Post by Jessica Sparrow on Jul 31, 2006 16:50:19 GMT -5
Authors Note: This is kinda messed up because I just copied it from word. ANd I will have to do it in parts since it's so long. But, this is my story. 
I have been working on it for a year now, and it's my baby. ^^' I havnt had many reviews if any on this, so your advice and comments are extreamly apricated.
Forward:
The Shadowlands is a deep dark desolate place; in the middle of civilization. No Non-magic human has ever stepped foot on the ground that proceeds it. Overrun by the Merciless Fire & criminals of the age, it is not your typical neighborhood down the street.
But who I am here to tell about is a woman named Almidia. Hated by most around her, when she moves to The Shadowlands her prospective on life changes. Living around people who are just like her, she seeks revenge on those who say but do not fulfill. (Such as her mother and other various relatives did) No one can stand in front of Lady Sparrow.
Love, Revenge, Envy, Hate, Passion.
This is the Shadowlands…
Chapter 1, A Childhood
“Almidia Elendina Sparrow, get youv lavy azz in this room this innnstant!” demanded Jessica Sparrow, Almidia Sparrow’s mother; leaning on a chair so she wouldn’t fall over. She was drunk as all could be and not happy.
“Yes mother!” a short redheaded, 16 year old, girl came running down the stairs from the attic, which just so happened to be her room.
“Don’t youuu yes morther me, I said now!” Almidia ran to her mother.
“Your damn boyfriend came over looking for ya! If I catch that half blood... freak here again you’ll have hell to pay!” Almidia knew exactly whom her mother was speaking of, Devon. She had practically grown up with this guy.
“Mother! He was and is not my boyfriend! Though thanks to you he is all I have left!”
Jessica slaps her across the face, leaving a cherry red mark of a hand on her soft pail skin. She glares into Almidia’s dark brown eyes.
“How dare you speak to me in such a way, child!” Almidia returns the deathly glare.
“Attic now!” Jessica screamed, “I don’t want to see your cracker loving face!”
Almidia stood her ground; a tear ran down her cheek. She turned around, and went back up the stairs.
She had lost many fights to this woman, and was still paying for last nights lashing. She entered the large attic, and flopped herself on the small cot which she slept. Ever since her fathers murder, it had gotten worse. Her mother now drinking more than ever, she would punish Almidia for turning the doorknob to tightly. She had no one to stand up against her mother’s abusive ways. Except one, Devon Chasity.
He had been her friend since day one. He was like her brother. She laid back, tears running down her cheeks, when she heard a rasping from her window. Devon she thought. She walked to the window and carefully unlatched it.
“You shouldn’t be here!” she said in an attempt to be quiet so her mother wouldn’t hear; rubbing tears away from her eyes.
“And when has that ever stopped me?” he said, cocking an eyebrow.
Almidia took a deep breath and let him in. Slightly taller than her, with long dirty blond hair that covered his gorgeous blue eyes, and slender frame. Devon was overall good looking. He came out of the tree he climbed to get there, and though the window; a bucket and a rag in hand.
“Are you still bleeding?” he said with concern.
“No, it’s all better na…OW!” Devon had set his things down and rubbed his hand against her back, that he knew still hurt her.
“Lay down.” He said gesturing to her cot. Almidia reluctantly laid down on her stomach, silent. Devon lifted her shirt, revealing five or six wounds on her back from when her mother lashed her the night before. He sighed, and took out a long ebony wand. He was very proud of his wand, and took joy in using it, but today was different. He muttered a spell and taped the wand on the side of the bucket. Immediately water filled the bucket. He took the now wet rag out of the bucket and began patting Almidia’s wounds.
“Will you ever learn not to mess with that woman?” he said sarcasitly.
“Once I quit breathing,” she replied threw her though. The pain was unnerving. “Ever since father died, it’s gotten worse. I can’t even transform anymore! She won’t let me, if I do, well you can only guess…”
“She can’t stop you from doing anything.” Devon replied.
“She’s my mother.” She said into her pillow.
“She a hag!” Devon shot back at her.
Almidia was an Etreell. When the moon was full, she could transform into a snowy white wolf. Unlike werewolves, when the moon is full, and they do not know who or where they are, as long as the moon is in view she can transform at will, and know of all her surroundings. Her mother no longer let her do so, mainly because of the mere fact that Almidia enjoyed it, and because she saw her as an outcast by doing so; therefore shunned her from the privilege.
“I’ve been telling you this for years,” Devon began. “You can move in with us any day. All you have to do is say the word, and you’ll be out of this dump forever.”
“I know. But I can’t… I just can’t.”
He continued caring for her wounds. He hated having to leave her here alone with that lunatic.
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Almidia woke up that morning, her back still sore, but not near as much as it was the day before. Sitting up, she got ready to clean up the kitchen, like she did every morning. There would always be liquor bottles and various other things on the floor for her to clean up; when she heard a yell come from downstairs. She walked down from the attic to investigate; another yell could be heard coming from her mother’s room.
“Mother…” she said cautiously, afraid she might be drunk still. She walked slowly into her mother’s room. To find her mother dead on the floor, she had stabbed herself. She stood there in shock, and ran out of the room like furry. Out the front door towards Devon’s home she went, about six blocks away on the countryside. Almidia lived practically in the middle of nowhere; therefore Devon was her closest neighbor. She finally arrived at Devon’s, and banged on the door. Devon’s mother answered,
“Almidia dear, how nice it is to see you” Mrs. Chasity looked a little closer at the small girl,
“Is something wrong child?” Almidia took a deep breath, breathing hard from running.
“Please, Mrs. Chasity, may I please speak with Devon? I must see him.” She said urgently through breathes.
“Why surely, come in come in. DEVON!!!” Almidia did as she was told. The Chasity home was much more fancy then the Sparrow’s. It was a large 3 story log home. Devon’s room was on the second floor. He came down the staircase; and saw Almidia and went straight to her.
“Almidia?! What are you doing here so early, surely…”
“She’s dead!” Almidia interrupted. “She’s dead! The nightmares over” she wrapped her around Devon and burst into tears. Mrs. Chastity’s eyes bulged out of her head, and Devon just stood there, speechless. He embraced her, for what seemed like forever.
Five Years later…
Almidia now twenty-one lived in a small apartment in Nibian, a small city near Wales. Still best friends with Devon, she was going to visit him at his home. Dressed in her normal black and red robes, she left her room; and headed out toward the street. This is where she had stayed ever since her mother’s death. She was happy here, or at least as happy as she allowed herself to be.
She had a job in a nearby non-magic bank, and made enough money for her keep. Living in the non-magic world didn’t get to her much. Ever so often she would take a day to herself, and go back to Wales or Devon’s in this case. His parents weren’t exactly poor, and when they were murdered by the Merciless Fire, a group of people whom you don’t want to deal with, he inherited it all. Including the house he grew up in. He had still lived there, and liked it. He really took care of the place in Almidia’s opinion.
Finally, she had arrived to the Chasity home. It was just like she had remembered as a child. If she were to walk about six blocks down the country road, she would arrive at her last home. She had sold it to an old non-magic couple. It was taken care of, but she really didn’t worry upon it. She had hated that house and all the memories within it.
She came to the large wooden door, and rasped casually on it. Devon opened it, giving her a large smile.
“Welcome home” Devon exclaimed, giving her a welcoming smile. She smiled in return, and walked inside the large home. She sat down on a comfy couch by the fire.
“I haven’t seen you in while. Want a drink? I keep on telling you not to walk all the way here. You have a broom don’t you?” Devon asked
Almidia rose and eyebrow and replied, “Yes, but I just prefer to walk, I guess.”
“Your choice.” He said sarcastically. He brought her a glass of whiskey. “Assuming this is still your favorite, here ya go.” Almidia grinned as he handed her a drink “What’s up?” Devon continued.
Almidia smiled softly and looked up to him. “Nothing, nothing at all; I just came over to hang out a bit.” Devon nodded, and sat down next to her.
“It’s been five years since it happened with mother and; all of a sudden I am thinking about it again; the memories, the people, you.” She said softly, wondering what he might say.
He took a deep breath. “Oh….I see, you’re paranoid because for once you have a life worth living.” He replied as if it were nothing.
“No but that’s part of it I think.” She paused to look into the fire, the ambers reflecting off her brown eyes.
Devon shook his head, “You think too much Ms. Sparrow.” Almidia took a drink and leaned back in her seat. “Let me clue you in,” he said, full attention on her.
‘Here it comes’ She thought to herself.
“Jessica Sparrow was a convincing old hag, and apparently she knew this, and killed herself. With all of the bullshit that she put you through all those years, I assumed you knew this. She’s dead Almidia; she can’t do anymore harm to you. Get over yourself already. Be happy with what ya got and stop living in your past.”
She looked to him, “Quite right…” she said simply.
“Soo...” he said in the awkward silence, following another long pause between the two.
“Are you still working at the cracker bank?” he asked sarcastically.
Cracker was slang for the non-magic folks around here. If you were to go to parts of England or France it would be something totally different.
“Yes, still at the cracker bank. Once you get used to it, it’s not that bad.”
Devon smirked “Whatever you say."
Almidia rolled her eyes, and took one last drink.
“Well, I need to pick up some Witherseed, wanna come?” Devon rose,
“Surely, I have nothing else to attend to.” They grabbed their things and left.
I have been working on it for a year now, and it's my baby. ^^' I havnt had many reviews if any on this, so your advice and comments are extreamly apricated. Forward:
The Shadowlands is a deep dark desolate place; in the middle of civilization. No Non-magic human has ever stepped foot on the ground that proceeds it. Overrun by the Merciless Fire & criminals of the age, it is not your typical neighborhood down the street.
But who I am here to tell about is a woman named Almidia. Hated by most around her, when she moves to The Shadowlands her prospective on life changes. Living around people who are just like her, she seeks revenge on those who say but do not fulfill. (Such as her mother and other various relatives did) No one can stand in front of Lady Sparrow.
Love, Revenge, Envy, Hate, Passion.
This is the Shadowlands…
Chapter 1, A Childhood
“Almidia Elendina Sparrow, get youv lavy azz in this room this innnstant!” demanded Jessica Sparrow, Almidia Sparrow’s mother; leaning on a chair so she wouldn’t fall over. She was drunk as all could be and not happy.
“Yes mother!” a short redheaded, 16 year old, girl came running down the stairs from the attic, which just so happened to be her room.
“Don’t youuu yes morther me, I said now!” Almidia ran to her mother.
“Your damn boyfriend came over looking for ya! If I catch that half blood... freak here again you’ll have hell to pay!” Almidia knew exactly whom her mother was speaking of, Devon. She had practically grown up with this guy.
“Mother! He was and is not my boyfriend! Though thanks to you he is all I have left!”
Jessica slaps her across the face, leaving a cherry red mark of a hand on her soft pail skin. She glares into Almidia’s dark brown eyes.
“How dare you speak to me in such a way, child!” Almidia returns the deathly glare.
“Attic now!” Jessica screamed, “I don’t want to see your cracker loving face!”
Almidia stood her ground; a tear ran down her cheek. She turned around, and went back up the stairs.
She had lost many fights to this woman, and was still paying for last nights lashing. She entered the large attic, and flopped herself on the small cot which she slept. Ever since her fathers murder, it had gotten worse. Her mother now drinking more than ever, she would punish Almidia for turning the doorknob to tightly. She had no one to stand up against her mother’s abusive ways. Except one, Devon Chasity.
He had been her friend since day one. He was like her brother. She laid back, tears running down her cheeks, when she heard a rasping from her window. Devon she thought. She walked to the window and carefully unlatched it.
“You shouldn’t be here!” she said in an attempt to be quiet so her mother wouldn’t hear; rubbing tears away from her eyes.
“And when has that ever stopped me?” he said, cocking an eyebrow.
Almidia took a deep breath and let him in. Slightly taller than her, with long dirty blond hair that covered his gorgeous blue eyes, and slender frame. Devon was overall good looking. He came out of the tree he climbed to get there, and though the window; a bucket and a rag in hand.
“Are you still bleeding?” he said with concern.
“No, it’s all better na…OW!” Devon had set his things down and rubbed his hand against her back, that he knew still hurt her.
“Lay down.” He said gesturing to her cot. Almidia reluctantly laid down on her stomach, silent. Devon lifted her shirt, revealing five or six wounds on her back from when her mother lashed her the night before. He sighed, and took out a long ebony wand. He was very proud of his wand, and took joy in using it, but today was different. He muttered a spell and taped the wand on the side of the bucket. Immediately water filled the bucket. He took the now wet rag out of the bucket and began patting Almidia’s wounds.
“Will you ever learn not to mess with that woman?” he said sarcasitly.
“Once I quit breathing,” she replied threw her though. The pain was unnerving. “Ever since father died, it’s gotten worse. I can’t even transform anymore! She won’t let me, if I do, well you can only guess…”
“She can’t stop you from doing anything.” Devon replied.
“She’s my mother.” She said into her pillow.
“She a hag!” Devon shot back at her.
Almidia was an Etreell. When the moon was full, she could transform into a snowy white wolf. Unlike werewolves, when the moon is full, and they do not know who or where they are, as long as the moon is in view she can transform at will, and know of all her surroundings. Her mother no longer let her do so, mainly because of the mere fact that Almidia enjoyed it, and because she saw her as an outcast by doing so; therefore shunned her from the privilege.
“I’ve been telling you this for years,” Devon began. “You can move in with us any day. All you have to do is say the word, and you’ll be out of this dump forever.”
“I know. But I can’t… I just can’t.”
He continued caring for her wounds. He hated having to leave her here alone with that lunatic.
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Almidia woke up that morning, her back still sore, but not near as much as it was the day before. Sitting up, she got ready to clean up the kitchen, like she did every morning. There would always be liquor bottles and various other things on the floor for her to clean up; when she heard a yell come from downstairs. She walked down from the attic to investigate; another yell could be heard coming from her mother’s room.
“Mother…” she said cautiously, afraid she might be drunk still. She walked slowly into her mother’s room. To find her mother dead on the floor, she had stabbed herself. She stood there in shock, and ran out of the room like furry. Out the front door towards Devon’s home she went, about six blocks away on the countryside. Almidia lived practically in the middle of nowhere; therefore Devon was her closest neighbor. She finally arrived at Devon’s, and banged on the door. Devon’s mother answered,
“Almidia dear, how nice it is to see you” Mrs. Chasity looked a little closer at the small girl,
“Is something wrong child?” Almidia took a deep breath, breathing hard from running.
“Please, Mrs. Chasity, may I please speak with Devon? I must see him.” She said urgently through breathes.
“Why surely, come in come in. DEVON!!!” Almidia did as she was told. The Chasity home was much more fancy then the Sparrow’s. It was a large 3 story log home. Devon’s room was on the second floor. He came down the staircase; and saw Almidia and went straight to her.
“Almidia?! What are you doing here so early, surely…”
“She’s dead!” Almidia interrupted. “She’s dead! The nightmares over” she wrapped her around Devon and burst into tears. Mrs. Chastity’s eyes bulged out of her head, and Devon just stood there, speechless. He embraced her, for what seemed like forever.
Five Years later…
Almidia now twenty-one lived in a small apartment in Nibian, a small city near Wales. Still best friends with Devon, she was going to visit him at his home. Dressed in her normal black and red robes, she left her room; and headed out toward the street. This is where she had stayed ever since her mother’s death. She was happy here, or at least as happy as she allowed herself to be.
She had a job in a nearby non-magic bank, and made enough money for her keep. Living in the non-magic world didn’t get to her much. Ever so often she would take a day to herself, and go back to Wales or Devon’s in this case. His parents weren’t exactly poor, and when they were murdered by the Merciless Fire, a group of people whom you don’t want to deal with, he inherited it all. Including the house he grew up in. He had still lived there, and liked it. He really took care of the place in Almidia’s opinion.
Finally, she had arrived to the Chasity home. It was just like she had remembered as a child. If she were to walk about six blocks down the country road, she would arrive at her last home. She had sold it to an old non-magic couple. It was taken care of, but she really didn’t worry upon it. She had hated that house and all the memories within it.
She came to the large wooden door, and rasped casually on it. Devon opened it, giving her a large smile.
“Welcome home” Devon exclaimed, giving her a welcoming smile. She smiled in return, and walked inside the large home. She sat down on a comfy couch by the fire.
“I haven’t seen you in while. Want a drink? I keep on telling you not to walk all the way here. You have a broom don’t you?” Devon asked
Almidia rose and eyebrow and replied, “Yes, but I just prefer to walk, I guess.”
“Your choice.” He said sarcastically. He brought her a glass of whiskey. “Assuming this is still your favorite, here ya go.” Almidia grinned as he handed her a drink “What’s up?” Devon continued.
Almidia smiled softly and looked up to him. “Nothing, nothing at all; I just came over to hang out a bit.” Devon nodded, and sat down next to her.
“It’s been five years since it happened with mother and; all of a sudden I am thinking about it again; the memories, the people, you.” She said softly, wondering what he might say.
He took a deep breath. “Oh….I see, you’re paranoid because for once you have a life worth living.” He replied as if it were nothing.
“No but that’s part of it I think.” She paused to look into the fire, the ambers reflecting off her brown eyes.
Devon shook his head, “You think too much Ms. Sparrow.” Almidia took a drink and leaned back in her seat. “Let me clue you in,” he said, full attention on her.
‘Here it comes’ She thought to herself.
“Jessica Sparrow was a convincing old hag, and apparently she knew this, and killed herself. With all of the bullshit that she put you through all those years, I assumed you knew this. She’s dead Almidia; she can’t do anymore harm to you. Get over yourself already. Be happy with what ya got and stop living in your past.”
She looked to him, “Quite right…” she said simply.
“Soo...” he said in the awkward silence, following another long pause between the two.
“Are you still working at the cracker bank?” he asked sarcastically.
Cracker was slang for the non-magic folks around here. If you were to go to parts of England or France it would be something totally different.
“Yes, still at the cracker bank. Once you get used to it, it’s not that bad.”
Devon smirked “Whatever you say."
Almidia rolled her eyes, and took one last drink.
“Well, I need to pick up some Witherseed, wanna come?” Devon rose,
“Surely, I have nothing else to attend to.” They grabbed their things and left.
