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Mttimeo

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Blood. Nastasha smelled blood. It wasn’t familiar, for every individual’s blood had its own unique scent.

She opened her eyes to discover it was her own blood that smelled so strongly. Nastasha’s breath halted midway into her lungs at the sight. Like glossy red paint, her blood colorfully contrasted against the pale color of her skin and armor.

Nastasha’s eyes became fixed on the small, bloody, jeweled dagger which was imbedded into the side of her abdomen. Donovan had attempted to push her away at one point; his hand had touched the same place where the dagger now protruded from, covered in dried blood. Nastasha’s blood.

A raspy, mournful cry escaped Nastasha’s lips as she slowly loosened the dagger from her side. The pain produced from the dagger’s wound merely blended in with every other ounce of agony Nastasha's body felt. How long had she been sitting there, slowly bleeding to death? The dagger had not gone as deep as first thought, but one look at the blade confirmed Nastasha’s worst fear.


An emerald colored slime coated the blade.


Poison.


Nastasha used the precious, little remaining energy her essence had left to heal her wound. Nastasha focused intently on feeling the fibers of her skin and muscles re-form back together. It was all she could do to keep herself from losing complete sanity.

Her body was immune to hundreds of poisons; her training had made sure of that fact.

But it wasn’t her life she feared for.

Nastasha had complete immunity. But the child in her womb, which the dagger had missed only by inches, did not.

Nastasha could heal any wound; even join severed limbs back to its stub. She could lead and command great armies through war. Defeat the greatest of monsters. She knew hundreds, if not thousands, magical techniques. But nothing she had ever learned, could tell her if her child was dying.

“Why?” Nastasha gasped aloud. She wanted an answer; Nastasha wanted to know why everything was being taken from her.

23-Nov-2010 01:10:24 - Last edited on 18-Jun-2013 05:18:39 by Mttimeo

Mttimeo

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“WHY?!” Nastasha screamed as her fists slammed upon the scorched earth before her. She collapsed, gasping for a breath, wishing she could cry, but no tears would come. She was alone, days away from any living beings. Despair threatened to consume Nastasha, without her family, every bit of her past and future felt meaningless.
The concept of true insanity had never before seemed possible to Nastasha. She had never before understood how a breaking point could result an intelligent being to psychologically crumble apart into that void called "insanity". But now she understood… and this was her “breaking point” as insanity began hammering away at her mind and willpower. And perhaps this madness was the only thing capable of numbing the mental pain...
But then soothing whispers began flowing through her head, echoing words of hope and erasing the seeds of insanity. “Why do you lay here? There are things to live for! There is still hope for your child; there is one who can save the child of prophecy. You must complete your mission, the survival of Gielinor depends upon it!”
Nastasha’s eyes fluttered open. A mission and a prophecy. If the child she carried truly was the blessed one, she must act. “I must not give into despair, for the sake of Jamin." She thought.
Nastasha stood shakily to her feet, her body immediately disapproved. She had used excessively massive amounts of magic during battle and in teleporting Jamin’s body. If Nastasha had been a normal elf, she would have been unconscious by now. But Nastasha was determined... She would do whatever necessary to insure her duty to her child and the mission. If both the foretelling and mission failed... every being in Gielinor would suffer a fate much worse than Jamin had.

23-Nov-2010 01:11:36 - Last edited on 04-Oct-2012 02:50:35 by Mttimeo

Mttimeo

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“This child must be saved… This child must be saved…” Nastasha ran the words over and over in her head. She refused to believe that her child would be taken by poison. Nastasha also refused to believe that completing the mission without Jamin would mean that Nastasha’s own life would partake in a dance with death.


Nastasha had a plan; she would find someone else to watch over her child while she completed the mission. Her mission’s completion would insure the survival of her child, and therefore the prophecy’s fulfillment.


It was obvious that she was expected to disappear and never return to Gielinor, But no, the humans where going to pay in blood for what they had done, even if it took years, Nastasha would have her revenge on the Emperor by completing the mission.


But now Nastasha needed to find somewhere far away, away from the world, the big cities, towns, and any place where they could find her child. The one, who could save her child, could definitely provide a sanctuary.


“I must save my child and complete the mission or... The world of Gielinor will perish in the flames of chaos." Those were Nastasha’s final thoughts as she began sprinting toward the North. Away she began running, away from the memories, pain, death, and the despair. Ahead, was everything worth living for.



And thus began the Dance with Death…




~The End...Or the Beginning?~

23-Nov-2010 01:12:56 - Last edited on 18-Jun-2013 05:20:58 by Mttimeo

Almost Lucky

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Great story! I admit I was looking for grammatical errors when I started reading. (I noticed very few.) At first, the story was a little slow. But when Donovan was introduced and from then on, I was completely caught up into the story! Epic story indeed. ;)
If you plan on writing another chapter, please let me know!

24-Nov-2010 14:59:52

aBugfromMars

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A few grammar mistakes...I'd proofread or have someone else do it for you. In one of the earlier posts, also, you said "narcedania" or something along those lines. I assume you meant Nastasha, but...
Good plot, a few holes...Etc.,etc. You've got potential.
Heh, it's hardly my place to say. I'm not THAT talented. I can remember Caydock and the others doin' this to MY first stories...

01-Dec-2010 01:37:41 - Last edited on 01-Dec-2010 01:39:29 by aBugfromMars

Mttimeo

Mttimeo

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Aw snap... At one point, I switched main character’s name to Nastasha from Narcedania because it sounded better (or so I think). Out of a hundred times I re-read over it, grr, I still missed one.
Thanks, I really do appreciate your comment! Even if you think “it’s hardly your place to say.” ;)

01-Dec-2010 16:39:12 - Last edited on 09-Aug-2011 22:04:31 by Mttimeo

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