Hello me again, and this is the second chapter to The Dark Rider. * and the
crowd goes wild * This chapter was hard to write, and I don't know why. I
guess it was the whole transient from earth to middle earth (which I didn't
even really do in this chapter). Anyway, I hope you like it.
Radiion-hobbitwarrior- I'm glad you like the story, I really didn't think about relating the memory swap-thing to MIB, but now I do. Thanks for your review.
The rider felt the horse paw the air in desperation, but it was to late they were already falling. The horse's back was already behind his holks. There was no helping them, they just had to fall. Even though their fate was inevitable, it didn't stop the pair from fighting against it with all they had. The rider stood up in her stirrups trying to balance the horse out so he could regain his footing. She had formally regained her barring, was in a coherent state of mind and was now trying everything in her power to stop the backward movement of her horse. So engrossed was she in this futile task that she didn't realize the white light or the change in environment. For the fact still stood, HER horse was falling backwards, taking HER with him. 'this is not working. Not that I thought it would but.' The feeling of wet ground against her back cut off her thoughts. The wet feeling intensified as the horse fell further, then she didn't feel wet anymore. It was just pain, pain and lots of it. She had never been pinned beneath a horse before, because of this she didn't know how to react. 'Should I grab main and wait for the horse to sand or lay on the ground?' She chose the later, As the horse turned to its side, she felt her right leg snap, but the pain was dulled. She was focused on the task of remaining on the horse.
As the horse regained his footing the rider slumped froward onto the horse neck. Her whole body was numb, so she just sat there. Focusing on breathing, the emergency workers should be here soon. 'All I have to do is sit and wait, and breath and..' with that thought she lost conciseness and fell off the horse.
Having been recently emotionally and physically tried the young rider, strayed from the confines of conciseness for several hours. While she was meandering the endless void to which one travels when they mentally shut down, she was revived. Spiritually, she felt renewed, she could take on the world. In her minds eye it was as if she had traveled to a welcoming house. The house was not hers, but it had they likeness of ones home. There she had meet beings which spoke in singsong language that fell on deaf ears. Never before had she heard the likeness of this language that the being spoke in. Surprisingly enough, she found herself understand it. Not as one would words, but as one would pictures of what the speaker was trying to express. After she had this epiphany, she was able to speak back, though her thoughts were much more turbulent. As time went on she was able to file her thoughts in such a way that the 'viewers' would be able to comprehend. From these beings he found out much, of who she was, why she was here, and where here was, but upon returning to conciseness she had lost all remberence of the reasons, save a strange ebbing noting in that back of her head. The beings led her too a room in the house were medical supplies were located and took care of her injures, of which she was not aware of until then. As they were cleansing her wounds she felt no pain, but she didn't feel numb either. It was more of a neutral feeling, one of contentment. She watched silently as the beings set her leg, so that the bones would heal properly.
From the 'healing rooms' she was promptly carried (her leg is set people, this may be 'dream land' but there are still human limitations.) to a rehabilitation room where she was brought food and drink, then told to rest. A matter of months passed in this fashion, and her wounds were almost healed.
It was night and she once again went to sleep, only this time she was to awake once again concise.
Radiion-hobbitwarrior- I'm glad you like the story, I really didn't think about relating the memory swap-thing to MIB, but now I do. Thanks for your review.
The rider felt the horse paw the air in desperation, but it was to late they were already falling. The horse's back was already behind his holks. There was no helping them, they just had to fall. Even though their fate was inevitable, it didn't stop the pair from fighting against it with all they had. The rider stood up in her stirrups trying to balance the horse out so he could regain his footing. She had formally regained her barring, was in a coherent state of mind and was now trying everything in her power to stop the backward movement of her horse. So engrossed was she in this futile task that she didn't realize the white light or the change in environment. For the fact still stood, HER horse was falling backwards, taking HER with him. 'this is not working. Not that I thought it would but.' The feeling of wet ground against her back cut off her thoughts. The wet feeling intensified as the horse fell further, then she didn't feel wet anymore. It was just pain, pain and lots of it. She had never been pinned beneath a horse before, because of this she didn't know how to react. 'Should I grab main and wait for the horse to sand or lay on the ground?' She chose the later, As the horse turned to its side, she felt her right leg snap, but the pain was dulled. She was focused on the task of remaining on the horse.
As the horse regained his footing the rider slumped froward onto the horse neck. Her whole body was numb, so she just sat there. Focusing on breathing, the emergency workers should be here soon. 'All I have to do is sit and wait, and breath and..' with that thought she lost conciseness and fell off the horse.
Having been recently emotionally and physically tried the young rider, strayed from the confines of conciseness for several hours. While she was meandering the endless void to which one travels when they mentally shut down, she was revived. Spiritually, she felt renewed, she could take on the world. In her minds eye it was as if she had traveled to a welcoming house. The house was not hers, but it had they likeness of ones home. There she had meet beings which spoke in singsong language that fell on deaf ears. Never before had she heard the likeness of this language that the being spoke in. Surprisingly enough, she found herself understand it. Not as one would words, but as one would pictures of what the speaker was trying to express. After she had this epiphany, she was able to speak back, though her thoughts were much more turbulent. As time went on she was able to file her thoughts in such a way that the 'viewers' would be able to comprehend. From these beings he found out much, of who she was, why she was here, and where here was, but upon returning to conciseness she had lost all remberence of the reasons, save a strange ebbing noting in that back of her head. The beings led her too a room in the house were medical supplies were located and took care of her injures, of which she was not aware of until then. As they were cleansing her wounds she felt no pain, but she didn't feel numb either. It was more of a neutral feeling, one of contentment. She watched silently as the beings set her leg, so that the bones would heal properly.
From the 'healing rooms' she was promptly carried (her leg is set people, this may be 'dream land' but there are still human limitations.) to a rehabilitation room where she was brought food and drink, then told to rest. A matter of months passed in this fashion, and her wounds were almost healed.
It was night and she once again went to sleep, only this time she was to awake once again concise.