Orianna - Rogue Story (FRIDAY UPDATES)

1. The Jump

Author's Note

Hey guys, I started Orianna over again, but it is coming on slowly. Here is the first part of the story I am "kind of" pleased with.

I will try and be consistent in updating - Every Friday, and when I have the chance some Wednesdays.

I could use any help by reading and commenting. Be ruthless - I do not mind. I am also not a native English speaker, so I'm guessing there are some grammar and spelling problems + those fun typos we all like :P 

If you happen to actually enjoy the story, by all means, VOTE.

Oh, almost forgot, since you asked, here you go @PrettyKitty8442 :D

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Why do cats like to walk on high things? Walls were one example of this particular fetish of theirs. If Mittens, Duskanbell's family cat, could talk she would just purr you away with her explanation. She would also explain to you that purring is the real language of cats. The meows were there just for show and yelling. It seemed that cats were really feeling at home on very high and thin wall surfaces. And if that was so, then Orianna was very dog about it. Not liking heights did not help the matter. The other thing that didn't help in this situation was that Orianna wasn't an actual cat but a fiendish looking humanoid. Mittens was yelling "Meow," from somewhere while Orianna was trying to balance herself on the outer wall of her family's estate. She was the only remaining child of the noble house Duskanbell. Falling down and getting her neck broken was not an option and not just because of her family's status. As far as Orianna was concerned, she couldn't care less about her family name. The "it's going to hurt" part of falling was what motivated her to balance herself on the forty feet high wall.

When she finally balanced herself, she steadily pulled out her sketch book and started drawing. Festival sounds came from the city center. It was the first night of the "Kindling."

"Wow, we're high. What is that, thirty, forty feet?" The pencil Orianna was holding, asked.

"Kotto, do we have to talk tonight?" Orianna replied.

"Well, yes," said Kotto in a slightly offended tone. "You could've taken an ordinary pencil. But you took the cursed one... So talk!"

"But you're the best drawing pencil I have. And you are always sharp," she tried explaining.

"Kh, khm... I am technically a mancil, we've been through this."

"Yes, yes I know. You are a human wizard trapped in a pencil." She sighed. "You know, I still never saw a human or a wizard for that matter."

"Well, you Egwar, as a society keep to yourselves. Other races just don't trust you. It's your look... I mean, you look like freaking ... "

"I know, we look like devils from the Hells. Never saw a real devil in my life either."

"And you better wish you don't. Nasty and evil creatures, those are."

"Maybe they're just misunderstood."

"Ugh," the pencil sighed while Orianna was using it to continue drawing. "Did I not teach you anything in the last five years?" There was no response from the egwar girl. "You plan on going to the festival?" The pencil tried to start the conversation going again.

"I can't," she replied. "Father said I must stay at home and work on my lady skills for my future fiancé." She said the last word in a high pitch, overly girly, mocking way. "I hate being noble." She scuffed at that notion.

"I see. So then, when are we going" A smile curled up on Oriannas face. Kotto knew her to well.

"As soon as I finish my drawing."

"OK, and what is it that you are drawing. Don't tell me you are drawing HIM again. Orianna it has been.."

"No! Shut up Kotto!" Orianna stopped him midsentence. She finished the drawing with two fast and angry strokes. She brought the drawing up to the light and looked at through one eye. It was just a sketch, but he was just as she remembered. Nervousness entered her body, and a shiver went through her almost putting her out of balance. "Orianna..." Kotto tried with a calm voice but he didn't have a chance to finish since Orianna shut her sketch book on him and jumped. She landed very skillfully. Mittens couldn't do it better herself. As a matter of fact, Mittens yelled "Meow" in amazement from a bush near where Orianna landed. She was very nimble when she got angry. Being angry helped her get focused. A fire would rise somewhere from within her and it would extinguish any fear and any thought she might have at that moment. In moments like that she did not think, she just did, and did it good. The festival sounds got louder as she approached the center.

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I know, I know it's short :( But this is just the bagining. It will get very intense, very soon, so stay tuned. Don't forget to comment and vote!

I will include a map as soon as I upload it somewhere, although you will not need it for this part of the story. ;)