NewFF: Elements.. ON HOLD (NOTE on Pg 5)

It was winter. Snow lay around like a white blanket by the cold roads. When touched, the warmth of that touch would melt it instantly. The wind was flowing slowly with a rhythm of silent music. The lights were dim, from a distance, but were bright enough to attract joy and guests to homes celebrating the snowy festival; bright enough to even bring a smile, a pleasant feeling of home. The smell of fresh beer and meat wafted with the breeze of this weather to the noses, to caress the hungry senses and water some dry mouths. It was a peaceful night. A happy night.

But all is not meant to be like you dream..

She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Her hands and arms clutching to a bundle covered in cloth, and her legs feeling heavier with every step she took. Her face flushed with colour and painted with tears, that weref lowing endlessly, since she began this quest.

She found a huge tree with a pretty big enough hollow for her to get in. She stepped into it and bent down. She could hear some voices nearing. In anticipation, she clutched the bundle tighter and shut her eyes murmuring something.

Soldier: (yelling) Let's go! She's not here!

The soldier was clad in heavy armour and a huge sword in hand. His face menacing and his mouth curved into a frown. He signaled the others with him to move and look farther.

As the sounds of muffled steps died away, she slowly crept out the hollow, from it's warmth to the cold outside. As she did she murmured a thank you to the almighty. Bringing that bundle a bit away from her bosom, she saw her little angel, her apple of the eye, her naughty, yet, beautiful son. As she did, he fluttered open his eyelids revealing the chocolate pools, that were looking up with happiness and love for the person in front, for his mother. As she understood what those eyes said, she couldn't help but smile and kiss his forehead, tenderly.

Lady: Forgive me! Forgive me, dear.. I am sorry, baby. What am doing is for you and only you. I cannot put your life in danger… Please, understand my dear (looking into those pools to see if her son understood her)

Only her heart knew how she felt about what was happening.

She knew that no matter what, he would make it a point to hunt her and her child down. By hook or crook, that would happen. But she could not risk this poor thing, that had just opened its eyes to this world.

Her legs walked each and every step slowly but steadily. The night had grown dark and a storm was not far behind. She had to do something fast, to bring her baby to safety. Just when she thought of it, she noticed a very dimly lit house near a huge tree that covered most of the house and made it look smaller.

Her heart told her that she had to do this. This was the only way to keep her son safe from whatever was to come. As she took every step, that lead to the dark oak door, her heart sank and rose just as slowly . her beath came out slowly and deeply. It felt as if her chest was being squeezed of air. On reaching the last step, she gently put the bundle down in front of the door.

Carefully, wrapping him again neatly and combing his hair…

Lady: I love you, son! I love you very…very much! (kissing her son's forehead tenderly, and letting her lips stay there for a long time, so she could fill her senses with her little angel's scent and his fresh, young skin on her lips and hands for the very…..last ….time…)

Those chocolate pools once again opened to see it's face painted with tears. Though he couldn't understand his mother's sad face, he lifted his chubby fingers to touch that favourite piece of art that he had seen first when he had opened his eyes to this world.

Feeling his chubby hands on her face, she lifted her face to the side and kissed those hands one by one tenderly, as fresh tears flowed down those browns.

Smiling and giggling to his mother's soft yet, tickly touch, he brought his hands down to the frills, just below her face.

Hearing her son giggle, she looked up to see those eyes smiling and eager to have a playtime with her. She couldn't help but give a watery smile, which then, extended to a wide grin as she nuzzled her nose with her son's small, puggy one.

Again, giggling at that feeling on his nose, he clutched tightly to those frills, feeling the laces' softness, and gave a wet kiss on that sweet, straight nose just above his face.

Feeling something wet on her nose, she opened her eyes to see her son smiling and clutching onto her dress. She instantly grabbed him and hugged him tightly to her bosom, yet gently.

Slowly his eyes drooped down as his senses recognized the familiar warmth flow contagiously on his tired senses. Sleep invaded his slow working senses, thus completely pausing them for now, except his breathing and his mind and heart. Soon he was fast asleep, humming a rhythmic sound of breath, as his rose and fell to its tunes.

After lulling him to sleep, making sure not to wake him, she broke away gently and placed him back into that bundle of warm clothes. Wrapping him around and giving one last final look to her piece of soul, she got up to leave.

Just as she stepped down, she didn't look away from that tiny figure that lay in front of her, breathing peacefully.

She had given birth to him, loved him, pampered him, laughed at and with him, lulled him to sleep every night, kissed him tenderly everytime, cared for him…..and again, Loved him….

Unfortunately, she wouldn't be there for him, now. Those things that she did with him, would be only a memory for her. A memory to be cherished. A memory to be remembered. Wonder if he'll even remember me, thought the lady, that followed a watery chuckle of hers. When she had hugged him the last time, her fear for the poor little being increases, making her think again. But what could she do now?

There was no other way out. Either run with him and die or keep him safe, run alone and die.

She preferred the second, because the only thing that she cared for was that young life, that lay just a few feet away from her.

Before stepping down the last step, she rushed back and knocked or rather banged on the door, cluthing to her thick coat that id nothing to warm her in this cold, freezing weather. She ran down the steps, stumbling a bit, and muffling out a cry, not at the pain throbbing in her sprained foot, but for her little angel…and then ran away.

Away from here, from her life, from her son, from her…. To meet death with open arms. All she wanted was to give her son what he deserved. He deserved to live. And that was what she had given.

Lady: Good, keep him safe…(before disappearing into that stormy night, never to come, or look back. Never….

hey u shud continue this story..

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Originally posted by: Angels11

Hey Annie a v bleak intro. Of course she ll not die. Hope i am right. Or this it Arnav's mom & not Kushi?

Chapter 1

Kingdom Galaxia

A slow breeze blew across this kingdom, weighing off its heat and softly descending its coolness. Along with it, travelled the lone cottons of grey blue, clearing the path for the moon, that shone in the centre, to reflect back the light of the sun to this land below and brighten up the paths, houses, doors, windows, bridges, clock towers and also the magnificent palace that stood there on a huge platform in silence.

A ray of light cast on anything, casts a shadow of that, right behind it.

Even the moon's light would do that. Yes. All that the moon lit up, cast the darkest of the dark shadows of the brightest of the bright.

As darkness spread like a contagious plague, along the roads and walls of everything, with it moved something…... Or someone… It's silhouette moved in the palace gates and into the interiors of the palace. Passing the beautiful entrance, that was glowing in red and yellow, in their darkest hues, colouring their surroundings in them as well, and the corridors, adorned with hand lamps and curtains of pale gold, the silhouette at last, stopped at a huge gold-plated door. In front, stood two soldiers clad in lustrous, and shapely metals, that covered them from head to toe, with a sword that hung from their hips, a shield that was held in one hand, while a spear in the other.

A heavy, muscled hand lifted to indicate the guest to stop. And out came a weighing, husky voice from inside the helmet.

Soldier1: The King…

Man: (cutting in) Himself called me here for something 'Very' Important…(indicating the two with is head) Not if you please..

Soldier1: (sighing and looking over to his partner) Okay…

As he stepped into those interiors, a whoosh of warm.. Hot air whiffed his tresses back. A figure, dressed in dark robes, lined with pale gold, and a tinge of red to the material, sat on a huge throne-like chair, beside the window. The fingers were long, and had a ring on each alternate one. His hands was adorned by the black laced rim of the robs his body carried. They were drumming rhythmically against the arm of his Throne, while the other was balled up into a fist. Fumes of heat could be seen escaping those hands from the loose creaks of lines of his hands.

Man: (in a calm, cool manner) Your Royal Highness..(bowing his head slightly)

King: (his fingers stopping their routine) Hmm…(with his eyes still closed) Any news?.. (his voice hissing just like a snake)

Man: (lowering his eyelids and with a frown) No…Sir..(waiting for his highness to react)

King: (groaning like a hungry lion on the prowl and not having got a single prey)

Man: I looked…

King: (his eyes shooting open, and his voice instantly rising with a volume higher than usual) You looked everywhere, but did not find him…Tell me, Ekaadash!! Isn't there any place that you HAVEN'T looked for him? Or you've searched all lands and seas for that little SON OF A HAG!!!! (grasping for breath, after his outburst)

Ekaadash: (shaken by his master's outburst and avoiding meeting those fearful eyes and lowering his head even more) What can I do sir? (instantly regretting his words) I…I… have done even that! But no sign of him. (relieved that his master's listening) Even after so many years, our search is still unfruitful… It will be difficult to find him Now..

King: (his volume slowly increasing) No, no, no, no, no, NO!! (turning around in a swift movement and fixing his gaze on the lowered head) I will FIND HIM!! YOU WILL DO THAT!!! I have Waited for TWENTY ONE YEARS, and I cannot Take it ANY MORE!! Either You Find HIM or (lowering his voice and growling as he neared his Army's Commander) I.. will…KILL…Y-O-U……I… Want HIM… A-L-I-V-E….(his pools deepening the moment he finished)

Ekaadash: (instantly looking up at the last statement, wetting his dried lips with his tongue and gulping hard) Yes Sir!

Immediately, that flowing figure went back the same route it had come, and then, out those palace gates.

Following the figure, were those dark grey ones, that carried a depth of depths in them. It was only a look of that eye, that would inflict fear, and pain both at the same time. His thoughts were running a pace of a million, gazillion miles, infuriating those dark greys further, hence diluting them, and turning them Black.

Ever since, that fateful day, he has always been restless and a tugging feeling that never…ever left him behind. Ever since his sister-in-law ran away the day he killed his brother, with her son, the heir to this throne, he has not had a single…S-I-N-G-L-E moment's peace. That sword that rested on two clamps of gold, was the one that was stained with his brother's blood, and would have been stained again, by his rotten nephew's, if only that hag, hadn't run away with him. His dream of sitting on the throne, his birthright, had been fulfilled that fateful day, with a slow and steady plan of conspiracy. His brother no longer lived, however, that blood of his still walked this Earth fearless of what was to come. And so his conspiracy remained unaccomplished. The blood that ran in his veins had heated up so much that its colour changed and throbbed hard against his skin. His pulse raced, beating against the nude cover of his forehead, just above his eyebrow. The blood's colour so strong, that even the vein, now, seemed like a black vein of a climber, as it swelled up.

King: (breathing heavily, yet deep and slow breaths) You cannot run away from me forever. I WILL find YOU…..

Just as the sky cracked with lightening, his face fazed into a face of another creature, that growled a deep, but low growl, and then, back to his face in a snap.