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Morjen ran down the streets of Marlina, allowing the wind to pick up her hair and skirt and throw them behind her. She was dressed as someone from the Seriotý kingdom, and the loose-fitting blue clothing was much better than the ones they wore back home, thick and scratchy. The marketplace whipped past her as she ran down another street, the noises of yelling at each other over prices and different offers becoming indistinct, lost among the whooshing of the air around her.

She turned yet another corner, the light turning into a brown and musty darkness as she entered the alley. Small motes of captured sunlight occasionally drifted across her vision, but they became fewer and smaller as she entered the depths of the village's black market.

The atmosphere here was different from the one back at the village square. Instead of shouting prices at one another, the people whispered about deliveries and silently slid away, obviously so much more still trapped behind their lips. And instead of business and enthusiasm, the faces here were lost in people's hands, with expressions of hollowness and boredom once they seperated. The language was different, too, one in which Morjen could freely converse without being teased for her accent.

"Morjen!" someone called from across the market. Morjen's ears prickled at the sound, a smile beggining to appear as her eyes watered. She once again began to run, chasing Jorai's voice. She bustled through the crowd of people, most of them refugees, and with a final push she found the bespectacled girl.

"Jorai, how are you!?" Morjen cried, trowing herself onto Jorai. She was smiling crazily, trying to express all her feelings for her best friend in a single hug.

"Be quiet," she said with a commanding voice, but soon both were laughing again, conversing and throwing at each other the past few years. They talked into the night, until the crickets began to buzz around them, and then they chased each other around the marketplace. In the nighttime, is was busier than during the day, merrier. But they chased each other too far, perhaps, or maybe time just stopped, and suddenly the wind was ice cold, chewing into their bones with an intense precision. The darkness was no longer a simple fact, but rather an overwhelming and suffocating presence, as tangible as Morjen herself.

"Oh, I wonder what this is!" she said out loud, thinking that perhaps the enthusiastic and curious sentence would break the eerieness. Instead, it only augmented it, since the silence that returned, the lack of an echo, even the sudden cold now seemed terribly otherworldly, somewhere she shouldn't be.

"Hello," the voice was emotionless, precise, each vowel clipped. Morjen reached for Jorai, but instead found nothing. "I have a mission for you"

Morjen was tired of missions. She was tired of standing on a podium and yelling at the crowd, the crowd that somehow listened, and she was tired of everyone discussing politics, countries, when all that mattered was the sky and the grass melting together on the far-off horizon that turned orange, then red, then a melancholic purple.

"Listen," the voice said, and in her mind Morjen could feel her presence, large and cold and tragic. "The book of stories is unravelling, and with it the universes it holds. You are a part of those," she stopped, and some short gasps came from her direction, along with the sound of vomit. "And you need to prevent it from happening,"

Morjen smiled. It would be interesting, to save the universe, wouldn't it? But she was already saving too many things.

"And I can help you," the voice screeched, becoming faint. "I must go," it croaked, and slowly the presence dissapeared. However, in Morjen's hand she felt her fingers gripping a long, slender, metal rod. She held on to the tangibility of it, to the coldness against her fingertips, before she felt her body begin to be sucked away, kicked up by the wind and deposited somewhere else.
Stupid end is stupid hurrhurr. And also abrupt.

I promise I tried my best with this one! I really did!

Also, here's the character description:
Physical description: Morjen is a lithe, spindly girl that many have said looks almost like a faerie. She has large grey eyes that usually look worried or distressed, even when smiling broadly. And she smiles often, with a giggly laugh that's barely audible. Her hair is long and with an odd light brown/dirty blonde colour, and she has a few freckles sprinkled across her cheeks. She is fourteen years old, but looks and acts much younger, although she is often wearing armour.

History: Morjen used to be a well-off aristocrat in the Khalar kingdom, but after it was raided and destroyed by the combined forces of four different empires, she lives as a refugee in the neighbouring village of Marlina. There, she enjoys a peaceful life, unaware of what has happened to her former country. Since her family used to hold much power in Khalar, she is often used as a figurehead to incite the people to fight against various enemies.

Personality: Morjen is a very carefree person, caring little for good or bad. She does whatever she desires most of the time, and entered the book not to fulfil the task given to her by Lady Ink, but rather just to explore the different worlds. Has a tendency to skirt responsibility, and relies on authority to give her a sense of security. When they fall short, she simply moves to a new role model to protect her. Also very shy around people she doesn't know, but energetic.

Chosen by: Lady Ink

Gift: Construct of a branch. Since her childhood games often consisted of making different noises by hitting objects with a stick, she can create any sound she imagines with her construct.
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TakoLukaLuv Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2011
KLSDFKHK
SUCH BOOTIFUL ART
why don't you draw more often ;W;
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Red-banner Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2011
This is old! Don't even!

I draw a lot but it sucks too much to be on dA.
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TakoLukaLuv Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2011
ASJKFHDSFJKL BAHHHHH
wat nonsense


everything you draw deserves to be in dA
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Red-banner Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2011
You only say that cause you've only seen my good pieces.
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TakoLukaLuv Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2011
shut up, all your pieces are good ;o; /is jealous
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JaiLatte Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
To be honest... I absolutely LOVE this! This is set in one of your conworlds/conworld? You've accomplished what I've always wanted to do!

The only thing I found was this phrase "slight vomiting". I'm not sure how someone would only slightly vomit. Would a word meaning a "quiet" vomit worked better instead? Not the word quiet per say, but you know. :3

Love the picture too. :3
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Red-banner Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2011
Oh, dearrr, this is old as heck XD. How come people always find this one?

No, it's set in a roleplay I used to like. I do have a few stories in Malbja (my con-country), but one of them is accidentally deleted from my hard-drive and the other one lacks anything resembling good plot and characterisation.

Yes, that is a bit awkward-sounding, I think you're on the right track with your suggestions, thanks for the help!
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JaiLatte Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
It has a pretty picture to go with it methinks. :D

Awwww.... man, that's awful! Well, I'm sure you'll be able to create something even bigger and better!

You're welcome!
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Red-banner Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2011
Maybe. :paranoid:

Yeah, I'm thinking of doing it for the next NaNoWriMo! Or something.
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JaiLatte Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Doooooo it! :D
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