Myst_Lynx
24-10-2004, 09:04
Ok this is my first attempt at fan fiction. I started on this a month ago on a whim, and kinda been building up on it little by little whenever i got the chance or creative urge. So lay on, and let me know if i should keep on goin or just stop before i blind you all with my horrible creations. :cheesy:
---Chapter 1---
Alone she trekked through the woods. Following a barely discernable path littered with obstacles, long fallen trees baring the way, scattered roots littered about to trip the unwary, and thorny branches protruding out ensnaring travelers. The forest canopy let in spots of light here and there on forest floor but not enough to clearly make out the surrounding area. She quickly considered lighting a lamp to better illuminate her path, but just as quickly dismissed the thought, better not to alert the inhabitants of this forest of her presence anymore then necessary. So she continued on using her staff to feel along the path. For three days now she has been out in this light-forsaken wilderness searching for the lost tower. The old tome spoke of it, of a once great tower somewhere in these dark woods, wherein dwells the immortal countess. Fabled to have bathed in the blood of a thousand virgins, her ruthlessness was rivaled only by the Prime Evils.
Freezing in mid-stride, suddenly aware of an unnatural presence nearby, she carefully surveyed the surrounding area, searching for anything out of the ordinary in forest growth. Seeing nothing, she slowly crept forward; all of her senses alert, searching for the slightest hint of danger. A faint growl could be heard in a clearing up ahead. Careful not to make any sounds to alert the source of the bestial growls, she tightened her grip and her staff and continued on in the direction of the sounds. At the edge of the clearing she finally spotted a creature of gargantuan size fighting a pack of smaller demons. Judging from their war paint and their jerky, uncoordinated movements she identified the demons as carver-kin, dangerous in numbers and stronger than their more common cousins fallen-ones. But against the brute they were fighting, they might as well been a flock of sheep. Its vicious claws rending flesh and blows powerful enough to send them flying as if they were straw poppets. This was no ordinary beast. As she watched it fight, she could see the intelligence in its eyes as if it were human; there was no corruption in its visage only aim and purpose. The creature had the look of a great bear, towering over the carvers, standing on its two hind feet, with massive arms and paws larger then her own head.
A sudden movement off to the side caught her eye and took her attention away from the battle. A shaman was moving to flank the bear, to attack it from behind while it was too busy killing the smaller carvers to notice him. Decided to take a gamble, she burst out from the brush focusing her inner energy into the raw form of fire. Using her staff as a nexus of her energy she concentrated the flames into a ball and with a grunt of exertion, sent it flying towards the shaman. Her sudden appearance caught the attention of the shaman as he was readying his attack on the bear. He was just starting to focus his own energy when the fireball exploded, taking off his face and most of his front armor and sending his body careening into a group of carvers. The shock was enough to break the remainder of the demons, sending them fleeing out in all directions back into the relative safety of the surrounding woods.
Silence returned to the forest, as she found herself face to navel with the enormous bear. Breathing heavily, it coldly regarded her as she unflinchingly returned its glare, readying herself for the worst. After its breathing had slowed, it opened its mouth and began to speak in a voice that sounded most definitely human.
“These woods are not safe for a girl such as yourself. Alone and as young as you are, you should not be out here at all.”
“I’m sorry.” Quickly gathering up her courage. “But I just saved you from getting your furry butt burned off by that shaman over there while you were playing throw-down with your little friends. I think a ‘thank you’ is in order.” She snapped back.
They continued to stare at each other, neither of them moving. Suddenly the bear began to roar with laughter, shaking the trees and sending the remaining wildlife scampering away, deep into the woods.
“Ha! Small you are, but not at heart. Very well. I am grateful for your aid.”
And with that he began transforming.
---Chapter 1---
Alone she trekked through the woods. Following a barely discernable path littered with obstacles, long fallen trees baring the way, scattered roots littered about to trip the unwary, and thorny branches protruding out ensnaring travelers. The forest canopy let in spots of light here and there on forest floor but not enough to clearly make out the surrounding area. She quickly considered lighting a lamp to better illuminate her path, but just as quickly dismissed the thought, better not to alert the inhabitants of this forest of her presence anymore then necessary. So she continued on using her staff to feel along the path. For three days now she has been out in this light-forsaken wilderness searching for the lost tower. The old tome spoke of it, of a once great tower somewhere in these dark woods, wherein dwells the immortal countess. Fabled to have bathed in the blood of a thousand virgins, her ruthlessness was rivaled only by the Prime Evils.
Freezing in mid-stride, suddenly aware of an unnatural presence nearby, she carefully surveyed the surrounding area, searching for anything out of the ordinary in forest growth. Seeing nothing, she slowly crept forward; all of her senses alert, searching for the slightest hint of danger. A faint growl could be heard in a clearing up ahead. Careful not to make any sounds to alert the source of the bestial growls, she tightened her grip and her staff and continued on in the direction of the sounds. At the edge of the clearing she finally spotted a creature of gargantuan size fighting a pack of smaller demons. Judging from their war paint and their jerky, uncoordinated movements she identified the demons as carver-kin, dangerous in numbers and stronger than their more common cousins fallen-ones. But against the brute they were fighting, they might as well been a flock of sheep. Its vicious claws rending flesh and blows powerful enough to send them flying as if they were straw poppets. This was no ordinary beast. As she watched it fight, she could see the intelligence in its eyes as if it were human; there was no corruption in its visage only aim and purpose. The creature had the look of a great bear, towering over the carvers, standing on its two hind feet, with massive arms and paws larger then her own head.
A sudden movement off to the side caught her eye and took her attention away from the battle. A shaman was moving to flank the bear, to attack it from behind while it was too busy killing the smaller carvers to notice him. Decided to take a gamble, she burst out from the brush focusing her inner energy into the raw form of fire. Using her staff as a nexus of her energy she concentrated the flames into a ball and with a grunt of exertion, sent it flying towards the shaman. Her sudden appearance caught the attention of the shaman as he was readying his attack on the bear. He was just starting to focus his own energy when the fireball exploded, taking off his face and most of his front armor and sending his body careening into a group of carvers. The shock was enough to break the remainder of the demons, sending them fleeing out in all directions back into the relative safety of the surrounding woods.
Silence returned to the forest, as she found herself face to navel with the enormous bear. Breathing heavily, it coldly regarded her as she unflinchingly returned its glare, readying herself for the worst. After its breathing had slowed, it opened its mouth and began to speak in a voice that sounded most definitely human.
“These woods are not safe for a girl such as yourself. Alone and as young as you are, you should not be out here at all.”
“I’m sorry.” Quickly gathering up her courage. “But I just saved you from getting your furry butt burned off by that shaman over there while you were playing throw-down with your little friends. I think a ‘thank you’ is in order.” She snapped back.
They continued to stare at each other, neither of them moving. Suddenly the bear began to roar with laughter, shaking the trees and sending the remaining wildlife scampering away, deep into the woods.
“Ha! Small you are, but not at heart. Very well. I am grateful for your aid.”
And with that he began transforming.