Emeline's story, Ferlin's travels

hey, sorry its been awhile, this post is a little short becuase i wrote it at the last minute!:D

It was not Ferlin’s power that got him back, it was the box. The way there he had almost completely drained himself. He took out a pouch from his belt that he’d stored the mushroom juice from the cave, and drank some of it. It felt good to have that stuff again. “I need a new bag,” he said. The one he’d just used was worn out, especially after his last travel. It wore out with him if he traveled to far, and there was a weak spot that would soon become a rip. That’s when he looked down, and realized that the box was gone. He looked to the right and the left, up and down. And then he actually went looking for it. He wasn’t sure, but it seemed like something important. The man had told him to protect it, and said that it would help him discover things. What kind of things? Well, he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to just let such a souvenir slip from his hands.
He climbed to the top of the hill, using the view—which was a good one. He could see a long way off, even the little Mountrush town. He noticed the sort of dip in the ground a meteor rock would make, and it looked new… he didn’t waste any time, and started running down the hill he had landed on. As he ran he thought of the surprise attack, and of Emeline getting shot, and of him disappearing. What had happened after he left? Were his friends okay? Emeline couldn’t come back like him—if she died here, she died forever. He must quickly get the box and go back. But when he got there, the box was gone. Only its impression was left in the ground, showing that this was indeed the right place. He could see the markings like that of a different language on its side. So, where was it? He pounded his fist on the dirt. Then he stood up, looked down. It seemed like a more realistic position. He must think of a plan, to find it. Suddenly he saw an imprint where his eyes rested—a footprint. Not Mountrush. “The Brooksons stole it!” he said, and then an idea came to him. “I’ll fallow them,” he said to himself, “after I go back and fix things with Emeline.” If she’s there when I get back, he thought sadly, and hurried.
 
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Emeline was groggy when she woke up in yet another strange place. She was mostly numb and found it most impossible to move. Only her eyes blinked, looked around, then closed again. She rested and dosed for most of the day, not thinking much of what had happened. It was a while until she was aware of the situation, when somebody came in the room and explained to her that she was in a hospital—a ‘friend house,’ he called it. When he got to the part about the arrow, the girl’s eyes widened. “Well—so did you get it out? Am I surviving?” her companion smiled. “Well…you were extremely lucky, we’ll say that. It barely missed your actual organs, although one is sort of torn. But here in Mountrush we have special vitamins in that will help you feel no pain and toughen the wall of your…um, liver, you call it.” Then he added, “It will also make you temporarily paralyzed for the time being.” Emeline’s thoughts turned back to that horrible moment when the arrow went through her. She remembered Ferlin carrying her to the barn, hurt quite a bit himself. “So I have a torn liver. I wonder if Ferlin is okay. How much did it hurt him?” she thought to herself. Then she asked aloud, “where is Ferlin? Is he okay? I’d like to talk to him.” The doctor shook his head sadly. “Ferlin disappeared in the surprise attack, and we haven’t seen him since. You’ve been out for two days.” Then he stood up, and slowly walked out of the room. Emeline was frightened at what he had last said. Ferlin had been missing for two days? Well, he could travel. He could leave Emeline right here in Mountrush forever… no. she could not believe that. She wouldn’t.
So she fell asleep pretending that he was out fighting the person who had given Emeline a holy stomach, or perhaps heading here at that very moment. Yeah right.
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Hey :) Good story so far! I'm trying to catch up and I'm still on the first page, but I like it. One thing; it might be easier for people to read if you leave a space between paragraphs. It's easier on the eyes. :)
 
hee, you'll like this in think

But truly Ferlin was, in fact, walking to her. It was getting dark when he finally got there, and he sighed happily as he looked down from the hill that shielded the little village from the westward-headed wind. But something was odd and quite wrong—there was no barn anymore. There were no horses. A few people were loading up wheelbarrows full of rubble and taking them away to a pit. One saw Ferlin and, after recognizing him, shouted to the others. Thus he was met halfway down the hill by a small welcoming committee. “Ferlin, you won’t believe what happened!” “Ferlin, we’ve been looking for you…” he was half listening, half wondering what they would think when he told them about the strange planet with the old man and the box. He also was wondering about the barn that was now nothing less than a pile of ashes and wood. But right now, he was just glad to be….Home.

Chapter 8: the investigation
She was dreaming. It was quite horrid, like a nightmare. And it kept her in its grasp for hours of torture, until a gentle hand shook her shoulder, and woke her. “Emeline? Emeline, are you awake?” the voice was like an alarm in her memory. Her eyes came wide open, and a tear almost formed. “Ferlin,” she whispered. Then she saw that he was actually there, kneeling by her bed. “Ferlin!” she said, and tried to sit up. But a sharp pain exploded in her middle and she fell back with a groan. “Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said, and smiled a little. “I’m so glad your okay…” there was a moment of silence between the two of them as they both remembered that horrid day, the day of the surprise attack. The arrow had bounded them together just then, and shock had left them unaware of the way the girl had fallen right on top of the elf man, but now sitting safe inside they both remembered. And they both started to smile. But then real life interrupted them again, and they both filled the silence by talking about Ferlin’s visit to ‘Ashland’ and what had happened to Emeline and the barn. It was the first complete conversation they’d had since the mindbox, and they both liked each other’s voices in different sort of ways. At the end, Ferlin remembered the box missing with the Brookson’s trail. “Cool,” said Emeline. “Maybe we could…” Ferlin started. “Well maybe when you’re better we could, uh, check it out together.” He waited. Emeline laughed a little. “When I get better?” when she saw that Ferlin’s feelings were getting hurt, she stopped laughing. “When I get better?...when? When will I get better, huh? My middle is torn. I’ve been shot through by an arrow. And I’m in a foreign planet.” She looked at him, and her eyes said even more. I’m trapped. But Ferlin stood up. He said, “You’re going to get better! Don’t give me that look..Don’t give, that…” and he reached in to kiss her. Again. Right before he did, somebody shouted from another room, “Ferlin!” and it scared him so bad that he jumped, and then tripped, and fell—right on top of the bed. Right on top of the startled Emeline.
A maid, Belora, came in the room hurriedly at the sound of a little yelp from Emeline. “Ferlin?” then she saw what the situation was. “Oh! What did you do?” “Get off!” yelled Emeline, in strong pain now. “I’m stuck,” said Ferlin. Then he disappeared for a moment, traveling away—he figured it would be an easy way to get out for the moment.
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Wow. Really impressed. This story is crazy and cool. But Ferlin falling on Emeline...ouch, that must really hurt her wound.

What happens next?
 
hallo. sorry it took me so long to post...HERE is what leads into what happens next:)

Ferlin came back in the room a moment later, and with his strong help Emeline was safely up on the bed again. Belora had a great deal to ask and say to the both of them, and they weren’t really allowed to be alone together for a few days. But Emeline had been accidentally hurt, and this was a bit more dangerous condition. Ferlin spent some time exploring the universe trying to find something that could help, and wondered why fate was keeping him away from his love. And as Emeline rested uncomfortably, she would often wake up at night and look out her window. Ferlin had explained his intentions to her, so she knew he would be going to a lot of different places. I wonder if he’s on that star-looking thing now, she would think to herself. Or perhaps he’s shooting into a black hole somewhere. Oh, I wish I could come along with him. After all this ripped liver nonsense is over we’re gonna have to go find out about this box issue. That will be interesting enough. She sighed, and went back to sleep.
For about a week or two nothing happened. But Emeline slowly got better, and soon she was able to walk around some and go sit outside. In the time Ferlin would visit often, and they would have conversations that seemed to bring them closer as the days went by. By the time she was well again, they seemed to have caught up on most of the time which was lost. And both Emeline and Ferlin wanted to find out about the trail on the hill.
So one day, Emeline asked about when she could be released from the hospital completely. That day she stepped out free and cautious of the future. “I can’t wait to tell Ferlin!” she found him helping with the new barn that was being built. He was happy and surprised to see her there. She pulled him aside and explained. “Now we can look for the box!” “Yeah…okay, after I’m done with this—in about an hour, I’ll meet you outside the inn and we can plan it.” “Okay,” she said, and went away.
 
>> Or perhaps it’s normal to shed dust when you disappear, Emeline
>> thought to herself.



:D Good line. Not every sci-fi or fantasy author takes the time to think about what would be the "realities" of an imaginary ability like teleportation. Anne McCaffrey, in her endless Pern series, did think about it. Her teleporting dragons needed to be very careful not to materialize themselves inside solid matter; they could safely displace air when arriving at their destination, but if they found themselves popping out inside the ground, they didn't get any do-over, they were dead.
 
She was waiting for him as they agreed, sitting at the back where she’d first come to Mountrush. She smiled and stood up when she saw him coming around the corner. “Alright, the good news is that I have plenty of time now to go check out the hill. But the bad news is that I’m not sure if they are still there; the rain could have washed the footprints away by now. But we can still give it a try.” “Well, okay, let’s give it a try then. It’s the only way to find out. But I never thought about it like that before—I sure will be disappointed if we can’t even find the box. I wonder what’s inside or what it does.” That last part was mostly Emeline thinking aloud. Ferlin was thinking the same thing. “Well then I guess that we should hurry,” he said with a grin. They spoke about it a moment longer, and decided that Ferlin was to discuss it with Torcus and the rest of them to make sure it was alright to go at this time. That night the plans were made after they got permission, and they would leave the next day. Emeline could hardly fall asleep, for the idea of adventure was present once again.
~**~
She opened one eye, and smiled tiredly. He sat up in bed slowly. She yawned, and got out of bed—his feet came out from under him and slid to the floor. By the time he actually woke up, he was holding on to the doorknob with one hand. “Oh--” he said, surprised. “I guess I was…sleepwalking.” “Hey Ferlin!” Emeline said quietly but excitedly, “are you ready? It’s almost time.” Ferlin was still in his underwear, and felt glad that the door wasn’t fully open. “Hold on a minute,” he said.
In ten more minutes Torcus, Belora and a few others were wishing them a safe trip. “Just take it easy on your wound, Emeline,” he said. “You’re still recovering.” “Alright, I will,” she said smiling. “By!” then they walked up and over the west hill beyond the village. In ten minutes, they would start the investigation.
 
Good additions! But this confused me:

She opened one eye, and smiled tiredly. He sat up in bed slowly. She yawned, and got out of bed—his feet came out from under him and slid to the floor. By the time he actually woke up, he was holding on to the doorknob with one hand. “Oh--” he said, surprised. “I guess I was…sleepwalking.” “Hey Ferlin!” Emeline said quietly but excitedly, “are you ready? It’s almost time.” Ferlin was still in his underwear, and felt glad that the door wasn’t fully open. “Hold on a minute,” he said.
In ten more minutes Torcus, Belora and a few others were wishing them a safe trip. “Just take it easy on your wound, Emeline,” he said. “You’re still recovering.” “Alright, I will,” she said smiling. “By!” then they walked up and over the west hill beyond the village. In ten minutes, they would start the investigation.
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You kept going from Ferlin's head to Emeline's, so I didn't really know what was happening. Did she see him coming in, or was he sleepwalking, and saw her? It was pretty confusing.

Can't wait for more :)
 
yeah--he was sleepwalking, and ended up at the door where Emeline was waiting. sorry that i confused you:)

Finally they reached the top of the hill. It took Ferlin a minute to find the tracks again, after resting their legs. “Ah, here it is,” he said finally, and beckoned to Emeline. “I can’t believe they are still here,” he whispered. They seemed deep-set. “Let’s go,” Emeline said, and they stood up. And it began; the fallowing of the tracks.
Chapter 9: where it leads
They walked for about an hour, talking occasionally as they went, mostly paying attention to the fading tracks. They seemed to get harder to fallow as they continued, wandering around in zigzagged patterns, never really leading anywhere. It continued to confuse the both of them as it led, without any visual ending, all over the place. Sometime later it leads them up another hill. “How long do you think this goes?” Emeline asked. She was using a walking stick, to help support herself lest she put too much pressure on her still-healing wound. “I really don’t know,” Ferlin replied, “but whoever had the box didn’t stop on the way. He kept walking on without any rest, somehow. But even a Brookson gets tired—I wonder if it has something to do with the box itself.” Now they were almost to the top. “Do you think we could stop soon, for a little break?” Emeline hinted, and started to sit down on a rock. “Hey…” Ferlin said quietly, and stopped. He sniffed the air. “I smell it,” he said. Emeline stood up. “Smell what?” she asked, trying to herself. “The box…” he said. “I smell the box.” Emeline blinked, confused. “It has a smell? You didn’t tell me that. What’s it like? I don’t even smell anything.” Ferlin continued to walk up the hill. Emeline tagged behind, faster than before. “whoa.” What she saw was at the bottom of the other side. It was a black mess in the grass, like an explosion. That was where the trail stopped.
 
“Uh, where’s the box?” Emeline asked slowly, and fallowed Ferlin down the hill. He was still sniffing. The scent led him, of course, to the middle of the black cinders’ splatter. Then he faced the sky. He opened his eyes—they had closed on his way down the hill—and smiled. “The box took him somewhere,” he said. “They teleported.” He turned to Emeline, a bigger smile on his face now. “And we’re gonna fallow.” “We are?” Emeline said. “Cool! …so, but, how do you know where to go?” “Well, I usually can’t track that sort of thing after such a long period of time. But the box leaves a much stronger trail. The only problem is, it might be a place very, very far away…like last time. Either we’ll have to make pit stops along the way, or I just won’t be able to get there. I mean if a journey is too long, I run out of traveling power, and I stop. Or fall. I mean it’s never happened before, so I’m not really sure. But I have some mushroom juice saved anyways so I think we’ll be fine.”
After his little speech Emeline gave in to the idea reluctantly. And Ferlin searched for information. Soon he had what he was looking for. “I’ve got it!” he said. “Whenever you’re ready,” Emeline said, and held his hand. They smiled, and looked up. Emeline closed her eyes.
Whoosh—and they were gone.
 
When they got there, Emeline tumbled to the ground from the impact of landing. “We’re here!” Ferlin said, a little excited that they’d made it. “It was pretty long.” He got out his sack and drank a little bit of the liquid. Emeline sat up. “Where are we? Do you know, Ferlin?” she stood up, and smiled. It was a very hilly place with lots of rocks and boulders scattered everywhere. She herself was right beside one that cast a great shadow above her. Ferlin was putting his sack away when something hit his leg.
“Owe!” He said surprisingly, and picked up a small rock. Then another one hit his arm. This time he dodged over to Emeline behind the rock for safety. “Who’s doing that?” he called out. Then he said the same different thing in two different languages. Finally, someone answered him.
“Betrayer!” Emeline and Ferlin heard a male voice yell to them. “What’s he talking about?” Emeline whispered into Ferlin’s ear. “You know what I’m talking about,” the man said loudly. Emeline didn’t know how he could hear what she’d just said. “I saw you with that human. Come out and face your banishment!” another rock flew and landed beside them. Ferlin got out his bow and arrow, and stood up. He walked over near the man and had it aimed at him. ]
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, “but you better stop throwing stones at us. We come in peace.” As this was happening, Emeline peeked out from behind the boulder. She was surprised at what he looked like. Pale skin, short red straight hair and green fingertips that slowly let go of the remaining stones in his hands. “I can’t believe you joined the humans. A strong one like you wouldn’t have to surrender!” “What, are you talking about?” Ferlin said. He continued, “We’re not from here. Where I come from, elves get along just fine with humans.” That seemed to confuse the man. He was young, Emeline realized as she crept slowly closer to the two, actually about her own age—Seventeen, maybe eighteen.
“So you’re an…elf?” he stammered, making Ferlin confused that he was confused. “But you’re…blue, like a jay or something. You’re too tall to be an elf.” Ferlin opened his mouth, but it took him a moment before he could actually speak. “You’re not an elf?” the man laughed at this. “Of course not! I’m an anihum.” He seemed to suddenly not be confused anymore. “Okay, okay, enough of this elf talk. Fallow me.” And with that he turned around and began walking. Not knowing entirely why, Ferlin and Emeline slowly fallowed.
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“I’m taking you to a group of friends,” he said, “who will be able to find if you’re really telling the truth. Because humans aren’t so peachy around here like they used to be.” Emeline frowned at not being trusted here. She didn’t even know what the real problem with the humans was. And what on earth is an anihum? She thought to herself, and continued her trod.
“Alright, stop right here,” he finally said. “She has to stay. You, blue elfhum, still fallow quietly but keep your distance. When you hear voices and things, hide behind a rock and I will call you when I’m ready. What’s your name?”
“Ferlin,” he said. He looked back at the girl—his girl—and did not want to leave her. “Will she be safe? Another one of you... Annie-hums come and try to take her? Captive, possibly?” the man turned around. “We don’t take captives, accept when in desperation.” After another moment or so he said, “She’ll be fine as long as she’s a good hider, keeps her eyes open and her mouth shut.” He stopped talking, but didn’t really seem finished.
“What is your name?” Emeline then asked, trying to make some kind of a comeback. “Valik,” he answered. He was facing her as he said that last word, before he beckoned at Ferlin to come on. Ferlin looked back until she was out of site, meeting his regretful gaze. Sigh.
 
Soon they came to the place where Ferlin had to wait. “And don’t get too fancy with that slingshot and pointy-stick things,” he said, and turned to go. Ferlin smiled. Wherever he went, nobody knew what bows and arrows were. He leaned against a rock, wondering if he should bother with these…anihums. And what were they? Such strange eyes, Valik possessed—green with an orange stripe down the middle, like a cat almost. Well he couldn’t pick on him too much, for his own eyes were a bit peculiar-looking. Not to mention his skin. Well, who cared anyway? Not Emeline, he thought happily. Not the mountrushes, exactly. Maybe at first, but they got used to me. He looked up. His ears tilted to the side, to different angles, trying to hear better. Did he hear them calling his name? He stood up, and waited. They were talking about him; he could catch them saying his name once in a while. Soon he was called, and he walked over to where they were, and came from out behind the rocks.
Valik walked over to Ferlin to meet him, and led him to the center of a group of odd-looking people creatures. Some of them were humans that looked like animals, and some were more like animals that looked like humans. “This is Ferlin. He claims he’s from a place where humans are not the enemy.” A line of older-looking anihums came up and started sniffing Ferlin all over. One of them, like a moose, made moose-like sounds to Valik. Then he said, “I’ll be right back,” and walked away. What in the world are they doing? Ferlin almost laughed as they continued to smell his clothes and belt, and pretty much everything else part of him. Finally they were done, and stood back. They seemed to be waiting for Valik to return. “Hi,” Ferlin said. The moose turned to look at him curiously. “Mmrooh,” he grunted, and turned away again. After another awkward minute, Valik came back leading Emeline.

When the anihums saw her, they started whispering and murmuring, even frowning at poor Emeline who felt their muffled hatred surrounding her, and the sense of guilt that came from knowing that her own kind, humans, had hurt them in some way that caused it. But she also sensed something else among them—fear. They feared humans. And, consequently, they feared her. Emeline. Ferlin noticed, too, that they were slower to approach her than they were to him. Up close, the moose looked her in the eyes, as if looking for something more from her than most like her. Most humans. Then he looked surprised for a moment, and started to smell her as well. His friends did the same—accept for the looking into her eyes part. When they were done they stepped back. “Well, what do you think?” Valik asked. One that had been with the moose, looking like a buffalo, said, “They are telling the truth. They are not from here. And he is not an anihum.” Some of the crowd gasped, and Valik looked shocked. “Well then, what is he?” he stammered. The big bison creature continued, “He is not an elf either. We may have to use more than our noses for this one. As for the girl—” he looked at Emeline—“she has purple eyes, which I have never seen on a human in all of my days fighting them. This is all I know of now. Hopefully we can find out much more soon. Alright, everyone, meeting’s over. Next meeting is tomorrow afternoon! Moose, Valik, and you two new ones, I would like to speak with you alone.” The rest of the anihums walked around and eventually drifted away. Ferlin, Emeline, Valik and Moose all gathered in a circle about the buffalo. “So,” he said, “where do you come from?”
 
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yeah--he was sleepwalking, and ended up at the door where Emeline was waiting. sorry that i confused you
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Cool :)

Ferlin continued to walk up the hill. Emeline tagged behind, faster than before. “whoa.” What she saw was at the bottom of the other side. It was a black mess in the grass, like an explosion. That was where the trail stopped.
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WHAT!?? No way! *scurries back to read more*

A line of older-looking anihums came up and started sniffing Ferlin all over. One of them, like a moose, made moose-like sounds to Valik
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Lol. :p That part was really funny. This story is so much fun to read - can't wait til you post more :)
 
:D yeah, there was a reason for it. glad you liked it:)

Chapter 10: a troubled find
“Kind of a long story,” Ferlin said. He looked at Emeline for a moment, and then looked back at the two huge creatures that, he could see, were ready for a long story. “Well, I was raised in an orphanage with her on a planet called Shikel, but when I was a young teen I found out that I had the superpower to…um, travel to different worlds. So I took her to a place where I have friends and now I’m looking for something that I’ve lost.” Valik smiled, and then laughed. He stopped when the moose turned and gave him a look that told him to. The buffalo seemed displeased and worried at Ferlin’s explanation. “So why did you come here, then?” he asked. This time Emeline spoke. “We’re only here because we think the thing we’re looking for is here,” she said. She was beginning to wonder if they were saying too much. The buffalo asked one more question.
“Is the thing you are looking for, a box?”
“Yes!” both Emeline and Ferlin said at the same time. They were surprised, then cautious. They waited for him to say something else. But all he said was, “well then, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Then he gave grunt like voice and buffalo talk to Valik. “Okay,” Valik said, and went over to Ferlin and Emeline. “Alright, I guess you two are under my authority until tomorrow’s meeting,” he said proudly. “You can sleep in the extra tent. Okay?”
“Okay,” they said. And they followed him, again.
 
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