The Falling

Shake shake

Rumble rumble

Stumble stumble

Whoops I fell.

No,

Not down the rabbit hole,

But I fell down,

And was falling for a long time.

Falling,

And more falling,

And even more of the dirt flying.

I saw even animals growing wings to go upward.

I wanted to fly like my heart told me to do as well,

But I knew all ready,

That I can't.

As the dark of the unknown hole crept around me,

I tried to look around for something to stop me from this on-going falling.

I grabbed branches,

Roots sticking out with the help of my long arm that doesn't have fingers,

Magical ivy that grow slowly outward,

Even digging my claws to the side of the walls,

But nothing could stop me from this forced downward.

As I soon saw the ground below me,

I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see the worse,

But I felt myself slow down,

And I fell on my feet,

On my all fours and my ears giving a few happy twitches.

I guess what they say its true that cats land on their feet.

Frindle's Rising Chapter 3

When Frindle ruled, she had many feelings of torture, but her heart was still burning for the kin who shall have the touch that she seeks. However, while she has to work, controlling the people that despises her, the dark heart is now starting to open for more...

    “So what shall we do with this annoying pest? Burn him at the stake? Get the guards to brutally beat him? Or execution if you feel bloody?” A small, lanky fey guard asked the mighty Frindle.

    The ideas swam in her head like water, but she just crossed her knees in her white gown and looked down with disgust. She snickered below her at an old man with wrinkles that went over his eyes, but he still tried to give her the innocient puppy dog look to her. She, however, saw no simpathy as she ordered, "Take him to the dungen. I'll deal with him later once the punishment comes to mind."

     With a swift of her hand, two guards came up and dragged him out. The man then screamed, pleading to be released: "No! I won't make it! I won't make~"

      Two large doors slammed shut as they left out of the room. Frindle groaned as she moved to a different position in her seating. She at first looked down and made a low bow of her head. 

Killing fey just doesn't feel the same anymore. It makes the world feel...empty. 

                She then looked up to the ceiling; seeing the parlor designs of leafy greens, animals and plants that sprouted in the masterpiece. Everything in the ceiling was perfectly detailed and back in the time before Frindle, it was suppose to represent the happiness in the people of fey. As she stared at it, her eyes turned a little happy at the sight, but was quickly clouded as the evil boiled in the blood again. 

             "I'll have to change that later." She noted to herself. 


             The small guard from before came back into the dark protruding room, this time with a young boy. His hair was silver white and he stared at the ground with his pale grey eyes. Frindle examined the young boy for sometime; almost amused with his appearance. The guard ruined her thoughts as he told her coldly, "This boy has no name, no family, and no home, but he still thought it was okay to throw rocks at your statue mistress..."

             "Silence you innocent fool! Are you blind to think that I'm not paying attention. I swear you are a waste of Lyfe's creation!" Frindle shouted to the guard who shrank down in his place.

              The guard almost cried, but still tried to hold firm as Frindle changed her tone and looked at the young boy who was quiet all this time. She lifted her arms and suddenly, beside her was two bat-like wings. She stood up from her golden throne that she sat for the past years. Her feet made creaking sounds and a giant snap that even phase Frindle the slightest. The boy finally took a small, secretive look to Frindle; still keeping his head low.


               He saw many stairs that were covered with a red carpet that had yellow golden trimming. The glass windows that hovered next to the vast throne were tinted black. She snapped her fingers and fire sparked in the palm of her hands. She made the fire spread across the dark room, making the candles that hung high in their chandlers that were attached to the ceiling. The candles mystically shined as the fire danced on top of the wax that will never melt. The new, now brightly lit-room, revealed how vastly large the room was including the throne in the eerie glow of candle light. It showed how detailed the throne was from the arm rests golden decorations to the long red carpet, which had tiny details that the human eyes can never see. The decorations of fey that swarmed around the head of the throne even seemed to become alive again. Frindle's eyes soon adjusted to the light that seemed ages she had seen it.

      She took her bare feet that seemed so swollen compared to the rest of her thin body and went down the dozens of stairs. The room was quiet as she took every step; besides the fire that made flickering noises. The boy's heart raced while Frindle's heart slowed like if it was going to give out anytime soon. The guard was backing away into his now lit corner as he knew what was going to become of the poor boy. When Frindle was at the last step, she looked down at the boy with her fiery violet eyes that glowed with a tint of red. She wore two black gloves and slowly took them off. She threw them to each side of the boy exactly on the same line. She went on one of her knobby knees and stroked the boy's hair. The boy twitched violently, but Frindle softly said, "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Do you have a name young child?"


        The boy shook his head and still quivered like a puppy who knew he was going to kicked. Frindle stopped stroking and put her hand down, "You have no name? Such pity..."


         The guard gasped in shock, making the nameless fey boy and Frindle turn their hands. "Get out of here!" Frindle ordered.


          The guard happily obligeded to leave and the two grand doors made a loud horrendous noise that echoed in the room. It made them silent for a while as they listened for the echoing to die away. Frindle turned when she thought it was the appropriate time and sat on the stairstep. She patted a seat next to her.


          "Come, sit." She said in the unusual nice tone.


           The boy did what she asked and still was looking down. He put his hands between his knees and lowered his head.


            The boy asked in a shy tone, "A-Are you going to k-kill me?"


            Frindle looked horrerfied at this question; like if it was a request. 

             "No! Why would I? You seem a very good-looking fey out of all the ugly and tremendous fey in all of Frindle Land. Why would I kill you... It would seem wrong."


              "But you slaughtered all of the other fey." He pointed out and turned one eyes to her, "So why don't you want to kill me?"


               Frindle suddenly backed away and was now on her feet. She looked at the boy and took a hand out, "Please... Please stay with me. I won't hurt you like any of the others."


              "You promise?" The boy asked, now standing.


               Frindle nodded and took both of his hands, her right grabbing his left and her left grabbing his right. She then looked to the boy in his pale, curious eyes. "Shall you want to do the Strict Vow of Bond?"


                The boy nodded, "Yes, but on one condition. If you shall hurt any fey with the touch of metal, your kin in the future shall come back and take thou's place."


               Frindle nodded, with her eyes wide with the idea of the kin coming back and will rule more with the iron power she greedily wanted to live on. She closed here eyes and bent her head upward and out of her lips, a harsh tone came:

Fear the wood

Fear the fire

Feed on the dust of the world,

                        As she said this, the winds in the room started to rush around. Her left arm growing a glow inside.

And things shall get brighter.

Obey the rules of the bond,

                    The glowing shot through her veins, bringing pain to Frindle's body as it zipped around in the boy's; making him grunt a little from the pain and was shot back into her right arm.

Or the consequence shall haunt for days.

Let the pain never rest between the two fey,

Or they both shall die in vein.

                Then the light inside the right arm went inside the boy's body again and as it went back to Frindle's body, it stopped at the mid-section of where the young boy and Frindle's hands linked.  Frindle opened her eyes and took a step closer; putting the hands to her chest.

                 "For my promise now. I want you to stay here and for you to become my child. I shall give you name that belonged to my father and my father's father: Ericolyn. Shall you take the names, the powers of both will be granted to you if I fail to succeed your request."


Now the bond has been completed!
Away with thee!

            Then the glowing grew like if it was getting inflated with an unknown air source, was shattered into golden dust and rained down below their feet. Frindle started at the boy who showed no feelings towards her. She tucked him under her arm and led him out of the room with her other arm out stretched, "Welcome to your new home, Colyn."

To be continued...

The Dark Days

Beware

Run

Please scream 

Or even dare to shout.

Just shut yourself in the world

And leave the ways you speak,

Don't come close, 

And don't touch the dark of my heart.

For you could just get swallowed into it,

And drown within its depths.

But today,

I feel numb and cold,

So I take a dip into the pond of black water,

And was dragged into the depths below.

They pulled with harsh hands around my ankles,

But I didn't dare to fight it and just let them squeeze me like a sponge.

They gripped me tightly,

And I could almost feel the blood about to burst.

I saw red eyes stare me down,

And glowing sharp teeth drool around me.

I heard sharp growls and harsh evil laughs echo,

As I just stare back dazed like if this wasn't happening.

Soon,

Above me, 

A shining glow shaped like a hand waved above me and the darkness.

The dark shrieked and cried with fear like if it was shot.

The eyes closed,

The teeth started to decay,

Turning yellow and growing holes.

They scatter far into the waters,

Trying to get away from the light as it came closer to me.

I again didn't get phased as it started to grab me around the wrist and pulled me up.

As I started to get out,

I felt pain,

I felt eyes open more,

I gripped the light's hand,

And I started to smile.

The world start to brighten as I came out,

The bleak water started to even disparate as the last toe was exposed. 

I started to regain my emotions,

First feeling the sorrow grip around my heart,

Then happiness replacing as I calmed down.

The light hugged me as it carried me across the once dark land,

Now filled with light and a new glow was born inside me.

I looked to the sky as I tired to finally speak

Thank you.


Thank you for helping me...

Frindle's Rising Chapter 2

Few centuries later...
In the beyond future, where two girls are going to school. Frindle is gone, but her hold still clutched everyone's throats...

             In the bright morning of day, two girls were walking on the empty streets of Frindle's Land. They recently had an arguement, but they still vowed like usual to stay together since the town is not safe like it use to be. It was never safe since the day they were born, but they would always compare their lives to their mother's; thinking how splendid it was to live with no fear of the power's that belonged to Frindle. 

               One of the girls stopped and stared down the rocky path ahead of them. Her black ponytails started to blow in the wind as the silence filled the space between them. She clutched her pale lime green dress and tied the white bonnet again that she wore over her dark long hair. She turned to her friend who looked back nervously now; twirling her short red hair and looked pleading with her emerald green eyes. The fearless girl then changed the tone in her blue eyes to a calm one and put her hand on the other’s girl shoulder.

            “Don’t worry I’m not mad.” She said now rough housing the other girl's head playfully.

            The other girl was still nervous though and just jumped out of her grasp, “Gwen! Don’t scare me like that!”

            The girl known as Gwendolyn, Gwen for short, smiled and laughed a little too harshly.

            “I’m sorry, Mary. You know for before. It was just that Frindle was on the brain.” Gwen apologized, putting a finger on her left temple.

          

 The other girl known as Mary, Marilyn being her full name, made a small chuckle with eyes still a little fearful. She rung her fingers through the wrinkles of her blue dress and straightened her bonnet’s long tails to distract herself a bit. She then stood next to Gwen and made a small nervous smile. Gwen smiled back reassuringly and gave her a short hug. It made Mary feel a lot better and they continued to stroll down the pathway.

            The streets they strolled past were dusty and bare like always. It was dead silent and it seemed no one would live here ever again. They passed by the empty shops and stores as they saw a giant building in the eerie distance. The building was really worn down; had cracks all over and craving were slowly disappearing like if they being sucked out of the wall little by little. The windows were plain holes in walls, making the whole building seem dull and deserted.

               "There is the school." Mary replied sadly.

               "Yep." Gwen agreed solemnly.

               There was soon a silence that took over between the friends as they saw the sun starting to shine higher in the sky. The wind blew against their backs; the girls illusion the wind pushing them closer to the place they could care less about.  They still trudged on, now walking by a dark ally way. The hairs on the back of their necks stood on end as down the ally, they heard a giant hiss, clinking, and a few clanking from the darkness below. Gwen’s pointed ears perked when she heard these noises, grabbed Mary’s wrist and took action. She ran a few yards down the street and didn’t stop until she thought it was safe. She was breathing a little hard and was on her knees with Mary rubbing her back when she thought they were far at a good distance.

            “That was close. We could have been caught.” Mary commented with terror in her voice.

            “I know.” Gwen answered back in a low, no emotional tone.

            Gwen looked to the sky. The sun was bright in the blue clear sky. She almost visioned the sky in flames as she heard screams of terror that rang through out her body. Her eyes began to water as the vision started to disappear out of her mind and then looked down. Her hands turned into fists.

            “Why… Why did she have to create those things?” Gwen growled to the unknown.

            “Well that was a different time and we have to unfortunately live with it. We don’t have to deal with this once…”

            “Once we finish school and pass the test. I know! I get it!” Gwen snapped back, now standing on her feet.

            “But, I don’t understand why?" She continued, "The test at the end is fighting something made of iron. We all know that everyone will never beat it.”

            “Come on Gweny don’t say that.” Marilyn advised, grabbing Gwen’s shoulder.

            Gwen’s eyes suddenly were shining violet and grasped Marilyn’s hand. She squeezed it tightly; Mary’s eyes widened with her mouth gaped a bit. The pain throbbed throughout her body as she saw a dark aura take over her friend. She almost saw the aura trying to grab hold of Mary to swallow her whole. Soon the pain woke Mary out of the state, but she let out a ghastly scream.

            “Don’t call me that! I’m the one the only Frindle! Don’t you dare say that distasteful name! Fear me or I shall kill you, your family, friends, and everyone who your wimpy fey heart cares about!” A dark, hard voice boomed out of Gwen’s lips.

            “Gwen! Stop it!” Mary screamed back with a shaky voice, “You’re not Frindle! Fight it! Fight it Gwen!”

            The hand that belonged to Gwen grew sharp nails and started to dig into Mary’s skin. Blood drew and prickled down Mary's arm. Marilyn felt breathless as she felt the energy in her drain quickly from her hand and fell to her knees. She chocked on her strength that was weakening as she managed to say, “You’re not Frindle! You’re Gwendolyn Rightfield Arrowheart! You’re not that mass murder who killed the innocent fey! You’re my friend! Don’t let Frindle in!”

           

            Gwen made a big hearty laugh filled with an evil pure power. It made more blood spill as she tighten her grip on poor Mary. Marilyn finally stood up not able to take the pain anymore and with a force of her other, not injured hand, she slapped Gwen’s cheek with all her might. They both then fell to the floor; with Gwen’s eyes turning normal and Mary grabbing her arm to stop the flow of blood. As Gwen stared at Mary with a blank expression, her eyes grew wide and with a gasp, went closer to Mary and hugged her tightly.

            There was silence as the sky grew darker and Mary started to rain silent tears down her cheeks. Gwen pulled Mary to a very friendly hug and rubbed her shoulders protectively. That’s when Mary started to sob, wheezing a little as she did so. Like the sound made the sky cry as well, black snow started to drift down across the land; sharing the sorrow that the two friends experienced at that moment.

                        

Frindle's Songs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3jnN6tx9F4 - I'll Attack by 30 Seconds to Mars

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-10E7p1ODeo&feature=related- Requiem of a Dream by Clint Mansell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQlsjkExqP0- Crystal Ball by Keane

Songs for the Frindle's Story

Hello greetings to all.

I'm now trying to use music to help me with my story writing and I was thinking "Hmm, why not give characters some music to match with their moods." So here is some music that can match with some of Frindle's Rising story main characters.

Frindle: Yes she will appear a lot in the story and she can be a little sneaky, evil, and monstrous fey from what you all read. So here is the song I chose for her: I'll Attack by 30 Seconds to Mars. (warning: has some of screamo elements so if you don't like it you can understand from the title what its say)

Here is another song if you skipped the first song that still represents her fierce fighting spirit: Requiem of a Dream by Clint Mansell.


Okay so we all know everyone has an inner weakness, so I'm not going to give much away besides asking this question: What is a person's worst fear besides death? To know the answer, listen to this song: Crystal Ball by Keane.


Up coming characters


Gwendolyn (Gwen): She will come in the next part. She is Frindle's great great granddaughter. (I don't have songs yet for I'm still learning what she is going to be like.)

Marylin (Mary or Linny): She is Gwen's best friend. She is very sensitive and shy compared to Gwen.

Ericolyn (Colyn): To be Announced


Mirror Jay : To be Announced


There shall be other characters, but those are the only ones I shall release for now (Sorry about the last two, they are still puzzling to me but I shall get them figured out soon.) Next time when I get into more detail, I hope to draw the characters and see if I should change them or not. Okay good-bye and may you read on!

Frindle's Rising

In the dark little woods of Envy,

There stand the good for the world that was scary.

The fey hid in groups, 

Hungry for power,

For they all want the crown to melt in their hands.

            In the dark, tall woods; people large and small gathered around in an open clearing. They still however hid in the trunks of trees; in thick, thorny bushes to the grimy, and muddy pond that encircled the clearing; making it seem for the bare land to be an island surrounded by looming trees. The moon even peeked behind the thick clouds to witness it; lighting the field and the water with its beautiful moonlight that shined delicately and almost making the scene seem dream-like.

            In the middle of the clearing there stood a large man and a small woman with wings spreading far out of their backs. They both clanged to each other and surveyed all around the forest to see if the creatures of the forest would be silent. They were quiet and made the illusion of the forest being lifeless. The large man wore a suit that extended the large stomach he all ready had, making his chubby cheeks take a chipmunk look to them and his eyes all blue and filled with content to the Forest-beings. The small women seemed frail compared to the large man, but her purple, flowing gown that was covered with ruffles looked delicate on her small, thin body and even made her sea-green eyes pop out beautifully.

The large man took a deep breath, almost breathing in the hairs of his mustache and bellowed to the crowd, “Welcome one and all to the gathering tonight for the Enthroning Ceremony. You all know your King Greffald. To people who don’t,” He then pointed to his chest, “You’re looking at him. So don’t fool around tonight. Also, here with me is my lovely, Queen Nerfald.”

The small woman waved to the surrounding around her. No one made a response, but the Queen all ready knew she wouldn’t be getting one so she made a quick gesture and brushed her long golden hair that seemed like silk compared to her pale silver skin. The King put a hand through his black short hair as well and continued in a broad voice, “Now, I’ll be calling up your new Royaling to the clearing. Princess Sterling.”

             This stirred the forest people, making them whisper and chirpy as the feeling turned into excitement that could be felt from everyone. Coming to the clearing were guards in two rows, all of them wearing their crimson red, muddy brown armor and helmets as they march toward the King and Queen. Standing in the mid-section, was a person covered in a green dress, a pointed green hat that had all her hair tucked in and wore a green, leafy mask to conceal her face. There were four guards surrounding the person in green, indicating to the Forest people that the person was important and high in power. The guards came around to the King, escorting the person out and they all marched on back to the unknown. The clearing was silent as they watched the guards walk on in a rhythmic beat of left right left right. It danced in everyone ears this catchy tune and soon the King broke this silence when they were almost gone from view. The King took a hand out and smiled to her as he told her gently, “Come here, Sterling.”

            Sterling took the hand, squeezing it with no certain emotion attached to it and stood in the middle of the High and All Mightiness. The three of them stared outward and the roar of the Forest beings came as if someone signaled them from afar, “All hail Princess! All hail Queen Nerfald! All hail King Greffald!”

            The King and Queen bow at the chanting, but the princess stood there and lowered her head. They didn’t call her name, so they haven’t accepted her with a whole heart. She clutched her hands and made them into fists. The King felt this, for she accidentally squeezed his hand and suddenly turned to his daughter. The Forest being were silent in their chanting.  He hugged his daughter's head in comfort. Sterling didn't phase nor release her grip as she was held close to her father. The King had a sudden pang in his heart as he felt the coldness now taking over him as well. He let go and then finally turned to the crowd, “I'm sorry, my daughter is just a little nervous. Happens to the best of us." 

The Forest beings made a low mumble of noises as they talked one another in understanding. The young girl knew the King didn't want to tell the Forest beings how she really felt, but soon it was passed as if it didn't happen as the King boomed, "Now, undress young Sterling so the Forest beings can see your beauty. Forever remembering this moment as you grow old from the day you become princess.”

The Forest beings began to uproar shouts and whistles with satisfaction. They were all waiting for this since the very beginning. They wanted to see who she looked like. The princess nodded to the King and slowly unbuttoned her dress, unveiling her pale, moon light colored skin that was shining like her white lily petal dress. The dress fell around her feet as she straightened it out all over her; covering her stick-like legs and her knobby knees that stuck out even in the dress. She threw her hat across the clearing, showing her long, and wavy midnight black hair that stretched to the bottom of her back. She finally took her mask off, showing her dark violet eyes that shined so beautifully in the moonlight; making them seem so mesmerizing yet deadly to look at. The forest creatures were silent and stared; feeling a little disturbed. The King eyes were wide and he even stumbled backwards a bit.

“You’re not…”

“You’re right I’m not her Your Majesty.” The girl interrupted the King and smiled mischievously.

“What did you do to her?!” The Queen asked with fear in her tone.

“She is long gone.” The girl answered, looked to the sky with her right hand raised, “Right now joining your ancestors.”

“No! She couldn't! You monster!” The Queen spat back, her eyes now watery and fell to her knees.

The King, filled with rage, helped his wife by holding her side and shouted to the young girl, “Take us to her, now!”

The girl walked, with a dazed expression on her face, forward in the clearing with her bare feet not even making a sound. She raised her arms to the crowd and spoke in a low tone, “Fey of the Forest…”

Before she was even had a chance to say anything more, she got many hisses and shouting, cutting the girl off from her speech, but it didn’t even phase her. Her hair blew into her face and she stared into the audience with fierce eyes that bore holes deep down into the fey’s insides. She continued with a commanding, now raged voice, “Be quiet you pitiful creatures or I shall make sure the whelp will die in her proper place! I’m telling you, she is dead, but I can make sure she won’t even exist in the after life! I do have connections for these things after all for I am, or use to be for I took the Princess’s name, Frindle, the most wanted in the lands!”

The Forest people then gasped and looked around for people to hold themselves as they started to hide behind the trees. Frindle was the most feared by any fey for she wasn't afraid of the most evil thing ever made: iron. Many fey heard she would even use it against her opponents no matter how much it burned her hands with scars. 

She snickered and started to give a big hearty evil laugh like if she understood what they were afraid of. The King and Queen stared at her with fear, with the King finally running and grabbed her around the throat. He threw her to the ground and took a long sword that rested at his side and pointed it at her neck that was inches away from slicing it in two.

The King growled in a low tone that made the Fey shiver with fear, “Do you really have a death wish? Do you like hurting others and yourself?! You are terrifying and must leave this world of Fey. You were never one of us from the start! You're a monster and shouldn't be allowed to even live any longer. Do have any last words before I end your life?”

There was a dead silence within the forest as Frindle just stared back and suddenly chucked coldly like if the King told the most disgusting joke that even managed to tickle at her disturbed funny bone. She stared back with her eyes in slits and answered in a plain voice,“Oh, King Gerffald. You just don't understand. I always was and always will be one of your kind. I will forever be the greatest and most known, but also most feared. You can never forget the only one of your kind who actually likes iron. Who wants iron. Who loves the power the weakness of fey can bring. No matter how much it burns me, I always find a way to heal and come back to do more damage. Plus, I don't even think you have the guts to kill.”

She slowly touched the king’s ankle with one of her long, bony fingers. There was suddenly a horrific, ear-blasting scream that came from the middle of the clearing that rang throughout the forest. The Fey came out of their hiding places and made tiny peeks as their eyes widened and brought tears to their eyes. They saw their own King scream for the first time and it wasn't even for a joke, but a real one, filled with terror. She smiled at his terror and released her grip, making the king fall backwards and saw the ankle now raw and throbbing.

“See,”  Frindle commented, now getting up and standing with her head high to the crowd, “And I didn’t even have any trace of iron on me. It was all of the messed up rumors that flooded your heads about me.” 

She stepped closer to the king as he clutched his sword with a wobble hand. Frindle smirked and wacked the sword with a single blow, even though it did cut her a little, making blood trickle down her hand. The moon finally hid behind the clouds as it knew what was coming next; making the land below become dark like Frindle’s heart. The Fey however didn't hide like the coward moon and were all raging; all wanting to run and attack with Frindle's guard down, but they all stood in their places like something was holding them where ever they were standing. Frindle took a deep sigh, stared above into the sky and looked down, with a new gleam in them. Her eyes seemed very clouded; now burning with a new emotion that made her fingers tremble; like if had to keep it inside her for she knew it was too soon. She finally came back to her senses as she smiled again, showing her pointed teeth.

“Dear King of the World of Fey," She began like if was writing his will, "Hear these words for it should be your last. I shall now end your reign. For you ended it for my people and I shall now take your place! I will now rule with an iron fist, literally, and so shall my kin for the next centuries to come. My new reign shall be named after me. My real name and not that accursed name, Sterling ,but my evil name, Frindle! Now let me ask you a question: do you have any last words?”


 She took the sword and with the quiet of the night was now a choir of screams and gasps as more blood was spilled across the clearing. It even sprayed on Frindle's face as her eyes widened and her mouth gaped with a the sensation taking over her and she had to laugh to the sky as she had to somehow let this feeling release out of her thin, cold blooded body.

To be continued....