03-20-2007, 09:29 PM
Yup, another story written by yours truly, thought i might see what you guys think of it, so, here you go:
Chapter 1
It was a dark, stormy night in the land of Hanzon, even though it was noon; the sky was as dark as it would be at midnight. In a forest just outside of the town of Shiran, a man was sprinting for his life, trying to get back home before the lightning started. There was nothing really special about this man, he had short, brown hair flattened on his head by rain, hazel eyes that were focused on the ground ahead of him, a brown cotton shirt that was soaked with rain and long, white cotton pants, that were also soaked by water. He was almost out of the forest when the first bolt of lightning struck. You see, in the land of Hanzon, Lightning is very dangerous, it’s 10 times hotter than ordinary lightning, and it strikes in groups of 20 bolts, destroying everything within a radius of 100 metres. Unfortunately for this man, the lightning struck at the town of Shiran, breaking through the lightning guard, and destroying the town.
“What! No! My home! My family! All gone!” yelled the man as he watched the lightning strike. The man dropped to his knees, held his head in his hands and let his tears fall freely. After a few minutes, lightning struck again, this time closer to the man. That shocked the man out of his spiral of despair.
“I need to find shelter…” murmured the man as he sprinted towards the Shiran mountain range, where the lightning never struck.
***
Huddled deep in a cave on the mountains, the man was crying his heart out, sometimes screaming at the gods for betraying him, other times bashing a stick against a wall, but mostly he crawled against the back wall of the cave and cried. After an hour of wallowing in self-despair, the storm stopped, the sunshine shone into the cave, and the man got up and walked outside to survey the damage the lightning had done. It was horrible, most of the forest was gone, Shiran was totally destroyed, and the remainder of the forest was in flames.
“This has got to be the worst lightning storm in the country… But lightning has never broken through a lightning guard, especially not Shirans, because it had the best lightning guard in the land,” said the man. “it must have been sabotage… but who would sabotage Shirans lightning guard, because no one who gets in Shiran leaves for a month, because of our frequent lightning storms, and the one we had yesterday didn’t break through the guard… so the person mustn’t have gotten away…” After looking around for a while, the man turned and started his trek over the mountain to reach Prein, but one question kept ringing in his head;
“Why would they do it?”
It was a dark, stormy night in the land of Hanzon, even though it was noon; the sky was as dark as it would be at midnight. In a forest just outside of the town of Shiran, a man was sprinting for his life, trying to get back home before the lightning started. There was nothing really special about this man, he had short, brown hair flattened on his head by rain, hazel eyes that were focused on the ground ahead of him, a brown cotton shirt that was soaked with rain and long, white cotton pants, that were also soaked by water. He was almost out of the forest when the first bolt of lightning struck. You see, in the land of Hanzon, Lightning is very dangerous, it’s 10 times hotter than ordinary lightning, and it strikes in groups of 20 bolts, destroying everything within a radius of 100 metres. Unfortunately for this man, the lightning struck at the town of Shiran, breaking through the lightning guard, and destroying the town.
“What! No! My home! My family! All gone!” yelled the man as he watched the lightning strike. The man dropped to his knees, held his head in his hands and let his tears fall freely. After a few minutes, lightning struck again, this time closer to the man. That shocked the man out of his spiral of despair.
“I need to find shelter…” murmured the man as he sprinted towards the Shiran mountain range, where the lightning never struck.
***
Huddled deep in a cave on the mountains, the man was crying his heart out, sometimes screaming at the gods for betraying him, other times bashing a stick against a wall, but mostly he crawled against the back wall of the cave and cried. After an hour of wallowing in self-despair, the storm stopped, the sunshine shone into the cave, and the man got up and walked outside to survey the damage the lightning had done. It was horrible, most of the forest was gone, Shiran was totally destroyed, and the remainder of the forest was in flames.
“This has got to be the worst lightning storm in the country… But lightning has never broken through a lightning guard, especially not Shirans, because it had the best lightning guard in the land,” said the man. “it must have been sabotage… but who would sabotage Shirans lightning guard, because no one who gets in Shiran leaves for a month, because of our frequent lightning storms, and the one we had yesterday didn’t break through the guard… so the person mustn’t have gotten away…” After looking around for a while, the man turned and started his trek over the mountain to reach Prein, but one question kept ringing in his head;
“Why would they do it?”