Monday, October 29, 2012

The Beginning - Chapter One


Hi my name is Emily, just a regular seventeen year old girl in high school in the last year. I wish I was a regular teenager but hey a girl can dream. I'm a fairy princess with a destiny that I don't want.

This is me and Hanna my twin sister. She loves all the politics and if I was to guess she would love to be in line for the throne. With rules that's impossible due to me being older. Why didn't she just push me out of the way and come out first.

These are my parents, Queen Sophie and King Tallis. They are so kind and rule the court with fair judgment.

This is me and my boyfriend Mark. We have been dating for a little while but I wouldn't call it serious. We are kinda like best friends more that anything. And the other girls just hate me for it. They want him because hes not only royal but handsome at that.

That's my sister Hanna and her older boyfriend that's in college now. My parents were hesitant in letting them date at first, but of course they love each other and seemed relentless to stay away from each other. So my parents let them be together. They have been dating for several years now and well they are just good for each other.

And the three amigos, our guardians. My sister has Sandy the girl in the middle. Shes wicked fast and skilled in magic and fighting. The blond is Chris, yes hes hot as fire, straight out of guardian school a few years older than me. He had such good grades and good skills he became my first guard way before Dimitri was assigned to me as well. I guess they figured I needed more protection than my sister who was with her boyfriend all the time with his guards. Dimitri came from the academy where he taught martial arts and classes to other new guardians that wanted to make a career out of being guards. He held the status of royal guard when he actually had to face the Night Walkers himself to save the one he was protecting. He succeeded but not without injury. From then on he was determined to teach others how to fight them and survive.

As little kids me and Hanna didn't need personal guards like we do now. We went to school together and were always playing together. We were royal but not that close to the throne at the time. My parents were not king and queen yet. My mother's father was still alive and was ruling.

As me and Hanna grew up we developed magic of our own and could do extraordinary things. It was fun and yes we got into a lot of trouble for it. What can I say? Fairy's will be fairy's.

One night when my mother read me and Hanna to sleep she told me the story of how it all began. I can still remember that night I asked her. "I'll be right back she told me as I watched her leave my room.. She quickly returned with a old leather bound book. Walking over she sat down on my bed opening the book she scanned through many pages until she found what she was looking for.

I was so excited to hear how we became who we were. I settled into bed as my mother sat down on the edge of the bed. “It started about a hundred years ago," she began.


 "One day a little girl was born with a rare disease that no one knew of. Many of the local doctors came to find they had no answers or clues on how to heal the baby. Out of desperation her mother sought out a wizard that was known to deal with magic. So frail the little baby laid, never crying or moving. The wizard agreed to heal the baby in return for her to marry one of his family when she become of age. They agreed as they watched the Wizard take out a pouch of silver dust. He walked over to the tiny little baby that laid in its little cradle. Reaching into the dust he sprinkled it over her little body while saying some strange words that made no sense to any of them. Once he was done he reached down and laid his hands on the baby's chest. What happened next was amazing. A light radiated from his hand and moved into her body. The baby then let out a little cry. The mother of the baby ran over scooping her up into her arms, as she wept with joy. The wizard turned to her, “She will need to be protected, she can not be seen by mortals for they will take her. They do not know that she is special, blessed with the gift of light,” he told her. “We will keep her safe,” she replied to the wizard that left as fast as he come. The mother watched her little baby that was now full of life. She also began to notice that the baby had a slight glow to her. One day it appeared she had wings that fluttered, though they were not physical.  Beautiful light radiated from her. As she grew up she developed extraordinary powers. She could hover and transform into a small ball of light. They protected her from the world, hiding her existence. As she turned into a adult she fell in love with a mortal. Their children were mixed. Some were like her and others were half like her and half like their father. That’s where the breed of guardians came from. We are the same in so many ways, but they are not as delicate as we are. They have many of our magical powers but can not fly or transform like we can. They don’t have the gift of light. We must be protected from evil that would do us harm."
“Who would want to harm us mom,” I asked with curiosity.
"Are you sure you want to hear about them, I don't want to scare you." 
"I'm sure, I want to know," I replied trying to sound confident.
 
“They are called Night Walkers,”
Mystical creatures as we were. We referred to them as nightwalkers. They were considered the undead walking the earth with pure evil flowing through their veins. They didn’t care about anyone but their own selves. You could spot them by their looks alone. They had pale skin that had a glow to it, as well as eyes that glowed in certain lighting. They had fangs that they used to bite their victims to drain their blood. Yep, they drank blood! That was so disgusting. And if they didn’t kill you, they would turn you into the undead as well by drinking all your blood and then making you drink theirs. They were immortal as well, they never aged. Some chose to be immortal and some were turned against their will. 

They got their name Night Walkers from being only out at night. They stayed out of site in the daylight, not sure if it was that they couldn’t stand the sun or that they would be too easy to spot during the day. We had to be protected against them for they loved fairy blood, they say that our blood was magical and that it gave them super strength as well as the taste of our blood just drove them wild. There were stories told that if a fairy was turned then we would loose our wings and our magic that made us special would disappear and we would become like them with their fangs that would rip thought a innocent girls neck, taking her life by drinking all her blood, and just right at the time that she would be almost dead, they would offer their blood or force them to drink the blood of the undead and it would turn them into night walkers. As well as other species, they too could be turned into the undead.

I personally had never seen one, but many said that in battles years ago they were super strong, fast and deadly. Many that encountered them never got the chance to tell about it. There were a few that managed to survive, to help teach the others how to defend there themselves from the night walkers.
I sat there trying to imagine it all. It was a story that would be told for years to come. I tried to think of what it would be like to see one of them in person only to shudder at the thought of it. I could only hope that with me being royalty that they would protect us from that evil and I would never have to see them.
“Mom, do you think that they could ever hurt us?” I asked with curiosity.
“Of course not, we have the best guards, and they will protect us from them,” she told me.

Without any further questions my mother tucked me and my sister in and left us to sleep. I fought as long as I could to stay awake to only find that I drifted off to sleep only a short time after mom had left. This was the first memory that I had of them and visited this story many times.


 

Friday, October 26, 2012

Introducing Fairytales

Fairytales is a new series I'm starting after working on my epic journey with Medieval. I loved writing it so now I'm ready to take you on another ride through twists and turns as you see Emily's life through her eyes.
My name is Emily, Coming from a royal family line with my twin sister, Hanna. My life was turned up side down over a year ago. Being on the run with many out to kill me, I could only start from the beginning for anyone to understand the predicament I am now in. It began a few years ago when my family lived at the royal court together. I was a fairy princess along with my twin sister, Hanna. She was more of the princess type than I was. I would prefer to just be normal, but being born into a royal family I was destined the day I was born. Being the older sister by 5 minutes I would be the first to ascend the throne, if it was to come to that, which I would prefer my sister to do that honor. We lived at the palace that was surrounded by many guards that protected us from danger, so I thought. And that's where my story all begins. But before I tell you how I ended up here, I must go back to the beginning where it all started.

Chris carried me as I screamed and cried. Tears ran down my face and I was covered in blood. Not my blood, but blood of Innocent people that I knew for sure were dead.

Hearing footsteps closing in, Chris put me down and started dragging my by the hand. He was fast and keeping up was almost impossible. We had to get away or they would kill us.

We ran for the woods for cover, hoping to loose them we could only pray that we could outrun them.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Cold Hearted - Chapter Ninty Nine

Annabell found Nolan on the dance floor. "I'm going to put my little brother to bed when I find him. He's running around here somewhere. I'll be back soon," she told him as she walked off.

Little Jamie was running through the halls bored of the party all ready, he was trying to find something to get into. Knowing everyone was outside he was sure to get away with anything. As he rounded a corner he herd his name being called.

For fun Jamie hid under the table thinking it was a fun game.

The man must have been a guard, as he approached closer to the table, Jamie could see his boots. "Jamie, where are you. Your parents are looking for you," he called out.

Little Jamie crawled out from underneath the table to find that the guard had a knife in his hand. This scared Jamie when he looked up to see that the man didn't look that nice either. Jamie started to scoot back toward the wall as the man started to come at him. "I thought my parents were looking for me," Jamie choked out.

Jamie kept scooting and it became clear that this guy wasn't nice. "Oh did I say that," he told Jamie with a smirk on his face. Jamie knew he had to get away as fast as he could. Jamie kicked the guard in the leg throwing him off balance allowing him time to get to his feet and run out the door.

It didn't take the guard long to recover and was fast after Jamie.

As soon as he got close enough, he slashed Jamie in the back causing a long gash that caused stinging pain to shoot through Jamie's back. Jamie staggered falling to his knees to only feel the blade pierce his back digging deep into his flesh. A few more sharp pains and the world started to spin. Jamie struggled to breath, only to find that he couldn't catch his breath. After a few moments Jamie's world went dark.

The guard picked Jamie's lifeless body up and took it to a cell in the dungeon that was not occupied. No one would know to look for the boy there, he could hid him there until he could find a way to hid the child's body later. Feeling guilty for taking a young life, he gently laid the boy down that appeared to be only sleeping. He kept telling himself over and over that it was for the best that these creatures of the night be destroyed.

When Annabell walked into the room she was grabbed up by the throat suspended in the air as her feet kicked to reach the ground. Struggling to breath while trying to pry the hand that was wrapped around her throat she was helpless to do anything.

"Time to die, the queen sends her regards," he laughed at her as he tightened his grip around her throat. Annabell gasped for air that would not come, and soon blacked out.

Her body slumped, hitting the ground hard with a thud. She laid there unconscious and not breathing.

The guard picked her lifeless body up from the floor and headed to the dungeon just as he had told Kristen.

Annabell finally came to, to find herself laying on a cold floor covered in straw. She jumped to her feet to see the same man that attacked her earlier coming at her with a knife. She couldn't react fast enough before he reached her.

A sharp pain shot through her, she looked down at the knife sticking in her stomach. Shocked with the site of the blood started to seep around the knife,  she couldn't move. The guard then twisted the knife some more making the wound bigger. Blood pored through the wound when the knife was pulled out. Slumping to the ground she fell landing in the straw. The straw became red with the stain of her blood that spilled through her wound. She soon become limp as the life slipped from her body.

Nolan went from room to room trying to figure out where Annabell and Jamie could be. He already had checked their bedrooms to find no one there. So where would he look if he was a kid playing in a big castle.

Nolan made his way down to the dungeon.

When he walked around the corner he saw Annabell laying in a pool of blood on the floor. Nolan ran over to Annabell, dropping to his knees he began to wake her.

"Annabell! Annabell! Please don't go, don't you leave me. I love you," he cried out as he stroked her face. Her ghostly look only brought more tears to his eyes when he realized she was truly gone.

Then without warning, Nolan herd the sound of someone approaching by the sound of the straw under their feet. Leaping up he was greeted by the guard that was swinging a knife. Nolan dodged the attack without any injury. The guard stopped looking at Nolan. "You will not win, they didn't stand a chance, nor will you," he laughed at Nolan as he charged him with the knife again.  

Nolan didn't say anything, he threw up his hands while chanting something. The guard froze right in his steps. "You underestimated me, you will be the one to feel the pain. You have innocent blood on your hands and you will pay," Nolan told him in a cold tone.

Then with another swing of hands, the guard fell down and curled up in a fetal position. Screaming with agony was all he could do. "Pain, do you feel it? Your pain for taking a innocent life," he mocked the guard.

Then Nolan cast another spell and watched the life leave his body. The horror was only unfolding for Nolan. As he dragged the guard into the room to hid him, that's when he discovered little Jamie's body. 

When he propped the guard up against the wall as if he was sleeping, Running over to him, Nolan tried to wake him, only to find out that Jamie was cold and unresponsive. When he rolled him over he could see the wounds that Jamie had on his back. Nolan fell down to his knees and began to cry. He had not only lost his best friend and love, now he was looking at Jamie that he had known since he was a baby.

Nolan then left the guard and little Jamie in the cell and went back to Annabell. Pulling her up from the floor, he pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her hair as he cried. He couldn't believe she was gone. He started to blame himself for not listening to her when she came to him about her grandmother plots. Now it was all to real, she was taken and he could do nothing to bring her back. Or could he?

 Nolan choked back his tears lifting Jamie up to take him where his sisters body was resting on a table. He laid Jamie next to Annabell. Staring at them both he was grief stricken at the thought that someone could do such a horrible thing. He had to fix this and the book was the key.

Nolan desperately looked for a spell to restore Annabell and Jamie back to life. He searched through the thick book of spells. When he finally come across a spell to keep a soul from crossing over. He quickly gathered all the ingredients that was needed for the spell and went to work.

Mixing them in the order that it described he began to put it together as he recited the spell on each step.

After everything was added, the mysterious liquid glowed a purple color. Nolan took a glass vial out and filled it up.

Walking over to Annabell and Jamie that laid on the table lifeless. Nolan opened Jamie's mouth and poured in some of the potion, then did the same to Annabell. Within a few minutes they went transparent, not moving at all. Nolan stumbled backwards in shock of their appearance. Wondering if he did something wrong or messed the spell up, Jamie started to move.

Little Jamie leaped off the table and took one look at Annabell laying on the table all gray and see through. He began to scream but Nolan was there to calm him. "Shh, Jamie its me, Nolan. Don't be scared," he told Jamie as he stepped closer to him. "I'm dead, that awful man.................." Jamie mumbled. "No your not, your just in between worlds, until I can find a way to restore you and your sister back to the way you were. This was the only thing I could think of until I can find the right spell," he explained to Jamie that still looked frightened. Moments later Annabell started to move.

When Annabell finally came to, she seen that little Jamie was crying. Shocked by his appearance and looking down at her hands to find out that she was in the same condition, she slid off the table and began to comfort her little brother."Don't cry, Jamie. Your not alone, and we are clearly not completely dead. Nolan will fix this, and mom and dad don't need to find out yet. "It was horrible, Annabell. That terrible man, he.....stabbed me in the back, I felt the blood poring out and then everything went black. And now, look at me, I'm transparent, and I feel weird," he told her. "I know, I feel the same way too. That man stabbed me too, but we are very lucky to be like this and not meeting death completely. After she managed to get Jamie to settle down, he went off into another room so Annabell and Nolan could thing of a plan.

"What are we going to do?" she asked. "Look at me, I'm dead, I told you that she was up to no good. That man told me that the queen sends her regards before choking me to near death and then finishing the job with a knife to the stomach," she explained. "I don't know, I found this one in panic, I know there has to be a spell in there somewhere to resurrect the dead or something," he replied.

"We have to come up with a plan so that me and Jamie can hide until we can find a way to fix this. If they see us like this, then everything that we worked so hard for will be for nothing and of course mom and dad will freak out," she told him. "I know, I'll make up a excuse while you look through the book to see if you can find something until I get back," Nolan told Annabell.

When Nolan left, Annabell began to search the book in hopes to find a solution. The text was hard to read through and she knew Nolan would find something much faster than she could. All she could do was hold on to some hope that she could find something and fast.

Nolan went upstairs to see if anyone might be missing them, the party was coming to a end. "Oh Nolan, there you are. Have you seen Annabell or Jamie?" James asked.

 "Oh yeah, she took him out to play. They will be back in a bit. I was thinking if you would allow it, that Jamie and Annabell come with me later to visit my parents. If you don't mind," Nolan asked almost holding his breath. "Sure, I"ll tell Amelia so she doesn't worry. You know her, she dose that a lot," James giggled.

Annabell took the vial into her hands and drank it.

After a few seconds, Annabell drank the potion, she was hit with a pain that was unreal, almost as bad as when she was stabbed. Her transparent body began to flicker as if she threatened to disappear. Then suddenly...............she vanished.

With a flash of light that stunned Nolan, Annabell reappeared. Her body was restored like it was before she was dead, but with one twist. She was no longer a wondering soul of the undead. She was alive.

"Am I real,? I feel real, but do I look real?" Annabell asked Nolan with a worried look on her face. "Of course your real," he replied as he stroked her cheek. "Not only are you real, you are just like me," he told her. "What do you mean?' she asked confused. "Your skin is warm and pink, your eyes are no longer golden, but brown. Your not cursed as they would call it," he told her.

Little Jamie was next to take the potion. Annabell tried to prepare him for the pain. Jamie drank the potion, and with the same results was restored back to life.

Jamie ran to Annabell with hurt and relief flooding his emotions. What if that bad man comes back and kills us again," Jamie asked. "No one will ever hurt us again, I will protect you from all that would do us harm," she reasured him. "But why did he want me dead?" Jamies asked. "Not sure, but I think I have a idea. No need to worry, your big sister will take care of it," she replied.

Annabell scooped Jamie up into her arms hugging him tight. "I love you sis," he whispered. "I love you too.

Nolan pulled Annabell into his arms. Revenge will be ours," he told her. "Yes, a horriable fate," she replied.