Post by Idazle on Jul 22, 2012 6:12:10 GMT -5
((This is all I have so far. This is how two of my characters met from Intertwining of Destinies.))
“Yes, yes! Understood! I will get on that right away! Of course! No, no! I do understand you!” Ammira spoke quickly as she backed away from the elders that were ever present when she really did not desire to speak with them.
When she became Queen, she never expected it to be so much work. She thought she would only need to take care of a few complaints here and there and negotiate peace from time to time. She never expected it to become a full time occupation.
Finally, she managed to break away from the elders and disappear through a door. She stood and listened to their retreating footstep. With a sigh, she turned to open the door but stopped. This room was unfamiliar territory to the girl, but she had been certain that she had traversed every inch of the stone building.
She slowly turned and looked around. The room was dark save for the glow of a furnace in the corner. It was certainly possible that the old King had lit the fire enough to keep it going. After all, he had not died very long ago.
There were rows upon rows of tables in the room, each holding some peculiarly shaped stone. Some were smooth and round while others were crushed into mere pebbles. In front of each one was scrawled a date and some kind of name. As she continued to walk down the table, she came to a blank spot. It was labeled “Carea,” but there was not a stone in sight. The date scrawled on the table was what really caught her attention.
The date was the ninth day of harvest, that very day. “Strange…” she whispered to herself, turning to go investigate the giant stove which gave off massive amounts of heat.
In the middle of the embers was a large stone, or so she assumed it to be. There was a metal shovel resting against the furnace that she grabbed and used to shovel out the stone. It was black with a swirling gold design upon it.
“This is not natural…” she mumbled, reaching out to touch it with a single finger. It instantly singed the tip of her finger, and she dropped the shovel in shock. The rock fell onto the ground and cracked slightly.
“What the…?” she gasped, sucking on her wounded finger. She knelt down next to it and grabbed the shovel to poke it.
A tiny black nuzzle poked through the edge of the rock, and it was followed by a scaly head with bright golden eyes and matching spikes between them. It looked at Ammira for a moment before coming the rest of the way out, stretching golden wings that reflected the glow of the fire. Once it was out of the egg, it walked over to the fire and curled up on the embers.
All of her breath left her at once, and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
“Yes, yes! Understood! I will get on that right away! Of course! No, no! I do understand you!” Ammira spoke quickly as she backed away from the elders that were ever present when she really did not desire to speak with them.
When she became Queen, she never expected it to be so much work. She thought she would only need to take care of a few complaints here and there and negotiate peace from time to time. She never expected it to become a full time occupation.
Finally, she managed to break away from the elders and disappear through a door. She stood and listened to their retreating footstep. With a sigh, she turned to open the door but stopped. This room was unfamiliar territory to the girl, but she had been certain that she had traversed every inch of the stone building.
She slowly turned and looked around. The room was dark save for the glow of a furnace in the corner. It was certainly possible that the old King had lit the fire enough to keep it going. After all, he had not died very long ago.
There were rows upon rows of tables in the room, each holding some peculiarly shaped stone. Some were smooth and round while others were crushed into mere pebbles. In front of each one was scrawled a date and some kind of name. As she continued to walk down the table, she came to a blank spot. It was labeled “Carea,” but there was not a stone in sight. The date scrawled on the table was what really caught her attention.
The date was the ninth day of harvest, that very day. “Strange…” she whispered to herself, turning to go investigate the giant stove which gave off massive amounts of heat.
In the middle of the embers was a large stone, or so she assumed it to be. There was a metal shovel resting against the furnace that she grabbed and used to shovel out the stone. It was black with a swirling gold design upon it.
“This is not natural…” she mumbled, reaching out to touch it with a single finger. It instantly singed the tip of her finger, and she dropped the shovel in shock. The rock fell onto the ground and cracked slightly.
“What the…?” she gasped, sucking on her wounded finger. She knelt down next to it and grabbed the shovel to poke it.
A tiny black nuzzle poked through the edge of the rock, and it was followed by a scaly head with bright golden eyes and matching spikes between them. It looked at Ammira for a moment before coming the rest of the way out, stretching golden wings that reflected the glow of the fire. Once it was out of the egg, it walked over to the fire and curled up on the embers.
All of her breath left her at once, and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
and that kills me