Yep....You gotta look....

[Lady Elessar]

im not albino....that was a joke my peebs

[Tinker]

How many chapters have you written, and how long do you think you'll make it?

[Nailo]

Actually written is about four chapters, but I'm very slow at typing them, and they are all random parts.


Would you believe that I actually dont know how long it will turn out? I dont even know the ending yet................


hehehehehe

[Nailo]

Alright, you all tricked me into it, so here is a little more...


Jason walked a short distance ahead, scouting he said, Scouting for what? Naïlo thought. They had left the road days ago, crossing through fields and thickets, and now this forest. The trees, mostly deciduous, created a thick leafy ceiling that blocked the sun creating a dim hauntingly green light in the early evening. She hiked her skirts higher, panting at the pace her lost brother had set. It seemed to her that the later it got, the faster he moved, racing to some unseen goal.

“Jace? Jace,” she shouted. When he stopped she continued, “Jace, shouldn’t we make camp soon? I mean, we’re losing the light, and we’ll need what light we have just to find firewood.” He turned to her, not looking the least bit tired or even a bead of sweat on his forehead from the exertion, he looked her up and down, taking in her skirts and sweat soaked bodice, glistening face and disarrayed hair. He nodded, “Alright, we’ll stop for a rest before we cross. Until then I need you to keep going, I would like to reach the Talu pass before night fall, now let’s go.” Jason turned and continued on, forcing her to continue on.

Reach Talu before nightfall? We’re in the middle of nowhere, I bet there isn’t a village, let alone a city, within leagues of here, she thought. She couldn’t say anything though, as every breath went to keeping up with Jason. They walked for what seemed like hours, the scenery never changed, the light growing dimmer, it became hard to see Naïlo stumbled on occasion barely catching herself on a low limb, before Jason suddenly stopped. “We will rest here until you have caught your breath and eat something, we still have a ways to go,” he said as he began casting about for firewood. Naïlo collapsed as much as sat and watched Jason make the fire to boil water for tea. When Naïlo had finally gotten enough air, Jason handed her a tin cup full of hot spiced tea.

“Why did we stop here? I thought you said that you wanted to reach Talu’s pass before nightfall,” Naïlo said sipping at her tea. Jason smiled into his own cup, his eyes glittering in the fire light, “We are at the Talu pass, it’s only 2 miles after we pass through those two trees there. We won’t make it before night fall I fear, so we will camp on the other side of the pass.” Naïlo looked at the trees he had indicated, they were close together, wide enough for a man to walk through without brushing his shoulders. Naïlo could not make out what was beyond those two trees; around them she could see what was beyond, but directly through them she could not. Jason watched her, seeming to hear her thoughts, “Yes between the trees is the way we have to go, I know you don’t understand, but I can tell you more, if you wish,” when Naïlo nodded he continued, “You do need to understand this, I know it will be difficult to follow, but try,” again she nodded, and Jason let out a breath adjusted himself in his seat.

Once he was comfortable he began the explanation of something that had never before needed explaining, “This place, in which you have lived for as long as you remembered, is called the world of Life, you were raised here, but not born here, for the first three years of your life you lived in the world of Magic, with our Mother, Father, Ian and I. The world of Magic and the world of Life are two of the three worlds that co-exist. The third world is the world of the Dead, the Spirit world, only entered upon passing from life or with a special magic, one which you, Ian, and I have. You will learn of that later, I promise, but first you must learn how the worlds exist. In the world of Life, magic exists in its most basic form, the bringing of life, creation. But that is the only magic that happens here naturally. All others originated from the world of Magic, such as your ability. If you had been born here, you would have no more ability than that which would allow you to carry a child. In the world of Magic, there are those who do not have the ability, or at least not to an extent that would allow them to stand out anymore than a healer would here. To pass between these two worlds there are passes, such as that,” he said gesturing to the two trees, “they are called portals passing through this one will take you to the world of Magic, outside Talu, a large city, which holds the Temple of Talu the learning place for the Brotherhood of Elemental, the type of magic that humans and a few other races have. Reach out with your senses and feel between the trees, you can sense it can’t you? The difference between it and others allows you to identify it. No one and nothing else has a magic like this, and none know how it was made. These portals have protective weaves around them that keep back demons and others that are intent on harm, so we will be safe sleeping on the other side as well as here. This is how you find them.” He wove with Fire, Earth, Water, and Air, flinging it out in front of himself, directing it to the portal. To Naïlo’s surprise it coiled around the trees, tightened until the trees began to groan. As it touched on the sides it dissolved in a shimmer.

Naïlo threw a weave like his, to feel what he had felt to see that she could do it herself. But it stopped before it got there, just disappearing, without a trace and with out damage. “What, what happened?” she asked more than a little confused. Jason’s smile grew, as she tried again, the weave disappeared barely after forming. She tried again and again, but none worked, “Why can’t I do it?” she asked. Jason’s grin nearly split his face, “You are a woman! That is why it is not working,” he said. Naïlo’s eyes flew open in indignation, How dare he!

Jason’s hands flew up, palms out in a sign of defenselessness, “That is not how I meant it, I just stated a fact, you are not able to do it because you are thinking like a woman, you connect emotion to your thoughts and actions, which interjects Spirit into all of your weaves, which is why it is because you are a woman that you aren’t able to do it, yet,” he explained, “When you can detach your emotions you will no longer weave in Spirit, it’s dangerous to work with out knowing the consequences. Don’t worry you will learn when we reach the Temple.”

Naïlo forestalled a comment as Jason stood walking to the portal; Naïlo felt more than saw what happened next. Jason was simply there, and then not, just disappearing, as he fell under an unseen weight. Naïlo caught glimpses of him as he wrestled, with the presence that neither had noticed sneak up on them. Naïlo could feel everything around them, each twig each rock each leaf had a certain existence that breathed a soft magic, however what Jason was wrestling with, she could not feel, it was as if the world stopped existing in that spot. Naïlo used her mind to feel out a rough shape of non-existence, it was vaguely the size and shape of a tall man wearing a long cloak. Naïlo opened her mouth to scream but suddenly felt her jaw forced close, swallowing her scream. Her arms were forced behind her back by unseen arms, again using her mind she felt two more non existing men with long cloaks. She struggled with her captors Naïlo reached for her magic and could not find it. It was like reaching for a rope to stop your fall and only to have it disappear like a mirage in your hand. Naïlo closed her eyes as a hand touched her face, she was helpless without her magic, she tried to find it, searched through every corner of her mind racing for anything that would help. “Release her,” a deep voice said. Suddenly the arms that held her let go of her arms and jaw, slowly Naïlo opened her eyes to see a man standing in front of her. He was about a hand taller than Naïlo, his dark hair falling to his shoulders. He was a quite impressive figure, well built, aristocratic features, hands calloused with sword practice rather than work, his eyes were a deep purple but there was something about them that were unsettling. His pupils were diamond shaped slits, like a cats, so did her captures, they all did, and that sense of them not really being there, placing them an image of her imagination, but the warmth of their bodies and the icy feeling of their stares made them more real than anything else.

The man with the purple cats eyes reached out and touched her face with the back of his hand, slowly like a lover, “You are a pretty thing aren’t you? And powerful, we could feel your untrained abilities in the Fourth; tell me Pretty, how would you like to be a Queen?”

Naïlo had expected his touch to be cold and slimy, his touch like a reptile, but they were both surprisingly warm and soft. Despite that, Naïlo still fought her stomachs roiling, “I don’t want to be a Queen, and it isn’t my power you felt it was my brother’s.” Naïlo knew she was lying, and she had a feeling that the man did to, but she wanted to give Jason time to recover, but could think of nothing. The man and his companions all raised their heads at the same time, as if hearing something. Again the man stroked her cheek lovingly, and told her that he would return for her, and they were gone.

[Nailo]

Some more.......



When the morning finally dawned, Jason shook Naïlo awake. Groggily they made a cold breakfast of bread and cheese, neither spoke of the events of the day before, but Jason looked especially worried. He had told her that no evil could come into this part of the forest that they were safe from attack. The area was supposed to be warded so that none could find the portal without knowing of it first, but the men, the creatures that attacked them had had no magic. No magic at all, not even the base of creation, they lacked even that base magic that existed in all the creatures of the three worlds. Because they contained no magic abilities, Naïlo and Jason had been unable to detect the presence or even see them until the creatures had wished to be seen.

With breakfast finished, Jason gathered his thoughts along with his bed roll and waited for Naïlo, she took her time, not quite awake. “Alright,” Jason said, “We have to get going, I am needed back at the Temple.” Naïlo looked up at Jason; the man already had his pack on his shoulder and turned away from her. Naïlo stood, hefting her pack as she watched him walk around two trees standing close together; she waited but did not see him pass behind the trees, “Jace, will you cut it out, you said we have to go, Jace? Jace! Come on,” Naïlo called. Jace popped out from behind the second tree, Naïlo had never seen her brother cross between them, but there he was, walking out behind the second tree. His grin put her in mind of a little boy, “I forgot you didn’t know,” he said.

Jason walked over and grabbed Naïlo’s arm dragging her along behind him. “I was just checking to be sure there weren’t any more surprises awaiting us, I told you before that this was a portal between the trees. It is set with a spell that will not let anyone with out the proper magic to pass through. This same spell, as a side effect will not allow you to see a person arriving or passing through the portal. Passing behind it will hide you the sane as passing through it. You will see everything but the person passing by. The only defect of the spell was that it did not cloak a person’s magic, and so will not hide a person entirely.” Naïlo’s mind raced trying to comprehend the angles that would be applied to this “spell” but with out the understanding she could still see its working. Jason continued explaining the physics of the spell, which Naïlo only half listened to, he urged her forward through the trees, the portal. She put her hand out before her, not knowing what to expect, but knowing that she was afraid it would be unpleasant.

Naïlo felt a slight pressure caressing her skin, though she could not see what it was, the pressure was paper thin, but not sharp. Jason whispered from behind her, “Open your eyes. If you want to see it, you have to open your eyes, all of them.” Naïlo recalled that the mind had a third eye, through which your mind saw energies, something she had learned as a tiny child, something her mother, her real mother had taught her. She obediently opened her eyes, and her minds eye, letting her see the flows of energy that the world carried. The portal shimmered before her; the colors wavered between gold and white, yet somehow did not interfere with her vision. Where her arm was passing through the energy flows turned red, she could see her arm as a blue light beyond it and before it, but to her true vision, her arm simply ceased to exist beyond the edge of the portal. Naïlo continued forward, feeling the warm pressure of the portal caress her skin and body. As her eyes passed through she saw the forest, at first she felt a disappointment wondering why it had not worked. She circled around the back of the trees, but did not find the remains of a camp fire, or Jason. Naïlo went around again, this time finding Jason on the other side, he gave her a small smile, and turned walking west away from the rising sun. Naïlo followed walking quickly to keep up, although she tried to ask Jason where they were, he did not respond. Jason did not respond to anything at all, not questions or comments or teases, he kept silent and walked on. Naïlo feared that something had gone wrong in their crossing of the portal, but could not guess how. They reached the edge of the forest prior to the sun hitting its peak. The forest gave way to a road, the hard packed dirt was worn from foot, but showed no signs of wagon travel. It stood at the top of a large hill, down below a city sprawled green patches marked fields, brown and grey ribbons marked roads, the buildings were every shape and size, but visible above all of them, was a palace that was larger than any Naïlo had ever seen. Spires and high walls, looking forbidding and welcoming at the same time, Naïlo knew it had to be the Temple.

[Nailo]

OK, so this is kinda the very begining of the book, I guess sort of a prolouge



Exerts from Royal Malthornian Records:

First (1st) Day of the New Age

On this day the First Prince of the Malthron King was born. His name is Aron. The prophets say that he will be the one to lead us from our century’s long exile. With any luck that is true, we so desire to take back the land which was taken so long ago by the treacherous wizards. We have not even been able to attempt to return because all Malthron were cursed with diamond pupils.
Despite all that has been said one Rouge Prophet tells it differently, He says that Aron shall fall in love with a human woman, that woman is said to be the power of the four worlds. Of course it can not be rue true, how could one girl be the power of all four worlds? For these words, the rouge prophet is to be executed in the morning; his words also shall be stricken from all records but this one.

As Recorded By,
Jalu




Rouge Prophet’s Prophecy:

Three Worlds, Life, Death, Magic
A fourth unknown
Hang in balance
Awaiting the powers to be dethroned

Two Pebbles land in the Pond
One to Rule and One to Lead
A third from which all Powers feed

Together as one
All worlds must come
Or all will fall to the power of the One











One Thousand Ninety Fifth (1095th) Day of the New Age

On this day our Prince has now reached his Twelfth birthday. This is of great importance because as of this day should anything, spirits forbid, happen to our King, Prince Aron could officially seize power. Now the King must start watching his back, more carefully as this Prince will not be shed as easily as the King’s brothers. As his first act of his newly found power he has ordered two things. First that three of the most beautiful women in the desolate Malthron world be brought to him, so that he can have first rights to them. His second issued order is that anyone understanding the spell pattern used by his father, to come to him.
The reasoning behind these orders might seem totally daft, however the amount of thought that went behind these simple orders you would then see that Prince Aron is ever more cunning than he first seemed. Spirits preserve from the Prince should he ever decide to seize early rule causing turmoil or even civil war.

As Recorded By
Jalu





Six Thousand Five Hundred Seventieth (6570th) Day of the New Age

Today on the Eighteenth birth date of Prince Aron, as he has done for the past six year, issued two orders. His first order was to gather al of the scribes together and slaughter those whom did not or will not work for the palace. No one is too sure what that means although it has been agreed on it cannot be good. For a culture to lose all of their scribes except those whom are control information for the ruling party will only mean that our monarchy will soon be a dictatorship. Perhaps the prophecy of the one power is true. But no one will know until it happens as all of the known Prophets were killed as according to the second order of Prince Aron.
The Kin becomes wearier of his son’s increasing power. Soon all of the Fourth world will know the truth of which the prophecy spoke.

As Recorded By,
Jalu

[Lady Elessar]

that poem thingie is nifty

[Nailo]

lol, thanx kiddo

[Tinker]

I'm looking forward to reading the entire book when you have completed it.
You aren't going to, be as slow / write as much, as RJ will you?

[Nailo]

Oh gods, lets hope that I am not as slow or long winded as RJ, (or JRRT..........)


Anyways, I'm skipping around a lot with writing.....\

I also have some illustrations, but alas, my scanner died!!!!!!!!

[Nailo]

This isnt really completed yet, but it starts showing where Ian is truly insane, you know typical world leader mind set.......





The Leader of the Brothers of the Elemental, the Father, kneeled in front of Ian the Invincible, bowing his head He answered the question that had been asked of him, “Emperor, the Brothers do not control the people, of Talu, nor do we rule them. We simply offer the guidance they seek. We train those with the ability to use it for the greater good, and the will of the Lady of the Lake.”
The Emperor of the worlds of Life and Magic waved off the answer, he knew the truth, the Temple Talu was the seat of the power in the world of Magic, Everyone knew of it, most went there at least once in their lives to see the wonders of the Brothers, thousands of men and women, all training to help those in need. The Temple it self was an image of power, something that struck fear and awe into the hearts of the people. That was exactly what the Emperor of Two worlds needed, a Symbol of power, and since destroying it, like he had done to the previous Emperor of the world of Life, would cause open revolt, he had no choice. He had to join with the Brothers. “Now, I shall require the top five floors of the Temple for myself, and of course my possessions. Also I suppose quarters will have to be given to my advisors and such, put them below my floors. Oh and the servants, we cant have them as far down as yours are, no, place them below the advisors. Yes, seven floors should do it, a little home away from home here in the seat of power.”
The man kneeling on the floor before him tightened his fists until his knuckles were white, “Those floors are used for class rooms, libraries, and studies, not to mention the quarters of the Father, since the start of the Temple.” Again the Emperor waved off the man’s answers, he had known all of that, which was why he had chose the floors, unseating the Father would surely make it obvious that he was the true power, “Yes, and you will have them cleared before the month is out, I need to be here, I have important business to attend and will be staying for quite a while. That is all you are dismissed.” The man rose slowly and looked ready to protest, but instead bobbed his head slightly and left the room.
Everything was set now; he had taken care of the Brothers by taking their power. They would no longer be seen as the true power, he was the only power now.

Ian stared out of the window of his quarters on the top of the Temple of Talu, he had requested those before he had set out to find his younger sister. Now that he had returned, empty handed, he felt the pressure of failure once again on his shoulders. No one knew of the failure, he had simply made it seem that he had went to see that only the best of his possessions had crossed the worlds. He knew though, he knew that he had failed to find a girl that would have stood out in a crowd of thousands in the world of Life, yet he had not found her. He recalled the rage that had consumed him when the family that had cared for her told him she had left years ago. Lightning had flown from his fingertips the house had burned instantly, but the family, they had suffered. Bolt after bolt had flown through their bodies not killing them, simply letting the burning electric shock flow through them it had gone on for hours, their screams had soothed his anger long before he let them die, he had continued to let them know that in their next lives they would still suffer the burns from their mistake.
Now he felt the presence of someone, he had felt it everyday he had been in the temple. It was something that he should recognize he knew, but he did not. Another presence had joined it since his return, neither one he recognized, though he knew that he should. A knock at the door brought him out of his brooding, he would find out soon enough who was there that he knew. “Enter” he called across the vast expanse of his rooms. A meek servant dressed in deep purple and forest green livery entered with his head bowed, “Sire, you asked to be informed when the Father had brought new students. Several came back with him today, none matching your descriptions. However if you find that I am incompetent, then they are starting with the others on the morrow.” Ian waved the man’s answers, he did not really believe that Naïlo would just come to the tour on accident, but neither did he believe that she wasn’t bright enough to discover it on her own, but she did not know that the world of Magic existed, let alone the Temple. She was as clueless as the rest that lived in the world of Life, only knowing of two of the three worlds, denying the third really. “I trust your judgment Norro, you know that,” he said to the old servant, he had been with him since the beginning of Ian’s campaign to become Emperor. Norro bowed and backed out of the room. Where is she? He thought, Gone for years from her home, nothing but a satchel of clothes taken, It shouldn’t be this hard to find her, no one in the world of Life could possibly match her description without being noticed at all. Ian brooded long into the night on where his younger sister might have gotten off to, considering every possibility carefully, down to a weave that would change her hair color and appearance. Every idea was rejected for it’s absurdity, Naïlo could no more have learned a weave that Ian had created than change her sex.

[Lady Elessar]

Ian the Mighty-ian mckellen!

muhahahha

[Nailo]

Finally after months of exile in laziness, I have more to add to my little story.

This one was supposed to be a bit more graphic, and probably will get more so, but since there are kiddies on this site, I wil give the unfinished toned down version.

Later I will post the rest of it, for those of you who are interested in the finished one......

But um yeah, thats all I have rigt now....




He ran his fingers through her white hair, long fingernails caught on small tangles as he watched her even breathing. She was the one that he had searched his own Kingdom for., only she would help him to be rid of his father. On his twelfth birthday Aron had discovered that one woman, the woman who had died and lived again, would bring new rule to the fourth world. All of the scribes had agreed that all signs pointed to his rule being this new one. Since that day he had asked each year for three women who had come near to death. Rumor had said that he had asked for the three most gorgeous girls so he could have their first night.

The prophecy did say that this woman would conceive a child, that child would mark the beginning of a new era. Aron had been with many women, keeping track of them the first few months afterwards. Any woman who was pregnant was kept at the palace, and treated as a queen. To date there were seven still living at the palace, six others having died in childbirth or shortly after. A total of seventeen children, his sons and daughters, none of them heirs, as they were only half royalty, but each cared for and groomed to be a member of the Court. All under four years old, his mother was having the time of her life playing with the children, spending more time with them than her own children, now to old for the silly games she loved to play with them. Laughter rose from the courtyard outside his window, small screams of delight followed the laughter. His mother had no doubt found a magician to entertain them for the afternoon.

Watching her chest rise and fall with each breath, he wanted badly to conceive the child. From the moment he had first saw her in the World of Life, four years ago, he had known that he would have her. He had found the man that had claimed to be her guardian, the Emperor, of Life and Magic. Agreeing to rule Malthron under Ian’s name had been a small price to pay to get this woman, she wasn’t the woman from prophecy, there was no one that would die and live again, but she was special. Naïlo could sense the Malthron people, as none could, she could sense them with her gift. That alone made her worth his kingdom, but her beauty was something that had haunted him since that first day.

Naïlo’s eyelids stirred slightly as she tried to open her eyes, the cloth had started to return to a solid white, her mind was returning to itself, trying to protect her. Aron turned quickly grabbing the cold tea off of the table, tilting her head back he whispered encouraging words to drink , telling her it would help. Dutifully she parted her lips and swallowed the bitter tea, slowly drifting her back off. Her clothes continued to fade back to the gossamer that they were, the magic of it should have caused it to become entirely see through, but her mind would never drop it self to allow to see that much. It didn’t have to, the vague clarity of her body under the folds of cloth had him sweating while his heart pounded.

Rising he walked over to the door, poking his head out to speak with his personal guards, “The Lady and I wish not to be disturbed for the rest of the day, please see to it that we are not, or your lives will be forfeit. Oh and have some mead sent up, knock twice and leave it by the door.” It wasn’t truly necessary to threaten the men, they knew the penalty of failure was death. Closing the door, he bolted it shut, listening to the guards footsteps as they took up their posts at the end of the hall, making sure no one, not even a noisy servant would disturb him.

She was laying on his bed, looking like a good spirit in the flesh. He didn’t want her to be a good spirit. Kneeling beside her, he pressed his lips to hers, although she could not respond in her unconscious paralysis, it exhilarated him. Her lips were not as soft as he had hoped, being slightly dry from being parched. He kissed her neck, dragging his teeth along her soft flesh; he could feel her heartbeat pulsing under his lips. The smell of her excited him almost as much as the feel of her skin. Sliding down her neck her kissed the top of her breasts, his fingers slipped to the lacing of her bodice, what had started so tender was rapidly consuming him. Naïlo’s breathing had become heavier, her body was responding to his kisses as her mind floated in a black abyss of unconsciousness

No longer caring for being careful, Aron ripped the delicate fabric exposing her soft white flesh down below the navel. Her small pink nipples stood erect as he kissed them, sucking gently on them , rolling them with his tongue against his teeth. His manhood strained against his pants, he wanted her, her breathing matched his, his heart was pounding with need. He ripped the rest of dress, he had to have her now.

[Minya Collowen]

very interesting, i like it.

[Nailo]

Thanks. Here is a little more to that section

Something was wrong, though Naïlo could not quite put her finger on what it was, she sat beside the Lake of the Lady, Aust sat beside her. He was smiling at her in the way that only he could. It felt right to sit there with him, but something was wrong. When Aust leaned forward, kissing her lips, Naïlo realized that her body would not respond, but she still felt safe with him, and so did not try to resist him gently laying her back. Aust’s warm mouth kissed her neck lightly raking his teeth along her flesh, sending a shiver down her spine. This was something she knew she wanted, but knew somehow that something was not right about this.

Aust kissed her again, his hands freely exploring her flesh. She still could not respond, but still did not try to resist. His fingers found the laces of her bodice, pulling on the strings, the gentleness seemed to match Aust’s nature but when he let out a frustrated sigh at the slow progress. Something had changed in him, he tore the fabric suddenly, kissing her breasts roughly biting at her nipples, Naïlo finally managed a small helpless whimper, when she finally tried to resist, and found she couldn’t. His hot mouth on her flesh excited her in a way that she knew she should be disgusted. His hands no longer explored gently, his fingers probed fiercely, his teeth raking her flesh, searing pain cursed through her.

Finally he fell upon her, pain ripping her from the inside, the grunts of his efforts nearly drowned out her whimpers and moans. Blackness crept into the edges of her vision and her body started responding more, she could move her hands to clutch at the blanket underneath her, the blackness blurred her vision and provided a clarity. Aust’s face blurred and changed as she tried to watch him through her pain


Of course, this is still unfinished, as I am to lazy to think anymore right now......