VERY IMPORTANT NOTE.
JUST TRUST ME AND READ THIS.
As you will notice shortly I have indeed changed the names of two of the charactors. (Yes, I finally learned a little about Saxon names.) So Ricyn is now Ryce, and Fian is now Sala (don't worry that is just a nickname.) And I learned that Anna is the name of a Saxon king . . . I know, this is all just mean and evil. It is ok. Just write me a really mean review, and go ahead and vent.
THE NOTE HAS NOW ENDED.
Chapter the 6th: Very Creepy Laughter.
I sat staring into the flames thinking very sage campy thoughts. Or maybe about how good food was. Beside me others were curled up and asleep. Staring into the flames, I wondered how I got into such a strange mess. That without warning my jolly little comfort zone, populated by familiarity, could so very suddenly be . . . just gone. Something like like sleep turns night into day in a moment . . . the grey twighlight gone in a moment without ever being noticed. . . unnoticed . . . yes, that was an apt analogy.
I let out a miserable and dramatic sigh . . . the shadows of the world surrounding us . . . a tiny bubble of hope ready to burst. . . maybe the is was all just a drea- just then I caught sight of Ryce across the fire. He looked somewhat less than impressed. He exhaled slowly and said, "Thu heord ful in leod." [You really are a prince.]
I woke up a with a streak of drool down the side of my face. Sala, the only other one not awake, woke up moments later with a snort. I rubbed my eyes, and proceeded to run through the repetoire of squeaks and whines usually used when one wakes up cold and miserable. But our symphonic chorus of waking up noises was cut short. In the distance I heard the sound of faint laughter. I looked over at the others, and written all over their faces was evidence of their having heard it also. I was probably the most unsettling laughter I have ever heard. It was not insane murderous lunatic laughter, nor was it just a bunch of tourist roasting marshmallows. We stared at each other, all wondering if we had just imagined it. We did not hear the sound again, perhaps because we took care to make lots of noise.
The light had began to show. We all began to walk again. My foot was not getting any better, but none of the others could really help me, so I just hobbled. We walked for hours again. All at once Benidictus fell down. We all ran over to him.
"Aii, min hafela onhwyrfan," [Ahh, my head spins,] he said rubbing his head. Everyone else knew exactly what he was talking about. I had a feeling that just drinking out of puddles was a very bad idea, though I hardly wish to enlighten anyone on the joys of how I was beginning to realize this.
The others sat down beside Benidictus, I sat down on a fallen branch. I leaned back, and looked up at the branches around. When I had first woke up here it had been scary, but once that had worn off there was this small element of fun. Not that being cold and wet had been fun. But you could almost call it an adventure. It was just like it was easy to pray if you are pretty sure it will be answered, no matter what. But now it wasn't an exciting adventure. The realization was falling on us all. The forrest was going to consume us. I was sitting in this forrest waiting to die, and wondering who would die first. Me, or one of my companions. I wondered if I would go to heaven. Somehow or other a sob escaped out of me. There were a lot of things I hadn't really thought about before . . . it had seemed like there wasn't any hurry.
We tried to walk so more. It was getting warmer, so the next few hour made everyone not only wet, by also very muddy. Nobody said anything, and the forrest was equally quiet.
We knew that the night was coming so once again we tried to start a fire, but try as we did, we could not get it started. And tears only made the kindling wetter. We sat together watching the darkness come, again.
Huddled around in the dark, a cold breeze blew on our frozen faces and hands. None of us slept. None of us talked. That was when I saw it. Lights in the forrest. A search party!
"Look, look," I yelled.
"Hey, hey, we're here." I yelled running and limping towards the light. And all at once it was gone. I tripped on a root and fell flat down on the wet semi-frozen ground. The others came running behind and one of them tripped over me. The other found there way over following the sound of Ryce's voice. I think he was calling after the lights. That was when we all heard it. Singing. Not normal humans singing and whistling, but like bells which formed into words I couldn't understand. Not that that was so unusual. I couldn't understand my friend here either. I could feel the other freeze. I did too. It sounded errie, but happy, like it mocked us. Then I saw the lights again. They danced in the forrest. I sprang up after them.
"Alvur!
"Anna, na!" I ran towards the light. One of them grabbed me and pulled me down like a rugby player. I wiggled half away.
"Anna don ne folgian se leoht. Alvur! Eow cwellan thu! Don thu na forstandan ! . . . lician forstandan . . ." [Anna don't follow the light. Elves! They will kill you! Don't you understand! . . . please understand . . .] We were both crying now. "Don ne folfian se leohtur Anna, lician." [Don't follow the light, Anna, please.] I stopped. He was way stronger than me. Just then one of the others let out a somewhat banshee-like yell.
"Ic gebindan, Ryce, Ryce." [I'm stuck, Ryce, Ryce.] Ryce grabbed the back of my coat and took off towards where Lowan was yelling.
"Ic is gebindan, and ic cunn ne begietan ge¾metigan," [It is all sticky, and I can't get myself free, "] he begged. The others ran into us behind. I tried helping, but none of us could see. I touched something very sticky Then moon can through the trees. A shiver went down my spin. There were huge falling down cobwebs. They had leaves stuck all over them, but where Lowan had run into them had been more sheltered, and so it had still been sticky. Ryce let out a cry, and ripped his little brother backward. I heard his clothes tearing, but Ryce got him free. We all took off into the wood. We were all crashing into things a lot, but we were still running pretty fast, just trying to get away from the cobwebs. Not that small harmless spiders are scary, it was just plain that those weren't spun by a small harmless spider. I strange thought passed into my head that all those books were wrong, and bugs really did come in man eating size. That was when the lights appeared again. It might be the Murderous Lunatics, but I ran headlong to the light.
THE NOTES
Lord of the Rings elves are GOOD, but in common norse mythology (which I assume, perhaps wrongly, that her companions would have had, though not exactly, but similar mythology) elves are NOT GOOD. Actually their sneaky little things that like to enchant people, and make them dance to their death . . . or seduce them, kill them, lure them too their doom and death. Baaaad. So her friend are perhaps a bit uneasy about trouping off to the elves.
Chapter the 6th: Very Creepy Laughter.
I sat staring into the flames thinking very sage campy thoughts. Or maybe about how good food was. Beside me others were curled up and asleep. Staring into the flames, I wondered how I got into such a strange mess. That without warning my jolly little comfort zone, populated by familiarity, could so very suddenly be . . . just gone. Something like like sleep turns night into day in a moment . . . the grey twighlight gone in a moment without ever being noticed. . . unnoticed . . . yes, that was an apt analogy.
I let out a miserable and dramatic sigh . . . the shadows of the world surrounding us . . . a tiny bubble of hope ready to burst. . . maybe the is was all just a drea- just then I caught sight of Ryce across the fire. He looked somewhat less than impressed. He exhaled slowly and said, "Thu heord ful in leod." [You really are a prince.]
I woke up a with a streak of drool down the side of my face. Sala, the only other one not awake, woke up moments later with a snort. I rubbed my eyes, and proceeded to run through the repetoire of squeaks and whines usually used when one wakes up cold and miserable. But our symphonic chorus of waking up noises was cut short. In the distance I heard the sound of faint laughter. I looked over at the others, and written all over their faces was evidence of their having heard it also. I was probably the most unsettling laughter I have ever heard. It was not insane murderous lunatic laughter, nor was it just a bunch of tourist roasting marshmallows. We stared at each other, all wondering if we had just imagined it. We did not hear the sound again, perhaps because we took care to make lots of noise.
The light had began to show. We all began to walk again. My foot was not getting any better, but none of the others could really help me, so I just hobbled. We walked for hours again. All at once Benidictus fell down. We all ran over to him.
"Aii, min hafela onhwyrfan," [Ahh, my head spins,] he said rubbing his head. Everyone else knew exactly what he was talking about. I had a feeling that just drinking out of puddles was a very bad idea, though I hardly wish to enlighten anyone on the joys of how I was beginning to realize this.
The others sat down beside Benidictus, I sat down on a fallen branch. I leaned back, and looked up at the branches around. When I had first woke up here it had been scary, but once that had worn off there was this small element of fun. Not that being cold and wet had been fun. But you could almost call it an adventure. It was just like it was easy to pray if you are pretty sure it will be answered, no matter what. But now it wasn't an exciting adventure. The realization was falling on us all. The forrest was going to consume us. I was sitting in this forrest waiting to die, and wondering who would die first. Me, or one of my companions. I wondered if I would go to heaven. Somehow or other a sob escaped out of me. There were a lot of things I hadn't really thought about before . . . it had seemed like there wasn't any hurry.
We tried to walk so more. It was getting warmer, so the next few hour made everyone not only wet, by also very muddy. Nobody said anything, and the forrest was equally quiet.
We knew that the night was coming so once again we tried to start a fire, but try as we did, we could not get it started. And tears only made the kindling wetter. We sat together watching the darkness come, again.
Huddled around in the dark, a cold breeze blew on our frozen faces and hands. None of us slept. None of us talked. That was when I saw it. Lights in the forrest. A search party!
"Look, look," I yelled.
"Hey, hey, we're here." I yelled running and limping towards the light. And all at once it was gone. I tripped on a root and fell flat down on the wet semi-frozen ground. The others came running behind and one of them tripped over me. The other found there way over following the sound of Ryce's voice. I think he was calling after the lights. That was when we all heard it. Singing. Not normal humans singing and whistling, but like bells which formed into words I couldn't understand. Not that that was so unusual. I couldn't understand my friend here either. I could feel the other freeze. I did too. It sounded errie, but happy, like it mocked us. Then I saw the lights again. They danced in the forrest. I sprang up after them.
"Alvur!
"Anna, na!" I ran towards the light. One of them grabbed me and pulled me down like a rugby player. I wiggled half away.
"Anna don ne folgian se leoht. Alvur! Eow cwellan thu! Don thu na forstandan ! . . . lician forstandan . . ." [Anna don't follow the light. Elves! They will kill you! Don't you understand! . . . please understand . . .] We were both crying now. "Don ne folfian se leohtur Anna, lician." [Don't follow the light, Anna, please.] I stopped. He was way stronger than me. Just then one of the others let out a somewhat banshee-like yell.
"Ic gebindan, Ryce, Ryce." [I'm stuck, Ryce, Ryce.] Ryce grabbed the back of my coat and took off towards where Lowan was yelling.
"Ic is gebindan, and ic cunn ne begietan ge¾metigan," [It is all sticky, and I can't get myself free, "] he begged. The others ran into us behind. I tried helping, but none of us could see. I touched something very sticky Then moon can through the trees. A shiver went down my spin. There were huge falling down cobwebs. They had leaves stuck all over them, but where Lowan had run into them had been more sheltered, and so it had still been sticky. Ryce let out a cry, and ripped his little brother backward. I heard his clothes tearing, but Ryce got him free. We all took off into the wood. We were all crashing into things a lot, but we were still running pretty fast, just trying to get away from the cobwebs. Not that small harmless spiders are scary, it was just plain that those weren't spun by a small harmless spider. I strange thought passed into my head that all those books were wrong, and bugs really did come in man eating size. That was when the lights appeared again. It might be the Murderous Lunatics, but I ran headlong to the light.
THE NOTES
Lord of the Rings elves are GOOD, but in common norse mythology (which I assume, perhaps wrongly, that her companions would have had, though not exactly, but similar mythology) elves are NOT GOOD. Actually their sneaky little things that like to enchant people, and make them dance to their death . . . or seduce them, kill them, lure them too their doom and death. Baaaad. So her friend are perhaps a bit uneasy about trouping off to the elves.
