White Hair

[Pina Cool Ada]

this is a fantasy, and im not sure about the name...

Prologue​

At the beginning of the world, there were four dominant races: Dragons, Elves, Humans, and Goblins. Dragons ruled the skies and the high mountain tops. Elves lived in the deep forests and meadows. Humans held dominion over the seas and farmlands. The Goblins lived in the underground and swamps. The four races lived in harmony for thousands of years. Then, the Goblins became discontent and rose up against the other races, intent on ruling the known world. The Dragons refused to enter into the war and retreated to the very highest mountaintops. But the Elves and Humans banded together against the advancing army of the Goblins. A long, bloody war followed, but eventually the Elves and Humans emerged victorious. Few Goblins survived, and they retreated to the depths of their underground world. The humans and elves sustained enormous injuries to their races: thousands upon thousands slain. The humans began to rebuild and replenish the land, but the elves grew fearful. They were very weak, and the humans could overtake them. So the greatest magic-users in the Elven kingdom worked together to create another world, an alternate world. The elves retreated into this fake world to live until they were once again a strong nation. But as the years passed, the humans forgot the other races, and the elves forgot that the world they were in was not their own. But the dragons watched the humans from above, and the goblins waited.

 

[Fantasy Fan]

OOoooooh! Please continue! I want more! No, wait I mean, I need more!!!

 

[Pina Cool Ada]

glad you like it!

Siarra laughed and danced just out of reach of her best friend. Silver made another grab for her and this time he managed to wrap his arm around her waist.
“That was not nice,” he admonished, but the laughter in his voice ruined any chances he had a lecturing her. Siarra laughed again and took Silver’s hand. They walked through the quiet streets of Elra, occasionally seeing another elf or two, though it was getting late. Siarra and Silver reached the small palace just as the half moon rose above the horizon.
“Look at all the stars,” Siarra whispered. They both stopped and stared into the sky. Half of the sky was littered with thousands of stars. The other half was blank. They continued to stargaze until Silver forced her to keep walking.
“Your parents are not going to be happy with you.”
“My parents are never happy with me.” Silver didn’t answer. They made their way into the palace and to the great room, where a huge fire blazed. Just before they went in, Silver pulled his friend to a stop.
“Where’s the crown?” he hissed in a whisper. Siarra froze for a second before darting back the way they came. She returned seconds later with the crown on her head from where she had stashed it earlier that day. Silver made a small adjustment and they walked into the room. Sitting on a large couch before the fire sat Siarra’s parents, King (?) and Queen Jiyana. They both rose as their only child approached.
“Where have you been?” thundered her father without preamble. “You directly disobeyed us! You were not to leave the palace! And when you are allowed to leave the palace, which you are not due to your last escapade, you are to have your Royal Guards with you!” Her father continued to shout at her before her mother stepped in.
“That’s enough, (?).” She laid a hand on her husband’s arm and led him back to the couch. “Siarra, come here.” Siarra reluctantly went to stand before her parents. “Siarra, this must stop. You are the crowned princess. The only heir to the throne. You must start acting more responsibly, not like a three-year-old.” Siarra flinched, but otherwise did not acknowledge her mother’s words. “Do you hear me? No more skipping lessons, no more sneaking away from Captain Raynold and his men, no more anything.” Siarra wondered how in the world they were going to implement theses ‘new’ rules. “I have already informed the stable hands that you are not to be allowed in.” Siarra’s mouth dropped open.
“How am I to ride WhiteStar?” she asked, referring to her unicorn.
“You are not. At least, not until you have behaved for one full week.”
“That’s not fair!”
“It is completely fair,” her father inserted.
‘Siarra, you are a princess. Someday, you will be queen. Every elf in this nation is depending on you, and you must-”
“Stop it! Just stop it!“ Siarra shouted. “I’m sick of hearing it! I didn’t ask to be a princess! I don’t care if they are all depending on me! You don’t want me for the job, so get someone else” Siarra turned and lightly ran out of the room despite her anger. Silver started to follow, but the queen softly calling his name stopped him. He immediately went before them and knelt down on knee with his forehead touching his other knee. She motioned for him to stand.
“Silver, I am sorry, but you can’t see my daughter anymore,” she said gently. Silver nodded, even as he knew the order would not be followed.
“Your majesty if I may, I would like to point out that this is not the way to keep Siarra in line. You may not realize it, but I do my best to keep her out of trouble and I never suggest something against the rules. But I am her only friend, not her keeper.” The queen was silent. “I think it only fair to tell you that I will not stay away from her,” he went on. Both parents sighed in defeat.
“It was worth a try. And Silver, we are glad for whatever positive influence you have on her.” Silver nodded, knelt, then left the room.
Siarra was waiting for him in a stone gazebo in the only garden in the entire city. Space was much to precious to let trees and plants grow. She was sitting on the ground with her back to one of the pillars.
“What did she want?” Siarra had especially good hearing. Silver told her the gist of the conversation. Instead of getting angry, Siarra sighed much the same way her parents had done when they spoke of her. Silver sat down with his back against the opposite pillar. Their feet almost touched across the gazebo. No words were needed as the two friends contemplated what the next day would hold. Silver fell asleep only a few minutes after Siarra.
Siarra didn’t notice as the pillar behind her seemed to fade away. She dreamed she was falling backwards, tumbling head over heels through darkness. When she struggled to consciousness, she was so cold that her body shut down, dragging her back into oblivion.
Silver woke up with a start. He stared at the pillar across form him. Siarra was gone.

 

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Jonathon held his trembling hands over the fire. His friends James and Sonny extended their hands beside his. Martha came bustling into the room with a tray with four bowls of hot soup.
“You boys eat up now. Maybe this soup will warm you up. Where is David?” The men abandoned the fire to attack the soup.
“He went outside. He said he saw something,” said James.
“Outside? But there’s a blizzard outside!”
“It’s alright Martha. You know David. He could find his way blindfolded through a maze. He’ll be fine.” Just as Sonny finished his sentence, the door burst open and David strode in. He was carrying something in his arms that he had wrapped his coat in.
“Get everything off the table,” he said and the others obeyed swiftly. He laid his burden down, then drug the table closer to the fire. At six and half feet and all muscle, the job was easy for him.
“What is it?” asked Jonathon, still eating his soup.
“Normally I would correct you and say you need to ask who is it, but in this case…” David shrugged. “Here, look.” Jonathon came closer as David pulled his coat aside to reveal the face of a beautiful young woman. Her hair was a dark brown and fell in waves around her face. Her skin was very light and perfectly smooth. But David was right. There was something strange about her. Her eyes were almond shaped and slightly slanted. The David tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Check this out.” Jonathon turned to he could look at her ear. It was pointed. His gaze met David’s. Sonny and James pushed each other for a look and Martha craned her head around Jonathon to look.
“Well, I’ll be. Will ya look at that. Her ears are pointed! How strange!” Martha exclaimed. “But she is a beauty, isn’t she? Where did you find her?” David motioned vaguely to the door. Outside the wind howled and snow fell foot after foot. “I saw something when I was checking on the horses and found her buried in the snow. But she hasn’t been there long.” Jonathon studied her more closely. Her lips were blue, but other than that, she looked alright for being out in a blizzard.
“How on earth did she end up all the way out here without being frozen?” wondered Sonny out loud. Before anyone could make a guess, her eyes flew open revealing the strangest shade of purple. She sat straight up and stared at all of them.
“Who are you? Where am I?” she demanded. She had a strange accent unlike any the men had heard before.
“You are in the Southern Tip. And we are Martha, Sonny, James, David, and Jonathon.”
“Prince Jonathon,” added David and Jonathon glared at him. The girls eyes were wide now.
“P-prince? Prince of what?” Everyone stared at her to see if she was joking, but they could see she was serious. Not only serious, but beginning to get very upset. She was shaking and her already large eyes were as big as saucers. Jonathon pulled her from the table and sat her in a chair before seating himself.
“Martha, can we get something hot to drink for her?” Jonathon drew his chair up to hers and the other men took seats around the table as well. “Now, let’s start with your name.” She bit her lip.
“It’s…Siarra. And you…you aren’t elves are you?” Then men stared at her.
“Is she crazy?” asked James. Siarra jumped up.
“How dare you! I am not crazy!”
“Easy there,” Jonathon said quickly. “He didn’t mean that, did you James?” James looked mutinous for a second, then shook his head. Siarra slowly sat down. She couldn’t believe what she saw. The men around her were clearly not elves. Their bodies were much too big and muscular. And the one, even though he was sitting down, was huge! Siarra turned to the one who claimed to be a prince and studied him. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. But his ears were what drew her notice. They were not pointed.
“This is impossible,” she siad, almost talking to herself. “Humans don’t exist.” The men started.
“What do you think we are, then?” said James. “And what are you?”
“I’m an elf, of course.”
“Elves don’t exist,” said Sonny.
“Of course they do! There are thousands of us.” A thought suddenly hit Siarra. “Wait. Where did you say I am?”
“The Southern Tip,” said David. Siarra’s white face grew even whiter.
“I’m…how…where…but…I don’s understand. How did I get here?”
“What is the last thing you remember?” asked David.
“I fell asleep in the garden. Mother and Father had been angry at me…”
'Garden where?"
"In Elra."
“Elra?”
“Yes, my home. Where there is no Southern Tip. Or Neorten Palce. Just Elra.”
“But how did you get here?”
“I don’t know. But I want to know how I get back.”

 

[Pina Cool Ada]

um, if anyone is reading this, this part rewrites the end of the last section...
“What is the last thing you remember?” asked David. Siarra ignored the question. Her mind scrambled to figure out what was happening. She was surrounded by four men who should not exist in a place that didn’t exist. Siarra jumped up and cracked open the door, hoping to see something familiar. Instead, all she saw was darkness and swirling white stuff. She stared wide eyed at the white ground. Slowly she knelt down and touched it. Her hand came away wet and cold. She stood back up and shut the door, still staring at her hand. One of the humans, David, led her back to her chair and shoved something warm into her hands. “Drink,” he ordered. Siarra slowly lifted the mug to her lips. The liquid was warm and sweet, unlike anything Siarra had ever had, but she barely tasted it. Where was she? How did she get here? Where was Silver? Her last thought made her freeze. Ever since she was three years old, she had always known where Silver was, no matter where he was in Elra. And she couldn’t feel him! Her breathing grew ragged. Silver! The mug slipped form her hand, spilling the hot liquid onto the table where it poured into her lap. Silver, where are you? The men shouted and pulled her back from the liquid still pouring onto her hands and lap, burning her. Silver, please, answer me! Someone shook her shoulders violently. Salvron! Anse sen! Nothing. She could hear nothing. He did not, could not answer her.
“Siarra, snap out of it!” Siarra jerked and stared at Jonathon, who was shaking her shoulders so hard her teeth rattled. When she saw his strange brown eyes, she burst out crying. It was all too strange and she felt so lonely without Silver beside her and in her head. She felt Jonathon’s arms surround her and she sobbed into his chest.
“I just want to go home. Silver…” She continued to talk and cry, though nothing she said made sense. Jonathon looked over her head to where his men sat watching with concerned expressions. David met his eyes. He nodded in understanding. They were in way over their heads.
Siarra eventually cried herself into exhaustion. Jonathon handed her over to David who carried her into the only bedroom in the house. Martha sat with her until she fell asleep, then joined the men in the kitchen area. They all sat around the table staring at each other, trying to figure out what had just happened. Martha silently cleaned up the spilt hot chocolate, then gave each of the men a mug. She sat down before addressing Jonathon.
“So, what are you going to do with her?” Jonathon sighed and dropped his head on the back of his chair.
“I guess we take her to Neorten. My parents need to know about this.”
“We were heading back anyway,” remarked James. “We’ve been gone six months.”
“And it’s a four month journey back,” inserted Sonny. His blue eyes stared at Jonathon. “Do you really think, you know, that she’s a, um-”
“An elf?” Jonathon stared into the fire. “I don’t know. She thinks she is. But she could just be a strange looking, crazy human.”
“I would rather her be that than an elf. Do you know what that would mean?” asked James. Jonathon grimaced.
“I don’t want to even think about it.” Jonathon looked over at David. “What do you think?” David cocked his head.
“I think she is telling the truth,” he answered simply. Jonathon nodded. Any other man, and Jonathon would have scoffed at him. But David’s instincts had saved him many times, and Jonathon knew better than to question him.
“Alright then,” Jonathon said, sounding very much like the prince he was. “We leave as soon as Mason gets back.”
“That would be after the blizzard is over, right?” questioned Sonny. Jonathon smiled at the young man. “Yes, after the blizzard. Martha, do you think you have any clothes Siarra can wear? She needs a coat at least.” Martha nodded and left the table. “Let’s get some sleep.”