A tale 2

Otorin walked down the dirt path to the elf lord`s house in an anxious mood, ever since he had lost his rapier, he`d been looking for a replacement, this elf lord had offered one.  The elf was waiting in the door, he was wearing an elegant needle-orange robe, there was a silver circlet on his head, and his chestnut hair flowed in the wind.  The elf greeted Otorin, the elf`s name was Lord Nianin, Nianin then ushered Otorin inside.  Otorin was lead to Nianin`s study, where on the table was a sheathed sword, Lord Nianin picked it up to show Otorin the thel bark scabbard (thel is a magic tree used by wood elves) the elf let Otorin pull out the sword.  The blade was a golden pink-red, like a sunset, he felt the handle which fit his hand fine, then he swung it around a bit, this would do.  Nianin gave Otorin the sword, which was named Ovirin, he thanked the elf lord and then left.  Now Otorin could face Count Felrad, and bring an end to this turmoil.       

Chad.

Chad walked down the street, hood over his head, and hand in pockets.  He felt alone, as usual, any kid his age would be thinking about cars, or school, but not Chad, he had the whole national government hunting him.  Chad walked past a window display of TVs showing the news, and as usual, showing a picture of him, though it was blurry.  He continued walking down the sidewalk and crowded streets, he kept his yellow eyes hidden behind his hood, even though he was invisible to everyone except other psychics who could sense his presence.  Once he got to a run-down part of New York City, what used to be Brooklyn, he went to his hideout, a dilapidated old school, he settled down in his bed.  He knew something had to be done against the government, the government who had taken him away from his parents, whom he did not know, once it was known he was a psychic, and then they put him in the S.l., a dark, gothic, and sadistic group of psychics.  There were three people he want to get revenge against; Lucius, the high priest of the S.L., Gen. Fox, who captured and tortured Chad for half- a- year, and Pres. Freedman, the current president without a term.  Soon Chad would set out to get his revenge! 

The traveler`s secret, part 2.

Alden, Edmand, and Allrun were riding , though Alden was running, along the path toward Gryphon`s Den, the nearest city.  Allrun reigned in his pegasus, being a paladin he had the ability to summon these flying, celestial steeds, as he saw Tuln, the owl, flying toward them screeching three times.

"That means potential danger."  Stated Alden, drawing his two-tipped spear (one tip on either end) and slowing down to a walk.  The danger came into view as they came around a corner, it was a knight garbed entirely in black armor, riding a black horse and he guarded the entrance of a stone bridge that stretched over a great, rushing river.  

"No one crosses this yonder bridge unlessith he defeats me in singleith combat!"  Proclaimed the knight.

"I accept your challenge!"  Edmand cried, stepping forward.  

The knight slammed his heels into the flanks of his steed, the beast charged toward Edmand, the knight lowered his lance so it was level with his opponents chest.  Edmand simply raised his hand said two words in the language of magic, and then a lighting bolt shot from his hand, struck the knight in the chest and flung him to the ground, where he lay motionless.  The trio passed to the other side of the river.  Some hours later, Alden heard Tuln`s cry again, except this time there was four cries.

"That means serious danger."  Said Alden, and everyone drew their weapons... 

The traveler`s secret.

One autumn evening, a weary, old traveler limped his way down the forest road to the Golden Ale Inn.  Once inside, the traveler went to order a beer but all of a sudden terrible spasms and vomiting over took him.  A night elf ranger named Alden Quellunn, and his owl, Tuln, rushed over to him, to try and calm the man.  The traveler was able to tell Alden that he had a certain artifact he wanted Alden to take to Farshire, the ruined kingdom, and their he would find an alter, that could destroy the artifact.  He was about to say more, but another spasm over took him, and he broke his neck.  Alden looked in the traveler`s pack and found the artifact wrapped in cloth, just then a human wizard came over, bumped the dead man`s sleeve to reveal infected, greenish cuts that oozed a yellowish puss.  The wizard gasped, and said;

"I would like to see the end of this mystery, a wizard is always looking for more knowledge.  What is your name, night elf?" 

"Alden Quellunn, and this is my owl friend, Tuln, what`s your`s?"

"Edmand Olvarson."

"Hay, ho!  What`s this you speak of an adventure?  Normal life starting to bore me, oh yes, my name is Allrun Fulurnson, and I am a noble paladin!"

"I guess the three of us can go together then?"  Said Alden, and they did, starting on their long, dangerous journey to Farshire. 

Special ANN report.

"Reporting live from ANN (American National News) sponsored by The Kelly Davis Foundation 'Looking out for your welfare.'  And The Free People`s Union 'Through government comes freedom.'  And now the news; a psychic is on the loose .  I assure you, this rouge psychic shall be captured before he can do harm, and he shall be brought before the Supreme court for treason and violation against the Constitution.  The psychic is a teenager, about 16 or 17, wears dark clothes, brown shaggy hair and yellow eyes.  That`s it, but just remember if you see him go home and contact the authorities.  And now, to sports..."  

(The news reporter failed to mention that the psychic was powerful enough to cause a national threat, but what does government care if you die because of stray bullets or falling rubble?  And he didn`t mention that psychics are employed secretly by the government.)

It`s for your own good.

Jessie Clark was very happy, her husband, Frank, was coming home today.  She was cleaning the house, baking, trimming the hedges and some other house work.  But then she saw some people run by the window, then someone knocked on the door, it was one of her friends .

"Harold saw four military style hummers on the ridge outside of town, and they`re coming this way!"  Exclaimed her neighbor. 

This was odd, Jessie lived in a small Vermont town, but they were right,  in a few minutes the hummers, rather large ones, came to the town square.

"Please cooperate, this is for your safety, penalties will follow resistance."  Said a voice on the loud speaker.

Soldiers came and started rounding people up, and put them in the hummers, which had a holding cell in the back.  Some people did try to resist, so the "penalties" insured, then their bodies were put in houses.  So in a few minutes, the whole town was locked up in the hummers and driven off to the "sanctuary camps."       

Psions.org

Here is a list of the top five psychic organizations: Number one, Scions of Lucifer, situated in Los Angeles, focuses on controlling their enemies, or if that doesn't work, blasting them into oblivion.  The S.L. are goth, wear black clothing, chains, pale faces, live in an old renovated warehouse, and all that other gothic stuff.  The symbol of the S.L. is a black background, a blood red pentagram with a hand of glory in the center.  Number two, The Occult, main base in North Dakota, in an underground temple.  Occult members usually use matter-reformation techniques on their enemies, also they favor compacting them to the size of a golf ball.  Occultists are satan-worshipers and therefore is a big persecutor of the Church, but Occultists are easily recognized by their black cloak and other black clothing, oh yeah, and the Nazi Swastika in the center of a gray circle on their chests. 

That`s all for right now, the other three are coming soon to haunt you too.