and she went flying towards the wall. She could feel blood in her mouth but wouldn't let any weakness show. Saruman smiled and said "I could easily snap you in two if I wanted too. Now do as I say or you lovely mother and you father would not see tomorrow."
Novardawen thought about it in her head. She realized that she had no choice. Saruman was indeed more powerful then her. She looked up at him with hatred and hurt. She nodded. Saruman smiled. "Now be a good little girl and summon the crystal." He commanded. She did and soon, he made her use her power, not for good but for the darkness that was beginning to rise.
To be continued…
Do you like it? Please review. The next chapter would come out soon, but I need at least 2 reviews. That's not much to ask. Please?