The young girl sat impatiently, concentrating hard on what
she was doing. If indeed this spell were to work, she would need all of her
strength. She had to still her mind.
In and out; around in a circle. That was the way of things;
dark and light; chaos, creation, and the ever burning orb.
Suddenly, she heard a twig snap, breaking her out of her
maditative state. With an air of irritation, she brushed off the green forest
outfit she wore when Ben wasn't around. She frowned. She knew these woods like
the back of her hand; she sensed that something here was not quite right. She
was friends with many of the animals here, and so was Ben. He knew
where the clearing was, and the only company she had besides him was that of
the whispering trees.
Again she heard another twig snap. She tensed. This was
After throwing on her white hooded robe and slipping on
the tall, tanned boots she always wore, she leaped high, using her magic to
propel her to the branches of her friend trees. Peering down, she looked for
anything that was amiss.
There it was. It was someone from the borderlands; the
outside. This was odd. None of the people on the edge of the woods ever went
inside, especially into the heart of it. There were rumors of people that
worshiped the old ways. That of nature and not of technology. And one of
those she was.
Ah, but this one seemed to know what he was doing. He
slipped silently through the trees. He wore a lot of green, with silky mehou
feathers tied in his hair with leather cords. He wore high boots of what
looked like emerald dragon leather. Slung on his back was a quiver of arrows,
a bow across his arm and a dagger clearly visible in his boot. And lastly,
his hair was raven black, cut shorter then that of the usual man.
He stealthy pulled an arrow from the quiver and loaded it
onto the bow. She looked below her to see a white male stag, grazing
peacefully, not suspecting an approaching death.
"No..." she whispered. She gracefully leaped from the
branches, flipped in mid-air and landed in a crouch in front of the stag, who
understood immediately who she was. It kneeled down and she laid her head
on the stag's heart.
She felt the man hesitate. "Get out of my way, girl." He
Miriek did not move. "No," she said stubbornly.
He raised his bow again in a thret. "I don't want to have
to kill you," he warned.
Miriek stubbornly did not move. "Then I suppose you will
have to kill me. If it is my time, then it's my time. But I have sworn to
protect this forest from people like you." She tilted her head. "I will not
let you kill him."
Her warning came too late. An arrow whizzed through the
air, and she heard it's shrill cry as it cut through the wind. "Move!" she
cried to the white animal. "Go!"
The animal shot away quickly, but it would not be able to
escape the arrow. In a split second, Miriek leaped up and intercepted it with
"Ahhhhhh!!!!" she cried out as the pain shot through her arm.
She fell to the ground breathing hard and wailing in agony.
The man ran to her side. "Are you crazy?!" he roared.
"You're going to get yourself killed!"
"Better for you to take my life than that of my friends."
Miriek gasped in pain. She then grabbed hold of the arrow and started to
"No No!" the man cried, "You'll only make it bleed more!
We need to get you to a healer!" He glared at her. "You are very foolish.
Why did you stop my arrow? That was my dinner."
Miriek sighed. "Why do you insist on eating meat? You
don't have to you know." She frowned. "You outsiders take with no thought of
given back to nature in return." She grabbed the arrow, and with a shrill
scream, drew it out. She threw it to the ground and collapsed. "It sickens
me. How could you want to kill my friend?" She sighed as everything fadded
She had passed out from the pain, the foolish girl. He
stood, looming over her, thinking over what she had told him. Outsiders, she
had said... Did that mean...?
He took a step back from the girl in surprise. Yea
gods, he thought, this woman is one of the nature lovers! The hidden
He looked at her white robe, which was now stained red
with her blood. She would need help, or she would bleed to death. He knelt
down to pick her up to carry her, when something caught his eye.
The white stag. It stood with its eyes twinkling brightly.
He couldn't seem to stop from staring at those eyes... Why is it they seem
to see through me to my soul????
He shook his head. He had to get help...
"Perhaps, Ra'ule, it would have been better if you had
listened to her words. She is not the foolish one you think she is."
He turned to see a man standing in the exact same spot as
the stag had a moment before. The man was tall, with fire red hair and a
beard, although the red had begun to fade to a dull orange around his temples.
His eyes shone that he knew Ra'ule; knew his thoughts and his every move, as
if he could see right into his soul.
"She... uh... needs help. I need to get her to a healer."
The man grinned. "You are fortunate she is one who can
heal herself quickly. She has slipped into a trance." He explained, "The
wound is already gone."
Ra'ule looked. Indeed, the man was right. "But... that's
impossible." he whispered.
The man laughed, and as he did, his eyes twinkled
unnaturally, as though there were something in him that was familiar. They
seemed to brim with knowledge. "Not to one of magic," he said, amused.
"Ha! You're an old fool. Magic isn't real, and if the girl
believes that, then she's a fool too. Hokey religions is all it is, old one."
The old one raised an amused eyebrow. "Look at the girl,
Ra'ule," the man said quietly, "she seems familiar to you, does she not?"
Ra'ule jumped. "How did you know my name?"
He shrugged. "I know a lot more than your name, son." And
with that, Ra'ule turned to walk away, and as he did, the white stag gave a
nod of acknowledgment, then galloped away.
"Magic... is not real... no way..."
Miriek awoke with a ponding headache. She would have to
work on the effect of her power draining if she were ever to heal without
such harsh side effects. When she finally opened her eyes, she jumped. She
was not in the woods, or her grove of trees. She looked around. Oh, gods,
she was trapped! Panic swept over her and she cried out in alarm.
"Woah, woah! Hey, it's okay!" came a familiar voice. She
squinted. Many years ago, she had almost lost her eyesight from the ashes of
the fire. It was very hard now to make out detail. Light, dark, and face
shapes were basically all she could see.
"Oh, it's you." She calmed down in recognition, "How did I
Ra'ule shrugged. "I brought you here. You've been out for
a good three days." He went to put a hand on her forehead, but in alarm, she
moved away. "Jeez! You're a skittish little thing, aren't you?" He asked
"I don't like humans much," she growled.
"Look, all I'm doing is checking your temperature. Relax,
I won't hurt you." Miriek eyed him uneasily, but let him touch her forehead.
"Jeez, you're burning up!" He shrieked.
Miriek shook her head. "I'll be fine. It's happened before."
"At least let me get a rag to try to bring it down,"
He went and got a bowl and a rag, and wet her forehead.
"You said you weren't human," he said attempting to learn more about this
strange girl, "What are you then?"
She eyed him. "I don't know." She held her hand up. On it
was a trace of... something. It shone and sparkled faintly. She then reached
behind to the back of her head, and pulled out a streak of hair. It was a
blazing orangish red, like fire. "My parents died when I was very young.
There was a fire..." she stopped and laughed. "I don't even know you! What
am I saying?!"
He shrugged. "I don't mind. I think... whatever your race
is... it looks like it might be nice."
She looked at him, then leaned forward. She inhaled
deeply, and when she looked at him again, she laughed.
"What?!" he asked defensively.
She shrugged. "It's just your scent." She giggled
"You're attracted to me."
He raised a quizzical eyebrow. "How did you...?"
She touched her nose. "Smell. All of my senses are
fine-tuned. Except for my eyesight, that is. When you live like I do, you
discover that your senses are heightened." She grinned. "Nature can teach
you a lot if you are willing to learn."
"You do magic, right?" he asked her.
"Yes, it bothers you?"
He raised his head in pride. "I don't believe in magic."
She shook her head. "And yet, you shun technology as I
do. You live on your own." She touched his cheek. "You poor thing. You are
so lost." She turned away suddenly. "I have to go."
"Wait!" He cried out, and blocked her path to the door when
she stood. "I want to see you again."
She smiled. "If you do, then you know where to look."
He looked confused. "How will I find you?"
She grinned. "Don't worry, I'll find you." She winked at
him and turned away. He looked out into the woods for a moment, then back
again. In a tree branch perched a white owl. It hooted softly, then flew
"Goodbye, tree spirit." Ra'ule whispered.
He walked through he forest, looking for the forest
guardian. She had said yesterday that he could find her at the heart of the
woods, but where exactly was that? How would he know whenever he got there?
He wasn't even sure he knew where he was going.
He stepped into a clearing, and he looked around. Where
was she? Why was it that he wanted to see her again? Why? What was it about
this girl that seemed so... familiar?
"Perhaps, my friend, it is because we have many lives,
and I would not be surprised if we have met before."
He turned around to see the girl. She was dressed in white
robes with a green sash ties around her waist. Her skin shimmered faintly,
and her brilliant streak of red hair glimmered brightly despite the lack of
She grinned and Ra'ule caught a glimpse of giant white
wings before they disappeared in a shower of glitter.
"How did you-Where did you-" he stuttered.
Miriek smiled at him. "I told you. I've been living in
these woods since I was an infant. And I've studied magic almost my entire
"But-you-how did you... you're a witch!" He snapped, and
started to back away. She went to step forward to comfort him, but he leaped
back. "Stay away from me!" He gave her a look of absolute hatred. "I can't
believe I trusted you! I thought it was all a fake! You're a demoness!" He
glared at her. "You've bewitched me into loving you is what it is."
"I didn't--" Miriek began.
"What was with the wings? Only a witch can impersonate a
demon like that!" he accused.
"But... I... Please, you must understand..." she stuttered,
"I'm not like that... please... I would never do anyhting to hurt you."
Ra'ule ignored her words. "I will go to the prince
immediatly." He glared at her coldly. "His highness does not take kindly to
the practitioners of the dark arts. And if you don't like people, then you're
doomed." With that, he turned and marched boldly away.
Miriek felt as though her heart had just been torn to
peices. She watched Ra'ule march out of her clearing. As soon as she was
out of view, tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I thought he was different," she cried softly, "I thought
he would understand, even if he didn't beleive in magic..."
Her tears hit the ground, and the second they did, a large
snowy owl hooted softly and flew up to land on the back of a white stag. The
large deer turned it's head to nudge the owl, and the owl hooted again, and
|10 Apr 2001|| Terry the Tigger|
More! More! I want more! you need to finish this story! PLEASE!! Hey, bro. I'm glad you like it! I'll work on the story soon. I'll (hopefully) have CH 5 up this month.
|12 Apr 2001|| Jennifer R. DeFord|
Yes, this is somewhat interesting. A lot of typos, though. I like the use of color in your descriptions; it makes your imagery very vivid.
|21 Apr 2001|| Grog|
Different style here. More descriptive, colorful. But needs a tad more polish. Keep it up, beautiful ones.
|7 May 2001|| Krystal Chunaco|
More good work! Can't wait to see what happens next. The characters are coming long nicely, you capture the manner in which they interact well keeping the transitions smooth. A few itty bitty spelling errors, thats all. ^_^I was never good at spelling... I got high grades in all English/Language Arts subjects except spelling... oh well. ^.^
|22 Oct 2001|| Cassie Duncan!|
Now you have a whole bunch of comments from me, eh? well, I liked your story (again) and I just have to read the next chapter, so bye!More! More comments!
|20 Dec 2001|| Cassandra Lee Duncan|
Here they arwe! More comments!
already used up al my inguinuity with the other comments.
Come visit me!
My house, and my Elfwood place. Call me!
I liked you e-mails that you sent.
I sent you back the Harry Potter review. With my comments!
When you do e-mails, could you just write a few, just to say hi, not just passing on mail you already got...
Okay, your stories are good! So write More!!! Alura Raetz
replies: "I must succeed! I shall write more!"
|3 Jan 2002|| Cassandra Lee Duncan|
That's the right thinking!
Now, if only you could really put more stuff up! Umm...
Come visit me! And don't hog Mir! Oh! you other people don't know what I'm talking about do you? Well, whenever Mir's parents are feeling nice, they let her go over one of her friend's houses. She always goes to Alura's. Alura is hogging her! If only I could go over to Alura's house when Mir was there to...
Well, we all got together for New Years, so i shouldn't complain. Sorry.
|5 Jan 2002|| Wolffe|
*mutters darkly* hmph... Silly narrow-minded human... Silly to deny the powers that move the forces of this earth and beyond... Twould only end in great sadness! *clasps paw to heart*
i think the girls emotions seem too human though... Perhaps could be a little different...
If you have read tad williams; sorrow, memory and thorn series, then it would be good if they were like the sithi... (i recomend those books, tremendously)
i like! Very much! *turns into a wolf and runs off*
lol Alura Raetz
replies: "Nope, haven't read 'em. Good idea, though. *Writes in notebook of 'things to read'* Oooo... Woooooolllllfff.... *drool* (Wolfes be my favorite aminals, by th' way)"
|14 Mar 2002|| N. L. Williams|
A maditive state(3rd paragraph)? Sounds painful. I wouldn't change the girl's emotions too much,by the way. It might hurt the story if she's too inhuman. *makes note of tad williams series* Always looking for more stories to read. *looks at watch* Aaah! Have to go to class. I will be back to read more, though. Alura Raetz
replies: "And you did! Thankies! I have a new fan then? I need to post more stuff... *Bashes forehead intot he desk* ... ~~; Ow..."
|2 Dec 2002|| Mir|
Nope kidding. How's that story going by the way? I wantta read the rest of it. Your writing it so well!
And what was this about you inhaling me? *grin* listen to previous commenters. Dont go inhalin' people. Its rude. LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, the *hem* forest spirit does seem a little testy doesnt she?
(Tim) *raises an eyebrow* no wonder, love. Ye had to deal with demons all the time. You said you'd got shot before. I'd be pissed too.
(Mir) Hey, did you know someone said you look like Legolas from lord of the rings?
(tim) *miscevious grin, tries to act innocent.* Really?
(Mir) *suspicious* Uh huh. Well, good job, vi! keep it up. * vanishes in a shower of sparkles*
(tim) I hate it when she does that.
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