imported_AmandaTheGreat
10-12-2004, 03:22
The night was a frightful night and all the villagers were wrapped in their small cottages. Flames licked at the sides of the fireplaces, sending shadows to the corners. Outside the bitter cold wind blew and knocked and taunted them at their doors. Some wind snuck through the cracks and the breeze touched their cheeks and sent shivers up their spines and made them grab more blankets.
In one cottage was a woman who screamed, letting out breaths that were labored. The scream rattled the pottery dishes on the ground. It was a scream of pain, but of excitement. As her voice rose the wind challenged and increased with her call. The midwife did nothing to help alleviate the pain; she thought the woman deserved. God, forgive me for aiding this wrecked woman. Yet, her heart went out to the infant trying to get out. She watched as the young woman reached out to the sky, as if grabbing air, her fingers bent and racked at nothing. Her muscles contracted and held that position. Her protruding belly wet with perspiration and slightly moving from the contractions. The midwife, old and age couldn’t tell how old she really was, placed a wrinkled hand under the blanket to check for a head of the baby.
In her voice, very stern, “Now, push. Your baby wants out, at least do this right.” Her tone was condemning. The woman screamed and pushed once more. The forced pushed the infant out and into the midwife’s frail arms. The midwife slapped the exposed infants butt and then the child let out a fragile cry and began to breath. Her chest rising with each breath she took. The woman let out a sigh of relief. The midwife wrapped the baby girl in a white blanket after she had cleaned her up. She placed the squirming child in the mother’s arms. The woman cried out of happiness then her face contorted in pain. Her voice quiet, “I thought it was over with?”
The midwife hushed the woman and checked her uterus again. Wide eyes showed more than what she could say at the moment. She pulled her hand out, dripping with red blood. “Is something wrong?”
“They did not tell me you were to have two children. Push. You are not done.”
The little girl, still with no name, was placed on a nearby table, abandoned. The mother out of breath, tried once more to get enough energy to push the other child out. With several attempts the midwife caught another infant.
A smile crossed her face, sending wrinkles in every direction. “A boy!” Excitement rang out from her scratchy voice.
“May I get to hold my son?”
“No, you may not. This is the village’s son.”
“What do you mean?” She cried out.
“You are not a part of us, WITCH. As a citizen of this holy village I will take over the rights of this child and give him to our landlord to give to our beloved king. The king will be happy with us because we have provided him an heir.”
“Well, how about I have my daughter?”
The midwife glanced at the woman and glared, “She looks a lot like you, she probably is the same as you. We will dispose of her. As for you, you will be sent to the father above for judgment by fire and to fire you will spend the rest of your wretched life.”
In that time, it was the practice of burning a woman who was found to be a witch. This woman’s fate was prolonged because she was pregnant and there was the chance that she could have a son. The king wanted an heir and with everyone trying to have children, no one could give birth to a son until now. After the birth of the twins, the boy was taken to live with the king and grow up in the royalties and riches, while the girl was placed on the edge of a dangerous forest known of horrors and treacherous animals. The girl was left for God to decide if she lived or not. The most intelligent creature that had been living on this land for ions found the child. The creature was a centaur, half human-half horse.
The name of the centaur was C’tan; he was walking in search of a specific flower that grew on the edge of the forest and the village when he nearly stepped on her. Her picked her up and carried her back to his clan. And there she was raised with creatures of wisdom and grace, but without emotion.
Now, the two twins were growing up and powers were being developed. The daughter, who was named Evenant, blossomed her natural power from her mother and gained more with knowledge from the centaurs. Her twin brother, however, learned from those who had gained power in the kingdom. The advisors who have decided to raise the potential child named Alexander, under the guidance of black powers and their knowledge.
The two knew of the other and time was drawing close to when both would meet and the world would change, as they knew it.
OOC: I am looking for several people to help me out with this story. I would like someone to play the twin brother, Alexander. I also would like someone to play C’tan my character’s (Evenant) mentor. Any other characters will be welcome. Examples could be evil advisors, the manipulated king, or anything you can think of. Thank you.
In one cottage was a woman who screamed, letting out breaths that were labored. The scream rattled the pottery dishes on the ground. It was a scream of pain, but of excitement. As her voice rose the wind challenged and increased with her call. The midwife did nothing to help alleviate the pain; she thought the woman deserved. God, forgive me for aiding this wrecked woman. Yet, her heart went out to the infant trying to get out. She watched as the young woman reached out to the sky, as if grabbing air, her fingers bent and racked at nothing. Her muscles contracted and held that position. Her protruding belly wet with perspiration and slightly moving from the contractions. The midwife, old and age couldn’t tell how old she really was, placed a wrinkled hand under the blanket to check for a head of the baby.
In her voice, very stern, “Now, push. Your baby wants out, at least do this right.” Her tone was condemning. The woman screamed and pushed once more. The forced pushed the infant out and into the midwife’s frail arms. The midwife slapped the exposed infants butt and then the child let out a fragile cry and began to breath. Her chest rising with each breath she took. The woman let out a sigh of relief. The midwife wrapped the baby girl in a white blanket after she had cleaned her up. She placed the squirming child in the mother’s arms. The woman cried out of happiness then her face contorted in pain. Her voice quiet, “I thought it was over with?”
The midwife hushed the woman and checked her uterus again. Wide eyes showed more than what she could say at the moment. She pulled her hand out, dripping with red blood. “Is something wrong?”
“They did not tell me you were to have two children. Push. You are not done.”
The little girl, still with no name, was placed on a nearby table, abandoned. The mother out of breath, tried once more to get enough energy to push the other child out. With several attempts the midwife caught another infant.
A smile crossed her face, sending wrinkles in every direction. “A boy!” Excitement rang out from her scratchy voice.
“May I get to hold my son?”
“No, you may not. This is the village’s son.”
“What do you mean?” She cried out.
“You are not a part of us, WITCH. As a citizen of this holy village I will take over the rights of this child and give him to our landlord to give to our beloved king. The king will be happy with us because we have provided him an heir.”
“Well, how about I have my daughter?”
The midwife glanced at the woman and glared, “She looks a lot like you, she probably is the same as you. We will dispose of her. As for you, you will be sent to the father above for judgment by fire and to fire you will spend the rest of your wretched life.”
In that time, it was the practice of burning a woman who was found to be a witch. This woman’s fate was prolonged because she was pregnant and there was the chance that she could have a son. The king wanted an heir and with everyone trying to have children, no one could give birth to a son until now. After the birth of the twins, the boy was taken to live with the king and grow up in the royalties and riches, while the girl was placed on the edge of a dangerous forest known of horrors and treacherous animals. The girl was left for God to decide if she lived or not. The most intelligent creature that had been living on this land for ions found the child. The creature was a centaur, half human-half horse.
The name of the centaur was C’tan; he was walking in search of a specific flower that grew on the edge of the forest and the village when he nearly stepped on her. Her picked her up and carried her back to his clan. And there she was raised with creatures of wisdom and grace, but without emotion.
Now, the two twins were growing up and powers were being developed. The daughter, who was named Evenant, blossomed her natural power from her mother and gained more with knowledge from the centaurs. Her twin brother, however, learned from those who had gained power in the kingdom. The advisors who have decided to raise the potential child named Alexander, under the guidance of black powers and their knowledge.
The two knew of the other and time was drawing close to when both would meet and the world would change, as they knew it.
OOC: I am looking for several people to help me out with this story. I would like someone to play the twin brother, Alexander. I also would like someone to play C’tan my character’s (Evenant) mentor. Any other characters will be welcome. Examples could be evil advisors, the manipulated king, or anything you can think of. Thank you.