i'm new here. Looking to meet people.

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“Normally I do not speak with murderous cowards, or traitors to their own side; but this is an exception. And I will give you a tip, sentries are supposed to watch out for escaped slaves. Not be ambushed by them.” - My book (no title yet)

Oh! Hello!

Welcome to the AU Forum! I know that you will have a great time here! If you need any help, just PM me or ask on here, and I will be glad to help!

Your writing a book??? That is soo cool!

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Welcome Miluiel!!

Wow.. quite the writer you are [at least that's what I can tell from the bit in your sig]! What's your book about? Are you planning on a writing career?

Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy the forum and I hope I'll see you around. Have fun!

~Larael

Greetings and miluiel. I'm Elenriel-Elen or EG for short. It is very nice to meet you. I am so glad you decided to join-I know you will fit right in. I think that is so neat you are writing a book? Any chance you will give us a slight preview of the story? Anyway, if you have any questions or just want to chat, feel free to pm me. Hope you are having a great time here and I will see you around!

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Thanks a lot for welcoming me! And I am extremely grateful for the positive comments on my writing. I am considering writing as a career but I am also interested in architecture and history. My book is about. Three unlikely heroines facing insurrmountable odds to save their world from the grip of a twisted prince who dabbled where he shouldn't have. There is Marie. She is an escaped slave with a hidden past who will stop at nothing to free those she left in captivity. She is a kind and loving person with a strong sense of right and wrong as well as an iron will. Princess Analiese is as firey as her red curls. Usually emotional and compulsive Analiese provides an enthusiasm to the otherwise professional group. Nolianne is a solomn and world wise elf. She was a wandering traveller before Findomun the wizard asked her to join the expedition. Beneath the thick shell however is a warm heart as we see later in the story. She is the chosen one of her people.

Anyway. That was a very brief summary for you. lol. looking foreward to hearing from you soon.

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"Attitude is contagis. Is yours worth catching?"
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“Normally I do not speak with murderous cowards, or traitors to their own side; but this is an exception. And I will give you a tip, sentries are supposed to watch out for escaped slaves. Not be ambushed by them.” - My book (no title yet)

so many nice people here

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"Attitude is contagis. Is yours worth catching?"
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“Normally I do not speak with murderous cowards, or traitors to their own side; but this is an exception. And I will give you a tip, sentries are supposed to watch out for escaped slaves. Not be ambushed by them.” - My book (no title yet)

Your story sounds great! I would love to read it!

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Thanks again. But I'v only written two chapters. Most of its planned out in my head though. If you want to read Chapter 1 I guess I could post it.

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"Attitude is contagis. Is yours worth catching?"
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“Normally I do not speak with murderous cowards, or traitors to their own side; but this is an exception. And I will give you a tip, sentries are supposed to watch out for escaped slaves. Not be ambushed by them.” - My book (no title yet)

That would be awesome! From the summary you gave, the plot sounded good. Good luck with your book!

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

There you go. A nice long read for you.

Chapter 1: Marie

The slave driver smiled a cold mean smile. Lines of starved tortured slaves wound across the landscape, pulling massive bocks of black stone. In the distance a half finished monolith of rock towered high above the earth. The wall was wide enough for five men to walk abreast. The shear height alone was enough to drive off any would-be attackers.

Marie glowered in the direction of the slave driver. Her gaze fell on the line next to hers. A small figure caught her eye. It was a child not more than seven years old. He struggled along; straining under the weight he was forced to pull. Her sharp gaze drew his attention. She quickly looked away. Her stomach growled she ignored the hunger she felt constantly in this dismal place. She took her daily bread ration from her pocket fingering it thoughtfully. It was all she had to eat till nightfall. Her thoughts drifted to the starved child, he needed the food more than her.

The two lines drew closer. When she was next to the boy, Marie slipped the meager portion into his pocket. Cori tugged her sleeve.
“Why did you do that!” she scolded “at this rate you’ll starve to death Marie”
Marie risked a glance back at her friend, “I would rather die than watch that child suffer and not help him”
“But you’re still young Marie! You need the food.” Cori begged “that’s already three this week!”
Marie focused her attention on an ant scuttling through the dirt. “I have been here a lot longer than most,” she paused “I have been like that child, hungry, without hope. That’s why I do it. Besides he needs it more than me.”
Cori considered this quietly, wordlessly admitting defeat.

She watched Marie silently. The slight seventeen year old was bent under the weight of the stone they were pulling. Her long tresses pulled up in a slack bun of dirty brown hair, loose wisps hanging limply around her thin face. The young woman was clearly on the brink of starvation. Cori sighed, Marie was so stubborn. Nothing could change her mind once it was made up.

Night fell without a star. The lines were dismissed one by one after inspection. Slaves limped slowly off to overcrowded barracks watched by impatient soldiers. Cori and Marie slumped onto the tiny cot they shared. The call went out for night rations. Marie offered to get theirs. Cori, too tired to argue, handed over her bowl. She watched Marie disappear into the crowd.

When Marie returned with two bowls of thin porridge Cori gratefully accepted it. Savoring each bite of the tasteless, scalding food, she watched as Marie gulped hers down. They settled down under the thin blanket for a much needed rest. Cori shivered in her sleep. Marie gently placed her part of the covering over her friend.

Dawn peeked in through the tiny window at the end of the room. Cori shook Marie awake. All the slaves lined up for job assignment. The slave driver moved down the line. All eyes were down respectfully. It was against the rules for a slave to make eye contact with an officer. A little way down the line a sick girl stumbled and fell onto the slave driver. Without a moments hesitation he slew her on the spot. She crumpled into a heap at his feet. He turned and moved on as if nothing had happened.

Marie steamed with anger. The way he just walked away like the girl had never lived pained her. It was a banner he held high saying ‘none of you even exist anymore, you are as good as dead anyway’. In his opinion they probably didn’t count as human anymore. Cori noticed a change in Marie, she saw her tense and her fists clench tight.
“Don’t do it” she whispered gently in Marie’s ear.
“I have to” Marie replied quietly. Cori realized there was no stopping her.
“Then I am going with you.”

He stopped in front of her gloating over the power he exercised to such an extent. Instead of submission his gaze was met with cold rebellion. He quailed under her vengeful glare. To his amazement she slapped him as hard as she possibly could across the face. When he raised his hand to his face it came back wet with blood. He glanced at Cori and received the same cold stare. Cori stomped down hard on his foot.
“Take them away, Take them away” He screamed over and over.
The guards grabbed them roughly and hauled them off.

Cori smiled a weak smile, “if we could get all the slaves to stand up like you did…”
“No Cori, we would be crushed. We are unarmed, and untrained, no match for the guards.” She frowned grimly at Cori.
“But so few watch us!”
“So few, watch thousands, I know, thousands of weak, terrified slaves.” She paused to cool her temper “Cori” she said gently “we can’t free ourselves, those are not our only guards. We are prisons for each other; there are rewards for reporting escapes. The very wall we build traps us inside. By the time we are out of here the wall will be almost finished.”
“I know Marie, I know!” Cori sighed “but there is hope for us, isn’t there.” Cori watched a slow smile spread across her friends face.
“Yes Cori there is hope.”

Marie was roused by banging on the cell door. The door burst open and two grim soldiers walked in.
They pointed at her “You there! Come with us.” Cori woke to the door slamming shut.
“Marie! What happened” when there was no answer she realized her friend was gone, maybe for good.”

The slave driver paced. Where were they? He would make an example of that impudent wench. One they would never forget!

Marie was shackled hand and foot to a pole. Her mouth was set and she braced herself for what was to come. If she survived this day… no there was no if about it. She had to survive the day. Had to go back to Cori, had to tell her the one hope they had to be free.

He gazed out over the sea of faces. Blocks of slaves stood in neat rows of twenty.
“Let this be a lesson to any who dare defy me!” he announced. With that he pulled out a long whip and began savagely slashing Marie. Marie saw it coming. Felt the sting of the first blow. Her weak body shook with the power of the angry beating. She fell over the whip curling around her face. One of the ends found its mark in her cheek, slashing a deep cut. Then everything went black.

The first thing she felt was a sharp pain in her right cheek. I should be dead! The thought floated in her mind for awhile. Maybe I am dead. She dismissed the idea, willing herself to breathe. She set her mind on one thing and one thing only, survival. Cori had nearly fainted when Marie was tossed, bloody and broken, into the cell. She hadn’t been breathing but now Marie’s chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. It was as if Marie had made a conscious decision to live. She smiled worriedly at the idea. It was impossible, of course.

To Marie life was nothingness, every moment an eternity focus on nothing but staying alive for one more breath.

The slave driver glared venomously across the barren landscape. The report that the slave girl was dead should have come weeks ago. He hated that insolent scoundrel, hated her with all his blackened heart. He had beaten her far beyond the capacity of life. She was supposed to be dead for many reasons!

Marie was far from dead. In fact she was slowly healing. The rough cuts had been meticulously cleaned out by loving hands, and were reduced simply to jagged red marks. They were all over her back and neck. She was still unconscious. The only cut too deep to heal completely was the one in her right cheek.

Cori paced nervously, time passed uneventfully in the tiny cell. She had done all she could for Marie. She fully accepted that her friend may never wake up. Breathing came easier to Marie now. Sometimes she allowed her thoughts to wander. She tried to remember her childhood before she was enslaved, but couldn’t. Who were her parents? How did she get here? She grappled with the thought, trying desperately to reason with the panic that bubbled up inside her. Then she realized she’d forgotten to breathe.

Cori sat anxiously beside Marie. Marie had stopped breathing! No there it was again the steady rise and fall of breath. She hummed a tune quietly to herself. Marie was surprised. She thought she heard someone humming. She focused on it trying to place it. It was Cori! So she must be with Cori. I wonder how bad I look. The thought was driven from her mind when she all of a sudden felt very hungry.

Cori watched Marie silently, taking comfort in her breathing. Marie’s eyelids twitched, and then opened. She blinked a couple times then noticed Cori standing over her. Marie smiled then winced as pain shot through her jaw.
“Ouch!”
Cori hugged her, “Oh Marie you’re alive!” She drew back “There were times I thought you would never come back.”
“It’s okay Cori, I’m alive” she paused “When do we eat?” Cori laughed and handed Marie her bowl. Marie took it, obviously flinching. “I am sore all over!”

Serious all of a sudden Cori said, “You are lucky to be alive, Marie. You should be dead right now.”
“I know Cori.” Marie smiled again and immediately regretted it.

A soldier waited for an audience with the slave driver. The sturdy angron wished it wasn’t him who was to deliver the news. The slave girl had regained consciousness, and she was no longer in any danger of dieing. The only cut too deep to heal completely was the one on her right cheek.

“Do we still have a chance to be free?” Cori fiddled with a pebble, smooth from constant rubbing.
Marie didn’t look up, “Yes, sort of.”
“What do you mean?” A worried frown crossed Cori’s face, “What’s wrong Marie?”
Marie turned away, only one of us can escape. It should be you.”
“No Marie it should be you! You know your plan best. You are still young, Marie. You have a hope for another life.”
“I do not think you quite understand.” Marie came and sat by Cori “I do not remember what it is like to be free. You have a family to return to, I do not remember who my parents were.” Her eyes filled with tears “I do not remember, ever not being hungry. I don’t, don’t remember.”
“That’s why you should go.” Cori replied quietly “Everyone should know what its like to be free.”
“But…”
“You go Marie.”
Marie realized she could not win. “I promise, I will return, and I will free you and all the other slaves.”
“I know you will.”

The door burst open rousing the two friends. Four guards stomped in and grabbed then. They were dragged roughly down the corridor. Cori opened her mouth to question the guards but was silenced by a stern look from Marie. They were led into the very throne room itself. They brought before a cloaked figure. An iron crown sat tall on his hooded brow. Cori shrank away instinctively like a hunted animal. But Marie stood her ground before the dark lord. She fought the terror that grew inside her with every ounce of her iron will.

“I have no use for the old one! Take her to the mines!”
The voice was sharp and commanding. It was the voice of one who was used to being obeyed without question. She braced herself for the order that she be put to death, but it never came.
“So you are the one who dared to defy the slave driver?” She did not answer.
“You cannot play mind games with me you know.” He sneered “I cannot be tricked.” The wicked voice danced in her head trying to darken her thoughts and weaken her will.
“I could find some use for you, maybe as my successor.”
This was too much for Marie. “Do you think I can be pulled into that kind of trap? Do I not know you are immortal and I only mortal? I would die waiting for you to pass on the crown to me.” He kept his cool, silently considering his answer. There is no tricking you I see. I will not try. Don’t you want power control and riches? You would make a good leader for my army.” Her brown eyes glared at him darkly.
“I will never serve you, all you know is treachery and lies. Honest words do not often grace your lips. No I will not be bought by delusions of power and control or imaginings of wealth. Do I not know even those with power are your slaves?”

His eyes fell on her hands tucked safely behind her back.
“Disarm her!” A trembling angron marched up to take the stone knife from her clenched fist. She spun in a lightning fast maneuver and threw it with deadly accuracy. A smirk crossed his over shadowed face. She strode over to the dead body and removed the dagger from it.
She smiled a cold smile “now you know I am armed”
He laughed at her “I should have expected as much from you!”
She tried not to let her confusion show. “I will not serve you! Remember that. Hammer those words into your thick skull! You are a worm, and a lord of worms the lowest of the low. I will not stoop to your level!”
He was not used to rebellion; disobedience to his commands was unheard of. The anger in his voice was clear. “Silence!” She met his glare with sharp hatred.
“I will not comply to your command!” she snapped, “not now, not ever!”

His voice was commanding but inside he was shaken. This could not be happening. He could not let this mere slave girl defy him before his guards.

“Take her to the mines!” In a moment she was surrounded by soldiers.
“See” he told her “you just can’t win.”
Marie counted fast. There were at least twenty of them. She was outmatched. She dropped her knife giving in. She would never escape from here. Wait, that was all she could do…, for now.

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"Attitude is contagis. Is yours worth catching?"
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“Normally I do not speak with murderous cowards, or traitors to their own side; but this is an exception. And I will give you a tip, sentries are supposed to watch out for escaped slaves. Not be ambushed by them.” - My book (no title yet)

That sounds good. I will read it later. I have to copy and paste it into a Word Document and print it out. I really need a hard copy in order to read it.

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Hey, miluiel! (( Wow, I spelled it right first time! ))
I'm Shadowcat. I'm pretty awesome. Welcome to AU!
I read your story, and I wants moreses... I shall be waiting for that Chapter 2 rather intently.

I'm just a tad hyper right now... I'd love to say I'm not normally like this, but that would be lying, and lying is bad.

See you around the forum!

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Hey miluiel!
Welcome to AU. I'm sure you will find all of us friendly and accomodating. You're welcome to chat anytime, just PM me. Poka!

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So methinkssss. Those nasssty catsses...don't you just love "Gollum-speak"?

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