The Introduction~
She ran. Her breath escaped her lips in clouds that evaperated into nothing. She had to make it, her time was running out. Her kingdom was in danger. This would deterime the fall or rise of her land. Her arms swung with the rythim of her body. Her mockisons were soaked by the snow that caked the bottom of them. Her entire body ached with the pain, the torture that she had received over the past few years. She frowned, Alelxander would not win this war.
She would be sure of it. If there is one thing she had her heart set on, it was winning the war that was soon coming. She had heard of Alexander's plan, and had to warm them. She had too. She held the note in her hand and had made it to the owl post. She turned, her eyes gleaming with a bit of hope as a white owl nestled cozily on its rail. She moved over to it, and wrapped the note around its foot and gently nudged it off the rail, it flew, far out of her sight in minutes, as if the winged creature knew of her plight. She smiled with relief and turned to go.
She smiled with an overwhelming thought of success. She had done it. Her former companions would hear of her distress, they would know she is still alive. They would know to come and save her. She would be free at long last. Though the echoe of his laughter chilled her to the bone as she turned around. The great wizard stood before her, his hands folded gently across his chest, his black robes billowed in the wind, and his gold chain of authority gleamed as the setting of the sun had fallen upon it.
He approached her, and snapped his fingers. Strange and dark branches rose up from the ground and wrapped the princess by her arms, feet and legs, and yanked her down to the ground with such force it made her teeth rattle. She glared at him, a new hope had rosen in her gut. She knew that nothing this menace could do would stop her now, or for the matter stop the company that would come in search of them. The wizard's mouth curled into a tight frown as he struck the grin off of her face and bent down, his cold eyes to match hers.
“You think you got away with it princess?” He hissed, his voice lost to that of the darkness of the void. “You shall suffer for your insabourdination.”
With that, the two traveled back to the palace, in the Northern Western Realm, the dark world, in Amaran, the two nearest kingdoms being Anuchi, (to the west) and Zantar (to the east) connected together by the great land bridge, and the Voldairian (islands to the south.) The owl stretched its wings and flew, for days, weather, nor rain, nor the ravens that followed his trail could stop his quest. He landed quietly at the next open rail in the owl post, in the eastern land of Zantar, the owl hooted as it saw several villagers that made its way to and from the owl post. It quirked its head, wondering if any civilian would find the note attached to his foot.
The note read: I'm Still Alive. It was signed P.R. T
The Owl would wait until the note had been removed from anyone that took notice.
She ran. Her breath escaped her lips in clouds that evaperated into nothing. She had to make it, her time was running out. Her kingdom was in danger. This would deterime the fall or rise of her land. Her arms swung with the rythim of her body. Her mockisons were soaked by the snow that caked the bottom of them. Her entire body ached with the pain, the torture that she had received over the past few years. She frowned, Alelxander would not win this war.
She would be sure of it. If there is one thing she had her heart set on, it was winning the war that was soon coming. She had heard of Alexander's plan, and had to warm them. She had too. She held the note in her hand and had made it to the owl post. She turned, her eyes gleaming with a bit of hope as a white owl nestled cozily on its rail. She moved over to it, and wrapped the note around its foot and gently nudged it off the rail, it flew, far out of her sight in minutes, as if the winged creature knew of her plight. She smiled with relief and turned to go.
She smiled with an overwhelming thought of success. She had done it. Her former companions would hear of her distress, they would know she is still alive. They would know to come and save her. She would be free at long last. Though the echoe of his laughter chilled her to the bone as she turned around. The great wizard stood before her, his hands folded gently across his chest, his black robes billowed in the wind, and his gold chain of authority gleamed as the setting of the sun had fallen upon it.
He approached her, and snapped his fingers. Strange and dark branches rose up from the ground and wrapped the princess by her arms, feet and legs, and yanked her down to the ground with such force it made her teeth rattle. She glared at him, a new hope had rosen in her gut. She knew that nothing this menace could do would stop her now, or for the matter stop the company that would come in search of them. The wizard's mouth curled into a tight frown as he struck the grin off of her face and bent down, his cold eyes to match hers.
“You think you got away with it princess?” He hissed, his voice lost to that of the darkness of the void. “You shall suffer for your insabourdination.”
With that, the two traveled back to the palace, in the Northern Western Realm, the dark world, in Amaran, the two nearest kingdoms being Anuchi, (to the west) and Zantar (to the east) connected together by the great land bridge, and the Voldairian (islands to the south.) The owl stretched its wings and flew, for days, weather, nor rain, nor the ravens that followed his trail could stop his quest. He landed quietly at the next open rail in the owl post, in the eastern land of Zantar, the owl hooted as it saw several villagers that made its way to and from the owl post. It quirked its head, wondering if any civilian would find the note attached to his foot.
The note read: I'm Still Alive. It was signed P.R. T
The Owl would wait until the note had been removed from anyone that took notice.
