|Wanderer in Lesyia
Author: vampsrock69 PM
This is a story i made up which was inspired by my best friendRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Suspense - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,357 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 11-13-12 - Published: 10-01-12 - id: 3062342
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I wrote this from inspiration of my greatest friend ever, I hope you are always happy, and I hope you like it, because this is dedicated to you Wolfengod22, because you were the one who inspired me to write this.
WANDERER IN LESYIA
Hello, my name is Wanderer, I am a 16-year-old boy and this is the story of my life, and how i use my amazing unique gift to live my life with ease.
Out here it's scorching. Blazing- like the furnace in a Blacksmith's shop. It's so hot I can barely breathe without choking on the hot ashes which fill the musty air. It's so hot it's like walking into a burning building. It's a dagger slicing my throat. Still, I walk on. I stop and look up as I squint and try to look at what would be my last killer, the Sun. It's roasting! I have no food, no source of water and i doubt there is anywhere in the desert to find water and there is no signal out here. Plus I left my mobile back on Earth anyway, so it didn't matter that much anyway. I have felt so many times that I am wandering the Outback but this is too hot to be the famous Bush of Australia, in fact this is too hot to be anywhere known on Earth. I know where I am for sure, there is no mistaking this place for anywhere else, I am in Lesyia, I can tell. I've been here before, it was in a dream, I created this place in my mind, it was my own, I controlled it. But I hadn't visited Lesyia in years, I was only seven years old when I last existed in this amazing place. But that's only what I thought, this isn't my Lesyia at all, this place has changed.
There are other ways I can think of to get away from the Nords. I can try to run, I can try sprinting, and don't get me wrong I did try, but I just can't, it's so hot it's unreal! My power as I have not yet told you is I am a Were-creature, I am the only Werewolf left in the whole of Lesyia, I am not a stereotypical Werewolf, I don't go all crazy at full moon like you would expect me to, I can wolf up when ever I want to, I try not to transform all the time though. I don't want to rely on my power, it must always be a last resort. I can, and in this case usually would, wolf up and run this desert with ease, but I can't. When I was last trapped in The Alphanian Complex, they were aware that I could wolf up when I want, or as a defense, so they put a titanium collar around my neck, and they told me not to bother trying, that it was lethal, that it would choke and kill me instantly, so I am doing just that; I'm not bothering, I want to live. So instead of transforming, I keep on walking even though I know it will kill me just as fast.
But now I can see the most blessed sight ever, I can see black figures in the distance! I shout and scream but my voice won't speak, it just whispers helplessly, the pain is too much. It's unbearable! It's just too ho...
I have just woke, figuring I had fainted in the humidity of the desert. I sit up, slowly and ever so cautiously, like a mouse taking bait from a trap. It tenses me greatly. I'm used to waking up Human, I always wake as a lycan, I have always been proud and grateful for this, but I've never known why. Now I realize four unusual, four unnatural things...
1. I still have my eyes closed (after five minutes)
2. It isn't hot anymore, in fact it's freezing
3. I'm drenched in water
4. Someone is touching me
I can feel them touching my head, the person (whoever it is) has freezing hands, but it isn't just on my left temple now, someone else has put another really cold hand on the other side of my head. I isn't just person. It's people. No, it's Nords! The Shadows in the desert weren't people at all, they were Nordian guards, they have found me. I'm not in the desert of Lesyia anymore. I'm in Lesyia, yes. But certainly not the desert. I'm in the Alphanian Complex. They have finally recaptured me. I know they will keep me here until the day I die.
The sound is blistering and piercing to my ears, I clasp my hands to my head in shock. I haven't heard any loud sounds in the four months that I've wandered the desert.
I do as I am told for the sake of my life.
"Up! Demon! Up!... NOW!"
Thank you for reading!
constructive criticism would be great. you know, for future stories and for changing the current. I do make the changes you advise, I will also let you decide what can happen in the next chapters, you know like them old t.v. shows used to. So if you want, leave a comment saying what you think should happen next and if I think it's cool I'll include it. I also reply to your review if you have an account, if you don't thank you anyway :)
Thanks again :)