Nessa of Pindaric

"Mom, I really don’t want us to go on this ocean trip," said Nessa.

Nessa was 13 years old. She had long brown hair that she usually wore in a braid, and she had large Grey eyes. She was abnormally tall for her age.

"Nessa, we have been planning this trip for a year and nothing you say will change your dad and my mind. Everything will be fine, so just relax," said her mom.

Nessa's parents were millionaires and they had bought a yacht for a long family trip. As the days grew closer to the trip, Nessa, grew more and more tense and unsure about the trip, she even had nightmares about it, but her mom was right: she did need to relax.

So 3 hours later she was with her parents in the yacht, heading out to open sea.


They had been out 5 days, when a storm hit, huge waves crashed and some looked like they would swallow Nessa and her parents up, thunder roared, lightning flashed, and clouds rolled. Everything was dark and try as she might to block out the noise the roaring would not be quieted. The yacht was throne far off course. When the storm ended, and Nessa, looked around she found she was alone. "Mom? Dad? Is any one there?" her voice sounded empty and was swallowed by the enormous expanse of ocean around her.

Nessa lost track of how long she floated in the strange ocean currents, the sky stretching on and on seemingly with no end. Days, weeks maybe, it was all a void of misery. Her mom and dad were gone, she was alone. Nessa thought about her life, she thought about her older brother Benjamin who was away at school (the trip was just for Nessa and her parents) what would he think when he herd what had happened? Would he come looking for her? Maybe he would stay with her aunt or grandparents, she thought of her home what would happen to it? These thoughts brought tears to her eyes.

One day Nessa saw something solid and dark, could it be? Land! Yes land, Nessa could hardly believe her eyes, but at the moment it was to far to swim to, so Nessa, would have to wait. She waited 5 hours, but when she was finally able to swim to shore she did it without as second thought (well, she did pack food first).

When she got to shore, she got a look at her surroundings; the island was a thickly forested place, like a forest you would see in the time of the dinosaurs, the trees were huge beyond compare, and there where large rivers coming out of it. Nessa was intimidated by its size, but she convinced herself to go in, and when she did the trees were even bigger then she had thought, and she got lost immediately. The branches of the trees were so close together that it was like twilight underneath them, and Nessa kept nearly bumping into trees, then she saw a light ahead of her, she ran towards it, tripping over a root as she went, the light came from small meadow, it was the first small thing she had seen, Nessa blinked in the sunlight and looked around. The sun was starting to set and Nessa, realized that she was going to need shelter for the night. Sadly, Nessa did not know any thing about making shelter or fire, and so what she chose for the night was a tree.

Nessa woke in the middle of the night to strange sound, it was like every predator in the world was roaring, from dinosaurs and saber tooth cats on down to lions and bears, but instead of being afraid she was entranced, and it made her wonder what sort of creatures lived here.

Pindaric, 12 years old

Time

The hands on the clock slowly march along,
the summer harvests come to feast upon,
the children continue to sing their song,
across the sea war rages on.

The mountain forests will always change,
a man will learn to live in a cage,
a child must work to cope with age.
Time will make the mountains fall,
time will make an eagle call,
and time can forge the greatest wall.

Luthlian

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5
In which court is at hand

Bang! “Order, please, gentlemen. Order in the court! Now. Would someone please inform me what this is all about?” Trip stood up instantly, with a flash in his eye.
“Your Honor, the Smith fortune rightfully belongs to me. My uncle is Charles Smith. I am his only living descendant!”
“Fine. I see your point. Would Terrance Williams please stand?” Terry slowly rose. He remained firm and calm.
“I was at Master Charles side, sir, whens he died. He was mine master. He talks ta me, and he han’ed me ‘dis, yo’ Honor.” Terry walked up to the front desk. The judge looked more interested than ever. Terry handed, with a strong hand, the same crinkled paper that he had showed James about a month ago. The judge gently took it. James could sense, gratefully, that the judge was on his friend’s side.
Please return tomorrow morning for the rest of this court session.
* * *
Terry woke up in better spirits than he had for the whole week. He dressed quickly, and they were in the courthouse in no time.
“Have decided who shall inherit the Smith fortune. Please, all sit down. My answer is -”
“Wait, your Honor, may I see the paper, with evidence?” Trip said, almost hopelessly. The paper was handed to him. Suddenly, Trip burst out of his chair.
“Your Honor! How do we know that this paper is written by Charles Smith! We have no real evidence!”
“But, we do sir. That is why I dismissed early. I have sent officers to search his home for another of his signatures, for, if you look closely at the bottom, there is a signature. We have found a letter, more than one actually, and all the signatures are almost exactly alike. Trip Wallace, I have already made my decision.” He paused.
“The Smith Fortune belongs to James Truman, since Francis Truman has died of Scarlett Fever." Then he said softly,
"Congratulations, James.” He said with a slight twinkle in his eye. Trip stormed out of the room, his teeth gritted and his face red.

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4
In which their journey starts.

The week of Francis Truman’s death passed slowly and silently. By the end, James felt that Terry was beginning to get uncomfortable. He would too, if he were only a few steps from freedom for the first time.
“Mother?”
“Yes, James, dear?”
“I wonder if Terry, well, is not feeling to well here. I’m sure he appreciates your care, but.-” His mother cut him off.
“Yes, dear, I know it. He needs his freedom. I have thought about it already. Do… would you like at all to go with him?” Should he answer honestly? Or should he stay with his mother?
“Yes, mother. But what about you? I can’t just leave you here all alone.”
“Aunt Carroll would like some company on the mountains while her John is away. I should like to go see her.”
“But… mother?”
“Hm?”
“I shall miss you.” Like a child, James clung hopelessly to his mother.
“I shall miss you, too dear. I love you.”

* * *

As James waved goodbye to his little Mother, the horses trotted on.
“Well, well, we’re on ou’ way! Dese a’ some mighty fine hosses ya gots here.” James looked over at the two obedient, faithful mares and smiled.
“This is Grace, and the Lighter one is Faith. They have been great horses for us.” He patted Grace’s back. Terry looked around.
“Let’s see here. It tooks me fo’ weeks ta gets here, hitchin’ rides and such, and so it shod tooks us ‘bout three ta gets back.”
Quickly did the first week pass, but it was not so for the second and third. The third just seemed to drag on in endless hours. Travelling made them both tiresome and unhappy. On the fourth day of the third week, James and Terry stepped out of their little tents.
“Mornin’ James.”
“G’morning, Terry.” But, in both of their minds, the morning was not at all good. A chilly breeze hung in the air. Fall was coming. The day went on as usual and unexciting, until evening came.
“James, listen. Whoa, girls.” The horses’ hooves stopped in front of them, but in the distance, violent gallop echoed off the mountain walls.
“Hi-jackers!” Terry whispered. He jumped off the small cart. A black coach stopped in front of him. On the side, a symbol of the Southern Pirates was painted in red. The Southern Pirates Gang was known for leaving it’s mark in various crimes in a network of people. Right now, the last thing they needed was for The Southern Pirates to show up.
“What ‘dya want!” A masked man stepped out and stopped. Slowly, he untied the bandana from his mouth and nose. A dirty, unshaven face was revealed, and yellow, ugly teeth in his grin. Most unmistakably, there was a long mark on the side of his face. A nasty scar, but this man wore it with pride.
“Now, ye ain’t so smart, is you?” He hissed, stepping forward. Terry still towered over the man, with a flash in his eye.
“You knows why I come here, do ye not? I am Charles’s nephew. You are his slave. There ain’t no way you can take that away from me, you black man!” Terry did not budge. He did not anger. Instead, he said in a deep voice,
“’Cept you knows I can whoop you, Trip Wallace.” Trip laughed, and pulled out a pistol. Terry moved like anger. The pistol fell to the ground, and then bent in Terry’s own, firm hands. Trip glanced at the pistol, then at Terry.
“Boys, beat ‘em.” Two strong-looking men stepped out of the carriage. Their hands pulled back like catapults. Up came Terry’s rocks of fist. James walked in awe. The muscles on Terry’s arms were iron.
“Mercy, man,” they cried “Mercy please!” Terry stepped back with a glare on his face.
“Cryin’ for mercy likes a little girl. Humph! We wills handle ‘dis in co’t.” Silently, Terrance crept back into the cart. James dared not say a word. Thenceforth, that was the rest of the journey. Without a word.

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