Ballad. You know, the old Medieval fables, the ministrels singing of heroes of the past...
Did you mean ballad or vallad?
I like Deon, he reminds me of the old ballads' heroes, you know. I must admit that I realy love this certain "air" that follows Vinsat, the way she seems proud and distant. I love this particular kind of heroines- perhaps, because many say that I am cold myself-(lol!!!). I am waiting for more!!!
Yahoo! I'm glad you liked and that yo want to read it again. once I type some more on the compuer i'll send more to you. and my sister just ran into the door. yes the dwarf is pretty cool, I might make him become a bigger charecter later. Vinsat , if you didn;t notice, has no feelings and that is what the story is basicly about, and a few other things which i am not allowed to mention. What do you think of Deon? He get's a really big part in the story, the story is pretty much about Vinsat and Deon, and if Vinsat will have feelings or not? Cid, the messenger, he is in and out of the story, not a main charecter, but a good amount, I like when he runs into the pole the best, and that's not the last time he runs into something. And how are the songs with Skillet going? Are you liking them? Or listening to them? I hope you like them.
I want to read it again, I loved it! I especially liked the vivid dialogues, and I got the impression that I could "see" something of the characters' personality. I like the dwarve, but Vinsat is my favourite, she seems so noble! This was only my first reading of the story, and I really really enjoyed it! I will print it and read it again, and will come back to you. Congratulations!!!
Ok this is My part of my story! Enjoy! Cid's hasty feet kicked up the dirt under him as he ran to the captain's tent. The captain placed the tin cup on the wooden table. After two hours of listening to Mr. Bohell speak of the people and there scarcity of food gave the captain an amount of headaches. He loved the man as a father, for when his father and mother died Bohell took him and his sister in. But at this moment the captain just wanted to tell Bohell to "shut his yap." But with all do respect he kept the thought to himself. "With all do respect Mr. Bohell," said the Elder Mr. Brooks. "But talking about the people needing food is not going to help, what we need to be talking about is how we're to gather the food." "No, no, talking about the people is going help us find a way to give them food." Mr. Bohell Exclaimed. "No, no, it's only going to waist our time!" Mr. Brooks exclaimed narrowing his gaze at Bohell. "Wrong…" "Please gentle men!" said the captain, "We have gathered here to resolve the problems of Corne'll, not to create new ones." With his right middle finger and his index finger the captain began to rub his right eyebrow. "Mr. Bohell, and Mr. Brooks will you both please get along for once?" "I guess I can try for this once." Mr. Bohell Declared. Brooks, on the other hand, grunted and mumbled something to the man next to him who began nodding, the captain leaned a little closer to the table on which they sat at and tried to catch the words but failed when one of the dwarves began to speak. "We Dwarves agree on giving the people the food each morning, afternoon, and evening and that then there may be an even amount of the food," the dwarf said. "Thank you, Yasack," the captain said. "Now as I was saying, the food in Corne'll is scarce and the farms were not capable of harvesting this year. The people our outside of my tent acting pugnacious, and instead of trying to help Corne'll and make it a place of refuge, they stand outside of my tent and curse me and the Elders," the captain began to pick at the arm of his chair with his middle finger. "We must form a court to were the people can lay there complaints and issues. We shall choose three being tomorrow afternoon. "The captain looked at Brooks who sighed and rolled his eyes slowly. "Dismiss," the captain said. After the captain thanked everybody for coming he stepped out the back of his tent to get fresh air. He took a deep breath, and did not release. "Did Bohell get on your nerve again?" A deep, soft voice asked. The captain turned around and saw his sister, Vinsat, leaning on his tent. "O, you're back early," the captain said."When did you get back?" "Last night," she said, "most the men were wounded." Her voice was low and hallow. The captain glared at his sisters beautiful orange eyes and black hair. "How many men died?" "Seventy-six; the enemy is growing stronger by the days," she said. "We need the elves to join if we plan to defeat Morzag." She sighed as she gazed up at the moon. "Most the men had family, if I had feelings I would feel sorry for them."She looked back at her brother. "Ha! That would be the day when all man kind shall perish, wouldn't it? You don't agree? Why is that?" The captain chose his words carefully, "Vinsat," he said, "It is possible that your curse can be broken. We just have to find out how that is to happen. Now when we went to the witch she said, 'Cut the vain of your left arm,' now as we know," The captain laughed, "that did not work." Vinsat rolled her eyes and turned away from her brother. "I've been cursed for four years and everything we try fails us. So, what's the point of trying?" She turned her head toward the captain but made no contact with his eyes. "Everywhere I walk people look at me like I'm a monster." She sighed again. "I don't," the captain said, "I will never look at you that way." Vinsat huffed, "You're different." "What! How am I different than every one else?" Vinsat turned around, but gazed turned towards Cid, the messenger, as he bowed to Vinsat and the captain. "Captain Kadaj and lady Vinsat," Cid stopped in-between words as he spoke," Morzag, has men marching here, they should make it here by morning." Vinsat sighed and said, "Don't they ever take a break?" She looked down at Cid. "Tell the men to prepare for battle. And hurry!" Cid ran without a word. Vinsat looked at her brother Kadaj and make a fake smile and said, "Yeah for us, we get to fight Morzag for the millionth time." She walked away towards her tent slamming her fist into a pole, leaving a small dent. Kadaj stepped back into his tent. He took a deep breath. "Morzag, we can't let him get past Boulder Valley. And if this so comes to happen, we shall all be doomed in hell." Kadaj took another deep breath in frustration. The captain buckled his sword on his left hip; and next to him he opened a drawer to a dresser which held four pairs of gloves, a black pair, a brown pair, a red pair, and a gold pair. He snatched the brown pair fitting them on both hands. The captain peered out his tent and ordered a guard to summon Cid for him. As he waited he sat on a stool and began fitting his boots on. Kadaj heard foot steps on his the floor of his tent. He looked up expecting Cid but saw the dwarf, Yasack, standing in front of him tapping his foot on the floor and rubbing his brow. "Morzag's men were about a half mile away from Boulder Valley. I sent ninety-nine archers to stall them about twenty minutes ago, so I'm expecting Morzag's men to be at the tip of the valley by the time my men get there. "Yasack said seeming worried at every word he spoke. "How slow are your men?!" He growled noticing that his words made the dwarf very angry, his brows were narrower and he was biting his lip until it turned white. "I could've let Morzag's men charge across the land destroying it marching rite into Corne'll," Yasack exclaimed."But no! I sent men to stall them, and you here, complain my men are too slow! Well I can as easily pull my men back as easily sending them." Kadaj tried to swallow the lump in his throat which failed to fallow threw. Before the captain said any thing else to accidently offend the dwarf, Cid, the messenger, entered his tent bowing. The captain sighed in relief. "You summoned me Captain Kadaj." "Yes, that is rite. I want-" Kadaj words were cut off by the dwarf. "Our conversation is not finished Kadaj." Yasack's stern voice pointed out. Kadaj rubbed his left temple, "as I was saying Cid I want Vinsat to take half of my army. Will you please give her this information?" "Yes sir." Cid stepped out of the tent running into one of the poles that held the tent up. Yasack grunted and walked towards the entrance of the tent, "are conversation will be continued later...Kadaj." As the dwarf walked out of the tent he paid no attention to Deon, the captain's rite hand man, entering the tent. Deon pushed himself up against a pole avoiding the dwarf. "Somebody isn't happy." Deon said bowing his head towards Kadaj as his black shaggy hair covered his face. He lifted his head a little revealing his grey eyes and his smile. Deon and Kadaj had been friend over ten years now even though Kadaj was many years older than Deon. There parents had been killed in the same battle. They were both at first taken in by Bohell until Deon's aunt and younger cousin came and took him as part of the family. "Apparently, I let my tongue slip in front of Yasack again." Kadaj said. Deon licked his lips. "Your tongue slips more often than I thought," he said smiling with anticipation. "Well the reason why I have come is to ask your permission to fight by your side?" "I thank you for your offer, but I wish for you to fight beside my sister, Vinsat." The captain said trying to hide the funny thought of Vinsat and Deon, who hated each other as children and teens fighting beside each others side. Deon bit his lip but kept his expression calm."I do not argue your command," he said trying to hold his frustration to himself, "But is there any possible way that…" Deon seemed not to know anything that he wanted to do except for fight by Kadaj's side. "I'm sorry, but no. There is no other position I need you in." the captain stopped speaking until he saw Deon begging, "That is the end of our discussion Deon, now please go fallow my order." Kadaj looked down at the dirt and began fastening his other shoe. Kadaj looked up after he heard his foot steps fading of in the distance. __________________________________________________ ___________________________________
I would LOVE to read your story. Please, tell me when you post it, okay? Yes, I am very busy lately, but Holidays approach, so I'll have more time to relax a bit- at last!!! Yes, Amalia is my real name. It's German, actually. Thank you very much for asking, and I don't mind at all. You can ask me whatever you wish!!!
Would you like to read m story? andave_ya is helping me with it. So... there may be alot of mistakes. If you want to read it I can post it on litnet, (Duh!) Where else would I put it?! I haven't seen you on lately. Been busy?? You don't have to answere this if you wish not to but is amalia your real name??
Hi there!!!! I am taking a break from correcting tests right now...I am having a lot of fun
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