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 Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 5:36 pm
Just a Story That I've decided to work on. Tell me what you think.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 6:19 pm
A man lay on the ground taking in heavy breaths, shuttering as he let them out. The dirt underneath him was drenched, but the wound in his side still flowed.
A young woman came into his veiw. Though he was dying, he notice her beauty. Her dark hair falling over her shoulders past her waist. Her slender figure and defiant curves showing darkly against the light silver dress she wore. But what caught him the most was her eyes. She knelt on one knee beside him, those violet eyes looking sadly into his fading blue ones.
Her willowy fingers slid down his chest to his wound. Her voice spoke softly almost unaudible, "Dear man. . .you must live. Do not leave me." There was power in her voice and a faint glow issued from her hands. The mans breath steadied and the pain subsided. "Sleep."
He did as the woman had bid, slipping into darkness.
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 10:38 pm
"...Harper..."The man heard someone softly calling his name. The voice wasn't of the young woman who had saved him. He opened his eyes to find himself lying on a pile of blankets.
A woman not much younger then himself stood above him. Her brow was knit worridly. Her dark red hair was pulled back in a loose bun revealing bright green eyes. Her lips were in a deep frown. He knew is was late by the fact she was still in her nightgown.
"You tell me what happened." His sister demanded a little angrily as he sat up. "How are you healed. The damn man said he left you a puddle of your own blood!" Tears were now spilling down her face.
"Lynn, please sit." She did as he said and he placed a comforting arm around her. "First tell me how I got back."
"An elderly man brought you. I was really surprised he could carry you...he left you at the door." Harper frowned a little and told Lynn what he remembered. "I just don't understand how I can help her. I don't know who she is."
Lynn stood up once againadn studied her brothers face. "I guess...it's time.." She left him sitting bewildered by her comment. When she returned she was holding a small golden box in her hands. "Remember the profit?"
It was a simple question that caught him off guard. "Well, yes...but what has that to do with anything." The profit was a traveller who had the gift of sight. It was along time ago when he had visited their town.
"He invisioned a prophecy about you and told mom. She wrote it down and placed the items you would need in the box." She placed the box in his lap. "Before she died, she told me how I would know when to give it to you."
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