Assalam Alaykum I am going to try writing a story and would like to share it with others. I still have not thought of a proper title (I just came up with this title for the forum post lol) but i know as i go one will come to me. Enjoy and please give me critism of any kind it would help greatly.
The only thing im going to tell you about this story is that it is about 2 twin sisters (Thera and Layla) who were seperated at birth and then reunited after many years to solve a problem in Marakshan.
Chapter One
Part One
Birds that wore feathers of the rainbow sat and relaxed in blooming trees while they sang to one another in their mysterious language. From their aerial view one could see the dew that glistened on the many blades of grass as the sun beamed down upon them, creating somewhat of an enchanting and mesmerizing glow.
One could also see down below on the ground squirrels jittering about collecting seeds and acorns to store later as treats while cautiously remaining at a safe distance from the quick and chattering figures of the tall creatures that visited and cared for the garden.
This particular creature was as enchanting as the garden itself. It was slender and had a mass of long shiny black hair that flowed down its back into curls. Its skin was like the tone of the bark that covered the many trees of the garden and it had round eyes whose color was a reflection of the blue sky. The creature moved fast but with grace as it tilted its head back and closed its eyes enjoying the scent of the garden as it walked.
Inhaling deeply and filling her nostrils with the sweet floral scent of roses, Thera made her way quickly past the fountain that was located in her family’s garden. Each year her mother ordered hundreds of roses in various colors to be planted and later picked for celebrations and festivals that were held at her home. Making her way to the yellow rose bushes she spotted her pal.
“Is the coast clear Jose?” she asked the old gardener. “Yes, quickly now before someone sees,” he murmured back in his thick Spanish accent. “Here is your cloak and remember to be safe.”
“Aren’t I always,” Thera chuckled as she grabbed the cloak and dropped to her knees to remove a stone in the wall. “I will be back before dinner as always,” she whispered as she easily slipped through the gap. “If anyone asks-“
“Yes, I know” interrupted Jose, “you are meditating in the gazebo and do not wish to be disturbed.” Thera smiled back at him through the gap on the other side “Now go!!” he warned sliding the stone back in the gap. She was lucky to have a friend like Jose who understood that she was a teenager who desired adventure and thrill in her life. Unlike the many others who thought her place was inside learning more about the kingdom and its history from books. How was she to learn more about the place in which she lived if she was never really allowed out to explore it and to talk to its inhabitants? It was simply impossible to get a sense of the world around her from words written by some scholar who was most likely dead now and who lived in the Old Age when he wrote those dreadful books.
“Daara gatan,” Thera ordered in the ancient tongue, causing the stone to seal back into place as if it had never been removed. “There,” she said standing up to slip on the cloak and place the hood upon her head, “now finally time for a break from this prison.” She joked as she skipped into the woods and followed the path she had taken so many times before to the main roads and marketplaces of Marakshan. All the while humming to herself and fiddling with the oddly shaped charm that she wore on a gold chain around her neck.
Glossary
"Daaran gatan" - "Stone close"
The only thing im going to tell you about this story is that it is about 2 twin sisters (Thera and Layla) who were seperated at birth and then reunited after many years to solve a problem in Marakshan.
Chapter One
Part One
Birds that wore feathers of the rainbow sat and relaxed in blooming trees while they sang to one another in their mysterious language. From their aerial view one could see the dew that glistened on the many blades of grass as the sun beamed down upon them, creating somewhat of an enchanting and mesmerizing glow.
One could also see down below on the ground squirrels jittering about collecting seeds and acorns to store later as treats while cautiously remaining at a safe distance from the quick and chattering figures of the tall creatures that visited and cared for the garden.
This particular creature was as enchanting as the garden itself. It was slender and had a mass of long shiny black hair that flowed down its back into curls. Its skin was like the tone of the bark that covered the many trees of the garden and it had round eyes whose color was a reflection of the blue sky. The creature moved fast but with grace as it tilted its head back and closed its eyes enjoying the scent of the garden as it walked.
Inhaling deeply and filling her nostrils with the sweet floral scent of roses, Thera made her way quickly past the fountain that was located in her family’s garden. Each year her mother ordered hundreds of roses in various colors to be planted and later picked for celebrations and festivals that were held at her home. Making her way to the yellow rose bushes she spotted her pal.
“Is the coast clear Jose?” she asked the old gardener. “Yes, quickly now before someone sees,” he murmured back in his thick Spanish accent. “Here is your cloak and remember to be safe.”
“Aren’t I always,” Thera chuckled as she grabbed the cloak and dropped to her knees to remove a stone in the wall. “I will be back before dinner as always,” she whispered as she easily slipped through the gap. “If anyone asks-“
“Yes, I know” interrupted Jose, “you are meditating in the gazebo and do not wish to be disturbed.” Thera smiled back at him through the gap on the other side “Now go!!” he warned sliding the stone back in the gap. She was lucky to have a friend like Jose who understood that she was a teenager who desired adventure and thrill in her life. Unlike the many others who thought her place was inside learning more about the kingdom and its history from books. How was she to learn more about the place in which she lived if she was never really allowed out to explore it and to talk to its inhabitants? It was simply impossible to get a sense of the world around her from words written by some scholar who was most likely dead now and who lived in the Old Age when he wrote those dreadful books.
“Daara gatan,” Thera ordered in the ancient tongue, causing the stone to seal back into place as if it had never been removed. “There,” she said standing up to slip on the cloak and place the hood upon her head, “now finally time for a break from this prison.” She joked as she skipped into the woods and followed the path she had taken so many times before to the main roads and marketplaces of Marakshan. All the while humming to herself and fiddling with the oddly shaped charm that she wore on a gold chain around her neck.
Glossary
"Daaran gatan" - "Stone close"