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by I dunno if I should continue this, because no matter how I continue it, it always ends up crappy >.<; I'm already tried 3 times....
This is also meh entry to the storm story contest! :P
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It was a beautiful night. The leaves whispered to
each other, creating a peaceful humming sound. The grass was wet with dew, each
blade carrying a perfect little pearl of light. They glinted in the dim light
of the full moon, each carrying little unknown secrets, and somewhere, a
nightingale sang. And as the sky began to lighten, showing the first streaks of
blue and white, a figure cloaked in black hurried through the forest.
The lithe feet ran quickly over the grass, and the pearls
scattered here and there, spilling their secrets over the forest. An owl took
flight overhead, scattering its feathers down onto the figure.
Bright purple eyes peered out from under the hood. The
figure stopped under a tall oak, strong and sturdy. Reaching into its robes, it
pulled out a dagger. The light caught on the dagger, creating a bright flash.
“Shh…” The voice was soft, melodic. The figure reached
into the robes, and pulled out a bundle of blankets. Unwrapping it, the figure
revealed the face of a sleeping child.
Holding the child with the right hand, the left hand
reached to move down the hood.
The figure kissed the forehead of the baby, and whispered
to it. “I’m sorry… Mommy has to go… Be a good boy, alright?”
Wincing, she clutched her side. When she looked at her
hand again, it was sticky and coated with warm blood. She grimaced. “There…
isn’t much time left for me…” she mumbled.
Hearing a slight sound, she pulled out a katana, just in
time to parry another sword. She swore and yanked the child back into her
cloak, before taking off again.
Jumping from tree to tree at speeds that could have come
only from years and years of experience, she quickly covered 15 miles in a
little less than half an hour. Stopping next to another oak tree, she pulled
out a pendant from her cloak, and pressed it first to her lips, and then hung
it around the baby’s neck. Murmuring under her breath, she expelled white light
from her fingertips, pressing them to her child’s forehead.
Quickly, she placed the child in a hollow of the tree,
before quickly covering him.
“Live, my child. You must survive.”
At this, she yanked off her cloak, and took out another
katana. “My time is up.”
She jumped to the top of cliff, where the moonlight shone
greatest, reflecting off her silver white hair, her purple eyes hard.
Less than two minutes later, twenty men materialized out
of nowhere, each equipped with full gear, all the best in the nation, looking
great and powerful in comparison to her lithe, small frame.
“Give up.”
It was the strongest that spoke, the one in the center,
obviously the leader.
Seeing her shift her weight even further to her center,
the greatest point of an attack formation he knew only too well, he looked
away, green eyes swimming.
“Attack.”
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Two men went down before one managed to harm her, her
ability with swords was substantial. Clutching her wounded right arm, she
switched hands before attacking again.
Blades of light, a beautiful scene. Left, right, down, up. Each blade looked
perfect, as the morning sun lighting down on them.
Before long, however, her injuries were too much for her.
Coughing up blood, she sank to the ground. However, her eyes were as sharp as
ever.
“Kill me now.”
Staring unblinkingly at one of the ninja, she spoke again.
“Kill me now.”
He raised his sword.
And blood splattered onto the forest floor.
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This is also meh entry to the storm story contest! :P
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It was a beautiful night. The leaves whispered to
each other, creating a peaceful humming sound. The grass was wet with dew, each
blade carrying a perfect little pearl of light. They glinted in the dim light
of the full moon, each carrying little unknown secrets, and somewhere, a
nightingale sang. And as the sky began to lighten, showing the first streaks of
blue and white, a figure cloaked in black hurried through the forest.
The lithe feet ran quickly over the grass, and the pearls
scattered here and there, spilling their secrets over the forest. An owl took
flight overhead, scattering its feathers down onto the figure.
Bright purple eyes peered out from under the hood. The
figure stopped under a tall oak, strong and sturdy. Reaching into its robes, it
pulled out a dagger. The light caught on the dagger, creating a bright flash.
“Shh…” The voice was soft, melodic. The figure reached
into the robes, and pulled out a bundle of blankets. Unwrapping it, the figure
revealed the face of a sleeping child.
Holding the child with the right hand, the left hand
reached to move down the hood.
The figure kissed the forehead of the baby, and whispered
to it. “I’m sorry… Mommy has to go… Be a good boy, alright?”
Wincing, she clutched her side. When she looked at her
hand again, it was sticky and coated with warm blood. She grimaced. “There…
isn’t much time left for me…” she mumbled.
Hearing a slight sound, she pulled out a katana, just in
time to parry another sword. She swore and yanked the child back into her
cloak, before taking off again.
Jumping from tree to tree at speeds that could have come
only from years and years of experience, she quickly covered 15 miles in a
little less than half an hour. Stopping next to another oak tree, she pulled
out a pendant from her cloak, and pressed it first to her lips, and then hung
it around the baby’s neck. Murmuring under her breath, she expelled white light
from her fingertips, pressing them to her child’s forehead.
Quickly, she placed the child in a hollow of the tree,
before quickly covering him.
“Live, my child. You must survive.”
At this, she yanked off her cloak, and took out another
katana. “My time is up.”
She jumped to the top of cliff, where the moonlight shone
greatest, reflecting off her silver white hair, her purple eyes hard.
Less than two minutes later, twenty men materialized out
of nowhere, each equipped with full gear, all the best in the nation, looking
great and powerful in comparison to her lithe, small frame.
“Give up.”
It was the strongest that spoke, the one in the center,
obviously the leader.
Seeing her shift her weight even further to her center,
the greatest point of an attack formation he knew only too well, he looked
away, green eyes swimming.
“Attack.”
--------
Two men went down before one managed to harm her, her
ability with swords was substantial. Clutching her wounded right arm, she
switched hands before attacking again.
Blades of light, a beautiful scene. Left, right, down, up. Each blade looked
perfect, as the morning sun lighting down on them.
Before long, however, her injuries were too much for her.
Coughing up blood, she sank to the ground. However, her eyes were as sharp as
ever.
“Kill me now.”
Staring unblinkingly at one of the ninja, she spoke again.
“Kill me now.”
He raised his sword.
And blood splattered onto the forest floor.
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Last edited by Bloodly-Chan on Tue Jul 22 2008, 02:06; edited 1 time in total
