BOOK I : THE DAWN OF NIGHT
i have taken ideas from almost all books i have read...
(hey everyone does that dont they? ;] )
But mostly from lord of the rings, harry potter , percy jackson , hunger games and divergent
Chapter 1
THE BEGINNING OF DARKNESS
Stories have existed from time uncounted. They were stories of lessons great or small, they were fables or fairy tales. Many deal with stories which are a part of the world, about heroes who cope up with thier complex lives. But whatever the story may be, they have never failed to influence lives.
My tale is woven with the yarns of imagination. Coloured with different hues. It is a sad tale. It is full of darkness, pain and treachery. But still it may lift up your hearts with hues of friendship, bravery and loyalty. The tale is set up in a place called Qhuilyenn.
It was a day of celebration for the Estelimiel family, and not only for them but also their friends and relatives, for it was the marriage of the eldest son of late General Arthur Estelimiel, who was much respected as he had sacrificed himself in the Great War of Third Age. The magnificent 'Voyage of Elenmist' sailed proudly in the Great Meridian ocean as the people on board made merry on this joyous occasion.
"Aerion don't get nervous." Mrs.Estelimiel said for what seemed like for the millionth time.
"Mom, I am not nervous." Her son replied standing infront of full length mirror. The mirror reflected a tall man with tanned, sun kissed skin. His short brown hair was neatly combed and pulled back. His sea green eyes were bright with enthusiasm. He wore a elaborate frockcoat and a waistcoat over it with silver embroidery. It was well decorated and quite embellish. Behind him stood a lean, elderly woman in a grayish-brown satin and silk decorated with embroidery and sequins, consisting of small embroidered flowers scattered throughout the dress. She had long brown hair, reaching upto her waist, with a few streaks of grey. She resembled closely to her son. Her warm brown eyes were filled with pride as well as concern.
"I still don't think it is a good idea." Aerion suddenly said, his mood falling down.
"What are you talking about?" His mother asked although she knew where it was going.
"The whole getting-married-on-ship affair. Mother you know how powerful the thugs are getting."
Her mother shook her head and kissed his forehead passionately. "Don't think negative son. Nothing bad will happen. Those Black men of South wouldn't come tonight."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Son, I just want to do the things as thy father wanted." There were tears in her eyes as she spoke.
It was almost ten years since his father died. Still it was a sensitive subject. Aerion was twelve years at that time and the memory still fresh in his head. His sister on the other hand was only five. she did not remember much of a father. Aerion had taken up all her duties upon him. Never had he let anyone hurt her. He never let her feel the lack of a father. Aerion protected her as a lion as for its cubs.
"Well, where is thy sister?" She asked, determined to change the subject.
"Aerien... possibly somewhere in the party." He replied.
"Is she ready?"
"I don't think so." He said, a smile creeping on his lips.
She murmured something unintelligible under her breath, hurrying to search her. As she passed the feasting room, loud music and raucous laughter filled the air. A crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling, scattering shards of raidient light around the room, illuminating a large group of youths, dancing and chattering animatedly. In the midst of them was a familiar brunette, mingling with everyone else.
YOU ARE READING
THE LAST LIGHT
FantasyShe remembered the day the Great War came to an end. She was five at that time. Everyone was rejoicing but her mother cried, her brother had shut himself up in his room. They told her that her father was dead. But she did not understand, she did not...
