[i] As the storm raged fiercely through the village, signs of destruction could be seen from all around; bodies strewn in different positions of death; homes and shops turned into blackest ash. Through the angry sounds of the thunder and lightning though, groans could be heard, as if by some miracle, someone had been fighting, struggling to stay alive. From the center of the village, a young girl barely seventeen summers old slowly started moving. As she began to open her eyes against the spattering and drenching powers of the storm, Ariela desperately tried to sit up, wanting to see how much of her village was lost. Slowly she propped herself against a frame that was used to dry hides that were cleaned from successful hunting parties.
Examining her wound given by the lackey of one of the most vicious of slavers known to exist, Ariela breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was not as serious as it first looked. She ripped the skirt she was wearing, as dirty as it had become; to try and bind her wound, and then tried again to look around for any other signs of life. Suddenly shocked into just how painful the recent events had been, Ariela screamed in terrible anguish, calling out a single name; “LAURELIA NOOOOO!â€
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Ariela's Story
by Ariela Lilifain on Fri Oct 24, 2003 3:45 pm
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by Ariela Lilifain on Fri Oct 24, 2003 9:07 pm
[i] It had been more than a week when Ariela finally came out of her darkness. Opening her eyes slowly, she found herself in a warm bed, a lit fire in the hearth, and her clothes cleaned and mended, draped over a nearby chair. With a deep desire to find out more about both the people that helped her and her surroundings, Ariela tried to rise from the bed they let her recover in. When she tried to stand though, she could not help but stagger a little since she was still quite weak from her recent ordeal. As she tried to reach for her clothing, she stumbled more, knocking over a few pieces of furniture as she landed against a wall and slid to the floor. Ariela rested a few moments, then tried again, but as she tried to pull herself up from the floor, an older man, rather rugged looking, came running into the room. Scared; not knowing what would happen next, Ariela started fighting hysterically when the man tried to help her to her feet. “Easy Lass, easy…I won’t be hurting you…remember…you came knocking on my door?!?! Shhh…I promise I won’t be hurting you…Please let me help you back in bed…you could be using another few days of restâ€
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by Ariela Lilifain on Fri Oct 24, 2003 11:07 pm
*Grin* You will I just forgot the To Be Cont. But I am happy some like it...I only wish I was good enough to be published...
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by Ariela Lilifain on Fri Oct 24, 2003 11:50 pm
[i] It had been another week, and Ariela had been walking in the woods, thinking about the events of the recent past. When Ariela was hurting, and alone, Cameron came along and became like a second father to her in such a short period of time. She was thinking though, that now she was fully healed, it was time for her to move on. She could not forget about her family, and needed to know what happened to her remaining sisters; were they even alive? She had to know. When it was time for dinner that evening, Ariela had such a melancholy face that Cameron could not help but wonder what was troubling her so. As she told him, he too became rather sad. Though she had only been living under his roof for such a short period of time, he had grown rather fond of her. She had become like a third daughter to him. He knew though what she was going through. He knew she needed to know for sure whether her other three sisters remained alive or dead. With his head bowed he simply said, “Aye Lass, I knew this day would come; however much I will miss ye; I knew this day would come. Tomorrow, I will pack ye supplies to last at least a week, and ye will have my finest horse te carry ye on yer journeys.â€
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*Macitor sits anxiously like a child with money in hand hearing the ice cream truck but not seeing it*by Ariela Lilifain on Sat Oct 25, 2003 3:09 pm
My Lord Adonis I am but telling how I came to these fair lands. I am not yet ready to resume my journey for much has happened to me and I am affraid I am but tired and warn...I can only pray to those above that my sisters are safe for now and happy where they are till I am yet again ready to find them...
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by Ariela Lilifain on Sat Oct 25, 2003 7:56 pm
(More of my story)
A week into her journey, and Ariela had the impression that her travels would be giving her no troubles at all. Being as young as she was, and not as worldly as she would have preferred; she did not realize that anything could happen at any moment. Getting close to the evening meal, and time for her to find a place to camp, she came upon a secluded glen complete with a small brook so she would not be thirsty. As she set her fire and was preparing to cook a meal, a rather handsome, roguish man appeared. Being leery of him as a stranger, yet unable to turn a hungry and tired traveler away, Ariela cautiously offered to share her meal and her fire with him for the night. As the evening progressed though, and Ariela started to relax around him, he had suddenly turned on her and started to attack. Though she knew some defensive positions to protect herself, she was no real match for the man. He soon had her pinned to the ground and would have been able to not only rob Ariela but to do so much more had her quick thinking not saved her. Seeing a nearby rock, she struggled with the man so that she could reach it before he was able to do anything more. Once she did have it in her hand she tried desperately to swing it toward his head, but he was able to deflect it just enough so that at most he was stunned. Still, it was enough for her to get out from under him. Being too hysterical with fear, she did not bother to try and gather her belongings, thinking she would not have enough time before he recovered himself. Instead, Ariela only ran into the woods, hoping she could hide someplace, and that he would give up pursuit. Running for what seemed like miles, Ariela finally collapsed among a small group of trees, praying that he would not find her.
She must have become unconscious, for hours later, she awoke, still half crazed with fear, yet slightly relieved that he was at least not within her immediate view. She knew she could not risk going back, but what was she to do. She had no supplies, no change of clothes, the horse Cameron gave her was gone, and she was becoming quite hungry…Not knowing what else to do, Ariela began walking in the direction she had been originally intending. A day had gone by, then another, and with each passing step she became ever more hungry and thirsty, but she kept going for she knew deeply within her that she must survive. She could not hunt to find her food for neither did she have a bow or arrows, nor did she know how to use them anyway. She definitely could not wield a sword, and she had no pole or net to fish with. As the third day rolled around, Ariela began to weep for she thought she would surely die of starvation or thirst. As the evening rolled around again she could not take any more. Finding a place where she could at least be in comfort, Ariela laid down, then saying a simple prayer to the gods, she thanked them for at least giving her the chance to find what family was left, for allowing her to meet Cameron, and begging them to take her quickly so she would not suffer any more than she had…Then for Ariela Lilifain, all went black…
A week into her journey, and Ariela had the impression that her travels would be giving her no troubles at all. Being as young as she was, and not as worldly as she would have preferred; she did not realize that anything could happen at any moment. Getting close to the evening meal, and time for her to find a place to camp, she came upon a secluded glen complete with a small brook so she would not be thirsty. As she set her fire and was preparing to cook a meal, a rather handsome, roguish man appeared. Being leery of him as a stranger, yet unable to turn a hungry and tired traveler away, Ariela cautiously offered to share her meal and her fire with him for the night. As the evening progressed though, and Ariela started to relax around him, he had suddenly turned on her and started to attack. Though she knew some defensive positions to protect herself, she was no real match for the man. He soon had her pinned to the ground and would have been able to not only rob Ariela but to do so much more had her quick thinking not saved her. Seeing a nearby rock, she struggled with the man so that she could reach it before he was able to do anything more. Once she did have it in her hand she tried desperately to swing it toward his head, but he was able to deflect it just enough so that at most he was stunned. Still, it was enough for her to get out from under him. Being too hysterical with fear, she did not bother to try and gather her belongings, thinking she would not have enough time before he recovered himself. Instead, Ariela only ran into the woods, hoping she could hide someplace, and that he would give up pursuit. Running for what seemed like miles, Ariela finally collapsed among a small group of trees, praying that he would not find her.
She must have become unconscious, for hours later, she awoke, still half crazed with fear, yet slightly relieved that he was at least not within her immediate view. She knew she could not risk going back, but what was she to do. She had no supplies, no change of clothes, the horse Cameron gave her was gone, and she was becoming quite hungry…Not knowing what else to do, Ariela began walking in the direction she had been originally intending. A day had gone by, then another, and with each passing step she became ever more hungry and thirsty, but she kept going for she knew deeply within her that she must survive. She could not hunt to find her food for neither did she have a bow or arrows, nor did she know how to use them anyway. She definitely could not wield a sword, and she had no pole or net to fish with. As the third day rolled around, Ariela began to weep for she thought she would surely die of starvation or thirst. As the evening rolled around again she could not take any more. Finding a place where she could at least be in comfort, Ariela laid down, then saying a simple prayer to the gods, she thanked them for at least giving her the chance to find what family was left, for allowing her to meet Cameron, and begging them to take her quickly so she would not suffer any more than she had…Then for Ariela Lilifain, all went black…
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by Ariela Lilifain on Tue Oct 28, 2003 12:43 am
[i] As Ariela slowly opened her eyes, she realized that not only did she NOT die, but again, like with Cameron, she was in the home of some stranger. Not knowing anything about them, her pains of the recent past had taught her to be as cautious as possible. Fearful that they could still hurt her and seeing her clothes draped at the foot of the bed, Ariela tried quickly to rise, not yet realizing how weak she still had to be. With the first attempt she groaned and her head promptly fell back against her pillow. As she tried again, the lady of the home had appeared, carrying a tray of food and something to drink. Seeing Ariela trying to rise from the bed, she quickly put the tray down and turned to approach Ariela to try and convince her to lie back down. Not knowing what to think, Ariela started crying hysterically; “Please…please don’t hurt me! I have nothing…I own nothing of any worth to you…please…I beg you not to hurt me…I will do whatever you ask…I will be your servant if you let me live…â€
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