It was a dark, stormy night and one young centaur stood on the edge of a cliff. Then a figure appeared; a figure of a man. The man was The Dark Lord; a shape shifter, a villain, a crook, and leader of the Dark Force, who had cornered a little centaur, all alone. No parents to protect her. This little centaur had been walking wondering which side to trust, Dark Force or to serve Chizkiah.
“Ithiel, come to me deary, come serve the Dark force,” called the Dark Lord but little Ithiel was scared so she tried to push past one of the soldiers when someone grabbed her arm.
Ithiel looked up the person, er, centaur, I should say, was her mother in chains with her father right beside her all her mom did was smile and gave her a locket and whispered “I love you, but you must run the Dark Lord is trying to control the world. Run baby, run!”
So she ran. She ran far away. She looked back just once and saw the Dark Lord whip her parents. Her heart filled with anger as she galloped off towards Chizkiah’s camp.
Meanwhile in Chizkiah’s camp the Follower’s are restless. Chizkiah went oversees and won’t be back for a while. He left a human in charge. A timid, humble little fellow, goes by the name of Ely.
“Sir, someone’s coming in to camp, centaur by the looks o’ ‘im,” said the faun Gedaliah.
“Let the centaur in,” Ely said.
“Hello,” said Elazar, the elf.
“Let’s shoot it, Heaven knows where it’s been,” suggested Joel, the dwarf.
“I’m Ithiel, and I heard that, miniature ”
“Well, hello Ithiel,”
“What’s your business, a spy for the dark lord perhaps?”
“Easy, Joel,” Ely commanded quietly. “What is your business here, little one?”
“The dark lord, or whatever you call him cornered me and I got scared so I ran. And for your information, I am NOT little.”
“ah, I can see that, my Master is away and will not be back for a year or so,”
“C-could I stay here until he gets back,”
A tall black centaur strode over to Ely.
“Sir,” Hannaniah whispered. “Battle is no place for a child,”
“No, your right, but remember what Chizkiah said when that flock of little fauns and their mothers came up to him.”
“’Let the children come unto me’” Hannaniah sighed. “but”
“He also said we should all be as trusting as a child.”
“*sigh* all right, Ely, but we should keep her under lock and key, You know how the Dark Lord has a tendency to track little ones who don’t know Chizkiah.”
“Okay, Ithiel, you may go into that tent over there,”
“You mean I can stay?”
“Yep,”
That was the day when Ithiel first wandered into Chizkiah’s camp. She found out that He was the Ultimate Protector, The Eternal Shelter, and that He loved everyone, even the Dark Force. She also found out that it was safest to stay away from Joel, just because he kind of scared her, the way he always talked about traitors and how he was once in the Dark Force. So she avoided him.
Then the day before Chizkiah was supposed to come back, the Dark Force came right into the gates! It all started when Ithiel was out for a walk, she decided to pick flowers.
So she picked about 45 blue flowers, 12 pink flowers, 7 white flowers. What! She has lots of spare time.
Then she decided to take them to old Ms. Badger, the widow who lived in a hollow stump about ½ a mile from Chizkiah’s camp. Ithiel enjoyed listening to old Ms. Badger’s interesting stories. She always told the most interesting stories about Chizkiah.
“Ms. Badger? Ms. Badger? Are you home?” Ithiel called just as she walked around the back of old Ms. Badger’s house, where she found old Ms. Badger digging in her vegetable garden.
“Oh, Ithy! What a surprise! Are those beautiful flowers for me?”
“Yes, they are, Ms. Badger,” Ithiel replied. “Could you tell me a story, ma’am?”
“Yes, deary, what would you like to hear?”
“Anything,”
“Well, okay then. Let’s go inside and find these flowers a vase, and maybe there’s some cookies and milk inside, too!”
“Mm, sounds yummy but I have to be back for lunch,”
“Well, here’s some cookies, for you and here’s some for the troops. Now you’d best get a move on if you don’t want the cookies to get cold.”
“Okay, bye, Ms. Badger!”
2007-12-17
06:08:45
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➔ Poetry
Please b honest
2007-12-17
09:39:16 ·
update #1
.that to in prose, means...
2007-12-17
09:39:57 ·
update #2
yeah, I like eli too, I made his personality from that of my crush
2007-12-18
04:58:13 ·
update #3