This story sparked from a dream I had. I won't tell you all of it, but I'll dish out just the general sense of it all... I was a stranger in an odd land, a land that I knew I had been promised great things from, yet it was a land that was dark and violent and unforgiving. The rich laughed scornfully, and everyone else who didn't have money was instantly clapped in slavery's chains.
What was wrong? I wondered. Why is everything so horrible? I remember feeling scared when I got branded a slave, and then I heard whispers surround me. It's the king's fault. He did this to you - to everyone. He hates goodness. He'll do whatever he can to pull you down.
Well, now I'm sure you can imagine how one must feel in that situation. I woke up soon after, but not before I'd been befriended by a man I didn't know. I didn't want to agree to his proposition, but I knew even without him asking what he wanted me to do: sneak into the castle and put an end to all the suffering of the common people, the people held as slaves. Free them and go to whatever extreme to help them.
And of course, that extreme was... killing the king.
To say in the least, I woke up laughing at myself. What had I eaten the night before to give me such a dream? But when I chewed on it, I decided that made a great story starter. What if there was someone who'd yearned for freedom and wealth and great things, but instead fell into the dark pit of slavery? Someone who became part of a rebellion, and against his better judgement, agreed to kill for the sake of freeing others?
Well, my friends, that's where Allen came in. And this is his story.
Because everyone loves a nice collage... and because it was easier than trying to finagle a bunch of pictures into this post. |
Orphans
Perden and Allen Wolfhouse hated their childhood, and why shouldn't
they? Forced to work day and night, even as young boys, and slapped
with the name of their shame – the orphanage Wolfhouse. Both
brothers vow to one day rid themselves of the labor they abhor,
dreaming of a new life that can only be found on the Lower Home
island. One day, they promise each other, that life will be theirs,
and they'll have anything they could ever desire.
But
on Perden's sixteenth birthday, Allen's world comes crashing down.
The orphanage cannot keep the older boys, so they are turned out to
fend for themselves. Only eleven, Allen is not permitted to accompany
his brother. Perden hates to leave him behind, but they have no
choice. He promises to work and come back for Allen when Allen is old
enough, and then together they'll venture onward to a glorious new
life.
Ten
years later, Allen is out of the orphanage and just finishing work as
a lowly farmhand to earn money for his passage over the channel.
Perden never returned, never sent word, but Allen doesn't give up
hope – even when he discovers that Perden crossed over to Lower
Home without him. No, he'll just meet him there. Nothing could be
simpler.
But
that's before Allen finds Lower Home is nothing like what he
imagined, before he's thrown off his ship into the hands of slavers
and chains. Before he's roped into a rebellion he didn't want. Before
he falls victim to a dying man's unbearable request and a madman's
whims.
First scene:
Is this what freedom feels
like? Allen leaned dangerously over the side of the ship. The
cool breeze felt refreshing on his face, and the ocean sent up
droplets of water as the waves crashed against the side of the
vessel. He brushed the saltwater out of his eyes and threw a smirk
down into the clear, blue depths.
“Laugh all you want now,”
he told the water. “Soon I'll be rich and happy, and I won't have
to work another day. Then Perden and I will have nothing to worry
about.”
He heard someone snort behind
him and a heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder. “Now why might
ye be talkin' down there? Can't hear ye none.”
Allen grimaced. The sailor's
breath smelled thickly of beer. Even though the captain declared
alcohol absent on the voyage, Allen supposed there were plenty of
secret caches which held smuggled beer for the enjoyment of the more
foolhardy crew members. But he said nothing, merely pushing the
drunken sailor away. Not even his halitosis could dampen Allen's
excitement for this day. Let the crew think him mad, talking to the
water of the channel as he did. It mattered little to him. He stared
outward, his eyes strained on the dark line just on the horizon.
“I'm coming, Perden,” he
whispered. “And once I get there, we'll be a family again.”
He didn't know why his brother
had made the crossing without him; why he had never tried to contact
Allen at the orphanage. They had promised to come together to Lower
Home, to face the new life together, but for some reason, Perden
hadn't waited. It had taken Allen almost two years to finally
discover the truth about his brother's whereabouts, each month
passing anxiously, each night lonelier than the last. Doubts grayed
the corners of Allen's mind, but he thrust them into oblivion.
Perden knew what he was
doing. I'll find him in Lasarett.
The mere mention of the name
sent a thrill down his spine. Lasarett. The capitol, the place
where the waters stopped, the home of every dreamer whether he be
twenty-one or not. As the dark smudge on the horizon steadily grew
larger, Allen couldn't contain the smile that swept over his face.
They'd dock that evening, and he was certain it would only take a few
short hours – if that – to locate Perden.
Allen took a deep breath. Soon.
God bless!
Well, well, well. You're writing a story *loosely* based off a dream. That's dangerous, m'dear. It does sound exciting, though. I can't wait to read more!
ReplyDeleteDangerous? Pshaw! I only thought myself a lunatic for cooking up this idea in the first place. But, I can tell you, I'm not the only people to base stories off dreams. CoaL began as a dream, you know. I don't necessarily think of it as basing the story on the dream, but as bettering the dream. :)
DeleteSounds interesting! LOVE the collage:D
ReplyDeleteThanks, Arwen!! :D I usually don't do collages, because they turn out so horrible, but I was pleased at how this one looks! *pats self on back* *pulls shoulder out of joint* Ow... well, maybe I shouldn't praise myself too highly... ;)
DeleteOoooh my! Big epic fantasy-type story. This looks AMAZING. And wow, that was some dream. o.o I love it when I have inspirational dreams. Or just adventurous ones like that. It's always so nice to feel like you've lived through an adventure, even if it is just while you sleep. ;)
ReplyDeleteBy the way, the collage is GORGEOUS. ALL of this is amazing!
More comments! *happy dance* :D
DeleteDreams are amazing like that. I like how you said that... "like you've lived through an adventure." Unfortunately, the one dream which includes flying and Neverland hasn't come yet, and that's the one I want the most. *pouts* What would you suggest as a bedtime snack to spur on that sort of dream?