Monday, March 13, 2006

   Hello!!!
Ok...nothing to really say so i'm gonna post a story that i've been working on for awhile...it's only maybe...6 chapter long...and currently i have writer's blog...or whatevr you call it...lol and this is one of many incomplete stories...so hopefully i'll get over this problem and continue writing since the last time i wrote would be....since January...yep...major blockage....lol...well i hope you guys like it and if you have questions bout it pm it to me...ok here's the story...no pic for it as of yet...but maybe i'll find one...ok let's get this show on the road.....

(this is the title)

Prologue
Many years ago back when kings still ruled over kingdoms and knights battled dragons, lived a boy, who would one day become known as a great warrior. He would travel the long road of treachery to become a man of immense value and power.
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Luthious grew up in a small village, with a small population. He was reaching a point at which he would soon become a man at the age of sixteen. Then he would leave to go to the King. Who needed young apprentices to become knights.
Though Luthious lived in a small house, he often managed to find places in it to hide his treasures that he had found venturing through the forest near the King’s castle. This was a fair distance from his house.
Luthious was young, well built and strong. His hair was wheat-blonde, that reached to his shoulders. His skin was tanned by the sun, and he had bright green eyes, like emeralds.
He would work in his field of crops in the morning and by noon he would set off on an adventure, with a supply of food and a small sharp knife. He would return in the evening with heavy feet and a smile of satisfactory of a great adventure.

Chapter One: “The Engraved Stone.”
It was a nice cool day that Luthious woke up to. He got up from his bed and stretched, feeling every muscle come to life. As he opened the door, the wind blew gently at his hair, causing it to sway against the breeze. The wind felt cool and fresh as it caressed his face.
Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes. ’Bet winter is coming early this year.’ he thought. “At least I’ve done harvested the crops.” Since he had no work on the field, he looked around for something to do. He spotted his neighbor waving at him. Waving back he yelled, “Morning!” The sight of the happy family reminded him of how he didn’t have a family, no father to advise him, or brother to venture with. He was alone, since his mother had died two years ago.
As his mother’s last wish, he vowed that he would become a knight. But at that time he did it to please her in her last few moments in the mortal realm. Now as he thought on it, the vow seemed like an omen. He didn’t want to serve the King that ruled the land. For the King was evil and greedy. “A ruler like that I will never serve.” He whispered to himself.
Following a path that was leading to a small garden full of white roses, he knelt down to smell the scent of the roses. Slowly tears started falling from his eyes. ‘How mother loved these roses, because white meant purity, for those pure of heart.’ Gathering his thoughts together, he trimmed a few. Assembling them into a small bundle, he got up.
Today was his mother’s second year of death. She loved her roses, so Luthious decided to put them on her grave. As he found his way past the house and through a small fence that surrounded his mother’s grave. There laid a rectangular, polished stone. Engraved on it were these words:

Phedre de Courte.
Mother of
Luthious de Courte.

There was something strange that caught Luthious’ attention. On the edge of the stone, engraved there as well were:

He who bares the blood
Of the de Courte is
Destined to see what
Can not be SEEN by
MERE mortals.

Of all the times he had been to his mother’s graveyard, never had he seen this inscription. What did it mean? Who wrote it and why? His mother never told him about her family, only that she was the last one left alive, except him.
The thought of what it meant didn’t last long. Luthious got up to leave when he realized that the inscription had disappeared. ‘Maybe it was must my imagination.’ He thought, turning to leave. As he walked back to his house he stumbled across something shiny, that blinded him for a second or two.


ok that's the end of this chapter...you'll have to wait till the next update for more! lol so tell me what did you guys think?....oh yeah there's a new member on the otaku that i would like you guys to visit and her name is dracoluver69....so go visit her...lol well catch u guys later.

"I stand alone, everything that I believe in is fading."

~Godsmack

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