Title: The White Dragon of light
Date: 7 June, 2005
Written by: ChaosMagicianGirl
Disclaimer: I don't own, so don't sue
A/N: This is a new story that just came to me? I have no clue where I'm going with this one yet…I do have somewhat of a plot figured out, but not much. I'm not giving away any of the plot I do have figured out, however:P You'll just have to wait and see. This is a short first chapter, I know, but it will get better, I promise! I'm not sure; I should have posted the story this early though. But anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Nanashi.
Dust kicked up when the wind blew over the desert path a lone young girl was walking on. Her steps were unsteady, her pace uneven. She had been walking for days, with no destination at all. She just followed where her feet would take her.
Her foot getting stuck behind a sharp rock, she slipped, lost her balance, and fell hard on the ground, getting more bruised then she was already.
Getting up again, with much difficulty, she continued on her way.
Her journey, if it could be called that had taken its toll on her. Her once beautiful gown was tattered beyond recognition, and were mere limps covering up her modesty, or what little there was left of it. She had discarded her sandals long ago; they were nothing but a great inconvenience.
Walking bare foot was much easier, although the hot desert sand was not so kind with the sensitive skin of her feet.
She licked her dry, chapped lips.
How long had she gone on without water? She knew she wouldn't be able to survive another day, if she didn't find a source of water. She had run out of water yesterday, and the scarce food rations she did have were depleted.
Another hour went by, but to her it seemed like eternity.
Footstep after footstep was becoming less graceful, more wobbly and unsteady instead.
Her physical strength was wavering, and she was feeling it.
The strain her body was going through was becoming too much to bear.
Her strength was slipping away, her knees buckling underneath her.
She lost her balance, wasn't able to keep herself up and standing any longer.
And she fell, right into the sand, her hair sprawled out around her, covering up her face.
And so she was left, left to die, to be destroyed by the merciless desert sand, to be swallowed and never resurface again.
Her hand balled into a fist, was gripping something tightly in its grip.
A thick, black leather cord was worn around her neck. Her hand was gripping the trinket attached to it tightly in her grip.
It looked like a simple cartouche (2), but if you looked closer, you could see symbols engraved in it.
In Egyptian Hieroglyphs you could read: Nanashi (1)
A/N:
Nanashi is a Japanese sir name, with certain meaning that is important to this story. Why? That will be revealed later in the story, as well as the meaning of the name.
Cartouche means oval shaped loop encircling a royal name. Our at least based on the information of Janime. I bet most of you know what site I'm talking about!XD
I hope you liked the first chapter, and stay tuned for the next one. You can leave a review if you'd like! It would be most appreciated!
CMG, signing out