City Seekers (Seekers of Londima)
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Ian leaned against a rough tree trunk, studying the newcomers in his small camp. As he watched them in the flickering campfire light, he could’ve sworn the ice-blue-eyed girl was gazing at him back.
But after a moment she was jumping to her feet and running over to the pointy-eared fellow, the one who talked all elegantly and mysteriously.
Ian’s nimble fingers picked up a nearby stick and began carving it with his pocket knife, almost as if with a mind of their own. He kept his eyes fixed on the somewhat panicked pair, his hands flying about the wood and silver knife with the nonchalant ease that only came from years of practice.
Before he knew it, the carving was complete. He glanced it, surprised to find he’d subconsciously hewn a little man with ears as pointy as wolf’s.
What were those kind of people called again? The ones with the odd ears?
He squinted at the guy with the horse and ice-blue-eyed gal again, struggling to remember their unusual names. It might’ve been the wavering shadows, but he could’ve sworn the girl’s ears were pointed, too…
The wind direction changed, now blowing the smoke from the campfire so that it veiled them from Ian’s view.
But through the gray haze, Ian’s wary eye caught the flash of movement – a shadow in the gloom slowly, silently, crawling towards the pointy-eared pair.
Just as Ian was getting a prickly, chilling sensation that something was terribly wrong, one of the girls in the group shouted, “SHAPE-SHIFTER!”
And the camp exploded into commotion. The newcomers were shouting and grabbing their weapons (
do they have weapons, guys?)and pretty much going insane.Ian was on his feet without even realizing he’d moved. What was a shape-shifter? It must be something dangerous if these people were reacting like this –
A solid shape hurled against Ian’s back, sending him sprawling to the dirt. Heart pounding, he jumped to his feet, sweeping the shadows beyond the campfire’s dancing ring of light with his gaze. He clutched his small pocket knife, which now felt woefully inadequate.
He began backing up, keeping his eyes fixed on the ghostly trees, which he knew concealed some sort of beast or other, watching him, waiting…
The group’s shouts rang out loud in the night behind him. Someone screamed, and Ian whirled around to see what was happening – who was hurt?
But just as he did, the creature pounced on him again, pinning him to the ground with gray paws.
He yelled in fright and rolled out from under the beast, but before he could scramble away, it flung itself onto his chest, leaning into his face with a throaty growl.
He lay there under its smelly weight, frozen. He stared into his yellow-fanged jaws, poised above him in a snarl. Now with the firelight full on its face, he could clearly see it was a huge gray wolf, missing its left eye.
The scarred, torn part of its face where it’s eye should’ve been almost seemed to look at him, and chills spidered up and down Ian’s back.
His hand groped for is knife, which had been kicked a few feet away in the scuffle, but no matter how much he strained, he couldn’t reach it.
Why isn’t it killing me? Ian wondered in dazed confusion. What’s it waiting for?
That question was answered right before Ian’s very eyes. As he looked into the wolf’s marred face, it changed. Gray fur elongated and turned a muddy brown. Its muzzle shortened. Its head widened, its back broadened, its slim legs tripled in size.
Until he was gazing into the face of an enormous, roaring brown bear missing one eye.
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So… yep.
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
That was so good! Dun dun dun!
So, I was looking through the copy of the story that my mom made, and I found some info that I thought I should post on here.
Although the “treasure” that is mentioned on this map isn’t explained further in the book, I can only assume it was one of the three great arti- facts that belonged to the Ancients. Larawen can tell you more about them, but they were a jeweled Harp of great value and beauty, a Bow and quiver of arrows specialized to hit their target no matter the distance or poor aim of the archer, and a Sapling.
[The tree] But it is said to have powers to preserve peace and prosperity in the community it grows in. It is a white tree, the only descendant of Silpion*, the white tree that was the first tree ever planted by our Creator. There is only one such tree in the world at a time; it blooms for many, many years. The lifespan varies so greatly there is not average. Some trees live for thousands of years, others for less than a decade. But once they bear a single seed, their time is near. You must pluck the seed when the leaves are silver and fairly glowing with light, otherwise it will not be fertile when you plant it and the tree will be lost forever.
The arti- facts were said to have kept the Lost City organized, safe, and prosperous. That’s why it was such a paradise. The Harp symbolized the minstrels who kept Londima full of music and laughter, while the Bow symbolized protection and se- curity, to keep Londima’s citizens safe, and the Tree symbolized peace and pros- perity. It would glow at night, thus making Londima full of light whether day or night. It was said to be… well, for lack of a better word, paradise there. “Unfortunately, the Great Beast came. It despised the light, hated the music, and longed so much to show its power that it defied the Bow. It stole away the Harp first, plunging Londima into sorrow and silence. Then it came and killed the archer who bore the Bow and threw it deep into the oceans of the world, while he scattered the arrows anywhere and everywhere. It is said that once the Bow is recovered, the arrows will return themselves to their quiver, but who knows? Then, he ravaged the city, searching for the young sapling that had just been planted. He killed many elves and the remnant fled. The city was completely de- molished; the once crystal clear streams polluted, the animals that lived their happily and peacefully became hunted, and the plants withered. But the tree…” Thinon looked off into the distance. “The Beast came to tear the tree up by its roots and crush it to pieces. But no matter how much it dug, how much it burned the little sapling’s leaves and trunk, how much it pulled and tugged, the sapling slipped through its clumsy claws. Its leaves did not burn, and its roots were too deep to be thwarted by digging. So the Beast left it, covered its light forever with the rubble of a thousand homes, and found its purpose guarding Londima from anyone and everyone. It was a great tragedy for the elves, one that will never be forgotten even if it is a legend.
So, yeah… I thought that might be helpful. It was from a paragraph by Kinnan. At some point I’ll post the character bios (not Holly’s as Jasmine changed her. Hers is on page 10.) too.
~Kylie
"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
Oh, I remember those!! We should add that into our “quest” somehow… Maybe Ian has one of the arrows or something? Thanks for posting that, Kylie!
And yes, Thwapling, great post. 🙂
Adrenaline flowed through Laragorn’s body as he yanked his bow and an icy miarith arrow from his quiver. “Stay behind me,” he ordered Nora, standing between her and the shadows swarming the camp. Narrowing his eyes, he counted at least four before the fire was doused everything became too much of a darkened frenzy for him to discern the right shapes.
“DIE, YOU VILLAIN!!!” someone – Arla, probably – shouted as a glowing ball of fire exploded from somewhere to Lagoron’s left. He stroked the fletching of the arrow, pulling his fingers back just as they froze into searingly cold icicles. Pulling the bowstring to his cheek, he held his breath once and released, reaching backwards for a normal arrow before the first struck a bear (at least, he thought it was a bear) who had pinned Ian. Whitish spirals shot out as the arrow sank into the bear’s flesh and, before long, it was nothing more than a shrunken form with its last moments of terror still frozen on his face (<– anyone get that?).
“Behind you!” Nora shrieked.
Lagoron whirled and barely managed to get an arrow into the shape flying over Radiance’s panicked form before it collided with him. A yelp escaped its scaly-but-somehow-also-fuzzy self as claws raced towards Lagoron’s face. He nearly broke his neck as he dodged, but the claws thudded into the dirt by his face instead of into his eyeballs. He kicked the thing off of him – it was surprisingly light – and drew his knives, swirling them as he glanced over to see how everyone else was faring.
Arla was hurling taunts at her opponent as they circled, smoke rising from the humanoid-like creature’s shoulder. Jason’s face was drawn and serious as he tried to force the snakish-thing he fought into the firepit. Ian was recovering, Bramber was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Nora.
He was out of time to search. His shapeshifter was as fast as the elf and seemed to be able to see in the dark, as well.
This wasn’t going to end well.
Thank you! XD *cue all the dramatic music*
And oooh, that’s so cool! @joelle-stone, if everyone else is good with Ian having one of the arrows, that’d be great
because I totally don’t have a plan for him.*cough*
Awesome pooooost, Joelle!
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Heyyyyy everyone. This scene is looking pretty fun!
(<– anyone get that?).
Haha! Yes! I mean, I think I do, hopefully I’m right and its the movie line I’m thinking of or else that would be really embarrassing. *laughs nervously*
Holly fell asleep as soon as her head hit her makeshift pillow, in spite of her attempt to keep awake. Her sword was still buckled to her belt and her boots still on her aching feet.
It felt like she had only slept moments when a scream tore her from her dreams. “SHAPESHIFTER!”
Holly jolted awake, eyes wide. She leapt to her feet, tripped over her cloak she had been using as a pillow, and fell hard on her back, head banging against a root. She squinted up at the canopy of leaves, and tried to make sense of what was going on.
Shapeshifters, why couldn’t she picture what they where? Where was she? Who was yelling? Then her mind cleared and she remembered. Wait, shapeshifters? Here?!?! Something slammed into Holly and sent her crashing into a nearby berry bush, the thing pinning her down. She looked up and saw the yellow eyes of what appeared to be a giant wolf, then her songsword came whistling out of it’s scabbard and ended the thing.
Holly scrambled to her feet and looked around. Lagoron was firing arrows left and right with Nora behind him, Arla was shouting insults at the enemy, Jason was shoving a snake-thing into the fire, and the new guy who’s name Holly couldn’t remember in her slightly confused state was shoving a frozen bear off of himself.
Holly clenched her jaw and swung her sword. A fiery and slightly desperate tune sang out in the night, coming from Holly’s sword. The shapeshifter closest to her screamed, and Holly cut him down.
“Why do evil monsters always chose three in the morning to attack?” She muttered, ducking under a claw, “What’s wrong with starting after breakfast?! Don’t your evil plans work just as well then?!!” Holly jabbed and leapt to the side, dodging another angry blow.
Hey, I have a idea. what if the group got captured? I don’t know what would happen then, but we could brainstorm.
Beautiful things don't ask for attention
Nora gasped as Lagoron pulled her behind him. She mentally cursed herself as she realized both her sword and the zifer were over by the campfire. Out of the corner of her eye, Nora saw a speeding shape flying towards them.
“Behind you!” Nora yelped. She hated feeling defenseless, but here she was—defenseless.
Making a split second decision, Nora ducked out from behind Lagoron and bolted to the fire, snatching up her weapons. She fastened the sheath around her waist and pulled the zifer out. It would be more useful than the sword right now. She glanced around, trying to locate her friends through the haze of smoke. Jason was throwing ninja stars here and there; Arla was distracting the enemy with some rather unflattering words while Limpitt shot fireballs from behind, turning them into ash. Ian was finally out from underneath the frozen shifter and was helping Holly out. The two created a whirl of destruction, and any hesitation from the shapeshifters they were fighting would mean death.
Then Nora spotted Lagoron and her heart sank to her toes. He was putting up a good fight… but he was losing.
"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
HEY WINGFEATHER FORUM FRIENDS!!!!!!!
Idk if y’all remember me, but it’s Denali Christianson from epochs ago…
Can I join whatever is happening here?
"The darkness is seldom complete, and even when it is, the pinprick of light is not long in coming."
@denali-christianson
AHHHH!!! DENALI!!!*jumps around like crazy*
I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!
*ahem*
Sorry about that 😛, but it’s been around a year since I “saw” you last. And yeah! I think you could join, if the others say yes. Some other featherheads and I are also doing a Wingfeather 5th book collaborative story/RP. The time travel story though, is kinda… dead. *sheds a quiet tear* Anyway, I’m really glad you finally got to join!
~Kylie Wingfeather
"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
KYLIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*joins Kylie in jumping around*
IKR I’ve literally missed all of you soooo much!!!! I finally decided to hunt you down and stop being miserable!
Would it be possible to, ya know, resurrect the time travel story? Or is that kinda not possible?… 😥
And yes! Lmk what everyone says about me joining the cool Featherheads here!
I haven’t read the fifth book, but when I do, brace yourself. I shall be coming with fire!!! 🙂
"The darkness is seldom complete, and even when it is, the pinprick of light is not long in coming."
I’m not sure if we could resurrect the time travel story, but who knows? *shrugs* Maybe now that you’re back we could get it going again?
I haven’t read the fifth book, but when I do, brace yourself. I shall be coming with fire!!! 🙂
Yay!!! I’ll put a link to it at the end of my post! you do mean reading what we’ve written, right? Because there’s no actual fifth book…
*ahem* Just ignore that!
Anyway, let me tag the people on here about you joining the story…
@joelle-stone (aka Kinnan)
@jasmine (Jazzyfresh)Hey y’all! What do you think about Denali joining the story?
"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
Ahhhhh! Why won’t it post the links!!!
"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
So, it won’t let me post the links 🤷♀️, so here’s the names of the forums (they’re both in the Fantasy Forum).
Wingfeather Saga 5th Book RP (second page)
Time Travel Collaborative Story (third page)
Hope that helps!
"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
We must try!!! It is my sworn duty. *places hand over heart and bows*
LOL I totally thought by fifth book that y’all meant Wingfeather Tales! Yes, excuse me while I go read what you’ve written, and then I shall jump in. (that is, if y’all are okay with that!)
*jumps in a celebratory circle* OH MY GOSH I LITERALLY AM SO HAPPY WITH THAT LIST OF NAMES YOU TAGGED THERE!!!!!!!!!! 🙂
"The darkness is seldom complete, and even when it is, the pinprick of light is not long in coming."
Hey y’all! What do you think about Denali joining the story?
I think that would be awesome! The more the merrier, at least as far as dying stories go.
Beautiful things don't ask for attention
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