For Pam, Lee and Josh, prelude to crossover rp? Jaxy ;) ~~*~~ Her hiding place was deep within the Forest, the area memorised by landmarks and the stars in an ever changing terrain. She had learned that some Forest landmarks never changed position, such as the ancient grandfather tree, perhaps too old and set in his ways. If she found a secret place close to one of these landmarks then the items she wanted stashed would still be there next time she sought them.
Here in her hiding place was an old rag doll with one eye missing and anything precious it might contain in its stuffed areas and torn places. Here too were a stack of old diaries pertaining to a life that she had led and had not led. She was Shyne Blake, the girl who had lived in Drache and worked as a messenger for the Royal Guard there. She was not Shyne Blake who had lived on the Isle of Mysts and had borne two children, delivered by a rogue called FastTalk ip Lancan and a former slave girl called Lashette. This Shyne had entered a Forest on a routine journey from Drache to a nearby village and had never found her way out. In some strange twist of fate or perhaps a reaction of the Forests own magic to barely awakened fires of ability in Shyne, she had become two girls. They were the same girl and yet were shaped by following different paths. One went forward to Mysts and to a life of wealth and a death in some distant future. The other remained here in the Dark Wood, a captive of its magic and its Deity. She had tried to leave and could not. In fact the elements of the magic that had made her two women might even prevent it. Perhaps it knew that she might die if she set foot beyond the line of trees because she shouldn't truely exist as two at all. That this Shyne's only existance was here. In some ways it was what she would have wanted because here she was just Shyne, no Kurakolis, no magic, the Forest saw to that. Time in the Forest was blurred and allowed information to filter to it's present from possible pasts and futures that were all entwined and yet equally changable by new and ongoing events. She was aware in part of this strange phenomenon because of the diaries she had read. Shyne had always been an avid diary keeper because of her lack of education. Over the years she had lived in Drache and then on Mysts her writing and reading abilities approved with the help of her diaries. The evidence of her improvement was there from the earliest difficult scrawls to the neat and well developed script of later years. In a strange irony she had Dawn to thank for the information of her other life. Dawn was the servant of Ethan who wanted him as a lover and wanted little more than Shyne's removal from existance or at the very least from Ethan's heart. She tried to convince him that this other Shyne was not -his- Shyne and had passed the diaries to Shyne in a vain hope that she would hanker for a former life and leave in search of friends of lovers detailed in the writings of a lifetime. "I loved him and he didn't know I existed .. then he became my teacher and the relationship was bittersweet with the torture of a burning want that could never be.." "My first friend she was, the one who saw the big heart beyond the gruff and grime. He betrayed her and her baby died, I ache for her and wish that I could dim her pain." "This thing, this creature who haunts the city I love, this evil waiting to strike is my father, flesh of my flesh.." "He betrayed me in my own home, it was better to part on easy terms and safer for him. I can feel the power growing. I can feel my father closing in on me.." "Another lamb, another friend. So I must keep myself at arms length from her because she chooses a man I know might destroy her and I don't want to watch it happen." "My lover, my mate is all that I want and yet he longs to destroy all that I am. Can I be strong at the most bitter end when the apocolipse comes? Must I choose with him or against him? He who fathered my children." She had read the snippets of another life, a future life she had never lived and far from fleeing to it, as Dawn had hoped, she stayed here in the dark wood fleeing from it and hiding out. Now Shyne Blake grovelled in the dirt once more, seeking the diaries and a name. FastTalk ip Lancan. She had escaped from Fenrir's lair fully intending to return while he held Elenor's soul in the palm of his claws but not before she sent a letter. The creature Fenrir, now styled King of the Forest had taken her friend and protege, Elenor, to twist for his own wicked purposes. But Shyne was aware he could be defeated. She was not one for Gods and worship and didn't think to appeal to his Goddess for help. She appealed instead to an old friend if you could call him friend. Something she had heard way back on Mysts was that FastTalk had once destroyed Fenrir. She needed him and he owed her. A hastily written letter scripted in an untidy hand on grubby, soiled paper was delivered for one FastTalk ip Lancan at the inn he was known to frequent, the den of his pirate wife. Shyne Blake Aran Forest North of the Red Forest Dear Fast, You owe me. I have business involving a certain treasure I am seeking that might interest you and I know the whereabouts of a personage your Dire might like to find. Magic doesn't work here, you'd like it. Find me. Shyne ~~*~~ http://aranforest.d2g.com "She Might have thorns but she is still his rose." ~Dock~ "If I be waspish, best beware my sting." ~The Taming of the Shrew ~William Shakespeare. "When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now, Will be a tattered weed of small worth held." ~William Shakespeare _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Archives & Other DMI Lists: http://www.dragonmyst.f2s.com/lists.php3
