Guest Illuminator Posted October 8, 2003 Report Share Posted October 8, 2003 Greffnor mildly amused at the remark of fair Rilka, withheld his smirk and averted his head so as to not offend her. As of late, he had often caused unnecessary controversy between them, and it was not an intelligent move to further divide them. Many moons had passed since they had joined together for a passionate evening, and he was aware that it was mainly his doing. Rilka was easily offended by Greffnor lately, as she recalled the conversations she had stormed out of, with her bruised ego and wounded spirit. They had been drifting apart. Greffnor was working late nights in the Guildhall helping Master Sharf with his recent inventions to better the field of mining. She was ready to move back home and forget they ever fell in love. Greffnor was not the typical guildsman, for he worked under Master Sharf, whose radical ideas gave him a reputation of the village loon. Greffnor believed in Sharf and was determined to spend his present life proving him a hero. “Never mind Rilka,” he thought, “She’ll get over it. We’ll be alright tomorrow.” Little did he know that the very next morning, she would be forever gone from his life. Outside the noises of the morning took their usual accordance, and Greffnor pulled himself from the mattress and stretched his lankly arms over his head. Peering over his shoulder, he watched Rilka turn over on her side. He thought that today he would surprise her with the fabric she had been pining over to make her dress for the Summer Town Festival. He had been scrimping for a new pair of boots, but he could wait of a bit longer. Turning toward the window, he stifled a yawn and proceeded to outside. At the well, he washed his scruffy face and tossed the remaining water on the ground. “Off to work,” he thought, “Today will be the day that Master Sharf will make fire portable.” In his usual thoughtful daze he began his walk to the Hall. Abruptly, rumbling from behind startled him to reality. Cries of anger and pain pierced the now chaotic atmosphere. Cacophonies of noise stunned Greffnor to complete petrifaction. He felt a throbbing pain in his side, and suddenly everything went void. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Illuminator Posted October 8, 2003 Report Share Posted October 8, 2003 He awoke to many figures rushing chaotically in all directions. Beneath him, the ground trembled with terror. Land was a demon and his claws the crashing wreckage. Despite the pain in his left hip and the bleeding gash on the back of his throbbing head, Greffnor arose with one intention in mind. “I must get to Rilka and the baby.” Rilka was attending her morning chores when the quake struck below her feet. She grabbed for the mattress to cushion her belly from the crude violence. As she was nearing, her feet gave way and she hit the crusted earth. As she glared up at the distorted vision of their wooden beamed covering, the illumination became brighter than she’s ever witnessed before and every physical sensation became numb. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Illuminator Posted October 21, 2003 Report Share Posted October 21, 2003 Ten years later in a small village nearby the now ash ruins of the original village. Henril slumped into a heap against the brick well, hoping to evade his Aunt Mayra's scolding. Again, this summer, he was in trouble for skipping out on his responsibility to the family. He knew he should be a better aid to his Uncle for he was talking care of him while his father was at the kingdom guild earning funds to re-erect their quarters. Henril sighed and shuffled his way to upward stance. “Aunt Mayra,” Henril yelled, “Save yourself from over exhaustion, I am here, and prepared for my thrashing. I will return to the tool shed thereafter.” “No, child. I am not punishing you. I have some excellent news. You father is coming in several sunsets time to visit you. I thought to inform him that you have several weeks left until you go back for schooling, and he has not seen you in many full moons. Now, if you wouldn’t mind returning to your Uncle, I will forget this ever happened.” And as she began to walk away, she turned back and added, “Again.” Henril smiled to himself, a rare uplift in his manner. He thought that it better to return to the shed as quickly as possible, for his cousins would be out shortly to catch him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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