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We’ve watched while the stars burned
Out, and creation played in reverse.
The Universe freezing in half-light.
Once I thought to escape.
To end a master, step out of the
Path of collapse. Escape would make us God.
Yet I cannot help but remember one enigma,
A hybrid, elusive destroyer.
This is the one mystery I have not solved.
The only element unaccounted for.
That's what I like to call a popsicle stick joke. Anyway, I like to write, and have been wanting to write a story for quite a while now. I started several times before, but never liked the beginning very much and scrapped the ideas. Here's my latest attempt. Oh, and if you have suggestions for the characters names I'd appreciate it; I've never been good at making up names.
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Well, that was stupid, Neal thought as the dust settled around him. And I know my arm isn’t supposed to bend like that. As the lanky fifteen year old looked up at the tree he had just fallen out of he saw his twin brother’s head stick out of the foliage and groaned, muttering, “Charles isn’t going to let me forget about this any time soon…”
“Are you ok down there?” His yelled down.
“I just fell thirty feet out of a tree and landed on my arm. What do you think?”
Charles hurried down the tree, half climbing and half falling. Grabbing the last branch he swung himself the rest of the way to the ground, landing next to Neal. “Well, the good news is that you were right; the caravan is coming. And my, you look well for someone who just knocked themselves out of a tree.”
“I didn’t knock myself out. The wind moved the branch I was standing on as I pointed out the caravan to you.” It was a lie. He had slipped while he excitedly pointed to the caravan as it approached town. “And stop grinning.”
“You know you shouldn’t waste magic for something as trivial as pain blocking. Wimp.”
“Why don’t you try breaking your arm and we’ll see if you don’t pain block then. Can you just help me get to the healer?”
“You know, my class has already started working with bones. I should be able to do it.”
“No. You are not using me as a test subject. Your hamster is already psychotic from when you tried healing him.”
“He was always psychotic, and I did heal him, didn’t I? Here, it’ll only take a second…” Neal arm suddenly felt like it had been dunked in ice water; he jumped.
“I told you not to try to heal me!” Neal would have tried to fight him, but when one interrupted a healing things tended to go badly. “And you’re still grinning!”
“Why shouldn’t I? I’m done, and you’re not dead. Or psychotic. Well, at least, you aren’t from the healing.” Seeing Neal testing his arm he added, “There’s no need to do that. I knew what I was doing.”
“This time.”
“Oh, stop whining, and let’s go; thanks to you, we might be late.”
“That would be ironic if we ended up being late by trying to be early.”
“Yes it would. Now move! We can talk on the way.”
“Alright, alright, I’m going. I wonder if Seph will be there.” Zephyr Nagana, or Seph by his nickname, was a thief, but neither of the brothers minded; if people weren’t careful enough to watch their money, that was there problem. As Seph explained it, there were always those who would steal; he just did it more honestly than people like corrupt policemen or landlords who took their tenants belongings. At least he called himself a thief, so people expected it of him. Besides, it was always useful to have a friend who knew how to pick locks and pockets.
“You’ll find out as soon as we get there. He'll probably have beaten us there.”
“He’s been working on a job lately, and I’m not sure if he’s finished it yet.”
“He’s always working on a job. You know that caravan crowds are the easiest targets, and that he never misses them.”
[Edited on 12/22/2004 2:42:41 PM]