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ok short story #1 part 1. just so u know i'm not great at writing
Gair was standing in the center of a green grassy knoll over looking a meadow filled with wild flowers. At the far end of the meadow was a forest filled with oaks and redwoods. Behind Gair was a barren wasteland where the land was tortured and ruined. As Gair looked upon the two sights the sky, blue as forget-me-nots, turned into a torrent of fire and from and out of it burst three dragons.
The first was grey and fierce with scales filed to razor sharp edges, it flew over Gair swooping so low Gair had to duck, to land behind him in the wasteland.
There second dragon was green and graceful with soft beautiful scales and it landed majestically in front of Gair before the forest.
The third dragon was as whites as snow with an underbelly of pure black and this dragon headed art full pelt for Gair and at the last second pulled up and landed beside Gair.
As Gair gazed upon the land an army of men covered in filth and scares emerged from the cracks and pits in the tortured ground behind him. They came to stand in ranks behind gair. Each man carried a wicked curved blade that culd cut down a tree in one stroke.
In front of Gair thousands of wild animals came forward out of the forest. Elk, deer, lions ,tigers, elephants, coyotes, wolves, horses, bears and birds gathered to form a mass of antlers fangs hoofs and claws. Gair realized that he was looking at two armies that had formed. One of mother earth and one for the destruction and death of all things green, living and beautiful.
Suddenly, and without warning the two armies charged each other ferociously. They came running toward each other, they met with a clamor of screams and clashes.
Then it seemed as if Gair’s vision focused on two beings. One was a man with a crossbow loaded with a jagged, rusty bolt. The other was a great stage, it’s muscles rippled under it’s skin as it ran as fast as the wind.
As they ran toward each other gair saw the face of the man was full of hate and anger and confusion but the face of the stage was full of love, serenity, and calm. It seemed as if the stage knew that it was going to die no matter what.
As the battle raged around him Gair saw endless amounts of man and beast die and turn to dust. Now he turned back to the stage and saw the man aim and fire, and when his bolt hit true, piercing the stage to the heart, gair could only watch as the great stage, that had been so full of beauty, fell to the ground and lay dead.
Gair screamed in sorrow to see a thing so full of love die. As he screamed he felt somthing shake him and heard a rough voice saying “ Wake up! Wake upppp! Waaakkkkeee uuuupppp!!!”
Gair sat bolt upright in bed and immediately wished he hadn’t. Sleeping in the loft had it’s advantages but being so close to the roof was not one of them. He hit his head with such force that he fell backwards. “Uggg!” Gair groaned “My head!” He rolled carefully out of bed and crawled to the ladder leading down to the shop he lived in.
“Finally!” Haul said “ I’ve trying to get you out of be for about fifteen minutes!”
Gair was fifteen years old and apprenticed to haul the local blacksmith. Shortly after gair turned 8 he was forced out of his village; he was not to return under pain of death. Gair had not understood why people were so afraid of him so suddenly.
He had asked Haul shortly after Haul had found him sleeping in a tree outside the village of Dale. Dale was roughly ten miles away from where Gair had grown up. Haul had shifted uncomfortably and asked “you don’t know?”
sorry about spelling and stuff
please comment ninja
 alienaspen · Sat Jul 12, 2008 @ 03:03am · 1 Comments |
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