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Her legs were stiff, her eyes hurt under the intense sunlight. She sat in what little shade a rather large boulder offered, sweating like a pig and contemplating taking off the very little clothing she now wore, as if that could possibly make the heat go away. Her right arm hurt like hell because of a wound she could not remember getting. But she currently couldn't even remember her own name so she didn't think much of that. The wind was nonexistent here. It was so dry the ground looked almost like cobblestones. And to top it off, there was nothing but the boulder as far as she could see. The much-shredded excuse for a tunic she wore was covered in blood, though she hadn't the slightest idea as to whose blood it was. She pushed herself to her feet unsteadily and started off. Walking a staggered line for hours before the heat took over and she gave in to dehydration. She stumbled, fell to her knees and tipped over sideways. She was in the sweet embrace of unconsciousness before her head hit the dusty earth.
It could have been that she lay there and never ever got up, never even opened her eyes. But this girl, a young thing, barely fifteen, had a great destiny. The gods could not simply allow her to die.
And so it happened that a young shepherd, weary from chasing a lost lamb for days, came upon the girl's prone figure and brought her back to his village. There she lived out the next year or so as if it had always been so. As if the prior fourteen years had never happened. To her they hadn't. The villagers accepted her as one of their own and dubbed her Ryna, an Old-tongue word for beauty. In time they grew accustom to the mark on her forehead that made her look as though she'd been branded years ago, the brilliant green eyes and the obsidian black hair that were a true rarity in The Overlands.

............so it's really that bad huh?
Oh well
New storyness now
TO MICROSOFT WORD!!!!!!!!!!

I think is sounds great so far! Good job. I cant wait to see how it turns out.

oooooooooooooo tell me more! this is great!!

Brilliant story..............but the mark on the forehead and black hair ........... is she Harry Potters' sister???

only kidding


very catchy opener.

I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity...........Edgar Allen Poe


Im impressed

very nice i would like to hear more

Not bad at all! I like the creativity .and how you used your words..As a fellow writer myself, I will gladly help you with any of your writing needs.

it reminds me of stephen king's "the talisman," albeit in a different sort of style. i'd be interested to hear more, but i'm kind of sitting on the fencepost of whether i like it or not. i'd need to read more.

Actually mr. MIMB, the sheperd boy isn't a lasting character.

oh, OK, i guess you should skip him then.