Seven
May 11, 2010 | Uncategorized
this is part of the prologue to the book I am working on, I must warn you that its short, and kinda dark. >.<. Also I am graduating soon and if you do not come to my graduation thats because I have only a limited amount of tickets and I cannot take every one T.T. also I illastrated my class spanish book and you may see the images here ( http://graceoflove.deviantart.com/gallery/#spanish-book )
here is the story:
rologue
My world was a dim world of loneliness, horror, and solitude. The sun was nothing but a fairy tale, much like a unicorn or fairy. It had been covered by the ashy tears of 7 large volcanoes, which had spewed its anger all on the world. The sun became legend; it became the lord's right hand man who punished sinners. It was said, that the sun had slain all those humans before us. Made some go crazy and slay their fellow neighbors and others he pricked their skin with his great sword making them become sick with their own sin. We all lived in fear to grow sick or be different in any way. We would not speak differently, we would not think differently for if we did or become any of those things we would be killed. You would be a vendum, a human who was all sin (or at least becoming that way) and must be taken out to please our lord.
The elders were our leaders, a group of seven men. All descendants of monks and priests from the old days. They were the so called "royalty" of our group, the hypothetically never sinned but somehow they always got heirs to their positions in the council. If you had a child, a child meant intercourse and that was forbidden here. Intercourse was a sin in itself, the elders had told us. Our numbers were dwindling, the human race dyeing out all out of fear and power taken by the hunger of humanity. The elders could do no wrong; the guilds were next, a society filled with our upper class, the theoretical nobles. A strange higher class who had the power to kill whoever they feel was on the verge of being a "vendum". I personally found them more dangerous than even the elders, they were always out and about finding people they disliked to kill off. At some point someone found a vendum and the warriors of the sun were sent to kill them. The warriors of the sun were men raised from birth to carry out the will of the elders for their god. They would strike at early morning where the sun would have once dawned. They had access to everywhere and everyone. To wake up to their glimmering golden armor was the worst thing a human could see. They would sometimes drag them off instead of killing them right there to be sent off into the elders council quarters. Never to be heard from again.
However, humans were not alone in this dyeing world. We all lived in Israel, all in a town of 2 million surrounded by a great wall. This wall was so high no one knew if anything lived plant or animal wise outside, it was so deep that no one had ever found the bottom. The outside of these walls were called the forbidden lands.
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3 Responses to “Seven”
MORE, MORE, MORE!!! Don’t just leave us hanging here, Laney-Beth! What is outside of those walls?!!!!
By mother on May 26, 2010
. In these forbidden lands lay the creatures of Satan, Beings who hunted us to feed on our bodies and Enslave our souls. These creatures included Terrible demons, gruesome vampires, and hungry druids who stopped at nothing to get what they desired. What had always confused me about the elders stories was, if these creatures stopped at nothing, then how come they have yet to bust down that wall? Heaven knows if there are truly hungry creatures out there like that, wouldn’t they be able to bust down a human made wall?
I was born twenty-one years ago in the slums of this human world. My parents, Raja and Emalia, named me Aunli. It is pronounced on (like if you were to turn on a light) –lee. I was raised with my father, since my mother had been killed by the sun warriors when I was only the age of two. I could not remember her, though my father commented that I looked more and more like her as I grew older. At the time this story began, I was 20 almost 21 in a couple of months. I lived alone, since my father went missing when I was 17 and had to fend for myself. I never married, nor did I find relations in sexual activity. I minded myself, continuing my father’s furniture carving business. It was a tough job, but it gave me an excuse to spend hours in my house and keep quiet. Unlike most in the slums I was a free thinker, I never truly believed anything those elders fed us. However, I believe that you don’t always need to be a foolish hero and rebel against those you think are wrong. If you survive and think quietly in these parts, most likely no harm will be done. Not to you nor your name… your name will never be touched. An Untouched name…
Is the purest thing you can have in this world
By Alaina on Jun 20, 2010
You have an amazing imagination, and that is absolutely the first ingredient needed to become a seasoned writer, and eventually an author. Keep at it! I wish so much that I had known that I knew that I liked to write when I was 14 or 16 or 19 or 22. Alas!!! I didn’t find out until I was 60-plus, and then I became too physically ill to do a whole lot about it. If you truly WANT to be a writer…..you must read, read, read, read, and write, write, write, write. Take creative writing courses in college, along with journalism maybe, and just keep on keeping on. Don’t be lazy. Don’t slack off. Prepare something that you can finally send to a publisher.
By mother on Oct 27, 2010