Chapters 1 and 2

[Spiderfluff]

Uh...erm... well. I decided that I would share some of my works on here.... with you all. These are the first two chapters of the first book of my novel. Not sure if they belong here but yeah... I wrote them.

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Chapter One~

Goodbye

The tall majestic mountains cried frozen white flames of ice in the solemn peak of winter. Forests once lush with life and mystery had cried mournfully with the steep mountain tops on which they grew up with. Their leaves froze in shock and fell to their death. They were not warned by the sudden change in temperature that had laughed carelessly in the bitter cold. The sky had broken into darkened sea glass, looking down upon the streams that had once depended on its bright joyful days of summer. Mother Autumn had not wakened from her deep sleep, leaving the winds of Nuarfalk to grow cold and care for her seasonal duties. Even the grassy plains had disowned her, and hid with disappointment under their thick cold blanket of ice. In the era of the Dust uprising, Mother Autumn had died, along with Mother Spring’s children.

On the highest mountainous glacier, where the legendary Xenti Ogku had meditated during his time of silence and solitude, four shadows arose from the icy flames of the earth’s rage and pain. The smallest figure stood out more than the other three. In her arms, a small bundle, no smaller than herself, had made tearful mourns with the mummified valley.

“Pagna, you cannot care for this pup. She needs to be with her own kind,” whispered one of the taller figures.

“Madam Pagna, please. He’s right. She needs to be with her own lineage. She’s much too young to stay with us.”

Another figure, slightly taller than the shortest, put his furry hand on her and glanced at the taller figure. He was aware of the consequences if they kept the tiny bundle and raised it as their own. He knew that it was best that she would be safe from harm that had put fear within the villages. Even though her world was filled with corruption, this would be no place to grow up without the risk of being murdered. Especially since rumors of an escaped prisoner had filled the winter’s air with panic.

The smaller figure looked up from the claws to his face. Pagna knew he was right, but it was so hard to let go of what she never had. About three months ago, she had lost her first and only chance of renewing the valley with another life. The pain of her recent miscarriage had brought her to care for this abandoned creature. Since then, Pagna had nurtured her as if she was her own daughter. Now, she had to let go of her only reason for living.

“You’ll be able to see her again. When the time comes, and when our world is safe again, you’ll be able to visit her,” the taller figure reassured her.

“Does he know? That he’s her guar-“

“Shhhh! Pagna! You don’t want to scare him off! He will know soon enough. Right now, we have to take her to her own village,” the figure hissed as he cut her off.

Pagna looked down at the icy graveyard on which she stood and gave a secret sigh of discomfort. This was the one task she could not bring herself to accomplish. Not without tears. Goodbye would be her least favorite word from now on. She had doubt, that even if she did come across paths again, the bundle in her arms would not remember the labor and memories that would forever haunt Pagna her as long as they both shall live.

Her petite juvenile body trembled as her friends and companions nodded with encouragement and hidden sympathy. They were aware that this would not be easy for a young mother to let go of her new pride and joy. It would be a long tough journey for her to obey, but she was fully aware of what needed to be accomplished.

“We’ll be sending her to her aunt and grandmother. They will be watched on until she hits adolescence. Then she will be in full care,” the tallest figure informed her, stepping in front of her.

A single tear bloomed from the seeds of Pagna's dark denim eyes. Then another until more had rooted down to her cold furry cheeks. One of her friends, who had lifted his paw from her shoulder, growled impatiently and took a couple of steps ahead. He started mumbling lyrics to a melody that was beginning to form in the coldness of his sympathy. The taller figure glared at him unnoticeably and made a mental note to explain to him why Pagna was having difficulty doing something as simple as this seemed to him.

As Pagna slowly began to give in, all five figures had evaporated into a very fine mist of fog. The only remains of their existence were their warm and hopeful footprints that had been engraved into the earth’s white bloodbath of ice.

Pagna and her four companions had finally reached the Forgotten World. In their terms, the Forgotten World was the realm in which humans Hosts had dwelled. Ever since folklore had arrived in Arsæmiez with tales of when faeries had once thrived between all realms, and where foolish humans had fell into mushroom rings, they referred the human realm as the Forgotten World. According to folklore, the humans who had fallen into mushroom rings had completely forgotten the world they left behind. Their new ‘dreamland’ had changed their lives forever when they came across rogue faeries, ferocious blood-thirsty monsters, and creatures of the Beast Court.

As the five figures blurred into their solid shapes of complete existence, they searched for their own consciousness of they're location. They were standing in the middle of the village’s woodlands. It didn’t seem much for a village - only a couple of homes hid in the thick of the trees. An old abandoned building had guarded the black pavement strip that led to nowhere. The scent of a juvenile human and an elder filled their senses, as odd as the smell appealed to them. More scents had led them to the end of Pagna’s journey. They rushed through the forest with amazement. What a sight it was!
Crisp pine trees and lively oak trees greeted the group with a friendly wave of their leaves. The forest floor was soft with dampened earth and covered by a carpet of fallen leaves. The night had a gentle midnight breeze which had comforted the villagers as they slept throughout the night. A chorus of crickets led the pack’s way, singing hymns and lullabies to the slumbering bundle Pagna was so safely clutching in her arms. Fireflies had offered their light with the help of the moon that was glowing so sinfully gorgeous in the starlit sky. Secretly, Pagna began to feel new warmth of reassurance from the scenic woodlands. Worry from Nuarfaulk’s mountains began to melt away as she began to see the new sign of hope for her little survivor. The others began to notice when a faint smile pranced its way onto her wet furry lips.

When the group had entered into the territory of their final destination, Pagna had let go of a few more tears, and set the infant down. Pagna’s body had hunched over, so that she was on all fours. Hesitantly, she picked up the precious little seed life, and glided like a silk satin ribbon up the house’s stairs. There, the sleeping package in her mouth was carefully placed on the front porch. In her mind, she would once again see this beautiful creature she so tenderly cared for within the past few moons. With that in mind, she whispered to her little daughter and gently licked her furless cheek. The taste of salt filled Pagna’s mouth. Her muzzle was covered with salty tears of goodbye. It was so hard to let someone else care for what she had once so preciously possessed. With another kiss goodbye, she whispered idly to her, “To these humans, you are known as Kai. But your memories will forever be preserved as Keitana.”

As the beats of footsteps thundered to Pagna’s state of consciousness, her ears started to perk up. Quickly they fell back as she felt the scent and vibrations coming closer. Pagna glanced one more time at her now abandoned daughter and sadly wagged her pelt. Within an instant, she leaped off the porch and glided to a landing. She and her friends rushed through the forest and once again became a mist. As they were racing from the scene, she had heard one of her friends say to her, “What the Hell took so long?”

The footsteps came to a halt. The door had creaked open where the presence of an elderly lady had been addressed. In her hands, a shot gun her son had used went he came over the previous Thanksgiving to go hunting. Her old saggy eyes surveyed for a trespasser but had only caught the sight of an object carefully bandaged by a unique blanket. She knew that her daughter-in-law had given birth to a baby girl before she became mysteriously missing. The elderly woman immediately recognized her son’s eyes this little darling had owned. She went back inside, closing the door. A few moments after, she had re-opened the door, empty-handed, and carefully picked up the little babe with care. As she sweetly rocked the infant in her arms, she went back inside with her new little granddaughter.




Pagna knew it wasn’t truly 'goodbye' forever. She now had no doubt in her mind that she would come across paths with her little Keitana. Her mate had vanished from plain sight, leaving her to mourn over her lost litter of cubs. Three moons later, she found that wonderful baby and nursed as her own. With some hope and patience, the next sixteen years would be a blessing. If only she knew what all happened during those long years. A gap Pagna will never be able to replace. She was there for Kai’s early past, and would be there for her future.

As she liquefied into solid form, she stood on all fours and glanced at the broken dark sky for some sign of emotional security. The next few years would be haunting to face without the little face of her human daughter. But if patience was on her good side, she would be worth the wait.

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So yeah. That's chapter one. I'll post chapter two in my next post.

[Spiderfluff]

This is chapter two. Everyone seems to favor this more than the first. I don't know why though.

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Chapter two~

Innocent Fear

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"Fear is that little darkroom where negatives are developed."
-Michael Pritchard




A frozen chill had hit the air from the storm’s rage in mid-December. Poor Martha Rivers had no more blankets from her linen closet to keep herself warm. Mother Nature had already granted her and the girls with a pleasant Christmas morning. Now, it was just a few more days until the New Year would arrive down in Rich Creek. A wonderful town it was. Aside from the huge factory and the abandoned business stores, it was filled with nature’s wonders - in spite of the harsh weather they were currently having that week. The streets were filled with surviving Christmas joy, served with neighbor helping neighbor get back to the warmth and security of their homes and families. Holly had smothered every sign and billboard in the town. The sweet smell of forest pine had rose from the smoky chimney tops as the many years before. The windows of businesses in the marketplace were glistening with miniature Christmas trees that had been webbed into colorful lights of the stars. The winding streets had been glazed with a new icy layer of blanch dust, and the street lights had been decorated with Yuletide cheer and happiness.

However, the town would not be safe from the sky’s darkened secrets. The virgin night sky was rapidly stolen by a rumbling of thunder and casted down beasts full of frozen air and ice. Scintillates had flashed from these growling snow rogues as they slowly prowled into the heartwarming village. They waited patiently until the moment was right to strike. When they did, the whole countryside shook with incredible force. Every creature in hibernation was awoken by the war-lusting heavens above their sanctuary. They peered at the enraged squall above them and shuddered in intense fear. Nearby strays were foisted from their makeshift shelters and migrated to the darkest banks of their territory. The night would be a formidable one, especially for Martha’s granddaughter.

On the second floor, the young human’s flesh pulsed at the sound of the howling winds thrashing against the tin roof. Nikki, Martha’s youngest daughter, was sleeping soundly in the spare bedroom. She had always been a heavy sleeper and would be lucky for the fact that she was off for the holidays. The new job she had recently received, supplied her a high minimum wage, but it was not at all delightful to withstand. Though, the twenty-six year old would have to worry about finances later. Right now, her niece was in grave danger. Did she realize that the seventeen year old would be suffering from a terrifying experience? One of which that no one could possibly remain sane from. With full knowledge that her daughter was completely unconscious within her dreams, Martha couldn’t say the same for her granddaughter, Kai. Without having the enlightenment of the strange demons that would lurk beneath the appearance of a soothing well-deserved hibernation, Martha assumed that all was safe and secure. Not even her experienced maternal instinct would be able to unveil the haunting evil of her granddaughter’s worst nightmares.

Hearing the wind screaming in sheer terror, seventeen year old Kai opened her tawny buff-colored eyes in a hunt to find the purpose of the pleading gales. No sign of distress had emerged from her nightly dimmed bedroom. To fully examine this quest she was so determined in solving, she struggled herself to rest her elbows against her plush pillow. When she finally sat up, her eyes scanned the entire landscape of the room. Her naïve vision only caught the sights of a closed window that was marinated in frost and fog, a couple of dressers, a poster of some treasured rock bands, a small glass habitat with a black light shining through the tight mesh, opened Christmas presents from the day before, thrown dirty clothes, and an empty laundry basket. Nothing seemed to be in discomfort to the naked human eye.

Annoyed by the abrupt disturbance in her battling effort to get some earned sleep, Kai rubbed her eyes wryly and tossed her weight to the other side. This time, she would be promised sleeping rights from the wailing gusts outside - or so she thought.

As the minutes twisted into traumatizing hours, the storm refused to end. Sandy grains caked onto Kai’s quivering eyelashes. Dark shadows formed under her unclosed eyes. Red veins blistered at the corners from lack of sleep. Her murky eyebrows hunched, closing in at the base of arched nose. Pale skin faded into lighter hues, making her facial features look like powdery plaster. Her twig-like limbs became restless the more she resisted staying awake. It was torture. Even her back was suffering from bedsores. With deep desperation for some type of won reassurance, she clenched her eyes tightly shut. This time, a noticeable discrepancy between disturbances was brought to Kai’s conscious state of mind.

Though the racket was at a different frequency than the first, she was bent on keeping her insanity at a minimum in the hope of being rewarded with a peaceful night’s rest. Obviously, that was never going to happen. In fact, it was rather troubling to her. This particular commotion wasn’t like the one before. This one sounded as though if it were inside.

Concern and irritation overpowered Kai’s resistance. There was something in the third spare bedroom, or as Kai and Nikki thought of it as, the “forbidden” room. It was one of those things frequently seen in a horror flick; where the kids go up in the attic and find that the house is haunted by a demon that eats human flesh slowly and carefully to impregnate fear to all who witness it. Kai laughed at the thought. It was a ridiculous stereotype. She didn’t believe in such things. Although, when she was eleven, a family trip to Yellow Stone had since changed her opinion.



To prove the horror movies wrong, she inched her way out of the protecting warmth of her comforter, snatched her almost dead flashlight, and headed to the third spare bedroom.
As she carefully peaked from the cracked opening of the door, she took note of the freezing atmosphere that had drafted the rooms. With her bony body trembling and a raw nerve at its final edge, Kai poked her slender nose through the doorway of the “forbidden” room. A strange unexpected odor seeped from the out of bounds chamber. Her innocent golden brown orbs beamed at what appeared to be steam, or misty fog, rising up from the hardwood maple floors. She was tempted to walk in.

When she did, she left the door open - her first mistake. For an empty room, it was surely lit by the streetlight peering through the fogged window.
The aura seemed to have changed when Kai took her first few steps in. It was a very distant and unpleasant feeling. Her sensibility advanced at the sight of an announcing vintage mirror. Kai remembered the last time she came into the room. She was five at the time and all she could recall was seeing a ravishing pair of golden floating orbs that were so flawless, so keen, that if one was to make a simple, yet slight, muscle movement, they’d detect it as fast as a flying harpoon.

There was also an eerie familiarity within the dankness of the forgotten chamber. Excelling chills of low temperatures and insecurity made Kai feel as if an iceberg was melting downstream along her emaciated spine.
Her trepidation would be directly proclaimed when she progressed on and gawked through the dust-caked mirror. The object itself looked to be an artifact from the 1800’s - which didn’t make any sense. Kai’s grandmother wasn’t that old - unless the antique was a family heirloom.

Tense curiosity overlooked the unearthly feeling that Kai wasn’t alone. It maddened her in more ways than one. Kai hated any situations when she accidentally drew down her guard. If there was one thing she resented about herself, it was whenever someone, or something, sees the very sudden softness of her flaws. Now wasn’t the time to let some nonexistent figment of her imagination get the best of her and behold all of her most intimate quirks. No way.

Focusing her perception into the metallic reflective glass, something unanticipated brought itself to her attention. An acquainted subject brought back from the dead of Kai’s miserable and haunting childhood. Those same inviting, yet admonishing, transmitting eyes of xanthic temptation had held hers so boldly in a soothing caress fashion. They were gallant and alluring to the point where one could only do as one must should, advance forward into complete and utter surrender. Kai’s tongue felt limp and numb wanting to foolishly savor every possible moment gazing into those rich enchantments. Her body’s whole sense of feeling went perfectly still and sensitive to even the slightest air particle.

Behind those winsome golden spheres, a plea for help and immediate caution and warning arose from its captivating wonders. A profound hissing growl escaped from the creature’s lips, awaking Kai from her distracted and dazed gaping.
Adoration and desire quickly morphed into a twisted sense of enriched panic.

As she was a naïve human with little knowledge of body communication, Kai shuffled backwards towards the door. For some odd reason, this enraged the creature and it roared a high pitched shriek like it was in some sort of pain. Kai was alarmed by this and fell victim to a sudden hysteria. In conclusion, she fled towards the door before it closed itself shut.

This time, an incomparable feeling ascended from Kai’s unnatural and unsteady heartbeat. Its rhythmic vibrations forecast a reason of blurred vision and hearing. Feeling apprehensive and lightheaded, Kai was blinded by fear and panic. A loud uproar of howling dogs, growls, snarls, yelps, and something else that sounded like a cross between a dying cat and a snarling Chihuahua. Piercing yelps had bounced off the walls.

Through Kai’s foggy eyesight, a demonic canine was violently plunged into the base of the room. The stench of rotting corpses and daunting souls rose from the floor. An unknown liquid substance leaked through the cracks of the hardwood floor and soaked around Kai’s feet.

There was another scent in the air. One in which had been accented with a particular taste. A taste so gruesome, that if one were to taste it for the first time, they would automatically detect what it was. Its harsh metallic quantities filled Kai’s mouth. A rich luster flavored with copper had trickled from an open corner of her lips. It was in the hue of iron. Blood.

As her sight began to become clear, so had her understanding of what exactly happened. The walls were painted with faded iron paw prints, which were still wet.

Turning her body around to the sound of a hearty hissed breathing, the creature before her had stood. Although this time, its eyes were two-toned. While one was still the luscious golden color she had so willingly gazed into, the other was a dark velvety red wine. A maroon-like color that was darker than blood itself.

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I'll have chapter three up as soon as I have time to rewrite it.

[Rijo]

nice looking forward to chap. 3

[Sammorra]

this is awesome!