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|Mirline (standard:fantasy, 1457 words)|
|Author: See Emm||Added: Sep 30 2002||Views/Reads: 1627/1111||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
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﻿It never rained in this land, yet the land had the richest soil to grow prized crops, and the land never had a drought. You could feel the earth squish under your feet, and there was a never ending supply of water. This land was put under a spell so the water would come up instead of down. No one would grow hungry or thirsty. The water came from an unknown starting point, but eventually flowed into a river which flowed into another which led to the Kingdom Sea. The Kingdom was connected to the Hemayan Sea and the Defected Sea which were part of the North and Western Lands. Its waters were full of great monsters and no one would drink from it due to fear of poison or death. The Hemayan Sea was in the North. It had fresh waters and a surpreme supply of fish. No one feared this water because it wasn't black like the Defected Sea but a deep golden-green. Now the Kingdom Sea is another story. The Kingdom Sea lies along the East Lands. Its waters are neither green, gold or black, but the clearest blue. It gives off a mirror effect so that you can even see to the bottom of its deepest parts. Let's think here.... Ah yes, there is yet one more sea. It is none of any of the colors just mentioned above, or like any of the names stated either. Its name generously compliments its being. It is called the Lickredeous Sea. Lickredeous means " clearly unseen; whispering " in Jon'rey, the lost language of the elves. This sea was its name in every way. It had absolutely no color whatsoever. It was as clear as looking down on the world on a sunny day in the tallest tower of the tallest building, or on the snowiest of all the snowy days the bottom could still be seen. The end of the sea was unknown, it seemed to go on forever. Everything and everyone thought that is did, but it did not. It ended in a world far away from the East Land or the South Land. It ended on the edge of a world which would later be known as Scarcelore. *~* She was walking. She heard some voices that she did not recognize so it frightened her. She hid in some bushed so they wouldn't see her. She couldn't see the peoples faces, for they were hidden in the shadows of their black cloaks. They talked for quite some time before they took off. She didn't come out of her hiding place until she could no longer hear a leaf rustle. She became paranoid but paranoia was forgotten when the found a letter. .... Should I pick it up?.... She thought... Or should I leave it there waiting for its original bearer to come back?... She picked it up of course being the curious young child she was. She opened the letter carefully and immediately closed it. .... Impossible!... She thought.... She looked at the letter again. Her mouth dropped and it was a while before she realized it. Now she was very scared. The language that the letter was written in, was Droneael, the language of the Drones, who were the earliest descendants of the Gnomes!!! So that was who they were, Drones! Drones were thought to be banished by the Gods for their evil ways. She was panicking. What if the Drones were still around? She left that idea in the back of her mind and tried to decipher the letter. The words were mixed around as if someone wrote this in a hurry. She knew some Droneael, but not much. She stared at it hard and her little nose was scrunched from the effort. She could only make out four phrases: ".... they are coming...", "... we must run....", "...we have to cross the sea...", " ... the only way..". The letter was written roughly unlike her own language. She was Faerie. A very small creature of about six inches. Faeries grow to be a foot high at the most, but when they are angry they can become as high as the highest mountain. If they are shy or are feeling scared they can shrink and become as tiny as a small childs finger nail. Faeries all have strange names. Some are not as strange as others. Jippy, Jho, or Firez are much more common than Ghederi or Moliphzyr. Psynolical was a name hardly ever used. Now, this particular young Faerie, she had a name not heard of before in the history of Faerie. Her name was Mirline. Mirline's physical features and attitude were even more beautiful than her name. She was born of AHKlan, her father, and Juill, her mother, in to the Stran Halm family. Faeries were fairly easy learners. They could remember anything ever told to them or memorize anything you put in front of them. They would remember it for the rest of their life. Faeries knew almost every known language or at least had records of them. There were over four thousand languages in the lands. The records were kept in the Tsirechian Library once runned by the Click here to read the rest of this story (56 more lines)
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