Post by Kailani on Jan 1, 2011 19:25:14 GMT -5
A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR:
I'm a to-be author so I'm writing this first chapter as I go, so until the subject says "FIN", I'm not done writing.
Just a note!
CHAPTER ONE::The Parting of the Sea
. Arcane saw the sea rise up towards the infinite sky that towered over the world, and part-as if letting a god through its open hands. The rays of water simmered in the sun in a million colors. He looked around, no, no one sees it the rest of the people in the hub were chattering away in the wake of the rising sea. Their mouths were bulging and chewing their inners out. He couldn't say anything as a distant figure walked onto the sandy beaches and the sea collapse back, sending multi-colored dew drops of gold water over the village. The figure disappeared...to a human eye. As the shadow walked into a haze, Arcane's blind eye-right-changed gold as it took in the sea witch.
. The sea witch was 5'2'', average height, her shoulder-length hair was a sunset orange, streaked with red that radiated in the harsh sunlight. Her murky green eyes stared off in the opposite direction, toward the longing sea. Two long white ribbons that protruded from her pants, trailed behind her as she walked away, following the coast line. She wore a white blouse, cut in the front, and long in the back. A black belt wrapped around her waist, over her shirt. Her thighs were covered by a pair of green pants. And the two bleach white ribbons snaked behind her in the sand. Barefoot, she walked along the coast, over the sharp glass bottles discarded by drunks, around shells that are encased by the sand, and across the scorching dusty sand that followed the sea to the end of the world.
. Arcane's one blind gold eye caught all these details as he walked out of the hub into the salty summer air of Encansta. He was aware that the other people moved away from him as he passed. Not because of his inhuman powers, but because they only knew of him as a half blind fool. How wrong they are, he thought. His job was to protect Encasta, and hunt down spirits of the upturned dark.
. Arcane's gloved hand touched the white leather pouch by his hip, secured by the belt that held his black jeans on. His long black coat, tarnished with white patterns of magic spells, fluttered behind him as his black boots walked across the beach toward the sea witch.
. Arcane could sense her aura bouncing off through the atmosphere, repelling any commoners nearby to walk away and forget to have seen her.
Suddenly she stopped, she cursed herself, how come she hadn't noticed that other person following her? Her nose picked up five other auras other than the guy that was stalking her. She would let him catch up; she had some time to toy around. Arcane, huh? Funny name.
. Arcane saw her bend down and pick up two white seashells. He continued to walk towards her, his own directness astonished him as well. Something was up. Hey. Something is always up. Yet he still felt the need to call up Kiminti.
. His supporter or spirit, Kiminti, drifted to his side invisibly. Kiminti was always invisible; her pure form was a type of invisibility all the while. Kiminti was shadow. Arcane knew she was following him as he walked towards the sea witch.
. She sensed Arcane bending over her, his shadow cast over her kneeling figure, searching in the sand. His spirit was nearby, watching over her. It sent prickles up her neck feeling anyone this close. Arcane was magic, it was pulsing from his aura and sending shocks of magic all over the space. What a messy magician She stood up in one great sweep sending Arcane into the scorching sand. She opened her mouth and started talking,
. "Helloa. I'm Sagara. Where am I, Arc-inte??", Sagara remembered to add the 'Inte' after Arcane's name, it was the honorific for friend.
. Arcane was startled, his mouth was filled with the roasting sand. "Arc-inte" How the, does she know my name? And Sagara. Sagara, Sagara. Never heard that one
. "You came here, don't you know where you are?" Arcane spat out the sand sent flicks of gold everywhere. The sun was burning the atmosphere of and the sand-coals-weren¡¯t helping; but the sea witch was grinning as if she knew of the heat that was killing his insides out. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow in a "answer me already" way.
. "You're in Encasta, and this is my town witch", a gruff voice called from behind them. Sagara whipped around, but Arcane and her were surrounded by the gang already. All dressed sparingly in black wearing studded accessories and carrying bats.
. Sagara grinned and set her jaw back, moving her left foot forward and shifting her weight to her right. She tucked her right arm behind her back and jutted her left elbow at the man who had spoken. She sneered,
. "Think you can even land a blow?", Looking oddly punk herself in her white shirt tucked by a black belt and the green khakis. An anklet wrapped around her left foot, gold, inlayed with two jewels, both on either side of a white circle of gold, and inside was etched with a magic emblem, melted sky pearl being the ink. Arcane cursed himself for not noticing. This was a sign of definite power.
. "So Arc-inte", she cheeked without turning her eye, a vapor of blue rose from her outstretched hand, "You gonna help this poor damsel in distress fight this bad-a** gang?". A sword misted blue fell from the vapor, she snatched it up in mid fall. A green emerald placated the hilt, otherwise, it seemed as much a crystal than anything. She jumped and switched her stance, a grin plastered on. What troubled Arcane the most was the way when she cussed, somehow the word seemed hazy and intangible. He shrugged,
. "Let's kick butt"
In a moment that Arcane could barely catch, Sagara stabbed the sword to the sand and used it to help balance her weight as she used it as a pole to swing in a wide arc. Her bare feet seared the gang having them all at their butts in a minute. She grabbed the sword out of the sand, a pool of water swelling from where it had touched.
Arcane caught his breath and drew out Marlene from the air. He snatched her hilt and snapped out a long pale blonde rod from the hilt. As he swung it around blocking furtive hits, electricity buzzed up and down its point. The grunt moved up to strike Arcane from above. Weakness. Arcane jabbed the gold tit right to his stomach. The man flew off the beach and landed into the water, unconscious.
Turning, Sagara had the sword point to the gang leader, all else were wiped out,
“Now because you answered my question of where we are”, her voice luminously gloating, “I’ll spare you touched of god”, and she flung the man into the waves. “That is, if you can swim”, she murmured, the sword vaporizing. Arcane snapped back the golden rod and pocketed the hilt,
“Fancy work you’ve done there”
“Why thank you. Nor Arc-inte, if you’ll kindly escort me to your manor”, he had gotten used to her peering into his life.
“Of course”
I'm a to-be author so I'm writing this first chapter as I go, so until the subject says "FIN", I'm not done writing.
Just a note!CHAPTER ONE::The Parting of the Sea
. Arcane saw the sea rise up towards the infinite sky that towered over the world, and part-as if letting a god through its open hands. The rays of water simmered in the sun in a million colors. He looked around, no, no one sees it the rest of the people in the hub were chattering away in the wake of the rising sea. Their mouths were bulging and chewing their inners out. He couldn't say anything as a distant figure walked onto the sandy beaches and the sea collapse back, sending multi-colored dew drops of gold water over the village. The figure disappeared...to a human eye. As the shadow walked into a haze, Arcane's blind eye-right-changed gold as it took in the sea witch.
. The sea witch was 5'2'', average height, her shoulder-length hair was a sunset orange, streaked with red that radiated in the harsh sunlight. Her murky green eyes stared off in the opposite direction, toward the longing sea. Two long white ribbons that protruded from her pants, trailed behind her as she walked away, following the coast line. She wore a white blouse, cut in the front, and long in the back. A black belt wrapped around her waist, over her shirt. Her thighs were covered by a pair of green pants. And the two bleach white ribbons snaked behind her in the sand. Barefoot, she walked along the coast, over the sharp glass bottles discarded by drunks, around shells that are encased by the sand, and across the scorching dusty sand that followed the sea to the end of the world.
. Arcane's one blind gold eye caught all these details as he walked out of the hub into the salty summer air of Encansta. He was aware that the other people moved away from him as he passed. Not because of his inhuman powers, but because they only knew of him as a half blind fool. How wrong they are, he thought. His job was to protect Encasta, and hunt down spirits of the upturned dark.
. Arcane's gloved hand touched the white leather pouch by his hip, secured by the belt that held his black jeans on. His long black coat, tarnished with white patterns of magic spells, fluttered behind him as his black boots walked across the beach toward the sea witch.
. Arcane could sense her aura bouncing off through the atmosphere, repelling any commoners nearby to walk away and forget to have seen her.
Suddenly she stopped, she cursed herself, how come she hadn't noticed that other person following her? Her nose picked up five other auras other than the guy that was stalking her. She would let him catch up; she had some time to toy around. Arcane, huh? Funny name.
. Arcane saw her bend down and pick up two white seashells. He continued to walk towards her, his own directness astonished him as well. Something was up. Hey. Something is always up. Yet he still felt the need to call up Kiminti.
. His supporter or spirit, Kiminti, drifted to his side invisibly. Kiminti was always invisible; her pure form was a type of invisibility all the while. Kiminti was shadow. Arcane knew she was following him as he walked towards the sea witch.
. She sensed Arcane bending over her, his shadow cast over her kneeling figure, searching in the sand. His spirit was nearby, watching over her. It sent prickles up her neck feeling anyone this close. Arcane was magic, it was pulsing from his aura and sending shocks of magic all over the space. What a messy magician She stood up in one great sweep sending Arcane into the scorching sand. She opened her mouth and started talking,
. "Helloa. I'm Sagara. Where am I, Arc-inte??", Sagara remembered to add the 'Inte' after Arcane's name, it was the honorific for friend.
. Arcane was startled, his mouth was filled with the roasting sand. "Arc-inte" How the, does she know my name? And Sagara. Sagara, Sagara. Never heard that one
. "You came here, don't you know where you are?" Arcane spat out the sand sent flicks of gold everywhere. The sun was burning the atmosphere of and the sand-coals-weren¡¯t helping; but the sea witch was grinning as if she knew of the heat that was killing his insides out. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow in a "answer me already" way.
. "You're in Encasta, and this is my town witch", a gruff voice called from behind them. Sagara whipped around, but Arcane and her were surrounded by the gang already. All dressed sparingly in black wearing studded accessories and carrying bats.
. Sagara grinned and set her jaw back, moving her left foot forward and shifting her weight to her right. She tucked her right arm behind her back and jutted her left elbow at the man who had spoken. She sneered,
. "Think you can even land a blow?", Looking oddly punk herself in her white shirt tucked by a black belt and the green khakis. An anklet wrapped around her left foot, gold, inlayed with two jewels, both on either side of a white circle of gold, and inside was etched with a magic emblem, melted sky pearl being the ink. Arcane cursed himself for not noticing. This was a sign of definite power.
. "So Arc-inte", she cheeked without turning her eye, a vapor of blue rose from her outstretched hand, "You gonna help this poor damsel in distress fight this bad-a** gang?". A sword misted blue fell from the vapor, she snatched it up in mid fall. A green emerald placated the hilt, otherwise, it seemed as much a crystal than anything. She jumped and switched her stance, a grin plastered on. What troubled Arcane the most was the way when she cussed, somehow the word seemed hazy and intangible. He shrugged,
. "Let's kick butt"
In a moment that Arcane could barely catch, Sagara stabbed the sword to the sand and used it to help balance her weight as she used it as a pole to swing in a wide arc. Her bare feet seared the gang having them all at their butts in a minute. She grabbed the sword out of the sand, a pool of water swelling from where it had touched.
Arcane caught his breath and drew out Marlene from the air. He snatched her hilt and snapped out a long pale blonde rod from the hilt. As he swung it around blocking furtive hits, electricity buzzed up and down its point. The grunt moved up to strike Arcane from above. Weakness. Arcane jabbed the gold tit right to his stomach. The man flew off the beach and landed into the water, unconscious.
Turning, Sagara had the sword point to the gang leader, all else were wiped out,
“Now because you answered my question of where we are”, her voice luminously gloating, “I’ll spare you touched of god”, and she flung the man into the waves. “That is, if you can swim”, she murmured, the sword vaporizing. Arcane snapped back the golden rod and pocketed the hilt,
“Fancy work you’ve done there”
“Why thank you. Nor Arc-inte, if you’ll kindly escort me to your manor”, he had gotten used to her peering into his life.
“Of course”
