Post by Emrys on May 27, 2008 13:34:27 GMT -5
Please note: This is NOT a finished story. In fact, every day it will get larger. I have only just started it. So please don't complain about it being unfinished.
Also, I'm warning you that I get a lot of this from my dreams so please don't complain about any of it; for instance, the name Emrys I knew was going to be in it long before I made this board.
Enjoy!
“Oh come on! It’ll be fun!” This phrase kept echoing around in Lugh’s head, over and over again. That was how it had sounded, when his parents had phrased it. But then again, his parents could do that with anything; it was a necessary skill for all writers, and unfortunately for Lugh both his parents fell into that category. Well, the way that his parents had said, the dance would be fun, and exciting, and he would get to meet new people! Instead, here he was stuck looking glumly out at a sea of people, slowly milling , doing what probably seemed to them a credible imitation of mature dancing, but what from where Lugh was situated looked more like a credible imitation of a wallowing hippopotamus. In fact, even the children – Hah! Calling them that was an insult to anyone below the age of 18 – were wearing somber expressions on their face, swaying back and forth. Fat chance of making friends with these weirdoes! Although, to tell the truth, Lugh was pretty weird too.
For one thing, there was the color black. Not that there was anything wrong with it, it was just that it was the only color Lugh wore. He wasn’t Goth, or depressed, or a wanna-be vampire, he just only wore black, and he didn’t seem to have any choice about it. Once he had gotten up early in the morning and put on a pair of blue jeans, only to find halfway through science that they had faded to a definite black. And it wasn’t just the main color! The adhesives to stripes mysteriously wore out overnight, insignias vanished, and socks or hats of any color other than black got lost at a speed others believed to be impossible to attain, even for a beam of light. And that was when he could even find clothing of any color other than black. Almost every shop he had ever shopped at had their entire colored stock sold out the day before Lugh arrived, and anything not sold out was way too expensive in his mother’s eyes, or rather her wallet. He would have found it odd had it not been going on his whole life.
For another thing, there was his name. Honestly; Lugh? What sort of a name was that? According to his mom, it was the name of a god in some old, worn-out religion no one even remembered. It also meant ‘Snake’ in some obscure language known, apparently, only to his parents, and even they had a dim grasp of it.
In any case, there was no chance of being able to socialize with any of them. Not that he wanted to, it was just that he was extremely bored. He tried staring through the doorway at the oak walls inside the giant dance room; it didn’t help. He tried looking behind him at the traffic lights or at the metal grille gate; that only got him thinking about how long it would take for his parents to be done and drive him back. So he sighed, crossed his legs, and occasionally moved out of the way for someone to leave or enter the dance room.
Suddenly he noticed a boy sitting – no, standing – right beside him, almost on the edge of the small staircase (only three stairs) that he, and the new boy, were both precariously perched on. That was odd – how could he have thought he was sitting? He was clearly standing… or was he? Lugh peered closer at the legs and got the shock of his life: the legs were entirely covered in fur. Not hair; fur. It was a combination of red and brown, looking like leaves recently fallen from trees. I have got to be dreaming this! he thought to himself. “Aah…” he stammered, “Are you a… faun?”
“Full marks for perception!” said the faun with a grin. “You deserve a medal!” He sat down, as much as that was possible for a faun (Lugh didn’t quite see how he did that) and looked up lazily at Lugh, his eyes lidded. It seemed as if an idea had abruptly occurred to him, an appearance quickly confirmed when he stood back up (Lugh almost saw how he did it this time) and said, “I seem to have completely forgotten my manners! Sorry… Llyron Kosthene, at your service!”
“Uh…” stammered Lugh. “I’m Lugh Caldwell." Then he got a grip on himself. "Look, what are you doing here? I mean, it's not exactly common, wandering around and occasionally chatting with a faun or two. And don't even think about giving me the "Faun and games" joke, I know that one."
"You're a resourceful man, then." the faun joked.
Also, I'm warning you that I get a lot of this from my dreams so please don't complain about any of it; for instance, the name Emrys I knew was going to be in it long before I made this board.
Enjoy!
The Shattered Lands
“Oh come on! It’ll be fun!” This phrase kept echoing around in Lugh’s head, over and over again. That was how it had sounded, when his parents had phrased it. But then again, his parents could do that with anything; it was a necessary skill for all writers, and unfortunately for Lugh both his parents fell into that category. Well, the way that his parents had said, the dance would be fun, and exciting, and he would get to meet new people! Instead, here he was stuck looking glumly out at a sea of people, slowly milling , doing what probably seemed to them a credible imitation of mature dancing, but what from where Lugh was situated looked more like a credible imitation of a wallowing hippopotamus. In fact, even the children – Hah! Calling them that was an insult to anyone below the age of 18 – were wearing somber expressions on their face, swaying back and forth. Fat chance of making friends with these weirdoes! Although, to tell the truth, Lugh was pretty weird too.
For one thing, there was the color black. Not that there was anything wrong with it, it was just that it was the only color Lugh wore. He wasn’t Goth, or depressed, or a wanna-be vampire, he just only wore black, and he didn’t seem to have any choice about it. Once he had gotten up early in the morning and put on a pair of blue jeans, only to find halfway through science that they had faded to a definite black. And it wasn’t just the main color! The adhesives to stripes mysteriously wore out overnight, insignias vanished, and socks or hats of any color other than black got lost at a speed others believed to be impossible to attain, even for a beam of light. And that was when he could even find clothing of any color other than black. Almost every shop he had ever shopped at had their entire colored stock sold out the day before Lugh arrived, and anything not sold out was way too expensive in his mother’s eyes, or rather her wallet. He would have found it odd had it not been going on his whole life.
For another thing, there was his name. Honestly; Lugh? What sort of a name was that? According to his mom, it was the name of a god in some old, worn-out religion no one even remembered. It also meant ‘Snake’ in some obscure language known, apparently, only to his parents, and even they had a dim grasp of it.
In any case, there was no chance of being able to socialize with any of them. Not that he wanted to, it was just that he was extremely bored. He tried staring through the doorway at the oak walls inside the giant dance room; it didn’t help. He tried looking behind him at the traffic lights or at the metal grille gate; that only got him thinking about how long it would take for his parents to be done and drive him back. So he sighed, crossed his legs, and occasionally moved out of the way for someone to leave or enter the dance room.
Suddenly he noticed a boy sitting – no, standing – right beside him, almost on the edge of the small staircase (only three stairs) that he, and the new boy, were both precariously perched on. That was odd – how could he have thought he was sitting? He was clearly standing… or was he? Lugh peered closer at the legs and got the shock of his life: the legs were entirely covered in fur. Not hair; fur. It was a combination of red and brown, looking like leaves recently fallen from trees. I have got to be dreaming this! he thought to himself. “Aah…” he stammered, “Are you a… faun?”
“Full marks for perception!” said the faun with a grin. “You deserve a medal!” He sat down, as much as that was possible for a faun (Lugh didn’t quite see how he did that) and looked up lazily at Lugh, his eyes lidded. It seemed as if an idea had abruptly occurred to him, an appearance quickly confirmed when he stood back up (Lugh almost saw how he did it this time) and said, “I seem to have completely forgotten my manners! Sorry… Llyron Kosthene, at your service!”
“Uh…” stammered Lugh. “I’m Lugh Caldwell." Then he got a grip on himself. "Look, what are you doing here? I mean, it's not exactly common, wandering around and occasionally chatting with a faun or two. And don't even think about giving me the "Faun and games" joke, I know that one."
"You're a resourceful man, then." the faun joked.
