centerChapter One: Fang/Center
From the darkness, someoen was speaking. iWhy is it so dark...?/i Then the voice came into focus:
"...Savvy?"
Fang slowley opened his eyes. iThat explaines the darkness, now who's talking?/i Fang looked around. He was in a damp room, which seemed to be rocking back and forth, almost rhythmically. It was only lit by a fliskering lantern hanging from the ceiling. Then he noticed the others in the room. One was the speaker. He was tall and gaunt, but had an eerie confidance in his dark eyes. His hair was long and black as well as very unkempt. He was addressing a large muscled man, obviously a sailor. He looked much like a stone; his face was impassive and devoid of emotion. He had lighter eyes than the other man, but there was no life in them.
iThe dead eyes of the Necoan people/i Fang thought to himself. Both men were facing each other and were talking. Both seemed unusually tall... That's when Fang noticed he was laying on his back. He expiramented moving while keeping his eyes on the men.
"He's awake," said a soft but forceful voice from the corner.
Fang jumped. The third person had been behind the big man, but had had her eyes on him. iThose eyes.../i The girls eyes stood out instantly. They burned orange with an inner passion that would bring anyone to their knees. iIf only others could see them as I do... As she must see mine.../i
"Aye, that he is!" exclaimed the dark haired man.
Fang had risen to his feet and, unsteady as he was, seemed ready to fight. Then the room pitched forward, sending him flying into the big man who caught and steadied him.
"Woah! Hold him still, Grunt! We wouldn't want this 'wee laddie' going under again would we?" Asked the dark haired man.
Fang realized that this man couldn't be very old; mid-twenties at the most. He also noticed that the lantern was flickering more.
"I wish they could have given us a better light for all the rent we're payin'!" the dark haired man said, getting a small chuckle from the girl, who looked about sixteen-seventeen to Fang.
"Where are we?" Fang asked.
"We, my young friend, are in hell."
From the darkness, someoen was speaking. iWhy is it so dark...?/i Then the voice came into focus:
"...Savvy?"
Fang slowley opened his eyes. iThat explaines the darkness, now who's talking?/i Fang looked around. He was in a damp room, which seemed to be rocking back and forth, almost rhythmically. It was only lit by a fliskering lantern hanging from the ceiling. Then he noticed the others in the room. One was the speaker. He was tall and gaunt, but had an eerie confidance in his dark eyes. His hair was long and black as well as very unkempt. He was addressing a large muscled man, obviously a sailor. He looked much like a stone; his face was impassive and devoid of emotion. He had lighter eyes than the other man, but there was no life in them.
iThe dead eyes of the Necoan people/i Fang thought to himself. Both men were facing each other and were talking. Both seemed unusually tall... That's when Fang noticed he was laying on his back. He expiramented moving while keeping his eyes on the men.
"He's awake," said a soft but forceful voice from the corner.
Fang jumped. The third person had been behind the big man, but had had her eyes on him. iThose eyes.../i The girls eyes stood out instantly. They burned orange with an inner passion that would bring anyone to their knees. iIf only others could see them as I do... As she must see mine.../i
"Aye, that he is!" exclaimed the dark haired man.
Fang had risen to his feet and, unsteady as he was, seemed ready to fight. Then the room pitched forward, sending him flying into the big man who caught and steadied him.
"Woah! Hold him still, Grunt! We wouldn't want this 'wee laddie' going under again would we?" Asked the dark haired man.
Fang realized that this man couldn't be very old; mid-twenties at the most. He also noticed that the lantern was flickering more.
"I wish they could have given us a better light for all the rent we're payin'!" the dark haired man said, getting a small chuckle from the girl, who looked about sixteen-seventeen to Fang.
"Where are we?" Fang asked.
"We, my young friend, are in hell."