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Subject: [Fantasy Short] The dawn of Theridyun

Hairy palm trees.

I have to practice for english, I'll be writing a story that I will update every time I'm on here. Tell me what you think, criticism will be appreciated.

Introduction
The sleepless Hall.

Hectoris was sleepless, his mind drifted like a wisp of cloud. The bed was merely too firm, like that of a stallions hind. He lay, facing into a dark reflection. A mirror hung from the wall. Hectoris could do not but examine the reflection peering towards him. He squinted slightly, gazing infinitely into his aqua-marine eyes; he was confused of the current matter a hand, unsure of the morning, of what lay in time. He wasn't clean shaven, a short, dark brown bearding covered his jaw, chin, and throat. He had black, wavy shoulder-length hair. It snaked across his face, conturing over his nose. The night was bitterly cool. Hectoris rolled from his right side onto his back, staring into nothing. A spirit lurked beyond him with his every breath. There was something suspended in the air, it filled his lungs with an affable frigidness. Hectoris became ever more frustrated with every passing star he watched, the night would soon be gone and he would be without sleep. But something transpired, and Hectoris wasn't about to let it slip his mind. An abrupt sound agitated the silenced halls of Rowinthor, Hectoris paced towards the desk against the south wall of his quarters and retrieved his Blade of Hyturian. Hyturian glistened in the aura of torch fire, it's edge undoubtedly swift to the kerf. Hectoris veered it into its sheath. A piercing slice echoed throughout the hall. Accelerating footsteps edged further towards the door of the great hall, Hectoris completely focused on the sense he's feeling. The door arrived with the clang of an opening hatch, and there Hectoris progressed further through the aperture of stone. And there be witnessed, upon his grace, Ermildas of Lorithen. Hectoris was deeply relieved at the sight of the Elf he'd known for over half a life time. "Welcome, friend." Hectoris announced to Ermildas while taking a step forward with open arms. His brow ascended towards his hairline and a grin grew fast upon his face. Ermildas lunged forward and shrouded himself amongst Hectoris. "The light is new, and Ryuliryn of Elyrdorn sends his regards." Ermildas conversed to Hectoris. Ermildas was of great noble Elvish decent, from the Elven Kings of the country of Theridorilyyn. His build was enduring, the armour he wore manifested the beauty of Elvish craftsmanship. Glorious burgundy pauldrons layered down his shoulders, the gold edging of leaf of Lorithen carried Hectoris' eye about Ermildas' defence.

[Edited on 02.06.2010 9:38 PM PST]

  • 02.06.2010 9:22 PM PDT

The Hybrid a FanFic by Tehface

"Look for the signs, the keepers of the flame. They will lead you to war, and perhaps, to victory."

Not trying to flame, but only Bungie-related fiction is allowed in the Gallery.

  • 02.06.2010 10:48 PM PDT