Hearts of Stone.

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Laura McGillicuddy             12A

Hearts of Stone

Fleet feet made their way up the mountainside. The soles of boots just skimming across the dirt cut path.  Fog, a dense blanket that hung about like the dreary dusk enveloped the world, everything becoming stained a murky grey in its wake.  The cold nipped as the two figures slipped past both rock and tree with inaudible movements, as smooth as the finest silk.  Light was quickly lacking and the pair, decided with an unspoken agreement, that camp should be made.

Veering off the pathway, and into the dense forest heart where prying eyes could not follow they strode, no words being past between them.  The fog seemed to lessen here, the blurred objects becoming sharper but the dense canopy above them shielded all the soothing blue aura of the moon from them.  Then, their eyes did not need the aid of light.  One maid and one man, each with hair as silvery as the flowing gowns of the stars, and eyes of crystalline blue, each set with obsidian orbs.  Their figures where slender, tall and swift; that of the elves of the Far North.

Firewood was gathered and time ebbed away before the woman found her voice, as velvety as the skies of the night.

“Amelin, what of the paths.  Shall we make our way to the Old Kingdom at first light?”

Curious eyes rose to meet the woman’s, stained the red-orange of blood in the fire’s radiance, “That we shall. The less time we waste the better – We can’t miss the ceremony of light in the North.   It would disrespect our people, Lania..”

A contempt filled glare was thrown toward his form as a slender brow quirked fractionally upon Lania’s features.  “Don’t get smart with me, I know the customs of our people.”  She spat in retort.

Now it was the man’s turn to glare, animosity sparked between them like the embers burning deep in the heart f the fire, and things would have most certainly heated between the pair, as they had so many times before, had it not been for a noise rustling within jade bushes beside their spot of rest.  Both pairs of eyes flicked instantly, pointed ears pricked up and their hands hovered uneasily above the swords sheathed their sides.  Amelin was first to stand, and venture toward the disturbance, followed by Lania, her iridescent silvery hair rippling behind her in an unfelt breeze.

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Suddenly a form flopped from the bush and staggered before them, before toppling to one side after a feeble attempt at running.  It was little more than a foot tall, and it was quite strange to the eye; coloured with an azure hue, and it looked like a cross between a young woman, and a fairy, for it had the slender figure and features of the woman, but the wings and airy features of the fairy kind.  Amelin jumped, taken aback by the creature, whilst Lania cast him a smug grin, obviously ‘impressed’ by his lack of confidence with ...

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