Soldats Knight story

Am i even in the right board? Eck, oh well. I'll seperate what i've got into 3 parts so it's not so long... and if you like it then i'll post the other 2 segments.
Silver Soldiers
Yvonne jerked to the side as she heard a rustle in the leaves close by to her.
“Who’s there?” Yvonne called out into the darkness.
Silence.
Yvonne turned back to the warmth of the setting sun. It was so refreshing on her cold, bruised skin.
Crunch. Rustle. Crunch.
“Who’s there?!” Yvonne called out again, turning around.
Still silence. So she spun herself back around to face the sun.
“Why are you here? No one is supposed to be up here!” A voice whispered harshly from behind Yvonne.
In I slow cool voice Yvonne replied “Where is here? I am only where I am now because I … I can’t tell you that.”
Crunch, crunch.
The person whom the voice was coming from appeared to be sitting beside Yvonne. She hesitated a little and moved slightly away from the person.
“This is Dead Tree’s Point. It’s a lifeless place. Why would you possibly come here?” The voice said, no longer in a whisper.
“If this is Dead Tree’s Point then I came to the right place. For I am dead to all around me although as you can see, I am with a pulse and pure flesh.” Yvonne stated, in a hidden sad voice.
“Dead? Oh how I know what that must be like, sort of. You must be of the Bronze Battalion?” The voice asked.
“Yeah, yes, how did you know?” Yvonne asked, astonished.
The voice laughed a mocking laugh, as if Yvonne was joking. But once it realized Yvonne was serious the tone of voice flattened out.
“You can’t be serious. Have you not noticed the Bronze side mark on the back of your neck? On anyone else’s neck for that matter?”
Yvonne held her breath, then turned to face where the voice was coming from. “No one ever told me as I am disabled. My eyes are of no use. And to them, I am dead.”
The world is divided into sides. On the continent that Yvonne lives on, there is the Dead Dukes, The Bronze Battalion, the Silver Soldiers, the Platinum Party, the Iron Imagery and the Golden Gods.
The Dead Dukes side is the lowest rank. It is a lifeless place, other than the dead, there are the corpses that are dying. It’s a fearful place, rumored to be cursed.
The Bronze Battalion are the lowest rank people, they are viewed as normal people but if normal people are ones who live in poverty and poorness then the people who think the Bronze Battalion are ‘normal’ are far from right.
The Silver Soldiers are very secretive, not much is known about them except that they are the most top secret government agency in the world.
The Platinum Party are the colony of rich folk, humans and animals alike. They are snobby people who view the rest of their world as a lie.
The Iron Imagery is the manufacturers for the whole continent and have the strictest of rules and those who don’t follow are severely punished.
And finally, the Golden Gods are those who rein over the whole world. On this continent is the home of the Golden Gods, but the location is unknown.

is it ok if I merge your posts and put your story in a different post??

No worries!

You got your own topic post for the story!!!

I really like this! It is cool!

This is such a good story!!! I can't wait to read the rest!!!

This is good! I really like it! ^__^ keep up the great work!

yay! I'm glad that you have the rest of the story planned out! ^___^ I can never do that with my stories... unless I start from the end!

yeah this story really is awesome!!! i'm starting to try and write my story down!!! it's really hard cause it has a bunch of different stuff in it.

'the end and the beginning'? wow... that sounds deep! I cant wait till you post more!

Yes i know what you mean Ishiko, you have what you want but it's hard to write it down.

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'the end and the beginning'? wow... that sounds deep! I cant wait till you post more!

*blushes* Aw shucks. I'll post some more tomorrow if i get online. Is it easier to read with small text or normal sized text?

soldats knight wrote:

Yes i know what you mean Ishiko, you have what you want but it's hard to write it down.

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'the end and the beginning'? wow... that sounds deep! I cant wait till you post more!

*blushes* Aw shucks. I'll post some more tomorrow if i get online. Is it easier to read with small text or normal sized text?

it's easier to read with normal text! :tongue:

part 3
Yvonne could hear heavy breathing coming from beside her, either that was the first time Jacques had worked out or he was frightened. She could hear harsh voices splitting through the forest, traveling up the hill and into her ears. They were calling for a boy, stating they will kill him if he doesn’t confess. Jacques didn’t seem to notice, his breathing was steadying.
“Are those men after you?” Yvonne asked.
“What men? I didn’t hear anything – did you hear anything?!” Jacques questioned nervously.
“Yeah, it sounds like there are two men at the bottom of the hill looking for a boy that hasn’t confessed.” Yvonne said, pointing out that they were not far away.
Yvonne could hear Jacques fidget, then crouch on his knees.
Voices.
“I can’t hear anything! You’re a liar! Are you working with them?!” Jacques asked Yvonne accusingly.
“With who? Whoever they are, they’re getting closer by the second. Are they after you?”
But Yvonne didn’t get an answer. It was all much of a blur to her, Jacques covered her mouth with his hand and then guided her down the hill, slinking behind the trees, all the way the two men were drawing closer. The next thing Yvonne knew, she was taking into some sort of dark room that began to move. She suspected it was the back of a carriage, but she still had her mouth covered and couldn’t ask.
Wheels rumbling over the cobble road.
It was cold and damp in the back of the carriage, the smell of rotting wood made Yvonne feel sick and she wouldn’t have minded if she needed to vomit – it would go straight into Jacques’ hand! But she never got the chance, Jacques removed his hand and let her speak.
“What are you doing to me?!” Yvonne screeched.
Jacques cursed and said in a hushed voice “Don’t be so loud! I practically saved you back there. If those men had caught me, caught me with you, we’d most likely be thrown into the pits of the dead in an instant! Now be quiet until we get to the base.”
“Base?” Yvonne whispered.
“Ah, you’ll have to wait and see,” Jacques whispered back, “–hear,” He added.
The two sat in silence for what seemed like a whole day to Yvonne, she was impeccably hungry, let alone parched for a drink. She felt the wheels beneath the carriage slow to a stop and then Jacques hand fling to her mouth. Jacques guided her to a standing position and then stepped slowly down with her to the back doors of the carriage. They stepped outside and Yvonne heard Jacques gasp.
He let go of Yvonne’s mouth, and in turn, she too gasped, instantly covering her nose and mouth with her hands. A dreadful stench loomed through the air; it was like a mixture between rotting corpses and the live feeding on the dying. It was a smell that would be strong enough for you to crawl into a little ball and stay there forever.
“Jacques, can I ask you a favour?” Yvonne asked slowly.
“Uh, I suppose, yes.” Jacques said a little muffled, reluctant to remove his hand from his mouth and nose.
“Would you please describe the scene to me? Seeing as my eyes fail me, I’d like to know how everything looks.” Yvonne explained.
“Um, yeah sure. Well, it’s hazed, smelly and I really didn’t think the base would be in a place like this. Even if it is unexpected, it’s too unexpected.” Jacques said.
“Oh come on, you can do better than that!” Yvonne exclaimed.
“Oh. Okay then, I’ll describe as we walk.” Jacques stated, taking Yvonne’s arm and walking with her. “The stench of death is swirling through our noses, scampering rats flood the place, scavenging for food. Every time they jump from mound of skeletons to the next, rotting bones rattle and fall, clouds of dust erupt from the dead every few seconds. We have to wade through the trash that is lying over the place. It’s disgusting, not just what is on the ground, but the air too. As you can smell, it is also disgusting, the yellow-brown haze that lays low over the area is thick and blinding.
“I see up ahead there is a building that looks like a miniature lighthouse, as we grow closer, it leans to one side and looks very aged. So much so that the paint has peeled and the walls have cracked. It is a yellow colour with green almost grey moss spurting from the edges of the walls. We are entering the building now. This is our base.”

dude! i didn't like it... i loved it!!!<3333333

soldats knight wrote:

Thanks

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