|To Attain Peace, One Must Wage War : Introduction (standard:fantasy, 3062 words) [1/3] show all parts|
|Author: kissofthehungry||Updated: Dec 09 2004||Views/Reads: 2528/1664||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Goldabrol is a city ravaged by different groups trying to gain power. A group of youths from different lifestyles form an unlikely allegiance and begin to try to bring peace to a place where hatered rules.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story Sykene (sigh-keene) - the huntress goddess. She is the protector of hunters and also kind of like a good charm to them. Archel (arch-el) - the god of the forest. He is who ensures the survival and thriving of the woods. He helps keep the animals from useless destruction but aids hunters who hunt to survive. Lastrel (lost-rel) - the god of the animals. He's who keeps them from extinction, and he also leads them to or away from danger. Zaluhutts (zal-oo-huts) - the religious group that worships the gods of the heavens. With Mianutt leading them, they strive to take power away from Yarigon. Dariens (dare-ee-ons) - chaos worshippers who wish to destroy all semblence of government. A bloody group who thrive on murder and torture, they have a sacrifice day every full moon. Aryingo is the leader. "Mikonel, come on now, be serious," the brunetter girl grinned, grabbing for her school books. Mikonel, a tall youth with a crooked smile and a lazy eye held them right out of her reach. Ever since her brother, Niatho, had been discovered to have the power, he'd been assigned to make sure that she was safe. It wasn't uncommon for the families of the gifted to be murdered in an attempt to hurt the powerful. "Now, tell me, why should I let you have these back?" he wanted to know, holding the books temptingly out of reach. Ghandra glared at him, chewing her lower lip in concentration, devising a plan. He thought it was so cute how she did that and the way her body tensed before she made her move. Without replying, she lunged for her belongings but he had already prepared for her, and easily avoided her clutches. "Shakon, be cursed, give me back my books. You're going to make me late," all her humor was gone and he knew it was time to give in. With a shrug of his shoulders, he released her books into her awaiting hands. Quickly, she grasped them tightly to her chest as if she feared he might take them again. Of course, she did have good reason, it was the third time that trip he had taken them from her. A haughty smile of triumph flashed across her features, then she darted into the college, avoiding further harrassment. Mikonel watched her go, misgivings growing in his heart. How was he to continue properly doing his job with the feelings that were blossoming within? Ghandra headed for her class, both amused and fuming about Mikonel. He was such a goofball. It was hard to believe such a good friend could come out of something so horrible. Originally, he'd been sent out basically as a body guard when Mianutt had taken control of Niatho. It was a very bad thing that he had gained control of him. Before Niatho had succumbed to his manipulations, he'd only used his gifts for good. Now, he was one of the many cunning and deadly sorcerers that made it dangerous to go out in the streets alone. In fact, she was one of the few students who still went to class. The bloodshed had gotten so bad, most elected to hide out in their homes. At least, that's what she hoped had happened. Out of the nine courses she had signed up for, she now only had three, and each time she went, she wondered if the teacher would show. That was why, despite Mikonel coming because of Niatho, she was thankful he had. It was frightening walking through the terror stricken streets of Goldabrol. One never knew what could be hiding in the shadows, waiting to cause the most suffering possible. However, she was afraid of the shadows for more reasons than just Niatho. As of lately, she'd been having weird dreams just as he had been. In one, she'd been standing on a cliff overlooking a calm, blue sea. Longingly, she had stretched her arms towards the horizon and suddenly, felt electricity crackling in her fingertips. Dark gray storm clouds rolled out of a clear sky and a harsh wind howled fiercly over the water. The waves turned hungry, slamming into the cliff wall. Thunder rolled over the sea and lightening flashed like sporatic dancers in the threatening sky. Ghandra had felt powerful, strong, and intensely dangerous. And she had liked it. Her sleep was haunted by dreams such as that one, and she knew what it meant. They meant she was coming into power, which was unheard of. Usually, only one per generation was gifted but it appeared as if her and Niatho both were. Niatho had the dreams and made the mistake of telling their parents. They, in turn, had told Mianutt. He'd insisted that Niatho come with him for "religious training" and when he was through, Niatho was his for the controlling. She wasn't going to make the same mistake. Hiarushia tried to ignore the screams wrenching from the temple room in the back of the house. Shudders wracked her frame, she knew what was going on. Her father, Aryingo, was a leader of the Dariens. It was a full moon tonight, which meant sacrifices. They usually kidnapped three young women and tortured them all day then killed them at the stroke of midnight. Her father desired to appease the gods of chaos so as to attain power to rule Goldabrol. She prayed daily he never achieved his goal. Yet she was terrified of living there for much longer. She was getting the feeling that her father was being encouraged to use her as a sacrifice. While she didn't know exactly what they did all day to their victims, she had a fairly good idea, and did not want to join them in their horror. Also, she knew for a fact that her father was considering giving her to his right hand man, Shakto. He was a nasty old man, older than her father, and he was one of the main monsters who joined in the sacrifices. She would rather die than become his play thing. Her mother felt the same way and was doing her best to keep him from giving his daughter to the beast. So far, she had succeeded but she didn't have much faith in her abilities to keep Hiarushia safe. Her mother was now trying to figure out a way to get her completely out of the danger zone. Yet it was difficult to do so for she could not go to any of their friends. Her father would find her and then it would be all over cause she tried to escape. It was a very delicate situation and she was terrified. Another heartwrenching scream tore through the house and she gave out a small cry of distress. Blinking back tears of fear, she burrowed her head under her pillows but it did little to silence the shrieks that were the girls' last hours of life. The tears began to slide unbidden and she sobbed helplessly into her pillows. She had to escape, somehow, someway. He stood faithfully against the wall, holding a sacred candle, as the higher priests prepared for the sky ceremony. One day, he aspired to be one, but he was too young and only had limited power to be a high priest yet. Danama had the ability to manipulate liquid but that was it. However, he was recieving training from the sacred tome that gave Mianutt his powers. The high priests of the Zaluhutts took their places in a circle on the floor, bowing their heads low. Now, they would pray for holy purity, so that they may go before the gods of the heavens and present their sacrifices. If they were cleansed, their sacrifices would be accepted and their requests granted. If not, their sacrifices would be destroyed and their requests denied. Of course, no one would know whether or not they were pure enough, for the sacrifices were presented individually in the sky temple at the top of Mt. Arushon. Mianutt sat at the head of the circle, his gray beard touching the ground, his silver eyes closed in concentration. One day, Danama desired to be as he was. A powerful entity, a leader of the Zaluhutts. Through his aid, young men and women came into power, families found salvation, and lost souls were soothed. He was exactly the man Danama wanted to be. The candlelight flickered in the cool chamber, casting shadows over the old men in the inner circle and the young men in the outer. It was a holy sight, and he was honoured to be a part of it. Ayabel grunted as the baby in her womb gave a solid kick to her lower ribs. A smile touched her thin lips as she settled her hands upon her swelling belly. Then sadness touched her eyes and she blinked back tears. Liana rubbed her shoulders understandingly. Ayabel had been forced to take refuge when Mianutt had taken Niatho. There was no way she would allow him to take her child and Mianutt would try. He might believe that the babe of Niatho would be even more powerful than it's father, and if so, he would do everything possible to gain the child. Her only consolation was that Niatho and her had kept their love hidden and she believed he loved her enough not to betray their secret. The baby gave her another kick and she rubbed her moving belly hopefully. She loved the baby moving but sometimes, it made her ache. Only two more months to go and yet it seemed like an eternity until she held her unborn child. The sweet babe, created out of love. If only Mianutt had not got to Niatho, she wanted to share the joy of their baby with him. But at the time, hers and baby's best hope was to stay hidden and as far away from Niatho as possible. It broke her heart, and as she recieved yet another kick, she fought again to keep from crying. It wasn't fair, she should have enjoyed her life with her loved ones, not live in fear of Niatho and his master. Already, she knew what she had to do to ensure the future of her child and it tore her apart inside. "Chothal," Aya asked, her blonde hair falling over her delicate face, "Why do we have to have stupid private tutors? I never get to see anyone my age and they never teach anything interesting." A laugh burst out of him. How he loved his little sister though he did understand her frustrations. "Aya, why do you ask such silly questions? You know there are people out there who would hurt us to hurt father. That's the price of power. Anyway, other kids your age are just a bunch of annoying, sniveling babies. You wouldn't want to hang out with them," she wrinkled her nose in disbelief at him, which only made him laugh again. They were on their lunch break and she had just finished her government lesson. Once more, he could understand why she was bored in that class. Professor Harpei had an incredibly monotone voice and a habit of droning on and on about one particular subject for the entire two hours of his lesson. So that and the fact the subject was already boring combined, made it difficult to stay awake. Suddenly a clatter in the main hall distracted them and a terrified voice cried out, "I support him! I support him, I do! Please, don't kill me!" Aya and Chothal looked at each other with fear and curiousity mixed in their eyes. A raspy voice replied, "Don't lie, you've made your position all too clear. If you're lucky, you'll only die." In response, there were blubbering sobs and please then the heavy thud of a door shutting, silenced the voices. A chill swept through his body, he knew the owner of the crying voice had no chance. His father was cruel and vicious, murdering all who opposed his rule. However, as the raspy voice had pointed out, if he were lucky, he'd only die. His father enjoyed torturing and experimenting upon his victims, not only inflicting suffering but generally, uncovering other opposers. Chothal didn't support his father's methods in the least, but there was nothing he could do about it. His sister and him ate without speaking, unwilling to break the heavy silence over the dining hall, each lost in their own thoughts. Though the pleas for mercy were a regular occurance, the meaning was undiminished. The poor fools faced an unspeakable hell in the bowels of the fortress. With deadly accuracy, her father let loose the arrow into the neck of the beautiful, white deer. Khaeyana and her father were hunting on Mt. Arushon. Of course, such an act was forbidden by the Zaluhutts. However, they did not worhip the gods of the heavens. Their faither was to Sykene, the huntress godess; Archel, the god of the forest; and Lastrel, the god of the animals. "What a beauty," her father whispered and she nodded her head. Quietly, they crept forward, still holding their silence in case any Zaluhutts were in the region. Supposedly, a passive religious group, they were notorious for killing those they found on their sacred mountain. It was the best hunting ground for miles around and so Khaeyana and her father hunted there, despite the risks. Suddenly, she put her hand on her father's arm. Without a word, they dropped into the brush at their feet. Not too far away, the crunch of several sets of feet could be clearly heard. "This is the biggest waste of time," a ranctious voice made several birds take off, cawing in rage, "Nobody is foolish enough to be on this mountain on the day of sacrifices." Khaeyana held her breath as the soldiers crashed noisily through the woods only feet away from where they hid. They were so close she could make out whether or not they shaved that morning. "Keep your voice down Raching, even if anyone is here, you'll alert them to our presence," the older of three soldiers chided then blurted, "Will you look at that!" Her heart dropped into her stomach for she could clearly see her father's arrow still quivering the deer's slender throat. Certainly it was going to get bloody now. "Poor bugger, never even had a chance," Raching groaned sympathetically. Her hand was on the hilt of her blade, ready for action, should it come to that. "Welcome to the way of nature, now come on," with that, they moved on, their voices fading as they got further away. Relieved, they let out their breath, Khaeyana could now see the bird remains that had caught the eye of the soldiers. That had been far too close of a call and she was looking forward to returning back to their home with their catch. Tweet
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