Post by KrazyRandomness on Sept 26, 2009 1:51:27 GMT -5
This is something I hope will be published (even if I'm only fourteen). Hope you guys like it.
Chapter I
Nothing. That is what she felt like. Nothing. Utterly tranquil, yet fanatical at the same time. It was an abnormal feeling.
Suddenly, time seem to quickly speed up and, soon, she was choking on water. The young girl hastily gained her awareness back and started kicking her legs. The water fought back and almost overpowered her.
But she still won.
Gasping for breath, she fell onto the sand. She rolled onto her back and tried to think.
Nothing came.
She groaned as she tried to move. Her legs were broken, that was for sure. She couldn’t even feel her arms.
She gave an anguished cry and shut her eyes. So this was the end.
It was, in a way, humorous. Here she was, a young lass who couldn’t even recollect her own name, about to die. Not only that, but die on a chilly and grimy beach. The thought of it all.
She opened her eyes and blinked as she heard the faint sounds of sand being parted. Her cerulean eyes tried to find out who the owner was, but, alas, it was no use.
Finally, golden eyes looked down at her. Her eyes widen a bit when she noticed it’s skin was replaced with ebony scales while white fangs gleamed in the small light the moon gave off. She whimpered as he reached down it a clawed hand.
When she felt nothing rip her to shreds or even cut her, she opened her eyes again. To her astonishment, it was carrying her. That, and it wasn’t an it, it was a he.
For what seemed like forever of just simply letting him carry her, he finally spoke. His voice was sort of an undertone, with a gentle hiss now and again.
“You are hurt, no?”
She stayed tacit for a long time. Soon, she spoke.
“I am…hurt…”
Her voice was dry, which was odd since she was just in the ocean…
“Don’t worry.”
For a while, the lass didn’t reply, but, finally, she said, “I don’t plan to,” before falling into a deep slumber.
Chapter I
Nothing. That is what she felt like. Nothing. Utterly tranquil, yet fanatical at the same time. It was an abnormal feeling.
Suddenly, time seem to quickly speed up and, soon, she was choking on water. The young girl hastily gained her awareness back and started kicking her legs. The water fought back and almost overpowered her.
But she still won.
Gasping for breath, she fell onto the sand. She rolled onto her back and tried to think.
Nothing came.
She groaned as she tried to move. Her legs were broken, that was for sure. She couldn’t even feel her arms.
She gave an anguished cry and shut her eyes. So this was the end.
It was, in a way, humorous. Here she was, a young lass who couldn’t even recollect her own name, about to die. Not only that, but die on a chilly and grimy beach. The thought of it all.
She opened her eyes and blinked as she heard the faint sounds of sand being parted. Her cerulean eyes tried to find out who the owner was, but, alas, it was no use.
Finally, golden eyes looked down at her. Her eyes widen a bit when she noticed it’s skin was replaced with ebony scales while white fangs gleamed in the small light the moon gave off. She whimpered as he reached down it a clawed hand.
When she felt nothing rip her to shreds or even cut her, she opened her eyes again. To her astonishment, it was carrying her. That, and it wasn’t an it, it was a he.
For what seemed like forever of just simply letting him carry her, he finally spoke. His voice was sort of an undertone, with a gentle hiss now and again.
“You are hurt, no?”
She stayed tacit for a long time. Soon, she spoke.
“I am…hurt…”
Her voice was dry, which was odd since she was just in the ocean…
“Don’t worry.”
For a while, the lass didn’t reply, but, finally, she said, “I don’t plan to,” before falling into a deep slumber.