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[LOWWC] The Land before Time..

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posted on Feb, 15 2013 @ 10:15 AM
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This is part 1 The introduction - it is in 3 parts;

In this land of mist where magic still lived, Aira bent down to snuggle the baby dragon. He closed his eyes and let out a purr as he rubbed his face up and down Aira’s side.

She laughed and nearly fell over, a bucket of water in her hand. He opened his big eye nearest to her, fixed her with a golden gaze and curled his lips back, revealing great ivory teeth, and shaking his head playfully, he hopped on his front feet with joy.

‘’Aira’’ her father called ‘’ where are you we need that water’’

she sighed and waved her finger at Tomas, smiling and signalling him to behave. The space around them whirled suddenly and huge wings displaced the air in an upward draft, as a massive dragon shimmering with silver and reflected sunlight appeared. She landed with a surprising grace, tucked her wings into her body and turned to look at Tomas with maternal love and slight admonishment.

He put his head down sheepishly and ran to his mother, nuzzling her under her chin with his nose. The horses in the nearby stables snorted nervously and stamped their feet, a lone whinny.

‘Aira’

‘Coming’ she called,

As she ran in the direction of the small kitchen garden – she turned and looked behind her, Tomas and his mother rose into the air, powerful wings propelling them high into the morning sky. They seared upwards and eastwards quickly becoming silhouettes against the rising sun.

As Aira approached the kitchen door she was surrounded by the sweet scent of mint, lavender and cut grass, she inhaled deeply. She smiled and marvelled at the beauty of the soft pink apple blossom and the pale purple jacaranda trees. It was spring and the world seemed to be waking up, a bee landed on the rose bush next to her, buzzing and busy, the birds were singing and a wood pigeon cooed.

The door was ancient, oak in a slate frame, they say it had come from the lost city of the elves, after the great destruction, but Aira thought that a myth. However, curiously, it had symbols embossed on it, deeply engrained, swirls and circles and a young boy and a girl playing with a dog and a deer. The scenes changed and moved at intervals, sometimes there were more children and sometimes even a unicorn. Today the figures were still. Aira stepped onto the hard kitchen floor.

Alfie, her father’s cat licked his paw and eyed her curiously, his tail flicking lazily on the table as her father stirred some concoction on the stove. He had his head down and was deeply engrossed in a thick, dusty looking book; he turned a page and then saw her.

‘Oh there you are – quick I need the water ‘

He grabbed the bucket and poured at least half into his pan, picked some chopped herbs from his bench and hurled them into the mix, steam hissed upwards and a smell of strawberries and cream filled the room as he stirred vigorously. There was a loud crack and streamers of light filled the space between them.

Alfie yowled and ran away, knocking a plant over with his tail.

‘Arh ha at last I have done it ‘he said, clapping his hands and rubbing his long beard. He looked down at Aira with kind crinkly eyes of sapphire blue and smiled.

‘Where have you been young lady – I nearly boiled dry my mix, that won’t do’

‘I am sorry father, Tomas was trying to play with me, he wouldn’t leave me alone’

‘Argh Tommy, where is he now, has his mother found him?’ He always mispronounced his name for some reason.

‘Tomas and Yes’ she said.




posted on Feb, 15 2013 @ 11:21 AM
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I like it so far. Next instalment please.



posted on Feb, 15 2013 @ 11:25 AM
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reply to post by HelenConway
 


I like the premise and it was well written.

Great start


Yes, more please.



posted on Feb, 15 2013 @ 02:15 PM
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You have a great style of writing helen, I like it. Good luck..



posted on Feb, 15 2013 @ 03:48 PM
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reply to post by TheDoctor46
 


thank you dr / slayer and iskander - I appreciate your feedback - will try and get part 2 done today



posted on Feb, 15 2013 @ 03:50 PM
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reply to post by HelenConway
 


A great start! Please continue.



posted on Feb, 15 2013 @ 04:04 PM
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reply to post by beezzer
 


thanks beezer - i'll get on it



posted on Feb, 15 2013 @ 08:49 PM
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reply to post by HelenConway
 


Part: 2.

Alfie padded from room to room ‘yowling’ loudly; he was a ginger and white male cat – with specks of gold lining the tips of his ears and his back. The stripe on his back was like a golden spear and when he was angry it glowed and shimmered. He was displeased right now and he did not care who knew. In fact he wanted, Mr Gustav and Aira to know how decidedly ‘unpleased’ he was.

He had been waiting for his food in the kitchen when the humans caused that smelly explosion; they had been so intent on their sparkling cookery and entranced by the bright lights that followed and flew across the room. He felt as if he might as well not have been there at all.

He noted that they did not even spot that he had flounced out, in full tail flare mode. Being noticed was very important to Alfie, he liked to be admired, he liked his humans to attend to his needs when necessary.

Didn’t they know that he was hungry? Didn’t they know that his fur was precious? Anyone of those flare things could have singed his beautiful, thick, coat. Did they not realise how long it took to groom such a coat? Each hair was methodically and meticulously, licked at least thrice a day. Yes Alfie was extremely indignant.

After a suitable vocal display, Alfie noticed the silence. Curiosity quickly replaced feelings of huffy vexation. Yes he was a very curious cat indeed. So, with a swish of his tail, he rearranged and flattened his fur and pattered back down to the kitchen in search of breakfast, again.

Peering cautiously around the old door, he was surprised to see that Mr Gustav and Aira were nowhere to be seen.

In fact, he noted with a sliver of annoyance, that his feeding bowl was still glaringly empty.

However – the room was still full of glittering lights. It was illuminated in the most peculiar way. A vortex of silver iridescent plumes, darted here and there in circular motions. They formed pricks of light that seemed to dance, whizzing at speed and forming a larger circle that had a shimmering silver blue centre which pulsated rhythmically, like a heart.

There was a shuffle and a cough and then Aira and her father, Mr Gustav, appeared from behind a large wooden cupboard that had seen better days.

They were staring at the lights and Mr Gustav had a very worried expression on his face. He rubbed his chin and frowned, distractedly, he pushed his messy dirty blonde hair away from his eyes and groaned.

‘ Oh no what have I done – this is all wrong, this is very bad, Aira you have to call the dragons, we need their help’


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posted on Feb, 16 2013 @ 04:38 AM
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More, more!!


The way you write really gets me into the story and then it ends!! It's one of those things where I could just keep on reading.

Well done, Helen.



posted on Feb, 16 2013 @ 06:10 AM
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reply to post by iskander683
 


thank you
It takes me ages to write that is why it is so short - try to do some tonight



posted on Feb, 16 2013 @ 08:38 AM
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part 2 continued ..

Aira looked at her father's worried expression and suddenly froze, she spun around to look at Alfie who was also, stock still and again to her father, before turning on her heel and running out of the house.

The blood was rushing to her head and she felt panic, mixed with wonder as she made her way to the horn. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Her father, Gustav was always concocting energy spells, but this time it was different, he was trying to repair the rift.

This dark crevice had appeared unexpectedly and without warning in the caves beneath the silver mountains. It was the size of a small, hand ball and was growing ever so slightly each day. Gustav calculated that it was increasing in diameter by approximately one hand span, at each sunset. By the end of the month it would almost fill the cave, if it continued to grow this way.

In a secluded corner of the garden, where the air was infused with the scent of fresh bark and sweet blossom lay the horn. It was draped by the soft, dusky bloom of the apple tree, beneath the knarled branches and covered in fallen petals. It had been a long time since it had last been handled and was almost hidden by dandelions and entangled within a bed of stinging nettles. Despite this It remained balanced snuggly on a granite plinth, where careful hands had placed it, eons ago.The horn had always been there, as far as Aira knew, no one really came into this quiet corner that lay behind the orchard.

Aira certainly could not remember a time when she had ever needed to use it, but then she was only 13 years old. She gently lifted the unicorn’s horn and placed the small mouth piece to her lips. As she did so she disturbed a small flock of brown birds. They had been perching peacefully, enjoying the shade, relaxing, after a busy morning spent feasting on red berries. There followed a cacophony of tweets and chirps with a rustle of wings and the flap of feathers as they rose together, and flew to the next tree - stretching their wings as they landed, in anticipation of some rest.

Aira did not notice.

She was small for her age but she had beautiful thick chestnut hair that fell to her shoulders in long luxurious strands, she closed her wide hazel eyes, and blew, puffing out her cheeks until she felt slightly dizzy… nothing.. no sound.

Or so she thought - but across the land, there was a deep rumble sounding, far beneath the earth...

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posted on Feb, 16 2013 @ 10:58 AM
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Part 3:



posted on Feb, 16 2013 @ 04:08 PM
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part 3.

Gloynsun, which means ‘glows like the sun’ was Tomas’ mother, she was collecting primroses and wild sage for her nest when she felt the ground vibrate beneath her feet. She had large golden feet, and long nails, the skin was covered in shiny scales that reflected the sun but they were very sensitive. They spoke to the earth and now she felt a rush of energy flow upwards towards her great heart, she heard the call.





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