Séreméla
09-14-06, 10:12 AM
((Closed)) (comment: I started this thread a long time ago with someone else and then both interests were lost. I haven't been able to get a hold of them to see if they would be willing to start it up again so I will be altering my posts from this (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=1020) quest and posting them here.)
Séreméla's back slammed into the dry ground as a cloud of dust wrapped around her. The fall had knocked the wind out of her as she gasped for air but only got sharp particles of dirt. Her eyes were closed but she could tell that her attacker was over her body, blocking out the sun's light. She opened them to catch a glimmer of the double-bladed axe heading fast towards her torso. Quickly she rolled out of the way as she felt the weapon slam into the ground next to her. She continued to roll while her attacker continously hacked away at the ground just inches from her moving body.
The trunk of a tree stopped her hard as Séreméla slammed into it with her ribs. She whimpered for a second at the pain that she had just inflicted on herself, then quickly moved away as the axe came barreling down where she was and buried itself deep into the tree. Séreméla stumbled to her feet and began falling back but caught herself.
She looked at her attacker trying to pull the blade out of the tree. Séreméla looked around frantically trying to spot her own weapons. The sparkle of her Elven sword lighted her way to the grassy patch near her as she picked it up and swung her bow and quivers on her back.
A hard metal stick flew through the air and smacked Séreméla across the back making her fall onto her stomach. The pain started to become unbearable. Another gasp for air. Now there were two of them. She thought to herself as she began recalling how she even got into this mess. Another blow across her back caused Séreméla to pass out from lack of oxygen. And there she was, in her mind in darkness, in unconciousness as her mind began to replay the events up till now.
((The day before))
We will find you.
And we will bring you to him.
The faces of two hideous demons spoke the words to her mind. Their skin was tearing from their bodies. One held a large double-headed steel axe the other held a large metal rod. Séreméla had never seen them anywhere but in her own dreams and she could never figure out why. The sound of their harsh voice and the image of their terrible body sent shivers down her spine. They began heading towards her with weapons drawn. The axe was rising high into the air then just a quickly it came down on her.
The morning light was shining bright in Séreméla's eyes as she awoke. Stretching out her body she felt the cool breeze from the small pond a few feet away from her. The sound of rushing water had helped her sleep through another troubled night of dreams. The thought was still fresh in her mind. She had always had at least one dream a night about the two creatures. The sound of water seemed to be the only thing that kept her asleep between the dreams; it kept her safe in her mind from not waking up and thinking about every single dream.
She rubbed her eyes and crawled slowly over to the water then splashed her face. The cold water made her shrink back for a moment. Then she sprawled herself again on the ground and looked up at the blue sky.
Why do you haunt me so? What is it that is wanted of me?
The water she had splashed on herself began to dry in the sun and a feeling of drowsiness befell her once again. She didn't want to sleep, but she knew she couldn't fight it. They wanted to taunt her more in her dreams and they would always get what they wanted there.
Séreméla's back slammed into the dry ground as a cloud of dust wrapped around her. The fall had knocked the wind out of her as she gasped for air but only got sharp particles of dirt. Her eyes were closed but she could tell that her attacker was over her body, blocking out the sun's light. She opened them to catch a glimmer of the double-bladed axe heading fast towards her torso. Quickly she rolled out of the way as she felt the weapon slam into the ground next to her. She continued to roll while her attacker continously hacked away at the ground just inches from her moving body.
The trunk of a tree stopped her hard as Séreméla slammed into it with her ribs. She whimpered for a second at the pain that she had just inflicted on herself, then quickly moved away as the axe came barreling down where she was and buried itself deep into the tree. Séreméla stumbled to her feet and began falling back but caught herself.
She looked at her attacker trying to pull the blade out of the tree. Séreméla looked around frantically trying to spot her own weapons. The sparkle of her Elven sword lighted her way to the grassy patch near her as she picked it up and swung her bow and quivers on her back.
A hard metal stick flew through the air and smacked Séreméla across the back making her fall onto her stomach. The pain started to become unbearable. Another gasp for air. Now there were two of them. She thought to herself as she began recalling how she even got into this mess. Another blow across her back caused Séreméla to pass out from lack of oxygen. And there she was, in her mind in darkness, in unconciousness as her mind began to replay the events up till now.
((The day before))
We will find you.
And we will bring you to him.
The faces of two hideous demons spoke the words to her mind. Their skin was tearing from their bodies. One held a large double-headed steel axe the other held a large metal rod. Séreméla had never seen them anywhere but in her own dreams and she could never figure out why. The sound of their harsh voice and the image of their terrible body sent shivers down her spine. They began heading towards her with weapons drawn. The axe was rising high into the air then just a quickly it came down on her.
The morning light was shining bright in Séreméla's eyes as she awoke. Stretching out her body she felt the cool breeze from the small pond a few feet away from her. The sound of rushing water had helped her sleep through another troubled night of dreams. The thought was still fresh in her mind. She had always had at least one dream a night about the two creatures. The sound of water seemed to be the only thing that kept her asleep between the dreams; it kept her safe in her mind from not waking up and thinking about every single dream.
She rubbed her eyes and crawled slowly over to the water then splashed her face. The cold water made her shrink back for a moment. Then she sprawled herself again on the ground and looked up at the blue sky.
Why do you haunt me so? What is it that is wanted of me?
The water she had splashed on herself began to dry in the sun and a feeling of drowsiness befell her once again. She didn't want to sleep, but she knew she couldn't fight it. They wanted to taunt her more in her dreams and they would always get what they wanted there.