Post by Kanae on Apr 4, 2008 18:18:01 GMT -5
Three children… one forest… a raging battle of good and evil.
Who knows what will happen?
Who knows what will happen?
“C’mon slowpokes! Hurry up! Last one there’s a rotten egg!” a young girl shouted to her two companions who lagged behind her.
The three children, the oldest being just over ten and the youngest being seven, were from the small town’s orphanage. The headmistress had planned a picnic for the day, as long as children agreed to behave and stay away from the woods. Of course all the children agreed, smiling up at her with bright faces, but the dark shadowy forest was too much of a temptation.
Sneaking away from the group was easy; the headmistress had twenty other children to watch. The three ran to the forest’s edge, giddy with the excitement that comes with breaking rules. The forest was foreboding but filled each child with a different emotion. Passion, ferocity, and joy. The three looked nervously at each other, giggling a bit, innocent to the danger that lurked yards beyond them. Grasping each other’s hands, they stepped forward into the foliage and beyond….
Swallowed by darkness, the children panicked, suddenly thinking this wasn’t such a great idea. Finally a sliver of sunlight broke through the darkness, allowing their eyes to adjust to the darkness. The girl stared at her friends, and screamed.
When one passes through the Forest of Change, they age ten years… or so the children first thought. After realizing that had happened the children (well, now adults) tried to find the edge of the forest to return to their picnic, but they had been swallowed by the darkness.
Later they came to learn that those who enter not only grow ten years older, but also are immortal, meaning they can die from a wound or from an attack, but they cannot die from sickness. They also acquire new talents, or, as they are commonly referred to, magical powers. The only way they can return is by completing their destiny… whatever the hell that means.
Meanwhile, in the forest, people who have been born there, or trapped many years before are on the verge of war. The only trouble is, the line between “good” and “evil” is entirely twisted; picking sides isn’t easy. Those who try to remain out of the battle are swept along anyways. The children have no knowledge of fighting; they’re no strangers to being treated horribly, but fighting back was something they never did.
Each day the war grows and alliances change; friendships broken and made.
…Complete your Destiny.
…Complete your Destiny.
Characters:
>> Three Children {whatever genders; try to stick to the right ages}
++ Please be considerate of the genders already chosen; I don’t want 3 girls and no boys
>> People from the Forest, either born there or trapped
++ Only need 1 or 2… they can have powers too
We’ll begin when the children first pass into the forest…
Name: Jacky Meyers
Age: Was 7; now 17
Gender: Female
Power: Can manipulate elements
Weapons: Longsword; swan tipped feathers made of cherry wood- she can attach elements to the point; pair of daggers >> all of these she suddenly had when she crossed
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History: Jacky was born into a well-respected family, until her father was framed and convicted guilty of a crime her didn’t commit. Jacky was only two years old when she and her mother were tossed into the streets. Her mother, being only twenty-five at the time, didn’t stand much of a chance in the streets of London without the protection of a man. Jacky, however, was spared and set into the countryside, to a local orphanage. By the time Jacky turned seven, she was a feisty and wild young girl, always ready to break the next set of rules.
It was Jacky’s idea to try to enter the forest. When she came to the other side, she was a young woman of seventeen, dressed in tight leather buckskin leggings with a loose white shirt over which she wore a tightly-fitted vest. While this new world frightens her slightly, she is good at hiding her fear. The forest instills a passion in her heart that she can’t deny. Jacky wants to fight, although she doesn’t know how, although she marvels at the power she now possesses.