Preface:
This is a story I found while cleaning up. I read it and, from the text details, I can assume it was written awhile ago. The writing style is a bit different, I find.
Also, this story is more like a piece of a story, so it might be a bit confusing. If you want to know what happens next, either imagine it or ask me and I might make it its own story. In general, this goes for pretty much any story in this collection, but I thought I'd mention it here.
Enjoy!
--Ranen
P. S. I know the names are weird. Idk what I was thinking.
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The Story
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"Please Jakhu! Tell me I am wrong!" Renette's voice rang over the sound of the Bells playing the song that would put Jakhu forever into sleep. "Jakhu, No!"
But it was too late. Renette placed a pearl in Jakhu's hand. It turned into a small crystal of obsidian. "Kaju" Renette whispered "Dark magic is arising"
Renette placed Jakhu's body in a coffin to be buried by the guards. She took Kaju in her hand and called to the other Sisters. "Kirana! Yahiru!"
They came at once. "What is it, Renette?" Kirana asked
"I found Kaju" Renette replied. She opened her hand, revealing the dark obsidian crystal. Yahiru took it and placed it at the end of a series of spirit gems. "Another dark spirit" She sighed "When will it be over?"
A dark voice answered "Now"
"Lord Dracath!" All three Sisters gasped. Dracath snorted.
"It's Lady Dracath. But whatever. Fate will change. Death will delay. Riders be changed. Forever!" Dracath took Renette by the arms "I will take your spirit and change Fate!" She announced "Give it to me. Now!"
Renette glanced at her sisters. "Kira, Taleri. Yahi, Mercuri. Spirits, arise to physical form and forever be locked in spirit name!" Renette chanted. Kirana and Yahiru fell to the floor. Two gems appeared in Renette's hand. She connected them with her mind and said what she imagined to be her last words
"Farewell, Nicole Elise Draconodon Dracath"
And all there was
Was a rainbow gem.
Far away.
On the crest of Alloknar.
Ya-ki-ren.
YOU ARE READING
Twisted Roots: A Collection of Short Stories
Historia CortaShort stories I write whenever I feel like it, as well as stories found in clean-outs of old bins and boxes that I find were written well. Some may be confusing, that's alright. Imagine your own ending, your own rest of the story, or maybe someday I...
