Post by Spork on Mar 2, 2005 0:52:28 GMT -5
This is in a fantasy setting, the main character is Mel. She's a tomboy and sort of a rebel. I'll get into that later ^^. I'll post pics that I've drawn of her later... here's the first chapter!
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Mel brushed her auburn bangs out of her eyes with her fingers and stood up straight. Mud all over her knees from kneeling on the ground flaked and crackled from it. Gripping the reigns of her horse, Maple, she hoisted herself onto the cream colored pony's back.
Maple cantered through the dense forest, Mel nocking her bow and aiming between the oaks.
A movement alerted the girl, she sat up, pointing the arrow to where she saw the bird. Just a pawn, She thought, lowering the bow. Nudging Maple forward, Mel peered towards the horizon. The sun would be setting soon, she should be getting back to the village. She adjusted the reigns and set Maple in a northbound direction.
A snap and a crack from behind them made Maple rear on his hind legs, and sent Mel's arrow pointing behind her.
"Why are you here?" Said a voice.
"Hunting," Mel answered, extending her hand in front of her face, a sign of peace.
A figure emerged from the trees, dark curly locks surrouding his calm but stern face. He was young, probably only 2 or 3 years older than Mel.
"I come here every day, I've never seen you before," Mel said as the boy approached her and Maple.
He was a Fawl, a forest protector. The metal badge gleamed on his chest.
"New," He said, simply.
"What's your name?" Mel asked, she had never really seen anyone else in this part of the woods. Most people knew it was a hunting ground and only came when nessecary. Mel came because it was her job, to hunt and provide food for her family.
"Liam,"
Mel looked sternly at the boy.
"Liam, huh?"
"Yes..." He seemed a bit uncomfortable in her icy stare.
"How long have you trained to become a fawl?"
"2 years,"
"I see. Have you any family in the village?"
"No. My parents sent me here because they thought it would be good for me to experience the 'real world'," He said.
Mel sighed.
"You don't seem to fond of doing this."
"Not really," Liam stared back.
"Want a ride back to the village?"
"That'd be great." He said, drawing closer to Maple and Mel.
"Hop on," Mel said, extending her hand to him. He looked nervously at the horse. Mel pulled him in back of her.
"Hold on!" She said, ribbing Maple, who began to canter.
"Where to?" Liam said, there wasn't a saddle, she was riding bareback.
"Anywhere,"
Liam decided the only place would be Mel's waist. He held on, Mel flashed a smile back at him.
"I'm Mel, by the way."
"You come here often?"
"I have to get food for my family. Hunting's been slow, but this is where I primarily hunt."
"Ah,"
Mel steered Maple through the lush forest, birds flying overhead. Liam held on tighter as the horse's canter broke into a gallop.
"I'm going to take a detour, okay?"
"Sure," Liam said. "Why?"
"Because I don't want to go home. It's insane there sometimes,"
"Okay," Liam said. The rode to a stream, gushing perfectly clear water. It burbled and splashed over rocks. Leaves littered the ground; they rattled around as Maple bursted by, gathering speed. The pony lept over the creek, taking Liam by surprise.
"You don't ride much, do you?" Mel asked, amused by his startled expression.
"Not really,"
"Who exactly are you?"
"Liam Aiken of Remington Cliff."
"That far away?" Mel asked, wondering why he was sent so distant from his family.
"Yeah, isn't the nearest town Cloud Brooke?"
"Yup, that's where I live."
"I'm supposed to stay there with some guy, I think his name was Feoras Chly."
"You're not kidding, right? He lives right next to me," Mel said, laughing.
"That's who I was arranged for." Liam said, then looked around. "We're heading west, aren't we supposed to be going north to get back the village?"
"You've got a good sense of direction, but I'm going to Expedition Rock. I love it there, it's not too far from the village."
Maple slowed down a bit and Liam relaxed.
"I'm glad that I'll be living near you," He said. Mel smiled, it's true that he was attractive, but she wasn't quite sure about him yet, that's the reason why she took the altermate route, to get to know him better.
*****
Mel brushed her auburn bangs out of her eyes with her fingers and stood up straight. Mud all over her knees from kneeling on the ground flaked and crackled from it. Gripping the reigns of her horse, Maple, she hoisted herself onto the cream colored pony's back.
Maple cantered through the dense forest, Mel nocking her bow and aiming between the oaks.
A movement alerted the girl, she sat up, pointing the arrow to where she saw the bird. Just a pawn, She thought, lowering the bow. Nudging Maple forward, Mel peered towards the horizon. The sun would be setting soon, she should be getting back to the village. She adjusted the reigns and set Maple in a northbound direction.
A snap and a crack from behind them made Maple rear on his hind legs, and sent Mel's arrow pointing behind her.
"Why are you here?" Said a voice.
"Hunting," Mel answered, extending her hand in front of her face, a sign of peace.
A figure emerged from the trees, dark curly locks surrouding his calm but stern face. He was young, probably only 2 or 3 years older than Mel.
"I come here every day, I've never seen you before," Mel said as the boy approached her and Maple.
He was a Fawl, a forest protector. The metal badge gleamed on his chest.
"New," He said, simply.
"What's your name?" Mel asked, she had never really seen anyone else in this part of the woods. Most people knew it was a hunting ground and only came when nessecary. Mel came because it was her job, to hunt and provide food for her family.
"Liam,"
Mel looked sternly at the boy.
"Liam, huh?"
"Yes..." He seemed a bit uncomfortable in her icy stare.
"How long have you trained to become a fawl?"
"2 years,"
"I see. Have you any family in the village?"
"No. My parents sent me here because they thought it would be good for me to experience the 'real world'," He said.
Mel sighed.
"You don't seem to fond of doing this."
"Not really," Liam stared back.
"Want a ride back to the village?"
"That'd be great." He said, drawing closer to Maple and Mel.
"Hop on," Mel said, extending her hand to him. He looked nervously at the horse. Mel pulled him in back of her.
"Hold on!" She said, ribbing Maple, who began to canter.
"Where to?" Liam said, there wasn't a saddle, she was riding bareback.
"Anywhere,"
Liam decided the only place would be Mel's waist. He held on, Mel flashed a smile back at him.
"I'm Mel, by the way."
"You come here often?"
"I have to get food for my family. Hunting's been slow, but this is where I primarily hunt."
"Ah,"
Mel steered Maple through the lush forest, birds flying overhead. Liam held on tighter as the horse's canter broke into a gallop.
"I'm going to take a detour, okay?"
"Sure," Liam said. "Why?"
"Because I don't want to go home. It's insane there sometimes,"
"Okay," Liam said. The rode to a stream, gushing perfectly clear water. It burbled and splashed over rocks. Leaves littered the ground; they rattled around as Maple bursted by, gathering speed. The pony lept over the creek, taking Liam by surprise.
"You don't ride much, do you?" Mel asked, amused by his startled expression.
"Not really,"
"Who exactly are you?"
"Liam Aiken of Remington Cliff."
"That far away?" Mel asked, wondering why he was sent so distant from his family.
"Yeah, isn't the nearest town Cloud Brooke?"
"Yup, that's where I live."
"I'm supposed to stay there with some guy, I think his name was Feoras Chly."
"You're not kidding, right? He lives right next to me," Mel said, laughing.
"That's who I was arranged for." Liam said, then looked around. "We're heading west, aren't we supposed to be going north to get back the village?"
"You've got a good sense of direction, but I'm going to Expedition Rock. I love it there, it's not too far from the village."
Maple slowed down a bit and Liam relaxed.
"I'm glad that I'll be living near you," He said. Mel smiled, it's true that he was attractive, but she wasn't quite sure about him yet, that's the reason why she took the altermate route, to get to know him better.