Element, Book 1, "Mist"

So when I first created this blog I figured it was going to be something I wrote in almost every day. As it turns out, my life is extremely boring & I really don't have as much interesting things to talk about as I thought I did. My bad guys. I hope I'm not disappointing any of you guys for not posting often enough, but really I don't think very many of ya'll out there read this anyways so oh well. (In case you're curious, as of tonight this blog has has 1489 page views.) To be honest, I really don't have anything super important to talk about tonight either but I'm in the mood to type & I'm not tired at ALL so.... Yep! Feel free to click away now otherwise enjoy my rambling about probably nothing (:

(Roughly 10 minutes later) So..... As it turns out I really don't have anything to say... Sorry guys. So instead I'll leave you with a little bit of a story I've had up in my head for a long time now. Hope you guys like it! Please don't steal any of the little bits of ideas I have & PLEASE let me know what you think!!!!

An excerpt from Element, book 1, "Mist" by Chelsea Rose

Dinner was close.  I could feel it.  Stepping forward I moved closer and closer ignoring both my not so quiet movements and the steady stream of profanities coming out of the dark.

“Hush up” I growled under my breath.

“I will as soon as you do” was the answer that bounced all around me.

....  Crack....

The soft sound echoed much too loud for a small twig (even if my ears are sensitive).  A new line of curses almost masked the sound of fleeting footsteps.  The sound of a smack to the back of the head, however, shattered the sound barrier.

†§†

Back at camp, I surveyed my accomplice.  Tall (about 6’1”), fair ginger red hair cropped short from a recent meeting with a dulled knife, and the most amazing eyes I had even seen.  They’re stunning, alive blue that mingles with a pastel green.  This perfect melody teases floating pools of onyx black that seem to go on forever.  Boy could they stop a heart...

To most, I appeared to look like a thin, graceful young women.  Most men stop in their tracks at the sight of me.  Some whisper that I must be a Goddess.  They describe my hair as a flowing cascade of sandy brown hair.  Though only 5’4”, my very presence makes even those a foot taller than me seem minuscule   I've heard rumors that claim my eyes are such a pure liquid blue that one glance into their depths can drown even the most talented swimmer.  At least this is what people say about me.  I am no better looking than the average maiden in my own opinion.

Brennen liked to think; at least that's what I had learned in the past few weeks.  He always seemed to be staring into the depths of the flames as they flickered in the night.  Tonight was no different.

“What cha' thinking about?”  I asked thinking I knew the answer.

“My home” He replied, giving me a completely different answer than I originally thought.

“Oh...  Okay then...”

The bubble of tense silence that followed was one that wreaked havoc on my mind.  Silence and I were ones that didn't mix so well, like water and oil.

Finally, the silence provoking me into talking, I said, “Well I'm turning in for the night.”

“Yeah me too,” he blurted out a little too fast.  “M...Might need the strength for tomorrow.”

“Who gets our one blanket tonight?”  I asked exasperated.

“Let's share it; it’s pretty cold.  Plus then we can share body heat.”

“I’m not sharing ‘body heat’ with you!  You might do something in the night while I'm sleeping.  Like you could kill me or-“I shrieked, not needing to finish my sentence.

“If I was going to kill you I could have done that a few weeks ago, and trust me I DON’T like you like that!”

“So you say...”  I retorted, raising my eyebrow in a questioning manner.

He stared me down with those eyes of his.  Those eyes...  I’d seen them many times before I had actually met Brennen.  They had plagued my dreams when I was little.  Actually, they’re the only thing in my childhood memories.  The rest is blank...  The funny and somewhat ironic thing is that by touching someone I can see anything and everything about their past (except for Brennen).

“Fine.  We’ll share, but we're buying another blanket when we get to the next town.”

“And how do you propose we do that when we have no money?”

“Oh I’m SORRY you high and mighty, but if SOMEone would just WORK a little then we MIGHT be able to BUY our food.  Then we wouldn't be HUNGRY!”

“Well if SOMEONE would learn how to track QUIETLY!”

By this time, both of us were standing either side of the fire.  I clasped in a heap, flustered and confused.  The stupid bubble returned.

Lost in my thoughts I didn't notice Brennen leave.  I looked up about to speak and found myself alone.  The nerve of him I thought.  I tried calming myself with deep breaths and found he was off scouting ahead.  Not fully calmed I took another breath in.  I smelled... her.  Panic, fear, sadness, and a strange calm flooded my senses all at once.  I acted on my first instinct not bothering for a more rational one to develop; I ran.

My heart pounded in my ears as I fled the campsite.  Despite the fact I was blindly running for my life I was as silent as water slipping over ice; a few cracks at first, then silence.  Soon I found myself tumbling downhill, gaining many scratches and bruises along the way.  Almost to the bottom of a rather steep hill my left foot caught on a rock, twisting with a sickening crunch.  Instinctively my arms flung out in front of me as I fell forward, taking something with me.  A blurry world spun into view as swelling pain consumed my senses.

The something that had suffered my fall along with me wasn't something at all but someone.  Grunting and the movement of leaves alerted me to their presence, but I could do nothing to make my sobs less audible; I'd seem to have lost control of my body and its actions.

“Aquaries is that you?  Are you ok?  You're hurt aren't you!?”

Brennen ... His voice calmed the raging sobs into timid, gasping hiccups.  I found myself wanting, almost NEEDING to be closer to him.  I must be dizzier than I Thought.  Wait...  Wasn't I running in the opposite direction from him?

“I ... I think ... I broke my ... my ankle.”  I said between hiccups.

Clouds parted, flooding us in light from the full moon.  I screamed, writhing in agony.  My necklace (a dolphin in the shape of a key that's holding my blue Mermish blood) began to glow, illuminating my over-sized eyes.  Blood raced through my veins-particularly the ones spiraling down my left arm-making them bulge, about ready to burst.  My senses went into overdrive.  Everything melded into one sharp feeling of pain.  I became blind. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice inside my head, speaking to me in a language I had never heard before and yet somehow understood.

Aqua calm down, I'm here.  I'm going to take away the pain.

Farside?  How are you in my head? I tentatively thought back, noticing as I did so that I was thinking in my native tongue instead of the common tongue as I normally did. 

No time to explain.  Brennen will be waking up soon.

Did you knock him out?

Yes.  He wouldn't let me...  You know...

O.K.  I understand.

Sleep well Aqua...

And there you have it! Like I said, let me know what you guys think pretty please!