Moga: Second chapter! Yay! Raven's actually IN this chapter! And I do
have a good reason why Raven is so out of character. It's 'cause of.
stuff. that happens later in the story.
I apologize for anyone who doesn't like description much. I needed to describe all this for later. I'm also sorry for the short chapters. I'm not very good with writing long chapters. But, I will update as frequently as school allows, darn homework.
And to my reviewers: Blaze Cat: Thank you! Raven Demon: Glad you like it! And I am updating.
And I decided to put a quote in, maybe for every chapter. I'm trying to get ones related to something in the chapter. At the end of the chapter, I'll say what I'm referring to. Why? I don't know. Ask my Muse.
Quote: The trouble with doing something right the first time is that no one appreciates how difficult it was.
Raven frowned as the smoke and dust cleared. It took a lot of her energy to teleport from planet to planet. She hadn't exactly gotten very far from Azarath. And it looked like she had teleported back to Azarath by accident. Only this place was much greener.
Raven herself looks a lot different than she will when she is older. Her skin is a pale, blue color. Her eyes are yellow, with a cat-like pupil. When she opens her mouth, sharp fangs can be seen. On her back, are dragon-like wings, folded at the moment. Her feet and hands are both clawed, and she has a tail (like Kurt's from X-men). The only real way to recognize her is by the diamond-shaped red-purple gem embedded in her forehead and her clothing (although there are holes cut for her wings and tail). Towering trees formed canopies several feet above her head, letting only some sunlight filter through to the grass that grew uncut on the ground. Lazy, drooping flowers swayed in a gentle breath that made the grass ripple slightly. Somewhere nearby, water mumbled soothingly as it wound through the earth, creating exposed spans of dirt and pebbles.
Raven looked around at all the vegetation. This certainly wasn't Azarath. But she knew some of these trees and flowers. Grass, though, was grass, to her anyway. You've seen some grass you've seen it all. It didn't sound like Azarath, either. Or at least it had. Now, she didn't hear anything, except the whispering water. And even that sounded hushed, now murmuring quickly, but in a hushed way.
Than Raven heard it. The drumming noise of rain, the crashing of thunder. It was surprisingly close. How could she not have heard it? The rain poured down in sheets all around her, the leaves of the trees drooping, unable to support the weight if the water. Thunder crashed all around her, closing following the lightning that lit up the dark gray sky.
Raven ran through the trees and bushes, getting scratched by sharp branches and tripping over knobbing tree roots the poked out of the earth. She kept running until she reached a clearing. Cutting across the clearing, a creek lazing curved. Rainwater ran down the steep banks into the already swollen river.
Now drenched and beginning to panic, Raven ran into the first shelter she could find, a giant burrow leading into the ground. Rainwater had seeped down the passage, turning it into an oversized mudslide. Raven slipped down most of the passage, until it began to rise again. Her boots made squelching sounds as their mudding bottoms sank into the soft dirt and were than pulled out.
After walking for what seemed like an eternity in the dark, the passage opened up into a chamber where a small fire burned in the center if the room. Raven saw a flash of gold in the light as something moved into the shadows.
Without thinking, Raven ran after it into the shadows. Whatever it was, had fled into a smaller passage. It was still big enough for Raven to get into it, though. She followed the golden gleam through a maze of twisting passages. Finally, the passages stopped at a chamber, dimly lit with a single torch. The chamber was a small one, made simply of dirt with a few small stones sticking out. The floor of the chamber was littered with small boulders, their size hidden with what must have been at least five inches of dried grass that covered every inch of unoccupied floor.
"Please leave me alone. I's no wish to fight! I's will give you somethin' if you leave." a small voice called out of the shadows. All Raven could see of the creature was the golden gleam she had been following and two small, reflective gray eyes, no more than a foot and a half above the floor.
Moga: Oh. a cliffhanger. Don't you all hate me now? Again, there's a good reason why Raven is so horribly out of character. You'll all get to find out later.
Quote Reference: When Raven thinks she wound up back an Azarath.
I apologize for anyone who doesn't like description much. I needed to describe all this for later. I'm also sorry for the short chapters. I'm not very good with writing long chapters. But, I will update as frequently as school allows, darn homework.
And to my reviewers: Blaze Cat: Thank you! Raven Demon: Glad you like it! And I am updating.
And I decided to put a quote in, maybe for every chapter. I'm trying to get ones related to something in the chapter. At the end of the chapter, I'll say what I'm referring to. Why? I don't know. Ask my Muse.
Quote: The trouble with doing something right the first time is that no one appreciates how difficult it was.
Raven frowned as the smoke and dust cleared. It took a lot of her energy to teleport from planet to planet. She hadn't exactly gotten very far from Azarath. And it looked like she had teleported back to Azarath by accident. Only this place was much greener.
Raven herself looks a lot different than she will when she is older. Her skin is a pale, blue color. Her eyes are yellow, with a cat-like pupil. When she opens her mouth, sharp fangs can be seen. On her back, are dragon-like wings, folded at the moment. Her feet and hands are both clawed, and she has a tail (like Kurt's from X-men). The only real way to recognize her is by the diamond-shaped red-purple gem embedded in her forehead and her clothing (although there are holes cut for her wings and tail). Towering trees formed canopies several feet above her head, letting only some sunlight filter through to the grass that grew uncut on the ground. Lazy, drooping flowers swayed in a gentle breath that made the grass ripple slightly. Somewhere nearby, water mumbled soothingly as it wound through the earth, creating exposed spans of dirt and pebbles.
Raven looked around at all the vegetation. This certainly wasn't Azarath. But she knew some of these trees and flowers. Grass, though, was grass, to her anyway. You've seen some grass you've seen it all. It didn't sound like Azarath, either. Or at least it had. Now, she didn't hear anything, except the whispering water. And even that sounded hushed, now murmuring quickly, but in a hushed way.
Than Raven heard it. The drumming noise of rain, the crashing of thunder. It was surprisingly close. How could she not have heard it? The rain poured down in sheets all around her, the leaves of the trees drooping, unable to support the weight if the water. Thunder crashed all around her, closing following the lightning that lit up the dark gray sky.
Raven ran through the trees and bushes, getting scratched by sharp branches and tripping over knobbing tree roots the poked out of the earth. She kept running until she reached a clearing. Cutting across the clearing, a creek lazing curved. Rainwater ran down the steep banks into the already swollen river.
Now drenched and beginning to panic, Raven ran into the first shelter she could find, a giant burrow leading into the ground. Rainwater had seeped down the passage, turning it into an oversized mudslide. Raven slipped down most of the passage, until it began to rise again. Her boots made squelching sounds as their mudding bottoms sank into the soft dirt and were than pulled out.
After walking for what seemed like an eternity in the dark, the passage opened up into a chamber where a small fire burned in the center if the room. Raven saw a flash of gold in the light as something moved into the shadows.
Without thinking, Raven ran after it into the shadows. Whatever it was, had fled into a smaller passage. It was still big enough for Raven to get into it, though. She followed the golden gleam through a maze of twisting passages. Finally, the passages stopped at a chamber, dimly lit with a single torch. The chamber was a small one, made simply of dirt with a few small stones sticking out. The floor of the chamber was littered with small boulders, their size hidden with what must have been at least five inches of dried grass that covered every inch of unoccupied floor.
"Please leave me alone. I's no wish to fight! I's will give you somethin' if you leave." a small voice called out of the shadows. All Raven could see of the creature was the golden gleam she had been following and two small, reflective gray eyes, no more than a foot and a half above the floor.
Moga: Oh. a cliffhanger. Don't you all hate me now? Again, there's a good reason why Raven is so horribly out of character. You'll all get to find out later.
Quote Reference: When Raven thinks she wound up back an Azarath.