[Edited by hatchet_warrior, 4/3/2010 9:24:19 PM]
"No." she whispered.
Another Story Teller was dead.
Now it would be harder to narrate the saving of the world with so few.
And she was even more alone than before.
A minute passed as she took in Noble's life story.
Half an hour later, she stood beside his grave, carving in his name in a large stone.
Now she had two jobs, save the world by finding other Story Teller's and to avenge Noble.
"Hatchet, be warned." she whispered as it started to rain.
With enough Story Tellers, there would be enough to power between them to narrate the saving of this world.
She could only hope that there were enough Story Tellers.
"Very well then, I need to find the other Story Tellers. And time is running low, I will need help." she whispered.
She sighed, "And don't get on my nerves, you've already killed my friend, it'll only take a nudge to push me over the edge."
She shook hands with Hatchet.
"Now, keep up! If you can." she jumped backwards... right off the cliff, wings bursting from her back to slow her descent. Landing safely, she looked up. "Well?"
"Right, I suggest you look for anyone who is a special messenger or delivers very important stuff. People who carry out odd missons for others in return for with a favour or knowledge. If they wear a stone like this," she threw a smooth round black stone up to Hatchet, "either around their neck or wrist, they're a Story Teller."
She tapped her own stone, on a piece of string around her neck.
"Tell them to go to Stonehenge, and remember, time is limited!" she added fiercely, before shape shifting into an owl and flying off to the night.
There was little time left. Help would be needed, the search must be sped up.
"And the Story Teller narrated that trustworthy help would meet her when she landed." she said in mid-flight.
[Edited by Degari, 4/5/2010 12:02:39 AM]
Rise_against walked slowly through the streets, trying to be unnoticeable. His Story Teller was hidden under his jacket comfortably.
He noticed a suspicious looking person, he seemed to be searcing for someone. Rise slid his hood over his head and trailed him. He narrated the person into a nearby alley.
"Hands up." Rise said, pointing a golden Dragons Fang with a laser sight at him.
The stranger complied.
"What are you doing here?"
[Edited by Rise_Against, 4/5/2010 10:04:05 AM]