The Stone of Lavitaes ... not sure about the name (kinda cheesy)
Chapter I
Lakki ran.
She ran faster than she ever had before. The wind whipped past her ears, blowing her chestnut brown hair into her face. The lizard that Lakki had found starving in the gutter when she was young scurried out of her shabby clothes and onto her shoulder. Her green tinged skin that showed she was an elf shone in the fading light of the afternoon. She risked a quick glance behind her, nothing. Lakki sighed in relief and collapsed at the bottom of an ancient tree. I’m safe here, she thought, they’ve stoped chasing me. But she knew that they would not stop until she was out of Anorayah, out of her home. In Anorayah, because food was so scarce, for even stealing a mere loaf of bread the penalty was death. Lakki had stolen something far more precious. The lizard looked at her strangely and made a small nose that sounded like a cheep before scampering back into her tattered shirt. Lakki raised her head, her elf ears catching a slight murmur of voices on the wind.
Fear shot through her, if they catch me now I’m done for.
Years of practise told her what to do. Lakki nimbly leapt up the tree, just like her mother had taught her when she was young. Her mother had taught her everything she knew, from how to climb a tree to how to wield a knife. “Mam” Lakie whispered silently. She pushed her mother out of her mind and began to climb skilfully up the tree. She glanced swiftly below her. Two men were standing there, whispering softly to each other. Thoughts rushed through Lakki’s mind: She had the element of surprise, and after all, there were only two of them, and she did have her old carving knife. But one of them had a crossbow, the other a long sabre.
Instead of leaping from the tree and onto their backs, as she would have liked to, she stayed put and listened: “Where is she?” The first man said, his tunic of light brown with a shirt of chain mail over the top told her that he was a guard of the temple of Lavitaes. He was not quite directly below her so she could make out some of his features: his hair that was cropped short around his scalp was a dark brownish colour, he had blue eyes, bright and lively, though his nose was his most distinguishing feature. It was incredibly long; you could probably slice bread with it. Again she noticed the heavy looking crossbow slung over his back. “Dunno,” the other man replied. His fair hair flapped wildly over his eyes, which were bright green. This man also wore the light brown tunic of the temple of Lavitaes’s guards.
“Well, we better start finding her or else it’s the stocks for us”, said the man with the long nose grumpily. The fair headed man grumbled and started to search in the bushes. “I don’t see the point really,” He said, “she’s probably miles from ‘ere by now!”
“Listen,” said Long-Nose, “she stole The Stone of Lavitaes from the holy temples of Anorayah, and we’ll search all the lands of Ariminthia to find her!”
Fear thudded through Lakki’s heart.
If they took a single glance upwards they would see a young thirteen-year-old girl, her blue green eyes alight with fear.
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Keep in mind that I'm only 11.
(I have written more but I'm still working on it)
