(A story I am writing... no where near done...let me know what you think of it... is this for an opening to boring)
A soft breeze of enchanted magic blew over her and she knew she had found it. She stood at the River’s End, a mystical place where many warriors have gone before her to bathe and wash away their sins of battle. Her eyes seem to almost widen as she watched the tender water fall violently over the cliff into the pool that laid below, lightly taking her breath away. Her gaze then followed the edge of the water to see lush soft green grass, Emerald color with a tint of scarlet. Tiny gorgeous little white flowers tipped in a brilliant ruby color, that sparkled in even the shadows, seemed to be sprinkled across the ground. At the edge of the grass were trees, giant trees bigger then a dragon, that circled around it hiding it from the view of strangers. Many knew of this place, but few could take you here. A thousand years of tradition and blood bound it to secret, only those deemed worthy enough would ever find it.
She laid her gear and sword upon the ground and started to undo the chains and buckles of her armor removing each blood stained piece until she was completely nude to the word. It was in times like these she felt most vulnerable and in any other place she would of bathe with at least her chain mil on.
She bent down to her pack to remove a long flowing white piece of fabric attached to a metal hoop that fasted around her belly and a small seed. It was tradition for woman to have at least some part of the body covered up when bathing outside and though she was not like a normal woman, she still followed the tradition of them. With that she unbound her long black hair allowing it to gently tumble down her back as she gracefully stepped upon the shore of the water .
The water was crystal clear all but the small circle of scarlet ripples from under her feet as she continued to walk across it with colorful lilies that floated around her. Finally she stood in the middle of the pool and slowly extended her beautiful slim hand out that held the tiny glowing seed.
Her dark blue eyes gently flowed to the edge of the water where the shadows lay and there she seen it, at first just a small sparkle of color. It was so diminutive that one would almost pass it by if not for its beautiful metallic wings and lovely, soft whispering voice that sang to the rhythmic notes of its wings. Which each beat of the wings… the wind would carry their chimes and a soft beautiful voice of ancient elfish words spilled around you. Of course they would sing even better for a small price… a rare seed of a plant from a foreign land, flowers being their favorite and in her hand she held one of the rarest.
A Blue Winter Rose. It was ice blue in color with a frosty white tip and from it small crystal of snowflakes would fall. Even its steam was a blue green color and when the sun rose above it would sparkle greater then any diamond. It once bloomed vastly in every valley of every mountain… but the Human Queen, Eldora, wanted them for her wedding and solely for her wedding. For she was far to great for anyone else so common to have them for theirs or for their eyes even to look upon it. So she had them plucked from every field and mountain top until there was none to be seen… but a few glowing seeds passed that of the human’s misguided eyes and they where spared for those who adventured far enough to find them.
The small pixie had a greedy gleam across her soft child like face as she stood proudly by it. Her brightly colored butterfly wings stretched out as she slowly lifted it up into the air while sing a few words that made no sense anyone else but other pixies… with that a group of sparkles came into sight and carried the seed off.
“You bring such a rare seed for us….what is it that you seek?” the pixie asked.
“ I am seek to have my soul be replenish,” she lowered her eyes… “for the stains of blood to be lifted off my sword and my hands forever clean,” her voice sounded so sad that one would almost think she could cry.
“If only sorrows where dreams….one could cast them away….” The pixie said with a half giggle “You are not a normal elfish woman are you…. No a warrior of enchanted magic, with beauty well beyond your years and yet you fall with such heavy sadness…. Your soul I can replenish…the stains upon your sword I can wash away… but the sins upon your hands… are forever yours.”
Then it was all like a dream to her. She danced playfully on top of the bitter sweet water as the wind and waves swirled around her to the call of the gentle music. Her hands glisten with a light sapphire aura of magic as it dripped from her finger tips. It was almost as if she was a child again and nothing in the world matter to her.
A soft breeze of enchanted magic blew over her and she knew she had found it. She stood at the River’s End, a mystical place where many warriors have gone before her to bathe and wash away their sins of battle. Her eyes seem to almost widen as she watched the tender water fall violently over the cliff into the pool that laid below, lightly taking her breath away. Her gaze then followed the edge of the water to see lush soft green grass, Emerald color with a tint of scarlet. Tiny gorgeous little white flowers tipped in a brilliant ruby color, that sparkled in even the shadows, seemed to be sprinkled across the ground. At the edge of the grass were trees, giant trees bigger then a dragon, that circled around it hiding it from the view of strangers. Many knew of this place, but few could take you here. A thousand years of tradition and blood bound it to secret, only those deemed worthy enough would ever find it.
She laid her gear and sword upon the ground and started to undo the chains and buckles of her armor removing each blood stained piece until she was completely nude to the word. It was in times like these she felt most vulnerable and in any other place she would of bathe with at least her chain mil on.
She bent down to her pack to remove a long flowing white piece of fabric attached to a metal hoop that fasted around her belly and a small seed. It was tradition for woman to have at least some part of the body covered up when bathing outside and though she was not like a normal woman, she still followed the tradition of them. With that she unbound her long black hair allowing it to gently tumble down her back as she gracefully stepped upon the shore of the water .
The water was crystal clear all but the small circle of scarlet ripples from under her feet as she continued to walk across it with colorful lilies that floated around her. Finally she stood in the middle of the pool and slowly extended her beautiful slim hand out that held the tiny glowing seed.
Her dark blue eyes gently flowed to the edge of the water where the shadows lay and there she seen it, at first just a small sparkle of color. It was so diminutive that one would almost pass it by if not for its beautiful metallic wings and lovely, soft whispering voice that sang to the rhythmic notes of its wings. Which each beat of the wings… the wind would carry their chimes and a soft beautiful voice of ancient elfish words spilled around you. Of course they would sing even better for a small price… a rare seed of a plant from a foreign land, flowers being their favorite and in her hand she held one of the rarest.
A Blue Winter Rose. It was ice blue in color with a frosty white tip and from it small crystal of snowflakes would fall. Even its steam was a blue green color and when the sun rose above it would sparkle greater then any diamond. It once bloomed vastly in every valley of every mountain… but the Human Queen, Eldora, wanted them for her wedding and solely for her wedding. For she was far to great for anyone else so common to have them for theirs or for their eyes even to look upon it. So she had them plucked from every field and mountain top until there was none to be seen… but a few glowing seeds passed that of the human’s misguided eyes and they where spared for those who adventured far enough to find them.
The small pixie had a greedy gleam across her soft child like face as she stood proudly by it. Her brightly colored butterfly wings stretched out as she slowly lifted it up into the air while sing a few words that made no sense anyone else but other pixies… with that a group of sparkles came into sight and carried the seed off.
“You bring such a rare seed for us….what is it that you seek?” the pixie asked.
“ I am seek to have my soul be replenish,” she lowered her eyes… “for the stains of blood to be lifted off my sword and my hands forever clean,” her voice sounded so sad that one would almost think she could cry.
“If only sorrows where dreams….one could cast them away….” The pixie said with a half giggle “You are not a normal elfish woman are you…. No a warrior of enchanted magic, with beauty well beyond your years and yet you fall with such heavy sadness…. Your soul I can replenish…the stains upon your sword I can wash away… but the sins upon your hands… are forever yours.”
Then it was all like a dream to her. She danced playfully on top of the bitter sweet water as the wind and waves swirled around her to the call of the gentle music. Her hands glisten with a light sapphire aura of magic as it dripped from her finger tips. It was almost as if she was a child again and nothing in the world matter to her.
