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Mirline (standard:fantasy, 1457 words)
Author: See EmmAdded: Sep 30 2002Views/Reads: 2851/1983Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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ancient Tsirechs.  The Tsirechs disappeared from the lands at least 
five thousand years ago by the Gods for reasons unknown.  Mirline knew 
alot of the ancient languages and lores from frequent visits to the 
library.  Droneael was one of them she had learned.  There were 
teachers in the library trying still to deciopher ancient tomes. 

The sun was getting lower.  It had to be at least five o'clock and she
was still a couple of hours from her home Eilercain.  Eilercain was in 
the Moor Forest.  The particular trail she was traveling was called 
Leighmoor and it led right to Eilercain.  Her city was magnificant.  
Its name meant "beautiful, frail, everlasting" in the Faerie language.  
It was once called Greinense in Jon'rey, but that language was lost 
along with the old world.  They had to change the name because Jon'rey 
was forbidden now.  Every Faerie spoke Spickle.  Yes, the name sounds a 
little funny, but if you would ever laugh at a Faerie's language it 
might as well be the last thing you do.  Not trying to scare you or 
anything, but that's just how it goes. 

Faeries were magnificant creatures.  Their towers and cities were
very... unusual.  They loved bright colors, it made them feel happy.  
They loved to play cheery tunes on lutes and litts. A litt is like a 
banjo but it sound like a horn.  Mirline was probably even more 
extraordinary than the city of Eilercain.  Mirline was.... special.  
Even though she was young she had powers greater than most Gods.  
Mirline was named a Shilntar at birth because she had the mark of the 
Soul the greatest immortal of all the Lands.  His name was so simple 
yet so powerful his mark wasn't any less his name.  His mark was a 
ghostly figure with slashings in three places; across the forehead, the 
heart, and the stomach.  Some say he lives and roams the Lands, other 
say he passed with the old world.... 

What may be even more exciting about Mirline was that she was a
princess, and to add to this honor she was a wonderful princess.  She 
could make the saddest person happy, the hugriest dog full, the sickest 
Man(or Faerie) well.  She could do anything and that was a fact.  Any 
Faerie or Man or any being for that matter could tell you that.  She 
was an amazing girl and she grew in power everyday.  Some people feared 
her, they thought that she would become a thing enormously out of 
control.  When she heard things like this she would make a sour face 
like she had been told she could no longer have sweets, but her 
expression passed as quickly as it came and she would keep her temper 
under control.  She knew she would never grow crazy or dangerous but 
sometimes even she wondered.  At times when she was mad at someone or 
something, she would just start uttering wrods in some language that 
she, herself, did not even know of what she was saying.  She got scared 
because sometimes she nonsense language brough harm to whom or whatever 
she was angry with.  It was terrible.  Mirline often wept after she 
noticed what she had done.  It was like a dream or a trance and she had 
almost no control. 

She wasnt thinking of any of this while she was walking home.  She just
wanted to read the letter she found. 

This story will be continued when I am able to think more clearly on the
subject that is presented.


   


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