Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2020 19:13:21 GMT
Yeah, this is my millionth attempt at reviving this story of mine...I feel silly, but I also feel like bringing this back so...
I also feel like sort of rebooting this with new characters and such, so...yeah.
Prologue
She lay at the foot of the mountain, half-buried in soft snow. She had been unconscious for who knows how long, and the mystery of the shattered material beside her befuddled the approaching Ninja of Ice. It was clearly emerald, but something was off. As his hand moved toward it, he felt a soft breeze flow through his fingers. It seemed to give him life, even as the groggy winter air lulled him into a half-drowsy state. But it couldn't have been for him, so he left it alone and lifted up the body; what he saw underneath it left him speechless. A shattered computer chip, tainted with frost, and the unconscious girl had a panel at the back of her neck, hanging open as if it had broken. He gently closed it, knowing a shattered chip couldn't be reinserted. The inside of the panel had a very familiar symbol, however. The same symbol on his trusted Falcon, and on the door of his father's hollowed-tree home. He then remembered something his memory switch failed to reveal.
Zane held on tight to the girl's body, crunching through the snow to find a safe space to attempt to wake her up. Nearby, conveniently, lay an empty cabin, so he hurried there and closed the door behind him, praying silently that no one was in there. He lay her on the wood floor and attempted to shake her awake. He searched her body for an "on" switch, but there was none there. He then looked into her eyes, which were closed softly, as if in a peaceful sleep. He sighed, exhaling a cumulus of pure white. He placed his hand under the small of her back and lifted her up. The sudden movement seemed to finally wake her. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing an icy, grayish blue, not dissimilar to his own, decorated by white-blonde eyelashes. She looked up.
Her mouth moved.
Zane blinked, then thought. She must not have found her voice yet. I can wait.
It moved again. She touched her throat, then looked away as if coming to a realization.
She was silent.
I also feel like sort of rebooting this with new characters and such, so...yeah.
Prologue
She lay at the foot of the mountain, half-buried in soft snow. She had been unconscious for who knows how long, and the mystery of the shattered material beside her befuddled the approaching Ninja of Ice. It was clearly emerald, but something was off. As his hand moved toward it, he felt a soft breeze flow through his fingers. It seemed to give him life, even as the groggy winter air lulled him into a half-drowsy state. But it couldn't have been for him, so he left it alone and lifted up the body; what he saw underneath it left him speechless. A shattered computer chip, tainted with frost, and the unconscious girl had a panel at the back of her neck, hanging open as if it had broken. He gently closed it, knowing a shattered chip couldn't be reinserted. The inside of the panel had a very familiar symbol, however. The same symbol on his trusted Falcon, and on the door of his father's hollowed-tree home. He then remembered something his memory switch failed to reveal.
Zane held on tight to the girl's body, crunching through the snow to find a safe space to attempt to wake her up. Nearby, conveniently, lay an empty cabin, so he hurried there and closed the door behind him, praying silently that no one was in there. He lay her on the wood floor and attempted to shake her awake. He searched her body for an "on" switch, but there was none there. He then looked into her eyes, which were closed softly, as if in a peaceful sleep. He sighed, exhaling a cumulus of pure white. He placed his hand under the small of her back and lifted her up. The sudden movement seemed to finally wake her. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing an icy, grayish blue, not dissimilar to his own, decorated by white-blonde eyelashes. She looked up.
Her mouth moved.
Zane blinked, then thought. She must not have found her voice yet. I can wait.
It moved again. She touched her throat, then looked away as if coming to a realization.
She was silent.
