Young Writers Society

Kris watched as they took Michelle away. As they walked out a young man walked into the room, "Any idea what happened?" Asked the man.

"No, not one. She seemed delusional, not sure where she was."

"A rift?"

"I don't think so, she doesn't look to me of the real world, she's from here."

"I see."

Kris sighed and took a seat a little out of breath. He put his hand over his eyes, "You are?"

"Use to much aura. The name's Asilan."

Before Kris could answer, a servant came in and addressed him, "The Lord would like you escort a lady to his throne room sir."

"Tell Raiku I'm not interested in being his errand boy." The girl flinched. "Alright, who is she?

"Lady Azreialla sir."

"Would you care to join me Asilan?"

"Got nothing else to do."

"Alright then."

"Also, sir, you and Mr. Asilan are asked to remain in the throne room."

"Why me?" Asked Asilan looking back.

"Not sure, but Lord Nathaniel has also been called."

(Now everyone can post, happy?)

*I edited Nathan's profile a bit*


Nathan was pacing back and forth in his dark chambers when the servant knocked. He scowled but bid him enter.

"L-Lord Nathan?" the young servant asked, stammering.

"What?" Nathan asked irritably, keeping his face hidden under his hood.

"You-You're s-summoned to the th-throne room."

Nathan sighed in exasperation. "Fine. I will attend. What choice do i have?" he gave an impatient gesture and the servant scampered out.

Nathan cursed under his breath. No doubt it would be Raiku, the ignorant prince, asking him to fortell another stupid event. What these stupid people could not get through their thick heads was that the visions came to him when THEY chose, not when HE chose.

Scowling, he sheathed his dagger in his belt and, his black robes swishing around his ankles and black cloak billowing out behind him, he set off to the throne room. He decided he should and would wear both a black cloak and black robes which would fit is irritation and anger (But it would most likely be lost on the prince, who never noticed anything other than himself).

Those he passed in the cool marble halls shrunk back against the walls at his anger. But Nathan noticed none of this. His mind was firmly set on Raiku and he seethed with controlled anger. He took a deep breath to completely compose himself and slowly entered the throne room.

My first time in a storybook, so just point out if there's anything wrong.

Name: Fye

Age: 11

Gender: Female

Race: Angel

History: Fye was in the Spirit Realm which was her only place of solace from the all-too-familiar heaven. Before she could return, however, the gateway was closed. What was her place of solace is now where she is alone where there's no one she knows.

Appearance: Although only 11, as an angel Fye has no need to grow. She looks like a young woman; with long brown hair but always tied up neatly and has hazel eyes. Originally, Fye has wings but she has the ability to hide them, making people often mistaken her for a mere human or an Atlantian; which is exactly what she wants them to think.

Personality: Fye doesn't socialize much, but if you're close to her, you're her treasure. She is often curious and patient; observing more than doing. She rarely shows herself as an angel so that she can blend in easily. She hates being embarassed at the fact that she is an angel in a place such as the Spiritual Realm(and be looked down upon that she's only 11). Most of the time, Fye shows her true self only when she is alone or with someone she trusts. Other than that, she looks human.

Is this okay? If it's alright, I'd prefer someone throw me in so I can get a start. Thanks.

That's fine, but I'd like someone else to post in the story other than me. Anyone, PLEASE!

I'm kinda waiting for tony or ash to post comming into the throne room. You guys could find Fye on the way there and take her along...?

-Ariel

Michelle sat alone in a large room. The man and woman had left, saying something about the throne room...? Her strength was rapidly returning, thanks to whatever the woman had put on her wounds. She rose, picking up her bow and quiver full of arrows; someone had thoughtfully left them with her. Something odd compelled her to leave the room, a strange force, unlike any human or Atlantian presence she had ever felt before.


She pushed the large door open with her good arm, just to be safe. Moving through it, there was a young girl there. The spiritual power emitting from her was intense, maybe even greater than Michelle's. But how? This girl seemed human, and so young. Her eyes stayed upon the girl, and tried to search her soul. Michelle's power was still too weak, and the girl turned to face her with a slightly worried smile.


"You...child. You are not, of this world. Am I correct?" She asked, and the girl's face dropped in horror. "No, please. Do not be scared. I have seen things worse than...spirits?" She took a guess at the girl, and hoped she did not offend her. Michelle's face held a certain kindness, and she hoped that would keep the girl from running off.

Kris walked out of the room with Asilan behind him. They walked in silence until they came to the main gate. there where to women there. One must have been Lady Azreialla, and the other was Legend. Slowly they made there way up to them.

Legend noticed them first and gave a faint smile. Kris returned it and bowed, "My lady, I am to escort you." She nodded and they set off.

Everyone was quiet and for that Kris was thankful. he never was good at small talk. Before long they reached the throne room, the servants opened the doors.

(Should I put amber and Fye's characters in or wait? I think I'll wait.)

Nathan turned at the sound of the great doors behind him being opened. Two men, Lord Asilan and Lord Kris entered followed by Lady Legend. (I'm not sure if Azreialla is there too...)

Nathan turned his back to them and addressed the prince, giving him a stiff mock bow. The prince inclined his head in acknowledgement.

"I assume you all know why i called you here, then-" the prince began before Nathan cut him off. Raiku glared at him.

"Actually, we dont know why you summoned us. Please, do explain." Nathan said coldly.

*sorry, i dont have much*

I sat in the back of the room; I was not used to being near groups of people. My sword was lain across my legs to the horror of the guards. They tried asking me to put it away but I just looked at them and they backed off.

I was called in here for something, but I didn't know what; I was determined to find out. But for now I was content on staying silent in the back. As long as this person paid good for the protection or hit, I would follow them to the last word.

Fye made a look of fear. How did she know? And yet, in truth, she was not afraid. She always had this knack of tricking people into believing what she wanted them to believe. Her heart somehow made a twitch, though, when this woman mentioned her as a child.

"I'm no spirit. But I guess I'll leave it to you to guess," her worried look vanished as she gave a playful smile. "Why are you afraid, then?"

Michelle paused. She didn't want this strange creature, human, or whatever to know what intrigued her. Instead, "I've never been here before. And I'm surprised to see a child here, in a palace?"

"Yes, a palace," she paused for a while. "I did it to you. Sorry, I guess."

"Did what?" Lady Michelle felt a fear emmit inside of her.

"Your wounds." Fye couldn't help but feel glee at playing with these mere humans from the real world. Would this lady immediately see her with bad intentions? She meant no harm, really. Nonetheless, her glowing hazel eyes were kept intent upon the figure she spoke with.

She glanced down at her right shoulder, where the wound had been just hours ago."It's rude to kick someone when they're down, you know." Her calm, patient eyes returned to the girl. "But of course, I can see that you were probably looking for a playmate. Are you not an angel of Heaven itself, trapped here in this city? It has all come together now...only a trapped soul would behave as immaturely as this."


She let out another shocked face, but quickly changed her expression to pouted lips. "What do youknow about it? And I told you I wasn't a soul." She didn't really seem angry, just trying to get to know the priestess...in an odd sense.


"You have to be a soul to become an angel. Obviously, your soul cannot go fourth to place it seeks, Heaven." She slid her hands into the sleeves of her robe and sat on the floor Indian-style, her bow at her side.

Legend sighed, "Please, Nathan, let the prince speak."

Nathan whipped his head to the side with his mouth slightly parted, as if to yell something. Legend's face stayed composed and kind. Nathan slowly let out a deep breath and nodded sharply. Legend smiled and turned to the prince who was eying her staff. At the moment it was in the blade form, a stone dragon circling around to the middle. Her staff could change from a spear to a sword pole arm. ((In the picture the sword one is on the left. The staff can shift between the two at will))

Legend cleared her throat and the prince snapped his head up to their eyes. He gave a sly smile, "As I was saying. Before the mage so rudely interrupted, I want you all to do something for me."

**Tony, I don't know if you have something planned. If you don't I could help you think of what the prince wants us to do. PM me**

Sorry, for some reason my dad doesn't want me on the computer. i won't be on. Sorry.

This died with me? I'm honored. Who's still here?

I'm here, just waiting. I keep checking back to see if I can get a spot in.