Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Prologue- A vision of fear. (yes I know i didn't finnish the other story I started, sorry.)

The girl fell to her knees, clasping the sides of her head. Tremors coursed through her body and her expression twisted into an ugly grimace. Her eyes rolled back into her skull horribly, showing the whites of her eyes. Instead of her eyes closing or her iris' coming back around they just stayed like that. Her spine arched and she shrieked in anguish. Her body went limp and she fell sideways onto the ground, twiching occasionally. Her eyes were blank and glassy and she stared into nothingness. Her mouth opened and she spoke, words rasping at her throat.
"The world will crumble in her grasp. Two will rise against her. One's fate intertwined with the other's, they will bring back balance with cost no one could have foreseen. Suddenly her expression relaxed and just before her eyes closed, he caught a glimpse of her pupils.

And they were deep, dark


Yes, yes. I know. same idea as the other story i posted. purple eyes. THE STORIES ARE NOT CONNECTED, OK? i just came up with the idea of a girl with purple eyes and i had different ideas of a way i could put it into a story. this one is better than that one. I ASSURE YOU.

Saturday, 4 June 2011

Yin and Yang part one

Dead, they were all dead. Friends, enemies, all of them, dead. Yin stared at the hands that she had used to kill so many. She wanted to curl up and let the misery and grief envelope her. Yin couldn’t do that, then all that effort, everything that her friends had done to get her this far would be for nothing. Yin stood, her purple orbs of eyes, usually so luminous and bright, were now dull and glazed. Her mattered black hair was now splattered with the blood of others, just like her pale face.
“Go.” The weak voice was almost unrecognisable, but Yin knew who it was. She turned, tears in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Yang.” Yang lay, his eyes were white and his hair was silver. His chest was ruined, ripped up savagely by her, By Yin. She had done it. Yin pulled out a purple pendant from under her black shirt. She felt like throwing it into the sea. The pendant was suspended from a plain, black, plaited cord. The pendant shone, purple light streamed out of it. The yellow crescent moon symbol remained dull. Yin had managed to light the crystal partly, but she still needed to light the rest of it.
“Yin, the time crystal is awakening. You must hurry.”
“Yang, I can’t just leave you here! This is my fault. I can’t believe I just lost control like that…” Yin felt like crying, but that was not her way. Yang was open and Yin was closed.
“I don’t blame you. You didn’t act of your own will today.” 

Yang's words echoed through her head, and then the world shattered around her, the vision disappeared and Yin was brought back to the present.