The King of Gamlon was having lunch with two guests, a lord and a lady. A maid wearing a tattered brown robe and no shoes or socks walked over and poured more wine for them.
“It is good to have you back, Lord and Lady Taberthii. It has been far too long,” the maid said.
“It is good to be back in Gamlon,” Lord Taberthii replied, “but, if I may ask, my King, where is the young prince? It’s been so many years since we last saw him.”
The King looked at the maid.
“Well m’Lord,” she said, “Prince Tavor is upstairs, presumably telling ghost stories to his sister. He’s quite the storyteller, m’Lord. I keep telling him he should have his works published, but he’ll have none of it.”
“I wonder if we should tell him we’re in town?” Lady Taberthii asked, “He might want to know our daughter is back after all these years. They were such friends when they were little.”
The King laughed. “Lady Taberthii, I am sure Tavor does not even remember Allissya. He was merely a child when she left. Besides, if he does remember her, it might pain him to know how she lost her memories.”
“True enough I suppose, my King.”

***

Tavor was kneeling by his little sister’s bed. “And they still say, every fifteen years, when the moon is full, and the sky is cloudy, the Highwayman’s ghost comes riding along the coach roads, still seeking to end his eternal suffering, for when the dying unicorn said that he would never rest in peace, she meant her curse in more ways than one.”
Leena shivered, but grinned in delight. She loved her brother’s stories.
“Tavor, what if the highwayman comes to get me?”
Tavor ruffled his sister’s hair and smiled. “He won’t. I’ll always protect you, Leena. I have to go now. I have a jousting match in a few minutes.” He stood, picked up his lance, slung it over his back, and walked down to the door. “Father, I’m going to my jousting match! I’ll be back later!” He picked up his helmet, put it under his arm, strolled over to the stables and opened the door. He patted the white horse on the snout. “Hey there. You ready, pal?”
He mounted the horse and pulled it into a gallop toward the jousting ring.

how dare you make me fall in love with tavor!

ps just made toon.

Nice start to the story, can already get the mood of things about to happen.

ROFLMAO!

Hey dragon, we're just waiting for u to log onto wow with us

alright then. brt!

He slowed to a trot as he entered the ring. He turned to his right and waved at the LOFT members. LOFT (League Of Fangirls of Tavor) was a small fanclub. He never understood what they thought was so great about him, but always made them happy by waving at them. It made life much easier for him that they always sat in the same spot. He then put his helmet on as trumpets blared, signaling the start of the jousting match.
“Just barely on time, as usual,” Tavor laughed to himself. He lowered his lance and waited for the word. He heard his name being chanted by the LOFT members in their little corner.
“Charge!” came the voice.
Tavor and the other man passed – quite literally – like jousting knights. He turned, and this time hit his opponent, knocking him to the ground. This continued for about 5 rounds, when the Prince was declared the winner. Tavor took off his helmet and put it under his arm, smiling and waving to the crowd. He began to walk out, when a girl in the crowd, among the LOFT members, caught his eye. He froze on the spot, took a few steps back, and looked at her. He blinked a few times, and walked over to them. The volume and pitch of their voices increased as he got nearer. He only looked at the one who had caught his attention. Tavor frowned and looked perplexed as he examined her from head to toe. Red hair in a long braid, teal eyes, a familiar expression. It all reminded him of a distant memory. She coughed lightly and spoke, “Is something wrong my Prince?” Her friends giggled and looked at her enviously. Tavor looked startled at the voice and the small wheezing cough. It had to be her!
He raised one eyebrow. Incredulously and somewhat cautiously, but also hopefully, he asked, “…. Allissya?”
“He knows your name!” the other girls squealed quietly.
“You know my name?!”
Tavor looked away in disappointment. “… Oh… You’re not Allissya Taberthii, then… Sorry…”
“You know my full name?!” the girl squealed, then had a coughing fit.
He looked at her again. “It… It has to be! It is you! I know it has to be you! Allissya? Don’t you remember me? I can’t be talking to the wrong girl; nobody else has that little cough, that hair, those eyes! It has to be you… right?”
“My Prince… I… was not aware that I knew you.”
Tavor was devastated. “I… I see…”
“Perhaps I did know you!” she said gleefully, “You see… I lost all my memories some time ago.”
He gasped. “So that’s why you stopped writing to me! I tracked you all the way across Gamlon, Allissya! I tracked you as you moved from one home to another, and then one day you moved, and I couldn’t find you. I never heard from you again. You’d lost your memories?”
“All of this is news to me,” Allissya said. Her eyes were glittering, like the other LOFT members’ eyes. It dawned painfully on Tavor that his best childhood friend was now nothing more than a fangirl. He tilted his head back and looked at the sky. Nobody but his closest friends and family knew that he only did so when he was trying not to cry.



Edit: There was no stupid grammatical mistake early in the story. *shiftyeyes*

Nice touch adding a fanclub...
poor tavor..his best friend.

It's kinda based sorta on something that happened to me. I had a friend named Allison. She kept moving. I did everything in my power to track her. But one day she moved and I was unable to find where she had gone. I've not heard from her since. I don't really remember her though. But it was enough to inspire a sad little story for Tavor.
And yes, LOFT is a parody of LOOF.

I can feel Tavor's sadness jumping out to me in this post. I also agree with Sal, nice touch adding the fanclub. On a side not, notice at how it seems to be the three of us for the most part going back forth on posts about your guys's fics.

I suppose I've already formed a good emotional connection with him then, as a writer.
*bows* I'm glad you like the story so far.

Oh yeah. I was never a big Tavor fan and I knew I would read this story but after reading it I think I am becoming one of Tavor's few supporters.

Well, when dealing with a character who doesn't have a very large following, it helps to tug a few heartstrings.

It's the story telling to his sister that got me. Just so sweet, I mean thats not who betrayed our oh so gullible Cale.

“I… I’m sorry, Allissya. You’re not the girl I once knew…” Tavor walked away, his head angled up toward the sky, to keep the tears from falling from his eyes. He blinked them back.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me….” He muttered to himself as he rode slowly home, “All these years spent wondering what ever happened to her… and now this? She was my best friend… and nobody told me…” He stabled his horse and entered the castle he lived in.
“Welcome home, son,” the King said.
“…. Why didn’t you tell me?” Tavor asked, a tear rolling down his cheek.
“Tell you what, Tavor?” his father asked, concerned.
“About Allissya. You should have told me! I’ve spent all this time wondering what happened to her… and today I met her. She didn’t remember me! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want to cause you unnecessary pain. I thought by the time you met her again you would have forgotten about her.”
Tavor nodded slowly, wiping the tear from his cheek, regaining his composure. “I see. Thank you, father… I just… would have preferred to have known.”
“I apologise.”
“It’s fine.” He walked away. Nothing in his eyes or expression would suggest pain or sorrow. He turned a corner, pressed a specific stone in the wall, and waited while part of the wall slid open. He entered the torch-lit hall, closing the secret door behind him. He walked through the hidden passageway, into his personal base. It was his favorite hidden room. There were many in his castle, but this was his favorite. He’d set up several book cases and a writing desk in the room. Books were scattered randomly across the floor, along with piles of papers. They were his writings. He kept it mostly secret that he was a writer. Whenever he published anything, he did it anonymously, and without telling his family, though he rarely gave any of his stories to a publisher in the first place. Many of them were finished and then left to gather dust here, only ever told to Leena. Tavor sat down at his desk, reflecting on childhood memories of Allissya. He bit his lip, but did not feel the tightness in his throat that he would if he were going to cry. He sighed, picked up a quill, dipped it in ink, and began to write down the story he’d told his sister earlier.

That was the Tavor of later years. He'd been driven mad by that point.
Remember, this story takes place long before then. This is Tavor in a time of peace.

How touching and also so sad. Poor Tavor, to nor have your own best friend remember you, that would be really sad.

*nods* Thank you..
I will admit it. I myself cried while writing these scenes.

Mine!

...

Sorry, I've been hanging out with Magpie too long.

Anyway, I love it Dragon! You've captured Tavor perfectly. It almost makes me want to repost my Tavor fic. I had it up over a year ago, but most of the people I knew on the forums back then have moved on. ;_;

lols. Thanks. ^^

Blergh. I need to stop crying over my own story! XD
*yawn* It's late at night all. I think Imma go to bed now. Night.

Well, I finally decided yo give it a shot, hope I didn't suck too awful bad.


http://forums.lfgcomic.com/index.php?showt...t=0#entry422000

Hehe I can't help thinking that 'LOFT' is a variation on LOOF (League of Obsessive Fangirls)?

PS - I started LOOF /smug

As I stated earlier... Yes, LOFT is based on LOOF. XD

***

Tavor yawned and stretched. He got slowly out of bed, changed into his normal clothes, and went downstairs. Much to his surprise, he had a visitor that morning.
“Allissya?” he said, blinking in surprise.
“Hello Prince Tavor! You seemed upset yesterday, so I came to see if you were alright. The maid let me in because she seemed to know me.”
“I was upset. You would be too if your own best friend had forgotten who you were.”
“I was your best friend?”
“When we were little, yes.”
“I’m sorry! For forgetting you, I mean.”
“Not a problem. It wasn’t your fault anyway. And please don’t call me Prince Tavor. You always just called me by my name, back then…”
“Alright. If you want to be friends again…” the girl trailed off.
Tavor nodded with a tragic smile. “Of course.”
The bittersweet reunion was interrupted by a cry of “Tavvy!”
“Gack! Oomph!” Tavor said, as he found himself on the receiving end of a flying tackle-hug from an undead priestess sporting green goggles, “Good morning Adelleh. Can you please let go? Unlike you I actually need to breathe,” he said, trying to pry the skeletal hands off of him. Adelleh let go and looked at the shocked Allissya.
“Hi!” the walking corpse exclaimed with enthusiasm. Tavor couldn’t help but laugh. He explained, “This is Adelleh. She’s another friend of mine. An unlikely friendship, I know, but she’s entertaining. You never knew her. She lives in the tunnels under the castle,” he turned to Adelleh, “speaking of which, what are you doing up here? I thought you didn’t like sunlight?”
Adelleh waved a cookie. “Adelleh can has cookie!”
Tavor snickered, “I see.”
The priestess slinked away back to her underground lair. Tavor turned to Allissya with a grin and shook his head.
“If I may ask, Pr- Tavor, how did you make friends with her?”
“It’s a long, long story,” he said, lost in thought, “Right now I’m sort of trying to figure out how to explain the things you used to know…”
“Tunnels?”
“Of course. That’s a good place to start. There are plenty of hidden passageways in this castle. I know almost all of them by heart.”
“I see you two ran into each other,” the King said, smiling, “I thought it would do you both some good to reintroduce you.”
“Hello father!”
“Good day, my King!” Allissya said with a curtsy. She brushed some dirt off her simple blue skirt and white shirt.
“You’ve grown a lot since I saw you last,” Tavor’s father told the girl, chuckling lightly.
Allissya nodded, not sure what to say.
“I’ll leave you to continue talking,” he said, “I have things to attend to. Tavor, perhaps you should show her some of the tunnels?”
“Right,” the Prince said, turning back to his childhood friend.






Enough heartstring pulling. Have some silliness. X3 Yay character introductions.
Edit: I see you lurking, Lunaya.... *evil grin*
Edit 2: Fixed a stupid typo. Seems Tunnels is FULL of stupid typos.

He led her to one of the hidden doors. “When we were little, we used to play hide and seek in these passages,” he laughed, “but father didn’t want us getting lost.” He opened the wall up, showing her around his writing room. She picked up a pile of papers and looked through them.
“You’re a writer,” she said.
“Yeah… I really don’t show the stories to anyone but my sister, though…”
“So how many tunnels are there?” Allissya asked. She was beginning to get used to being in her hero’s presence, and starting to become connected to him on a personal level.
“Well… It depends how you define what separates one tunnel from another. A lot of them connect with one another in strange, convoluted ways. There are some that lead to rooms. Some are perfectly straight and just lead from one point in the castle to another. Others seem to have no purpose that I can discern. Some of them even pop up in random places around Gamlon, possibly even farther. I haven’t explored the full length of some of the longer tunnels, but I know almost every one of them in the general area of my home,” he explained, leading her along some of the more interesting passages, stopping at one downward sloping tunnel to point it out, “except that one. It’s full of water, and I’m not going to even try to…” he trailed off, then changed the subject, “I should probably take you back into the normal parts of the castle. You could get lost down here if you got separated from me.”
“Yeah… You know, it’s strange, knowing that you know me, but not remembering you…” the girl mused, mostly to herself.
Tavor nodded, “The more I talk to you, the more I realize how much I’ve forgotten about you, too…” He turned rather suddenly down a side passage.
“Is… this the way we came in?” Allissya asked, confused.
“No, but it’s faster,” the Prince replied, “sorry, I’ll try not to move so suddenly, I’m used to being able to dart down any which way I choose. It comes in handy sometimes, if I don’t want to be found, to be able to just pop up anywhere in the castle.”
“I imagine so. You said Adelleh lives down here?”
“Not here, no. She lives in the deeper tunnels. The bottom layer. I don’t go down there much, save to visit her. Frankly, they’re not useful or interesting.”
A cold gust of air passed them.
“What was that?” Allissya asked.
“I… am not sure,” Tavor said, glancing around rather nervously, “That’s never happened before… Maybe father opened one of the other passages. He knows a couple of them.”
He pulled a torch holder, and the wall he’d led her to opened. They stepped out into the dining hall.





Yes, I know it seems like Tavor has been doing a whole lot of nothing for quite some time, but he's actually giving you crucial plot information. Bear with me.

Edit: I see ya'll lurking there. You're not giving me feedback. That makes me unhappy. =P

uh interesting...logged in to give you feed back and make you happy. l8r!

=P Bite me.


Edit: Oh noes! Writer's block! I know what I want to do but not how to do it. X.x *surfs net to help work around it*

This right here prolly made my day to be honest, that was actually kinda funny and random. On a side note I have another part of <Artifact of the Old World> *interesting WoW guild name idea* posted.

XD I know. That's the point of Adelleh. She's funny and random, and as Tavor will later say, completely insane. XD

***

After a while of getting to know Tavor for the second time, Allissya went back home. Leena started demanding that her brother tell her a story, so the Prince sighed and tried to come up with something. He decided to continue the story of the ghostly highwayman from the day before, which had been inspired by a legend he’d heard somewhere.
“Well, Leena, do you want to hear more about the Highwayman from yesterday?”
“Mmhm!”
“Hm… I didn’t tell you why he killed the unicorn or what he did to her, did I?”
“No…”
“He wanted her horn. A unicorn’s horn, called an alicorn, can be powdered and mixed with mud to create gold. The greedy Highwayman ignored the warnings of the mystic, blinded by his desire for wealth. He waited by the coach road every night for years, killing anyone who was unlucky enough to be heading that way after moonrise and couldn’t answer his question: Where do I find a unicorn? For years, nobody could answer his question, and he killed them all, taking their money,” Tavor wove the story as he went, occasionally going back to the original folk tale for impromptu solutions to minor cases of writer’s block, “until the day a thin man with one silver eye rode down that trail.
‘Halt,’ said the Highwayman, ‘tell me or die, do you know where the unicorns are?’
And the man calmly said, ‘Go far to the west until you meet the sea. Ride south to the rock shaped like a dragon. Climb the rock and leap into the dragon’s mouth. You will find yourself in a cave. Follow the cave until you come out in a forest. Tap thrice on the first tree you look at, and a unicorn will come out of hiding.’
But the Highwayman was an evil person, and he killed the man anyway, before riding along the path he’d been given. He did find the unicorn, and from there you know the rest of the story. He killed her and took her horn, and she cursed him as she lay dying there. He did get the gold coins, but when he touched them they turned to blood. And not just the gold he made from the horn, either. Any gold he ever touched immediately turned into blood in his hands. He could never sleep, not one wink for the rest of his life. He went insane and threw himself off a cliff and into the sea, but he still rides along the coach road, killing anyone he comes across, taking their gold, but it always turns to blood, always.”
The princess shuddered and hugged her brother. Tavor began to wonder if maybe he’d gotten a bit too detailed in his ghost story, but what was done, was done.

***

That night, with pouring rain outside, and wind creating eerie whistling sounds in the trees, Tavor awoke to hear sniffling sounds from his sister’s room. He got up, tapped on the door lightly, and heard her gasp.
“Leena, are you awake?” he whispered.
“Tavor!” the Princess whined, “I had a bad dream!”
The Prince sighed and opened the door, walked quietly in, and sat down on her bed. She hugged him tightly.
“What happened?” he asked, regretting telling her the story.
“I had a dream about the highwayman and a unicorn with a hole in her head!” Leena cried. Both of them froze with a small gasp when a haunting sound echoed faintly outside. A hollow whinny pierced the air, along with what sounded almost like insane cackling. Leena started crying, and even Tavor was nervous.
“Shh, it’s just a falling tree branch or thunder or something startling the horses,” he assured her. But at the back of his subconscious, there was a nagging sense that this was, in fact, not the case.






Things are getting interesting....
*cue Duskwood soundtrack* =P

0.o very eire entry, can't wait for more

Yay feedback. Was beginning to think nobody was reading my fic. XD

Sorry, trying to give as much feedback as I can but
I have a bunch of things going on in RL here so I am kinda torn.

lol its no problem.

***

Tavor and Allissya were kneeling by a set of odd tracks.
“They look like horse tracks, but they’re obviously from cloven hooves… too big to belong to a deer,” Tavor muttered, “Something strange is going on around here, Allissya…”
“What do you mean?”
“Odd sounds in the night. Mysterious hoofprints. Cold wind in the tunnels.”
Allissya nodded. The Prince rose to his feet, frowning slightly, and looked around. He turned and started walking back to the castle. His friend followed.
“But how? There have been no massive bandit attacks in Gamlon for a long time,” they heard the King say to a messenger.
“Father?” Tavor asked.
“Oh, Tavor,” his father said, “I didn’t see you there.”
“What’s going on?”
“There was an attack on a village in the middle of the night, many people were killed… I can’t believe the peace has been broken.”
The Prince’s eyes widened and his face went pale. “Father… Last night Leena woke up from a nightmare, and I went to her room to comfort her. There were some strange sounds scaring her… and Allissya and I just discovered odd hoofprints in the forest.”
“Oh?”
“I am not sure, but I think there’s a connection, and I’d like to try to track down the cause of all this strangeness. Father, may I take a horse and start investigating?”
The King hesitated. Finally, he sighed. “Very well, Tavor. Be careful, son. Good luck to you.”
Tavor nodded.
“Could I come with you?” Allissya suddenly asked.
“What?” the Prince replied, somewhat startled, “You? Come with me? Allissya, it will be dangerous…”
“I know. But I want to prove I’m worth something. I want to do something important for once! Can I come with you?”
“… Ask your parents. If they say yes, I have no reason to say you can’t. Hurry though. I’ll be leaving later today.”
Allissya hurried home, while Tavor went to his room. He put on his armor, helmet, and cape. He buckled his sheath-belt on, pulled the sword part way out, looked at it for a moment, and resheathed it. He was quite literally a knight in shining armor. He walked to his sister’s room, opened the door and peeked in.
“Leena…”
“Tavor! Why are you dressed in your armor? Are you going jousting again?” the Princess asked, putting down the book she was reading and hopping off of her bed, smiling up at her brother.
He hesitated, visibly troubled. “No, Leena. Bad things are happening in Gamlon, and I’m going away for what could be a very long time. I’m going to try to make things right again, okay?”
Leena frowned. “Big brother, you’ll come back, won’t you?”
Tavor opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He swallowed and blinked a few times. “Uh… yeah. Of course I’ll come back. I’ll always protect you.”
Leena bit her lip and nodded. She ran over to her brother and he knelt to accept her hug. She flung her arms around him, and he hugged her tightly, swallowing back the tension in his throat.
“Goodbye, Leena. Stay safe. The maid will be here to tell you stories until I come back.”
“She’s not as good of a storyteller as you, Tavor! Come back soon,” the girl said, burying her face in his shoulder.
“I’ll try,” the young Prince said, letting go of his sister and standing up. He held himself proudly as he walked to the stables, but his eyes told a different story than his pose.






I want your opinions on this post specifically. I wanted to go for a particular feel here.

Side note.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ifr4aGA2o_A
^ Definitely this fanfic's theme song, or at the very least, Tavor's theme song.

Awww I can really feel the sibling bond between Tavor and Leena It's so cute! Good work Dragon! And the drama is beginning

Pretty darn good writing for someone who has never known a sibling bond. x3 heh.
Thank you.
And yes, it is.

Sorry about that. I usually don't say much during the story. I don't like "interrupting" the fanfic right in the middle unless I think there's a really good reason to do so. I lurk a lot and if I have something to say, I usually wait until the end. I should post more encouragement though. There's nothing as depressing as putting time and effort into something only to receive no feedback.

Suffice to say I'm enjoying all of the fanfics, even though I think they're cluttering up the topic list a bit.
I liked your first one, although I felt it was kind of a "basic" fanfic. This story has kept me guessing more than the first. You are improving in both your storytelling and your writing technique. Like Lar says (says until you're sick of hearing it) "practice, practice, practice".

Thanks.
I doubt this will be as good as the latter parts of Legend of Rin, and it certainly won't come close to the second Legend of Rin (which I'll write after this story), but I think this will be a good story. I can tell I'm improving in my abilities to show a character's emotions. =3 I can only hope you'll all enjoy the rest of the story.

Tavor waited for Allissya, holding the reins of three horses, one white, another brown, the last black. She arrived, a bag of provisions slung over one shoulder, a simple sword at her side. He handed her the reins of the brown horse, then led her and the horses to a place where the earth around the castle sunk down. He ran his hand along the stones, tapped one, and then pushed it, and part of the wall slid open.
“Why are we going down there?” the girl asked.
“I’m going to grab Adelleh on the way out. She could come in handy,” Tavor said. He turned and looked at his friend very seriously, “I have a feeling that this whole thing has something to do with the undead, besides, we need a healer. As crazy as Adelleh is, she is a healer.”
“Right.”
The Prince led the animals and the elf through the semi-dark passage.
“Adelleh,” he yelled, his voice echoing.
“Yes, hi, hi!” came the reply.
“We need you!” Tavor shouted as he continued through the tunnel. Eventually they came to a point where two tunnels merged, and the undead priestess was waiting for them, wearing not only her goggles but a silvery hood that matched her robe. He gave her the reins of the black horse.
“Pony!” she said in delight.
Allissya gave Tavor an odd look as they continued on, and whispered, “Are you sure this was a good idea?”
“Pft, no,” he replied, “but she’s better than nothing. As long as she does what I tell her to, she won’t cause much trouble. If nothing else, she can provide the occasional laugh in what I think will be an otherwise serious journey.”
They came to the end of the tunnel, just outside of a small town. Tavor got onto his horse and his friends followed his example, and the three of them rode to the town. Once they found their way to a road, they stayed on it. As they passed through the market, some members of LOFT made their easily recognizable fangirl squeals. Tavor waved at them and smiled. He couldn’t help but catch some of their conversation.
“Is he going off to war somewhere?”
“I think he’s going after whatever attacked that town!”
“What a hero!”
Amused, he snickered and shook his head. He turned to his elven companion. Allissya was looking at the fans.
“It feels like forever since I was just a member of LOFT; a distant unreality. Now it feels like I’ve been your best friend forever, even though I only met you again a couple days back.”
“Well I still consider you a close friend, and it’s good to have you back,” he said with a smile, then looked back to the road. “So what do you make of it all? The hoofprints and sounds I mean.”
“I haven’t got a clue. I’m content to just follow you on this and help with whatever you need,” she answered.
“Adelleh has seen bad things in her tunnels,” the priestess suddenly piped up.
“Hm? What kind of bad things?” the Prince asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Bad things.”
He sighed and muttered, “Well, aren’t you helpful…”



Edit: I forgot mah italics. Again. *prepares to be hit with brick*

That brings me great amusement..nothing better than so gossipy girls!

I'm sure if he could, Tavor would post something along the lines of:

k you wanted some sibling feed back. Being an older sister I think you did a real good job of making it seem believe able... in that scene i can relate to Tavor, cuz i tell my sibling stories to sometimes and they occasionally get a lil spooky. Kids are so easy to scare =P

Thanks, I meant the goodbye scene, but meh. XD XD XD
It was really hard to capture it.
I am an only child, so it's mostly getting really in character and imagining.

oh! oh! oops. well. Kids always ask the hardest questions. Will you come back. Poor Tavor doesnt know himself, so basically hes lieing just like every other older brother and sister in the world do when faced with a question they dont know the answer to.(or dont want to answer)

"Where did Spike (random dog who died in this short story)go?"
"Um he found a new family who didnt have a dog. Hes probably having the time of his life." *cough*

*nod* Thanks.

***

The sun was setting. The three adventurers rode their horses along the edge of a small valley.
“Nightfall is soon. Be on your guard,” Tavor said, “but until then, enjoy the sunset.” He smiled over his shoulder at his friends.
“Where exactly are you taking us, Tavor?” Allissya asked.
“Antuon. The town that was attacked. We’re going straight to the source, to rip this weed out by the roots before it can grow too large. Hopefully we’ll be able to figure out what’s going on, before it’s too late.”
“You really think we can solve this problem? Just the three of us?”
“I think so, yes,” the Prince replied, “and even if we can’t, we can at least find out what the problem is so the army of Gamlon can deal with it.”
“The army will really deal with a little problem like this?”
“A little problem, I don’t think that’s quite the right phrase. If it’s too big for us to deal with, it’s a huge problem indeed.”
“You certainly don’t lack confidence.”
“Isn’t that one of the things you LOFTers praise me for?” he said, grinning over his shoulder jokingly. He glanced to the sunset. The sun was but a sliver on the horizon. He regained a serious expression and tone, but wasn’t cold about it. “Be wary, when darkness falls, the hunters may become the hunted. Adelleh, you take the first night shift, alright?”
“Kay kay.”

***

The moon rose. The air cooled. The previously warm and friendly atmosphere turned cold and foreboding. The stars were not glittering, rather, they were hidden by dark clouds, from which only the foggy moon peeked out, coldly bathing the world in eerie veils of shadow and lines of damp silver.
“Adelleh hear some things,” the undead woman said, her eyes glowing faintly yellow, in a somewhat creepy way, under her hood. The horses shook their heads a bit in their sleep, rustling their bridles against the trees they were tied to.
“Mm, wha…?” Tavor mumbled, half asleep. He opened his eyes. He became alert fairly quickly, and soon realized what Adelleh was talking about. He moved over to where Allissya was sleeping and shook her shoulder.
“Wake up,” he whispered, putting a hand on his sword hilt.
“What..?” she said, sitting up and blinking slowly.
“Shhh!” He looked around. “Hoofbeats, or something like hoofbeats,” he whispered, looking around, “there!” The Prince pointed into the darkness. A few spots of faint green light were moving around in the darkness. They stayed close together and moved in a rather circular way, but as a whole they moved forward at a rather high speed. Fortunately, the eerie lights were not coming any closer. Tavor thought he saw a dark shape moving with them but he couldn’t tell.





Hmm, I like the semi-horror fantasy genre... I've never written anything like this before.

Creepy. And I have to say i think Adelleh might have suffered some brain damage when she died. I LOVE IT!

Well I WAS thinking of putting something along the lines of:

Alli: ... I think part of her brain has rotted away...
Tavor: .... That would... certainly explain quite a bit....
Adelleh: *insane giggling*

In the story. =P


Yeah, I love Adelleh too. She's just a great character. What is it with the undead and being ridiculously fun characters? First Richard, now Adelleh... They make great villains and great protagonists.

And I'm quite enjoying writing the spookiness into this.

No idea what's so great about undead. I mean zombies everyone loves em. vampires, dont get me started about how annoyed i am with seeing a million different vampire books. necromancers, just creepy therefore interesting