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A story that I am working on. Opinions anyone?
Thursday. 10.2.08 1:37 am
I have been doodling this story for a year or so and finally got it organized into a full fledged story. Well I am up to chapter seven. Anyways, I have no name for it and am posting part of the Prologue here. I will have the whole prologe and Chapter one on my writings page.

Feel free to tell me what you think and suggest names


Prologue 9600 BC

The woman stared at the full moon, large over the endless ocean and casting pale translucent light over the waves crashing against the rocky shoreline. She stood in the surf as the waves caressed her tiny feet. Her hair, long golden locks streaked with violet danced in the salted breeze. She leans on her staff; a blood red ring sparkles on her right hand.
“It’s almost time,” she whispers aloud. Poseidon would tolerate Lord Doman’s greed no more. As if in confirmation of her thoughts, he rose from the waves; white hair flowing and ice blue eyes alive with a fiery wrath. Poseidon’s gaze locked with her pale violet gaze and she bowed on her knees with the waves washing over her whole body.
“Rise, Lenehh Keltin,” a feminine voice echoed across the air and sweetening the tension that was building in the atmosphere. Lenehh obeyed and was not startled to see Kyetsen, the Goddess of the mages, war, and refuge beside Poseidon. Kyetsen rare took a human form. Instead she was a huge white panther with violet eyes like Lenehh’s. In fact, the eyes and hair are a signature of the High Mages of Atlantis.
“Lady and Lord, I have tried to explain to King Doman, but he would have me outlawed. He is lost in his own greed. I come to you, tonight to beg you to spare one of his heirs and my daughter, Aislinn. I have both of the mage-rings in my possession,”
“You do not have to beg, Lenehh, for you have been obedient. Poseidon will spare your family and one of the heirs; however, the heir will be brought to Crete and become a priest. He will start a new line as will your daughter. The treasures of Atlantis are back in our possession since your king has misused them. It is time for a new year, and a new aeon to come forth. This age will decease after tomorrow night. Bring your family and the heir Mordecai to this spot at moonrise tomorrow eve,”
“Yes, my lady,”
“Go, my obedient child and rest well,”
Kyetsen walked on the waves and nudged Lenehh as if in admiration.

The next eve, Lenehh, her young daughter Aislinn, and Mordecai, the heir barely in adulthood, waited at the shore bowed on their knees. Mordecai had his hair trimmed and was clean shaven. His blue eyes were averted to the sandy beach under his knees. The waves lapped at them, drenching them in warm water. Lenehh studied her ring and the ring she took from the king. There was three numbers on the band—a symbol of the chosen one: 111. The numbers showed up in gold after a mage or a king has bonded with their ring and the god who chose them. Lenehh’s was Kyetsen and the king’s was Poseidon. The other ring was pale violet. Mordecai’s ring may never be bonded in the next few millennia.
“The Order of Olympus is a vital enemy. If they know you survived, you may die or become enslaved. In time, they will have valuable records but not the glory or power that was once Atlantis,” Poseidon spoke with the voice of thunder as he rose from the depths. With an icy breath, he froze the waters and Kyetsen, coming from the very air, guided the three to a ship. Lenehh gingerly stepped onto the ice with the children holding hands on either side of her. As they boarded the ship, Kyetsen spoke in a voice of liquid gold:
“Take one last look for this will be the last time you will see your beloved Atlantis,”
Lenehh gazed at the island. The moon was overhead and cast a brilliant light over the large mountain that rose to touch the stars. The inky black sky was clear, as if saying goodbye to the sleeping island. The warm breeze carried the scents of exotic fruits and flower known only to Atlantis. Lenehh did well to capture a few seeds to plant in her new home. She inhaled deeply of the sweet perfumes of the flowers and held her breath. The released it as the ship started to move.
Poseidon stepped onto the ice. With a breath, it was a living ocean and he nodded as he opened his mouth. Gales guided the small ship into the direction of Crete. Lenehh did not see the mountain explode, sending fire to slash the moon nor did she see Poseidon standing on the shore with his arms stretched over his head. The waves obeyed, icing over the continent as it hit.
4 Comments.


I can't really give you an opinion: I would need to read more chapters in order to do that. And opinions are very subjective anyway... All the best with the story.
» cheerfulmadness on 2008-10-02 05:39:47

you are one of the most intelligent and talented woman i came across, with this brain power nothing in this world can stop you from achieving phenomenal success dream by many and achieved by few



adios
» aditya (71.56.25.249) on 2008-10-02 10:23:14

the first thing that came to mind when i read it was like it would be really nice n beautiful to have it in movie, it has that lil narnia feel to it.. ive no idea how to describe it but its definitely a mystical vibe that i've got from readin it. good work!
» AlexisNg on 2008-10-03 03:33:57

sorry for the typo , i guess my brain's a lil slow as compared to my fingers.. wht i meant to say is that it will be a really nice n beautiful to have a movie based on this story ..
» AlexisNg on 2008-10-03 03:35:23

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