Multiland
18-12-2006, 21:01
This is from a different story - any tips? Thanks :)
Somewhere in the world, there is a country that hides its self. Named Equastius, only its residents know of its existence. The world -that is, the area that you, me, and ordinary human beings know as ‘the world’- has never found this hidden country. Created by magic over a thousand years ago, it has remained undetected even by animals with the keenest senses.
Equastius was created by Wordock, Leader of a powerful religion that had become fed up with our world. It would be created as a place where people could develop their senses -including supernatural senses- without fear of persecution or ridicule. Using his powers of telepathy, Wordock spoke to people across the world with his mind, inviting them to join, yet warning them that they must never leave.
AND ANOTHER SECTION:
There were no barriers or fences on the side of the bridges, so Gallant took great care as he treaded across the rain-soaked logs that made up the path of the bridge. As he crossed, the river flowed gently beneath him in the calm night wind.
Somewhere in the world, there is a country that hides its self. Named Equastius, only its residents know of its existence. The world -that is, the area that you, me, and ordinary human beings know as ‘the world’- has never found this hidden country. Created by magic over a thousand years ago, it has remained undetected even by animals with the keenest senses.
Equastius was created by Wordock, Leader of a powerful religion that had become fed up with our world. It would be created as a place where people could develop their senses -including supernatural senses- without fear of persecution or ridicule. Using his powers of telepathy, Wordock spoke to people across the world with his mind, inviting them to join, yet warning them that they must never leave.
AND ANOTHER SECTION:
There were no barriers or fences on the side of the bridges, so Gallant took great care as he treaded across the rain-soaked logs that made up the path of the bridge. As he crossed, the river flowed gently beneath him in the calm night wind.