I'm writing another story..you might remember the other one I started. Well this one is...almost the same lol. The beginning sucks, but I'm at the end of chapter 4 right now and it's getting good. I won't post the entire thing unless people want to read on. Even then I won't post the whooole thing because I'll want time to keep writing. Once again, the animals speak in italics, but when I copy and paste the story onto here, it doesn't do it in italics. So if you see something weird going on, that's probably the wolf speaking lol. I'm posting the prologue and about a third of chapter 1. Tell me if you want to read the rest of chapter 1.
Prologue
Tera screamed even louder than the last time. Another contraction. They were getting worse. Elsthapeth wiped the sweat away from her forehead. One more push. Tera heaved. Elsthapeth saw two tiny feet emerge from within. "She's breach!" she yelled to the other women. She could now barely see beyond the women's heads; they were crowded around Tera. She sighed with relief when she saw the baby emerge completely. Elsthapeth's own sister, Berta, was given a great honor; it was she who bit the umbilical cord in half.
The baby girl was set in her mother's arms. Tera smiled at her, panting. Suddenly a crazed look was in her eyes. "No..NO!" she screamed. She heaved and panted.
"Another one!" someone screamed.
Elsthapeth watched in anxiety as blood seeped from Tera. Too much blood, she thought. Finally, the baby came out. Elsthapeth smiled, and wiped the baby down. She handed the baby to Berta. She went to wipe down Tera and congratulate her. But Tera wouldn't look at her. She only looked straight ahead, with a blank stare. Elsthapeth shook her. Tera's hand slipped off the bed and hung there. "No.." Elsthapeth whispered. She dropped the rag. Everyone quieted and stared.
With tears running down her cheeks, she watched them cover Tera's body.
The babies lay in the cradle. The first one, small and perfect; with light hair and skin. The second; large and dark. You'd never have guessed them twin sisters.
Never.
Chapter 1
It was Tymber's time to go. They told her to find her spirit bond. They didn't tell her where to go, or what to do. They just told her to go and search. They said that she'd know what to do when it happened. Neolyn looked more confident than her. Her sister was sure that she'd have the strongest and cleverest spirit bond. "Maybe it will be a bear," she said. "They are very strong and wise. Stronger than your spirit bond will be atleast." She laughed at Tymber. "Maybe you'll get a fish." Tymber reddened at the thought. Her sister was always trying to find new ways to insult and humiliate her. Well, this time her sister will be the embarassed one, because Tymber was going to find the best spirit bond the village had ever seen.
She set off through the forest. Neolyn took the other side of the forest, saying that's where the animals were most common and that Tymber would take forever her way. Tymber wanted to take her time. If she was going to be with this animal her entire life, she wanted to choose wisely. She thought of taking the path, but she decided against it. This may be the only adventure she'd ever get. Might as well make it an interesting one. She veered off track and through the brush. She sang the old song "Sunn and Staar" and didn't even falter when her legs were prodded by prickles. She wondered how long this was going to take. Her caretaker, Berta, told her that her mother took two weeks to find her spirit bond. Tymber wondered if she would have an owl like her. Everyone said that Tymber looked just like her mother. Neolyn didn't look anything like her. Behind Neolyn's back, people often said that she had the same features as Jemma, the Dark God's second child. Tymber shivered at the thought. There wasn't any way she could deny that. Her sister even acted like a devil child.
She noticed that the sun was setting. She wasn't allowed to bring any supplies with her, so she'd have to find a cave or some other shelter for the night. She hiked another hour or so, and came across a small dark cave. She bent her head down and looked into it. She couldn't see anything in the darkness. "Hello?" she called. Echos bounced off the wall. She laughed and did it again. The echos were so amusing that she fell asleep inside the cave making noises.
When she awoke, she was immediatly hungry. She stepped out of the cave and walked until she came to a river. She was surprised and happy to see many large bottom feeders. She found a long stick and sharpened the end with a flat rock. She thought again about what Neolyn told her about having a fish for a spirit bond. She ignored the memory, and stepped into the cold water. As cold as it was, it was refreshing to her feet that suffered the long trip the day before. The fish didn't even move when she approached them. She jabbed the stick through a fish and brought it to shore. It writhed wildly on the ground. She tried to catch it before it made it's way back to the water. She leaped and grabbed the fish with both hands. Tymber gasped and cried out when both her hands were deeply cut by the fish's sharp barbs. She cringed at the blood that was pouring out onto the ground. "How stupid am I?!" she cursed outloud. Tymber ripped two peices of her shirt off and wrapped the fabric around both hands. The fish got away. "Now," she told herself, "here we go again." She slowly walked back over to where the fish were. This time, instead of holding position, the fish darted out every which way. Tymber stabbed the stick down wildly, trying any way to find a target. She only stopped when she stubbed her toe on a rock and fully emerged into the water. "Shoot!" she said. If it wasn't for the cold water, that would have been really painful. Right now she was just cold. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself. When she pulled them back, she noticed the blood all over her shirt. Her hands were still bleeding. And the water was turning red with it. "Well, this is certain to attract the fish atleast," she said, watching the red float down the river. It was only when she saw a slight fringe on the water when she remembered that blood can attract more dangerous things than fish! She turned and splashed to the shore. The water slowed her, and she felt like she was racing in a dream. She tripped onto the shore when the crocodile's jaws snapped within an inch of her feet. She sprang back, crawling backwards on all fours toward the trees. "Oh no, oh no, oh no.." she mumbled. Tymber looked around her for any weapon. She had dropped her stick in the water. The crocodile advanced slowly, then sprang forward. Tymber turned her head and waited. When nothing happened, she turned back. There, on top of the crocodile, was a dog! No! A wolf! A black wolf, growling in anger, tearing into the crocodile's tough skin. The crocodile reared and tumbled onto it's side. The wolf herded it into the water.
Tymber looked closely at the panting wolf. It stood there, with it's head down, staring at her with bright yellow eyes. His black muzzle was drenched with the crocodile's blood. He collapsed in front of her and lay his head on the ground. "You saved my life," Tymber told him. The wolf looked up at her and cocked his head, ears perked. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" Another thought occured to Tymber. "Are you...are you my spirit bond?"
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