Sillylizard
03-28-06, 12:27 AM
Closed to Max Dirks
Starlynn had often thought about her friends since they had departed, often haunted by their sudden disappearance after leaving to hunt the animal that was killing innocent people so mercilessly. It had been a long, agonizing year since they’re departure and as the time grew longer, as did her anxiousness of their return. She found herself waking with horrible cries, as their screams of agony rang in her ears. She did not know if it was just her own body trembling with fear, or that of the forest trembling for them, but something in her trembled wildly without restraint. The dreams only became more vivid, awaking her in cold sweats and searing pains in her heart, as her blonde locks clung to her drenched body and her blue eyes searched tirelessly for the source. She’d grip the earth beneath her, as if they were roots planting themselves for a secure foundation and yet she still shook. During the day, she’d go about the forest, trying to find some comfort in the swaying trees, and yet, finding nothing. The dreams soon began to take it’s toll on her heart, and she could do nothing but worry over their possible fate. Many times she’d find a river of hot tears slipping down her cheeks at the memory of the giant man’s humor, or the cocky man’s face as he sat in the pile of mess at the tavern. Many times she’d find her heart aching with such pain that even the earth beneath her and the world around her groaned in agony too. The forest itself began to cry for their return, for as the time and distance grew that they were gone, they found that she was gone. Often in a melancholy stare into nothing, trying to find something in her, but only finding despair darker than a winter’s night.
It seemed as if she were no longer a person at all, just a discarded shell of what use to be. And for that very reason, the forest sought out for some form of redemption. Often the birds would tirelessly soar above the lands, searching for some splotch of hope, some sign of their existence. But more often than not, they would return back, with no signs to speak of and no hope to cling on. Abby, herself, began searching high and low, for anything at all, and although she did not like either Oberon nor Velius, she did not favor the remains of what Starlynn had become over them. At night she would cling tightly to Star’s breast, secretly praying to the God’s that tonight would be different. The forest would close tightly around her, trying to shield her from whatever it was that caused her so much pain. And Star would lay herself down on the soft grass, which seemed to soften against her bronzed skin, and close her exotic blue eyes, only to be awoke with the same cries drumming in her ears, a never ending cry of pain. But this night was unlike the rest. She laid herself down, Abby clinging to her as usual, and as her eyes drifted closed, and her mind to the land of dreams, she saw them unlike she had seen them before. They walked together on a dirt path, much like the one they walked down to together, weapons swinging devoutly to their sides, and laughing as if no pain had ever been caused. Though upon closer inspection, indeed there was wounds, but nothing to cause the agonizing screams in which had plagued her dreams since their departure.
She did not wake up with an elevated heart beat or a saturated body, but with the sun shining brightly on her, warming her skin, and an awaken feeling. Like she had been stuck in a comatose stage since, and had just woken to a new morning. Her blue eyes fluttered open slightly, and the whole forest was on it’s toes, awaiting her first breathe, fearing perhaps her death shortly after. But when she took in air to her lungs, they felt alive and as if they had been starved for a century. Her body felt stagnant and sore, as if she had not moved for weeks, and her movement was stunted. She sat up, looking around, and noticing all the weakening state in which the forest appeared. Instead of being a lively array of colors, everything seemed dreary and cold, as if it had been winter all along, and nothing seemed to flourish. But a fresh warm breeze fluttered in the air, dancing and singing of a triumph of sorts and the sun shined in cohorts in the amazing discovery. The birds sang and the forest drank of the newly revival of a dear friend. The wind softly grazed her face, and in a soft excited whisper told her of it’s sudden discovery. It had heard from a nearby town that a man who went by the name of Max Dirks, was known for his skill in tracking down those of the missing nature.
And so, rising to her feet, it told her of its plan for finding her lost companions. It spoke of this man in regards of finding him, and inquiring him to help her in her search. It gently picked up speed, pushing her towards the opening, in which would lead her to the town she would soon find him. And as her body was forced outside of the forest, she reached down, grabbing her sword, and called out to Abby to join her. The awe-struck squirrel quickly caught up pace in which the wind now made Stars soft boots tread towards her destination.
Starlynn had often thought about her friends since they had departed, often haunted by their sudden disappearance after leaving to hunt the animal that was killing innocent people so mercilessly. It had been a long, agonizing year since they’re departure and as the time grew longer, as did her anxiousness of their return. She found herself waking with horrible cries, as their screams of agony rang in her ears. She did not know if it was just her own body trembling with fear, or that of the forest trembling for them, but something in her trembled wildly without restraint. The dreams only became more vivid, awaking her in cold sweats and searing pains in her heart, as her blonde locks clung to her drenched body and her blue eyes searched tirelessly for the source. She’d grip the earth beneath her, as if they were roots planting themselves for a secure foundation and yet she still shook. During the day, she’d go about the forest, trying to find some comfort in the swaying trees, and yet, finding nothing. The dreams soon began to take it’s toll on her heart, and she could do nothing but worry over their possible fate. Many times she’d find a river of hot tears slipping down her cheeks at the memory of the giant man’s humor, or the cocky man’s face as he sat in the pile of mess at the tavern. Many times she’d find her heart aching with such pain that even the earth beneath her and the world around her groaned in agony too. The forest itself began to cry for their return, for as the time and distance grew that they were gone, they found that she was gone. Often in a melancholy stare into nothing, trying to find something in her, but only finding despair darker than a winter’s night.
It seemed as if she were no longer a person at all, just a discarded shell of what use to be. And for that very reason, the forest sought out for some form of redemption. Often the birds would tirelessly soar above the lands, searching for some splotch of hope, some sign of their existence. But more often than not, they would return back, with no signs to speak of and no hope to cling on. Abby, herself, began searching high and low, for anything at all, and although she did not like either Oberon nor Velius, she did not favor the remains of what Starlynn had become over them. At night she would cling tightly to Star’s breast, secretly praying to the God’s that tonight would be different. The forest would close tightly around her, trying to shield her from whatever it was that caused her so much pain. And Star would lay herself down on the soft grass, which seemed to soften against her bronzed skin, and close her exotic blue eyes, only to be awoke with the same cries drumming in her ears, a never ending cry of pain. But this night was unlike the rest. She laid herself down, Abby clinging to her as usual, and as her eyes drifted closed, and her mind to the land of dreams, she saw them unlike she had seen them before. They walked together on a dirt path, much like the one they walked down to together, weapons swinging devoutly to their sides, and laughing as if no pain had ever been caused. Though upon closer inspection, indeed there was wounds, but nothing to cause the agonizing screams in which had plagued her dreams since their departure.
She did not wake up with an elevated heart beat or a saturated body, but with the sun shining brightly on her, warming her skin, and an awaken feeling. Like she had been stuck in a comatose stage since, and had just woken to a new morning. Her blue eyes fluttered open slightly, and the whole forest was on it’s toes, awaiting her first breathe, fearing perhaps her death shortly after. But when she took in air to her lungs, they felt alive and as if they had been starved for a century. Her body felt stagnant and sore, as if she had not moved for weeks, and her movement was stunted. She sat up, looking around, and noticing all the weakening state in which the forest appeared. Instead of being a lively array of colors, everything seemed dreary and cold, as if it had been winter all along, and nothing seemed to flourish. But a fresh warm breeze fluttered in the air, dancing and singing of a triumph of sorts and the sun shined in cohorts in the amazing discovery. The birds sang and the forest drank of the newly revival of a dear friend. The wind softly grazed her face, and in a soft excited whisper told her of it’s sudden discovery. It had heard from a nearby town that a man who went by the name of Max Dirks, was known for his skill in tracking down those of the missing nature.
And so, rising to her feet, it told her of its plan for finding her lost companions. It spoke of this man in regards of finding him, and inquiring him to help her in her search. It gently picked up speed, pushing her towards the opening, in which would lead her to the town she would soon find him. And as her body was forced outside of the forest, she reached down, grabbing her sword, and called out to Abby to join her. The awe-struck squirrel quickly caught up pace in which the wind now made Stars soft boots tread towards her destination.