Post by Eowyn Skywalker on May 9, 2004 20:22:31 GMT -5
Alas, you shall all run away scared now, as I'M posting a tale on here now. It is PG for inevitable violence, nothing more. This is but the prologue now, so do not judge.
It is also quite Sci-fi, with an air of fantasy mixed in. So do read, and it shall become clear as to the plot soon enough. Mwha-ha-ha... oh yeah. The STORY... right.
In the dark of a room, a shimmering hologram shone, lighting up the darkness, but only faintly. A younger woman was portrayed, or looked somewhat younger, for her eyes were that of one who had seen much, and knew much.
Her name was Jher’aa Liiynn Carabii, of Duuran-Carath 4.
One was there, who, unlike the others, as not there of his own free will, and the face of Jher’aa, he memorized. The look of her face had to remain in his mind, or lose everything he knew of her, his past, everything. Jher’aa was his last hope.
And his name was Ellan Daarnur of Den-Carath Minor.
The hologram shimmered in the dim light, it was a candid shot of the one it portrayed, though she was still a fair one to behold. The dim light cast an eerie shadow over the room, though it fit the strange shadows therein.
But Ellan was not to be seen in light. He wrapped shadows about himself like a cloak, as trying to hide from that which was inevitable. Jher’aa had the same shadow cast to her, though, with the picture, the darkness about her wasn’t as obvious. And the shadow gave them their name, Shadowcast.
They were the people of the shadow, and the shadow hid them. Shadows were their ally, and the reason they were hunted. And those of Mithan Flame did their job well. Commander Terreth Nellan of Den-Milliioth was not one to underestimate. And those of the shadow were all but gone now.
Commander Terreth. A taller man, with hawk’s eyes, and a sharp nose. And not one to be taken lightly. His one goal in life-- to hunt down those of the shadow, the last remnent of the past, the past that was all but gone.
Only the future lay ahead now, but what lay in that future for those of the past?
“The last one with any power against the inevitable future. She holds back, why can’t she see that there is no way to stop the power that rises, the power that we hold.” Commander Terreth spoke now, his voice firm, and heavy with power. It dripped with contempt for the one who’s image hovered in a holo-picture in front of his face.
Ellan studied her close. Years had gone by since he had last seen her... many years, or so it seemed. How long has it been since my capture? the young man wondered. His hair was flaxen, and his eyes a light blue, like that of the desert sky and sand. He was short, shorter than Terreth, whose height was near six standard feet, an old unit of measure. In many ways they were the opposite.
Dark vs. light, short vs. tall-- the two contered each other in many ways. Commander Terreth had dark eyes, with a fire gleaming within them, while Ellan had a clear white light from within.
“You knew her well.” Terreth flexed his fingers, his voice dripping in sarcasm. “You loved her.”
Ellan turned his blue eyes to the taller one beside him, the shadow around him seeming to clothe his in mist. “And yet you still care for her too, or she’d have suffered long ago. Or is Jher’aa that powerful, Commander.”
“Keep that tone from your voice, Ellan Carabii. It is by luck alone that you still live here. And I will not tolerate you keeping her in your heart longer. It’s time to finish what I started so many years ago.”
“Don’t you remember what happened last time you underestimated Jher’aa?” There was a pain in Ellan’s voice, he remembered well what had happened. “She is that powerful.”
“Ah.” Terrath turned to Ellan. “Then you do still have feelings for her.”
Ellan looked down; did not speak for a moment. “No.”
“Then prove it.” Terrath spat the words out as if they were poison.
Ellan flinched, and closed his eyes for a moment. The shadow surrounding him for one bare moment grew thicker, as a reaction to his mood, and to the magic aura that surrounded him when he used his powers. “Jher’aa Carabii is powerful. There is little I can do.”
“So says you.” Terrath tightened his fist. “You will go and bring her to me, or, by your avoidance of the task, will only succeed in proving that you stilll have feelings for her.”
In the dark of the room the holo showed clear, and reflected the distress on Ellan’s face. He closed his eyes, and burned into his mind the picture of Jher’aa, for he knew it would be one of the last times he seen her alive. “All right.” A sadness in his voice, he dreaded that which he had to do.
Terrath grew a smile, a faint one, but a smile nonetheless. “Good. Then you will go and bring her to me.”
Ellan bowed slightly. “As you wish.”
In the darkness of the room, no one noticed a shadowy figure detach itself from the wall, and disappear into the night shadows.
To be continued...
It is also quite Sci-fi, with an air of fantasy mixed in. So do read, and it shall become clear as to the plot soon enough. Mwha-ha-ha... oh yeah. The STORY... right.
Shadowcast Traveler
Prologue
In the dark of a room, a shimmering hologram shone, lighting up the darkness, but only faintly. A younger woman was portrayed, or looked somewhat younger, for her eyes were that of one who had seen much, and knew much.
Her name was Jher’aa Liiynn Carabii, of Duuran-Carath 4.
One was there, who, unlike the others, as not there of his own free will, and the face of Jher’aa, he memorized. The look of her face had to remain in his mind, or lose everything he knew of her, his past, everything. Jher’aa was his last hope.
And his name was Ellan Daarnur of Den-Carath Minor.
The hologram shimmered in the dim light, it was a candid shot of the one it portrayed, though she was still a fair one to behold. The dim light cast an eerie shadow over the room, though it fit the strange shadows therein.
But Ellan was not to be seen in light. He wrapped shadows about himself like a cloak, as trying to hide from that which was inevitable. Jher’aa had the same shadow cast to her, though, with the picture, the darkness about her wasn’t as obvious. And the shadow gave them their name, Shadowcast.
They were the people of the shadow, and the shadow hid them. Shadows were their ally, and the reason they were hunted. And those of Mithan Flame did their job well. Commander Terreth Nellan of Den-Milliioth was not one to underestimate. And those of the shadow were all but gone now.
Commander Terreth. A taller man, with hawk’s eyes, and a sharp nose. And not one to be taken lightly. His one goal in life-- to hunt down those of the shadow, the last remnent of the past, the past that was all but gone.
Only the future lay ahead now, but what lay in that future for those of the past?
“The last one with any power against the inevitable future. She holds back, why can’t she see that there is no way to stop the power that rises, the power that we hold.” Commander Terreth spoke now, his voice firm, and heavy with power. It dripped with contempt for the one who’s image hovered in a holo-picture in front of his face.
Ellan studied her close. Years had gone by since he had last seen her... many years, or so it seemed. How long has it been since my capture? the young man wondered. His hair was flaxen, and his eyes a light blue, like that of the desert sky and sand. He was short, shorter than Terreth, whose height was near six standard feet, an old unit of measure. In many ways they were the opposite.
Dark vs. light, short vs. tall-- the two contered each other in many ways. Commander Terreth had dark eyes, with a fire gleaming within them, while Ellan had a clear white light from within.
“You knew her well.” Terreth flexed his fingers, his voice dripping in sarcasm. “You loved her.”
Ellan turned his blue eyes to the taller one beside him, the shadow around him seeming to clothe his in mist. “And yet you still care for her too, or she’d have suffered long ago. Or is Jher’aa that powerful, Commander.”
“Keep that tone from your voice, Ellan Carabii. It is by luck alone that you still live here. And I will not tolerate you keeping her in your heart longer. It’s time to finish what I started so many years ago.”
“Don’t you remember what happened last time you underestimated Jher’aa?” There was a pain in Ellan’s voice, he remembered well what had happened. “She is that powerful.”
“Ah.” Terrath turned to Ellan. “Then you do still have feelings for her.”
Ellan looked down; did not speak for a moment. “No.”
“Then prove it.” Terrath spat the words out as if they were poison.
Ellan flinched, and closed his eyes for a moment. The shadow surrounding him for one bare moment grew thicker, as a reaction to his mood, and to the magic aura that surrounded him when he used his powers. “Jher’aa Carabii is powerful. There is little I can do.”
“So says you.” Terrath tightened his fist. “You will go and bring her to me, or, by your avoidance of the task, will only succeed in proving that you stilll have feelings for her.”
In the dark of the room the holo showed clear, and reflected the distress on Ellan’s face. He closed his eyes, and burned into his mind the picture of Jher’aa, for he knew it would be one of the last times he seen her alive. “All right.” A sadness in his voice, he dreaded that which he had to do.
Terrath grew a smile, a faint one, but a smile nonetheless. “Good. Then you will go and bring her to me.”
Ellan bowed slightly. “As you wish.”
In the darkness of the room, no one noticed a shadowy figure detach itself from the wall, and disappear into the night shadows.
To be continued...
