As stated here is part two, drum roll please...
Aymeth was taken aback. An elf, she knew there were strange things that lived in the woods, but she did not know that there were elves. Even to her race who were commonly mistaken for elves, they still believed them to be legend.
"How?" inquired Aymeth.
"I asked you a question first," replied Dayon.
Yes he had, and Aymeth knew it was right to answer it, but she was so curious as to who he was that she did not want to talk about herself. As she stared at him quizzically she said, "My name is Aymeth and I am a wolf nymph. you are currently staying in my den under the consent of my mother and me for my father is dead."
"Now that I have learned about you I shall answer your second question, being of mystical ability you will understand that things that do not want to be known will not be known. They have an uncanny ability to hide themselves as you have often hidden part of you Aymeth," stated Dayon, his voice was smooth and charming as he spoke. He also had the greatest of ease about him.
"Why were you injured?"
"Ah I will answer that if you answer but one of mine."
"And that is?"
"Can I see your wolf form?" Aymeth thought about that question. It was interesting, never in all her life has she been asked that question before, but then again she had also dated numerous men, who never thought twice about legends.
"If you wish." She transformed right before his eyes into this beautiful wolf that was absolutely amazing and intrigued Dayon all the more. He had heard many tales about the nymphs and there kind, but he had never meant one personally.
Aymeth let him have a good look and then she changed back once again into her human form.
"You are beautiful," Dayon said in awe.
"Thank you, now about my question," replied Aymeth patiently.
"Oh yes, as to my injuries, I was on the run," replied Dayon casually.
"What from?" asked Aymeth.
"It was a misunderstanding, I was in town preforming some magic, but with this christian wave of beliefs they began to call me a heretic and chased me out of town. But before I could gather my things and head out they gashed me deeply. I used what ever strength I had left and transported myself out of town to the woods, where you found me," stated Dayon, "It has always been elven tradition to show magic and tell of legends in the human villages, we do that to keep old ways alive, but it seems they are wilting faster than a flower in a desert." His voice seem to flux ate in tone as the sadness seeped through.
"It seems very important to you."
"It is when everything you know seems to change before your eyes."
"I have known it."
"You know I thank you for saving my life, and taking the time to take care of me, you have a beautiful soothing voice." Aymeth smiled as Dayon did as he spoke.
"You are full of compliments aren't you?" asked Aymeth.
"Of course, especially when I am around a woman as beautiful as you." Dayon slowly stood up and kissed Aymeth on the cheek. Aymeth blushed.
"You better lay back down you need your rest," stated Aymeth.
"You are right, will you sing some more?"
"Of course I will." Aymeth began to sing the lullaby once more, which lured Dayon once more. Her voice was beautiful which was fitting for a beautiful woman.
Dayon knew that he should return to his people, but after a week with Aymeth, he couldn't leave her. They had fallen for each other. Two lovers, of two different races. Dayon had met Aymeth's mother, and she was more than willing to see them married. She could use another hand in helping with Aymeth's brothers and sisters. Dayon just wondered if the elves would approve though. They had allowed elves to marry men, but a nymph he had not heard of such a thing. To convince them and obtain their blessing would be difficult. Elves were very hard headed and set in their ways. They were difficult and hard to change, but maybe it would be allowed. Dayon wondered how he could let go of such a beautiful nymph whom he loved so much.
"Aymeth?" asked Dayon as he ventured his way out of the room.
"Yes," replied Aymeth coming to Dayon.
"Can you journey with me to the elves I need their blessing if I am to marry you my love," stated Dayon.
Aymeth hesitated, but her mother interupted. "She may go, she has my blessing. I can take care of the other four, they will be fine until you return Aymeth."
"But mother I am not sure," replied Aymeth.
"Listen with your heart," replied her mother.
Aymeth closed her eyes, she felt the sounds of nature around her and listened deep within her heart. Then she spoke. "I will go with you Dayon."
-Well I tried to make it fit into two parts, but I just got carried away with it. Part three will be up soon, hope you have enjoyed the story thus far. Thanks for reading!
Be Beautiful, Be Happy, Be Postive
Reading gives perspective!
Maddy B
Monday, April 29, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
In the Forest (Part 1)
Hey ya!
Well here's to another week, and what do you know? Another Story! Enjoy!
Aymeth took a deep breath, the warmth of it fogged the crispy morning air, but only for a moment. She had an arrow knocked and the string of the longbow drawn back against her cheek. She had the tip pointed at the deer. She released the arrow with a snap of her fingers. It flew straight and true hitting the deer in the chest. The deer fell. Aymeth swiftly navigated the course her arrow had taken to the deer. It was a nice buck and it would feed her den for a good three days. Using the strength of the wolf within her she lifted the deer over her shoulder and carried it through the trees.
Aymeth was a beautiful nymph of the forest. She had her bleach blonde hair pulled up in a high pony tail. Her skin was fair and airy. She had deep green eyes like the leaves of late summer. She was dressed in a black tunic and leggings. As a nymph they had a different creature they represented. Aymeth was a wolf. She had the ability to change between her human form and her she-wolf form.
She reached the den that was in the center of the forest. To her the den was easy to find, but to anyone who had not grown up in this den, would have not noticed it. She entered the den and placed her bow and quiver against the side of the den. She set the deer down in front of her. She transfigured into her wolf form. She was just as beautiful as a wolf. Her fur was nearly just as white, but reflected more of a gray color to blend in with the snow. Her eyes did not change color, and hardly in appearance. Aymeth once again picked up the deer and carried it to the inside of the den. There her mother, sisters, and brothers still slept. Since Aymeth's father had died two years ago, Aymeth did most of the hunting, unless something required them to hunt in a pack.
Aymeth's family were the warrior's of the forest, they protected all the other families of nymphs, but it was a hard life, and Aymeth hardly ever left the den other than to hunt and fight.
"Aymeth?" asked Aymeth's mother who still seemed to be sleeping. She spoke to Aymeth through a connection of mind.
"Yes mother, I have a new kill for breakfast," replied Aymeth.
"Thank you, your brothers and sisters will become stronger from fresh meat, but even though it is your duty, I need you to marry."
"Mother."
"You know it is your duty."
"I know mother, but right now I have another duty and that is to my family to supply food and take care of you."
"Honey, I can take care the family, I want you to go out, go into to town, and see who you can meet."
"Mother-"
"No but's Aymeth, that is your duty. Go now Aymeth."
"Alright mother."
"Thank you Aymeth."
Aymeth turned and left the den. She changed back into her human form, and magically changed into a gorgeous emerald gown that blended beautifully with the woods and complemented her nicely. She had grabbed the dagger that had been placed next to her bow. She was not going to go into town, she was going to explore the woods to see what adventure lie in them. Aymeth already knew what was in town and she did not want to go learn what she already knew, she wanted to learn something else.
Aymeth followed a path that had been carved out in the woods, but whom she did not know, but she was going to find out where it led. Carefully she followed it, keeping her eyes open for anything new and exciting. As a nymph she knew that there was more that could be found than what met the eye.
She looked carefully, but found nothing that caught her attention. But she loved the smell of the wind through the trees, and the way that the sun looked as it shaded the trees. It had been a long time since Aymeth had this kind of time to her self and she liked it.
As she walked down the path, she saw a flash of light on her left. She turned her head immediately curious to what she has seen. She looked but she did not know what it was, there was not a cloud in the sky so it could not have been lighting. She then began to believe that it was only a figment of her imagination. She turned her head back to the path and headed down the path. A little further down the path she heard a scream. Aymeth ran in the direction of the scream. The warrior in her was willing to help anyone or anything who was injured.
Aymeth ran around a few bends in the path, where the trees became thicker and denser. There on the side of the path lay a man. He was a very handsome dark haired man. His hair was shoulder length. His features were hard and that of an ancient warrior. His eyes she could not see for they were closed. His body was tall, lean, and all muscle, but he had many wounds and was badly injured. Aymeth using her strength of the wolf inside her and her magic lifted him up. It would be a bit of her trek back to her den, and she was not allowed to bring others outside of her family too it, but this was important, and he was badly injured. She was sure her mother would make and exception.
Carefully she trudged back to the den, the path that had been pleasant on the way had become sweaty and grueling under the weight of this man. When she finally made it back to den, she just about collapsed in exhaustion but she continued in further, she saw that her mother was out with her brothers and sisters and would not be back until later, which would be great, that would give her enough time to attend to this man's wounds.
Aymeth carried him to the far back rooms, there was a resemblance of humanity in these back rooms, not all of it was a dingy dirty cave in which they lived. They had a bathroom, beds, and a full working kitchen. Aymeth placed the man on her bed. From there she removed his shirt to observe the gash across his arm and side. It was nasty, but Aymeth had seen worse in her days. Aymeth went to the bathroom, where she grabbed a needle and stitches to stitch the wound, she also grabbed bandages and gauze. She returned to the room where she said a small spell over the wounded area. She could tell in the man's face that the pain eased. Then she began the process of stitching. As she did that she sang a sweat lullaby that put the man into a deep sleep.
Suddenly he awoke with a start. Dayon had to leave, they were after him, but where was he. He seemed to be in a nice room, that had curved ceilings. The whole room was a light sky blue with brown earthen tones. It was beautiful and peaceful much like the nature outside, that he had longed so long to see again. Suddenly the door opened and in walked this beautiful, slender, white blonde haired woman, with smooth features and beautiful green eyes.
"Your awake?" asked Aymeth, "I thought you would be sleeping a few days."
"Yes," Dayon said in reply, "I heal quickly."
"Who are you?" asked Aymeth.
"Who are you?' asked Dayon.
"I asked you first," asked Aymeth.
"You would laugh and call me folly if I told you."
"I would do no such thing, Try me."
"Alright...my name is Dayon, and I am an elf of the forest."
Well here's to another week, and what do you know? Another Story! Enjoy!
Aymeth took a deep breath, the warmth of it fogged the crispy morning air, but only for a moment. She had an arrow knocked and the string of the longbow drawn back against her cheek. She had the tip pointed at the deer. She released the arrow with a snap of her fingers. It flew straight and true hitting the deer in the chest. The deer fell. Aymeth swiftly navigated the course her arrow had taken to the deer. It was a nice buck and it would feed her den for a good three days. Using the strength of the wolf within her she lifted the deer over her shoulder and carried it through the trees.
Aymeth was a beautiful nymph of the forest. She had her bleach blonde hair pulled up in a high pony tail. Her skin was fair and airy. She had deep green eyes like the leaves of late summer. She was dressed in a black tunic and leggings. As a nymph they had a different creature they represented. Aymeth was a wolf. She had the ability to change between her human form and her she-wolf form.
She reached the den that was in the center of the forest. To her the den was easy to find, but to anyone who had not grown up in this den, would have not noticed it. She entered the den and placed her bow and quiver against the side of the den. She set the deer down in front of her. She transfigured into her wolf form. She was just as beautiful as a wolf. Her fur was nearly just as white, but reflected more of a gray color to blend in with the snow. Her eyes did not change color, and hardly in appearance. Aymeth once again picked up the deer and carried it to the inside of the den. There her mother, sisters, and brothers still slept. Since Aymeth's father had died two years ago, Aymeth did most of the hunting, unless something required them to hunt in a pack.
Aymeth's family were the warrior's of the forest, they protected all the other families of nymphs, but it was a hard life, and Aymeth hardly ever left the den other than to hunt and fight.
"Aymeth?" asked Aymeth's mother who still seemed to be sleeping. She spoke to Aymeth through a connection of mind.
"Yes mother, I have a new kill for breakfast," replied Aymeth.
"Thank you, your brothers and sisters will become stronger from fresh meat, but even though it is your duty, I need you to marry."
"Mother."
"You know it is your duty."
"I know mother, but right now I have another duty and that is to my family to supply food and take care of you."
"Honey, I can take care the family, I want you to go out, go into to town, and see who you can meet."
"Mother-"
"No but's Aymeth, that is your duty. Go now Aymeth."
"Alright mother."
"Thank you Aymeth."
Aymeth turned and left the den. She changed back into her human form, and magically changed into a gorgeous emerald gown that blended beautifully with the woods and complemented her nicely. She had grabbed the dagger that had been placed next to her bow. She was not going to go into town, she was going to explore the woods to see what adventure lie in them. Aymeth already knew what was in town and she did not want to go learn what she already knew, she wanted to learn something else.
Aymeth followed a path that had been carved out in the woods, but whom she did not know, but she was going to find out where it led. Carefully she followed it, keeping her eyes open for anything new and exciting. As a nymph she knew that there was more that could be found than what met the eye.
She looked carefully, but found nothing that caught her attention. But she loved the smell of the wind through the trees, and the way that the sun looked as it shaded the trees. It had been a long time since Aymeth had this kind of time to her self and she liked it.
As she walked down the path, she saw a flash of light on her left. She turned her head immediately curious to what she has seen. She looked but she did not know what it was, there was not a cloud in the sky so it could not have been lighting. She then began to believe that it was only a figment of her imagination. She turned her head back to the path and headed down the path. A little further down the path she heard a scream. Aymeth ran in the direction of the scream. The warrior in her was willing to help anyone or anything who was injured.
Aymeth ran around a few bends in the path, where the trees became thicker and denser. There on the side of the path lay a man. He was a very handsome dark haired man. His hair was shoulder length. His features were hard and that of an ancient warrior. His eyes she could not see for they were closed. His body was tall, lean, and all muscle, but he had many wounds and was badly injured. Aymeth using her strength of the wolf inside her and her magic lifted him up. It would be a bit of her trek back to her den, and she was not allowed to bring others outside of her family too it, but this was important, and he was badly injured. She was sure her mother would make and exception.
Carefully she trudged back to the den, the path that had been pleasant on the way had become sweaty and grueling under the weight of this man. When she finally made it back to den, she just about collapsed in exhaustion but she continued in further, she saw that her mother was out with her brothers and sisters and would not be back until later, which would be great, that would give her enough time to attend to this man's wounds.
Aymeth carried him to the far back rooms, there was a resemblance of humanity in these back rooms, not all of it was a dingy dirty cave in which they lived. They had a bathroom, beds, and a full working kitchen. Aymeth placed the man on her bed. From there she removed his shirt to observe the gash across his arm and side. It was nasty, but Aymeth had seen worse in her days. Aymeth went to the bathroom, where she grabbed a needle and stitches to stitch the wound, she also grabbed bandages and gauze. She returned to the room where she said a small spell over the wounded area. She could tell in the man's face that the pain eased. Then she began the process of stitching. As she did that she sang a sweat lullaby that put the man into a deep sleep.
Suddenly he awoke with a start. Dayon had to leave, they were after him, but where was he. He seemed to be in a nice room, that had curved ceilings. The whole room was a light sky blue with brown earthen tones. It was beautiful and peaceful much like the nature outside, that he had longed so long to see again. Suddenly the door opened and in walked this beautiful, slender, white blonde haired woman, with smooth features and beautiful green eyes.
"Your awake?" asked Aymeth, "I thought you would be sleeping a few days."
"Yes," Dayon said in reply, "I heal quickly."
"Who are you?" asked Aymeth.
"Who are you?' asked Dayon.
"I asked you first," asked Aymeth.
"You would laugh and call me folly if I told you."
"I would do no such thing, Try me."
"Alright...my name is Dayon, and I am an elf of the forest."
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
I am just.. (poem)
Hello!
Happy Tuesday!
So I was laying awake last night when this poem popped into my head and I thought it was decent enough to share. I am not the best poet so bear with me.
I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!
Be Happy, Be Beautiful, Be Positive
Ta Ta For Now
Maddy B
Happy Tuesday!
So I was laying awake last night when this poem popped into my head and I thought it was decent enough to share. I am not the best poet so bear with me.
I am just...
I am just a curtain for your scene.
I am just an echo to your voice.
I am just a note to your music.
I am just a move to your dance.
I am just a person in your crowd.
I am just a rose on your stage.
I am just an applause to your success.
I am just an unimportant piece to your magnificent show.
I am just...
I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!
Be Happy, Be Beautiful, Be Positive
Ta Ta For Now
Maddy B
Saturday, April 20, 2013
The Legend of Shadow Hawk
Happy Saturday Everyone!
Here as promised is the new story for you based on night! Enjoy!
In the dark of night I lurk and in the shadows I strike. I am a hunter, but not of men. I hunt those who hurt men. Some people think that I am the monster, but I am not, I am the Shadow Hawk. I tread through the streets of Rome looking for murders, killers trying to strike humans. I have this uncanny ability to hide in the shadows, but then again I was blessed with the ability to shape shift.
She stood under the stop sign. She was dressed all in black, wearing a black tunic and leggings. She also had a cloak draped over her shoulders it was out of the time period but it made her more of a legend. Her black hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Her features were covered by a black mask tied across her face. All that could be seen was her dark brown eyes. She was waiting. While she waited she watched people walk back and forth across the busy street. People of all different shapes and sizes. People all heading different directions. People all having them all different lives. Everyone of them having a different story to tell.
But she didn't care about that right now she was only after one man in particular and that man was in his traditional trench coat that was a desert sand shade and two sizes to big for his frame. He also had on dress shoes that had recently just been shined, he had his typical brown hair covered by his a large bowler hat. This man walked with a very hurried pace. He was on a mission he did not want to be on. As he made his way down the street little did he know that he was being followed. He made his way quickly, but not to fast as to draw attention, just fast enough for people to know to get out of his way.
Block after block she followed him. He was easy to trace, but then again he wasn't your average murder. He was only after revenge, but she knew all to well that revenge would ruin him, she knew of revenge all to well she had seen enough of it to last a life time. She also knew how messy the inexperienced could make it that she did not want to see this man learn what revenge would cost him.
As she trailed him she remembered earlier in the night when she had first learned that he was on the prowl. She was at a club just outside the down town area of Rome.
"Arnie who is he?" asked Shadow Hawk.
"He's your eveyday business man, who was wronged by this international business and now he is out to kill the boss. He just had to get a few more drinks down his throat before he had guts enough to do it," stated Arnie in hushed tones as he was whipping off the bar.
"You didn't keep giving him the drinks did you?" asked Shadow Hawk
"Of course not after the second shot of Vodka I switched it out for water," replied Arnie nonchalantly.
"Thank goodness, at least you have a brain Arnie, did you hear where he was going?"
"Yeah something about a hotel on second street."
"That's not far from here."
"You got that right."
"Thanks Arnie." Just as quickly as she had appeared in the club she left She knew her way around this part of town like the back of her hand. It would be an easy catch to find where this man was going and just the route and inexperienced killer would take.
Now he turned the corner on second street. He walked about thirty paces down the street and then he stopped. He looked up. From the trajectory of his eyes Shadow Hawk could tell that he was looking at the window where his ex-boss had slept, and she could see in his eyes the revenge. Within minutes the man was on the fire escape, climbing his way to the window, that one window where revenge would ease the pain he felt, or so he thought. Shadow Hawk knew well enough that easing that would take more than revenge.
Shadow Hawk was a few seconds behind him she crawled through the window. The man held the dagger directly above the sleeping mans heart. She could not let him die, he looked so peaceful sitting there. She moved around in the shadows silently and when the man went to drive the dagger into the sleeping man's heart, she caught his hand in hers. The tip of the blade was only inches from the sleeping man's skin. The killer looked at her in horror, he was afraid what she would do. Then She whispered in his ear, "I am not here to hurt only to protect. Fear not, the man who lies upon this bed will decide your fate not I." She removed the dagger from his grip and pulled his arms behind his back. She led him to a small chair in the corner and tied him to it. On the desk she saw notebook paper and a pen, she grabbed it and wrote a note to the sleeping man about what had happened. She placed the dagger next to it and fled out of the window into the darkness.
The sleeping man awoke. He saw her leave through the window. He had been following her for years and she was just here, and he had missed her. He grabbed the note, but he need not read it. He untied the man who was tied in the chair and paid him. He was going to find her. His heart needed him to find her. For she did not know it, but they were once lovers.
Hope you enjoyed. I may add more to this story, but the legend of Shadow Hawk covers her mystery and leaves you a perfect ending to add more if need be. I hope you all found good ideas that go along with night. Be sure to comment below if you want me to read them or if you have feed back. Thanks for reading.
Be Happy, Be Beautiful, Be Positive!
Ta Ta For Now!!
Maddy B
Here as promised is the new story for you based on night! Enjoy!
In the dark of night I lurk and in the shadows I strike. I am a hunter, but not of men. I hunt those who hurt men. Some people think that I am the monster, but I am not, I am the Shadow Hawk. I tread through the streets of Rome looking for murders, killers trying to strike humans. I have this uncanny ability to hide in the shadows, but then again I was blessed with the ability to shape shift.
She stood under the stop sign. She was dressed all in black, wearing a black tunic and leggings. She also had a cloak draped over her shoulders it was out of the time period but it made her more of a legend. Her black hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Her features were covered by a black mask tied across her face. All that could be seen was her dark brown eyes. She was waiting. While she waited she watched people walk back and forth across the busy street. People of all different shapes and sizes. People all heading different directions. People all having them all different lives. Everyone of them having a different story to tell.
But she didn't care about that right now she was only after one man in particular and that man was in his traditional trench coat that was a desert sand shade and two sizes to big for his frame. He also had on dress shoes that had recently just been shined, he had his typical brown hair covered by his a large bowler hat. This man walked with a very hurried pace. He was on a mission he did not want to be on. As he made his way down the street little did he know that he was being followed. He made his way quickly, but not to fast as to draw attention, just fast enough for people to know to get out of his way.
Block after block she followed him. He was easy to trace, but then again he wasn't your average murder. He was only after revenge, but she knew all to well that revenge would ruin him, she knew of revenge all to well she had seen enough of it to last a life time. She also knew how messy the inexperienced could make it that she did not want to see this man learn what revenge would cost him.
As she trailed him she remembered earlier in the night when she had first learned that he was on the prowl. She was at a club just outside the down town area of Rome.
"Arnie who is he?" asked Shadow Hawk.
"He's your eveyday business man, who was wronged by this international business and now he is out to kill the boss. He just had to get a few more drinks down his throat before he had guts enough to do it," stated Arnie in hushed tones as he was whipping off the bar.
"You didn't keep giving him the drinks did you?" asked Shadow Hawk
"Of course not after the second shot of Vodka I switched it out for water," replied Arnie nonchalantly.
"Thank goodness, at least you have a brain Arnie, did you hear where he was going?"
"Yeah something about a hotel on second street."
"That's not far from here."
"You got that right."
"Thanks Arnie." Just as quickly as she had appeared in the club she left She knew her way around this part of town like the back of her hand. It would be an easy catch to find where this man was going and just the route and inexperienced killer would take.
Now he turned the corner on second street. He walked about thirty paces down the street and then he stopped. He looked up. From the trajectory of his eyes Shadow Hawk could tell that he was looking at the window where his ex-boss had slept, and she could see in his eyes the revenge. Within minutes the man was on the fire escape, climbing his way to the window, that one window where revenge would ease the pain he felt, or so he thought. Shadow Hawk knew well enough that easing that would take more than revenge.
Shadow Hawk was a few seconds behind him she crawled through the window. The man held the dagger directly above the sleeping mans heart. She could not let him die, he looked so peaceful sitting there. She moved around in the shadows silently and when the man went to drive the dagger into the sleeping man's heart, she caught his hand in hers. The tip of the blade was only inches from the sleeping man's skin. The killer looked at her in horror, he was afraid what she would do. Then She whispered in his ear, "I am not here to hurt only to protect. Fear not, the man who lies upon this bed will decide your fate not I." She removed the dagger from his grip and pulled his arms behind his back. She led him to a small chair in the corner and tied him to it. On the desk she saw notebook paper and a pen, she grabbed it and wrote a note to the sleeping man about what had happened. She placed the dagger next to it and fled out of the window into the darkness.
The sleeping man awoke. He saw her leave through the window. He had been following her for years and she was just here, and he had missed her. He grabbed the note, but he need not read it. He untied the man who was tied in the chair and paid him. He was going to find her. His heart needed him to find her. For she did not know it, but they were once lovers.
Hope you enjoyed. I may add more to this story, but the legend of Shadow Hawk covers her mystery and leaves you a perfect ending to add more if need be. I hope you all found good ideas that go along with night. Be sure to comment below if you want me to read them or if you have feed back. Thanks for reading.
Be Happy, Be Beautiful, Be Positive!
Ta Ta For Now!!
Maddy B
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