I was reading my diary, when I found a section that mention the MySpace blogging I used to do way back then. Which made me log into MySpace (I know right) and I found out that I have 100 (!!) blogs written there. I found this story, re-read it, and thought, "Hey, that's pretty good." So maybe you've read it, or not, either way, if your bored you can have a read.
Her world had never been more confusing…What where these creatures, and why where they here? She detested the idea of her land being destroyed; Everyone had worked so hard to raise it, and now these things were going to ruin it all. No, she would do anything, and everything in her power to stop them, this was not acceptable.
Ingrid looked about, realizing that the creatures had already destroyed most of her hidden city. The monuments celebrating her victorious moments against evil had fallen, as if they never happened. The thought enraged her…so much hard work, so many lost lives, and all they had left to remember them by where those monuments, but now even they were gone and forgotten. Startled by a sudden cool freshness on her arm, she looked up…Rain? Thunder roared far away, barely noticeable from where she stood. This was impossible. Rumeria had been underground, hidden from the rest of the world for centuries. It hadn't felt, seen, or heard rain since then, so why now?
…There must be a break in the shield…That could only mean one thing…
"Ingrid! Ingrid! There you are! Everyone has been looking for you, the creatures broke through the stronghold barrier. The guards can't hold them off for much longer, we need you…now!"
Everline panted each word out, she had obviously been running for a good time now.
"…Everline, I can't." Ingrid stared into the distance, searching the horizon for something she knew she would never find.
"What? No, you can't say that! We need you, now! Come! Come!"
Ingrid pulled away from Everline's tugs, ignoring her complaints and requests. Nothing was going to move her from this spot, she had wondered so far, for so long, and now that she was so close, she was not about to move.
"INGRID! Come on!"
Screams and yells could be heard now. Whatever these creatures where, they were getting closer every minute.
"Seriously, come! Can't you hear? You're fellow companions are falling dead at your feet and your staring into nothing! Come and save them, you know you're the only one strong enough to withstand they're magic. You're force fields are no comparison to anyone else's! Please, Ingrid!" Everline was panicking.
"Calm myself? I will do no such thing! People are dieing, Ingrid. You're friends are dieing!" "Everyone dies, Everline, sooner or later, what's the difference?"
Everline stopped and stared at Ingrid, she noticed that her eyes were long dead, and off in some other land, in some other time far away. It was no use, the creatures where at they're ankles now, surely they had already killed the guards and were invading the stronghold, eating and drinking every bit of Merdorian's potions. Becoming stronger with every swallow.
Both stared off into nothing, they're eyes searching the horizon for the one ray of hope that would never come. Suddenly the ground shook, Everline stumbled and fell on her knees, Ingrid stood perfectly poised, like a true definition of power and strength. Loved by hundreds, Loathed by millions, Ingrid ignored everything. Both criticism and compliments, it didn't matter to her. Another rumble, and the ground shook again.
"What could it be?" asked Everline, sitting on the ground, drawing in the ash covered sand with a broken twig. There was no response from Ingrid. She stood like a statue, her hair was the only thing that made you say she was a living human, and not a rock, as it gently danced and twirled in the wind like shinning rays of light, as dazzling as the gold the once standing monuments where made out of. Her power was not the only thing both men and women respected about Ingrid, as it was not as jaw dropping as her beauty and grace. She was slim, petite, but with just the right amount of curves. Her abs well chiseled and formed. Her arms, muscular, like a well-trained gymnast or swimmer, yet feminine. Her legs, strong, nothing jiggling or moving about as she strode with grace. When she walked, she seemed to be gliding along the ground, as if she were on ice. Ingrid was a head-turner, and desired by millions, even by the one person Ingrid was born and raised to hate…Svendrall.
Thunder broke the silence, Everline jumped to her feet and hesitantly looked around her, she had no idea what that sound was or where it came from. Ingrid laughed, easing the panic Everline felt.
"You've never heard thunder before, Everline?"
Ingrid broke from her trance and looked at the young, yet strong girl standing at her side. It was only now that Ingrid remember how much older she was. She had once lived above the ground, not hidden like a sewage rat, as she was now. Everline waited, her question unanswered. It wasn't that she had forgotten what rain was, it was that she was born underground, she was young and inexperienced, unlike Ingrid, who had seen everything, as rumors had it. The rumors weren't true though, Although Ingrid was hundreds of years old, she had not seen everything, which included Sunlight. When Ingrid lived above ground, volcanic eruptions had covered the sky in ash, masking sunlight, and converting every single minute of the day into night. It had been like that for thousands of years as the land tried to erase the past history of humans from existence. Undo all the evil and pain they had caused. Reversing time, back to the beginning and giving life one last chance. Time wasn't measured in minutes, hours, days, or even months. It was measured in years, and that was all. There was no "Afternoon" no "Morning" or "Evening."
Since light wasn't visible through the thick shield hovering above their heads, scientists didn't want to make everything more complicated. So they stuck with one single date "Day 1" as it was called.
There were no calendars, and no clocks to keep track of time, nothing but a single Herald. Passing through each town, announcing when another year had begun. Keeping track of how old you were was difficult, Ingrid had given up when she was around 267 years old. All she knew now was that she was well past 500. Everline, on the other hand, had been keeping track, and her promise to everyone was that she would keep track forever, which everyone doubted. Everline was known to be 70, a child in Ingrid's and the rest of the elder's eyes. Like every other female, her body had stopped aging at 20. Forever beautiful. Males where a bit different, they stopped aging at 40. Double the age, for double the importance. Which females found unfair.
"Hello, Ingrid?" Everline tugged on Ingrid's short, black, battle-torn skirt.
Not realizing she had slipped back into her trance, she shook her head and looked down at Everline.
"I asked what's thunder."
"Rain. It's part of rain."
Ingrid couldn't believe it. Everline knew so little. She was so naïve, and with every question she asked, the older Ingrid felt, although her appearance had cheated time.
"It's liquid, it was used to hydrate human bodies long ago, that's why we are injected at birth, to keep us forever hydrated, since there is no form of water down here…."
"Oh, yeah… I remember my mother telling about that."
"Then why do you ask now?" suspicion grew in the pit of Ingrid's stomach
There was silence, Everline had obviously made a mistake.
As Ingrid stepped backward, her eyes stayed focused on the seemly young, dark-haired girl sitting before her. Everline stood and walked toward Ingrid.
"Who are you?" Ingrid's voice was deep and ominous now. The kind that struck fear in the center of your heart.
"Ingrid, I'm Everline…What's wrong with you?"
"Your not Everline, Stay back."
As the two stepped in time, thunder roared across the sky, this time, right above them, shaking the ground. Ingrid lost her poise and fell backward. Just then a flash of light filled every inch around Ingrid. Everything disappeared, Ingrid felt warm, secure, and at that moment, she knew she wasn't underground anymore. Panic started to boil inside of her, but her constant military training gave her the ability to stay calm. As she stood and looked around, she noticed everything was a different color. No longer gray and black, but bright colors that stun your eyes a bit if you weren't used to them. What made the situation stranger then it was, was the fact that everything was…tangible.