Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2010 8:12:45 GMT -5
This is a new story by me that I plan to write very, very quickly. Please try not to break the flow of my posting, thankayou.
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The sun rose from the grip of the Ironwood Trees in the distance, slowly floating through the morning sky. As the Dalleon cried out, with an almighty roar, all the residents were woken from their noctural slumber to the beginning of a new day. Freya however did not wake, trapped in her own blissful reality. Freya had lived here, in the orphanage since she was 4. She was now 18 and with no prospect of a parent, so decided to stay and help the other orphans. 14 years of sorrow and pain had taken their toll. Freya was now a cold emotionless being, at least emotionless of happiness and joy.
Freya had been put in the orpanage by the Hybra, the local counciller that been in charge through the great war between their country of Cecili, and the nautically local superpower of Aspellion. In that war, all Cecilian rights and privileges, had been lost to the ignorant and rankworthy ways of the Aspelites. With that all Cecilians were seen as slaves, nothing more than dirtkissers, but the orpans were even lower. This is why Freya was never adopted, she was unable to because she was the invisible statistic in this new land.
It had become unbearable though, the thought of the Aspelite orphans getting new homes, while the Cecilian orpans were locked away, as not to disgust the visiting company. This had been loggerheaded after Freya's 5th year, when the teens took action upon themselves, and killed all the Aspelites, in an attempt to be free of their torturous prison. They were freed, but of much more, as the guilty orpans were tied to the stooping block and lowered into the pit of the Giglioneer, a giant beast, told by legend to have fallen down a hole and wished to the Aspelites to be treated by a God in return for everlasting power. This was higher than capital punishment, of live dissection or the acid push, this was the insult of sacrifice too.
After that, the orpanage was made isolated, and the Aspelites made to leave the orpanage for the Golden Temple back in the Aspelite city of Rezler, and the orphange was never heard from again. The people that stayed were forced to live on corn feed and dirty water, excluded away from the canals.
Freya finally rose from her sleep aswell, prompted by one of the other carers. The soft words from her velvet lips replied, "What time is it?"
"It's only seven, don't worry," Replied the carer. Freya nodded and swung round, rubbing the sandman's dust from her eyes. As she rose to change into her work clothes, a scream heralded from the forest. Freya rushed to her window to look out into the sea of trees. A woman ran back banging on the door, pleading to the others to let her in. The door creaked open a fractional amount and the woman slipped through. A red glow penetrated through the foliage accompanied by a rhythmical crash, repating voer and over again. The bell began to toll, to indicate an emergency. Freya quickly changed and stormed downstairs to the gathering point. Some of the carers were crying as they were told the story of the woman that had escaped. ".....and they....they intend to burn us out now, so that they can build an outpost here..." Panted the woman.
"Where are the others though," asked the main carer.
"Dead." Was the reposte. Many of the children began to cry out in desperation, begging the carers with teary eyes not to leave them. The carers reassured the younglings that they would not be left behind, and with that the head carer turned to Freya. "There is a metal tunnel used to send crates down to the village below, take the children and leave now, or we will all die."
Freya's face turned pale with such extreme responsibilty, but she nodded and rounded up the children. "Follow me kids, we're getting out now!" She yelled over the riotous sounds. Another carer led them to the trapdoor. "I'm going with you," The carer whispered in Freya's ear. Freya nodded and indicated to stay at the back to make sure all the children left, as she grabbed the youngest girl and got in. The dark tunnel seemed to have no end as Freya pushed herself off and began to gain momentum down the dark tube. A series of clangs reassured Freya that the children were getting in safely, but a terrified scream echoing down the pipe did not. Freya held the child on her lap tight as to not lose her as the slamming of the door indicated that the place had been raided. As the children began to cry, Freya shouted back up to pipe, "Be quiet as you can or they'll find us too."
A series of acknowledging sounds echoed back down the pipe to her. Suddenly another scream from close by and a blinding light appeared, followed by a crash of copious amounts of metal. The pipe had given way, with all the kids in it. The blinding light appeared at the other end of the tunnel, rapidly approaching. Freya's grip on the child tightened further in fear of death. All that was known afterwards the awakening of the light all around them.
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The sun rose from the grip of the Ironwood Trees in the distance, slowly floating through the morning sky. As the Dalleon cried out, with an almighty roar, all the residents were woken from their noctural slumber to the beginning of a new day. Freya however did not wake, trapped in her own blissful reality. Freya had lived here, in the orphanage since she was 4. She was now 18 and with no prospect of a parent, so decided to stay and help the other orphans. 14 years of sorrow and pain had taken their toll. Freya was now a cold emotionless being, at least emotionless of happiness and joy.
Freya had been put in the orpanage by the Hybra, the local counciller that been in charge through the great war between their country of Cecili, and the nautically local superpower of Aspellion. In that war, all Cecilian rights and privileges, had been lost to the ignorant and rankworthy ways of the Aspelites. With that all Cecilians were seen as slaves, nothing more than dirtkissers, but the orpans were even lower. This is why Freya was never adopted, she was unable to because she was the invisible statistic in this new land.
It had become unbearable though, the thought of the Aspelite orphans getting new homes, while the Cecilian orpans were locked away, as not to disgust the visiting company. This had been loggerheaded after Freya's 5th year, when the teens took action upon themselves, and killed all the Aspelites, in an attempt to be free of their torturous prison. They were freed, but of much more, as the guilty orpans were tied to the stooping block and lowered into the pit of the Giglioneer, a giant beast, told by legend to have fallen down a hole and wished to the Aspelites to be treated by a God in return for everlasting power. This was higher than capital punishment, of live dissection or the acid push, this was the insult of sacrifice too.
After that, the orpanage was made isolated, and the Aspelites made to leave the orpanage for the Golden Temple back in the Aspelite city of Rezler, and the orphange was never heard from again. The people that stayed were forced to live on corn feed and dirty water, excluded away from the canals.
Freya finally rose from her sleep aswell, prompted by one of the other carers. The soft words from her velvet lips replied, "What time is it?"
"It's only seven, don't worry," Replied the carer. Freya nodded and swung round, rubbing the sandman's dust from her eyes. As she rose to change into her work clothes, a scream heralded from the forest. Freya rushed to her window to look out into the sea of trees. A woman ran back banging on the door, pleading to the others to let her in. The door creaked open a fractional amount and the woman slipped through. A red glow penetrated through the foliage accompanied by a rhythmical crash, repating voer and over again. The bell began to toll, to indicate an emergency. Freya quickly changed and stormed downstairs to the gathering point. Some of the carers were crying as they were told the story of the woman that had escaped. ".....and they....they intend to burn us out now, so that they can build an outpost here..." Panted the woman.
"Where are the others though," asked the main carer.
"Dead." Was the reposte. Many of the children began to cry out in desperation, begging the carers with teary eyes not to leave them. The carers reassured the younglings that they would not be left behind, and with that the head carer turned to Freya. "There is a metal tunnel used to send crates down to the village below, take the children and leave now, or we will all die."
Freya's face turned pale with such extreme responsibilty, but she nodded and rounded up the children. "Follow me kids, we're getting out now!" She yelled over the riotous sounds. Another carer led them to the trapdoor. "I'm going with you," The carer whispered in Freya's ear. Freya nodded and indicated to stay at the back to make sure all the children left, as she grabbed the youngest girl and got in. The dark tunnel seemed to have no end as Freya pushed herself off and began to gain momentum down the dark tube. A series of clangs reassured Freya that the children were getting in safely, but a terrified scream echoing down the pipe did not. Freya held the child on her lap tight as to not lose her as the slamming of the door indicated that the place had been raided. As the children began to cry, Freya shouted back up to pipe, "Be quiet as you can or they'll find us too."
A series of acknowledging sounds echoed back down the pipe to her. Suddenly another scream from close by and a blinding light appeared, followed by a crash of copious amounts of metal. The pipe had given way, with all the kids in it. The blinding light appeared at the other end of the tunnel, rapidly approaching. Freya's grip on the child tightened further in fear of death. All that was known afterwards the awakening of the light all around them.
