Alrighty, then. I will (apparently) continue this story. I warn you,
though, my writing style may have changed. Pairings will stay as is
(Merry/Usa, Lego/Rei).
Enjoy!
Her mother was dead. Dead. Cunehina shook her head lightly as she watched the small box being lowered into the soft soil. This was too much for her to handle, but her numbness was preventing her from turning away. Her love was preventing her from pulling away. It seemed she would never have a family that would live with her and die happily of old age, not of sickness or of war. That would be too much to ask, however, or so Cunehina often cynically thought.
Life was starting to go downhill once more. She needed to go out and become one with nature, a habit she had started in honor of Makoto, the soldier of storms and nature. Cunehina had already gotten the ok from her superior, and all that was left were the goodbyes. Those wouldn't be long, only a quick hug from Arden, and she would be set.
She only hoped that the foul shadow hovering over her king would have been lessened by her return. She had a feeling that, that slimy hound, Wormtogue, was the cause of it.
Clearing her mind of those matters, she threw her satchel over her shoulder, the glimmering hilt of Lune well covered, and strapped Mage around her waist. With nimble fingers, she attached a small quiver to her side and placed her bow around her shoulder. One last look of the house was all she needed, to make the slow walk through the front door where the new owner gave her a pitying look.
She ignored him and made her way to the edge of town, where she could see Arden's black hair standing out from the sea of blondes and reds. Her gaze leveled with his, and she could do no more than place a petite hand on his cheek. Something possessed her to rub his cheek with her thumb, so she did so, and pulled him into a brotherly hug by his neck. A pat on the back wasn't nearly enough to say goodbye with, but she pulled herself out of his strong embrace and made her way down the foot of the hill, and started her trek across the plains.
She would be gone for a long time.
~*~
It was clear that her hope was beginning to diminish from the lackluster of her eyes. Their amethyst depths were beginning to dull, and it was obvious that her only moving force was that which she was starting to loose. The dwarves of the Lonely Mountain- no Usagi. The lake people- no Usagi. She had even hiked through another realm of elves, and still no sign of her princess. She was starting over some plains now, heading to the small speck of black, which signified another forest. This path proved to be the hardest, the only sign of direction being the slowly growing speck ahead of her. Night soon fell, but she did not rest. She walked through most of the night, and finally let rest claim her once day began to break.
Her violet eyes did not open again until noon of the next day, and Narwende became angry with herself. She stretched her limbs, and shook the remaining sleep out of her body and gazed at her surroundings. She was closer to the trees than she had assumed she was the day before, which was a relief to her. With a calm gaze back to where she had come from, she cocked an eyebrow at the sight.
There was a horde of writhing black coming her way, though they would not reach where she was before nightfall. A sudden wind picked up as the horde slithered into a shallow valley, and she could suddenly smell something. Something very foul. A smell of death, and she now knew what it was. Orcs. Orcs and goblins, and a mix of the two. A voice in the back of her mind told her to meet them head on, but Narwende knew her own limits, and a horde of that size was surely breaking it.
She had to flee, and now. She turned back towards the forest and saw another horde coming, this one a mix of brown and maroon. It was moving swifter than those dreaded Orcs and goblins, but it was much further away from her. The spot of land she was standing on, would be the area of land where they would clash, of that she had no doubt.
"I have to make haste for that forest," was the only command in her mind, which her body gladly carried out. She started the short trek for the forest at a run, not even stopping to have breakfast.
Well. I hope this was okay! I know it's short, but I have to get back into the habit of writing again.
-loon
Enjoy!
Her mother was dead. Dead. Cunehina shook her head lightly as she watched the small box being lowered into the soft soil. This was too much for her to handle, but her numbness was preventing her from turning away. Her love was preventing her from pulling away. It seemed she would never have a family that would live with her and die happily of old age, not of sickness or of war. That would be too much to ask, however, or so Cunehina often cynically thought.
Life was starting to go downhill once more. She needed to go out and become one with nature, a habit she had started in honor of Makoto, the soldier of storms and nature. Cunehina had already gotten the ok from her superior, and all that was left were the goodbyes. Those wouldn't be long, only a quick hug from Arden, and she would be set.
She only hoped that the foul shadow hovering over her king would have been lessened by her return. She had a feeling that, that slimy hound, Wormtogue, was the cause of it.
Clearing her mind of those matters, she threw her satchel over her shoulder, the glimmering hilt of Lune well covered, and strapped Mage around her waist. With nimble fingers, she attached a small quiver to her side and placed her bow around her shoulder. One last look of the house was all she needed, to make the slow walk through the front door where the new owner gave her a pitying look.
She ignored him and made her way to the edge of town, where she could see Arden's black hair standing out from the sea of blondes and reds. Her gaze leveled with his, and she could do no more than place a petite hand on his cheek. Something possessed her to rub his cheek with her thumb, so she did so, and pulled him into a brotherly hug by his neck. A pat on the back wasn't nearly enough to say goodbye with, but she pulled herself out of his strong embrace and made her way down the foot of the hill, and started her trek across the plains.
She would be gone for a long time.
~*~
It was clear that her hope was beginning to diminish from the lackluster of her eyes. Their amethyst depths were beginning to dull, and it was obvious that her only moving force was that which she was starting to loose. The dwarves of the Lonely Mountain- no Usagi. The lake people- no Usagi. She had even hiked through another realm of elves, and still no sign of her princess. She was starting over some plains now, heading to the small speck of black, which signified another forest. This path proved to be the hardest, the only sign of direction being the slowly growing speck ahead of her. Night soon fell, but she did not rest. She walked through most of the night, and finally let rest claim her once day began to break.
Her violet eyes did not open again until noon of the next day, and Narwende became angry with herself. She stretched her limbs, and shook the remaining sleep out of her body and gazed at her surroundings. She was closer to the trees than she had assumed she was the day before, which was a relief to her. With a calm gaze back to where she had come from, she cocked an eyebrow at the sight.
There was a horde of writhing black coming her way, though they would not reach where she was before nightfall. A sudden wind picked up as the horde slithered into a shallow valley, and she could suddenly smell something. Something very foul. A smell of death, and she now knew what it was. Orcs. Orcs and goblins, and a mix of the two. A voice in the back of her mind told her to meet them head on, but Narwende knew her own limits, and a horde of that size was surely breaking it.
She had to flee, and now. She turned back towards the forest and saw another horde coming, this one a mix of brown and maroon. It was moving swifter than those dreaded Orcs and goblins, but it was much further away from her. The spot of land she was standing on, would be the area of land where they would clash, of that she had no doubt.
"I have to make haste for that forest," was the only command in her mind, which her body gladly carried out. She started the short trek for the forest at a run, not even stopping to have breakfast.
Well. I hope this was okay! I know it's short, but I have to get back into the habit of writing again.
-loon