Book One of the Chosen Shannara
10/?
Disclaimer: We don't own Shannara. Give the respects to Terry Brooks.
Author Notes: I'm sorry this took so long to get up. My life has been really busy with fixing up things around the house so my dad and I, Dragon Starbo, can sell our house. *sighs* And with this whole war on Saddam Hussein, it's just all really screwy right now. Please forgive my delay upon this chapter and I hope that I never end up this late again.
Btw, I just did a whole chapter by myself! Yay for me! Lunablue did one, now I did one! Pretty, huh? ^^^
Lunablue: Yeah, but you still made many, many spelling and grammar mistakes that I had to go through and correct for you because you couldn't see them yourself.
Heh . . . I AM getting better! ^^^; Anyhow, just read the correction-free chapter.
Chapter Ten: Grimpond
Walker Boh rode on Tempo as the horse raced down the trail as fast as he could. They were mere shadows passing in the night, with no one to look upon them or stop them. He couldn't have asked for a clearer night to travel and he couldn't have asked for a more a need for a night like this one than the need that pushed him along.
What are these Vo'galth? That was the question upon his mind that seemed to run around in circles. What are the Vo'galth? Where did they come from? Did someone send them? Or are they a new breed of human?
Sadly, he knew of only person who could tell him which direction to seek his answers in. He knew he would not find any of them in Paranor, the Druid's Keep, for he has read every book in that keep and not one mentioned the Vo'galth. Or how people were transported from the past to the present. Or how they had spoken the same language as him. He knew enough about the Old World to know that they had another language, a very ancient form of Gnome. The language, though, he could guess was part of the magick.
Because it was magick that brought them to the Four Lands, from the moment he was jolted awake, Walker Boh knew this to be a fact. However, who was the controller of this magick? What were their intentions with these four? The more he thought about it, more questions were produced in his mind.
Tempo kept his pace all through the night, just like a tempo of the song, hence his name. He would be able to keep this pace up until mid morning, but by then, Walker would have no use for the horse. When you traveled to where he was going, you traveled alone.
//I would have saved a whole day at least if I hadn't companied my nephews for that time, // Walker thought, but knowing that he wouldn't have done that even if he needed to know the answers as soon as possible to save lives. He wanted to make sure that his nephews could handle themselves; he would've stayed with them until they reached the Elvin Queen if need be. But they're strong, just like their fathers, and they proved to him early on that they would be just fine, for now.
The dawn broke as the Druid rode his way to the opening of Kennon Pass. He felt Tempo's breaths begin to labor, and him becoming heavier in his steps. He was tiring, though this would be the same as a human barely breaking a sweat. If he chose so, Tempo could run for more hours, possibly to mid- day. On the other hand . . .
Walker ordered Tempo to a stop and got off. With no saddle or any equipment, Tempo was easier to manage. Walker simply got off, thanked him, and told him that he may do what he pleases now. Tempo did the first thing that any horse did; eat. The Druid Walker felt his company and began to walk. He didn't go more than a quarter of a mile until he felt the presence of his other company, the Were Cat. He was a long time friend, who helped him out in many ways on his journey to becoming a Druid. He smiled faintly with the reassurance of his friend close by.
~*~*~*~
It was an uneventful travel for the next week or so. Walker went over the Dragon Teeth Mountains, loosely followed the Rabb River into the Eastland and made it pass Darklin Reach to his destination. Grimpond.
Grimpond; what a perfect name for the place. While there was trees and animals and seemed to be just another ordinary pond, it had a dismal tone to it for those who know about the kind of magick that resides within.
The lonesome druid made his way over to the edge of the pound and summoned his powers, feeling a cold clutch at his chest as if Death's hand were upon him. Of course, it was all part of the magick and Walker soon had something to distract himself from his own feelings.
Allanon's shade had risen out of the green whips of lesser, lost souls. He was just like he was in life, dark and looming, covered with a cloak that was so much of his appearance that it stayed with him through death. He spoke nothing, for a shade had no physical attributes other than imagines of itself.
"Druid Allanon," Walker spoke curtly, opening to show the shade that he was there only for business. Even in the end, when Walker accepted his fate and became a druid, he still found no likable feelings for the one called Allanon. "I have come in need of answers. There are new creatures of evil roaming the Four Lands and four children from the past are traveling with my nephews. Tell me, how can this be possible?"
The wind picked up a little bit, as if the shade was sighing. I an echo of his voice, the Druid Allanon said, :: The children come by a power that is both evil and great. This power knows neither limits nor humanity. Follow its trail and find your answers there. ::
"What?! That makes no sense! Stop speaking to me in riddles, Druid!" Walker shouted, frustrated. "Tell me, what are the Vo'galth!? What is this great power you speak of?! Answer me, Allanon!"
However the shade of Allanon said no more. He faded, the lesser souls dying away back into the pound. Soon Walker was shouting at the thin air, trying to gather up his magick to call back the shade, but his anger blocked him from forming his spell. In a final shout of aggravation, Walker stalked off, mumbling how typical it was of the Druid to never answer his questions.
He stormed away, leaving behind Darklin Reach, and was soon heading towards the Jade Pass. The only thing he could do now was catch up to his nephews and hope that they get attacked again. Yes, it was usually something that he would never wish upon anyone, but this wasn't a usual time. Something was out there that he didn't know what was and needed answers one way or the other. He just hoped that he could figure out a way to protect his family and not ruin his chances at obtaining the answers. That's all that mattered right now, the answers.
~*~*~*~
It was a pale sunrise, with the orange and pink water-coloring the sky. Anyone to wake up at this time would be filled with awe at the beauty of it. Not Walker, though, for he was just coming awake when night shrouded his world once more. He jumped up from the ground near the Rabb River, summoning his will like lighting a torch that flicker to life in seconds.
And that was all the time he had before they showed themselves. Walker had never seen these things before, but knew at once that they were the Vo'galth. He counted ten, then twelve, and soon sixteen creatures had made a loose half-circle around him, trapping him to the bank of the river. They snarled at him in a twisted, playful way. Somehow, they reminded him of the Shadowen that plague this world during Par and Coll's time.
// These are the creatures that killed Par and Coll, // he realized with a sudden grimace.
That was the thought that sent the world into motion. Blue flames, cold and distance but fierce, raced from his fingertips and straight at the closest green, walking stick. Almost immediately, the Vo'galth was dead, screaming in horror at the intensity of the Druid's Fire. Walker merely gave his own twisted smirk, challenging them to make a move.
The Vo'galth broke their somewhat-formation and charged him, all bets off. They clawed at him, roared in rage, and flew above in hopes of snatching him from the ground. Druid Walker, though, was a formable foe and crashed all who got too close. Filled with an unimaginable, uncomprehendable rage, the one-handed man was invincible and insane.
Only a few remained within the twenty minutes they attacked him, wounded in pride, and they flew to the skies with their bat wings, taking their night with them. They headed to the south in a speed that even Tempo would have trouble with. Walker had two slept seconds to make his choice.
He straightened his robes and followed the cloud of night at a run. He didn't think that he would be able to follow them for long, but he wasn't going to let the veil creatures get away from him as long as he had a breath in him. They will pay for their ways, great power or no. Mouth tight in grim determination, Walker ran on.
To the Reviewers:
Danger Kitties,
Um, you got lost? O_o; Okay . . . I didn't think you get lost on the net . . . or were you lost in the story? . . . . Great, now I'm lost! =(
lol. Just kiddin'. Thank you for the review! ^^^
Sora Potter,
Awe, I'm sorry that chapter made you cry. It choked me up, too. Lunablue can be so cruel sometimes, can't she? Then again, if it wasn't for her, this fic would probably suck really horrible and I wouldn't even have chapter five up until another year later. ^_^; Heh . . .
10/?
Disclaimer: We don't own Shannara. Give the respects to Terry Brooks.
Author Notes: I'm sorry this took so long to get up. My life has been really busy with fixing up things around the house so my dad and I, Dragon Starbo, can sell our house. *sighs* And with this whole war on Saddam Hussein, it's just all really screwy right now. Please forgive my delay upon this chapter and I hope that I never end up this late again.
Btw, I just did a whole chapter by myself! Yay for me! Lunablue did one, now I did one! Pretty, huh? ^^^
Lunablue: Yeah, but you still made many, many spelling and grammar mistakes that I had to go through and correct for you because you couldn't see them yourself.
Heh . . . I AM getting better! ^^^; Anyhow, just read the correction-free chapter.
Chapter Ten: Grimpond
Walker Boh rode on Tempo as the horse raced down the trail as fast as he could. They were mere shadows passing in the night, with no one to look upon them or stop them. He couldn't have asked for a clearer night to travel and he couldn't have asked for a more a need for a night like this one than the need that pushed him along.
What are these Vo'galth? That was the question upon his mind that seemed to run around in circles. What are the Vo'galth? Where did they come from? Did someone send them? Or are they a new breed of human?
Sadly, he knew of only person who could tell him which direction to seek his answers in. He knew he would not find any of them in Paranor, the Druid's Keep, for he has read every book in that keep and not one mentioned the Vo'galth. Or how people were transported from the past to the present. Or how they had spoken the same language as him. He knew enough about the Old World to know that they had another language, a very ancient form of Gnome. The language, though, he could guess was part of the magick.
Because it was magick that brought them to the Four Lands, from the moment he was jolted awake, Walker Boh knew this to be a fact. However, who was the controller of this magick? What were their intentions with these four? The more he thought about it, more questions were produced in his mind.
Tempo kept his pace all through the night, just like a tempo of the song, hence his name. He would be able to keep this pace up until mid morning, but by then, Walker would have no use for the horse. When you traveled to where he was going, you traveled alone.
//I would have saved a whole day at least if I hadn't companied my nephews for that time, // Walker thought, but knowing that he wouldn't have done that even if he needed to know the answers as soon as possible to save lives. He wanted to make sure that his nephews could handle themselves; he would've stayed with them until they reached the Elvin Queen if need be. But they're strong, just like their fathers, and they proved to him early on that they would be just fine, for now.
The dawn broke as the Druid rode his way to the opening of Kennon Pass. He felt Tempo's breaths begin to labor, and him becoming heavier in his steps. He was tiring, though this would be the same as a human barely breaking a sweat. If he chose so, Tempo could run for more hours, possibly to mid- day. On the other hand . . .
Walker ordered Tempo to a stop and got off. With no saddle or any equipment, Tempo was easier to manage. Walker simply got off, thanked him, and told him that he may do what he pleases now. Tempo did the first thing that any horse did; eat. The Druid Walker felt his company and began to walk. He didn't go more than a quarter of a mile until he felt the presence of his other company, the Were Cat. He was a long time friend, who helped him out in many ways on his journey to becoming a Druid. He smiled faintly with the reassurance of his friend close by.
~*~*~*~
It was an uneventful travel for the next week or so. Walker went over the Dragon Teeth Mountains, loosely followed the Rabb River into the Eastland and made it pass Darklin Reach to his destination. Grimpond.
Grimpond; what a perfect name for the place. While there was trees and animals and seemed to be just another ordinary pond, it had a dismal tone to it for those who know about the kind of magick that resides within.
The lonesome druid made his way over to the edge of the pound and summoned his powers, feeling a cold clutch at his chest as if Death's hand were upon him. Of course, it was all part of the magick and Walker soon had something to distract himself from his own feelings.
Allanon's shade had risen out of the green whips of lesser, lost souls. He was just like he was in life, dark and looming, covered with a cloak that was so much of his appearance that it stayed with him through death. He spoke nothing, for a shade had no physical attributes other than imagines of itself.
"Druid Allanon," Walker spoke curtly, opening to show the shade that he was there only for business. Even in the end, when Walker accepted his fate and became a druid, he still found no likable feelings for the one called Allanon. "I have come in need of answers. There are new creatures of evil roaming the Four Lands and four children from the past are traveling with my nephews. Tell me, how can this be possible?"
The wind picked up a little bit, as if the shade was sighing. I an echo of his voice, the Druid Allanon said, :: The children come by a power that is both evil and great. This power knows neither limits nor humanity. Follow its trail and find your answers there. ::
"What?! That makes no sense! Stop speaking to me in riddles, Druid!" Walker shouted, frustrated. "Tell me, what are the Vo'galth!? What is this great power you speak of?! Answer me, Allanon!"
However the shade of Allanon said no more. He faded, the lesser souls dying away back into the pound. Soon Walker was shouting at the thin air, trying to gather up his magick to call back the shade, but his anger blocked him from forming his spell. In a final shout of aggravation, Walker stalked off, mumbling how typical it was of the Druid to never answer his questions.
He stormed away, leaving behind Darklin Reach, and was soon heading towards the Jade Pass. The only thing he could do now was catch up to his nephews and hope that they get attacked again. Yes, it was usually something that he would never wish upon anyone, but this wasn't a usual time. Something was out there that he didn't know what was and needed answers one way or the other. He just hoped that he could figure out a way to protect his family and not ruin his chances at obtaining the answers. That's all that mattered right now, the answers.
~*~*~*~
It was a pale sunrise, with the orange and pink water-coloring the sky. Anyone to wake up at this time would be filled with awe at the beauty of it. Not Walker, though, for he was just coming awake when night shrouded his world once more. He jumped up from the ground near the Rabb River, summoning his will like lighting a torch that flicker to life in seconds.
And that was all the time he had before they showed themselves. Walker had never seen these things before, but knew at once that they were the Vo'galth. He counted ten, then twelve, and soon sixteen creatures had made a loose half-circle around him, trapping him to the bank of the river. They snarled at him in a twisted, playful way. Somehow, they reminded him of the Shadowen that plague this world during Par and Coll's time.
// These are the creatures that killed Par and Coll, // he realized with a sudden grimace.
That was the thought that sent the world into motion. Blue flames, cold and distance but fierce, raced from his fingertips and straight at the closest green, walking stick. Almost immediately, the Vo'galth was dead, screaming in horror at the intensity of the Druid's Fire. Walker merely gave his own twisted smirk, challenging them to make a move.
The Vo'galth broke their somewhat-formation and charged him, all bets off. They clawed at him, roared in rage, and flew above in hopes of snatching him from the ground. Druid Walker, though, was a formable foe and crashed all who got too close. Filled with an unimaginable, uncomprehendable rage, the one-handed man was invincible and insane.
Only a few remained within the twenty minutes they attacked him, wounded in pride, and they flew to the skies with their bat wings, taking their night with them. They headed to the south in a speed that even Tempo would have trouble with. Walker had two slept seconds to make his choice.
He straightened his robes and followed the cloud of night at a run. He didn't think that he would be able to follow them for long, but he wasn't going to let the veil creatures get away from him as long as he had a breath in him. They will pay for their ways, great power or no. Mouth tight in grim determination, Walker ran on.
To the Reviewers:
Danger Kitties,
Um, you got lost? O_o; Okay . . . I didn't think you get lost on the net . . . or were you lost in the story? . . . . Great, now I'm lost! =(
lol. Just kiddin'. Thank you for the review! ^^^
Sora Potter,
Awe, I'm sorry that chapter made you cry. It choked me up, too. Lunablue can be so cruel sometimes, can't she? Then again, if it wasn't for her, this fic would probably suck really horrible and I wouldn't even have chapter five up until another year later. ^_^; Heh . . .