Post by Mundane Soul of a Thousand on Aug 31, 2006 15:19:05 GMT -5
[glow=orange,2,300]Arius and the Truth[/glow]
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A note on what you see: the phonetics is different with the words that have the symbols and are in Italics. All these ideas are mine, and because of the ongoing problem of plagarism, I won’t bother explaining unless I KNOW you. I’m not even going to help with the pronounciation.
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[glow=orange,2,300]All characters and ideas here are © Elphius Doge[/glow]
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There was a young man. He was an awfully foolish man, but was wiser than most nonetheless.
His name was Arius Moonfellow. Some just called him Arius of the Moon, because his eyes shone like silver in the moonlight, like the fabled Elterhild’s son whose eyes shone like gold in the sunlight.
He was not really as bad as I say he is when I say foolish. He just didn’t stop to think a lot of the times. And he was wiser than most. He grew up in the mountains, as far as he could recollect. He wasn’t sure where; it was high up though, where the clouds could be seen up close. Arius remembered the clouds. Clouds were a trifle, but weren’t an easy thing to forget unless you lived in the darkness, or by Kendûrian.
The dirt path was long and winding. Trees bordered it on either side. He had to be careful now, for this was the path which led to Great Troll Barnãbãs’ lair –not that he was a bad fellow, really, but he was jumpy, as trolls went. And possibly because the big brute was sleeping. Honestly, the chap was such a light sleeper . . .
An owl hooted in the distance. These were the Midnight woods, and they were aptly named. It was as black as crows, and the only light came from the eerily glowing mushrooms. They were called luminaria by the elves, and only grew in conditions such as this. Dampness was what they liked, and the dark. Poisonous by virtue though, and the cause of many sicknesses.
A main ingredient in most poisons, so to speak.
Barnãbãs was awake however. “Arius,” he rumbled. He was one of the good trolls in the land of Adharra, found in the world of Nûn. Compared to a wicked troll, he would be as fair as an elf, perhaps even a Saulch. But compared to an elf, he had a sort of human loveliness almost, though he looked not at all like a human. “What be on you mind, friend Arius?”
“I need to know something,” Arius began. “Is my sister the War-Wardess of Water?”
A look of sadness crept across Barnãbãs’ face for a moment, then was washed away to be replaced by a grave look. But the sadness in his eyes lingered; troll’s eyes were notorious for betraying true feelings. In that moment Arius knew.
“Marenyã Waterwoman,” the troll murmered. “That’s what the Nîrothŷ call her.” He shook his head barely. Arius could see the reflected light from the troll’s eyes, that was all. Barnãbãs came out from the shadows, wearing his normal bottle-green coat that had twin tails which ended in braids. Long brown hair with grey streaks went down to his waist. His long mustaches dangled down to his chest. “If I were to tell you straight out, friend Arius, it would only sadden.”
Moonfellow sighed. She may be only his half sister, but she was still a sister nonetheless. And now she was in danger from that Larãshîn. Yet how could he help her? Larãshîn Gîmagmé was fire personified, and the most powerful of the Vĕrothŷ of Adharra. Simply, she had no hope. “I see, Barnãbãs,” he replied, “And I thank you. Now I must go see to her . . .”
“Have a care, friend Arius,” the troll hollered as the young man ran away down the path. “Have a care for Fire is dangerous!”
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Fin
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Further notes: This was a 'short story' that I typed straight out on the computer. Short, sweet, and not simple, exactly like Elphius Doge (me). I hope you enjoyed it (or was thoroughly confused)!
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A note on what you see: the phonetics is different with the words that have the symbols and are in Italics. All these ideas are mine, and because of the ongoing problem of plagarism, I won’t bother explaining unless I KNOW you. I’m not even going to help with the pronounciation.
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[glow=orange,2,300]All characters and ideas here are © Elphius Doge[/glow]
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There was a young man. He was an awfully foolish man, but was wiser than most nonetheless.
His name was Arius Moonfellow. Some just called him Arius of the Moon, because his eyes shone like silver in the moonlight, like the fabled Elterhild’s son whose eyes shone like gold in the sunlight.
He was not really as bad as I say he is when I say foolish. He just didn’t stop to think a lot of the times. And he was wiser than most. He grew up in the mountains, as far as he could recollect. He wasn’t sure where; it was high up though, where the clouds could be seen up close. Arius remembered the clouds. Clouds were a trifle, but weren’t an easy thing to forget unless you lived in the darkness, or by Kendûrian.
The dirt path was long and winding. Trees bordered it on either side. He had to be careful now, for this was the path which led to Great Troll Barnãbãs’ lair –not that he was a bad fellow, really, but he was jumpy, as trolls went. And possibly because the big brute was sleeping. Honestly, the chap was such a light sleeper . . .
An owl hooted in the distance. These were the Midnight woods, and they were aptly named. It was as black as crows, and the only light came from the eerily glowing mushrooms. They were called luminaria by the elves, and only grew in conditions such as this. Dampness was what they liked, and the dark. Poisonous by virtue though, and the cause of many sicknesses.
A main ingredient in most poisons, so to speak.
Barnãbãs was awake however. “Arius,” he rumbled. He was one of the good trolls in the land of Adharra, found in the world of Nûn. Compared to a wicked troll, he would be as fair as an elf, perhaps even a Saulch. But compared to an elf, he had a sort of human loveliness almost, though he looked not at all like a human. “What be on you mind, friend Arius?”
“I need to know something,” Arius began. “Is my sister the War-Wardess of Water?”
A look of sadness crept across Barnãbãs’ face for a moment, then was washed away to be replaced by a grave look. But the sadness in his eyes lingered; troll’s eyes were notorious for betraying true feelings. In that moment Arius knew.
“Marenyã Waterwoman,” the troll murmered. “That’s what the Nîrothŷ call her.” He shook his head barely. Arius could see the reflected light from the troll’s eyes, that was all. Barnãbãs came out from the shadows, wearing his normal bottle-green coat that had twin tails which ended in braids. Long brown hair with grey streaks went down to his waist. His long mustaches dangled down to his chest. “If I were to tell you straight out, friend Arius, it would only sadden.”
Moonfellow sighed. She may be only his half sister, but she was still a sister nonetheless. And now she was in danger from that Larãshîn. Yet how could he help her? Larãshîn Gîmagmé was fire personified, and the most powerful of the Vĕrothŷ of Adharra. Simply, she had no hope. “I see, Barnãbãs,” he replied, “And I thank you. Now I must go see to her . . .”
“Have a care, friend Arius,” the troll hollered as the young man ran away down the path. “Have a care for Fire is dangerous!”
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Fin
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Further notes: This was a 'short story' that I typed straight out on the computer. Short, sweet, and not simple, exactly like Elphius Doge (me). I hope you enjoyed it (or was thoroughly confused)!
