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Sponty
Part boy, part car; Boycar, Protector and King of Chilladelphia
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Posted on 01-25-11 01:10:03 AM

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(Note: This is not my writing. My girlfriend wrote this. If you'd like to check out her blog, where the story will be updated on a more regular basis, possibly with some other poetry of hers, it's here.)

In fields of white and silver the hope of the world rested in a single egg. Grass that froze and danced in the wind covered the ground like crystal shards. The Sun rarely came out to grace its warmth upon the field of crystal grass and diamond trees, yet there was an infinite light from above. A mountain range covered in snow and flecked with silver surrounded the field, which made it impregnable from anyone who dared to try and enter the field; it kept the creatures inside of it prisoner in their own haven.

She lowered her seeing glass and frowned at the mountain range in irritation. Snow whipped around her cloaked body as she rode slowly closer, through the increasingly powerful storm. The horse she rode was tiring, but she pressed it farther and deeper than any wizard had ever dared go. Snow rose higher and higher on the she wizard's steed, yet she continued to drive her horse closer and closer to the range of silver rock. 'I must get there...' she thought over and over. An especially strong gust of wind through itself against the pair, toppling the weak rider and horse into the snow. The she-wizard struggled against the weight of the crushing snow, clawing desperately to what she hoped was the surface, but every time she removed snow, more would come to replace it. Cold crept into her bones, and slowly began to freeze her from the inside out. Her clothes were torn and her skin was slowly turning hard like stone. She screamed, but none could hear her, she cried out, but the wind took away her voice.

Outside of the beauty that is the diamond field lay a wasteland of death and frozen bodies, of darkness and helplessness beyond anything the human mind is capable of understanding. It creeps into your mind and soul, and freezes anything it touches, like the cold hand of death beckoning you to it, only to touch you and watch you die with a smirk upon its ghost-like face.

~

The door banged open, and the wind rustled everyone's coats and jackets, but no one dared look up and challenge this new comer. The new comer walked with an air of authority and power that even kings were hesitant to challenge. Boots loud and clear stomped up to the bar, and with every passing step, more and more people turned and left their drinking space. She slammed a bag of gold coins onto the counter top, and let them clang onto the old wood. The bar keeper nervously reached for one of the stray pieces of gold and immediately set to fixing her drink. She sat down slowly onto the withering stools, and glanced slowly around at what was left of the people in the bar. Satisfied that everyone was looking away, she returned to her drink and set to work on finishing it off.

Her hooded face was bent over the ale in front of her when the door flew open once more, rustling her soft, dark robes that fell to the floor. Angrily, she turned to see who it was that disrupted her quiet evening at the local run down bar. A scrawny kid of 14 years stood in the doorway and ran to the people in the silent bar. “Please, help! My mother is dying and the doctor is away! Anyone, please!” he looked desperately around at the people until fixing his gaze on the robed woman at the counter. The boy ran to her and grasped her dark velvet robes, “please, ma'am! If there is anything you can-!” A hand as white as snow reached out and grasped his neck with a vice like grip.

The hood of her attire hid the pale face within, but everyone knew that if death had a figure, it would resemble she who sat grasping the boy's throat. Her voice slithered and whispered out from the darkness, like a snake about to catch a mouse. Every word dropped like poison into water, thick and deadly as poison, “boy, let go of my robes before I turn your worthless life into something even worse than hell itself...” the child let go of her robes, and slumped against the floor. If not for the hand around his throat, he would have collapsed entirely. “Now, go, boy...Before I change my mind about sparing your pathetic life...” she snarled and threw him to the creaking floor. The she-wizard turned away from the boy, gasping for breath and chilled to the bone, and resumed drinking the last of what was in her glass.

She felt a hesitant tug on her clothing again, and angrily she turned once more, “please...Ma'am...Please help my mother...” the boy croaked and held on tightly to her robes. The she-wizard hardened her heart, and snatched away her clothing from the weak boys hand. She rose and murmured words of magic until her black staff was in her hand. Without a word, she hit the boy with the end of it, and knocked him out cold. Just as silently, she walked back out the door, and became one with the night.

It was silent in the bar until everyone was sure the she-wizard was gone. A few moments passed before they sprang into action and came to the boy's aid, but by now the child knew his mother had passed, and no one could do anything to heal that wound.

The boy woke up with a horrendous headache and ran out of the bar with tears streaming down his face as the realization that he was now alone sunk into his heart. He ran until his lungs gave out. The boy collapsed upon the stone and dirt road and sobbed, vowing revenge against the woman who refused to save the last of his family. He looked up into the night sky, determination now filling the empty void inside of him, and vowed to become strong enough one day in order to kill those of her kind.

~

She walked through the forest of death and decay, allowing the spirits of the undead to fill her body and mind. The soft robes she adorned floated over the dried and cracked ground, never touching the earth on which she walked. Finally, she arrived at her destination, an old withering castle of ages past that belonged to sorcerers before her. She was the last of her kind, the last of her order, and it was her duty to keep it up so the world never forgot what a wizard could do.

Slowly, she ascended the stone stairs and stood at the top of the tower, watching the forest below with cold, unfeeling eyes. No warmth ever touched this place; the Sun was banned from ever seeing the likes of the one place in this world that still remembered what hatred could do. She closed her eyes and listened to the spirits of the past, reassuring herself that she was in the right to leave behind the boy whose mother had passed into a world so peaceful it was unimaginable. The voices of the past whispered menacingly in her head, telling her that no one deserved help, no one grew stronger until they were alone.

The she-wizard opened her eyes, and vowed up into the black midnight sky, that she would succeed where her mother had failed. A slow, deadly smirk formed on her pale lips, 'I will bring them back to this world...Where it can be engulfed in flame.'

She turned her back as a wind from the East blew past her, carrying the scent of life with it. Her robes danced in the wind, raising themselves from the ground and pushed open at the front like some terrible beast from the depths of hell. Her long black hair was blown along with the robe, creating the image of a wedding train behind her. It rose and fell like the Chinese dragon as she carefully walked down the stone stairs and disappeared into the forest of death and decay.

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