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 Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 3:16 pm
xxxBeen bored, especially over the last two days... Finally decided to check all my guilds again, and saw this thing, and said "Why not?" Personally, I don't care if anyone wants to jump in on my story and help/ruin it, not like it would be all that great anyways. But, I do have a plot line (will be posted below), containing all major events that I intend to have written into the story... Anyways, you can either read and rate, or if you must, edit or add. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1:
1) Introduction of main character (Nehabilis Nama)
2) Story begins with Nehabilis, not knowing who or where he is. (amnesia? no, but for sake of story, he thinks so.)
3) In crowded area, people passing by all over the place, yet he is left unnoticed until he asks someone where he is.
4) Is at first ignored.
5) Asking again draws a man's attention.
6) The man answers "Enknouen." The city in which they are in.
7) Man asks boy for his name.
cool Boy cannot remember, so man calls him "Nehabilis." He acquires name.
9) Asking the man what his name is, the man answers, I too am "Nehabilis."
10) It seems the boy has found a temporary home.
Chapter 2:
(in progress of being transposed from paper to computer, but for now, I want chapter one typed.)
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 3:44 pm
Chapter 1
xxxThe sun was bright, burning through his eyelids when he stirred awake. His dream was strange, yet seemed normal compared to the world he found himself in. The streets were bustling with people, all of which seemed too distracted to see him lying there in the middle of it all. Even so, they all gracefully stepped around him, paying him no heed, giving no glare, making no sound. Then it occured to him, he had heard nothing this entire time of being here other than the shuffling feet. It would explain the peaceful sleep, but it was certainly odd in an area full of people.
xxxHe had never felt so lost, or at least he cannot remember if he had ever felt so lost. Now that he began to think, it seems that he has no idea where he was, or how he got there. He would have figured at first that someone would have stirred him from his slumber to let him know that he was in the middle of street, but from the silence, he assumed it was out of character to do such an act. At the same time though, he must figure out where he was, hopefully he would be able to find his way back home. At first, when he thought of home, he was terrified, for he could not remember where he lived, he could not even remember what his home looked like. Panic quickly swept over him as he tried to remeber anything, something that would help him. In the end, he could not even remember his very name. He forced himself calm though, he remembered how to formulate words, he knew he had a home, and he knew he had a name.
xxxHe decided that he first needed to know what he looked like, thinking that it may hint at where he came from, or who he is. Standing up, he began to search for anything that could give him a reflection of himself. Something that would give him a general picture. That was when he realized just how large this city was, skyscrappers where everywhere, reaching into the heavens. All of them looked to be of the same architecture, yet varying in size, but most importantly, they all had glass. Quickly making his way through the crowd, he peered into the glass of the closest building and noticed his icy blue eyes first. They were frightning, but that could be because he was frightened himself. His hair was nicely cut, or at least it looked nice to him, with sandy blonde hair sitting playfully over his eyebrows. It kept it's shape all the way over to his ears, in which it dove to his neck line, he smiled to ensure the reflection worked and confirmed it so. He could not be much older than fourteen, though he was sure he was younger, but hoped to be older. His clothing was surprisingly very white, from shoulder to toe, he was adorned in white clothing. Nothing pointed out who or even where he was.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 11:29 am
(Continued)
xxxIt must have taken him forever to come up with the idea to ask someone any sort of question as to where he was, for he knew for sure staring that he stared at himself for at least five more minutes and decided to sit there wondering what he should do for who knows how long. At the same time, he was fearful, as everyone looked so busy, looked so distant. He would hate to interupt anyone who was in a hurry, yet they were the only source of information in sight. The buildings had no sort of writing, and the corners of the streets had no signs to indicate location. Which somehow did not seem so peculier to him.
xxxHe must have watched thousands of potential people pass by him before he gathered the courage to ask a kind looking man where they were. "Eh... Excuse me sir." His voice was raspy, nervousness filling every note. The man continued on though, walking around the boy as if he were an obstacle. It was strange, to be ignored, yet noticed at the very same time, so he thought that maybe the man didn't hear his mouse-like voice. "Excuse me sir, could you tell me where I am?" He sounded much more confident, his words and voice clear as crystal. The man stopped this time, turning around, quite confused himself now. It almost looked as if the man was in a sort of trance before. Looking about him, he stepped towards the child, "You ask where we are?" The boy nodded his head happily, the man's voice was gentle and carried the prized ring of knowledge. "Yes, sir, I'm afraid I'm lost." The boy replied through his smile.
xxxThe man placed a hand on the boys shoulder and knelt down, probably for his own comfort, but made the boy feel much more relaxed. "Well, you see, we are in Enknouen." The name wasn't familiar, but nothing really was to the boy anymore. "Enknouen?" He questioned, mostly to himself, yet still aloud. He was frustrated that he didn't know anything about everything. He kept drilling into his memory, but only found empty pockets. "Yes, that is its' name." The man replied, somewhat baffled by the child's expression. "How about you? What's your name?"
xxxThe boy couldn't take it any longer though, this unknowing. He couldn't even remember his own name, something he was sure he had, yet he was at a loss. He fell to his knees and began to cry, bitter tears pouring into his palms as he hid his face. "Hey, don't cry... We'll get you home." The man didn't know what to do, didn't even know what was going on within the boy's head, but there had to be something. "Come on, I help you look for your family." The boy's crying became less and his eyes glimmered with hope. He had to have a family, he just knew it. Then he remembered that he didn't know anything about himself or his family, "But I don't even know my own name sir." The man looked at him blankly, then shook himself from his trance once more. "Well, I'll call you Nehabilis for now, until you can remember." The boy's expression became puzzled at the strange name. "Nehabilis?" The man smiled as he shifted around the child's hair. "But of course! What better title to give you?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 6:41 pm
(Continued)
xxxThe word 'title' seemed a bit strange. The boy didn't understand why he would be given a title when he didn't know his own name. After a moment of pondering, he began to feel better about the decision. He had a name, he knew it, but since he could not remember the man gave him something to be called instead of boy.
xxx"Hmph." Nehabilis said with a nod.
xxxThe man smiled as he held out a hand. "Now let us find your family."
xxxA wide smile filled Nehabilis' face as he gripped the man's hand gladly as they began to walk through the strange city.
xxxIt took what seemed to be four blocks before it occured to the boy that he had still not asked the man for his name. It would be rude to address the man consistantly without saying his name, at least he felt that way. "Excuse me sir?"
xxx"Yes?" The man questioned back.
xxxNehabilis hesitated, it was almost embarassing to wait so long before asking the man's name. "Uh... What is your name?"
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