Fan Fiction ❯ Journey of Hope ❯ Journey part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Journey of Hope
Written by VegetandAru (lord of the underworld)
Everything is my own, Please be nice as far as criticism goes, however if you do have something about it that you don't like then don't flame, just tell me about it if you would.

This was written quite a few years ago now, but I just stumbled across it on my hard drive and I've began to patch it up, it's still not finished but I'm working on it.

Yours VegetandAru (vegetandaru@yahoo.com)

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'To the world you may be one person,
But to one person you may be the world'
(anonymous)

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"Anyoko rensay notem araka sistarte novem Rotake, anyoko rensay notem araka sistarte novem Rotake, anyoko rensay notem araka sistarte novem Rotake, anyo..."

Voice stolen by the wind and the rain thrashing around her, the girl raised her voice a notch, speaking as loudly and clearly as she could over the violent crash of waves against the dark red rock of the cliff face.

From her lips flowed the words of an ancient chant, known to her by heart and committed to memory so many years ago now that she could not fully remember learning them.

She was vaguely aware of the fact that she was shaking so hard that the knuckles of her left hand grated painfully hard against the almost slate like tomb stone, that they were pressed against, rubbing themselves raw with every new fearful tremor.

Her right hand was lifted to the inky night sky, fingers spread and palm facing East, off over the sea, pointing past the craggy and broken cliffs of Gogoln Peak, a stream of crimson light, not bright enough to be seen against the flashes of lightning but visible of you knew what to look for joined her right palm to the stone in her left and then spread out in a faint cloaking over the tomb.

It was a single disjointed hazy line emanating from the gash she'd inflicted on her own hand, woven with blood, brighter in colour than the light itself and pouring in rivulets of the grey stone to gather in the engraved markings of a forgotten language, before overflowing and spattering to the sand whipped ground to clump together with the sand and pool around her knees.

She clenched her left hand harder, hard enough to draw crimson blood from her palm, where a stone, black as the night surrounding her and colder still than the lashing rain that ripped about her slender person, stabbed with a numb pain into her frozen flesh.

Sodden hair blew into her face with stinging whips against her flushed skin, setting hazy grey eyes off sight, yet she did not dare move her hands from where they were held to push it back again.

"Anyoko rensay notem araka sistarte novem Rotake-"

Frozen lips moving to form words she knew not the meanings of as if in a trance ceased they're mantra as a light of blinding emerald green, a sudden and stark clash against the overwhelming red, emanated from the tomb stone her left hand was pressed to and a crack like lightning and the roll of surreal thunder boomed out from beneath her.

Falling off balance and tumbling to the frozen yet searing hot ground, she split the delicate flesh of her lower lip on the biting gravel and volcanic rock from the ground smearing it with blood that trickled like ice down her boiling skin and fell to the ground in one single ruby red drop.

Lifting her head from the confines of her arms she looked up at the being above her; and screamed.