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Khejido

12-08-2006, 10:50 PM

<DIV>This is a story of one of my characters, Aleesia Altion. She is the daughter of Navarro Altion (if you wish to know about navarro click on my signature and watch the movie<img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /></DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>I'm just posting this specific post to tell a few things before the story starts: </DIV> <DIV>Aleesia is 26 years old, and at this point in time she is pretty emotional (just something to know). And, at times during the story, she interjects her thoughts and/or narrates parts....So it will at times switch from 3rd person narration to 1st.</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Thought interjections are noted by 2 Tildes (~~) And end with them also, And will use BOLD print.</DIV> <DIV>Also, This story takes place 30 years in the future of EQ2 (namely the Transition Chronicles movies)</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>I hope you all enjoy Never Able.</DIV> Message Edited by NavarroAltion on 12-08-2006 10:44 PMMessage Edited by NavarroAltion on 12-09-2006 01:38 PM

Khejido

12-08-2006, 10:59 PM

<IMG src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/2575/neverableet4.jpg"> Never Able A Killer’s Prologue “They say that when a child grows old that he or she will not leave their upbringing.” “My father always taught me the ways of truth, and to do the things which are good and right.” “When I was seventeen my father passed away. My mother had died a few short years after my birth. The gnolls were to blame for her death. Having nowhere to turn, Cire and his family took me in.” “Ciresin and I were friends from a very young age. Although, about this point in my life I had begun to withdraw myself from him.” “The death of my father hurt deeply. At night, I would sneak out of the city to learn the ways of a stealth killer, an assassin, as a way to cope. The first time had killed; it was hard putting off everything my father had said. Soon, though, it became easier. Easier to think I was doing more good than wrong.” “By the time I was twenty-three I had worked my way through the ranks among other assassins. I’m not saying I was the best, or even good. I just did the job and left. Although, at this point in my life, I had began to question. And it would be that my life would change, for the better, and yet, worse.”

Khejido

12-08-2006, 11:03 PM

Chapter I “It didn’t have to be this way.” Waking up in a cold sweat, Aleesia begins to weep. “That was three years ago…” With a deep frown, she looks over to the portrait of Ciresin and picks it up. Tears flowing, she brushes her hand to his face on the picture and embraces it. “I’m so very sorry…” Drying her tears, Aleesia places the portrait back on the stand beside her bed, and walks to the water vase and bowl on the other side of the room. As she pours the water into the bowl, the ripples take her back to the docks just outside of the city of Qeynos. “Cire?” “Yes?” “If you had done something for a while, and did not wish to do it anymore… What would you do?” “Well, it depends Aleesia. What is the ‘something’?” “I’m being serious Cire…” “I am too. I wish to know what the ‘something’ is.” “It’s nothing… Nothing important.” “ It seems it is important Aleesia.” “It’s nothing Cire! Forget I even mentioned it!” “Aleesia… Look at you! You go away into the night every night, and noone knows where you go! You used to be open with me… What happened?” “You know?” “I know!… Look at me Aleesia. …Hmm… If it were me, I’d do what’s right. That’s what I think you should do.” Coming out of the memory, Aleesia begins to cry heavy tears and collapses to her knees. “What did I do?” ~~ ”Somehow, I knew what Cire meant in the dream. I need to change. My heart had grown cold after that day.” “I was made to do a job for the guild. To kill a rich man who had caused hurt to all the people around him. The normal sort of job I did.” “I entered the house, late into the night. It was about three floors high with many rooms: A good way to sneak before I could reach the man. Though, shortly after I entered, I heard the door open again and shut.” “I hid myself.” “’Aleesia’, came a whisper.” “My heart feigned. Ciresin had followed me! How was I not aware? And, not only that: he knew it was me. He really did know!” “’There you are’, he said to me.” “I drew my knife from its sheathe, hoping it would cause him to believe it wasn’t me.” “’Aleesia, stop this madness! Come home!’” “I told him, ‘Leave now! I do not wish to harm you! You aren’t supposed to know!” “’Come home, Aleesia. Strike me if you will, but I will not leave here knowing I have let you do this thing… Aleesia…’” I stood up straight when he said my name. It was different. There was a different meaning in his voice.” “Once again he said my name, but even softer. All at once, what my father had said came back to me. Also, the conversation Cire and I had the previous night at the docks.” “Angered he would not leave, I rejected my thoughts. I gripped my knife tighter, and cut him deeply. He fell to the ground.” “In my disbelief toward myself, I dropped the knife and looked in his eyes. Before he left, his eyes met mine, and he called my name once again, ‘Aleesia…I…’” “Just then, three men came to the door to see what had happened. When the door cracked, I made my way to it and ran past them. The third man looked at me like he knew me…” “As I ran, I began to uncontrollably weep. The work I thought helped, came back to me, by my hand. I had hurt too many people. I had strayed from all that was good and right.” “I sat for days. Sulking. Perhaps, the one who, maybe, loved me, I struck down. Helping, and not hindering… I only wish my eyes had been open then.”~~ More to come. Message Edited by NavarroAltion on 12-08-2006 10:05 AMMessage Edited by NavarroAltion on 12-09-2006 01:39 PM

valkry

12-08-2006, 11:15 PM

<DIV>Oooo, definately a conflicted young lady. I'm very curious how her father died, that would cause such a break with his teachings. As you said she is very emotional....to attack your best friend with such a deep wound, very rash. Now did the friend actually die, or was he saved by the would-be victims? More please!</DIV>

Khejido

12-10-2006, 02:43 AM

<BLOCKQUOTE> <HR> valkry18 wrote: <DIV>Oooo, definately a conflicted young lady. I'm very curious how her father died, that would cause such a break with his teachings. As you said she is very emotional....to attack your best friend with such a deep wound, very rash. Now did the friend actually die, or was he saved by the would-be victims? More please!</DIV> <HR> </BLOCKQUOTE> Yeah, Ciresin's dead. [Before he left, his eyes met mine, and he called my name once again, ‘Aleesia…I…’”] The three people who walked in have a slight significance in the story (not to spoil it) And her father Navarro, actually died a Natural death. Although it was an early one, due to the event that happens in the video in my signature. (being swept away while traveling to the moon). His natural age at death was 67 or somewhere around there <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> (noone really knows) His actually age is about 567. Any Feedback that anyone may have is much appreciated, good or bad (it will help me become a better writer) Here comes chapter 2:Message Edited by NavarroAltion on 12-09-2006 03:17 PM

Khejido

12-10-2006, 02:52 AM

<DIV align=center>Chapter II</DIV> Waking up in the morning in the same spot where she had collapsed, Aleesia stands up and looks in the water. A blank face once again turns to a slight frown, as, she cannot escape the dream she had of Ciresin. “I will change”, she says to herself. After washing, she makes her way to the door of her inn room, and looks upon the picture of Ciresin, pausing for a brief moment. She then turns the handle and walks out of the door. “Mornin’ to ya Miss Altion!” says the Innkeeper. “Lovely day outside, is it not?” Aleesia turns to look outside, then turns to the Innkeeper giving him a slight smile. “It is.” She says to him as she turns and walks away. “Good day Miss Altion!” exclaims the Innkeeper. “To you also, Sir.” Aleesia replies, then walks out of the inn toward an old friend’s house. Upon arriving at the house, she steps to the door and knocks. “Hoo waiks me phrum mi slumbr!?” comes a voice from behind the door. “Aleesia, Ondorf! Nobody else has the courage to knock on your door. They’re all too afraid. Well… save, maybe Kiltohr and Irras.” As a smile comes across Aleesia’s face, she hears large thumps of feet walking across the wooden floor inside. The door then cracks and slowly opens to reveal an older, pale ogre, with spiked hair, and a rather friendly, pious look about him. “Huh-huh!” Laughs the ogre. “Kumm n. Da hows iz slitelee mesee doe.” Walking into Ondorf’s house, Aleesia sees scrolls and books scattered about on the table and bench, along with a warm fire in the fireplace, which always burns. “I see you’ve been studying.”, says Aleesia. “Reeserch. Eye’m reeserchin’ phor uh noo spell.” Ondorf smiles. “Kombuschun! Soe phar it werks. Eye’ve tride it on animulz onlee doe. Dey lite up n phlamez and wen da phlamez subside, dey walk uhway.” Ondorf, with a pleased look, gives Aleesia thumbs up, and then begins to remove the scrolls from the table, to sit down. “Shouldn’t it hurt them?’ Aleesia ponders. “No, but it shood hert da tings arownd ‘em. Eye swicht sum uv da werdz arownd so eye cood yooz it. Havn’t tride it miselph doe.” explains Ondorf.” “Ineewae, du yoo no wut tudae iz?” asks Ondorf mildly excited. “The first day of Frostfell?”, teases Aleesia. “No! It’s da middl uv da summr! Did yoo phorgit dat tudae iz mi phiphteeith berthdae?”, says the ogre in astonishment. “No, I didn’t. In fact…”, Aleesia reaches into her side pouch and pulls a fairly large cupcake from it. “I picked this up from the bakery on the way over. Had it specially made.” Aleesia smiles as she sees a very warm smile come over the ogre’s face as she hands him the cupcake. “Thanx! Wut kind iz it?”, Ondorf asks. “Well… It has fish scales in it. I figured you would like it.” As Ondorf sinks his teeth into the cupcake, he looks at Aleesia and exclaims, “Like it? Eye luv it! Nuvarroe did rite bi yoo! Uh gud gurl! Iph onlee he cood see yoo now!” After Ondorf’s response, Aleesia looks down toward the floor, remembering everything she had done against what Navarro, her father had told her. A small tear comes to her eye. Ondorf, seeing the tear in her eye, lowers the cupcake and asks, “Did eye sae sumthin’ rong?” ~~ “If only he knew what was wrong. It’s not what he said, but what I’ve done. I had hoped to avoid a topic such as this. I said I would change. I will! But… It’s his birthday…” ~~ “No…” Aleesia wipes the tear. “No, you didn’t Ondorf.” “Den wut wuz it?” Ondorf inquires. “Nothing… It’s not important Ondorf.”, states Aleesia, obviously hiding her feelings. “Wut?” Aleesia pauses. “Wut iz it?” asks Ondorf a second time. “Ondorf…”, Aleesia hesitates, “I’m not who you’ve thought I was. I’m sorry… It’s your birthday. I never wanted to…” Ondorf looks at Aleesia, astonished by her words and interrupts. “Wut du yoo meen?” Feeling backed into a corner, Aleesia begins to get up from her seat. “I’m sorry Ondorf. I don’t mean to make you worry.” The ogre, losing patience with her response, quickly jumps to his feet and slams his giant hand on the table, leaving a large crack in it. As he begins to speak, his eyes glow with fire. “Eye deemand uh reespons Uhleeseeuh!” ~~ “Eyes with fire… A mage of thirty years has considerable power, let alone, when one is angry. And, the shear strength of an angry, impatient ogre is one I don’t want to tempt. Fully convinced, I will once again take my seat.” “Looking into his eyes, I see more than an impatient anger. More of a worried, or concerned look has come over his face. It’s so similar to the way my father would look at me in times of worry.” “Caught by his expression, tears begin to flow.” ~~ “When Father died… I had nowhere to turn. An Exile met me outside of the city…” ~~ “I told him everything. But I couldn’t tell him about Cire. He would be sure to break.” “Cire…” “I’ll never be able to forgive myself.” ~~ Ondorf, now calmed, sits for what seems like hours, silently pondering his response. “Be kwik tu lissen, sloe tu speek.”, he mutters to himself. “Theez peepol ar exilz, Uhleeseeuh, not becuz dey wer cast phrom thare citee, but becuz dey ar uh lawles peepol.”, he explains. “Keenos haz a structchur uv law, as well as Phreeport. This, eye no. Eye hav livd n both citees. But, theez exilz hav nun. No law. No structchur. Just lawlissniss. Wut wer yoo doin thare?” Once again, Aleesia’s gaze drops to the floor. “I’m sorry Ondorf… I’m sorry.” Disheartened by the situation, Ondorf get up from his seat and stands by the fire whish is still burning, but has subsided. He looks at it and remembers, “Twentee yeerz agoe, eye created this phlame. It never rajez, and it never dize owt. Uhlthoe, It uhlwayz dimz wen sumthin’ kummz up dats uh seereeis madder.” ~~ “Confessing your past sin is good for your soul, they say.” “Seeing the hurt on his face, I wince. He has been so good to me over the years. This is how I repay him? On his fiftieth birthday?” ~~ The swelling of tears come to Aleesia’s eye once more. Ondorf then turns to her, kneels to his knees, and embraces her. “Eye phorgiv yoo Uhleeseeuh.”, he says. As time passes, the two continue to talk. Eventually, sunset comes, and Aleesia parts ways with Ondorf. Arriving at the door of her inn room, Aleesia finds a note attached to it. As she takes the note off of the door, her eyes widen when she recognizes the distinct mark on it’s back. An encircled, green snake with a black border, the Mark of Chaos. More to come... (chapter III is currently being edited)Message Edited by NavarroAltion on 12-09-2006 01:54 PM