A new time has dawned in the world of men. No longer are Elves the only mind talkers, healers, or those with supernatural powers. Man now holds a power of it's on. The gods have seen fit to entrust four females of the race of man with the power of a lost ancient art. One shall hold power over the waters, one the sky, one flame, and one shall bear the ability to manipulate the very earth.
A great darkness is rising. A shadow moves across all lands placing fear and dread in all hearts. A nameless fear is engulfing Middle Earth. It takes no form and has no name but is known to all. The very hope has left the hearts of the people. Those who know what will come do not speak for fear that saying it aloud will grant it more power. The very sky seems darker and heavier and seems to be holding it's breath, waiting..........
Miral stood beside her mother as they waved to a retreating figure cloaked in black.
"Well love. That was the last guest for a while I'd say. You better enjoy your peace and quiet," her mother, Gwendreal, said before turning to enter their home, their life line, the inn. Silently tears rolled down Miral's face as she placed a hand on her slightly swollen abdomen. She hated the quiet. She was tired of being alone and feeling forgotten by life. She was too young to be a widow and an expecting one at that! She wanted excitement, adventure and here she was helping her mother run an inn. It was enough to make her scream.
Derial stood beside a gurgling brook watching her younger siblings splash around. She leaned back against the trunk of a birch tree and closed her eyes for just a moment and then she heard a scream.
"He not breathin'!" At the words of her youngest sister, Trist, Darla's eyes flew open and she was on her feet. She raced down into the stream and pulled her youngest sibling, Derk, from the frigid water. Quick as lightening she was on her way back to her home wishing all the time that she had gotten away long ago.
Sarla stood beside her brother as he was granted the position of officer just weeks before he was killed. Now she stood beside his grave as shovel after shovel full of hard, cold, unfeeling earth was thrown upon his lifeless form. When it was over she turned from the grave side and made her way to her home. Grenly, her aunt, tried to get her to stop but Sarla refused to heed her words. She would find the band of thieves who had taken her best friend from her and they would pay. Slowly and resolutely she dressed in leggings and a tunic and threw a pack onto her shoulder. She would never return again.
Kristla stood beside a row of beans in her garden and gazed at the distant mountains. In her heart she felt them call her and in her heart she replied. Her very soul told her she would go there one day. Part of her wished to never leave the safe haven of home and another part was bursting with a dream that refused to be ignored. Maybe one day she would go there but today was not that day and tomorrow didn't look good either. Today there were weeds to be pulled and fruits of hard labor to be harvested. No, today was not the day but one day would be.
~ Hi! I am the slightly deranged authoress! You must excuse any erratic behavior on my part. SEVEN!!!!!!! See what I mean? Okay, serious face. ( : - [ ) I own nothing that belongs to Tolken. Gosh darn it! I do however lay claim to my original characters and beings and religions and languages and names and thoughts and ideas and story lines and hopes and dreams and wishes. Boy was that a key full! (Hee, Hee!) Okay I hope you enjoy so do please review and tell me what you think. I know it's not the best in the world and I know I will make mistakes. If you happen to find one please let me know nicely. I might cry otherwise! (Sniffle, Sniffle!) Thanks bunches! Don't forget to review! PLEASE!? ~
A great darkness is rising. A shadow moves across all lands placing fear and dread in all hearts. A nameless fear is engulfing Middle Earth. It takes no form and has no name but is known to all. The very hope has left the hearts of the people. Those who know what will come do not speak for fear that saying it aloud will grant it more power. The very sky seems darker and heavier and seems to be holding it's breath, waiting..........
Miral stood beside her mother as they waved to a retreating figure cloaked in black.
"Well love. That was the last guest for a while I'd say. You better enjoy your peace and quiet," her mother, Gwendreal, said before turning to enter their home, their life line, the inn. Silently tears rolled down Miral's face as she placed a hand on her slightly swollen abdomen. She hated the quiet. She was tired of being alone and feeling forgotten by life. She was too young to be a widow and an expecting one at that! She wanted excitement, adventure and here she was helping her mother run an inn. It was enough to make her scream.
Derial stood beside a gurgling brook watching her younger siblings splash around. She leaned back against the trunk of a birch tree and closed her eyes for just a moment and then she heard a scream.
"He not breathin'!" At the words of her youngest sister, Trist, Darla's eyes flew open and she was on her feet. She raced down into the stream and pulled her youngest sibling, Derk, from the frigid water. Quick as lightening she was on her way back to her home wishing all the time that she had gotten away long ago.
Sarla stood beside her brother as he was granted the position of officer just weeks before he was killed. Now she stood beside his grave as shovel after shovel full of hard, cold, unfeeling earth was thrown upon his lifeless form. When it was over she turned from the grave side and made her way to her home. Grenly, her aunt, tried to get her to stop but Sarla refused to heed her words. She would find the band of thieves who had taken her best friend from her and they would pay. Slowly and resolutely she dressed in leggings and a tunic and threw a pack onto her shoulder. She would never return again.
Kristla stood beside a row of beans in her garden and gazed at the distant mountains. In her heart she felt them call her and in her heart she replied. Her very soul told her she would go there one day. Part of her wished to never leave the safe haven of home and another part was bursting with a dream that refused to be ignored. Maybe one day she would go there but today was not that day and tomorrow didn't look good either. Today there were weeds to be pulled and fruits of hard labor to be harvested. No, today was not the day but one day would be.
~ Hi! I am the slightly deranged authoress! You must excuse any erratic behavior on my part. SEVEN!!!!!!! See what I mean? Okay, serious face. ( : - [ ) I own nothing that belongs to Tolken. Gosh darn it! I do however lay claim to my original characters and beings and religions and languages and names and thoughts and ideas and story lines and hopes and dreams and wishes. Boy was that a key full! (Hee, Hee!) Okay I hope you enjoy so do please review and tell me what you think. I know it's not the best in the world and I know I will make mistakes. If you happen to find one please let me know nicely. I might cry otherwise! (Sniffle, Sniffle!) Thanks bunches! Don't forget to review! PLEASE!? ~