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Acanthus 14 - Feldgrau Saturation - Oils - Modeling Clay - Glitter - Novelty Beads - Beading Wire
Name: Kana
Story: Shadows in the distance
Characters: Caithlynn, Frey, Alan, Tessa, Simon, Sarah
Colors: Feldgrau, Acanthus 14
Supplies and Styles: Saturation – Oils (a universe made of stories) – Modeling Clay (crisis) – Glitter (For all his bluster, it is the sad province of man that he cannot choose his triumph. He can only choose how he will stand when the call of destiny comes, hoping he will have the courage to answer." – Mohinder Suresh, from Heroes) – Novelty Beads (http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6qxpw8i261qkohgn.gif) – Beading Wire (Wildflower picture – Landscape – Abruzzo, Italy) - Graffity
Word count: 2305
Rating: PG13
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Can I have a Feldgrau color tag please. ^^
2. Civil War
There are battles – fighting – all around her. Her land, her hometown, is filled with flames and screams and fear.
Caithlynn looks around. Eyes wide open and tears running down her cheeks. Her hands balled to fists.
“Caithlynn!”
Her mother’s desperate voice. Echoing through the street. Guiding her to a safe place. She runs towards the sound, flinching every time she hears battle noises.
“Where have you been? Don’t you dare leaving like that again.”
There is no anger on her mother’s face, despite the harshness of her voice. She is just worried. Scared. So scared.
Sarah looks around, eyes filled with suspicion, before entering her house, pushing her daughter through the door first. There is not much she can actually do to protect her little girl – only nine years old – but these small actions.
Fear. So much fear. For everything. For everyone. No one is safe anymore. There is no one you can trust anymore.
Sarah shrinks when she hears the screams on the street. Holding Caithlynn close to her. Not even the closed door can hold back the gruesome sounds.
14. Gunfire
The fighting has been going on for nearly a year. The sounds don’t scare her anymore. Have become a part of her every-day life. The only thing that does manage to make her jump up and want to hide, are the explosions.
Caithlynn does not look aside when she hears the gunfire and the screams. It’s too dangerous to be caught staring or wandering. She closes her eyes for just one second. A silent pray.
Silent. Another thing she hates. Fears. The silence. Because what follows afterwards is always worse.
15. Ceasefire
Another couple of months later, a storm breaks lose. The wind howling around the village, making the flames that seem to burn everywhere rise before putting them out completely.
Everybody hides inside. Scared of this brute force of nature.
Smiling, Sarah takes Caithlynn’s hand in her own before opening the door. Her daughter’s eyes open wide when she realises her mother wants to go outside.
“Mum, no. This storm is way too powerful. We’ll never make it to wherever you want to go.”
Sarah doesn’t reply. Instead she smiles reassuringly once more, before walking outside. Full of confidence. And Caithlynn follows. There is nothing else she can do. She will not fight her mother.
Surprised she notices that the wind does not bother them. It’s as if there is a secret and invisible path. One only her mother can see.
“Don’t worry Caithlynn. We are safe.”
Safe… It is a word they haven’t used in such a long time. It is a word she has nearly forgotten.
There is a man standing at the edge of the forest. Just standing there. Unharmed by the wind that is racing.
“Simon.”
The name leaves Sarah’s lips. A mere whisper. But Caithlynn has heard it – even over the noise of the storm.
“Sarah. Caithlynn.”
She wonders who this man is. Wonders how he knows her name.
“You’re back.”
For the first time since years, her mother’s voice sounds cheerful. Happy. Carefree.
“For now.”
They both hear the ‘but’. And Caithlynn can see the sadness and the pain return in her mother’s eyes.
“But I can’t stay Sarah. You know I can’t…”
Sighing Sarah nods. Whispering a very soft “I know” before she turns around, motioning for Caithlynn to step up beside her.
“Caithlynn.”
Sarah’s hands are warm on her shoulders.
“This is your father. The Wielder of the Element Air.”
Caithlynn’s eyes open wide and she doesn’t know whether she wants to hide behind her mother or run over and hug him.
6. peacekeeping force
Simon stays. For a while. His presence is calming. His magic chases away all the darkness. The darkness in the hearts of the people. The darkness of the war that has raced on for little over a year.
People are talking to each other again. There is regret and pain and forgiveness. And life returns to its normal way. Slowly. But it does. How unlikely it might feel.
For the first time ever, Caithlynn feels what it is like to have a family. What it is to have a father.
“She adores you Simon.”
He smiles when he wraps his arm around Sarah’s shoulder. Both of them watching Caithlynn on the swing set.
Sarah doesn’t ask for him to stay. Knows he will not, no matter what happens, no matter what is said.
“I am going to miss you.”
He kisses the top of her head, holding her close. It is his way of telling her he will miss her as well.
12. trench
They are walking through the village. In silence. Side by side. Simon and Caithlynn. Father and daughter.
“When will you leave?”
Her question surprises him for a second. Only because it breaks the silence.
“Soon.”
She shakes her head, biting back tears.
“Why?”
His hand on her shoulder is comforting.
“Because I have to.”
Caithlynn nods. Wondering why it makes perfect sense, while in fact it doesn't. Wondering why she understands, while no one else would.
“What is going to happen?”
They pass the outside of the village. Crossing a trench – they will be used for something better soon, harvest probably – and heading for the forest.
“I do not know.”
She looks at him with eyes too wise for her age. Respecting his honesty. Respecting that he doesn't offer her any kind of false comfort.
“But the Shadow will return?”
Simon nods gravely. “It always will. As long as there are Wielders, as long as the power of the Elements stand, yes, the Shadow will return…”
4. standing
She often thinks about all her father told her before he left again. All the stories. All the advice. All the guidance... Neither of them is sure - they can't be sure - that Caithlynn will inherit Simon's gifts, his magic. They cannot know whether or not Caithlynn will become the next Wielder of Air. They cannot know whether a new Wielder will be needed in this time. It can take ages before the Shadow manages to return...
A soft sigh escapes her while she walks through the forest. She's not really paying attention - doesn't need to pay attention. After all, she knows her way around the trees just as well as she knows her house. She spends too many hours a day beneath the leaves.
A soft growling to her left makes her look up. Eyes wide open. Not really in fear. The forest and its inhabitants don't scare her. They never have. They never will.
Black eyes, smoldering, are looking at her through the bushes. White fangs glittering in the sunlight that falls through the trees.
She stands still. Unmoving. Gaze fixed on the black beast that slowly steps forward. It seems to be a battle of willpower. Her mind against the spirit of the beast. She nearly smiles when she sees the glance in its eyes soften.
Another growl. It makes her narrow her eyes. She does not want to fight.
Caithlynn swirls around when she hears the branch break behind her. Someone snuck up on them. Someone with a weapon raised. Someone ready to kill the black beast.
She holds her hands up. "NO!" The shout is desperate. But it is too later. The arrow has been shot and she sees it flying towards the animal. A perfect aim.
She can feel the beast's fear. And acceptance. And anger. Such conflicted feelings. But they connect to hers. The same anger. The same fear.
A warm feeling spreads through her. Tingling. It's strange, yet not unwelcome, not unpleasant. It's... powerful...
Caithlynn can feel the Wind rise around her. Her hair flying around wildly. The Wind moves through her hands, spreads around - like tentacles. It bursts out in full power when it hits the arrow. Making the hunter fly backwards, slamming against a tree. Caithlynn stumbles backwards, nearly losing her balance as well. Growling softly the black beast moves forward, using his body to prevent her from falling.
Her eyes are wide open when she places her hand on the animal's back. Marveling at how soft the fur is. Surprised she looks around.
"Oh heavens. You don't mean that..."
She looks at her hands, gaze shifting aside to the beast - eyes locking for a second - before she turns her face towards the sky.
"Air. Wielder of the Elements."
Her voice is trembling and the fear is clearly visible in her eyes. The animal nudges his head against her leg. And for a second the girl thinks she hears it whine softly.
1. world war
When Simon leaves, they hold on to the peace and the feeling of safety. For as long as they can. And they manage quite well.
Smiles and laughter and happiness. Playing children and the smell of fresh baked bread in the streets.
Until one day, the wind suddenly raises in force again. Not completely like the storm all those years ago. But still. It’s a warning. It’s a sign. One only Sarah understands. The Shadow is threatening again. The Shadow is coming closer again. Much more powerful than last time.
“Caithlynn.”
The tone of her mother’s voice warns her.
“It is time. It starts again. It will begin again.”
Sarah quickly moves over to her daughter, hugging her. Holding her close as if she never wants to let go again.
“You are your father’s daughter. Remember all I told you. Remember all he told you. Remember the power of the Wind. Remember…”
Smiling Caithlynn interrupts her mother’s monologue.
“I know mother. I will not forget. Nothing. I know who I am. I know what my destiny is. I know.”
Protect the world. Safe it...
3. preparation
She clenches her fist. Wanting nothing more but to call the Wind to her hand. Needing to feel it with her, around her. Needing to let it run between her fingers, between her hands.
A deep sigh before Caithlynn continues her walk.
“I am ready.”
High above her Dragon, Taigiri, roars.
8. discipline
From the moment she and Alan met, they have been arguing. Fighting even. Then going back to ignoring each other most of the time.
They soon learn to work together when the danger arrives. To listen to each other and respect each other. It doesn’t mean they start liking each other. But they are well aware that the only way to win this war, is to work together. And they know their personal feelings, fights, cannot interfere with the sake of the world.
5. reserves
Caithlynn drops to the ground. Tired. Completely robbed of all energy.
“Are you alright?”
It’s only when she hears Frey’s worried voice that she realizes she has her eyes closed. Her breathing ragged and irregular.
She smiles reassuringly. “Yeah sure. I’m okay.”
Quickly continuing, correcting, when she sees the look on the kid’s face.
“I will be okay very soon. Just give me a little while to recover.”
Her eyes lock with Alan’s and she knows she can’t make him believe it. She has gone too deep. Too far. She’s exhausted and it will take longer than a little while to be completely recovered.
7. Uniform
Their characters are completely different. Silent and strict and angry Alan. Ever cheerful and happy and innocent Frey. Calm and helpful Caithlynn. Enthusiastic and always smiling Tessa.
They couldn’t have been more different. Yet there is one thing. One thing that connects them more than anything else ever could.
The powers of the Elements and the Dragons.
And the desperate determination to fight and defeat the Shadow.
9. chain of command
Nothing has ever been said or agreed. But Alan was the one who usually took the lead. It needn’t to be spoken about. It was just... logic. He found his Element and his Dragon when he was five. Caithlynn only found out when she was seventeen. Alan has been trained. All these years. The village elder knew what to do or say to prepare him for everything there was still to come. They helped him while the villagers of Caithlynn’s town feared her and her control of the Wind. She was alone but with her mother’s guiding and her father’s stories. But there is nothing, nothing, that could have possibly prepared her for this.
11. battle
The sun shines through the clouds while the swords meet in midair. The Dragon’s breathing fire, burning the fields black.
Caithlynn shivers when she sees more assassins arrive down the hill. She shouts a quick warning. The three other Wielders hear it, continuing their fights even more viciously. They cannot hold on for much longer. The battles have been following each other up more rapidly than they have time to recover.
They are getting tired...
13. Wound
She smiles when she finds Sarah on the swingset. Shaking her head lightly, wondering how often she has sat there the past months. Waiting. Waiting for the world to end or her daughter to come home.
“Make her happy.”
She looks aside when she feels Alan’s hand on her shoulder.
Caithlynn walks over to her mother. Ignoring the pain in her shoulder and her leg. Not giving in to clutch her side when moving. The pain will go away and the wounds will fade to scars. And perhaps, in time, even the scars will fade.
10. skirmish
There have been incidents. Of course. But as soon as it turns towards something more. Something serious. They remember that one war. They remember Simon. And Sarah. And their bravery. They remember the war that followed years later. The war that predicted the end of the world. The war Caithlynn and Alan and Frey and Tessa fought. And won. The war that was so much greater than anyone ever could have predicted.
Story: Shadows in the distance
Characters: Caithlynn, Frey, Alan, Tessa, Simon, Sarah
Colors: Feldgrau, Acanthus 14
Supplies and Styles: Saturation – Oils (a universe made of stories) – Modeling Clay (crisis) – Glitter (For all his bluster, it is the sad province of man that he cannot choose his triumph. He can only choose how he will stand when the call of destiny comes, hoping he will have the courage to answer." – Mohinder Suresh, from Heroes) – Novelty Beads (http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6qxpw8i261qkohgn.gif) – Beading Wire (Wildflower picture – Landscape – Abruzzo, Italy) - Graffity
Word count: 2305
Rating: PG13
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Can I have a Feldgrau color tag please. ^^
2. Civil War
There are battles – fighting – all around her. Her land, her hometown, is filled with flames and screams and fear.
Caithlynn looks around. Eyes wide open and tears running down her cheeks. Her hands balled to fists.
“Caithlynn!”
Her mother’s desperate voice. Echoing through the street. Guiding her to a safe place. She runs towards the sound, flinching every time she hears battle noises.
“Where have you been? Don’t you dare leaving like that again.”
There is no anger on her mother’s face, despite the harshness of her voice. She is just worried. Scared. So scared.
Sarah looks around, eyes filled with suspicion, before entering her house, pushing her daughter through the door first. There is not much she can actually do to protect her little girl – only nine years old – but these small actions.
Fear. So much fear. For everything. For everyone. No one is safe anymore. There is no one you can trust anymore.
Sarah shrinks when she hears the screams on the street. Holding Caithlynn close to her. Not even the closed door can hold back the gruesome sounds.
14. Gunfire
The fighting has been going on for nearly a year. The sounds don’t scare her anymore. Have become a part of her every-day life. The only thing that does manage to make her jump up and want to hide, are the explosions.
Caithlynn does not look aside when she hears the gunfire and the screams. It’s too dangerous to be caught staring or wandering. She closes her eyes for just one second. A silent pray.
Silent. Another thing she hates. Fears. The silence. Because what follows afterwards is always worse.
15. Ceasefire
Another couple of months later, a storm breaks lose. The wind howling around the village, making the flames that seem to burn everywhere rise before putting them out completely.
Everybody hides inside. Scared of this brute force of nature.
Smiling, Sarah takes Caithlynn’s hand in her own before opening the door. Her daughter’s eyes open wide when she realises her mother wants to go outside.
“Mum, no. This storm is way too powerful. We’ll never make it to wherever you want to go.”
Sarah doesn’t reply. Instead she smiles reassuringly once more, before walking outside. Full of confidence. And Caithlynn follows. There is nothing else she can do. She will not fight her mother.
Surprised she notices that the wind does not bother them. It’s as if there is a secret and invisible path. One only her mother can see.
“Don’t worry Caithlynn. We are safe.”
Safe… It is a word they haven’t used in such a long time. It is a word she has nearly forgotten.
There is a man standing at the edge of the forest. Just standing there. Unharmed by the wind that is racing.
“Simon.”
The name leaves Sarah’s lips. A mere whisper. But Caithlynn has heard it – even over the noise of the storm.
“Sarah. Caithlynn.”
She wonders who this man is. Wonders how he knows her name.
“You’re back.”
For the first time since years, her mother’s voice sounds cheerful. Happy. Carefree.
“For now.”
They both hear the ‘but’. And Caithlynn can see the sadness and the pain return in her mother’s eyes.
“But I can’t stay Sarah. You know I can’t…”
Sighing Sarah nods. Whispering a very soft “I know” before she turns around, motioning for Caithlynn to step up beside her.
“Caithlynn.”
Sarah’s hands are warm on her shoulders.
“This is your father. The Wielder of the Element Air.”
Caithlynn’s eyes open wide and she doesn’t know whether she wants to hide behind her mother or run over and hug him.
6. peacekeeping force
Simon stays. For a while. His presence is calming. His magic chases away all the darkness. The darkness in the hearts of the people. The darkness of the war that has raced on for little over a year.
People are talking to each other again. There is regret and pain and forgiveness. And life returns to its normal way. Slowly. But it does. How unlikely it might feel.
For the first time ever, Caithlynn feels what it is like to have a family. What it is to have a father.
“She adores you Simon.”
He smiles when he wraps his arm around Sarah’s shoulder. Both of them watching Caithlynn on the swing set.
Sarah doesn’t ask for him to stay. Knows he will not, no matter what happens, no matter what is said.
“I am going to miss you.”
He kisses the top of her head, holding her close. It is his way of telling her he will miss her as well.
12. trench
They are walking through the village. In silence. Side by side. Simon and Caithlynn. Father and daughter.
“When will you leave?”
Her question surprises him for a second. Only because it breaks the silence.
“Soon.”
She shakes her head, biting back tears.
“Why?”
His hand on her shoulder is comforting.
“Because I have to.”
Caithlynn nods. Wondering why it makes perfect sense, while in fact it doesn't. Wondering why she understands, while no one else would.
“What is going to happen?”
They pass the outside of the village. Crossing a trench – they will be used for something better soon, harvest probably – and heading for the forest.
“I do not know.”
She looks at him with eyes too wise for her age. Respecting his honesty. Respecting that he doesn't offer her any kind of false comfort.
“But the Shadow will return?”
Simon nods gravely. “It always will. As long as there are Wielders, as long as the power of the Elements stand, yes, the Shadow will return…”
4. standing
She often thinks about all her father told her before he left again. All the stories. All the advice. All the guidance... Neither of them is sure - they can't be sure - that Caithlynn will inherit Simon's gifts, his magic. They cannot know whether or not Caithlynn will become the next Wielder of Air. They cannot know whether a new Wielder will be needed in this time. It can take ages before the Shadow manages to return...
A soft sigh escapes her while she walks through the forest. She's not really paying attention - doesn't need to pay attention. After all, she knows her way around the trees just as well as she knows her house. She spends too many hours a day beneath the leaves.
A soft growling to her left makes her look up. Eyes wide open. Not really in fear. The forest and its inhabitants don't scare her. They never have. They never will.
Black eyes, smoldering, are looking at her through the bushes. White fangs glittering in the sunlight that falls through the trees.
She stands still. Unmoving. Gaze fixed on the black beast that slowly steps forward. It seems to be a battle of willpower. Her mind against the spirit of the beast. She nearly smiles when she sees the glance in its eyes soften.
Another growl. It makes her narrow her eyes. She does not want to fight.
Caithlynn swirls around when she hears the branch break behind her. Someone snuck up on them. Someone with a weapon raised. Someone ready to kill the black beast.
She holds her hands up. "NO!" The shout is desperate. But it is too later. The arrow has been shot and she sees it flying towards the animal. A perfect aim.
She can feel the beast's fear. And acceptance. And anger. Such conflicted feelings. But they connect to hers. The same anger. The same fear.
A warm feeling spreads through her. Tingling. It's strange, yet not unwelcome, not unpleasant. It's... powerful...
Caithlynn can feel the Wind rise around her. Her hair flying around wildly. The Wind moves through her hands, spreads around - like tentacles. It bursts out in full power when it hits the arrow. Making the hunter fly backwards, slamming against a tree. Caithlynn stumbles backwards, nearly losing her balance as well. Growling softly the black beast moves forward, using his body to prevent her from falling.
Her eyes are wide open when she places her hand on the animal's back. Marveling at how soft the fur is. Surprised she looks around.
"Oh heavens. You don't mean that..."
She looks at her hands, gaze shifting aside to the beast - eyes locking for a second - before she turns her face towards the sky.
"Air. Wielder of the Elements."
Her voice is trembling and the fear is clearly visible in her eyes. The animal nudges his head against her leg. And for a second the girl thinks she hears it whine softly.
1. world war
When Simon leaves, they hold on to the peace and the feeling of safety. For as long as they can. And they manage quite well.
Smiles and laughter and happiness. Playing children and the smell of fresh baked bread in the streets.
Until one day, the wind suddenly raises in force again. Not completely like the storm all those years ago. But still. It’s a warning. It’s a sign. One only Sarah understands. The Shadow is threatening again. The Shadow is coming closer again. Much more powerful than last time.
“Caithlynn.”
The tone of her mother’s voice warns her.
“It is time. It starts again. It will begin again.”
Sarah quickly moves over to her daughter, hugging her. Holding her close as if she never wants to let go again.
“You are your father’s daughter. Remember all I told you. Remember all he told you. Remember the power of the Wind. Remember…”
Smiling Caithlynn interrupts her mother’s monologue.
“I know mother. I will not forget. Nothing. I know who I am. I know what my destiny is. I know.”
Protect the world. Safe it...
3. preparation
She clenches her fist. Wanting nothing more but to call the Wind to her hand. Needing to feel it with her, around her. Needing to let it run between her fingers, between her hands.
A deep sigh before Caithlynn continues her walk.
“I am ready.”
High above her Dragon, Taigiri, roars.
8. discipline
From the moment she and Alan met, they have been arguing. Fighting even. Then going back to ignoring each other most of the time.
They soon learn to work together when the danger arrives. To listen to each other and respect each other. It doesn’t mean they start liking each other. But they are well aware that the only way to win this war, is to work together. And they know their personal feelings, fights, cannot interfere with the sake of the world.
5. reserves
Caithlynn drops to the ground. Tired. Completely robbed of all energy.
“Are you alright?”
It’s only when she hears Frey’s worried voice that she realizes she has her eyes closed. Her breathing ragged and irregular.
She smiles reassuringly. “Yeah sure. I’m okay.”
Quickly continuing, correcting, when she sees the look on the kid’s face.
“I will be okay very soon. Just give me a little while to recover.”
Her eyes lock with Alan’s and she knows she can’t make him believe it. She has gone too deep. Too far. She’s exhausted and it will take longer than a little while to be completely recovered.
7. Uniform
Their characters are completely different. Silent and strict and angry Alan. Ever cheerful and happy and innocent Frey. Calm and helpful Caithlynn. Enthusiastic and always smiling Tessa.
They couldn’t have been more different. Yet there is one thing. One thing that connects them more than anything else ever could.
The powers of the Elements and the Dragons.
And the desperate determination to fight and defeat the Shadow.
9. chain of command
Nothing has ever been said or agreed. But Alan was the one who usually took the lead. It needn’t to be spoken about. It was just... logic. He found his Element and his Dragon when he was five. Caithlynn only found out when she was seventeen. Alan has been trained. All these years. The village elder knew what to do or say to prepare him for everything there was still to come. They helped him while the villagers of Caithlynn’s town feared her and her control of the Wind. She was alone but with her mother’s guiding and her father’s stories. But there is nothing, nothing, that could have possibly prepared her for this.
11. battle
The sun shines through the clouds while the swords meet in midair. The Dragon’s breathing fire, burning the fields black.
Caithlynn shivers when she sees more assassins arrive down the hill. She shouts a quick warning. The three other Wielders hear it, continuing their fights even more viciously. They cannot hold on for much longer. The battles have been following each other up more rapidly than they have time to recover.
They are getting tired...
13. Wound
She smiles when she finds Sarah on the swingset. Shaking her head lightly, wondering how often she has sat there the past months. Waiting. Waiting for the world to end or her daughter to come home.
“Make her happy.”
She looks aside when she feels Alan’s hand on her shoulder.
Caithlynn walks over to her mother. Ignoring the pain in her shoulder and her leg. Not giving in to clutch her side when moving. The pain will go away and the wounds will fade to scars. And perhaps, in time, even the scars will fade.
10. skirmish
There have been incidents. Of course. But as soon as it turns towards something more. Something serious. They remember that one war. They remember Simon. And Sarah. And their bravery. They remember the war that followed years later. The war that predicted the end of the world. The war Caithlynn and Alan and Frey and Tessa fought. And won. The war that was so much greater than anyone ever could have predicted.
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And yes, they do indeed deserve the happy ending of winning the war. ^^
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I loved the visual idea of Simon and his family walking through the strong winds unaffected.
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Oh, I can always give you an open ending... If you want... :p
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Evil!you was evil indeed and not only to you. It gave me a very good idea for an AU ending... And ending that won't be so happy... *shakes head*
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And the problem is that I can't really do anything to evil!me because evil!me is me => no putting a tape across her mouth to silence it because that won't work (not to mention I'd look ridiculous with that tape X_x)
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