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Date Posted: 15:44:49 04/11/02 Thu
Author: Roxanne
Subject: Yea!!
In reply to: Chaos 's message, "sure! lol" on 16:38:20 04/09/02 Tue

lol. I think I'll publish mine, if I can.
Here ya go. Some of the names are Quenya or Sindarin, from LoTR. I got them from the back of the Silmarillion of you want to look them up. If I'm gonna publish my story I have to change those, though. The names and their meanings are at the bottom. Oh yea, and I'm only giving the first two chapters out, you'll have to wait untill I'm finished to read the rest. ;P and parts of the story are indented at the paragraphs.

Khaza’s Quest
Part one of The Pegicorns of Fëador



Chapter 1


A white figure appeared on the horizon as Khaza stepped up to look over her empty land, Fëador; the only movement visible was the dark green foliage swaying in the afternoon breeze. It had been like this for nearly a year, since a great evil swept through and killed all the Pegicorns, including her mother, Reflection.
Khaza had returned from her travels to find Pegicorn carcasses scattered thinly about her territory. The grass was matted, riddled with valuable, silver Pegicorn blood, and the occasional black blood of the Morgwaiths, the evils.
The wind played gently with Khaza’s silken mane as she sighed and set out once again to search for life of her own kind. The land was beautiful, with lush green grass and both young and old trees. There were large orchards, purple and green with juicy grapes. The groves usually produced abundant amounts of plump oranges.
There were two great pools of water, one was called Alqua Aelin. The water was crystal clear, life was always visible. Colorful fish swam in schools in and out of the lake, using the Great River of No Name that was so long no mortal had ever walked the length of it. The water also came in from the mountains at the outskirts of her territory; the melting snow flowed down grooves in the mountain and most of them led to Alqua Aelin.
Pure white swans with sky blue eyes and yellow bills and feet came in Spring when the valley was green with fresh grass and golden leaves were blooming on the trees along with large silver roses. They also came in Autumn, when the valley was golden with the leaves from the trees that bloomed in Spring and the fruit was at it's best.
Khaza passed the Lake now, memories flowing back to her. She thought of when the land was thriving and you could barely walk without stumbling over mischievous young Pegicorns. She thought of the game her and her mother would play. They would swim to the deepest part of the Lake, the middle, and then shout “Go”. Thereafter they would both swim to the outer part of the lake, scattering swans and fish, and see who could encircle the Lake without touching the bottom, AND get back to the middle first.
She pulled herself back to what she was doing with a jerk, her ice blue oculars showing fear as she prepared herself for what was to come. Why she passed the next lake to search, even she does not know. It’s called Gurthnen, The Water of Death. It had been called that since long before Khaza and her mother’s time and no one presently knew why it was called that, except for what surrounded it.
There was an over whelming stench that filled her nostrils when she passed it, and the color was dusty light brown, filled with floating dead things that none had knowledge of. No vegetation surrounded it, no trees, no grass, not even a bush. It was just brown and flat, like a small desert in the middle of a rainforest. That is why Khaza does not know why she passes so closely.
Khaza snorted as she approached it and picked up her pace to a fast trot and quickly passed out of the Lake’s reach. She continued her walk, and not a single Pegicorn, or any other animal for that matter, was to be found. Just like every day she had searched, and many more days to come.
She sighed and jogged fluidly in the direction of her cave, as ominous clouds appeared in the sky, threatening rain. She passed Gurthnen again quickly, and then Alqua Aelin. She grabbed one of the plump fruits off of a blooming tree with her teeth and picked up her pace as the rain began to steadily fall, flattening her mane.
The rain was pelting by the time she got to her cave and she was soaked to the bone, and shivering. She dropped the fruit in a small dip in the cave floor she called a basket, along with two other fruits.
Khaza shook violently, hearing the water slap against the cave wall and floor. She sighed and watched the rain replenish her land, remembering when the all the Pegicorns could barely fit in the cave, and now she is here all alone, the back of the cave dark and cold. She sneezed mildly and it echoed off the dark walls of the cave. She heard a noise coming from the back of the cave and she turned and stared at the darkness with fear showing in her oculars, as always.
Khaza stepped forward to go check the back of the cave, like she always reluctantly did before she laid down to rest. She froze as she heard the sound of another hoof against the cave floor.


Chapter 2


Khaza stood, tense and frightened. Questions raced through her mind. What was it? Had the Morgwaiths come back to haunt her? She took two steps backwards, and froze again as she heard two more steps coming from the hind of the cave, and then stop.
She didn’t dare light up the cave. It was so dark the sudden light would blind her for a few seconds, but if it was a Morgwaith, it would attack then, for it would be impossible for her to summon a light so powerful and bright to blind one.
She backed up a few more steps after a few minutes of trying to distinguish a form in the dark. Abruptly she felt rain strike her hindquarters and, being so intent on the back of the cave, she started. She leapt forwards and then slid to a stop, coming face to face with a grown Pegasus, or what she thought was one. She didn’t take the time to notice the expression on the other one’s face and she jerked backwards and was out of the cave, racing faster then she ever has before.
She spread her long, white wings and tried to take flight in the rain but it came down too hard and she continued galloping, folding her wings back to her heaving sides. As she raced down the hillside, covered in a thick layer of grass, she slipped and fell. She slid down the hillside while lying but was quickly back on her feet and racing away from the cave.
She halted, slipping, and looked up at the cave from a distance. That was then when Khaza thought about what the Pegasus had looked like.
It was black, with a red scar, lighting shaped, down it’s dark forehead. It had red oculars and they looked as if flame was concealed within them, waiting to be released in the creature’s wrath. Khaza had barely caught sight of the creature’s hooves, but she could have sworn they had small spikes. The creature blended perfectly with the darkness of the cave so it must have been fully black, with the exception of the scar and the wings.
A dark lithe form appeared at the mouth of the cave and Khaza’s heart jumped up her throat and she coughed, finding it hard to breath. It was obviously a female, no male was so slender and lean, especially these days of hardship.
The earth rumbled as the clouds sent out loud thunder, sending shivers down Khaza’s spine. A blinding flash of red lightning striked the earth, startling Khaza, and the black form at the mouth of the cave was gone. Two seconds later it appeared directly in front of Khaza, but she was unable to move, her feet feeling hot-glued to the ground.
The creature before her was the same one that had mysteriously come from Khaza’s cave, but no longer was the red scar there. It was replaced with a crimson horn, nearly two feet long, wreathed in flame. Small electric bolts revolved around the horn, and there seemed to be some kind of red liquid swirling within it. The Pegicorn’s body was darker then night, with crimson wings folded neatly at her sides. The creature spoke in with a fair voice
‘Hello, Khaza of Fëador.’
A surprised look replaces the fear in Khaza’s eyes and she replies ‘Who are you and how do you know my name?’
‘Why, I am Aglar, Lady of the Dú, the Night. I know all, more then you thinks. You fear the Morgwaiths, but then again, who does not but themselves and the Gods? I have been sent to deliver this one and only message. Reflection is alive. She lives and breaths in a place you may never suspect. Now, It is your-‘
Khaza interrupts ‘My mother is still alive?! You have to tell me where!’
‘You are a curious youth, but you must learn to be calm, for what awaits you on the road ahead is going to require it. What I was going to say was, it’s up to you to journey on and seek her out, or stay here and see if she will come to you. I cannot say where she is, I’m sorry. I must go now, duty calls. I leave you with this thought, you must not wait for things to happen to you, sometimes you must happen to things. Farewell, Khaza of Fëador.’
The earth shook with thunder for a second time and the red lightning flashed once again. Algar disappeared with it, left with the words of Khaza ‘Wait! Come back! You can’t leave!’
Khaza stood helplessly in the pouring rain and sighed, feeling very discouraged. She realized how cold she was and sneezed again, sniffing. She walked back to her cave and shook very unenthusiastically. She flopped onto the dirty ground of the cave, and rolled mildly, grinding in the dirt into her once dazzling coat. Here eyes were mostly dull, and lifeless, but behind all of the negative things, a shimmer of hope was apparent.
She finally settled on the floor and debated with herself in her mind. “Maybe I should set off to find mother, but what if the quest ended in vain?” “But what if it didn’t and it turned out alright, and mother was back. Maybe a stallion or two would come and Fëador would swarm with life again as it once did.” “But maybe I’m just dreaming, setting to high standards for me, impossible goals. But maybe not.”
She closed her eyes and had trouble falling asleep, but finally she slipped into an uneasy rest. Dreams and nightmares haunted her that night, dreams of what would happen if her journey was a success, and nightmares of what would happen of it failed, and maybe she would die along side her mother. Or maybe she would die alone, helpless, and Fëador would be taken by the Morgwaiths, and along with it the rest of the mythical world.



Khaza came around the corner of the line of tall trees bearing rotten fruits and dense bushes bearing thorns half a foot long. There she was! Her mother, Reflection, locked up in a cage of silver, which burned Pegicorns if their flesh came in contact with it. Anger surged through Khaza as she charged forwards, screaming wildly. She planned to electrocute the cage, which in turn the silver was of no use. Suddenly pain coursed through her stomach as a black horn was driven through her. Her last sight was Roxanne being removed from the caged and killed by Morgwaiths
Khaza snapped awake to the sound of rain pelting on the ground outside the cave, sweating and breathing heavily. She looked around the dark cave and outside. The ground was flecked with moonlight finding it’s way around the heavy dark clouds pouring out their tears.
She noticed one of the larger trees, eldest of them all, was bathed completely in moonlight. The sight calmed the youth more then anything else she had seen that day, even Alqua Aeline didn’t match to the beauty and peacefulness of it. The trees out of reach of the light seemed almost inscrutable, a faded background on the beauty of the World.
Her thoughts wandered back to the image that had played through her mind. Just another nightmare..another nightmare. Questions rolled through her mind. When will they stop haunting her? Must she go on the quest to find her mother for them to stop? Khaza sighed and laid her small head back on the cool floor of the cave and closed her eyes, finding herself wandering back to the subject of what could happen to the journey, if it were taken. Finally she slipped back to her uneasy sleep, lulled by the drumming of the rain outside the cave.

Gurthnen= The Water of Death
Fëador= The Land of Spirit
Alqua Aelin= The Lake of the Swans
Aglar=Brilliance
Dú=Night
Morgwaiths= The Dark People

(I think that's it)

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