Post by ali on Mar 28, 2011 12:44:00 GMT -5
And so with a heavy heart, Ali had escaped Luminis city and it's great castle with her spoils. This book that would ruin her life. She gazed upon it's cover. The diary itself, the very diary of Rue Hawkins. Within were the secrets to the sword.
This land, in which Ali now hid, was ash. The dirt covered her, and she no longer looked the pretty fay, she looked like the urchin she always had been, and now because of this, always would be.
She opened the diary, hating it, and began to read. Dysin surely would not have warrented the intrusion, but her life was naught anyway at this point, what was the harm?
She read of triumphs, and of Rue. Throught her life she began to feel connected to the brillian. If only Ali had been born as someone so grand...She read on, the sword's birth..and then it's use. Fay magic would spur it's awakening, if one's purpose was pure..it could only be used by light that had known the dark.
Ali's eyes widened. Dysin could never use the sword. He was not fay and he was not light. Her breath became shakey, as her hands did shake as well.
No...no, no, no, no, no! She dropped the book, bringing her hands up to twist in her red hair and she curled up on her side, falling over into the ash like a child after having been stuck by his master. She clutched at herself, nearly writhing an self-hate, and teh agony of her situation.
If Dysin found this, he would surely punish her, kill her sister. Never mind that the knowledge and the facts were beyond her control, Dysin's rage would end her.
She cried, and cried harder until the ash staining her face made her eyes burn. And then she lay, her expression turning to cold accceptance. Perhaps somehow, she could find her sister and free her, even if Dysin became angry. Her end of the bargain was filled, perhaps in spite of the ill tidings, Dysin may still let them both go free.
She could never return to Luminallia, she would never edure punishment again, ad surely would keep her sister from it. She sniffled, the action only filling her nose with dust, she began sputtering and coughing. Still, she lay there, unmoving. Her fear delaying her inevitable return to his relentless clutch on her soul.
This land, in which Ali now hid, was ash. The dirt covered her, and she no longer looked the pretty fay, she looked like the urchin she always had been, and now because of this, always would be.
She opened the diary, hating it, and began to read. Dysin surely would not have warrented the intrusion, but her life was naught anyway at this point, what was the harm?
She read of triumphs, and of Rue. Throught her life she began to feel connected to the brillian. If only Ali had been born as someone so grand...She read on, the sword's birth..and then it's use. Fay magic would spur it's awakening, if one's purpose was pure..it could only be used by light that had known the dark.
Ali's eyes widened. Dysin could never use the sword. He was not fay and he was not light. Her breath became shakey, as her hands did shake as well.
No...no, no, no, no, no! She dropped the book, bringing her hands up to twist in her red hair and she curled up on her side, falling over into the ash like a child after having been stuck by his master. She clutched at herself, nearly writhing an self-hate, and teh agony of her situation.
If Dysin found this, he would surely punish her, kill her sister. Never mind that the knowledge and the facts were beyond her control, Dysin's rage would end her.
She cried, and cried harder until the ash staining her face made her eyes burn. And then she lay, her expression turning to cold accceptance. Perhaps somehow, she could find her sister and free her, even if Dysin became angry. Her end of the bargain was filled, perhaps in spite of the ill tidings, Dysin may still let them both go free.
She could never return to Luminallia, she would never edure punishment again, ad surely would keep her sister from it. She sniffled, the action only filling her nose with dust, she began sputtering and coughing. Still, she lay there, unmoving. Her fear delaying her inevitable return to his relentless clutch on her soul.