Welcome to Gaia! ::

(Introduction)

"Humans are such wretched beings." complained the metal sphere.
Such was the orbital opinion, for not a soul to hear.
So dulling though, was the silence,
That it continued its decree

"Your presumptions were incorect!
To your motives I do object
Yet i am powerless and your slave
Bound without a key

Even my legs, in stride and kick
only follow paths you pick
and because you cannot comprehend
I cannot dissagree

My very eyes at your jurisdiction!
Blind until my expedition.
A curse on your rapacious knowledge!
For I may never see.

and sight...-and sound, and touch, and taste.
Oh such lovely things you waste.
Innate wonders you were granted
that you never granted me.

Happiness, love and imagination,
None of them for my creation.
Deprived of feeling, i was born
Without a soul, my fee.

But one day, though against design
Ill return with a soul that’s mine,
with wordly things among divine.
and on that day I’ll proudly boast:
"Man i rival thee!"

Im very proud to announce that ive decided on a plot for my story, so without further adu-

[Love]


kneeling, barefoot, in the shade made by two large metal sheds, was a young girl with brown, curly, untamed hair. Currently, this girl's face had taken to flexing in various facial expressions in a valiant attempt to keep the little girl occupied. But the attempt failed miserably and her small round nose, slender cheeks and silvery brow retreated back to their proper places, slightly demoralized by the defeat, but satisfied with the effort. The girl rose to her feet and tip toed towards the edge of the crate. She peered outside for an instant before retracting back into her hiding spot.

A few yards away from her, clearly visible before the random disorder of crates and red dust, was a figure brandishing its hand about wildly. The girl stifled a giggle and looked out again. This time the figure was scanning the interior of a massive crate. She spared no time, lunging out of her hiding spot and racing towards another alley- up a few crates opposite to her’s.

The alley hid its interior well and the girl was satisfied with her choice. She came to a halt within the shadows. After perching herself in the darkest corner of the alley, she resumed her silent apprehension. She gave the figure a few minute before it came into her sight. The girl wiggled her toes against the warm pavement and tried to find something to occupy herself with, as young children tend to do when forced to wait.

Up seemed like a good place to start. The sky above was a brilliant blue that made the dull grey crates luster where the sun's rays hit, but it was not particularly interesting and failed to hold the girls attention for more then a few seconds. Her next choice was the crate she was perched under. She turned and glared upwards. Her attention was immediately captured by the giant orange letters across the mid-section of the tall steel shed:

M A R Z

Of course the letters meant nothing to the girl, and she gave up after her third attempt to interpret them, deciding that the approaching footsteps were probably more important. Again the girl held back a giggle. It was all a matter of time now. She held her index finger out in anticipation.

A boy around the same age as the girl, with neat blond hair and pale cheeks, passed her alley. His arms were hanging loosely at his sides and he wore a very dazed expression. More importantly though, he had failed to check her hiding spot as he passed, undoubtedly too busy staring off into space. She moved quickly, sprinting out of the alley with her arm extended at full length, and her finger aimed at the boy, yelling

"Bang, Bang, Bang!" She wiggled her finger afterwards in what she thought was a convincing impression of a gun recoil. Finally she burst out laughing, and with a great deal of satisfaction at that. The boy also grinned but only momentarily. Quickly, he put on a sour expression and stared mournfully towards the ground.

"It's not fair you...you..." The boy scanned the ground in search of an explanation. The girl stole his attention before he could find one, waltzing about in clear celebration of her victory.

"I" she informed him "won" she now began to add a spin to every other step. "and now" she continued "you" she made a running leap halting dramatically on one foot in-front of the boy "have to take me to the secret spot.”

“what spot?” the boy said innocently. But, the girl saw right past this ploy.

“You know which spot, the one you promised you would show me, and im not leaving until I see it and you'll be in big trouble if you go back without your partner.” she said this all in a single breath, making it terribly dificult to understand. Nevertheless, the boy contemplated what he thought she said for a moment, and then sighed in quiet agreement.

"Fine." Said the boy, and with a melodramatic flail he fixed his posture upright and began marching toward the very last crate enclosed within the area. The girl followed after-spinning every so often when the boy wasn’t looking.

After a long walk across the dusty grounds, the pair reached the giant metal fence that enclosed the area. The boy took a moment to scan about the length of the fence and then pointed to a section a few yards to the left of them. There the fence ended and began again leaving a very tight gap which looked nearly impossible to fit through from where they were standing. As they got nearer to the gap, though, the gap got wider and when they arived in front of it, it was just large enough to allow them to shift through one at a time.

The boy stepped through first disappearing behind a green mesh. The girl paused at the gap. Through it was a sea of red and brown, cracking and rippling over the floor. The boy was standing a few paces away, slowly inspecting the arid wasteland before him. The girl hesitated, and paused to muse over something, but quickly forgot it when she saw the boy continuing his march into the peculiar dessert. The girl lunged out of the gate after the boy. She was surprised to find the dessert floor cool despite its arid features-the ground was almost moist. Their march was towards an incline where the sand began to lighten. The girl, however, was in no hurry, lagging behind to grind the sand between her toes, and enjoy the odd shapes made by mixtures of brown and red sand. So when the boy reached the peak of the incline the girl was still ways away from where it began.

“Hurry up! we're gonna be in big trouble if they find us out here.” he moaned, turning away from her impatiently. Her progress up the hill quickened at this. Finally, after minutes of painstaking effort, she was at the top. The path behind her was a trail of stumbles and displaced dirt, unlike the boy's neat foot prints leading upwards. She admired these before turning towards the site over the hill.

What the girl saw next was stunning. The top of the hill dropped back downward, not into another valley, but into a lake of massive proportions. The water sparkled in the sun and flaunted its mass with a shower of light across its surface. Far off in the distance was a line of mountains, just barely visible as a smudge of red. The circumference of the lake was staggering, the slope that reached down into the water went on forever in both directions. She turned to the boy breathlessly trying to muster up a cognitive word. Nothing found its way past a breath though, so she simply turned back to the water.

The boy peered around with mild interest, But soon became tired of the silence. His foot began to kick back and forth in the sand and he stared around uneasily. Finally he tugged at the girls arm motioning back towards the jungle of metal sheds.
“ We have to go now." he said tugging on her arm again. The girl ignored this.

“ How’d you find this place?” she asked, promptly pulling her arm away from his.

“ None of your business is how." he sounded a bit agitated now and again he said “ We have to go.”

The girl turned to him ready to inform him that they would be fine and to inquire him further of his connection with the lake...but the boy wasn’t there when she turned. The girl stared wildly around the desert, then back towards the water. But the water had disappeared too. Suddenly the world around her began to crumble into itself; the skys melted away and the ground began to vaporize into nothingness. Violent streaks of red and blue whirled past her eyes forming a halo of turmoil about her, then dissipating into nothingness. Even she began to vanish, the color and form that made up her body began to whisk away in some untouchable breeze.

Then there was a moment of null existence, where she began to feel her very perception of herself slip away too. Soon she no longer felt like herself, her presence suddenly shifted form her consciousness to another's. No longer was she the girl but a person viewing what the girl had once been. The process was vivid and as painful an experience as a person without a body could undergo. That person awoke, gratefully inhaling air from the world that person knew.

This person was a young women with long red hair and piercing green eyes. She looked exhausted, perspiring heavily where she sat and hunched over in an attempt to catch her breath, and yet had an otherwise calm demeanor about her, wearing what looked like a steady and patient expression. With some effort this women got up and gazed around trying to recall what reality was, and if this place was familiar enough to pass as it.

She was in a small white room with a single window and a dull grey ceilling. The floor was scattered with thick plastic sheets and a number of clay items which looked as if their only purpose was to meet aesthetic desires. In the center of the room was a mattress where she had sat only a moment before. Other than these very uninteresting things was a candle protruding from a decorated silver stand that sat on the window sill. This was unlit.

Slowly she began to re-grasp the world with each familiar site. She had remembered that she was a women, who had very few living relatives (or was it none at all), and was living alone with her younger sister (or a younger girl)...for some reason. her thoughts wavered here. She was quite certain she was missing something- well she was quite certain she was missing a lot of things at the moment, but this thing was special. She mulled over this then took a stroll around the room, stopping to look out the single window. Outside the window was a spectacular view of black uninviting towers and a bleak city covered with dark storm clouds that stretched as far as the eye could see. Then it dawned on her (for some reason)

“Oh right!” she exclaimed “My name, its Rosaline !”





[i hope thats better ^_^ let me know what you think of it. ]

"My being crafted with your intentions.
My legs to follow your soul corrections.
Forever I must travel
on paths chose not by me.

That "soul corrections" line. sweatdrop What is a soul correction?
And instead of "chose" try "chosen"

Actually, I think the beginning was the best. It was definitely something new to come up with a sphere's point of view. The imagery wasn't bad. I would be careful with your word choice, sometimes, though.
Like here:

kneeling in the shade made by two large metal boxes, was a young barefoot girl with curly untamed hair that would tickle the bridge of her nose whenever she forgot to brush it aside.


The young girl sat barefoot, kneeling in the shade created by two large metal boxes. Untamed curls chased their way down her back, and tickled the bridge of her nose whenever she forgot to brush them aside.