Post by ciryator on May 8, 2007 18:48:07 GMT -5
Here is the first chapter to my first book in my trilogy 'the black sword trilogy'. Brutaly honest!
One:
The coming of new pupils
Shinnarah walked down the corridor after watching Jacinda help a younger pupil find his master. That elf is always ruining our fun. Thought the elf. Shinnarah was thought to become a Chosen One soon, and she was hopeful. She joined ed Chosen Ones in all their activities.- including bullying younger elves, and taking them down. But Jacinda always found some way to stop them And the infuriating thing is, continued Shinnarah with her line of thought, is that she does it in such a way that she can’t get in trouble for it. She glared after Jacinda as she walked down the corridor toward the Hall of Meetings. Since Jacinda, there had been one new addition to the Academy of Young Elves. Seregon, an elf which Jacinda had defended in a sticky situation and now felt indebted to her, She could always be found somewhere near Jacinda, waiting for a chance to repay Jacinda for the favor she felt she owed her.
Shinnarah decided that as soon as she became a Chosen one, she’d get rid of Jacinda and her little friend once and for all. A master’s voice broke though her reverie- she had walked in to the Hall with out quite realizing it.
“My Pupils,” quoth the Master Scholar, “Before we begin our learnings and teachings, we must greet two new Pupils,” he said, resting his hands on the shoulders of two young Elves, on a make one one female. “This is Bregpeng, and Hazel Storm. Treat them with kindness and civility.” Bregpeng was tall, with brown hair and ice blue eyes. There was an auroa of stern kindness about him, and you felt that you could trust him. He carried a bow, which was long and carved with fantastic beauty. Hazel Storm was different from other elves. She had something about her that didn’t feel quite Elven. Her skin, while most elves. While most elves had skin which was ivory white, she had a very slight tan, and her face had a certain ruggedness- it wasn’t has delicately molded as most elves. It was chiseled and hardened by strong feelings and hard weather. But her dark brown eyes informed all that looked into them that fire kindled there, and warned not to stir it up. She carried a sword slung on her back, across a shield carved with strange markings. “Go to your studies now,” said the master, and the two elves leaped from the small platform on which they had been standing. Hazel Storm ran down the Hall, while Bregpeng walked. Seregon trotted over to Jacinda. “Well, what do you think about that?” “About what?” asked Jacinda. “Two more fellow Pupils.” replied Seregon. “Oh. I think I saw some of the Chosen Ones get nasty grins on their fine faces.” Seregon chuckled musically. “Really? I thought I saw one wither away under Hazel Storm’s rock-hard glare.” Jacinda laughed. “Good. One less for me to worry about.” “May I ask you a question?” inquired Seregon. “You just did, but go ahead.” Said Jacinda as the two friends trotted down the Hall of Meetings toward the Hall of Swordsmanship. “Why do you always stand up for the weak and small, when you could very easily lose your head over the matter- and I mean that literally?” Jacinda shrugged. “I can’t help it. I just cant stand to see those snobs picking on people. “I understand…oh look. There’s one starting on Hazel Storm now.” They had entered the Hall of Swordsmanship now, and Hazel Storm was getting picked on.
“Do you think you can just stand there and stare at me ? Do you find enjoyment in it? Do you think you belong here?” said a Chosen One, called Jaardan. It looked like this had been going on for a while. Hazel Storm blinked at him. “To answer your questions, Yes I think I can just stand here and stare at you. I have every ability and resources to accomplish that. And no I don’t find enjoyment in it- the new is much better elsewhere. I wouldn’t even be looking at you if you weren’t in my face.” replied Hazel Strom, coolly, while she twirled her sword in a circle beside her. It made a dangerous hum as it whizzed through the air. “Oh, are you going to play smart with me? Does you tiny brain realize that this would get you in trouble?” People were watching now. Most elves just moved. This new one wasn’t . Hazel Storm raised her eyebrows. “I did not think that my words implied insult. I was simply exercising proper edicet and answering your questions. So, no, I am not ‘playing smart’- I was just being polite- unlike certain elves.” The hum grew louder as the blade flew faster. Jaardan was getting angry now. “Listen, New One, You cant go unpunished for disrespect.” “Not many can.” stated Hazel Storm. “You are beginning to annoy me. Aren’t we supposed to be learning?” He thought he could get her into trouble with a master, but Hazel Storm rolled under that too. “I thought we were. I for one am finding this whole experience very enlightening.” The Chosen One was desperate to make her lose her temper. She was making him lose face in front of many other Chosen Ones. “Then you must not know much, do you? Unintelligence, I‘ve heard, is hereditary-“ He never finished the sentence. Hazel Storm stopped whirling her sword, and her fierce brown eyes were flashing, her muscles tense. The sword was resting on the antagonizer’s collarbone. “I would not finish that if I were you.
It seems apparent that you want make me lose my temper. This is a bad idea.” She enunciated each syllable of the last sentence very carefully. “Are you challenging me to a duel?” asked Jaardan, with some shock. “It would be preferable to listening to your drivel and jargon for the rest of the day.” “Elves have died insulting me.” Said the Chosen One, his voice betraying the anger he attempted to hide as well as his adversary. “Elves and Men alike have died trying to get me killed.” Replied Hazel Storm in a dangerously even tone. They strode to the center of the green turf, Hazel Storm still twirling the sword, the hum was deep and drilled itself into the chest of all close by. As was the usual custom, the two contestants gave some word or phrase as a final challenge to the opponent. “May my strength knock some sense into your pitiful mind.” Spat the Chosen One. “May my sword Erathane shatter your weak skull and spatter the rocks with your ignoble blood.” The chosen ones’ eyes boggled. “I might have spared your pitiful life had you not said that.” Hazel Storm looked up to the sky as if searching for patience there. “Such arrogance.” She sighed. Then, with out warning, she spun around and caught Jaardan’s blade in mid swing. Then she broke lose and jumped over him, slashing down at eh same time. Jaardan tried to leap and block, but was caught in Hazel Storms’ trap. She feinted toward his neck, then swished across to his back She scored open his leather backing before her feet touched the ground.
She was standing, resting her sword tip on the soft earth as her opponent sprawled on the floor, his sword flying.
Hazel Storm looked down on him, her features dripping with contempt. "Gramercy for sparing my pitiful life." said she, drolly. Jaaran was too shocked to say anything as Hazel Storm spun on her heel and walked away. Jacinda looked at Seregon. "Shall we go greet our new fellow pupil?" Seregon chuckled. "It looked like she was the master- not the pupil." Jacinda laughed as they ran up to the victor. Hazel Storm turned. "Suilda," she said. "Suilad," replied Jacinda and Seregon. "We jus wish to compliment you on your victory." Hazel Storm smiled."Thank yoiu. Although I suspect her will try to make me regret it." Sregon nodded. "I would be careful who I defeated if i weew you- if you get my meaning." "I think i do- if i make a vertain brat whine, mother comes a-runnin. Right? "Right." said Seregon. "May i have the honor of knowing whom i am addressing?" inquired Hazel Storm. "Of course," said Jacinda. "I am Jacinda Althea, and this is Seregon." Hazel Storm nodded. "I guess you know my name, but just call me Hazel. " Just call me Jacinda," said Jacinda. "I will."
"Will you walk with us?" asked Seregon. "With pleasure."
As they walked, they passed Bregpeng. He was having trouble with Chosen Ones as well. "You will never lean the sword." spat a chosen one contemptuously. "You are as helpless as a child." At that moment, Bregpen whipped around, knocked an arrow, and it left his bow before anyone could blink. The arrow pinned the Chosen one to the tree he was standing next to by his tunic shoulder. Bregpeng walked the short distance and pulled the arrow out of the tree. "Do not underestimate me simply because I have had no training with metal sticks." he warned, then walked away. Hazel Raised her eyebrows. "Nice One." she said. "I agree with you." said Seregon. looking after Bregpeng as he walked away. "Shall we warn him of the Chosen Ones power? I would hate for him to go get his head ripped off." said Hazel. Jacinda nodded. "Good idea." Jacinda, Hazel, and Seregon ran to catch up with Bregpeng. "Nice show back there." commented Hazel. Bregpend bowed his head in thanks. "You too. I always love the look of total shock." Seregon chuckled. "Although," she said, "It would be wise to watch who you whip." "They have power- unfair that it is, they have it- and will use it to push around people 'under' them." Bregpeng scowled. "I would like to know why this is." Jacinda, Hazel and Seregon's faces shadowed. "As do i>" said Seregon, darkly. "I suspect treason. I want to know more, but with out the resources, we can do little." There was a moment of silence, then Bregpeng said, "We should not speak of such things here. Besides, I do not know you names- except Hazel Storm's." After the proper introductions were made, Jacinda said, "We all have studies to attend to- we should get to them before a Master catches us. Let' s meet at the Mallorn Tree after we are done for the day." The others accepted the plan, and they went about their business.
And as they jogged to their studies, they all had respect and admiration for eachother, and had a feeling that an unbreakable bond would soon be forged between them.
One:
The coming of new pupils
Shinnarah walked down the corridor after watching Jacinda help a younger pupil find his master. That elf is always ruining our fun. Thought the elf. Shinnarah was thought to become a Chosen One soon, and she was hopeful. She joined ed Chosen Ones in all their activities.- including bullying younger elves, and taking them down. But Jacinda always found some way to stop them And the infuriating thing is, continued Shinnarah with her line of thought, is that she does it in such a way that she can’t get in trouble for it. She glared after Jacinda as she walked down the corridor toward the Hall of Meetings. Since Jacinda, there had been one new addition to the Academy of Young Elves. Seregon, an elf which Jacinda had defended in a sticky situation and now felt indebted to her, She could always be found somewhere near Jacinda, waiting for a chance to repay Jacinda for the favor she felt she owed her.
Shinnarah decided that as soon as she became a Chosen one, she’d get rid of Jacinda and her little friend once and for all. A master’s voice broke though her reverie- she had walked in to the Hall with out quite realizing it.
“My Pupils,” quoth the Master Scholar, “Before we begin our learnings and teachings, we must greet two new Pupils,” he said, resting his hands on the shoulders of two young Elves, on a make one one female. “This is Bregpeng, and Hazel Storm. Treat them with kindness and civility.” Bregpeng was tall, with brown hair and ice blue eyes. There was an auroa of stern kindness about him, and you felt that you could trust him. He carried a bow, which was long and carved with fantastic beauty. Hazel Storm was different from other elves. She had something about her that didn’t feel quite Elven. Her skin, while most elves. While most elves had skin which was ivory white, she had a very slight tan, and her face had a certain ruggedness- it wasn’t has delicately molded as most elves. It was chiseled and hardened by strong feelings and hard weather. But her dark brown eyes informed all that looked into them that fire kindled there, and warned not to stir it up. She carried a sword slung on her back, across a shield carved with strange markings. “Go to your studies now,” said the master, and the two elves leaped from the small platform on which they had been standing. Hazel Storm ran down the Hall, while Bregpeng walked. Seregon trotted over to Jacinda. “Well, what do you think about that?” “About what?” asked Jacinda. “Two more fellow Pupils.” replied Seregon. “Oh. I think I saw some of the Chosen Ones get nasty grins on their fine faces.” Seregon chuckled musically. “Really? I thought I saw one wither away under Hazel Storm’s rock-hard glare.” Jacinda laughed. “Good. One less for me to worry about.” “May I ask you a question?” inquired Seregon. “You just did, but go ahead.” Said Jacinda as the two friends trotted down the Hall of Meetings toward the Hall of Swordsmanship. “Why do you always stand up for the weak and small, when you could very easily lose your head over the matter- and I mean that literally?” Jacinda shrugged. “I can’t help it. I just cant stand to see those snobs picking on people. “I understand…oh look. There’s one starting on Hazel Storm now.” They had entered the Hall of Swordsmanship now, and Hazel Storm was getting picked on.
“Do you think you can just stand there and stare at me ? Do you find enjoyment in it? Do you think you belong here?” said a Chosen One, called Jaardan. It looked like this had been going on for a while. Hazel Storm blinked at him. “To answer your questions, Yes I think I can just stand here and stare at you. I have every ability and resources to accomplish that. And no I don’t find enjoyment in it- the new is much better elsewhere. I wouldn’t even be looking at you if you weren’t in my face.” replied Hazel Strom, coolly, while she twirled her sword in a circle beside her. It made a dangerous hum as it whizzed through the air. “Oh, are you going to play smart with me? Does you tiny brain realize that this would get you in trouble?” People were watching now. Most elves just moved. This new one wasn’t . Hazel Storm raised her eyebrows. “I did not think that my words implied insult. I was simply exercising proper edicet and answering your questions. So, no, I am not ‘playing smart’- I was just being polite- unlike certain elves.” The hum grew louder as the blade flew faster. Jaardan was getting angry now. “Listen, New One, You cant go unpunished for disrespect.” “Not many can.” stated Hazel Storm. “You are beginning to annoy me. Aren’t we supposed to be learning?” He thought he could get her into trouble with a master, but Hazel Storm rolled under that too. “I thought we were. I for one am finding this whole experience very enlightening.” The Chosen One was desperate to make her lose her temper. She was making him lose face in front of many other Chosen Ones. “Then you must not know much, do you? Unintelligence, I‘ve heard, is hereditary-“ He never finished the sentence. Hazel Storm stopped whirling her sword, and her fierce brown eyes were flashing, her muscles tense. The sword was resting on the antagonizer’s collarbone. “I would not finish that if I were you.
It seems apparent that you want make me lose my temper. This is a bad idea.” She enunciated each syllable of the last sentence very carefully. “Are you challenging me to a duel?” asked Jaardan, with some shock. “It would be preferable to listening to your drivel and jargon for the rest of the day.” “Elves have died insulting me.” Said the Chosen One, his voice betraying the anger he attempted to hide as well as his adversary. “Elves and Men alike have died trying to get me killed.” Replied Hazel Storm in a dangerously even tone. They strode to the center of the green turf, Hazel Storm still twirling the sword, the hum was deep and drilled itself into the chest of all close by. As was the usual custom, the two contestants gave some word or phrase as a final challenge to the opponent. “May my strength knock some sense into your pitiful mind.” Spat the Chosen One. “May my sword Erathane shatter your weak skull and spatter the rocks with your ignoble blood.” The chosen ones’ eyes boggled. “I might have spared your pitiful life had you not said that.” Hazel Storm looked up to the sky as if searching for patience there. “Such arrogance.” She sighed. Then, with out warning, she spun around and caught Jaardan’s blade in mid swing. Then she broke lose and jumped over him, slashing down at eh same time. Jaardan tried to leap and block, but was caught in Hazel Storms’ trap. She feinted toward his neck, then swished across to his back She scored open his leather backing before her feet touched the ground.
She was standing, resting her sword tip on the soft earth as her opponent sprawled on the floor, his sword flying.
Hazel Storm looked down on him, her features dripping with contempt. "Gramercy for sparing my pitiful life." said she, drolly. Jaaran was too shocked to say anything as Hazel Storm spun on her heel and walked away. Jacinda looked at Seregon. "Shall we go greet our new fellow pupil?" Seregon chuckled. "It looked like she was the master- not the pupil." Jacinda laughed as they ran up to the victor. Hazel Storm turned. "Suilda," she said. "Suilad," replied Jacinda and Seregon. "We jus wish to compliment you on your victory." Hazel Storm smiled."Thank yoiu. Although I suspect her will try to make me regret it." Sregon nodded. "I would be careful who I defeated if i weew you- if you get my meaning." "I think i do- if i make a vertain brat whine, mother comes a-runnin. Right? "Right." said Seregon. "May i have the honor of knowing whom i am addressing?" inquired Hazel Storm. "Of course," said Jacinda. "I am Jacinda Althea, and this is Seregon." Hazel Storm nodded. "I guess you know my name, but just call me Hazel. " Just call me Jacinda," said Jacinda. "I will."
"Will you walk with us?" asked Seregon. "With pleasure."
As they walked, they passed Bregpeng. He was having trouble with Chosen Ones as well. "You will never lean the sword." spat a chosen one contemptuously. "You are as helpless as a child." At that moment, Bregpen whipped around, knocked an arrow, and it left his bow before anyone could blink. The arrow pinned the Chosen one to the tree he was standing next to by his tunic shoulder. Bregpeng walked the short distance and pulled the arrow out of the tree. "Do not underestimate me simply because I have had no training with metal sticks." he warned, then walked away. Hazel Raised her eyebrows. "Nice One." she said. "I agree with you." said Seregon. looking after Bregpeng as he walked away. "Shall we warn him of the Chosen Ones power? I would hate for him to go get his head ripped off." said Hazel. Jacinda nodded. "Good idea." Jacinda, Hazel, and Seregon ran to catch up with Bregpeng. "Nice show back there." commented Hazel. Bregpend bowed his head in thanks. "You too. I always love the look of total shock." Seregon chuckled. "Although," she said, "It would be wise to watch who you whip." "They have power- unfair that it is, they have it- and will use it to push around people 'under' them." Bregpeng scowled. "I would like to know why this is." Jacinda, Hazel and Seregon's faces shadowed. "As do i>" said Seregon, darkly. "I suspect treason. I want to know more, but with out the resources, we can do little." There was a moment of silence, then Bregpeng said, "We should not speak of such things here. Besides, I do not know you names- except Hazel Storm's." After the proper introductions were made, Jacinda said, "We all have studies to attend to- we should get to them before a Master catches us. Let' s meet at the Mallorn Tree after we are done for the day." The others accepted the plan, and they went about their business.
And as they jogged to their studies, they all had respect and admiration for eachother, and had a feeling that an unbreakable bond would soon be forged between them.