The Mystics: Ellie's Tale
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
572
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Mystics: Ellie's Tale
Chapter One
Nightmares and Revelations
Ellie ran down the path, towards the Cottage door. Gasping for air, she banged on the door.
"Help! Help! Somebody, please open the door!" Glancing behind her at the dark hooded figure walking towards her with slow dilerbration. Sobbing she continued to scream for help. "Please help! Sombody! HELP!"
The figure is upon her, she feels as if he is drianing something from her. Weakneing she slids down to the ground. The blackness swirling around her. Then she wakes.
Bolting out of the bed, she ran to turn on the light. Her night-shirt damped with sweat. Shaking, she climbed back into bed, and began to calm down. Too scared to go back to sleep, she pulled the covers to her chin and laid there. She thought about her dream, or rather nightmare, for almost a year now. What does it mean? It felt so real. Knowing foster-mother will yell at her for leaving the light on, Ellie settled down to go back to sleep.
"Ellie, What the devil is this? The light has been on all night! Girl, get up, turn this light off, and get in the kitchen now! Now Ellie!" Jerking awake, Ellie ran to get dressed, turning off her buring light, Ellie ran to her foster-mother's voice.
"Ellie, what have I told you about leaving that light on all night. It costs us fuel to leave it on all night. It costs money to leave it on all night, fuel we do not have. You'll think your afraid of the dark, leaving that light on"
"But foster-mother, I had a dream last night, it was horrible. There was a man, he was like draining something from me. I cried and cried for help, but noone would come."
"Ellie, your 13 years tomorrow, your to old for having nightmares, now go do your chores before I get cross."
"Yes, foster-mother." Ellie replied with a gloomy voice. Running out to the barn, she threw open the door. Her foster-brother was already there, doing his chores.
"Hey, Els." Jacob called out.
"Mornin." came the muffled reply. Not looking up so he couldnt see the tears on her cheek. Foster-Mother's harsh words was something she should be used to, but instead it pains her everytime. Foster-Mother never dismisses Jacob like that, she loves Jacob, she thought sourly.
"What going on, Els? Wake up on the bad side of the covers?" Jacob asked.
"Nothing, just feeling down in the dumps."
"Well, we can always trade chores, then you will be dealing with the dumps."
Sighing Ellie told Jacob that she was in a rotten mood, and didnt feel like being cheered up.
"O.K., I can take a hint when forced", he supplied, "just call me when you want to laugh again." Smiling despite herself, Ellie started her chores. Opening the stall door, to Bessie's stall, the only cow that they owned, she went in and said hello to the old girl.
"Bessie, girl, it is time for the milking." She said getting the stool and bucket, and settled down. Bessie looked at her for a moment and went back to munching on the hay. Grabing Bessie, Ellie sat downand began to fall into a rythmitic state of trance. Having milked Bessie a thousand times over, her mind wondered to different things. Thinking about a story Foster-Mother told one night, was the one of the first things that poped into her mind.
The story was about her homeland, Orian. The author said that Orians came from somewhere else, that we came from a distant land, Foster-Mother scoffed at that. Ellie thought it might be true, that what if they were from somewhere else. Their Ancestors must have been very powerful if that happen. The book also gave a short history on the Mystics and Summoners, on why they opposed one another so much. The Mystics believed that one should govern themselves and have a free will. And that there was one ruler of light, and he was the almighty powerful Mage. The very first Mytic. The Summoners, of course, believed the complete opposite. That those who had magic should govern all people. Free-wills? Forget about it, and their god was pure evil. He didnt care who it was, in the end, he wanted all of the people's soles. There was a war that was fought over these conflicting issues, and it was devasting to the land and people. Ah, but that story is meant for another time, Ellie is almost done with Bessie.
The rest of her chores were so mundane, that Ellie slept walked through the rest of it. Wash the morning dishes, milk Bessie, sweep and mop, dust, and bring water up from the creek, and etc. Life was plain and routine, nothing out of the ordinary, or so she thought.
Nightmares and Revelations
Ellie ran down the path, towards the Cottage door. Gasping for air, she banged on the door.
"Help! Help! Somebody, please open the door!" Glancing behind her at the dark hooded figure walking towards her with slow dilerbration. Sobbing she continued to scream for help. "Please help! Sombody! HELP!"
The figure is upon her, she feels as if he is drianing something from her. Weakneing she slids down to the ground. The blackness swirling around her. Then she wakes.
Bolting out of the bed, she ran to turn on the light. Her night-shirt damped with sweat. Shaking, she climbed back into bed, and began to calm down. Too scared to go back to sleep, she pulled the covers to her chin and laid there. She thought about her dream, or rather nightmare, for almost a year now. What does it mean? It felt so real. Knowing foster-mother will yell at her for leaving the light on, Ellie settled down to go back to sleep.
"Ellie, What the devil is this? The light has been on all night! Girl, get up, turn this light off, and get in the kitchen now! Now Ellie!" Jerking awake, Ellie ran to get dressed, turning off her buring light, Ellie ran to her foster-mother's voice.
"Ellie, what have I told you about leaving that light on all night. It costs us fuel to leave it on all night. It costs money to leave it on all night, fuel we do not have. You'll think your afraid of the dark, leaving that light on"
"But foster-mother, I had a dream last night, it was horrible. There was a man, he was like draining something from me. I cried and cried for help, but noone would come."
"Ellie, your 13 years tomorrow, your to old for having nightmares, now go do your chores before I get cross."
"Yes, foster-mother." Ellie replied with a gloomy voice. Running out to the barn, she threw open the door. Her foster-brother was already there, doing his chores.
"Hey, Els." Jacob called out.
"Mornin." came the muffled reply. Not looking up so he couldnt see the tears on her cheek. Foster-Mother's harsh words was something she should be used to, but instead it pains her everytime. Foster-Mother never dismisses Jacob like that, she loves Jacob, she thought sourly.
"What going on, Els? Wake up on the bad side of the covers?" Jacob asked.
"Nothing, just feeling down in the dumps."
"Well, we can always trade chores, then you will be dealing with the dumps."
Sighing Ellie told Jacob that she was in a rotten mood, and didnt feel like being cheered up.
"O.K., I can take a hint when forced", he supplied, "just call me when you want to laugh again." Smiling despite herself, Ellie started her chores. Opening the stall door, to Bessie's stall, the only cow that they owned, she went in and said hello to the old girl.
"Bessie, girl, it is time for the milking." She said getting the stool and bucket, and settled down. Bessie looked at her for a moment and went back to munching on the hay. Grabing Bessie, Ellie sat downand began to fall into a rythmitic state of trance. Having milked Bessie a thousand times over, her mind wondered to different things. Thinking about a story Foster-Mother told one night, was the one of the first things that poped into her mind.
The story was about her homeland, Orian. The author said that Orians came from somewhere else, that we came from a distant land, Foster-Mother scoffed at that. Ellie thought it might be true, that what if they were from somewhere else. Their Ancestors must have been very powerful if that happen. The book also gave a short history on the Mystics and Summoners, on why they opposed one another so much. The Mystics believed that one should govern themselves and have a free will. And that there was one ruler of light, and he was the almighty powerful Mage. The very first Mytic. The Summoners, of course, believed the complete opposite. That those who had magic should govern all people. Free-wills? Forget about it, and their god was pure evil. He didnt care who it was, in the end, he wanted all of the people's soles. There was a war that was fought over these conflicting issues, and it was devasting to the land and people. Ah, but that story is meant for another time, Ellie is almost done with Bessie.
The rest of her chores were so mundane, that Ellie slept walked through the rest of it. Wash the morning dishes, milk Bessie, sweep and mop, dust, and bring water up from the creek, and etc. Life was plain and routine, nothing out of the ordinary, or so she thought.