Thursday, November 3, 2011

Ruby

So, I decided to participate in NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. Here's the first bit of my story, Ruby.


Ruby 
My people always feared The Darkness, but I know differently. I know that The Darkness is the most amazing thing that could ever have possibly happened to us. First, I should tell you a little bit about the World That Was. The world of My people. It was not very different from the World That Is Now, just, a few more quirks. The first, and most important quirk was The Darkness. It is difficult to explain The Darkness, He just... is. He never started, and, though most of your people don’t know where to find Him, I doubt that He will ever stop existing. I will describe Him more as the story progresses. 
The second quirk were the Berms. They were similar to toads in the World That Is Now, but they were much larger, and flew about in pods suspended by, well, we were never quite sure how they stayed afloat, but the Berms were our worst enemies. 
As far as my people, there is not much to say. We were almost like the Fairies which you so diligently tell your children not to believe in, but very large instead of very small. There are few of us left now, and even fewer of us who would actually dare to tell our stories, though they are many and marvelous. 
Now, about me. Well, you can see me, can you not? Because of that, no description of my current visage is necessary, but I supposed I should tell you what I looked like when all was young. My hair, which has now grown white with age, was the envy of many, and my pride in it was my greatest downfall. It was thick, and a dark, lustrous brown. My eyes were said to shine like the sun on the waters. They were crystal clear, and the deep pink of what you now call rubies. My name is Mari, as in Marigold. I had a sister named Lili, she was two years my senior, and we could not have been more different in looks or in temperament. Her hair nearly glittered, it was so blonde, and her eyes were the thick color of the stones you call emeralds. I was impulsive and headstrong, she was a peacemaker, and was always cleaning up after the messes that I inevitably caused.

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