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 Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 10:42 pm
Silverwood Mere
We can make a difference; we can make it happen.
Located in the heart of the Redding Woodlands was the Silverweed Mere. Silverweed Mere used to be well known as a gorgeous and shimmering lake which was also a popular fishing spot. But as years passed, a good portion the fish had slowly disappeared. Cleanup crews and organizations didn’t even bother to revisit the poor, unconditioned place. The litter and debris people left behind soon sunk into the soil, making it hard to grow the silky grass and vibrantly colored flowers which had once sprouted our the shore. The lake itself was too dirty to swim in. You couldn’t take in a small mouthful of water without getting a bunch of unknown green goop stuck between your teeth. Old, rotting pieces of wood drifted around the lake, along with soggy leaves and clumps of old moss. Silverweed Mere was striving to survive, along with the few amphibians and insects which had called the lake their home. It wouldn’t be long until the lake was completely deserted; it was only a matter of time until it would be taken off the map as if it never existed. But there was one thing about the lake with remained as beautiful as its name. At midnight, when the bright moon would rise to the sky, the lake’s surface would reflect a stunning metallic silver color.
Several Maida are traveling exploring the Redding Woodlands, and wind up at the old Silverweed Mere...
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 1:12 pm
The night was young in the Redding Woodlands. Winter was slowly approaching, and the winds had gotten tougher and cooler. Fog swept throughout the ground, making it hard to notice objects in a distance. Crickets emerged from their hiding places, along with the other creatures of the night.
Gillian pushed through a patch of tall, damp, grasses and made her way looking for a nice open spot of fertile soil to rest in for the night. By the looks of all the stones and weeds carpeting the ground, it didn't seem likely she would be going to bed any time soon. She held tightly onto her wet scarf trying to stop it from blowing away in the gusts of wind. Kipper, her fellow human companion, had once told her that it was once a beautiful place to relax and to camp out. He said that he'd go there often in grade school, before his so-called "career" began.
'A lot can change in a few years,' Gill thought as she avoided a deep hole, which seemed to belong to some sort of rodent. Her two, golden yellow antennas drooped over her face, as she let out a warm cloud of breath, which soon faded into the cold night. She was tired, and needed the rest she wanted the entire day.
The young Mayda walked through another tall patch of grasses, closing her eyes to avoid from any plants poking at her. When she felt no more grass under her feet, she began to feel water-- yes water. Gill opened her eyes and looked down only to find herself in an ankle-deep in the liquid. She jumped back into the patch of grass, and walked back to get a better view of what she was before. It was nothing, but a silvery-looking lake. It was a breath-taking view. How she wished she could just call up Kipper to see the sight!
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 10:52 pm
Sugar shivered as the chill wind whipped by, and she wrapped her arms around herself as she plodded through the woodlands. "It's so cold!" she murmured to herself as she stepped over yet another bit of fallen vegetation. "Why didn't I listen to Cali when she told me this place wouldn't be fun?" Cali, her human friend, had warned her that Silverwood Mere wasn't the lovely place it had once been. But Sugar had been so enraptured by Cali's tales of its former beauty that she just had to come see for herself. But so far, her wanderings in the woodlands had been far from pleasant. It was cold and getting dark . . . and she had no idea where to find the elusive Silverwood Mere. "Well, I can at least find someplace to settle down for the night," she reasoned aloud. But before she could think of sleep any further, what she could have sworn was a very faint splashing sound caught her attention. Freezing in place, she cocked her head to one side to listen, her bright antennae vibrating. There it was again! Cautiously, she headed towards the direction she thought it was coming from, and once again the sound of water reached her ears. But at the same time, she was wet! Pooled around her ankles was water, and casting her gaze farther she could see an expanse of even more dark, shimmering water. The water wasn't all she saw, though. Through the reeds, she was quite sure that she'd seen another little Maida, and one wearing stripes, at that! But that was just silly . . . right?
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 10:16 pm
Bara crouched next to a wilting flower. She sighed silently to herself... "Things have just gone too far, haven't they?" she questioned to the air which held no response. She cradled the little flower in her hands and tried her hardest to breath some life into it to no avail. She looked around her.
This flower was one of many, and everything seemed to be dying. The flora, the fauna, and even the wind and water itself carried a sense of despair. She put down the small flower next to another healthier looking one. "Take care of this one, will you?" she asked its new neighbor. The flowers were too hurt and they were unable to respond.
Feeling tired, Bara curled up next to her two flowers and closed her eyes. It was getting too late and there was no way she would be able to find her way home. The wasteland spawled out as far as her eyes could reach... "I guess here is as good as any place..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 8:14 pm
Gillian sat down on a small rock, and combed some dry strands of grass out of her messy hair. She pushed her feet into the soil, and slid down the stone. She was tired, and would probably fall asleep in a matter of minutes. As she began to close her eyes, she felt like someone was behind her...
She made an effort to turn her head to make sure she was alone. Who would even bother to go to the old mere? It seemed like nobody set foot near the lake for years. She was wrong. She rubbed her eyes, and her poor vision made up a green and pink blur. She blinked several times, focussing on what was before her. As her vision clear, she jumped back and clutched to her tiny chest. "Get back!" she hollered as she stepped backwards.
Gilly tried to catch her breath as she removed a blade of dry grass from the dirt. She held it in front of her, using it as a sword. "Back off!" she warned.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 6:55 pm
"Eep!" Sugar started backwards and tripped over a pebble, landing on her rear with a squish. Well, at least the muck was nice and soft! Looking up at the scarf-wearing, grass blade-weilding Mayda, Sugar cocked her head to one side curiously. "Don't be scared! I'm just lost, I won't hurt you!" Sugar told her in what she hoped was a friendly sounding manner. Studying the other Mayda further, Sugar's eyes widened a bit. "Hey! You're tiny, like me!" she said, getting so carried away in her excitement at having met another Maida like her here that she forgot about the other's wariness. "My name is Sugar! Did ya come to explore here too?"
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