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Helen awoke to find herself on a lab table, Josie had a medical mask on and so did another man.
“Josie?” said Helen, struggling to get free.
“Yes, I’m here,” said she, bending over and rubbing her arm.
“You failed to mention that you intended to use me as the ‘lab rat’!”
“I’m sorry, Helen, girl, but Father needed someone to test this on!”
Helen struggled, but it was useless. The man bent over and cleaned her arm. Helen tried to pull free. The man filled a shot with an orange liquid. She gave up and laid her head, wearily as the man stuck the shot in her arm. He pushed the liquid into her system and she blacked out.
Dear Mythrelné,
Varrick notices his father is not home, and he frequently asks "Where's Papa?". It is quite lonely for us while you are in prison. This is a plea from Varrick, he thinks you should deny Jeshua, to come back to us. But I do not agree. Stand strong in your faith, my love, and we will be reunited with Jeshua, together. I know, if you do not deny Jeshua, that you'd be eaten by Murzak's dragon, but stay strong, and trust in Jeshua, he knows what he's doing. I pray that you will not lean on your own understanding, but lean on the Author. I miss you my love.
Dearest Lianna,
I do not fear death. It has no power over me, for the Author protects me. But if I do die, physically, I'll wait to see you in the heavens. Tell Varrick and Vannessa that I miss you all dearly. But the Author called me to leave everything behind to follow Him. I love you all dearly. May fair winds follow you and the Author guide you.
This is something I need you to fill out IF you want to be in my book, Swiftblade! Have fun!!!!!!!!!!
a. Name you want:
b. Occupation you want (if any):
c. Place of work:
d. Home you want:
(Fragathia
Onedath
Entagrastia
Mysterious Islands) I'll make up the town for you!
e. Age you want:
f. Physical appearance:
Head Shape:
Hair (color, texture, style):
Eyes (color, shape, eyebrows):
Nose (size, shape):
Mouth (size, shape, color, teeth):
Skin (color, texture, hair):
Physical Build:
Posture: While sitting:
While standing:
While walking:
What you notice first:
g. Characteristics:
Special skills or knowledge:
Collections, talents:
What people like about you:
Interests and favorites:
Favorite food:
Favorite drink:
Favorite music:
Favorite book(s):
Favorite sport:
Favorite recreation:
Favorite way to spent a weekend:
Dislikes:
Joyce looked at the tracer. It was in it's starting stages, so it looked very different. The buttons were in different areas and the light wasn't green on this one, it was blue. Joyce looked around the time machine and rubbed on it.
"Hello, baby," she said, remembering that Watcher would always call his time machine that.
She sat down on the floor, because there were no furniture in the time machine at this time. She truly missed the Watcher, her Mom, her bedroom, her house, and even her brother, Johnny. It was hard to keep leaping into person to person. She wanted out and back in her own person. She heard a door open and she got up abruptly. There stood a woman with curly, blonde hair. She had green eyes and pale skin.
"Alan, I need you to pick up some groceries," said she, handing her the list.
Joyce pointed to herself.
"Yes, Alan, you!"
"OK..." said Joyce, picking up the Watcher's jacket and putting it on.
Joyce walked out of the time machine and smiled at the familiar house look of the time machine.Then she walked out the back gate and found Watcher's bike, she mounted the bike and started riding towards Ingles. When she got there, she got off the bike and ran to the side of Ingles and chained the bike to the bike holder. She walked into the store and grabbed a cart and went around looking for the things Watcher's mother wanted. When she returned, She brought the food in the kitchen. Watcher's mom smiled and hugged Joyce. Joyce hugged back.
"I really missed you...I'm glad you're back from your traveling!"
"Me too, Mom, me too," said Joyce.
Watcher's mom walked away from Watcher and went to her bedroom. Adam popped in front of Joyce, smiling incredulously at her.
"What am I doing here?" asked Joyce to Adam.
"Well, let me give you some info on the person you are," said Adam, still smiling incredulously.
"I know who I am!" said Joyce, snapping.
"You do? Cool! Well, he's 17 years old, and you're..."
Joyce rolled her eyes, "Cut down to the chase!"
"I'm getting down to it!" said Adam, "There's a 93 percent chance that you're here to save his Mom from the Time Changer..."
"Junior?"
"Yes," said Adam, bluntly, "He tries to kill Watcher's Mom..."
Joyce rubbed her head, she had a headache, "Well, I'll do my best to save her, Adam!"
"OK," said Adam, "Oh! Someone's coming into my room! I've got to go!"
Adam disappeared and Joyce was left alone in the Watcher's body.
I edited this a couple of times, and I hope you enjoy it, now! :-D
Chapter 1
The First Leap
Joyce Kings walked out of the time machine.
“I’m sorry, Watcher, but Mom wants me back home…I’ll call you if she changes her mind…” said she.
“I understand, Joyce. I hope you guys have a good family time, and watch out for Johnny.”
“OK…”
Watcher hugged Joyce and said, “You’ll always be like my daughter, Joyce!”
“And you, my father!”
The Watcher stepped away from the hug and walked into the time machine and after a few minutes of Watcher pressing buttons, spinning dials and pulling the lever to teleport as Joyce knew he was doing, the time machine disappeared to God knows where. Joyce picked up her bags and headed towards the house to greet her mother.
“So, where’s Watcher?” asked Mom.
“Gone,” said Joyce, gloomily.
“I’m sorry, Joyce, but you needed to be here for the wedding…”
“The wedding?”
“Yes, I’m getting married!”
“What?!” asked Joyce, surprised.
Joyce was shocked! Mom had told her that she was “in love” with a man named Peter last year. Joyce didn’t believe that she really was and she didn’t expect her to marry him! Joyce stood there, wide-eyed.
“I’m going to get married,” repeated Mom, with a smile.
Joyce, then hearing Mom repeating herself, ran with her stuff to her room. Mom didn’t try to stop her; instead she sat down and relaxed.
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Joyce paced the perimeter of her room, cell phone to her ear. The phone rang a couple times and the answering machine picked up.
“Hey, this is Watcher, sorry I missed your call, but please leave me a message and I’ll try to get back to you, thank you!”
“Hey, Watcher, this is Joyce. I have something really important to talk to you about, please call me ASAP! Thank you, Bye!” she hung up then her cell phone rang, she picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Joyce, this is Adam!”
“Hello, Adam!”
“Um…Will you come over, I have something to show you!”
“Sure, Adam, meet you there. Where do you live again?”
He gave her the directions to his house. Then they said their good-byes and she left for his house.
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She walked over there. When she arrived, Adam’s parents opened the door and allowed her to come in. They directed her to the basement and Joyce walked the many steps down there. Adam was making changes to a small machine. He turned to see Joyce coming downstairs and smiled. He pulled a lever and a blue spotlight turned on in the middle of the basement. He told her to step into the light.
“Why? Do you want me to sing?”
“Ha ha! Very funny! But seriously, step in the light!”
She stepped in and Adam started to press buttons, spin dials, and pull a lever to his right. She felt a vibration and a big shock.
She screamed, “What did you do?”
“Good Bye, Joyce, dear!”
Joyce tried to leave the light but was blasted back into it, and then disappeared.
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She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a bedroom, decorated with Winnie the Pooh pictures, Dora the Explorer pictures and kid’s drawings. She was in a princess decorated bed and it was quite pink. She got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. She brushed and flossed her teeth, and washed her face, then looking up at the mirror, she jumped. Instead of the reflection of a red-haired, green-eyed, freckled 17-year-old; she saw a blond-haired, blue-eyed, 5-year-old. She was even more shocked than she was when her Mom told her that she was going to marry someone! She gaped at the mirror for a solid five minute when someone knocked the door.
“Hey pipsqueak, hurry up! I need to get ready for school!”
Joyce then thought for a while, her name wasn’t Joyce at all, it was Penny.
She stepped out of the bathroom and went to her room and picked up a pile of clothes, it was a pink shirt and jeans. She got dressed and then went downstairs. When she got there, Penny’s mom grabbed a brush, and brushed her hair, then braided it into pigtails.
“Go get your book bag, I put all the stuff you need in there.”
Joyce walked to the coat closet and grabbed her book bag.
“And get a coat; it’ll be cold out there!”
“Yes, Mommy,” said Joyce, remembering that she, or rather Penny would call her Mom that.
“She grabbed a coat and put it on as a horn honked.
“Peter, the bus is here!”
The boy who had called her or rather Penny pipsqueak ran downstairs all dressed and ready to go, he ran outside and went to the bus. Penny’s mom got up to and told Joyce, or rather Penny, to go to the car. Joyce walked to the car and went into the car-seat in the very third row. Joyce buckled up and got ready to go. Penny’s mom came into the front seat and buckled up too. Then she went down the hill and towards the daycare.
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Joyce was sitting in a small chair, watching as many little children drew and wrote. Joyce didn’t know what to do other than learn about children stuff. At the end of the day Joyce was back in Penny’s mom’s car. She felt sleepy and wanted to sleep the ride away, but her mom asked questions.
“How was daycare, dear?” she asked.
“It was OK…” said Joyce, yawning.
“Are you sleepy?”
“Yes, Mommy…”
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When they returned home, Peter was already there. He was doing his homework and Joyce tried to stay as far away as she possibly could from him, because the memory of Peter actually beating on her came to mind. She went up to her bedroom and sat on the bed. She decided to get out when a man just appeared in front of her, she jumped.
“Is this thing working?” asked Adam.
“Adam Pierce!” shouted Joyce, “You did this to me! You took me away from my Mom, she was getting married!”
“I just wanted to test if I could bring you back from there, but I couldn’t, I’m sorry!” said Adam.
Joyce moved her arm to slap him and succeeded, or thought she did, but her hand went right through him.
“That’s no fair!” said Joyce, angrily.
“I’m a hologram!” said Adam.
She turned her back on Adam.
“And keep it down! Penny’s mom will think you are crazy! Because only you can see and hear me!”
“Now, you’re making me seem crazy?!”
Joyce glared at Adam.
Adam rubbed his neck and grimaced, “Joyce, I was testing!”
“You could’ve gone into it!”
“Yes, I could’ve, but I wouldn’t be able to work on it then…”
Joyce turned to him and said, “You need to actually ASK people if they want to be a five-year-old girl!” She marched off, angrily and said, “I’m not talking to you!”
Joyce went away as Adam followed, “Joyce, you need to do some good while you are here, or you’ll never leap away!”
“What do you mean leap away?” asked Joyce.
“I mean, you’ll be stuck here forever and you’ll never get home!”
Joyce sighed, “So, what do I do?”
“You need to keep Penny from dying…”
“What?” Joyce gaped at him, “Penny dies?”
“Yes, and Peter in turn ‘did it’ with his girlfriends.”
Joyce understood what he meant. She glared and said, “You are so paying me for this, Adam!”
“OK,” said Adam, freaking out, “Penny dies tonight at 7:30!”
Joyce grimaced and went down the stairs to the computer room to play a game.
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That night Joyce was feeling paranoid. If Penny dies tonight, then someone is after her! I don’t want her to die! Then I won’t be able to get back home! Joyce looked everywhere for anyone after her. Peter stormed out of Penny’s mom’s room and sat down roughly on a chair. Joyce could tell he was angry, so she went to him.
“Peter, what’s wrong?”
Peter answered, grumpily, “Leave me alone, pipsqueak.”
“STOP CALLING ME PIPSQUEAK, IDIOT!” screamed Joyce, not knowing what was going over her.
Peter stood up and punched her in the nose. Joyce ran off, crying, she ran outside and away from the yard. She went as far from the house as she could and cried all alone.
“What are you doing, Joyce?” said Adam.
“Peter punched me!” said Joyce.
“That’s it?” said Adam, “You ran all the way here because someone punched you?”
“I feel so childish…”
“You are in a five-year-old body, what do you expect?” asked Adam, “Five-year-olds normally are overly emotional!”
Joyce cried some more.
Adam grimaced, “Come on, it’s already 7:00…”
Joyce jumped up and said, “It’s almost 7:30!”
Joyce started to run and then saw a car driving towards her, it stopped. There was a man with a gun pointed at her head.
“Get into the car!” said the man.
Joyce then, remembering what Watcher had taught her, ran behind the car and continued to run. Even though it took her away from the safety of her house, she was going to run away. Is there anyone trustworthy? Anyone trustworthy that’s home? Does Penny have friends? Yes, she has Mr. Ditchfield. She ran to the house where Mr. Ditchfield lived and rang the bell continuously. The car pulled in and Joyce kept ringing and a man came out of the car.
“HELP, SOMEONE’S AFTER ME!” screamed Joyce and the man grabbed her.
“He’s not home…” the man who had followed her in the car had been Mr. Ditchfield.
“Let me go! Let me go! HELP!”
He threw Joyce or rather Penny, tied up and muffled into the car, and drove away.
“Be a good little girl, and my friend won’t kill you…” there sat another man, in the front passenger’s seat, pointing the gun at her as Mr. Ditchfield drove.
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Joyce struggled with her bonds, crying. She looked at the man with the gun and saw he was still looking at her, and then she stopped struggling. She sat there. Adam appeared beside her and gasped.
“Joyce! Hang in there!” he said, wanting so much to comfort her.
Joyce nodded and struggled some more as the man with the gun turned in his seat and started to talk to Mr. Ditchfield.
“Who’s doing it?” he asked.
“Since you’re with the gun, you get to do the honors…” said Mr. Ditchfield, the man smiled and turned to see Joyce struggling, “Stop it, Penny, sweetie!” he cocked his gun and Joyce stopped. She whimpered. I failed! Penny’s going to die! Joyce continued to struggle then her bonds loosened enough for her to get free and the man with the gun wasn’t looking. She crouched behind the chair and snatched the gun from the man’s hand. She pointed it at his head and said, “Stop the car!”
Mr. Ditchfield placed his hand on hers, while he was driving and gently took the gun. Joyce let go, because she didn’t truly want to kill them, “With pleasure my dear…we’re almost to our destination!”
Joyce grew more frightened and sat down, crying. They parked in a forest and Mr. Ditchfield grabbed Joyce by the arm and held her, the other man took off his mask and she saw it was Mr. Ditchfield’s son. He pointed the gun at Penny’s head and she struggled.
“NO!” she screamed then she sped out of Mr. Ditchfield’s grip and ran at the man and pulled the gun out of his hand. She still hand the firm grip she inherited from her father. She pointed the gun to the ground and shot all the bullets out and threw it to the ground. Mr. Ditchfield and his son gaped at her and she kicked between Mr. Ditchfield’s son’s legs and pushed him away from her and ran away. Joyce returned to her house that night and went inside through the door, Mom was still up. She was so worried that she shouted at Penny and Joyce told Penny’s mom what happened and Penny’s mom cried and hugged her. That very moment Joyce closed her eyes and opened them, she wasn’t being hugged by Penny’s mom, but rather was in a big room. She was holding the Watcher's tracer. She was wearing boy's shorts and t-shirt saying "The Clever One" Joyce looked at the mirror and saw in the mirror a teenaged boy with scraggy brown hair, and green eyes, as green as the leaves of summer. She looked around the room she was in and saw to her astonishment that she was in the Watcher's time machine.She was in the Watcher's body!
Murzak had been looking for Beorin and Lisanda Nolofinwe for years. They had wronged the crown by following the Author's Son. And now, his chance had come! Beorin was in his grasp now! He strode to the dungeon and passed many men in their cells. His black cloak trailed behind him as he strode to the cell where Beorin stood, chained to a whipping post. His shirt was off and all he wore were his trousers. His breaths were in great gasps as he awaited his punishment.
"Beorin!" said Murzak, "At last!"
Beorin tried to put on a brave face, which seemed to be a grimace, "Murzak."
King Murzak eyes looked outraged, but he hid his emotions with a smile, "Now, you have until dawn to deny Jeshua, or you die. If you do not deny immediately you will be flogged."
Beorin felt like crying. His wife would be alone with their child. He took a deep breath, and with a silent prayer to the Author to bless his family and to forgive those who wronged Him. He said, "Go onward and do what you wish to do to me, but I will not deny Jeshua!"
Murzak smiled and nodded to the flogger. He readied the whip and lashed. Beorin was continuely bombarded with the same statement, "Deny Jeshua!" It seemed to ring in his ears and he contiuously replied, "I will not!"
The cock crowed for the new morning. There Beorin hung, by his arms, ready for the death that would come this very morning.
"I'm giving you one more chance, Beorin...Deny Jeshua!" said Murzak, knowing full well that Beorin wasn't going to.
Beorin was out of breath, he coughed out blood, "No..."
"Very well..." Murzak said, with another nod. The flogger pulled out a sword and grinned.
Beorin silently prayed for his family again and shouted, "FOR THE AUTHOR!"
The sword was plunged into his back then twisted in his body, the blood poured onto the floor. Beorin pulled out a panted portarait of his family and stroked it. Then he breathed his last.
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Thirteen years later...
Mythrelné sat in the dirt, sifting the dirt in his hands. Homeless, an orphan, and very lonely, Mythrelné was raised by a thief named, Georand. Georand was dead for two weeks, and so Mythrelné was very alone in the world he was placed in. Mythrelné was very young too young to be without his parents and guardian. Mythrelné had sandy colored hair, it was a straight thick mass of hair. His eyes were gray, they looked on fire with a passion of troublemaking. There he sat, feeling as if he were the only one in the world who cared for Georand. He wept. He wept for Georand, he wept for his parents, and he wept for himself.. Mythrelné then realized that he was very hungry. He must get food! He got up, out of the dirt and walked towards the town of Rua Myth. As he neared the town, there was an elderly man, sitting in the entrance.His hair was gray, his eyes were yellow, he looked very...different. Mythrelné continued to walk, and stared upon the oddly dressed man. He wore a robe of dark, dark blue, with a hood over his face. The man looked at Mythrelné and nodded in greeting. Mythrelné returned the nod. Then the man stood up, smiling.
"Mythrelné?" he said.
Mythrelné spun around and looked at the elderly man, How does he know my name? he thought, bewildered. "Yes?" said Mythrelné.
"You may not remember me, but I met you when you were born and your mother, Author bless her, was still able to protect herself."
"Who are you?" asked Mythrelné.
"I am Dron Jikson."
"How did you recognize me?" asked Mythrelné.
"That is for me to know, and you to find out in the future."
Mythrelné sighed, "What makes you think that we'll meet again in the future, old man?"
Dron stayed quiet for a long period of time, he smiled, "There is no guarantee that we will."
Mythrelné sighed relieved.
"So..." said dron, "Come with me."
Mythrelné's sigh turned into a moan. He followed Dron.
Then Dron led Mythrelné to a shanty, where he opened the door.
It wasn't much of a house, there was a desk, a table, a bed, and clothes piled on a bedside table. Dron placed a mat on the floor and said, "This is where you will sleep."
"Wait! I'm sleeping here?" said Mythrelné, even more bewildered than before.
"Yes, I need you somewhere i can find you so you can learn a few things...."
Mythrelné sighed and dropped himself on the mat, he sat, criss-crossed and complained, "I'm hungry!"
Dron chuckled and sat down in front of him and made hand motions.
Mythrelné looked concerned at Dron, "Are you alright, Dron?"
"One, you must call me Master, two, yes I'm quite alright, and three that was sign language."
"Sign language?"
"Yes, that is one of the things I'm going to teach you," said Dron, grinning.
"What did it mean?"
"I said you must learn a few things of sign language before you eat."
Mythrelné sighed and he learned the Fragäthian Sign Language Alphabet that very day and ate a good meal. When he had finished the day he plopped onto the mat and fell asleep.
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"Wake up, m'dear!" said a sweet voice, then lights flashed on from everywhere.
Mythrelné moaned and sat up, A lady was opening the curtains. She was young, with long golden hair which shone like the sun. When she tuurned around, he saw her eyes, and they were gray and twinkling with happiness. but they seemed very mysterious, as though she were hiding many things in her past and truly regretted them. On her forehead was a chained jewel, it was green and glistened while the sun bounced off it. Her smile was a welcome sight, and she seemed very beautiful. She sat in front of Mythrelné and took his hand.
"Very nimble hands," she placed her hands on his face, "A very dishonest face, Mythrelné."
Mythrelné took her hands off of his face, "What are you doing?"
She smiled, "I am examining your face."
Mythrelné looked deeper into her eyes, then realized that she was blind, "Oh."
"I know, it takes everyone a while to realize," she said, "My name is Mary."
Mythrelné learned how manners were very important and how they affect the world. Mythrelné was dreadfully bored with the discussion, and Mary could sense it.
"Mythrelné, it would help if you payed attention!" said Dron, striding into the room.
Mary frowned, "So, you really didn't listen?"
Mythrelné smiled sheepishly, "OK, I'm listening."
Dron helped Mythrelné up and asked him to practice the Fragäthian Dwaves' Bow.
Mythrelné punched his breast and quickly and roughly bowed.
"Good! Now the Fragäthian Elves' Bow." said Dron, watching Mythrelné twist his hand in sweeping motion and placing his fingers on his lips and bowing gracefully.
They went through different cultures' bowing and greetings and when Mythrelné was done, he plopped back into bed.
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For the next few weeks Mythrelné didn't seem the same anymore, he was more polite than he had been before, he was more clean, and he was definitely more humane. Mythrelné was kinder to people and didn't want to steal from anyone anymore, because Dron was the kindest person Mythrelné ever met and Dron wouldn't want him to steal from people. Mythrelné thought through what he'd gone through these few weeks. It was like a twister swept through his life and was at this very moment being cleaned up. Mythrelné was half disgusted with himself for Georand's sake and half proud of himself, for Dron's sake. Mythrelné washed dishes for Dron and Mary. He scrubbed at the food and placed it down for Mary to dry and check if it was clean. Mary then would place it in the cupborad. While they cleaned the kitchen Dron came in.
"Mythrelné, I think it's time that we go to Shauné, I have a friend there who might be able to teach you how to read, speak and write in other languages," he said.
Mythrelné sighed and said, "Why? I've already learned enough..."
Dron shook his head amusingly, "Well, because you may need this for the future."
"How could i need this for the future? I'm just a bandit!" said Mythrelné, exasperated.
"You can change!" said Dron, "You carry a heavy burden. Let the Author relieve that burden!"
Mythrelné sighed and said, "I've done too many wrong things I can't change!"
"Yes, you can!" said Dron.
They ended the conversation, because Mythrelné was uncomfortable talking about the Author then he packed up and got ready to go to Shauné. That very day the two men were on horses and waving to Mary as they rode off in the sunrise. Mythrelné was starting to miss Mary already, and wished she could come, but alas, she was blind and it would be hard for her to travel. Mythrelné turned his head to watch where he was going then rode off, following Dron.
I've got a funny poem for you guys!!! I hope you like it!!!!
Packed up they’re wagons the villagers did
With cups and furs and they’re children all slid
On the wagon then out of town
When a big old dragon came swooping down They looked at the eyes most fearful of all
Then it stood up so straight
and looked 1,000 ft tall
It looked up then down
Then looked at the town and said, “May I have some beef?”
“Sure,” said a boy named Leaf
Getting firewood two boys all went
While others built they’re own tent
Then they cooked Chicken, Bacon and Beef
“Here is your beef my dear dragon,” said Leaf
Mythrelné sat in a dungeon, surrounded by prisoners of Murzak. They crowded around him and listened to him speak of his life.
“I was of great importance to the land of Fragäthia, but I didn’t know it until I was in the action. I had done many things that I, now, regret. I had been a thief, a killer and on top of that I had been a kidnapper. If there was anybody who couldn’t be forgiven, wouldn’t it be me? I lived a hard life as a child, always hungry, thirsty, and dirty. Then He came in my story. He was loving, kind and sometimes strict, yet, I hated Him. He tried everything to bring me closer to Him, but I wouldn’t let Him. For months I was fighting against Him and trying my best to stay away. But He followed me wherever I went. I gave Him every part of my being and loved Him, because He was the Author’s Son. What else could I do? I couldn’t fight for what I truly didn’t want, so now, I fight for He who died for me, and rose again…”
Mythrelné was taken away after that, to be killed for his faith… They aimed fire arrows at him, and he stood there, expressionless and taking deep breaths. He raised his arms below his head, closed his eyes and felt his skin burn and the arrows piercing his heart. He fell to his knees and gasped, but he wasn’t dead. Everyone watching was outraged. They threw stones at him. The stones hit him at all sides and he gasped as each stone hit him, they kept throwing them at him but he was still alive that night.
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The guards threw him back into the dungeon, he was bruised, scratched and arrow-pierced as he limped to the window.
“Mythrelné, why don’t you just forget about the Author and move on?” asked the biographer, who wrote down Mythrelné’s story every evening he came back to tell it.
“Because… if you knew the Author’s Son the way I do, you would die for Him as well…” said Mythrelné, faintly, "Physically and... spiritually..."
“I don’t understand…” said the biographer.
“And you won’t until you actually know Him!”
The biographer frowned and helped Mythrelné up onto the cot and broke the shafts of the arrows and someone else tended to his wounds. He bit onto a rock and waited as they helped him. Closing his eyes, and lightening the grip on the rock, the rock fell out of his mouth and Mythrelné gasped and yelled as they pulled the arrow point out and bandaged him. He opened his eyes and looked at the men who watched. He smiled and told his story.
I have come to a conclusion that *sigh* Made4Christ clubs are a failure......nobody seems to want to post....(including me) so, go to the Inklings to join a different writing club...... I am very sorry!
This is how I've planned to storyline of For the Author, I hope you enjoy it! (WARNING: This is a spoiler)
Mythrelne was raised by a thief, he had no idea what the Author had planned for him... As a thief, Mythrelne had done many wrongs in his time.....He thought if there had been any person who could NOT be forgiven, it would be him. But the Author took him through many things to bring Mythrelne closer to him. Then Mythrelne became a warrior of the Author, fighting against Murzak and his men. He then felt called to take everything he stole back to the people and if it was food or water, he'd pay them back with money. He was a great addition to the Kingdom of the Author. Years after he went through these things he was taken to the capitol of his homeland and was sentenced to death by being eaten by a dragon, three times, they tried to kill him, and the dragon couldn't touch him, then every night he came back to the dugeon cell, he'd tell the prisoners there the story of his life and said it was "A little part of His story that I'm in". A prisoner who could bring paper in, wrote the story word for word down and when he was released he read it to many people.
Then, after telling his story to many prisoners of Murzak, Mythrelne was taken for the last time to the arena of a dragon and eaten for his faith in the Author's son! He died, a warrior of the Author, a married man, and a father..... Imagine how his family must've felt?
