Post by veritasseeker90 on Feb 17, 2009 21:05:28 GMT -5
OK, so now that I finally found a forum that is willing to read my stuff from a Christian perspective, I'm close to bouncing off the walls in exuberance.
So I'm offering up to you the writings I've kept stolen away from the world. Anyways, here's a few pieces I've randomly written for another of my books.
It was actually written closer to the end, so that will explain the confusion as to who they are and exactly what is going on.
December struggled to her feet, favoring her injured leg. She watched Alverief cross to her. His usual crimson had been replaced by a black tunic.
"Hello, December," he said. December shuddered as he drew nearer. "Tell me, has the struggle to keep he stone from me, been worth it? Have you gained anything other than grief?"
December said nothing. He put a hand under her chin and for her to look at him. Pain radiated through her at his touch, growing worse with each passing moment.
"Now that I have your attention, you shall go and retrieve the stone."
"Never."
Alverief chuckled.
"Do you have any idea who I am, December?" he demanded. He tightened his fingers around her jaw. "Who was it that tricked Gyuntril into using the stone? Who was it, that made Arackadusia?"
December fought hard through the pain to stay standing.
"I did, December. I am Lucifer, the Deceiver. You will do as I say, or perish."
"I will do nothing, by the grace of the Ancient One," she whispered. His fingers tightened and she cried out. Tears leaked from her eyes.
"You shall do it, or watch your brother die."
The cavern was bathed in a flash of light. December closed her eyes, and wished that the pain would just end.
"You have no authority here, Lucifer," the voice called out. December looked past the Deceiver. Kestril. Standing behind him with a sword in his hand.
The Deceiver released December, allowing her to fall. He turned and faced his newest adversary. She lay where she had fallen, trying to stop the pain racking her body. Kestril stood without wavering, blind gaze directed at the floor. The Deceiver circled his prey.
Wayden groaned. December tried to crawl forward, but the scene stopped her.
"Gyuntril gave me the authority when he took the stone, just as it was in Eden."
December's thoughts reeled. She had heard stories, long passed down from her ancestor of the Fall commited by the inhabitants of the First World. That they had communed freely with the Ancient one until the ate of the Forbidden Tree.
"It was bought back, Lucifer. It was bought by the Lamb, the son of God." Anew authority had crept into Kestril's voice, one that December had never heard before. His face clouded with years of care and pain.
Lucifer laughed and it seemed a thousand snakes began to hiss.
"Maybe, but how many still follwed me? How many appreciated a death that would give them life?"
Kestrils still did not move. The Deceiver leaned closer, his voice barely over a whisper. December struggled to hear it.
"Do you remember the pain? The ridicule?" he asked. Kestril closed his eyes.
Images forced their way into December's mind. Images of a man, severely beaten, walking down a dusty lane; wooden cross hefted on his shoulder. A circlet of thorns pierced the flesh of his brow. Crowds lines the path, mocking and shouting profanity's at the man, who was now brought to his knees by the weight of the wood he carried. His eyes were glazed and tired, his breathing labored.
Then the scene changed. Nails were driven through the palms of the man's hands and feet. He could not stop the cry as blood ran from the wounds. The cross was lifted, slowly lifted, with the man...
"Enough, Lucifer," Kestril said quietly. He turned to the Deceiver. "You have deceived the people of both worlds for far too long. The time of your reign is over."
"No. It's only beginning."
December tried to warn Kestril as the Deceiver drew his sword...
Thanks for reading. I know the description is horrible, but I wrote this in a moment of odd emotion and this was the result.
What do you think of it as a piece of a book. I can explain the story to anyone who needs it...I know if makes no sense as far as who these people are.
So I'm offering up to you the writings I've kept stolen away from the world. Anyways, here's a few pieces I've randomly written for another of my books.
It was actually written closer to the end, so that will explain the confusion as to who they are and exactly what is going on.
December struggled to her feet, favoring her injured leg. She watched Alverief cross to her. His usual crimson had been replaced by a black tunic.
"Hello, December," he said. December shuddered as he drew nearer. "Tell me, has the struggle to keep he stone from me, been worth it? Have you gained anything other than grief?"
December said nothing. He put a hand under her chin and for her to look at him. Pain radiated through her at his touch, growing worse with each passing moment.
"Now that I have your attention, you shall go and retrieve the stone."
"Never."
Alverief chuckled.
"Do you have any idea who I am, December?" he demanded. He tightened his fingers around her jaw. "Who was it that tricked Gyuntril into using the stone? Who was it, that made Arackadusia?"
December fought hard through the pain to stay standing.
"I did, December. I am Lucifer, the Deceiver. You will do as I say, or perish."
"I will do nothing, by the grace of the Ancient One," she whispered. His fingers tightened and she cried out. Tears leaked from her eyes.
"You shall do it, or watch your brother die."
The cavern was bathed in a flash of light. December closed her eyes, and wished that the pain would just end.
"You have no authority here, Lucifer," the voice called out. December looked past the Deceiver. Kestril. Standing behind him with a sword in his hand.
The Deceiver released December, allowing her to fall. He turned and faced his newest adversary. She lay where she had fallen, trying to stop the pain racking her body. Kestril stood without wavering, blind gaze directed at the floor. The Deceiver circled his prey.
Wayden groaned. December tried to crawl forward, but the scene stopped her.
"Gyuntril gave me the authority when he took the stone, just as it was in Eden."
December's thoughts reeled. She had heard stories, long passed down from her ancestor of the Fall commited by the inhabitants of the First World. That they had communed freely with the Ancient one until the ate of the Forbidden Tree.
"It was bought back, Lucifer. It was bought by the Lamb, the son of God." Anew authority had crept into Kestril's voice, one that December had never heard before. His face clouded with years of care and pain.
Lucifer laughed and it seemed a thousand snakes began to hiss.
"Maybe, but how many still follwed me? How many appreciated a death that would give them life?"
Kestrils still did not move. The Deceiver leaned closer, his voice barely over a whisper. December struggled to hear it.
"Do you remember the pain? The ridicule?" he asked. Kestril closed his eyes.
Images forced their way into December's mind. Images of a man, severely beaten, walking down a dusty lane; wooden cross hefted on his shoulder. A circlet of thorns pierced the flesh of his brow. Crowds lines the path, mocking and shouting profanity's at the man, who was now brought to his knees by the weight of the wood he carried. His eyes were glazed and tired, his breathing labored.
Then the scene changed. Nails were driven through the palms of the man's hands and feet. He could not stop the cry as blood ran from the wounds. The cross was lifted, slowly lifted, with the man...
"Enough, Lucifer," Kestril said quietly. He turned to the Deceiver. "You have deceived the people of both worlds for far too long. The time of your reign is over."
"No. It's only beginning."
December tried to warn Kestril as the Deceiver drew his sword...
Thanks for reading. I know the description is horrible, but I wrote this in a moment of odd emotion and this was the result.
What do you think of it as a piece of a book. I can explain the story to anyone who needs it...I know if makes no sense as far as who these people are.
