Post by Mizuhoshi on Mar 9, 2008 12:09:34 GMT -5
Here is a Fan-Fiction I am writing for the Black Magician Trilogy. I know, it's crap. But, still. I'm just trying to get the forums started, by posting stuff, so...Please tell me your thoughts:things that should be changed, things that should happen, and other crap like that. Enjoy.
Sonea blinked sleep from her eyes as the sun’s rays shined through the blinds on her window. She sat up in her bed, and stretched her arms over her head. Yawning, she pushed the blankets back and slid her legs over the side of the bed. As she stood, a knock came from the door and a servant walked in, carrying a fresh change of robes. Black robes. Sonea smiled and gratefully took the robes from the servant.
“Thank you.”
The servant smiled, and bowed slightly.
“You’re welcome, my Lady.” She muttered as she walked out of the room.
Sonea waited until she heard the door click before she changed into her news attire. After she shrugged the robes on, she moved toward the window. The Guild gardens spread out before her eyes and a slight drizzle dimmed the dawn beyond the Guild gates. Beyond the colourful rosebushes and trees, the High Lord’s residence stood. Sonea closed her eyes and thought back to when she used to walk from her classes, through the gardens, to the abode. She used to hate it and would spend countless hours in the Novice’s Library, just to sustain the time away from the residence. After awhile, however, she began to hurry back to the High Lord’s residence, for a reason she could not explain in words. But that was when Akkarin was High Lord. Now, Balkan was High Lord and Akkarin was not there. He was not within the Guild gates, nor in Imardin, nor even Kyralia. He was no more, and this broke Sonea’s heart. Tears began to flood her eyes, but she brought her sleeve to her face and gently wiped the wetness away.
She stood still for a moment, reminiscing on all of the memories of Akkarin. She could still hear his voice in her head, coaching her on what to do while borrowing Takan’s energy. A picture flashed in her mind and she could see Akkarin, lying on the ground in front of the Guild, a dagger buried in his chest and scarlet blood dancing on the ground around him. She felt a sharp pain in her chest.
-Sonea?
A voice rang in her head. For a moment, she wished it to be Akkarin’s voice, but she felt the presence of another, instead.
-Rothen?
-Yes.
Sonea sighed, disappointed.
-What is it?
-Are you ready?
For a moment, Sonea was confused. But then she remembered: she was going to the city, today. She was going to heal the slums people, and any others she could.
-Yes. I’ll be down in a moment.
She didn’t bother to pull her hair back into a tail. She simply ran a petite, silver comb through it, swiftly, but gently. Setting down the comb on a nearby table, Sonea moved toward the door. Her hand brushed softly against the handle, and she waited, but the door did not open. Sonea sighed and shook her head, slowly. Twisting the handle, the door open and Sonea passed through. The door closed softly as Sonea trudged down the corridor, her robes rustling softly as she walked. As she neared the stairs, she gathered a disc of energy form beneath her feet and she stepped off the landing. Sonea’s robes fluttered around her as she descended on the disc, between the stairwells. She let the disc of energy waver as her feet hit the ground softly, at the bottom of the stairs.
“Sure does beat walking.” Sonea smiled as she remembered Dannyl and Rothen’s conversation about the skill.
She turned on her heel and walked toward the University Doors. As she walked through them, she remembered closing the large doors, when Akkarin and herself faced the Ichani, that horrid day that so many had died.
Sonea frowned at the memories flooding into her head just because she had let herself remember the fight against the Ichani. An image flashed in her mind, again; the same one that had been haunting her dreams. She closed her eyes, tightly, and moved forward. With her foot, she felt a drop in the ground before her, and she opened her eyes to walk down the steps. As she descended, she let herself steal a glance at the current state of the outdoors. Little damage had been done to the Guild grounds, in comparison to the rest of the city. The gates still stood, as did the buildings. However, some trees on either side of the path in front of the University seemed to be recovering from the heatstrike Sonea had sent out to destroy the threat Kariko had delivered to the city.
Stopping in the middle of the path, she turned. Water dripped on her head and shoulders as her eyes lingered on the spot Akkarin had lay, dying. She could picture herself, again, hunched over his body, tears draining from her eyes. A moment or two passed, and Sonea shook her head. She turned back to the Guild Gates, and spotted two figures standing by a carriage at the gate, waiting. Sonea took in a breath and started back up the path.
Rothen felt pity as he saw Sonea turn back and look at the University. Some would not know what she was doing, but Rothen knew. He knew how much Sonea missed Akkarin. When he saw her, he remembered the night that she had refused to leave his lifeless body. He shook his head and tried to think of more joyous things to talk about today, that would allow her mind to wander from such dreadful memories. As he thought, Sonea got closer. As she reached his side, Rothen looked up.
“Hello, Sonea.” He grinned.
Sonea managed a small smile. “Hello.”
“Shall we?” Rothen gestured to the carriage. Sonea nodded and walked past him. He followed behind her.
A servant grabbed the handle on the carriage door and allowed Sonea and Rothen to climb in.
A figure in green robes sat on one of the cushioned seats in the coach.
“Lord Dorrien.” Sonea’s head bowed in a polite gesture as she sat across from Dorrien in the carriage.
Dorrien beamed at her. “Hello, Lady Sonea.” He glanced at Rothen as his father climbed into the small space and settled in the seat opposite his son, but pursued a conversation with Sonea. “Did you rest well, last night?”
Sonea nodded.
“Good.” Dorrien smiled and sat back in his seat. He stretched his arms as much as the low ceiling would allow him and arched his back as he yawned.
Rothen chuckled.
“Seems like Sonea is the only one that slept well.”
Dorrien shut his mouth and defensively stated, “I slept fine. I’m just…still waking up.”
Sonea’s lip curled in a small half-smile. She then turned her head and stared out the small window at her side. Her face was still the sickly pale colour it had been the last time Rothen had escorted her hospital. He let his eyes linger on her a moment before peering over at his son. Dorrien’s blue eyes glinted as he stared at Sonea. Rothen looked deeper. In Dorrien’s eyes, seemed to linger a yearning look. A desiring look. Rothen’s heart sank with pity.
Dorrien’s eyes suddenly flickered to Rothen’s. He gave a half-smile, which sent the message that Dorrien was fine. Despite the reassurance, Rothen was sure that Dorrien wasn’t fine.
The carriage came to an abrupt stop. Rothen and Sonea both swayed in their seats toward Dorrien. Dorrien threw his hands out and grabbed Sonea by her shoulders before she could fall forward. Rothen grabbed the handle on the door and regained his composure before straightening in his seat. He glanced over at Sonea. She was staring Dorrien in the eye. A moment passed before she straightened her back. Her pale face flushed a deep red colour. A streak of red had also crossed Dorrien’s face.
“Um,” Sonea mumbled as she smoothed her robes and bit her lip. Dorrien didn’t say anything. He ran his hand through his hair and fumbled with his own sash.
Before Rothen could turn then handle, the carriage door flew open. Rothen bent forward as he stepped out of the coach and waited for Sonea. She climbed out, slowly, trying to keep herself balanced as she placed her foot to the ground. As she moved away, Dorrien hopped out, jumping over the steps and straight to the ground.
Showing-off, as usual. Rothen chuckled to himself. He gestured with his hand to the building that stood before them. Sonea looked up. After a moment’s time, she nodded and walked forward.
Sonea settled into a chair as the door opened and a young boy walked in, his parents following. A red cloth was fixed on his arm. His mother’s eyes were wet and puffy, while on his father’s face was a forced stern look.
“Hello.” Sonea smiled, speaking in a soft tone. The boy’s lip curled in a forced smile, while his mother let out a small noise. Sonea gestured with her hand. “Come here. It’s alright.”
The child moved closer to her. Sonea gripped the cloth and slowly removed it from its place on his arm. A deep cut ran from his elbow to his palm. She smiled. She placed her hand over his wound and closed her eyes. She heard a gasp from the mother as the skin on the boy’s arm began to mend together. Moments later, the skin was stitched together. After a couple minutes of talking and explaining how to tend to the wound, the couple and their child moved out of the room.
Sonea turned to Rothen and Dorrien, who stood in a corner of the room. Dorrien was smiling at her, while Rothen’s eyes were staring into the sky. As Sonea’s eyes met Dorrien’s, she felt her face burn. As much as she wanted to avert her eyes, something in Dorrien’s gaze would not allow her to. In the corner of her eye, Sonea saw Rothen move. No longer was he staring into an abyss, but he was watching Dorrien and herself.
Rothen placed his hand on Dorrien’s shoulder, and Dorrien broke eye contact to turn to his father. Sonea silently thanked Rothen, in her mind.
And if you don't know who any of the characters are, then you can ask. But, for right now, I don't feel like writing out descriptions of everyone. So, deal with it.
Sonea blinked sleep from her eyes as the sun’s rays shined through the blinds on her window. She sat up in her bed, and stretched her arms over her head. Yawning, she pushed the blankets back and slid her legs over the side of the bed. As she stood, a knock came from the door and a servant walked in, carrying a fresh change of robes. Black robes. Sonea smiled and gratefully took the robes from the servant.
“Thank you.”
The servant smiled, and bowed slightly.
“You’re welcome, my Lady.” She muttered as she walked out of the room.
Sonea waited until she heard the door click before she changed into her news attire. After she shrugged the robes on, she moved toward the window. The Guild gardens spread out before her eyes and a slight drizzle dimmed the dawn beyond the Guild gates. Beyond the colourful rosebushes and trees, the High Lord’s residence stood. Sonea closed her eyes and thought back to when she used to walk from her classes, through the gardens, to the abode. She used to hate it and would spend countless hours in the Novice’s Library, just to sustain the time away from the residence. After awhile, however, she began to hurry back to the High Lord’s residence, for a reason she could not explain in words. But that was when Akkarin was High Lord. Now, Balkan was High Lord and Akkarin was not there. He was not within the Guild gates, nor in Imardin, nor even Kyralia. He was no more, and this broke Sonea’s heart. Tears began to flood her eyes, but she brought her sleeve to her face and gently wiped the wetness away.
She stood still for a moment, reminiscing on all of the memories of Akkarin. She could still hear his voice in her head, coaching her on what to do while borrowing Takan’s energy. A picture flashed in her mind and she could see Akkarin, lying on the ground in front of the Guild, a dagger buried in his chest and scarlet blood dancing on the ground around him. She felt a sharp pain in her chest.
-Sonea?
A voice rang in her head. For a moment, she wished it to be Akkarin’s voice, but she felt the presence of another, instead.
-Rothen?
-Yes.
Sonea sighed, disappointed.
-What is it?
-Are you ready?
For a moment, Sonea was confused. But then she remembered: she was going to the city, today. She was going to heal the slums people, and any others she could.
-Yes. I’ll be down in a moment.
She didn’t bother to pull her hair back into a tail. She simply ran a petite, silver comb through it, swiftly, but gently. Setting down the comb on a nearby table, Sonea moved toward the door. Her hand brushed softly against the handle, and she waited, but the door did not open. Sonea sighed and shook her head, slowly. Twisting the handle, the door open and Sonea passed through. The door closed softly as Sonea trudged down the corridor, her robes rustling softly as she walked. As she neared the stairs, she gathered a disc of energy form beneath her feet and she stepped off the landing. Sonea’s robes fluttered around her as she descended on the disc, between the stairwells. She let the disc of energy waver as her feet hit the ground softly, at the bottom of the stairs.
“Sure does beat walking.” Sonea smiled as she remembered Dannyl and Rothen’s conversation about the skill.
She turned on her heel and walked toward the University Doors. As she walked through them, she remembered closing the large doors, when Akkarin and herself faced the Ichani, that horrid day that so many had died.
Sonea frowned at the memories flooding into her head just because she had let herself remember the fight against the Ichani. An image flashed in her mind, again; the same one that had been haunting her dreams. She closed her eyes, tightly, and moved forward. With her foot, she felt a drop in the ground before her, and she opened her eyes to walk down the steps. As she descended, she let herself steal a glance at the current state of the outdoors. Little damage had been done to the Guild grounds, in comparison to the rest of the city. The gates still stood, as did the buildings. However, some trees on either side of the path in front of the University seemed to be recovering from the heatstrike Sonea had sent out to destroy the threat Kariko had delivered to the city.
Stopping in the middle of the path, she turned. Water dripped on her head and shoulders as her eyes lingered on the spot Akkarin had lay, dying. She could picture herself, again, hunched over his body, tears draining from her eyes. A moment or two passed, and Sonea shook her head. She turned back to the Guild Gates, and spotted two figures standing by a carriage at the gate, waiting. Sonea took in a breath and started back up the path.
Rothen felt pity as he saw Sonea turn back and look at the University. Some would not know what she was doing, but Rothen knew. He knew how much Sonea missed Akkarin. When he saw her, he remembered the night that she had refused to leave his lifeless body. He shook his head and tried to think of more joyous things to talk about today, that would allow her mind to wander from such dreadful memories. As he thought, Sonea got closer. As she reached his side, Rothen looked up.
“Hello, Sonea.” He grinned.
Sonea managed a small smile. “Hello.”
“Shall we?” Rothen gestured to the carriage. Sonea nodded and walked past him. He followed behind her.
A servant grabbed the handle on the carriage door and allowed Sonea and Rothen to climb in.
A figure in green robes sat on one of the cushioned seats in the coach.
“Lord Dorrien.” Sonea’s head bowed in a polite gesture as she sat across from Dorrien in the carriage.
Dorrien beamed at her. “Hello, Lady Sonea.” He glanced at Rothen as his father climbed into the small space and settled in the seat opposite his son, but pursued a conversation with Sonea. “Did you rest well, last night?”
Sonea nodded.
“Good.” Dorrien smiled and sat back in his seat. He stretched his arms as much as the low ceiling would allow him and arched his back as he yawned.
Rothen chuckled.
“Seems like Sonea is the only one that slept well.”
Dorrien shut his mouth and defensively stated, “I slept fine. I’m just…still waking up.”
Sonea’s lip curled in a small half-smile. She then turned her head and stared out the small window at her side. Her face was still the sickly pale colour it had been the last time Rothen had escorted her hospital. He let his eyes linger on her a moment before peering over at his son. Dorrien’s blue eyes glinted as he stared at Sonea. Rothen looked deeper. In Dorrien’s eyes, seemed to linger a yearning look. A desiring look. Rothen’s heart sank with pity.
Dorrien’s eyes suddenly flickered to Rothen’s. He gave a half-smile, which sent the message that Dorrien was fine. Despite the reassurance, Rothen was sure that Dorrien wasn’t fine.
The carriage came to an abrupt stop. Rothen and Sonea both swayed in their seats toward Dorrien. Dorrien threw his hands out and grabbed Sonea by her shoulders before she could fall forward. Rothen grabbed the handle on the door and regained his composure before straightening in his seat. He glanced over at Sonea. She was staring Dorrien in the eye. A moment passed before she straightened her back. Her pale face flushed a deep red colour. A streak of red had also crossed Dorrien’s face.
“Um,” Sonea mumbled as she smoothed her robes and bit her lip. Dorrien didn’t say anything. He ran his hand through his hair and fumbled with his own sash.
Before Rothen could turn then handle, the carriage door flew open. Rothen bent forward as he stepped out of the coach and waited for Sonea. She climbed out, slowly, trying to keep herself balanced as she placed her foot to the ground. As she moved away, Dorrien hopped out, jumping over the steps and straight to the ground.
Showing-off, as usual. Rothen chuckled to himself. He gestured with his hand to the building that stood before them. Sonea looked up. After a moment’s time, she nodded and walked forward.
Sonea settled into a chair as the door opened and a young boy walked in, his parents following. A red cloth was fixed on his arm. His mother’s eyes were wet and puffy, while on his father’s face was a forced stern look.
“Hello.” Sonea smiled, speaking in a soft tone. The boy’s lip curled in a forced smile, while his mother let out a small noise. Sonea gestured with her hand. “Come here. It’s alright.”
The child moved closer to her. Sonea gripped the cloth and slowly removed it from its place on his arm. A deep cut ran from his elbow to his palm. She smiled. She placed her hand over his wound and closed her eyes. She heard a gasp from the mother as the skin on the boy’s arm began to mend together. Moments later, the skin was stitched together. After a couple minutes of talking and explaining how to tend to the wound, the couple and their child moved out of the room.
Sonea turned to Rothen and Dorrien, who stood in a corner of the room. Dorrien was smiling at her, while Rothen’s eyes were staring into the sky. As Sonea’s eyes met Dorrien’s, she felt her face burn. As much as she wanted to avert her eyes, something in Dorrien’s gaze would not allow her to. In the corner of her eye, Sonea saw Rothen move. No longer was he staring into an abyss, but he was watching Dorrien and herself.
Rothen placed his hand on Dorrien’s shoulder, and Dorrien broke eye contact to turn to his father. Sonea silently thanked Rothen, in her mind.
And if you don't know who any of the characters are, then you can ask. But, for right now, I don't feel like writing out descriptions of everyone. So, deal with it.