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Here we go! I'm new but I have been skulking around this site for a few weeks. I have finally got up the courage to post something of my own! These round robins are fun so I'd like to start a new one!
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Deep in the old woods, creatures were stirring. Ancient ones that even the oldest Old one, knew nothing about. These were the creatures of legend, of the myths, whispered to little children at night to get them to behave. Even the mere description of these creatures set the bravest soldier quivering. These creatures were your deepest fear, your worst nightmare. They were Fear itself, and they were ready to avenge their race.
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Have fun continuing this story. You can take this any way that you want!
submitted by Starling, In the sky
(February 13, 2010 - 2:27 pm)
(February 13, 2010 - 2:27 pm)
As they were waking up, their anger boiuling inside of them, throungh the forest, over hills and sea's, there was a young girl. She was sitting on a rock, warmed by the sun. Her golden brown hair short cropped, curled. She looked into the sea with her dark, grey green eyes, sensing something, something wrong. Her tangled mind did not know what it was, it just knew that there was danger. She looked behind her, to her home, wishing she had just turned around instead of hurting her sunburned neck. She quickly turned her head back to the sloshing tide to see a dark figure, odly shaped, slowly comning out of the water.
She turned, and ran.
(February 14, 2010 - 11:20 am)
To the Top little thread!
(February 14, 2010 - 11:45 am)
So it was for good reason everyone was afraid of the Old Woods. You would have to be insane not to be. Or a witch. Or Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was twelve years old, and she wasn't afraid. She often went into the woods. But she was careful that no one find out. That she did fear. She didn't want her mother to prevent her from going.
If she couldn't go into the woods, she would die.
(February 14, 2010 - 4:00 pm)
Now I've seen Meadow's post, mine doesn't really make much sense. Sorry. :P
(February 15, 2010 - 8:35 am)
@ZNZ I don't think it matters very much about the 2 conflicting posts.
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Elizabeth had always felt that she was different. She never felt that fear the rest of her village was always gripped with. She laughed and cried freely shocking her family daily. Elizabeth Mclee was known as a willfull troublemaker in her village and everyone disliked her. Elizabeth for her part, hated having to be calm and collected like everyone told her to be. She saw no reason in being stoic, instead cherishing the burst of feeling, of emotion, of true life whenever she cried or laughed. And that's why, on the 5 of May, Elizabeth was found running through the green clearings of the Old Wood.
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(February 15, 2010 - 3:27 pm)
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Elisabeth skipped gaily down the ancient worn stone path, and the wind rushed through the long grass and played about the leaves. It seemed to her an ordinary day. She followed the path as it wound through the trees, as she so often did, for it led to a clearing deep in the forest where she most often played. But then, as she rounded a bend, she saw something was different. Instead of going around a rather large, twisted, old tree, as the path had done before, today it went straight through the tree. There was a doorway straight through the trunk that had not been there before. And the path went straight through the doorway and came out on the other side.
Now this is odd, thought Elisabeth. She walked around the tree and inspected it. How very odd. But interesting too. Even though she was already on the other side, what a shame to have such a perfect little doorway and not go through it. She walked back around to the front of the tree and walked on the path through the doorway.
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(February 15, 2010 - 5:45 pm)
((here goes))
Instantly Elizabeth felt the shock of cold air rushing by her. She was moving and yet she was standing stock still. Everything became blurry as the wind picked up pace. Slowly her surroundings began to change. Then everything came to a stop. Elizabeth looked around her. She was till in a forest, a very large one at that, but it was not her forest. There was no old familiar path in front of her, only trees and dead leaves. For once in her life she didn't know what to do. Should she scream, or cry, or laugh. So she decided too be silent which was very unusual thing for Elizabeth to do. Then she heard a soft crying. Almost like moaning, but not. Elizabeth followed the sound, and it lead her to a deer with an arrow sticking through it's leg. All she could do was stare. "I would appreciate some help here." She took a step back. "You can talk?" The deer groaned then retorted "So can you it appears. But if you don't mind..." He gestured at the arrow in his side. "Oh, um...of course." She walked to his side and sat down. "Break it." He instructed. "Oh, uh yes." she broke one end of the arrow off. "Now quickly pull it out." She grabbed the end of the arrow and pulled it out. Then Elizabeth ripped her skirt and wrapped it around the wound which was covered in blood. "thank you, I appreciate it." He said as he slowly got himself up with his three good feet. Elizabeth who had still not gotten over the fact that he was talking was starting to stutter a reply when she heard a shout and an arrow whistled past her head. The deer pushed her with his head. "Run!"
(April 2, 2010 - 11:53 am)
Elizabeth and the deer dodged the arrows until they reached a cave. It was the most unusual structure she had ever seen. On the inside the walls were painted different colors. Strange carvings were etched into stone, and a fire crackled, lighting even the darkest corners. The deer motioned with his antlers for her to sit, and she did. "Why are these arrows everywhere?" she asked. "Well," said the old deer," it started right here," and he nudged a carving of heads and eyes and strange things by a glowing, weird light that didn't belong. "Listen..... and I will tell you how this forest came to be, and how some came to hate it so much, they wanted to take it away. Everything... especially me."
(April 13, 2010 - 4:19 pm)
"You see, it's all here on the walls. The story. Everything. And it takes someone special, someone made of the Forest, to read it," the deer continued.
Elizabeth leaned closer, eager to hear the story. Her skirt was tattered, her hair tangled, but she was raring for adventure, and this is exactly what she thought she might get. She opened her ears, her mind, and let all conflicting emotions drift away. Maybe this was a deer, and maybe it was talking, but it would tell her a story, and settle all her worries. So she listened.
"And I was created here, in the Cave of Immeasurable Thoughts, as all the original creatures were. I was nurtured by an unknown force and never felt the belonging I should have felt as a normal fawn of a normal forest. But what would I know? I had never seen anything other that this cave, and I didn't know what I should or should not feel. And thus I spent my days, in the Cave, and sometimes venturing out into the forest around me. I noticed the trees, all the flora and vegetation that intrigued me. What did these things do? Why were they there? But I had no one to ask and I saw no one. I lived happily, those first few years, playing with myself, feeling the spirits of the trees breath on to me, and keep me alive. For it was they that kept my spirit in existence. It was the trees. And that was why I felt such a strong connection to them. They were tall, and to anyone else, forbidding, but to me, they were literally my life. My soul. Everything. I continued living like this, basking in ignorance and bliss. But things would always be that way. Oh, no. I was destined for much bigger things than romping beneath the canopy of leaves. And one day, as I was prancing along as usual, I came upon a tree. I was confused, for there was an opening in this tree. It wasn't like a normal tree. It didn't whisper to me and beckon me to come closer. It just stood there, with no emotion. I was curious, and ventured into this opening. All was moving, though I was standing without motion. Everything became blurry as the wind picked up, and images flew past me. Then all was still. I ventured out of the tree, and saw that I was still in a forest. Yet it wasn't my Forest, it was one full of unmoving, unfeeling trees, like the strange one I had come through. All was strange. And I was intrigued.
((This is a fun round robin. I haven't participated in one of these before, and I know this thread has been a bit dead, but I thought I might bring it back to life. Anyway, great story everyone, and I'm curious to see what will happen.
~Leaf))
(May 7, 2010 - 10:51 pm)
"I followed a curious curving trail of stones that led from the door in the tree out among the forest. Eventually the trees began to thin, which was strange to me, for I had never known a world without trees. But when they ended I looked out of the forest on grassy fields and slopes, low buildings of hewn wood (I would have been apalled if I had not guessed it came from the stony trees of the Other Forest.) and there was far away a tall wooden structure with four brown leaves attached to its face, that spun in a circle. The sky was not mostly obscured by leaves, but it was bare and blue as I had never seen it before. And then I felt a curious feeling that I had never known: hunger.
(May 15, 2010 - 3:07 pm)
Somebody continue the story!! It's too awesome to die! Thread, top!
~Leaf
(May 9, 2010 - 1:33 pm)
"I was hungrier than ever, or if you can be hungrier than ever when you have never been hungry before. I heard a low, cruel voice telling me to eat. I saw a clump of berries on a branch beside me, but I had no idea what to do with them. The low cruel voice told me to put them in my mouth, but I would not listen. I did not know, but my instinct told me that the berries would trap me here forever. I searched for the voice's maker, and a tall man melted out of the tree. I ran at him, impaled him with my antlers, and ate him. I disobeyed the laws of life and became a carnivore. Back then, all creatures ate only plants. I had disobeyed, and also killed the lord of fear, and the creatures have hunted me ever since."
"Wow." Was all Elizabeth could think to say, then finally spoke again. "But my family are the only people in the village who hunt and eat meat. Nothing has happened to us." She shivered, realizing that something had happened to her. "Oh... the odd shadow thing. I see. Was it hunting me?"
"I don't know what you are specifically talking about, but Odd Shadow Thing describes most Creatures pretty well. Elizabeth, if you eat meat... you must be the only one."
"The only one?" Elizabeth could not settle the shivers that ran down her spine. "What do I have to do? To stop them, that is. I know it has to be me."
"Find a protection amulet. You will be able to survive on meat and be safe too."
"How do I do that?" Asked Elizabeth. "Is there some type of clue?"
"There are no clues to life," the deer told her. "The only person who has an amulet is a Creature."
(May 18, 2010 - 3:07 pm)
"A Creature?" said Elizabeth. "What's that?"
"I have no time to explain," said the deer. "We must find a home in the mountains, one of a Creature, for they are very friendly and will let us in despite their ugly apperance." The sound of more arrows came loudly, disturbing the scene. "We must hurry!" yelled the deer. "The hunters are coming. Well, maybe we should take the short cut." With his antlers the deer rolled over a large, out-of-place boulder. It revealed a glimmering orange tunnel with yet more carvings. "Follow me!" he called to Elizabeth, and she did.
While they walked underground, the deer told stories of each carving. One of a strange animal swimming revealed a tale of the day the forest animals discovered a water hole after a long drought. Another had a field of flowers, showing the story of the Sacred Meeting Place. There were yarns about traditions, animals, giants and landscapes and history. After the tunnel, Elizabeth and the deer found themselves in a blowing field of grass with long purple mountains, framed against the sunset.
"It's....beautiful..." stuttered Elizabeth.
"For now, anyway," said the deer. " We must climb up the mountain with the odd carvings; that is where creatures dwell. But we must do it before sunset, or the dravis, animals of the plain, will eat us."
"Dravis?" whispered Elizabeth.
But she was interrupted by a low wailing sound that echoed across the scene.
(May 20, 2010 - 5:38 pm)
Back at the village, the women, men, and elders were having a meeting about Elizabeth's disappearence.
"She's probably out causing trouble again," said one.
"Well, you mean of course she is?" said another.
"Quiet, quiet," said the elders. The head one closed his eyes and began to get a vision of Elizabeth and a deer in a field by the mountains. Suddenly, there was a wailing noise.
"Hurry! Send our best hunters to the Old Wood, before it is too late!" shouted the elder. The dravis was coming.
(May 21, 2010 - 6:13 am)
TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(May 22, 2010 - 9:25 am)