Burrfrostt
a 13 years old girl
from Your worst nightmare
who joined Queeky
on Saturday, 20. August 2011
Prolouge:
"Demitri." The voice was fragile and soft, though there was a trace of malice beneath it all. "Syn," he answered. A soft laugh floated through the air, but it was cold, lacking all sense of warmth and humor. "I'm glad you recognise me, son," the goddess replied simply.
A figure blurred into sight in the corner of the room. Syn, goddess of despair and bad fortune, appeared. She was draped in a black cloak, its layers folding and changing at every step; it was beautiful, but a sense of malice also echoed off of it.
The goddess removed her deep-cowled hood, revealing a face of pure beauty. Her eyes were a pretty dark brown, even though no light shined off of them. Her eyes were like a black hole; they caught you in them and you found yourself unable to get out. The only one who was immune was Demitri, whom had the same dark eyes. The only differance between them was that his hid a humor inside of them.
Her hair was cut short, unlike the long, flowing hair of the other goddesses. It was a pure black color, and it feathered out at the end to give it a zero-gravity effect.
Demitri was of a similar appearance, with Syn's dark hair and eyes. He stood slightly taller then the goddess, and he seemed less dramatic, lacking her deep-folded cloak.
Hanging at his neck was a dark amulet. It was cut out of obsidian, and on it, cut in deep, white lines, was the symbol of Syn-- a single skull. This amulet was only to be worn by the Beloved of Syn, and any others who wore it were to be cursed with never-ending bad fortune, but still many tried to take it, for to the wearer it brought almost an immunity to the goddess, letting you live a life of no despair and only good fortune.
There were similar amulets for the other four gods and goddesses-- Kyreneth, Ciritha, Thantos, and Kieran. Their amulets had almost a similar effect, but it varied from every one.
Kyreneth's, as the god of fighting and war, gave the wearer an advantage in wars. Ciritha's, as the goddess of healing and nature, gave you a talent for healing others. Thantos's, as the goddess of protection and wisdom, gave you wisdom. With hers, she would help you in times of need. Kieran's, as the god of good fortune and happiness, gave you a life of good fortune. But, if you stole an amulet from the Beloved of the Gods, it would be cursed to you, and reverse the effect.
"A war within the bloods is begining,"Syn said softly, for she knew what that meant. Gods would side with their Beloved, and total chaos would wreck over the country.
"I know," Demitri replied simply, and then Syn nodded.
"Good."
She pulled her hood back up, masking her face, and then stepped back into the shadows, where she disappeared. Demitri then knew shee was gone, and that was probably going to be the last time he saw his mother in a long time.
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Chapter l.
"Are her ropes tight 'nough?"
"Should be."
"Good."
Alyssa opened her eyes. The room in front of her blurred, but then focused. Her head was throbbing, and she could remember nothing of the previous night; not why she came here or how she came here.
She looked at the men in front of her, and tried to jump back in surprise, but the thick, waxy, damp-smelling rope held her down.
There were two highly unattractive men standing half way across the cavern, conversing.
The first one was much taller then the other. His hair jutted out of a brown hat, which was as tattered and dirty as the rest of his clothes. He was a slim, bony figure, not unlike a skeleton straight from the grave. His skin was yellowed and covered with a dirty, greasy substance like that holding his hair together in the spikes that escaped the hat. His eyes were hollowed and sunken, and appeared a dirty green color. Yes, much like a skeleton, Alyssa thought.
The second man was shorter, and he appeared younger, around his mid-thirties, while the other one looked at least in his mid-fourties. His skin was the same yellowed color, but his face was the opposite of the other one. His cheeks puffed out, and his dirty green eyes appeared to bulge. He had a scar down the left side of his face, holding one eye at a wierd half-open half-closed position. Instead of being bone-thin, this one appeared to be self-indulgent. His stomach pressed out upon his dirty, hole-filled clothing (which was definitly worse then the first's), and in some places, spilled out.
They were caught up in conversation, but at one time they peeked a glance at Alyssa, and upon seeking she was awake, stopped talking.
"She awakes!" the shorter one said, happily.
"Quiet, Clyde," the other one said grumpily, swatting Clide on the head.
"Sorry, boss," Clyde said, now looking not as happy.
The Boss nodded, content, and then turned to Alyssa. "What your name be?" he said, in very bad english. Alyssa paused for a moment, trying to think of a good alias, and then said,
"Amelia Drow."
Alyssa was taught long ago to never give your name out to enemies, or, in this case, people who you were sure were not your friends. Alyssa usually used a name that could belong to a low blood, since her own blood, a high blood, was much more valuable then a low blood was.
There was not really much differance between the three bloods-- High, middle, and low.
The high bloods, decended from the ancient high kings, just believed themselves to be better then the other two bloods.
The middle and low bloods were decended from the subjects of the high kings, and there was no differance between them. You were ranked by your social status; the higher it is the more likely you are to be a midblood. The lower it is, the more likely you are to be a lowblood.
"'right, 'iss Amelia," the boss said, grabbing Alyssa by the elbow and hauling her to her feet.
"Our 'isstress will be seeing you."
Clyde stepped forewords, armed with a large spear. He prodded Alyssa in the back, urging her into a dark, narrow opening in the wall.
She stepped inside, disappointed to see that it did not get any wider, but, instead, smaller. The tunnel was just wider then her shoulders, but rose far above her head. The walls glisened with a sticky substance, and Alyssa tried her best not to touch it.
After what seemed like a lifetime, Alyssa found herself facing a wide wooden door. Black swirls outlined the base and sides, and painted in the middle was an ancient curse. (insert ancient curse here in italics), which loosly translated to (insert what it translates to in italics here). Alyssa shivered, caused by fear and a dark chill that came from the room beyond the door.
Clyde opened the door slowly, then pushed Alyssa in, slamming the door behind her. Alyssa took a moment to study the room, which was almost double the size of the previous one.
It was another room of stone. These walls glisened with not slime but tiny jewels etched into the walls, tracing patters of stars and swirls. The jewels were dark colors, and most were black, though there were also various shades of blue and purple.
There was nothing touching the walls, and there was hardly anything at all in the room. In the middle of the chamber sat a dark wooden desk, about the same color as the door, and two chairs.
The chair on the side closest to the door, where Alyssa stood, was open. In the other, though, sat a tall woman.
She was much more attractive then the other two people Alyssa had met. She was much taller then her, though probably shorter then the boss, and sat erect like a princess.
Her hair fell down in layers upon her back; like layers of soft, shimmery black silk. The back ended around midwaist, but short bangs hung until right above her eyes.
She wore a black, tight-fitting garmet. It's sleeves ended right above her wrists, and the entire bodice was covered in layers of the thick material. The bottom half was like a dress, falling around her in a never-ending trail (or train... whatever). It had a coller that stuck up to her chin, illuminating her pale skin, and blending into her pitch-black hair.
Her fingers tapped quietly against the wooden desk. They seemed longer then a humans, and her fingernails were painted black and filed into perfect black claws.
With a shudder, Alyssa stepped forewords, deciding to face her fate sooner, rather then later.
Immidiatly the tapping stopped, and the woman looked up at Alyssa with pure, terrifying black eyes that held no kindness.
"Hello," she said, in a voice much too cheery to fit her looks. Her voice was soft, lathered in a soft music-like tune that made Alyssa sleepy.
"My name is Medea," she continued, smiling. "You must be Amelia Drow."
Alyssa was confused with this turn of events, being sure that Medea was a sorceress, and could only manage a nod.
Medea continued smiling, and started to again talk, but Alyssa found herself dragged into the sound of Medea's voice, and could not hear what she was saying.
The sound drifted lazily around her, filling her with its music. She found herself begin to smile, dragged into a dark sleep.
She suddenly pulled back, snapped back to her senses by a burning sensation. It came from a reddish amulet that hung on her chest, and it glowed fiercly. Alyssa stepped away from Medea.
"You're a witch," She stated. It wasn't a question.
Medea blinked once, and the room exploded.
Chapter 2.
Alyssa woke up, opening her eyes slowly as if it pained her to do so. She blinked a few times while trying to recollect her thoughts.
She remembered a flash of red and orange, and then everything went black.
Then she remembered.
She stood up, looking at the wreckage. There was a pile of rubble, rocks varying from Pebbles to boulders, but no sign of her captors.
