Stolen from current situation
Aerin sat in his room, trying to ignore the blare coming from the party outside. Trying, but not succeeding. The music was overwhelmingly loud. So much so that his ears were starting to ring. Just the perfect thing, really, to add to his already terrible day. First he'd fought with two of his lecturers, then he'd been in a scuffle with two guys from a year below him, and now he had a splitting headache from all this raucous.
Maybe some other music would help. He decided he needed something depressing to play, to match his current mood. He stuck his earphones on and turned the volume up full blast. The music which usually soothed his mood, was now only making him gloomier. It led him to brood on everything that had been happening throughout the day. Why did he always have to attract trouble the way he did? Why did problems always seem to come his way just when everything seemed to be going well for once.
He could almost feel the thunderstorm brewing in his head, lightning flashing and thunder growling menacingly. In his head, hail was pouring by the bucket from the heavens, and the wind was howling around the trees and the ground, uprooting plants and tossing furniture about.
Enough of this gloom, he thought. He stopped the music and took off the earphones, glancing outside. Well, at least the party had moved. But now it was storming outside. Great.
So where did all the people go?
The weather affects my writing
The effect of the tremendous thunder claps and sky-splitting bolts of lightning were lessened by the sound of the gentle pitter-patter of the rain on the roof of Angelus' room. People always noted how powerful a thunder storm could be. Angelus couldn't help but realise how calming the rain was. She shut her eyes and concentrated on the sound of the raindrops dripping down from the roof slats onto the concrete tiles on the ground outside. Pitter patter. Pitter. Patter. The storm and the rain were subsiding, but the rain prevailed, although it was much lighter than it had been minutes before.
Angelus looked out the window at the glum horizon, the clouds glowing red and looming dark. Even with such a depressing sight, the sound of the rain continued to sooth her aching brain. She was sick of studying. Tests were starting tomorrow and their end didn't seem to be anywhere too near. On the other hand, this was also her chance to prove that she was more than good looks and lucky breaks. This would show her classmates just what she was made of.
She turned away from the window and gazed at her desk again. Where to start?
I FINALLY got the picture loaded! yay!
Mira stood beneath the rock overhang staring out into the distance, watching as the light filtered down from just above the mountain. The light seemed tangible, the heat unbearable. A short distance from where she stood, the first signs of the nearby forest were visible. The ivy crept across the stony floor, seeking crevices and cracks in which to hide from the heat and hunt for food. Small rodents appeared and disappeared from time to time amongst the slightly further bushes. Inside the actual forest itself, however, was a mystery; the foliage was too thick to see further than a few centimetres inside.
Mira turned around to move back into the massive shaded cave. A solitary oak tree stood in the middle of the cave, with a pond of clear water at its roots, the water beckoning to Mira to enter and cool off. She resisted the temptation, and instead climbed to the top branch of the oak, perching a sturdy branch and closing her eyes. She wondered how the other students were faring in this harsh wilderness, but realised that she wouldn't know until the test was completed.
From her perched position in the tree, Mira could see the entire surrounding cave area, and she was beginning to realise that she wasn't the only creature that had found this haven from the climate. A small herd of deer-like creatures were gathered around a particularly green patch of grass on the east side of the cave, and in the air above them, a multitude of colourful birds of all sizes tweeted and chattered happily. Goldfish swam around in circles in the pond beneath her, reflecting what little light was availible all around themselves.
Mira took out a small piece of paper and a pencil from her pocket, and wrote a quick note. She placed the paper on the upturned palm of her right hand, and with her left hand gestured an incantation. The paper flew out of the cave entrance, up into the air and away out of sight.
“Sentry 7 in position.”
*
He stood out the window waiting for something. He didn't know what it would be but once it happened he would know it
Amazing! It's so long...
The lecturer rose before them, standing up from his seat and levitating upwards, stopping roughly halfway between the floor and the ceiling. The class stopped their whispering, all eyes turning to him. Not that the levitation was an out-of-the-ordinary occurrence of course, but everyone knew that today the end exam series was being announced.
Every year the end exam was different, and every year it was a breathtaking experience. Each participant was monitored remotely, and all the junior students got to watch as the senior students fought their way through obstacle courses, solved complicated puzzles and performed high level magic. The highlight of the year, most thought, and indeed it was an event worth taking note of.
“No doubt you are all anxious to hear the details about this year's end exams.” Somehow the lecturer managed to drone even this exciting news in the same monotonous tone as he used in classes.
“That, ladies and gentlemen is your first task. Find out what the rest of your tasks will be.”
The class erupted into commotion. Students left, right and centre were asking anyone who would listen to them millions of questions, and of course no-one was listening to anyone else, only asking their own questions.
“The following information will be useful in this task...” (the class instantly became dead quiet), “Every staff member is carrying detailed instructions on at least one of your upcoming tasks...”
A red-haired student lurched forward at the lecturer. The lecturer moved his hand faster than any human eye could follow, and the student hit a green spark in the air and shot backwards into the wall.
“HOWEVER, no staff member will willingly give up his information. Any attempts to retrieve this information must occur outside of classrooms. Students breaking this rule will be dealt with harshly. And now ladies and gentlemen...”
He had the class' absolute attention.
“You may get to work.”
He opened the door, and as he set foot out of the class, he accelerated forward at lightning speed, moving down the corridor and outside in a flash
And so on
He pushed the door open tentatively, and as he did so a small gold cylinder fell to the floor ahead of him. His eyes darted to the ground where two identical objects lay on the floor, smoke wisping gently up from them.
His eyes moved a millimetre upwards. The feet of a noble, unmistakably. The delicately woven fibres of the gem-adorned sandals caressed the smooth skin of the two petite feet. The feet themselves were quite obviously not accustomed to touching naked earth, and appeared velvet to the touch.
His eyes tracked up another millimetre. A beautiful multicoloured sarong hugged a woman's hips closely, revealing a well-kept figure of an attractive woman.
Another millimetre. The prefect exposed breasts of a bronzed goddess, only the blue and yellow bruising marring the sight.
And then another golden cylinder appeared before his eyes, distracting his eyes from moving further up. The cylinder was baring down on him at an incredible speed, not inching but speeding towards his chest. He instinctively pulled his hands up, but to no avail.
The bullet struck him
Ditto
She smacked her body as hard as she could against the walls, against the doors, against the windows, but nothing would budge. She was stuck, trapped in this room like a lion in a cage. The harder she fought against her confinements the more she hurt herself, and she soon felt large bruises forming on her arms, shoulders and legs. She sat down on the floor, crying miserably. She couldn’t stand feeling so helpless. The whole reason she had trained so hard her whole life was to be able to defend herself, and yet here she sat, helpless against her oppressors. She wept.
Mira stared from the other side of the one-way glass, her heart being ripped apart by the sight she had to witness. This was for Angelus’ own good, but nevertheless it still shredded her raw inside to have to stand by and watch.
She turned her back on the glass, but the sound of Angelus’ sobs still reached her ears. Mira ran from the room, clutching her face as tears torrented down her face from her bloodshot eyes
More random
His anger at the perpetrator was a minor problem at that point in time. His frustration at his complete helplessness had completely overwhelmed him. He felt so useless doing nothing but sitting on a rock, as the world about him collapsed. He gained small comfort in the fact that he wasn’t the only one; all around him, his classmates were staring at their toes, fiddling with their robes and generally doing nothing. What could they do? Could anyone expect them to do anything?
After studying the floor in painstaking detail, he realised that even though he couldn’t do anything to help the situation around him, he could at least pay attention. As he stood up though, he noticed something startling. Aerin was drawing marks in the dust. The marks of a spell. What could he possibly be trying to do? It seemed that he was the only one who had noticed, as the rest of the class were still preoccupied with their feet and the ground beneath them. He made his way over to Aerin, curious to see what it was he could be doing.
As Cren approached Aerin, he became dismayed. Each step towards the markings in the floor had found him hoping, praying that there was a spell unfolding before him that could have some impact on their dire circumstances. When he came close enough to make out the markings however, his hopes were dashed.
A light beam.
Aerin was this preoccupied with a simple light beam. He watched disheartenedly as the light beam slowly took shape, giving off an insignificant glow to the gloomy surroundings. The light reflected off the symbols on the ground, displaying their every curve, corner and crevice.
random
His left foot was in contact with the earth, and it was reacting violently to this forced contact. Sparks were issuing from the sole of his shoe, lashing out at the ground. His right foot had shot up into the air, resisting any efforts he made to control it. Already an electric ring was forming around him, the static in the air building up more and more the longer he tried to resist. His hair was flailing madly in bunches, the electricity binding it together in some places, and pushing it apart at others. Slowly he was forcing his left foot further down, trying desperately to touch the dirt.
And then he gave up trying, and he was blasted into the air again. Another unsuccessful attempt to unite with the earth.
The Cyprien were the air breed of Earth’s Intelligent Life. Freedom to roam the skies seemed appealing to the other breeds, but the Cypriens longed to walk the planet surface, to leave footprints in their wake. They felt cursed in their floating existence, much to everyone else’s confusion. How they could think of it as a problem, no-one else would ever understand.
This in itself annoyed Cren. He longed to touch down to earth once more, as his ancestors had once done before. Sadly his magic was only beginning to develop, and he realized it would probably be a long time until he progressed far enough to realize his dream. No matter. On with practicing.
Intenmatio
The magic which a moment ago had been resisting his every effort to touch ground was now swarming to his upheld palm, the blue glow shining through his outspread fingers and causing eerie shadows on the ground below. That obviously as close as he was going to get, he though. His shadow.
While he continued daydreaming, the glow was trembling and shuddering in his palm, as his concentration drifted. A sharp shock thread on the tip of his ear quickly brought his attention back to the glow. He imagined the ball he had been taught to visualize forming in his hand, the energy flowing from his abdomen, through his muscles to his fingertips.
Meerdo
Nothing. Again his spell was not working. Where was the smell of magic? Where were the pyrotechnics? Cren was getting frustrated.
An introduction
I didn't make this blog so that the public can come and oogle at my amazing writing. It's only here so that I can get to it whenever I want to. The
only thing I'm doing for the public is writing this note to tell them that I'm not doing anything for them really. If that makes sense...
And perhaps this one other note: nothing here is in order. I've posted pieces as they come to me, or as I dream them up, or in any other order that I feel like putting them. Merely because I couldn't be bothered to try and sort out the order (and I don't know the order that half of them are eventually going to go in... lol).
And now before I ramble any more... my bits and pieces (!?!?!?)
