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08 January 2007 @ 09:59 pm
the first bit  
Early summer had arrived in the forest. Bright sunlight filtered through the green canopy of leaves overhead, casting pools of light onto the soft sward. The leafy corridors were filled with sound of birdsong, and giant orange butterflies flitted among the verdure. Everywhere, creatures were falling into the rhythm that would carry them through the heat-filled days ahead.

Allewyn's home was a small cottage buried deep in the heart of the forest. She had never known either of her parents, and had lived there with her grandmother for as long as she could remember. It was built in a clearing, with a little garden where they grew herbs and vegetables to eat. A stream flowed past not far off in the lush undergrowth, and from this they drew their water.

Their's was a simple existence, but it pleased Allewyn. She had never known any other world aside from the cottage in the forest, and had never had the company of anyone but her grandmother, and the occasional animal she found injured or orphaned. She had a kind heart, and nursed these creatures back to health. Sometimes the creatures began to regard Allewyn as a friend, and would stay. She never felt the lack of companions her own age. In the summer her days were filled from sunrise to sundown, so she had no time to think of such matters. She tended to the garden, and helped her grandmother with various other chores. When she wasn't working, she was out exploring. She knew every nook and cranny of the surrounding woodland by heart, knowing exactly where the lilies bloomed in spring, and where patches of berries could be found ripening in the summer.

She knew of other places though, places where many other people lived, more people than she had ever seen in her life. She knew these places were called villages, and that once, a very long time ago, her grandmother had lived in one. She still went, sometimes, for things they could not get themselves, like cloth and flour. Allewyn was never allowed to come on these excursions, though curiosity burned within her. Her grandmother said these places were dangerous, noisy, and stunk of animal dung and the sweat of so many people in close proximity. She would never speak of why she had decided to leave her village and live alone in the woods with her granddaughter.

On one such day, Allewyn's grandmother had gone into the closest village to shop. It was the only such trip she would make that summer, and would stay all day, returning home loaded down with supplies that bore a strange smell to Allewyn...the smell of the outside world. They had argued bitterly before she was gone. Allewyn thought it was time that she be allowed to come along. Her grandmother was getting old, she argued, and needed help carrying things. Besides, she yearned to know of other people and places than the cottage and the forest. She was nearly seventeen, and was less than satisfied with her narrow view of the world. She knew there must be more out there, and she wanted to see it for herself.

As always, though, her request had been denied. She was left to stew angrily in the garden, yanking out weeds with a ferocity that made her hands sting and hair come loose from her bun. A crow landed on a fencepost and watched her with a critical eye, occasionally swooping down to snatch up bugs that her weeding displaced.

The crow was one that Allewyn had rescued a few winters back. She had found him, lying on the ice of a frozen stream, his left wing broken and useless. She nursed him back to health through the long, dark winter, but when spring arrived he refused to leave. She named him Thistle, because of his temper, and he had been part of the family ever since.

Suddenly, Thistle gave an alarmed squawk, and flew up into the air with a rush of black feathers. Allewyn stopped her furious gardening and looked up, wondering what had caused him to start like that.

Then she heard it, what sounded like a large animal crashing through the brush towards the clearing. It couldn't be her grandmother, she wasn't expected back for hours yet, and anyway she would never make that much noise. She rose to her feet, gripping the handle of the garden spade tightly in her fingers. Thistle alighted on her shoulder, and she felt his claws digging into her skin.

What burst through the underbrush was not some large, dangerous animal, as she had feared, but something which brought her equal alarm. It was another human being, a man, who strode purposefully towards her through the clearing when he spotted her.

Allewyn was unsure what she should do. Her grandmother had never specifically forbidden that she have contact with other people, but it was certainly implied. She was still feeling rebellious from their earlier argument, however, and she couldn't very well run away when he had already seen her.

As he neared, she could see that he was dressed very strangely, in a tunic made of interlinked rings of metal. A sword hung at his side. She wondered if he was a knight. Grandmother had told her about knights, how some of them were kind, but how they killed others and fought for pleasure. Allewyn, of course, had never seen one, but she figured that a knight would surely carry a sword.

He came to a stop in front of her, his fair hair shining in the hot noonday sun. Thistle cawed raucously from her shoulder, and she felt his claws dig in harder.

"You must be the witch's girl," he said, "though I thought she would be far too old to have a daughter as pretty as you."

Allewyn wasn't quite sure what the man was talking about, though his tone made her uncomfortable. "What do you want?" she asked abruptly. She pulled herself up to her full height, and tried to look sure of herself, though really she was at a loss. She saw soldiers sometimes in the woods, but this was the closest she had ever been to a man. He smelled strange, like sweat and something else she didn't know.

"I want to speak with the witch-woman who lives here," he replied, as though this were the most natural thing in the world, "I want her to mix up a potion for me."

"I don't understand, there is no witch here, only me and my grandmother," she said.

"Oh fine," he said, with a wink, "a healer, if that's what they're calling themselves these days."

"She's not one of those, either," Allewyn replied, "though she does know much about herbs and doctoring."

"Perfect," said the man, "where is she?"

"She's gone out for the day, to the village. She won't return until nightfall, probably," she answered. Adrenaline was rushing through her system, making her feel faintly light-headed. She felt as if the world had begun spinning backwards beneath her feet.

"Well I've come on important business, I'll just have to stay and wait, though this is a mighty inconvenience."




there, the beginning. sorry if i wrote too much, but i kept getting ideas. hope it suits all, if not we can always come up with something else!
 
 
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winterfoxpohatu3220 on January 9th, 2007 05:41 pm (UTC)
you didn't write to much, that's hardly enough to fill a first chapter.

Intriguing. You guys have an outline for this thing? Or are you making it up as you go. Stories without a path to follow, from what I have seen fizzle out easily.

crows are cute.
kiwiecho8907 on January 9th, 2007 07:39 pm (UTC)
no outline.

we will deal with creative differences when they come.
An Adventurer Is Me!timeless_story on January 9th, 2007 11:08 pm (UTC)
izzy's right, we'll just see where it goes.
winterfoxpohatu3220 on January 10th, 2007 12:11 am (UTC)
well it looks promising so far.

all you need is more whiny over posting critics like moi.

An Adventurer Is Me!timeless_story on January 10th, 2007 12:48 am (UTC)
haha.
kiwiecho8907 on January 10th, 2007 11:17 pm (UTC)
of course.
Gingerdying_to_live_7 on January 10th, 2007 03:09 am (UTC)
ahem... in my opnion...uh.. ITS WICKED GOOD

lol. seriously tho, it is very good
An Adventurer Is Me!timeless_story on January 10th, 2007 05:05 pm (UTC)
thank you! :)
kiwiecho8907 on January 10th, 2007 11:17 pm (UTC)
*points to lizzy*
all cuz of the master!
An Adventurer Is Me!timeless_story on January 11th, 2007 03:58 pm (UTC)
awww, shucks.
giggling in a life of wonder: clovergeezler_kitty on January 10th, 2007 03:19 am (UTC)
woot! this will be fun. i can tell already. :D