fantasy
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The Sentencing
The Greshan government funded a series of military operations with the objective to gain intel on the nation of Aneth and monitor their movements. They suspected Aneth of performing terrorist acts against our nation. This was after the war started with Weslayan during a time of panic and uncertainty. So the objective was clear on the surface. But underneath the nuances and military jargon was an underlying mission not explicitly stated, but was an added caveat:
By Jacob Viser6 years ago in Futurism
Spirited Owl
It was a late night in the farmlands of Illinois. Stars flooded the sky over the rooftops of the small town of Scottsdale. The year had been alright so far, but on this date every year, something strange happens. The people of the town all claim to see the return of the battle worn barn owl companion of General Ronald J. Levewhitts soaring over the trees and through the moonlight. Searching for the camp at which he was sent from.
By Zachery Lee6 years ago in Futurism
Universe in your Eyes
I saw her sitting by the side of the road, in quiet waiting contemplation. She sat atop two luggage cases - one laying down on its broad side, the other stac0ked upon the first in a precarious arrangement, as if she was daring the wind to topple her from her perch. The hairline implications of her daring pose atop this ill-planned arrangement, drew me to stop and offer assistance. At first it seemed that she hadn't noticed my arrival; her raven-black hair flowing with the breeze the only movement. I rolled down the window on my truck and leant out. "Excuse me ma'am? Do you need a ride? I'm heading into town..." was all I could manage before her startling emerald-green eyes were locked onto mine, with an intensity I'd never experienced before, as if she was reading my soul. For what felt like an eternity, I was locked in her searching gaze. Then she smiled, breaking the hypnotic trance, and politely accepted my offer. The afternoon glow of the sun soon disappeared behind the horizon, replaced by a brilliantly bright full moon, as we approached her destination. I'd lost sense of time and place somewhere along the winding roads of the foothills. I'd grown up in these parts, familiar with even the most remote of places, but now I'd become displaced. What was I doing here? Turning to the Lady with the Emerald Eyes, I noticed she was wearing a silver pendant in the shape of what looked like a barn owl. It somehow seemed familiar to me. Looking to her face, about to ask about her pendant, I found myself once again hypnotised by her gaze. After what seemed another eternity, she finally broke contact. I intended to ask where we were and how I was to find my way back out, when she simply stated: "It's late. Stay the night.". I nodded my assent, and for the first time noticed that within the emerald irises of her eyes, there was a fiery ring of orange flecks surrounding her pupils. Strange, I hadn't noticed this before. The log cabin was vast and spacious, a fire ablaze in the living room as warm greeting upon entering through the heavy rosewood front door. From the outside it looked like a small single story modest abode, but as I looked around I noticed a vast staircase leading to a U-shaped open upper level. It appeared to house many rooms; 9 doors at a count. I asked the Lady with the Emerald Eyes how many people reside here. I could hear conversations and smell food being cooked, coming from what I assumed was the kitchen just beyond the foyer of the living room we'd just entered. A look of curiousness crossed her face, followed by a small smile, the only answer. She motioned for me to follow her upstairs, and showed me in to the first room. Turning down the bed and motioning to the adjoining bathroom, she placed a towel and washer on the end of the bed. "I have some spare clothes that will fit you. Please take a shower and I will bring them in, along with supper.", she explained before closing the door. Looking around the room, I surveyed a huge redwood four-poster bed, draped with sheer curtaining, adorning a crest with the same barn owl symboled pendant I'd noticed on the Lady with the Emerald Eyes. The room was adorned in ruby red and emerald green furnishings. In the corner, a fireplace burned warm and cosy. After showering and dressing, I devoured the supper on the nightstand which had been left for me. Although it was hearty and delicious, I couldn't place what exactly the stew consisted of. I was about to head downstairs to take my dishes to the kitchen, when I suddenly felt very sleepy. Placing the dishes back on the nightstand, I decided to have a quick little rest before venturing on. ****** Groggily rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I looked around. Where was I? Why is it dark? Do I smell...hay? And what is that sound? I feel around with my hands, and am startled by an errupting flash of light and heat....of fire, all around me. In panic, I yell out for help. What is this? Why am I here? Wait, what are these chains around my ankles? I scream for help again, and this time my pleas are heard. The Lady with the Emerald Eyes appears. Her eyes and the owl pendant are glowing with the light of the inferno between us. Suddenly, her gaze locks me in place again, and I hear her voice in my head: "You know what to do. It was always in you. Come away with us, be free.", and with that, her body shrank into the pendant on her chest, replaced by a raven-black feathered owl with those same emerald eyes. I looked down upon my own chest and saw, and remembered. I had seen this owl in my dreams my whole life. Then, an owl pendant formed in the middle of my chest, protruding, glowing. It shined like the stars of a thousand galaxies, burning my chest with hot and cold fury. I remember, I remember! Closing my eyes, a haunting chant floods my mind: "...on the day of the full moon, In the dead of night, The all powerful spring equinox, Heralds the Chosen in flight..." Suddenly, I was up in the air, soaring out of the barn and into the night sky. No longer in harm's way. No longer tethered to ground. Soaring amongst the sea of stars, higher and higher. Amongst my family, The Chosen. Free. Now is the time. We must prepare for our final trip, our finally battle. To take back Earth and rid our mother planet of the evil Humans who have taken to destruction and mayhem, both above and below. Thankfully their meat makes a delicious stew...waste not want not.
By Levi Kimlin6 years ago in Futurism
Mother Earth
Daylight gives way to night, as inevitable as life giving way to death. The furtive returning of that which is known to that which is unseen and murky in shape and substance. Since the Earth has become scorched and barren, nighttime sounds have given way to a silent unease. Gone was the pulse of life that carried through from dusk to dark. The womb that was once our mother was now stark, dry, and lacking life-sustaining breath.
By Katie Brown6 years ago in Futurism
Falling Sons
Previously. . .Gabel and Lucifer's bounty party found Delilah and her friends. Tatyana was gravely wounded and Gabel delivered Delilah to his father, Lucifer, only to discover that he would not make good on his promise. This is how their journeys continue...
By L. M. Williams6 years ago in Futurism
“Don’t who me”
As I wake to the screams, I quickly remind myself that this is normal; one man screaming and the other absorbing. I sit on my bed trying to collect my thoughts and also translate the scene that is unfolding before me. I’m still actually a little confused as to why the one is yelling and even more confused with the one just standing there. One of those questions gets answered almost as if they heard my thoughts. As the screamer raises his hand to make contact with the other, the much larger (and extremely absorbent) man puts his arm up in defense.
By Theo Hipen X6 years ago in Futurism
In the Twilight
In the twilight before the break of dawn a wail pierces through the silence. In the trees surrounding the cabin was a small flock of different types owls, not often seen together but this night was special. One owl that stood out from all of the rest had a face of white which trailed down the chest and belly while the wings and back feathers were the color of wheat. A simple barn owl to most but to the baby inside the cabin a guide. As the sunlight rose up above the horizon the owls took off into the morning light all but the one lone owl who remained on the peak of the roof.
By Melanie Osterholm6 years ago in Futurism
Unknown Fated
I was only a child when my guide first contacted me. The messages were subtle at first; golden rays of sun breaking through gray clouds to shine before me. Gold was ever present in my dreams, as clothes, decorations or sudden flashes. Though, it wasn’t until the owl appeared that I finally realized who was to be my guide.
By Kiara Brae6 years ago in Futurism
Cali'Annas Dreaming
"Wake up, wake up, it's time for school," A faint voice is heard. Cali'Anna wasn't waking. She had had a long day, and an even longer night. She had spent the day preparing for the schools talent show. She was exhausted. Her talent was singing. However, when she sang, things around her would happen, but others didn't seem to notice it was because of her singing. Cali'Anna has a sweet voice when she spoke, but her singing voice was incredible.
By Felicia Sapp6 years ago in Futurism
The Silent Lechuza and me
The silent Lechuza and me By Faith Stuard Silence is what I heard when a large barn owl swooped down just inches from my face. It is what I had been waiting for all night, the chance to see this beautiful creature again with all her gorgeous colors from shaded browns on her wings to white feathers adorning her face and body, her body was made for a silent flight, I called her Lechuza which means barn owl in Spanish. I lay quietly, I was hidden in a large pile of wildly thrown hay over the dirt floor of the barn. I used it to wait patiently for hours on this honey- like night sweet but sticky, evident by my clothes clinging to the layer of sweat that was dripping down my body. Some people say that I am too old to still play out in the barn whispering to the animals, but I don’t feel that way I’m only 16 years old. I have a lot of time to be grown up when that time comes , but for now my only responsibilities were to care for the animals on my families farm that we came to live in during the summers the rest of the year we lived in a big fancy house full of all the electronics a kid or teenager could want but I never liked it there , I never felt at home there , I felt like that here with all of my animals around me , my name is Katherina , I’m 16 years old , I’m was raised but a family of vampires from the age of 2 , and to answer your question I am not a vampire well not yet anyways , I plan on being turned when I turn 21 and go through the ceremony that will allow me to become a vampire, in my vampy family there’s Tessa my mom , Robert my dad and little Joey and Johanna my younger siblings, they were born as vampires , they were the real deal they drink blood , have super strength and can charm anyone who’s mental guard isn’t up , I was taught form a very young age how to keep my guard up and keep my mind protected . My dad likes to test me at random times throughout the day to make sure I am getting comfortable and letting my guard down, the feel of someone trying to get into your mind is like nothing I have every experience, it starts like a hand caressing your mind to draw you in, get you comfortable then take over your thoughts thus making you a slave to their will until you die or the let you go. My family was nice and all, but I never felt like one of them I felt like a kid in front of the candy store with no money in their pockets watching all the other kids eating sugary goodness, I want to be changed into a vampire now, but my parent keeps telling me that it is too soon, I don’t really understand why, whether I am 16 or 21 does it really matter? It is a question that I ask myself on a daily sometimes hourly basis, there are many things I do not know but what I do know is that I want to live forever with my family as a vampire.
By Faith Stuard6 years ago in Futurism
The Wise One
Harold trudged up the steep hill—confident, yet mindful in his steps. The dew of dawn had yet been scorched, with oily moisture clinging to all it can. He learned his lesson the first time slipping. Quite a tumble that was indeed, and moreso fortunate not to have broken a bone. Atop the hill was a welcome opening into the Fabled Wood—an expansive forest on the outskirts of his village. How or why this seemingly manmade opening came to be was beyond him, but Harold was grateful for it, as it made his daily trek all the more straightforward.
By Jonathan Sud6 years ago in Futurism
