Post by Melody Taylors on Aug 3, 2011 2:35:50 GMT -5
When I was a Sophomore in High School, I wrote a story. It was something I randomly wrote when I was bored, and became a rather big thing for me. This story became an RPG that I began to program when I was starting to get used to programming and the sort.
I lost the old files to the RPG, but instead, here is the first four pages (in Word) of the story. In fact, this is all I ever wrote, the rest of the story I began to improvise as I programmed it... but I can't find it. Bah.
Anyway. Yeah. I wrote this while I was still getting the hang of more in-depth English writing, so if there are any errors. I deeply apologize. This was one of my first writings, so yeah.---------------------Prologue: “An Unpleasant Surprise”
“It only takes ten seconds to destroy a ten-year trust…”
-Excerpt from the holy book, the Arinac
It’s been three days; I’m hungry, in pain, and confused. Is my trek
really not worth it? Am I just wasting my time? After all, I wasn’t
asked to do this. In fact, I was advised against my actions. I was
almost unjustly incarcerated for my actions. Should I be doing this
for an ungrateful nation?
Normally, you wouldn’t caught me dead doing things for someone who
doesn’t really deserve it, but there’s one variable I can’t overlook,
one person that I could never leave behind, or leave to suffer in this
psychosis… my twin sister Celina.
As I look at my bag, which is as empty as my stomach, I grunt. It’s a
long way to my destination, a secluded, and remote building in which
the supposed next ruler of the nation of Lagati presides. Yet, even if
I get there, what am I going to do? I’ve no plan, and I could be
crushed easily.
But I’m self-assured. I have no plan, but I’m well organized. I have
a sword… my family’s sword, this heavy article was passed on from my
great-grandfather, to my grandfather, etcetera. I never formally
received it, and it’s been sitting in a box ever since my parents were
killed.
In the meantime, I sit there, my empty bag complementing my vacant
stomach. I know I really can’t give up; after all, I’m nearly there. I
shake my head, and finally stand, daintily wielding this heavy sword
that will possibly help me change history. I know I have to do this,
whether they want me to or not, I can’t let my nation fall in such a
naïve fashion!
Gathering my strength, I begin to scurry towards the building, which
looks small in perception. I was somewhat startled; you would think
that a big place like that would have tons more security.
Without reacting properly, I noticed two guards charging at me. This
could be trouble.
I clench my sword, not letting their furious stares take me down.
With a brave, gutsy look on my face, I leer at them. One of them
started to roar at me.
“What the hell is this kid doing here?!”
I stayed quiet. The other guard barked at me.
“Hey kid, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
I gathered my courage, and told them my intentions, “I’m here to stop
this insanity from spreading into an innocent nation!”
“Oh, you’re THAT crazy fool. What’s going on in your head?! You’re
all alone, going against one army!”
I winced. He was right; I wasn’t considering the situation and was
too impulsive. I didn’t think of compiling a team… but, even then, no
one wanted to join my efforts. There was no turning back, I was
already here, and I couldn’t do anything about it.
“Well…” one of the guards said, rubbing his chin. “We do have to
protect Albert before the election. We gotta get rid of all the
threats, no matter how small.”
“What are we waiting for, then?! Get ‘im!”
I was lucky. These two guards were too dense for their own good. As
they inelegantly took out their spears, I already had my sword out, at
the ready. Without thinking, I forcefully drove the sword into one of
the guard’s stomach… defensive gear, my ass. The other guard turned
pale as my sword went through his friend’s body like butter.
Nonetheless, he was quick to react, and in the time I managed to get
my sword back, he hit me with the blunt side of his spear,
idiotically. Anyone else would have stabbed me.
I felt dizzy, the blow to my head unsettled me, and I had atrocious
precision. I madly swung and slashed, hoping I could hit something.
After six random slashes, I stopped, and saw three coarse looking cuts
going through his armor, his clothing, and ultimately, his skin. You
don’t have to be a doctor to perform a painful lobotomy.
I felt strange as the two guards fell on the floor. These had been the
first people whose lives I’ve ever taken, and if I know what is coming
up next, these won’t be my last.
I put my sword away, and pillaged the guard’s bodies, I know I should
respect the dead, but they attacked me first. After carefully making
sure I do this (and grant myself a ticket to Hell), I started walking
again, there was a long way to go.
As I walk through the forest-like place, I hide in the shadows, there
are guards all around, and I don’t need any more problems… at least
not yet. I’m pretty sure that there’s a way around, a place where I
can elude all these guards for now.
I decided to start crawling in the bushes, which would now leave me
hidden from view until I reached the cave. I made no clamor, to my
surprise, and akin to a ninja, I made it out of sight.
Once I was sure that no one was looking, I stood again, dashing
towards my detour. The cave was nearby, and I was almost there. As I
ran, my sister Celina came into my head, I hadn’t seen her in a while,
and I was pretty sure that if I rushed recklessly like this, I
wouldn’t see her again.
Celina… is this really what I should be doing? Am I doing the right thing?~~~“The voices will speak, but only those with pure hearts will hear them…”
-Excerpt from the holy book, Arinac.
Every night, I find it difficult to sleep. I am constantly disturbed
by this boorish drone, which keeps me up every night.
“Celina… where are you Celina…? We need you, Celina…”
It’s pretty unsettling, and I have no idea what they mean. Why do they
need me? What would I do? I’ve nothing extraordinary; I’m just your
typical, run of the mill 17-year old girl!
“Celina… our nation is at stake… please… we need your help…”
It’s so confusing. What nation are they talking about? What are they
doing there? Why me, of all people, is being asked for help? There are
so many questions left unanswered, and I’m pretty sure these voices
aren’t going to help me one bit!
This is quite discourteous of me, however. I’ve told you all my
problems, yet I haven’t introduced myself! My name is Celina. I’m what
you’d call an average seventeen-year-old living in the nation of
Lagati. I live with my twin brother, Louis, and well, my parents died
when we were very young, so we’ve been living and taking care of each
other since then.
I sigh, my brother isn’t here to boss me around, and it’s quite
boring. I got used to his rash, usually annoying orders, and without
them, I feel strange.
“Celina, it’s the first day of school. Hurry up, and get going.” I say
to myself, replicating his voice, trying to fill the empty void. “No.
I don’t want to! School is boring!” I respond to myself, any sane
person walking into my room would be thoroughly confused. “I said
you’re going, and that’s FINAL, now get your crap, and get going!”
After giving myself a free ticket to the funny farm, I got my bag and
made my way to school, if I had to scold myself, I might as well end
up going.
I look at my watch, it’s still around seven. I’d better get going; it
was a long way to school. I locked my door, and rushed to school,
making sure I didn’t drop any of my belongings.
It took me some time to get there, but according to my watch, I was
still early… or so I thought.
“Celina!” Greta, the lady at the entrance scolded. “You’re late again!”
“I’m not late!” I whined. “It’s barely 7:25! School starts half-past-seven!”
“Celina, what is wrong with you?! It’s 8:25! You’re an hour behind!”
“Oh, damn. That can’t be good…”
“Tch, I don’t know why I have to tell you this every darn year! You’re
a third year student; you should know this stuff by now!”
“I… I forgot. I’m sorry. It’s just that, Louis hasn’t been home to
boss me around, and I lose track of things.”
“Ah, Louis, he was such a good student, not like your sorry butt.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it; I’m a waste of time, blah blah blah… I’ve heard
this a million times, can I just get my schedule so I can go to
class?”
With a grimace on her face, Greta handed me a paper. My second class read Lagatian Government, how dreary.
I strode through the corridor, carefully clutching my government book.
I walked into the room; where there was a portly old man giving what
seemed to be a lecture. I stopped dead on my tracks as the man gave me
a strong leer.
“Ah yes, you must be, Celina. You’re late, my name is Ron Phazeplänte,
and this is Advanced Lagatian Government, period two. Please take a
seat.”
I did as was told; portly old men tend to be aggressive when not listened to.
“Now, as I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted…” he said,
quickly glancing at me. “Today is the final day of the election amid
Albert McClellan and Robert Hayes.”
I yawned slightly; I already knew what was going on. My brother
wouldn’t shut up about this election.
“As most of you already know, or should know, McClellan has a big
boost over Hayes right now, in the past ten years of Hayes’s
administration, he managed to screw many things up, including our
economy and foreign relations…”
Mr. Phazeplänte was right. McClellan was promising that he would fix
all the mistakes done in the Hayes administration, that was primarily
the reason he was favored by almost every Lagatian who could vote.
However, something wasn’t quite right. Albert McClellan was very, very
young. I knew him quite well; after all, he was best friends with my
brother for oh so long, even though he was two years older. I didn’t
like him very much, Albert was very creepy, and even tried to hit on
me a little while back.
“McClellan turned 19 last month.” Phazeplänte continued. “He barely
made it to the election due to his age, but I remember teaching this
kid. Ah yes, he was quite a smart kid.”
Phazeplänte looked at me. “A smart kid, just like Miss Celina’s twin
brother, right here.”
I hated when people talked to me about my brother, so what if he was
smart, and graduated two years early? Pfft, that sort of comparison
bothered me. I’m not my brother!
“Ah yes, it’s interesting, Celina. Two years ago, your brother sat in
that same seat you’re sitting in now, and that empty seat next to you
is where Albert McClellan used to sit. I hope some of their smartness
rubs off on you.”
I shrugged. “Sure, Teach, why not?”
Professor Phazeplänte continued talking, and I tried to pay attention,
but there was something preventing me from doing that.
It was those voices again.
But as time went on… I couldn’t hear the voices anymore. I couldn’t even hear the professor’s words. I couldn’t see anything.
It was all just starless black.