Ryan and Leann
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Engaged 6/11/2021
We are on a mission to pursue our passions and make the most out of life. Increasing creativity and imagination while improving our skills. Reading and writing has been an outlet and inspiration throughout our lives.
Stories (7/0)
Harry Potter Elder Scrolls Fan-fiction #2
Chapter two It was hours later when the cart came to a stop. Neville could hear the light splashing of water nearby. He nudged Harry awake. They had both dozed off after a while of hearing all about the things they needed to know before they got to Skyrim. They were on the edge of a vast ocean, waves lapping gently on the beach. A large wooden ship was moored a short walk away. The kind cart driver unloaded their things from the storage compartment, commenting on how light the luggage appeared to feel.
By Ryan and Leann2 years ago in Fiction
Harry Potter/Elder Scrolls Fan Fiction #1
Neville Longbottom was feeling flustered.This, of course, was nothing new to him as he was the clumsiest wizard in the whole of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had done his best to fit in with the other students in Gryffindor house but usually found himself at the back end of their jokes. It’s important to understand that in a world full of all kinds of magical things and witches and wizards capable of such amazing feats that Neville, in comparison, was not remarkable at all. Neville was often even accused of being mis-sorted into Gryffindor as he was not bold or very brave as far as even he was concerned most of the time. Neville shook his head, sitting on board the vaunted Hogwarts Express, thinking back on the events of the last year, and sighing deeply at the fact that it was all coming to an end. Neville and company had just completed the 5th year at Hogwarts and had grown rather close with each other. He looked around the compartment he shared with three others, first to Harry Potter, the To Ron Weasley, and lastly to Hermione Granger. Together this last year they had formed Dumbledore's Army with some other students taking a stand for proper self defense instruction, particularly against the dark arts. They all were visibly sad with the end of term and began sharing summer holiday plans.
By Ryan and Leann2 years ago in Fiction
The Freeze
Bleak midwinter. A dreary and dreadful time full of seemingly endless gray days blending into nights. A time that lacks any vibrant personality or color. Truly it can be difficult to find happiness during these few months from January through March. Ricky never liked this time of year but couldn't help but feel that he was at one with it at the same time. At different points in his life he felt like he was connected with nature and almost always it would seem to have something to do with water. He couldn't really control or grasp it fully, but he had felt something happen to him a few times under strange circumstances. Once when he was younger, he had been running away from some school bullies and suddenly a dense cloud of snow and ice had intervened, allowing his escape. He couldn't explain how, but he felt as though he had willed it to happen and it did. He had been afraid then, just like the other times. He was out walking around the edge of a large pond that had frozen over in the park. On the other side of the pond was a waterfall that would normally cascade off of the rock face which now was frozen as well, save for a few drips off the end here or there. Ricky had swam here a few times in the summer and had always thought he saw an opening in the rock face but could never get to it for lack of solid ground to stand on. Curiosity got the better of him as he reached the side of the pond at the rocks edge. The pond appeared to be frozen solid nevertheless he cautiously placed his boot down on the ice and gradually applied more weight until both feet were firmly planted on the frozen surface. He inched forward step by step, cautiously making his way across the pond. He was just about halfway there when he heard a crack and the ice began to give way beneath him. It was more of a reaction than anything else. Ricky's hands felt cold as intense fear coursed through him. He had braced for the cold embrace of the water beneath but it never came. to his amazement the spot had frozen over once more and his feet were safely planted on the ice. He was shaking with exhilaration as the reality of what happened set in. He had an idea. He thought of the scariest moments of his life and let his fear build up but kept it under control as best he could. He began to feel cold inside and followed that feeling, channeling it into his arms and down to his fingertips. Suddenly a jet of ice burst forth from the pond beside him. The icy jet was jagged and climbable, leading up to the opening in the rock face. He ascended the ice spike and entered to find a spacious cavern leading to an elaborate system of tunnels likely carved by ancient man. He delved deeper and deeper into the cavern system, which was dimly lit and damp. In the deeper reaches, there were cave paintings seemingly depicting early humans manipulating elements and depictions of different emotions. Ricky was beginning to put the pieces of the puzzle together. His family had lived in this region for generations and he now had no doubt his ancestors had something to do with these tunnels. He checked his watch and noticed that it was getting late but he couldn't control his curiosity and simply had to know what lay at the end of this tunnel maze. At last he entered a large room with five doors and each of them had a symbol on it. It seemed that each door was meant for a certain elemental ability. This was strengthened by the presence of all the elements in this place. Ricky strode up to the door with the water markings and tried to focus. He thought again on all the fears in his life and focused it at the door. The water obeyed, spraying and freezing on the door which then opened, the stone slab sliding away into the wall. Inside the small room was a chest. Inside was a jacket and sword, both of them possessing the water markings from the door. The sword was freezing to the touch and seemed to be made from an extremely hard ice that wouldn't melt. Ricky took them and started heading back towards home. What was the purpose of these items? Were there others with elemental abilities? Most importantly, what did all of this mean for Ricky and his future? These were the questions on Ricky's mind as he arrived at home, greeted his family, and ascended the stairs to his room. He lay on the bed exhausted but exhilarated, and as he closed his eyes to go to sleep he knew only one thing for sure. To find the answers he would have to go back.
By Ryan and Leann2 years ago in Fiction
