Whole Again

another story^^

By: Christian Renz
Prologue














There she stood, Galliteya. Among the many strange things, I have heard and seen here on this world, though all of them are strange, mysteries, and beautiful all at the same time. None compared to Galliteya.
She was fully clad in armor (if you could call it that). On earth, it would have been some type of odd and contorted evening-ware. It was a hot pink color; with white lace at all the joints. Covering her arms and her upper-chest, the pink armor was held in place by brown leather straps.  At her wrist were pink roses implanted in her armguards. Besides the two roses there was only one other decoration, it was the traditional cross-symbol. One on each shoulder and the leather strap going over her shoulder that held her sword had many cross shapes cut out of it. At her hip (in the same colors as the rest of her outfit) was a two-handed sword. At the pommel, there was another cross.
Nevertheless, most strange of all was she, her self. She looked like some form of Elvin princess, her beauty was stunning. She looked very odd in the amour, as if the kingdom took her of some far-away pedestal and put her in command of the army. Her head was a cascade of blond hair she came to a stop in front of the queen. She seemed to take no notice of me. However, I was used to pretty girls ignoring me so I wasn’t exactly shattered. As she bent to one knee, I saw that her ears were long and pointed, just like an elves!









       Chapter one: the ride


    Ever sense I was a child I remember feeling odd, like I was tired or fatigued. But I always felt like this, even right after I woke up. Nobody ever believe me, they said things like “you should learn to look at the happy things in life” or “perhaps your growing” I didn’t know what they meant when they said things like that. Some people thought it was because I was so antisocial. I didn’t have any friends, and at any point of any day you could find me snuggled up in my room reading a book, or on the computer, doing varies things. My brother Joshua teased me by calling me ’pasty’ and often saying that I was a vampire because of my sleeping habits, or because my eyes were sensitive against sun light. Right now I was in my room on my bed reading ________ when my mother called me “ Harri! Come down here right now!” I sat up from my bed and slowly put my book down, refusing to answer her. I was coming but I really didn’t see a reason to say that I was coming. Another thing that lead the people behave that I was odd, I never answered people if I thought it was dreadfully obvious that I had heard them. It seemed like too much of a hassle. I stood up and walked across the room to my door, as I opened it I heard my mother stomping towards the bottom of the stairs to call me again. I smiled as I quickly snuck down them and hid behind the door. If I was quite my mother wouldn’t see me and when she closed the stair door I would step out and scare her, it was childish I knew, but it was one of the few ways that I could and did get back at her for a lot of things that she had done to me to annoy me. Of coarse it worked, she lightly slapped my arm and sent me to take the garbage out.
    Later that day I was walking to the library. I decided to take a short cut through downtown.  it seemed like it was getting darker by the second. I suddenly wished  I hadn’t come. I looked up and seen a near-by street sign. 79th ST was painted across a faded light-green sign. The library was on 83rd street. If I hurried, I could make it before it was completely dark out. Once I got there, I could call mom to come pick me up in the car. 80th…81st…THUD! THUMP, THUMP! “AHH!  I’m innocent I tell you! I’ve done nothing wrong!” what was that!?  The sound came from an ally not too far ahead of me. I crept nearer to try was see what was going on. “Quiet old man!” (Another thud and a whimper) “The shadow queen says all Orglons are to be executed, and you’re no exception!” the shadow queen? Executed? What were they talking about? I inched a bit closer and pecked around the corner. I could see the back of a small man clad completely in bright pink. It was hard not to laugh  at him. That is until I realized that he was nonstop kicking an old man who looked very much like a storybook grand father, or a wizard. He was short (shorter that the person in a pink jump suit), old, with very long white hair and beard. He too was wearing a jump suit but his looked black.
The pink-guy raised his fist as if to punch the old man in the head. I couldn’t take it any more, this whole time I had been croutched behind a large dirty dumpster. “NOOOOOOOO” the scream came out of my mouth before I even knew that it had been me. And then just as with the scream, my body lunged toword to pink clad man. I seemed to fly at him at an exhilarating speed. My arms stretched out toword him in seemingly slow-motion. I was only a few feet away from him when he turned his head as if only just then he had heard my scream. His face went from anger to sumprise in an instant. My hands closed around him just at that moment, but my hands didn’t feel anything at all. As if they closed around nothing. Then a bright light flashed in front of my eyes and I felt myself being tugged, as if my body was trying to pull its self inside out. Yet it didn’t cause me any pain, just discomfort. The tugging gave one last jerk and I felt myself loose consonance, the last thing I remember was the very happy look of the pink guy and the old man.

        Chapter four
“yes, we cought him-just like you said master” “yes…is he still in traco-state?” “yes, he should be and he was when I just checked him” “very well, you may depart” “thank you master” what was that sound? I thought  it sounded like two people where talking to each other, though it didn’t sound like they thought of each other as equles. Around this time I realized that my head was splitting, and that I was holding something hard and very heavy. I wanted to let go of it, but for some reason I couldn’t make my hand let go. I desided to open my eyes and see where I was. But when I did I had a hard time relizing that I had opened my eyes at all. It was pitch dark, like the blackest of nights. “were am I?” after a few moments it hit me that I felt like I was completely surrounded by water, not that it was wet it felt like I was floating in dry water. I felt weghtless. Just then the voice from before came again “master he’s awake!” (a short pause) “master?!” a cold, hard, and metallic-sounding voice came in “release him” “bu-!” (there was a slaping sound) “yes master”  suddenly all feeling of weagtlesness felt as I plummeted toword what I was sure was the floor. Right before I hit I slowed down and my body shifted so I was head right up then my feet touched the ground. “give him some light” this time the voice gave me goose bumps. “yes master” I now realized that this second voice was a woman’s. after a few seconds a light came on a long ways away-to my right. Even from this distance it hurt my eyes. The man’s voice sounded again. “go to the light” this time the words ‘light’ eacoed off into the distance. There was nothing left to do so I followed what I hoped was a path towords the light. It took me a long time before I retched it. During my walk I found that I was still holding my heavy thing in my hand, but this time I didn’t try to let go of it. It seemed long-very long as tall as me to be exact. There was a long cord on one end. Once I came closer to the light I could make out what looked like a sword, but it didn’t look like any sword I had ever seen before. Not like the ones in the medevle days. It didn’t have a gurd and the cord was acualy a long tassle at the end of the handle. A few feet later I came with in touching disance of the light. But it didn’t come from any sort of bulb-more a sphear with a steady glow to it. I stood there for a few minutes wondering what was going on before the voice came back. “well done, now touch it” for some reason  I had felt like following this voise in what ever it told me to do, but now I was hesitant. I didn’t know why but I felt like something horrable would happen if I touched the light.
It wasn’t too long before the voice come back loud a full of anger “I said touch the light!” it seemed that it came from all around me, as if there were speakers on all sides of me. “No! I won’t touch it!” I yelled this out into the darkness. There was silence for a long while befor I heard it again “if you don’t touch the light then you will never see the light of day again, and if you think tha--waits going on!?” this last part was more a scream.