Rawra
11th Jun 2012, 9:13 AM
Tales Of Uncharted Lands
Prologue
It was a rainy November night in New York city. The cold rain drops were hitting the empty streets like sticks on a drum. Huge lightning was almost tearing the sky apart, followed by loud and really scary thunders, like the voices of forsaken gods. The electricity was out in this part of Manhattan, where the Norman family had their residence. Mina Norman, the 20 year old daughter of Jessie and Alan, wasn't asleep. She was watching the beautiful natural show that was going on outside. Mina always watched the raindrops race to the bottom of the window, and thought about which one could have been first. But this time, it was something special. The following day would have marked 3 years since she saw her grandpa be literally struck by lightning. He died instantly, and this scarred her for life. Since then, she wasn't the same sociable person; Mina turned into an introvert, leaving the house only when she needed to go to college, where everyone ignored her, as they thought she was a weirdo. Nobody knew about the happening, nor did she care to share it with her classmates. She didn't need anything else but her books, a pen and a paper on which she could write anything that came to her mind, usually dark and sad things, but who could ask for more from her?
The clock announced midnight, and the beginning of the 11th of November, the day that changed Mina's life. She covered her face with her hands and started quietly sobbing in pain. Her grandpa had always been her best friend, the only person that stood by her whenever she needed someone most, even more so than her own parents. But there was clearily more to the story than anyone knew. "Beyond this place of wrath and tears, // Looms but the horror of the shade, // And yet the menace of the years // Finds and shall find me unafraid...". She kept repeating these verses from Invictus, by William Henley, as she felt like they would give her strength.
"Sweetheart..." her mother mumbled sleepily, as she entered Mina's room. She'd only waken up to go to the bathroom, but heard her daughter crying. "Do you really want to spend everyday crying about something that's happened 3 years ago?"
"You don't know, mother. You don't know anything about my pain, nobody does, and I don't want to share it either." Mina said, with half of her mouth, not even turning her face away from the wet window.
"Don't tell me you still believe in your grandfather's tales about magic and all that?"
Mina sarcastically laughed and signaled her mother to leave. Yes, she did believe in his 'tales', but she knew better than to think they were only tales. What her eyes had seen, only fantasy books had had written on them. Jessie left, rolling her eyes; she tried talking to her daughter, to convince her that her grandpa had a serious case of Schizophrenia, or at least that's what she knew. Obviously, Mina believed something else, that his apparent illness was actually a sign that everything he said was true. It was only her that knew his secrets, and he made her promise she'd bring those secrets with her in the grave.
"Heh, you don't know, mother... you don't know..."
To be continued...
So there it was, my first story on this site. Hope I did well. :D Anyway, this was just an introduction, the next parts will surely be longer. I am excited. Very, very excited about it.
Prologue
It was a rainy November night in New York city. The cold rain drops were hitting the empty streets like sticks on a drum. Huge lightning was almost tearing the sky apart, followed by loud and really scary thunders, like the voices of forsaken gods. The electricity was out in this part of Manhattan, where the Norman family had their residence. Mina Norman, the 20 year old daughter of Jessie and Alan, wasn't asleep. She was watching the beautiful natural show that was going on outside. Mina always watched the raindrops race to the bottom of the window, and thought about which one could have been first. But this time, it was something special. The following day would have marked 3 years since she saw her grandpa be literally struck by lightning. He died instantly, and this scarred her for life. Since then, she wasn't the same sociable person; Mina turned into an introvert, leaving the house only when she needed to go to college, where everyone ignored her, as they thought she was a weirdo. Nobody knew about the happening, nor did she care to share it with her classmates. She didn't need anything else but her books, a pen and a paper on which she could write anything that came to her mind, usually dark and sad things, but who could ask for more from her?
The clock announced midnight, and the beginning of the 11th of November, the day that changed Mina's life. She covered her face with her hands and started quietly sobbing in pain. Her grandpa had always been her best friend, the only person that stood by her whenever she needed someone most, even more so than her own parents. But there was clearily more to the story than anyone knew. "Beyond this place of wrath and tears, // Looms but the horror of the shade, // And yet the menace of the years // Finds and shall find me unafraid...". She kept repeating these verses from Invictus, by William Henley, as she felt like they would give her strength.
"Sweetheart..." her mother mumbled sleepily, as she entered Mina's room. She'd only waken up to go to the bathroom, but heard her daughter crying. "Do you really want to spend everyday crying about something that's happened 3 years ago?"
"You don't know, mother. You don't know anything about my pain, nobody does, and I don't want to share it either." Mina said, with half of her mouth, not even turning her face away from the wet window.
"Don't tell me you still believe in your grandfather's tales about magic and all that?"
Mina sarcastically laughed and signaled her mother to leave. Yes, she did believe in his 'tales', but she knew better than to think they were only tales. What her eyes had seen, only fantasy books had had written on them. Jessie left, rolling her eyes; she tried talking to her daughter, to convince her that her grandpa had a serious case of Schizophrenia, or at least that's what she knew. Obviously, Mina believed something else, that his apparent illness was actually a sign that everything he said was true. It was only her that knew his secrets, and he made her promise she'd bring those secrets with her in the grave.
"Heh, you don't know, mother... you don't know..."
To be continued...
So there it was, my first story on this site. Hope I did well. :D Anyway, this was just an introduction, the next parts will surely be longer. I am excited. Very, very excited about it.