Fayeble
In a different world, farther than any human has gone before, lies the Land of Felicitatus. Even the oldest of the races do not know all the secrets of this world. There are still islands unknown, evils untold.
Even separate races are making a comeback.
But sometimes, that's not always the best thing.
Author's Note: This story does link to The Five.
"Again." Master Rowan instructed. His hands were clasped behind his back, feet spread apart. The last of his shadow disappeared with the sun, that was just setting below the mountain.
Faye's breath caught in her throat, however, she showed no weakness. This was the mark of the Seekrets- No Pain. No Weakness.
She nodded, then turned around and ran towards the forest below the hill. The darkness was like a safe haven in Faye's eyes.
Her blood pumped harder, legs moved faster. Faye targeted a tree, put on the last burst of speed she had, and jumped.
Keeping her hands above her head as if diving, Faye cut through the air upwards. The "whoosh" in her ears was a satisfactory noise, and air cooling off her already moist head was excellent.
Suddenly, Faye reached out and grabbed a limb of the tree. She pulled the rest of her body to the tree and clung to the bark. Faye looked down, and a slow smile almost reached her lips. She made it 30 feet.
Master Rowan hid his shock as he walked towards the tree. "Come down, Young Faye." He commanded. Faye nodded once, and let go of the tree. She hit the ground in two seconds, landing on the toes of her feet so as to let the ground absorb her weight.
"Good." Rowan raised his eyebrows. "Very good."
Faye just nodded. She was not meant to speak during lessons. Rowan began to pace back and forth. "We have done this drill for many, many moons." He said softly. His gray eyes searched the horizon as he stopped in front of the young girl.
He was so close that Faye could see the once pretty face, the face that woman had wooed after in the past, was crinkling. The jet black hair which used to shine in the sun was now losing color.
Fayes own shining orange hair hung in a braid down her back. All but her eyes were hidden by a mask- the head piece pulled over her forehead, and bottom piece pulled up halfway across the bridge of her nose. It was all black, of course. The Young Ones could only wear black until they were worthy of new colors.
Master Rowan was silent for awhile longer. Finally, he turned to Faye and commanded, "Again."
Faye's breath caught in her throat, however, she showed no weakness. This was the mark of the Seekrets- No Pain. No Weakness.
She nodded, then turned around and ran towards the forest below the hill. The darkness was like a safe haven in Faye's eyes.
Her blood pumped harder, legs moved faster. Faye targeted a tree, put on the last burst of speed she had, and jumped.
Keeping her hands above her head as if diving, Faye cut through the air upwards. The "whoosh" in her ears was a satisfactory noise, and air cooling off her already moist head was excellent.
Suddenly, Faye reached out and grabbed a limb of the tree. She pulled the rest of her body to the tree and clung to the bark. Faye looked down, and a slow smile almost reached her lips. She made it 30 feet.
Master Rowan hid his shock as he walked towards the tree. "Come down, Young Faye." He commanded. Faye nodded once, and let go of the tree. She hit the ground in two seconds, landing on the toes of her feet so as to let the ground absorb her weight.
"Good." Rowan raised his eyebrows. "Very good."
Faye just nodded. She was not meant to speak during lessons. Rowan began to pace back and forth. "We have done this drill for many, many moons." He said softly. His gray eyes searched the horizon as he stopped in front of the young girl.
He was so close that Faye could see the once pretty face, the face that woman had wooed after in the past, was crinkling. The jet black hair which used to shine in the sun was now losing color.
Fayes own shining orange hair hung in a braid down her back. All but her eyes were hidden by a mask- the head piece pulled over her forehead, and bottom piece pulled up halfway across the bridge of her nose. It was all black, of course. The Young Ones could only wear black until they were worthy of new colors.
Master Rowan was silent for awhile longer. Finally, he turned to Faye and commanded, "Again."
2 Comments
Awesomeness! It reminds me a lot of the Inheritance Cycle stuff...And Master Rowan cracks me up xD So serious...xD Keep writing me friend!
I love it, Soul! =D The Master Rowan guy reminds me of the turtle on Kung Fu Panda... which is awesome, because I like the turtle! Keep up the good work ;)