11For those of you who have read this, I just decided to take out the impossibly stupid measurements and change a few things. If you do not want to reveiw again, that is fine with me. I am desperately trying to move on from where I am.
Author's Notes will only be given if necessary. If botfictionpress ever comes back up, then I will use that for anything needed.
Reveiwers: Scorch me.
Chapter One
Stalking as a shadow silent and dark, a cloaked figure passed. Not a living thing stirred, yet everything followed it, understanding the significance of this moment that few others ever would.
The creature made its way to a strange tree, small yet penetrating. Blackened wood disguised the original white, and the bare branches had not had growth for centuries. Yet despite all of this, it had an awing power and beauty. It was so twisted and marred, one would stare as they would stare at a piece of art, searching for the hidden significance and message.
Long fingers curled around the hood, pulling it back as she stood gazing wistfully at the tree. Under the green-gray cloak was a being that had not walked this earth for half a century. She was of the Tainir race, the swiftest and most cunning of all the races.
Armalan stood before the tree, her eyes glazed over with thought and remorse.
Nightmares that usually conquered her dreams awoke her as usual. Never could she be left alone with a peaceful sleep. Sleep longer than three hours had never been gifted to her, even as a child when such sleep was needed. It always took a toll on her, although rarely would it ever show. This night was different.
Since sleep eluded her, Armalan frequently visited the white tree. Attempts to unwrap the pattern of the tree always tended to keep her mind busy, rendering it an excellent distraction from her nightmares.
The sun was just now dawning, its rays giving the tree a luminous look. It was the Tain Tree, named after the legendary Tainir warriors of the Nymh Era. This tree had been struck by lightning.
As she looked upon it now, she saw a bud sprouting on a limb. Memories gushed unbidden into her head.
"No matter how badly a Tree is damaged,
If one part is still living,
Then the Tree lives on.
The smallest of limbs can make the biggest of trees.
Death comes with Love's Blade,
As a battle rages on
Within oneself.
Seeking Vendetta
The power is used that will destroy all.
Things that should never have been revived are
By the one who will destroy them.
Those long believed dead
Come in a dream,
Taking their Savior with them.
Chosen by the wielder
And with the dawning of the new era,
The line ends with the first."
Why was this prophecy even spoken? And to her of all people? It was clear that it talked of Eman.
Then a thought that was so incredibly likely came to her, making her laugh. Maybe I am a Tain.
What a ridiculous thought. She couldn't be a Tain.
Would you like to be?
Now there was a thought. Would she want to be a Tain?
Yes, she would.
A green light flashed through the air, when suddenly white-hot pain seared across her back. An unearthly scream escaped her, and, moments later, something else pierced her back, leaving her to collapse to the ground unconscious.