A/N: Okay, thanks for being so patient! I know you've been waiting for this
one, but however I have to reply to some reviews first...
Huinesoron: Thanks for mentioning the problem with the terrain I've laid out ^^; No, I haven't ever been to Tal y llyn...so it would be really cool of you if you could offer a possible alternative for my nonexistant cliff. Thanks!
Max Krugman: Oookay. Apart from the error of not putting Susan Cooper into a god-like state, I must refrain myself from lashing out here. There is no way in HELL I have enough time to write 10 pages to progress a plot I could have done in 2, and 30!? Look, this is fanfiction, not a novel, and I'm a student, not an author! I do this on my spare time (which is juggling between school, a band and a good number of other fics) and I can tell you that this entire story will be lucky to exceed 15 pages. Thanks for reviewing =)
...seems to fall away...
7 trees grew around the tower Jane now stood before, suddenly very much alone.
The great trees grew in an irregular circle around the shining tower, rising like an island from a green sea. She felt as if she were standing up to a great power, staring at it, but so inwardly humbled... she could hear voices from the other side. But she didn't move, caught between fear and relief.
Two men came abruptedly around the corner, walking a few steps and then suddenly stopping on the sight of Jane. They were both lean, neat figures in black clothes, one had a short grey beard and the other was cleanshaven. A hood hid their eyes from view, giving them what would have been a sinister look had there not been a strange sense of neutrality shimmering around them. The the bearded man held a bundle of cloth in his hands.
"You," he spoke softly, "are the Second, are you not?"
Jane looked at him, and suddenly nodded her head cooly, as if she had suddenly remembered that her world was one much different then the one she had pretended to share. And she had, really, remembered the tale of the Light now...the surroundings still felt bizzarely unfamiliar, but for the still wheel before the door of the tower, which bore the sign of a circle divided into 4 parts.
The man stepped forward, carefully pulling away a bit of the blanket to reveal a small, unnaturrally pale baby. It was crying softly and shaking slightly.
"The Dark has not been eliminated from all times, maiden." The other man spoke for the first time. Jane instantly liked him; his voice was soft and musical, although she only allowed herself to dwell on that for a moment before turning to the baby, concerned.
The other man stepped forward, and Jane looked curiously at the pale baby. His eyes were hauntingly familiar - very golden, contrasted to the pale face...of course. There was only one person who looked like that.
"What," started Jane slowly, "is happening to him?"
"The Dark hopes to inhibit his natural course of life by putting him under this spell...it's like having your mind sucked out of you," the man said with a strange sense of a void where there should have been emotion, as the feel of neutrality in his voice was strong. "And," he motioned behind Jane. "HE is here."
Jane blinked and looked over her shoulder. There, leaning against a tree, was a man with not only flaming red hair, but clothed in a red cloak and by a strange red horse. She had never seen a horse that shade; it was just as crippling to the sight as Bran's lack of color. The man grinned cryptically at Jane and shrugged, like he was supposed to be there. Yeah, just a bright red guy in the middle of a mild field.
The man stood up tall and just looked at Jane casually, not moving his eyes, but there was some unseen sense of force behind them that was not apparent without a careful look. He walked slowly, his shadow cast was strangely faded out. He lifted his arms, and Jane was suddenly thrown back against the castle. She slid and fell onto the ground next to the giant wheel in front of the door.
"Second of the rhyme, why do you come here, thinking you will find the Sign?" The red man leered at her horribly, his actions all awfully humbling. "I am the Red Rider. There is no passage for your insignificant quest any longer."
Jane struggled to stand up and reached out, grabbing the closest thing - the bronze wheel that stood before the door. Instantly, it began to spin, shaking Jane's hands away from it and almost throwing her back to the ground. It was speeding up, furious in it's power - there was no axle to support it, no explaination for such a strange sight.
Jane peered at the wheel, noticing in the corner of her eye that the 'Red Rider' was staring at the wheel openmouthed. The wheel was pulsating, melting, shrinking into a much smaller circle which began to slow down. And she saw what it was; the smooth, dull Sign of Bronze; the very sign she had held before the tree. On impulse she reached out and seized it, it came away easily, as if nothing had been holding it up at all.
She stepped down slowly, seeing the Red Rider still frozen in horror. Looking at the baby, she somewhat needlessly dramatically held the Sign before the crying baby. Now, it's movement stopped, it was cured.
"Ah...thank you, Jane," said the clean-shaven man.
"Will he be alright?"
"I think so..." the man winked. "He may, however, have a severe fear of mirrors."
The man in red gave a horrible cry of rage and both horse and rider disappeared.
A/N: Sorry if the writing got a little shoddy, I've rewritten this a few times and it doesn't sound right still. The Red Rider is not supposed to sound contrived, although he comes off like that no matter what I do =( So it'll have to work for now.
One more thing. *hands out Will-shaped cookies to previous reviewers*
Huinesoron: Thanks for mentioning the problem with the terrain I've laid out ^^; No, I haven't ever been to Tal y llyn...so it would be really cool of you if you could offer a possible alternative for my nonexistant cliff. Thanks!
Max Krugman: Oookay. Apart from the error of not putting Susan Cooper into a god-like state, I must refrain myself from lashing out here. There is no way in HELL I have enough time to write 10 pages to progress a plot I could have done in 2, and 30!? Look, this is fanfiction, not a novel, and I'm a student, not an author! I do this on my spare time (which is juggling between school, a band and a good number of other fics) and I can tell you that this entire story will be lucky to exceed 15 pages. Thanks for reviewing =)
...seems to fall away...
7 trees grew around the tower Jane now stood before, suddenly very much alone.
The great trees grew in an irregular circle around the shining tower, rising like an island from a green sea. She felt as if she were standing up to a great power, staring at it, but so inwardly humbled... she could hear voices from the other side. But she didn't move, caught between fear and relief.
Two men came abruptedly around the corner, walking a few steps and then suddenly stopping on the sight of Jane. They were both lean, neat figures in black clothes, one had a short grey beard and the other was cleanshaven. A hood hid their eyes from view, giving them what would have been a sinister look had there not been a strange sense of neutrality shimmering around them. The the bearded man held a bundle of cloth in his hands.
"You," he spoke softly, "are the Second, are you not?"
Jane looked at him, and suddenly nodded her head cooly, as if she had suddenly remembered that her world was one much different then the one she had pretended to share. And she had, really, remembered the tale of the Light now...the surroundings still felt bizzarely unfamiliar, but for the still wheel before the door of the tower, which bore the sign of a circle divided into 4 parts.
The man stepped forward, carefully pulling away a bit of the blanket to reveal a small, unnaturrally pale baby. It was crying softly and shaking slightly.
"The Dark has not been eliminated from all times, maiden." The other man spoke for the first time. Jane instantly liked him; his voice was soft and musical, although she only allowed herself to dwell on that for a moment before turning to the baby, concerned.
The other man stepped forward, and Jane looked curiously at the pale baby. His eyes were hauntingly familiar - very golden, contrasted to the pale face...of course. There was only one person who looked like that.
"What," started Jane slowly, "is happening to him?"
"The Dark hopes to inhibit his natural course of life by putting him under this spell...it's like having your mind sucked out of you," the man said with a strange sense of a void where there should have been emotion, as the feel of neutrality in his voice was strong. "And," he motioned behind Jane. "HE is here."
Jane blinked and looked over her shoulder. There, leaning against a tree, was a man with not only flaming red hair, but clothed in a red cloak and by a strange red horse. She had never seen a horse that shade; it was just as crippling to the sight as Bran's lack of color. The man grinned cryptically at Jane and shrugged, like he was supposed to be there. Yeah, just a bright red guy in the middle of a mild field.
The man stood up tall and just looked at Jane casually, not moving his eyes, but there was some unseen sense of force behind them that was not apparent without a careful look. He walked slowly, his shadow cast was strangely faded out. He lifted his arms, and Jane was suddenly thrown back against the castle. She slid and fell onto the ground next to the giant wheel in front of the door.
"Second of the rhyme, why do you come here, thinking you will find the Sign?" The red man leered at her horribly, his actions all awfully humbling. "I am the Red Rider. There is no passage for your insignificant quest any longer."
Jane struggled to stand up and reached out, grabbing the closest thing - the bronze wheel that stood before the door. Instantly, it began to spin, shaking Jane's hands away from it and almost throwing her back to the ground. It was speeding up, furious in it's power - there was no axle to support it, no explaination for such a strange sight.
Jane peered at the wheel, noticing in the corner of her eye that the 'Red Rider' was staring at the wheel openmouthed. The wheel was pulsating, melting, shrinking into a much smaller circle which began to slow down. And she saw what it was; the smooth, dull Sign of Bronze; the very sign she had held before the tree. On impulse she reached out and seized it, it came away easily, as if nothing had been holding it up at all.
She stepped down slowly, seeing the Red Rider still frozen in horror. Looking at the baby, she somewhat needlessly dramatically held the Sign before the crying baby. Now, it's movement stopped, it was cured.
"Ah...thank you, Jane," said the clean-shaven man.
"Will he be alright?"
"I think so..." the man winked. "He may, however, have a severe fear of mirrors."
The man in red gave a horrible cry of rage and both horse and rider disappeared.
A/N: Sorry if the writing got a little shoddy, I've rewritten this a few times and it doesn't sound right still. The Red Rider is not supposed to sound contrived, although he comes off like that no matter what I do =( So it'll have to work for now.
One more thing. *hands out Will-shaped cookies to previous reviewers*