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  1. A young man named Devokan, D'ni for "hope", travelled to D'ni during it's first mellenium; he was 1/4 D'ni, and 3/4 human. He wrote the age of Choorahl, which was his first, written under the tutelage of his uncle Gartenar in a small desert village near Tomahna. It was known in D'ni history that during their first century of settling in the great cavern, a group of D'ni left their home during the excavation of the ventilation shafts around 84 DE, and that they were never heard from again. These D'ni were Devokan's ancestors. They settled on the Earth's surface above the great cavern - which was a vast and arid, rocky desert - were they met a tribe of nomadic shepherders; a branch of prehistoric Semetic tribes who dwelled in the Middle East. These nomads, who later called themselves the Amad, welcomed the D'ni settlers with open arms. The two groups of peoples became as one, and for another century or so they lived together, following the movements of their livestock across the land. The Amad/D'ni tribe eventually settled in a remote region near the mountains, and built a small village along the shores of a cool, rushing river in a deep, fertile valley. Their homes were comfortably-sized, low-ceilinged structures, made of sun-dried mud bricks - or adobe - strengthened with a clay and dry-grass mixture. A coat of white-washed clay was then applied to the outer surface, smoothening the walls and adding support to the structure. Some of their homes were even built onto the surrounding cliffside, using thick timbers along the base of the structure and long timber poles wedged deep into the rock to support it's mass. During the first few years of their union as a single tribe, the D'ni taught the Amad many things, including math, science, philosophy, and other aspects of their culture - the Amad did the same, teaching the D'ni the basics of living off the land, caring for the environment in which they lived, and living a humble, yet satisfying lives through love, work and family. Coincidently, the Amad already had similar religious beliefs as the D'ni, believing in a supreme being who created all. They called him "YHWH" - the D'ni knew their own god as Yahvo. Around 1200 DE, or approximately 6800 BCE surface time, Devokan was born. Before his sixteenth birthday, he finished writing Choorahl, and then settled there, staying for nearly three months. He then travelled to D'ni via a linking book his uncle had given him. There he met Ta'Kaira - a young and beautiful D'ni woman of about the same age - and the two of them linked to Choorahl together to escape being captured or killed by the Maintainers', as to them Devokan posed a threat, being an ahrotahn ("outworlder" or outsider in D'ni). The Maintainers' Guild Master at the time - Kahlos - ordered the linking book the two used to flee with to be disposed of, hoping that the two would return without any way of escape so that he may capture them and execute them. Kahlos was a very proud D'ni man, full of hatred towards any outsiders or liberal groups, believing his people - the D'ni - and their traditions were to remain unchanged, and that they were a supreme race to be respected above all others. Ta'Kaira and Devokan returned to D'ni a few months later to inform her family that she was alive and well, and that the two would be married; however, they were captured by the Maintainers before they could return to Choorahl, and were brought before Guild Master Kahlos. It was then that Aidehnmahn - a Guild Member - stood against his Guild Master, pleading to let the two of them go, but Kahlos' decision would not be turned. In the end Aidehnmahn sacrificed himself to save the two youths, killing Kahlos in the process. Devokan and Ta'Kaira fled D'ni, making sure that their linking book would never be found again by allowing the book to fall into the deep, orange-glowing lake after they linked away. Neither the the Amad or surface-dwelling D'ni were mentioned thereafter until about fourteen years after the Fall, nearly nine-thousand years later, when Gehn married an Amad woman named Leira (Keta), bearing a child with her; that child was Atrus. ********************************************************************* Note: Most of this information contradicts the information found in my story, "Hope: The Story of Devokan". Please realize that my initial story was just a fanciful conjuration of my own thoughts, and did not follow the canon; this information, however, is closer to an actual truth, or atleast a well-formed speculation of my own, fitting into the canon and making much more sense. Hopefully you've all enjoyed reading my stories as much as I have writing them.
  2. Creatures of the Fifth Age There was once a huge variety of creatures native to the Fifth Age of Gehn (known to its inhabitants as Riven). The known species of these will be discussed here. Note that before the Stranger arrived on Riven, the majority of these creatures were exterminated or died out due to either over hunting, the destruction of their habitats, or both. Pictographs of these creatures can be found in the Stone Room on Riven, where the Tay linking book can be found, and in the Riven: the Sequel to Myst installation booklet. Note: Those creatures with
  3. My new story, called Book One: The Island, is my newest myst fanfic. It doesn't follow the D'ni canon or historical timeline, but its backstory - history - does. I want some constructive critisizim on this one, and I want to know what you think of it . To find it, click here Hope to hear from you soon, nAgasen #
  4. Chapter Three I materialized in the centre of the polished oak floor of the Myst Island library. It was just as I left it: warm and cozy. The fire had died out, but the room had stayed warm. I walked out to the cabin, putting the linking book back in and locking its door. I shut off the generator, and closed the door on my way out. I returned to the library, closing the great doors (as I had left them open when I left to go to the cabin a moment ago). I walked towards the bookshelves, and opened the corridor. I rode the elevator down to the lower living quarters, and headed for Atrus’ old room. I went in, and I went right for the bed to lie down on its warm, cozy comforter and fell asleep. * * * * * * The next morning, I remembered that I still had the Koruna linking book with me in my pack. I went upstairs and outside to the cabin. I opened the vault and placed the book in their along with the Tomahna linking book. Then, on a whim, I opened the book to its descriptive panel and linked away. When I came to, I was standing on a pebbled-stone platform surrounded by green field. Not far from me were copses of trees, and row upon row of fruit trees. The smell of their sweetness wafted on the gentle breeze to me, and my mouth watered. I stepped off the platform and strode down a small dusty path of dirt to my left. It led between a row of fruit trees. Their branches weren’t high, and they sagged down nearly to the ground. It was easy to pluck the fruits. Then a thought came to mind: how am I supposed to carry all the food out of here and back to Myst? And I forgot one important thing: a linking book back home! “Now I’ve gone and done it! Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!!†I had to think fast. Maybe Atrus left a Tomahna book here. I got here through a linking book, which means that he must have been here at least once before. I had to find out. So, I began to search the island top to bottom. After nearly two hours of frantic searching, I found it in a small wooden cabin (it reminded me of the one back on Myst). I sighed with relief, and nearly cried. “Oh thank the Maker. Thank you, oh thank you!†I hurriedly opened the Tomahna linking book to its descriptive panel, and thankfully placed my hand on it, feeling the rushing, lurching feeling as I was engulfed by the pages. * * * * * * “Oh my! What are you doing back so soon?†“I had a kind of accident,†I said. Catherine was staring at me flabbergasted and confused, as I had appeared almost on top of her. We were standing in the greenhouse; it was almost midday, and Catherine was busy watering her plants until I showed up. “What kind of ‘accident’?†she questioned me, a worried sound to her voice. “I…umm…forgot to bring a Myst linking book when I went to Koruna.†She stared at me, her jaw dropping. She tried to say something, but it came out as only gasps and incomprehensive sounds. Finally, after the initial shock faded, she was able to speak. “You forgot to bring a linking book?†she said, her tone rising slightly. “How could you have been so careless?! You could have been trapped for ever!†She sounded like an angry mother punishing a child. “I know, but-“ “No buts! How do you think we’d feel when we realize that you could have been gone forever?! We wouldn’t have known which blasted age you got yourself stuck on! How would Yeesha feel?!†That one got me right in the heart. I forgot about that. How would Yeesha feel; how would I feel? I’d feel horrible – like my heart was torn in two. I’d feel worse than death itself. I started to feel ashamed. “I’m sorry,†I said. “I won’t do it again.†At this, Catherine seemed to relax. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. It’s just the thought of losing you seemed so…so…hard.†I walked over to her, and gave her a warm embrace. “Don’t worry about it, Cat. I forgive you.†She smiled. “Well, now that you’re here, perhaps you can go and see Yeesha. Even though it’s been only one night since you left, I think she missed you.†I knew that must be true. Yeesha and I loved each other, and I knew she missed me – I actually missed her, when I came to think of it. “Yeah, I think I’ll go see her. Where is she?†“She’s in her room, I think, lying down.†“Alright. I’ll see you later Catherine.†“Ok. Hey, do you want to stay for lunch? We wouldn’t mind the company.†“Umm, I’ll think about it. Maybe I will stay for a while.†With that, I left the greenhouse and headed to Yeesha’s room. It was beautiful outside that day. The sky was an inviting, bright blue, and the pool below reflected that. Gray birds with black markings around their eyes and long red feathers on their heads flew everywhere, singing as they went along their busy day. Yeesha’s room was across the pool, on the opposite side from Catherine and Atrus’ study and the greenhouse. I walked inside and found Yeesha in her bed, resting. Her lustrous light brown hair was down, and strands of it crossed her face. I sat at the edge of her bed, looking at her in wonder. Her chest was moving faintly up and down as she breathed softly in her sleep. She was so beautiful, and looked so peaceful, that I didn’t want to wake her. I was about to get up and leave the room when she opened her eyes and stared up into mine. Her eyes were such a marvelous, compelling green. “Hey you,†she said, a smile on her face. “When did you get here?†“Only a few minutes ago,†I replied. “Ah,†she said. She got up, and sat down beside me. Like before, she drew close, and I did as well, and we kissed. It was a long kiss, and before long she was breathing heavily. I was too. I moved my mouth away from hers and traced her jaw, and kissed her neck. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open. Then, there was a noise from the door. We stopped, and turned our eyes towards the door. And there stood Catherine, her hands on her hips, her arms bent, and a look of utter surprise on her face. At that moment, I felt really awkward. And I could sense that Yeesha felt the same. Catherine didn’t say a thing; she just stood there, open-mouthed, gaping at us. I wish she would say something, anything, but she didn’t. Finally, I broke the ice. “Well, umm Yeesha. Do you want to go for a walk?†I said, trying to sound like nothing had happened. Yeesha understood what I was trying to do, and went along with it. “Sure, I’d love too.†We got up from her bed, and walked towards the door, stepping past Catherine who stood there still, dumbstruck. Yeesha and I quickened our pace when we left her room, and after a few moments we were running. We ran to the place were we sat the night before. As we sat there, along the shore, we laughed. It was weird, but that’s all we could do. We laughed together, her hand in mine, at what had just occurred. It was hot and humid out, and after running all that way to get here, we were beat. So, we went for a swim, me and her. Soon, while we swam in the refreshing cool river, the moment that we felt while in her room came over us again, and we kissed and fondled each other for what seemed like forever. In the end, we were soaked, and we felt better than ever. We got out of the water, and laid on the shore side-by-side, letting the sun warm us. “I love you, Yeesha.†“I love you too.†We were relatively dry now, so we put our clothes back on. The sky was getting darker; in the west, the sky was shades of gold, red, and purple. “Look!†she said. “It’s so beautiful.†“It is,†I said, holding her closer at my side. She rested her head on my shoulder, and the two of us gazed up at the sun as it set. When it disappeared beneath the horizon and out of sight, we made our way back home. Catherine was in the kitchen, cooking, and she seemed not to notice us when we stepped in. Atrus was seated at the table, reading from a small book – probably one of his journals. Yeesha sat down next to her father, and I next to her. In a few minutes, Catherine came over to the table, carrying two plates. She put one in front of Atrus, and the other where she would be sitting. She went back and came over with two other plates, and put one in front of Yeesha and the other in front of me. No words came from her mouth. Atrus stopped reading and looked over at his wife, who sat beside him. He could tell something was amiss. “Catherine, what’s the matter?†Atrus asked, his face looking puzzled. She sat there, unmoving, but opened her mouth to speak. “Ask them,†she said, pointing at Yeesha and I. “They should be able to tell you.†“What do you mean?†he said. “What have they done?†“I saw them together, kissing each other. Atrus, they’re in love!†Atrus’ face was surprised, but then he laughed. “And that’s what made you seem so uptight all day? Catherine, oh Catherine, there’s nothing wrong with them being in love!†Yeesha and I turned to one another, a look of surprise on our faces. Of all people, we thought Atrus would be the one to be angry or upset, not glad. Yeesha was his “desert bird†– his only daughter. But there he was, laughing, and happy for us. Atrus looked at us, and smiled. “Oh Yeesha, why did you not tell me? Why didn’t you tell me, my old friend? Did you think I would be upset?†“Well…yes. I’m sorry Atrus, I am sorry,†I said. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. You did nothing wrong, my friend,†he said. Catherine seemed to blush. I think she was embarrassed, the way she had acted. Who wouldn’t be? But I did feel some pity for her. She was losing her daughter, and it was a mothers’ nature to worry or be upset. We finished supper, and we talked through the night until midnight. “Well, I guess I should be going,†I said, as I got up from the table. “I’ll see you all soon.†Yeesha got up. “I want to come with you. To Myst.†I was surprised. “Really? I wouldn’t mind.†“Father, can I go to Myst? I will only be gone a few days at least.†“No you cannot –“Catherine started, but Atrus intervened. “Whatever makes you happy, my desert bird.†“Oh thank you, father. Thank you!†she said, hugging her father. Together, Yeesha and I said our goodbyes to Atrus and Catherine, and we walked to Atrus’ study. There I grabbed the Myst linking book from off of one of the shelves, and opened the pages to the panel. Yeesha linked through first, and I followed after her.
  5. Chapter Two “My old friend,†Atrus said as he raised his head from his mountain of work. “How have you been?" “I’ve been faring pretty well so far.†“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you tonight,†laughed Atrus. “Would you care for some supper? Catherine just made some. I believe its soup and roast tonight.†“Sure, Atrus, I’d love some. That’s actually part of the reason why I came: my supplies are running low. There’s not a thing left to eat back on Myst.†“Ah,†said Atrus. “I think this might fix that.†He got up from his desk, and crossed his study towards a pile of books which lay in the corner. He rummaged through the pile, searching for one in particular. Finally, he cried out excitedly, “Here it is!†He turned back towards me, and handed me a small, dark-blue, leather bound book rimmed with gold. “This, my friend, is a linking book to an age I had worked on not so long ago.†He opened its cover to the panel, and I caught a good glimpse of an island with green fields, orchards, copses of trees, and a lake in its centre. “It’s called Koruna. It’s a granary age.†I smiled. “Thanks, Atrus. I really needed this.†“No problem, my friend. I actually meant to give it to you.†In the distance, we heard a ringing sound, and Catherine called out. “Well, supper is ready,†Atrus said. “Shall we go? Catherine and Yeesha hate it when I keep them waiting.†The two of us laughed at that, and walked together to the kitchen, talking about recent events to one another. * * * * * * Atrus and I stepped into the kitchen, and Yeesha looked over at us. “Oh, you’re here! I missed you so much.†She ran towards me, and gave me a warm embrace. “It’s nice to see you too, Yeesha.†I said, patting her on her back. She was much older now – nearly a young woman. And she was very pretty. As the three of us crossed the kitchen to sit at the small table, Catherine - who was on the other side of the kitchen, behind the central fireplace –walked over to where we were seated. “Hello. When did you get here?†she questioned, a smile on her face. “I haven’t seen you in almost a month!†Then she, too, gave me an embrace. “It’s nice to see you too, Catherine.†I said. She let go of me, and smiled. “Well, take a seat. Supper is about to be served.†Catherine walked over to where she was only a few minutes ago. She returned, carrying two plates – one in each hand. “Yeesha, dear, can you go and fetch the other plates?†“Yes, mum.†She got up, and fetched the tow other plates. It was strange, I thought to myself. It was like they were expecting me here, even though Atrus had said otherwise. But that thought left me quickly as I began to feed that delicious, warm soup into my body. The roast was just as good, and the tea and biscuits were scrumptious. It was so good, that when I finished cleaning up my plate, I kept asking for more. After a while, Catherine, Yeesha, and Atrus all gave me looks of surprise – it was as if I hadn’t eaten in days (which was not far from the truth). After dinner, I walked outside onto the patio and sat down at the small, metal table. The table, and the four seats that accompanied it, were all intricately designed in a floral pattern. Moments later, Yeesha came over and sat down next to me. She had a thick book with a metal cover on it. I recognized it instantly as a rehevkor. “You’re still practicing D’ni, eh?†I asked, though I knew the answer. “Of course,†she replied. “It’s a beautiful language, and being able to Write ages is an awesome ability.†I smiled. “I know,†I said. “Writing ages is an art – one of the greatest art forms I’ve ever known. Maybe someday I might learn how. Sure I can speak and understand the language well enough; catch a phase or two here and there. But being able to Write is something else entirely.†“I know,†she said. She was a strong willed young woman, Yeesha. I looked at her in admiration, and something else. She was so beautiful, so intelligent, and very insightful. I had feelings for her, and though I never told her or her parents of these things, I think she knew. Somehow, she knew. And she didn’t mind. I think she liked me in much the same way. It was funny how things like love work. I had known Yeesha since she was only a baby, and at the time I was barely thirteen. Now, nearly twenty years later, that tiny little newborn was a blossoming young woman; she was twenty-one and I was thirty-four. Not too much of an age difference, but it still felt a little weird. I think that’s because we were close friends for so long. I even saved her life ten years ago. “Yeesha?†I asked. “Do you want to take a stroll?†She paused her writing, and looked up at me. “I’d love to.†* * * * * * We sat along the shores of the river, which spilled down from Atrus’ home above. It was peaceful – much like the peace that I felt on Myst that same night. Above us, the moon sat high in the sky, surrounded by countless stars. I could point out the Hunter, the Bear, the Dragon, and the Queen in the stars. They looked down upon us, ever vigilant of the world. Yeesha and I would always come here when we saw one another. We sat there, holding hands, gazing up at the sky. “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?†she said. “Yes,†I said. “Like you.†She turned her head to look at me, and she blushed. Then, she moved closer and rested her head on my shoulder. “Thank you.†“For what?†“For everything.†She drew closer, and caught up in the moment, I drew closer to her. Her lips met mine, and we kissed. It was a long, loving kiss. I didn’t want it to end. But, all good things must come to an end. She drew away, and rested her head on my shoulder once more. We gazed up at the stars once more; quiet as we looked at the heavens above. That night, after walking Yeesha home, I thanked Atrus and Catherine for their hospitality, and after saying our goodbyes, I linked home to Myst.
  6. Chapter One The island was quiet. Well, almost quiet. There are sounds – natural sounds - all over the place: waves crashing on rocks; a faint breeze rustles the tiny, needle-like leaves of the pines; the occasional splashing of creatures out on the sea; the whistling of the wind high atop the rocky plateau where I stood beside the two black gears embedded into the ground. It was so peaceful. No one could possibly believe what had transpired here so long ago. The sky was almost black, with tiny, twinkling stars dotting the heavens, as I walked towards the library. Looking out on the horizon, I couldn’t tell where the sea ended or where the sky began: that boundary was broken by slow drifts of mist and fog. The mist was even on the island, though it was nearly invisible; I knew of its presence because I could feel its cold, wet touch upon my unprotected skin. Finally, I came upon the great oak doors of the library. Pushing them open, I felt the warmth of the inside rush past me like a stifling wind. It was so welcome after the cold of the outside. I closed the great doors behind me, and strode towards the fireplace. The flames licked at the dry deadwood which I placed in the fire only a few hours before. The coals beneath the flames were vibrant shades of red, orange, and yellow. I took the metal poker and moved some of the wood around, feeding the fire slightly. Then I stood, and sighed. “I’m starved. I should go downstairs and check what I got left to eat,†I said. “If there’s nothing, I think Atrus might have some.†Walking towards the bookshelves, which were now packed with books found below in Atrus’ study, I touched the painting which depicted a set of stairs, and after the painting rippled like a pool of water, the shelves were pushed backwards and sank into the floor, creating a set of wooden stairs which led into the side of the mountain. I walked down the long corridor until I reached the small, one-man elevator. Stepping inside, I scrounged through my pockets, pulling out a long, silver, needle-like key. I inserted the key into a small incision in the centre of the elevator button. The label which usually said up now said down. I pressed the button. The elevator began its decent into the bowels of the mountain. When the elevator finally stopped, I opened the door and walked outside into a round room. Ahead was a tall, wooden archway. Beyond that was a long corridor, with doors on both sides, and one large set of doors on the far end of the corridor. Those doors led to Atrus and Catherine’s room, and Atrus’ study. The other doors led to other bedrooms, a kitchen, a washroom, a restroom, a lounge, store cupboards, and a laundry room. I headed for the kitchen, which was off to the left. The cupboards and shelves were bare; a few empty earthenware jars, plates, and metal pots, pans, and silverware were all that I found. “Great,†I said to no one in particular. “No food? Well, all that’s left is plan B.†I left the kitchen, and on impulse I checked the store cupboards. They were nearly bare, except for a few bags of flour and jars of grain, but there was little I could do with that except make a few loaves of bread. * * * * * * I walked out into the night, heading for the small wooden cabin deep in the woods. I had left the Tomahna linking book there when I first linked back here. It has been almost thirty years since I had last stepped foot onto this island. At that time, I had helped Atrus from his imprisonment on D’ni, and learned of the crimes committed by his two sons: Sirrus and Achenar. A week or less after that, I left this place for Riven to help Atrus rescue his wife, Catherine, and imprison his father, Gehn. After that, I thought I’d never be back on Myst. But here I was, and it was now my home away from home. “Atrus and Catherine once had an age book here that led to a granary age where they got their food. Perhaps I should ask Atrus to write one for me?†Reaching the cabin, my thoughts of the past left me, and I entered the cozy warm interior. I had left the generator running, creating warmth similar to the one in the library. I stepped over towards the safe, and entered the new combination I had reset it with. Pulling the handle, I opened the safe. Inside, resting on its thin, leather-bound cover was the Tomahna linking book, right where I left it. I reached in, pulled out the thin volume, opened the cover, and found the glowing panel. I sighed with unexpected relief, and placed my palm upon the page. Instantly, the world around me began to fade, and the panel seemed to grow and fill my sight. Darkness overcame me; when I finally gave in to its cold touch, I stood no longer in the cabin on Myst, but in the greenhouse on Tomahna.
  7. Naigahsehn


    [template=stub][/template] Appears In: All games, BoA, BoT. The garohevtee (D'ni for "great-words") are a special, presumably archaic D'ni script that were used to write Ages into Descriptive and Linking books. They do not have any equivalent in English, and can only be written in D'ni (though other non-D'ni, such as Katran/Catherine and Anna could write Ages, they used the garohevtee to do so). They are complex characters, and are used to describe ideas or functions. In writing and in speech, the D'ni were known to have used three such forms of description (as Anna explained to Atrus in BoA), and the garohevtee were the highest and most complex of the three. Other than this, not much else is known about them. Note: In BoA, there is a misspelling of the word multiple times as garohertee.
  8. Tero, Do you mind if I wrote up a chapter or two for your story and then PM them to you? It's up to you. I just like your story so far, and I'd really like to see it finished. Maybe you could use them, if you want. If you don't want me too, then thats ok. It's your story, afterall, and I'll understand if you don't want me too. Hope to hear from you soon, -Naigahsehn
  9. Hey Tero. I just read through this post now... Great story. I love it ! Is this kind of like what you wanted the bahro pic for? 'Cause if it is, I think you should do it! Have you finished this story yet? Are you adding anything else to it? Hmmm... have you put it in the library here? That would make it easier for me to read. If you could, could you post it in the DPWR library? Or have you already...
  10. --The day turned out great. I tried many times, unsuccesfully, to trap one of those grazing creatures, but in the end I finally caught one! I'm very proud of myself. The rest of the day was spent cutting and cleaning the animal. Then, I left the animals' hide outside to cure. After tomorrow I should have a good amount of leather to use. Perhaps for a blanket? The nights are very cool here... --I decided to start making smaller Linking books for me to use to return to Choorahl instead of using it's large, heavy Descriptive book- it's much too important to accidentally misplace! I've completed atleast two of them so far- they will return me to the centre of my cave whenever I use them to link. After tomorrow, I should link home and keep a few of them there. --I've gotten around to naming the creatures of Choorahl. I've named the fox-like creatures Ro'mehr; the deer-like species I've named Graizeer; the birds I've named according to their colours, such as the Ruby Sehdehr, the Sapphire Sehdehr, and the Gold Sehdehr. I'm fond of my names for them. They suit them very well. --Today while I had gone to the stream for some more water, I discovered a new species of fish! They have long, glistening bodies covered in amber scales. Their eyes are a deep blueish-green. They resemble salmon of sorts, but these fish have a much stouter jaw. I've decided to name them Stre'ems. I plan to make a fishing pole tomorrow...maybe some of those centipedes I've found in the forest could be used as bait? --The Stre'ems are biting today! I used some of those centipedes and they worked out marvelously. Tonight I will fry the half dozen I've already caught, and I'll see how they taste. Considering that they live in these sweet-tasting waters, they should be just as sweet. They taste better than I could have ever imagined! Tomorrow I'll go out and fish again. --I am thinking about linking to D'ni. It will require me to gather and pack a few things, but I think I should get away for a while. It will take a day or two to pack what I need, but D'ni isn't going anywhere. To think- I will be the first of my family in over a millenium to actually revisit D'ni. I'm very excited! -Devokan, second Choorahl journal
  11. --I'm here. It has taken many months of hard work and strenuous tutelage, but I am finally here. The sky is a rich, clear blue; the sea around me is the same, only it is slightly darker. I can hear the sound of birds singing off in the distance- the cry of a gull peirces the sky. It is so beautiful here. I must try to find some shelter for the night. I've noted that there are two suns here, though the two seem further away than the one of my home. After hiking through the dense forest here, I've discovered a small niche in the side of a mountain. The niche opens up into a cozy cave. It's the perfect place to spend the night! I've also found many berries and fruits along my way here, and have tried them all- and all of them are succulent and extremely delicious! This will be my supper for the day- tomorow, I will explore this age further. --The night's here are very cool and long. I crawled out of my cave for some fresh air, and I caught a glimpse of the age's moon. It glows with a soft, hazy red glow. The sky is even clearer at night than it is during the day! The air is so crisp- so fresh. Tiny spots of light dot the heavens. I should get around to naming some of them. --I took a small walk to a nearby stream that I'd noticed while I was hiking the day before. I stopped to drink from it. And my, what a drink it was! The water was so cool, and very sweet- like honey! I took another long drink, and then another. It was very refreshing! I've even taken a bit of it to fill my waterbag. What other surprises await me here? --I've explored the western side of the island. The trees here are much like the ones of home- there are oak's here, and pine; there are elm's and maple's here as well. I've noticed apples and peaches and plums- also a yet unnamed fruit. I haven't named it yet- but it is very good! It is even sweeter than the stream water. The birds here are very colourful - ruby, sapphire, gold, amber, green - there's just so many! They resemble canaries in a way, but these are quite larger. I've noticed that they eat berries and the small insects that happen to cross their path. Their calls are quite beautiful. --A large animal passed by my cave while I was away. It's tracks are everywhere! It's atleast as large as I am! I wonder what it looks like? Or what it feed's on? The thought of such a large, presummably dangerous creature roaming around my cave frightens me. I believe I should investigate into this creature's habits. --It passed near the cave again last night. But this time, I was ready for it. It has a sleek, auburn coat. It resembles a coyote or a fox, but it's snout is longer and it's tail is shorter. It is quite a beautiful specimen. I can assume that it's a predator- it's sharp, protruding teeth are a dead give-away. It's probably a scavenger, too. I'm still unsure of what it hunts- maybe some more investigation is needed. --I've visited home for a few days. Mother was happy to see me- Father was out with a hunting party in the east, and would not be back for many days. Uncle Gartenar was proud of my acomplishment- he gave me some blank Descriptive books and a few more journals. He told me that I should try to create more ages. I told him that I would get around to it. Those creatures still needed investigating; plus, I was planning on creating some furnishings for the cave- a bed, some shelves, maybe a table or two. I must ask Mother for some earthenware jars and bowls. After saying my goodbyes, I linked back to my age. I must think of a name for it- perhaps "Choorahl"? Yes. I think I'll call it that- Choorahl. It has such a nice ring to it. Choorahl..."Lessons"... --I've sketched some rough plans for a bed, table, and shelves. I started to cut the wood I'd need. I've also discovered a herd of large, deer-like, grazing creatures. Perhaps these are the creatures that the fox-like predator hunts? These animal's coats are gleaming in the morning sun... maybe I should think about trapping one of them? I need the meat, and their fur looks quite warm... -Devokan, first Choorahl journal.
  12. Well my friends, this is the sequel I was talking about. Below is a small portion of the story that I have been working on for the past little while. I want constructive criticisim - but not too much criticism if you know what I mean . I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Prologue I had been out exploring my age of Roshee for almost a week, enjoying it's spectacular yet bizare scenery. I returned home, and my wife Ta'Kaira and the children surprised me with a birthday party. I couldn't believe it - I had completely forgotten my own birthday! I had been enjoying myself so much, that the event slipped my mind. But not everyone was enjoying the celebration. My eldest son, Kaidish, was in his room. Curious, I went to investigate. I opened his bedroom door and entered, but he was nowhere to be found. Strange, I thought. Then, as I turned to leave, I noticed a book on his study desk. I picked it up and carefully sifted through it's delicate pages. It was a Descriptive Book! I turned to look at it's cover. On it's cover, emblazed in gold, was some D'ni script that I hadn't noticed there a moment before. I stared at it, trying to comprehend it's meaning. New World? That's what it says. New World... Dovahnee. The book was warm; Kaidish must have used it recently. I couldn't let Ta'Kaira know what he had done. She would worry far too much. But I had to do something. It didn't take more than a second thought to know what I had to do. I picked up the book, opened it to the page with the swirling panel, touched my palm to it's glowing warmth and linked through to Dovahnee. I didn't know what to expect on the other side, but I hoped it was something good. Part I I materialized, and was blinded by a dazling light. A sun. It was much brighter than our own, yet it appeared so much smaller. I surveyed my surroundings. I realized that I was standing in a field of tall grass that spread out for miles. Behind me was a literal wall of thick, dark trees; to my right, flowing out from under the forest canopy, was a meandering brook; and looming far ahead of me, beyond what seemed like a ribbon of blue off in the distance, was a single grey mountain. It rose high into the sky; it's peak capped with snow and with cloud. I took a walk through the field, and discovered a small footpath. I followed it for what seemed about an hour or more. The path steadily inclined up a hillside, taking me up with it . Then, almost suddenly, the path came to an abrupt halt. It ended at the base of a large cliff. I gazed up at the massive rock face. There, built into the sheer rock wall of the cliff, was a cut set of stone stairs. They swerved dangerously this way and that along the stony surface. I took a deep breath, reaching for control, and started my long hike upwards. I had trouble catching my breath as I climbed those horrid, steep stairs. Not even half way up I lost my grip and nearly plummetted to my death. But I was able to steady myself and stop myself from falling. It was a horrible experience. Finally, my hand reached the top ledge, and I pulled myself up. I wiped the dust off of my clothing and looked around at my surroundings. Atop the great massif, the air was thinner. I could see that I was standing on the summit of a large hill that seemed to have been hewn in half - the cliff was the evidence of that. The slope ahead of me was very steep, and riddled with small bushes, rocks, and stunted trees. I turned my gaze to the base of the hill far below. I took in what I saw, and wondered in awe at the sight. The same thick and dark forest that lay on the other side of the cliff grew on this side as well - it joined in what looked to be a steep sided valley far to my left, or west, of me. Green feilds once more I saw, and great, long sandy beaches below. And right in the middle of it all, beside the forest and close to the sea, was something I have never seen the likeness of before. It appeared to be a mansion of sorts. It was four grand, stone buildings. There was a domed building with a long hall; a many floored building with pillared supports; a smaller, one floored building of some sorts; and a great shining, glass-paned greenhouse. All of this was surrounded by a hedge with a large gated entrance. How could it be possible? I thought. Did Kaidish build all of this? No. He can't of. But... I made my way down the steep incline of the hill. I started to pace faster and faster. Please be there, Kaidish, I said to myself. My son, please be alright. It wasn't like me to worry - that was what Ta'Kaira always did. But Kaidish was my son, so I guess it was only natural to worry. I reached the entrance to the estate. A large iron gate stood before me and possibly my son. I couldn't see any way to open it, and I looked around to try and find another way in. Then it hit me. The hedge, I thought. I can climb the hedge! I scaled the thick bushy hedge with ease. I hopped over to the other side when I reached the top. I didn't even notice the blood on my hands - I hadn't noticed that the hedge had thorns. But I just kept on. I found a path, and ran towards the first building in sight - the domed one I had seen from atop the hill. I reached the door - it was unlocked! I turned the handle and entered inside. The room I had entered was dingy, with poor lighting. The only light in the room came from the open door I had just entered from. I blindly searched the room, reaching infront of me with my outstretched hands. When I felt my hands against a cold stone wall, I followed it around until I felt something odd. Whatever it was, it was about half my height, with some sort of basin or bowl on the top. I reached in, and sighed with relief. It was full of fire marbles - It was a torch! I squeased some of the small orbs in my palm, and they started to glow a bright eirie orange light. Now that I could see my surrroundings, I could see that I was in a library. The domed room was the entrance, and the hall that I saw protruding from the backside of the dome was the library itself. The hall was quite large. It stretched a yard from one end to the next - and it was lined with bookshelves and bookcases. Kaidish isn't in here, I said. I'll come back here later. For now, I should check the other buildings. I left the library, and headed to the next closest building - the tall mansion-like building. But when I went up the small steps to it's door, I found it locked. I sighed, turned, went down the steps, and started down the path to the greenhouse. And much more to come...
  13. Ages of Devokan and Ta'Kaira These Ages were written by Devokan (the main character from the Hope story) and his family. They are all accounted for, and are only put here as a bit of a reference for those who have read my story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Choorahl- 'Learning' Age. This Age was written by Devokan. This was his first Age, and it was given its' name because he wrote it during the period when his uncle Gartenar taught him the Art. Choorahl is D'ni for 'learning'. The Age is a large, round island. A tall mountain rises from the island's centre. A waterfall cascades down the cliff of the peak, filling a small lake at the mountains' base. The lake water then flows on, feeding a small stream, which makes it's winding course down to the sea. The water is sweet and cool, and tastes almost like honey. Trees grow throughout the island. Some bear fruit; others are just regular trees. Maple, oak, elm, and pine are the most dominant, as well as the fruit trees and berry bushes. Grasses and wheats are also found throughout the island, along with fungi and flowers. Many birds, both large and small, live here. They make their homes either up on the craggy cliffs or high in the limbs of the trees. Fish called Stre'ems, which somewhat vaguely resemble salmon, live in the lake and stream, and grazing creatures called Graizeers live in the forests. All the animals here are omnivores or herbivores except for one species: a coyote-like creature called the Ro'mehr that hunts at night. They eat only small, sick, or elderly animals, and are vey afraid of Devokan when he first arrives in Choorahl. The fruits of this Age are sweet, like the water. There are apples, peaches, and blueberries here, and also an unusual fruit that looks sort of like a peach, but it is much sweeter, has many seeds, and has a much redder hue. They grow on what Devokan calls the 'Paradise Tree', so they are named Paradise fruit (or a 'Darap' fruit). The daylight hours are much shorter on Choorahl than Earths', and the entire day is more or less only twenty-two hours long (ten daylight hours or less, and twelve or more hours of night). The ages suns- it has two- are much younger tah Earth's and do not let off as much heat, but emmit enough to keep Choorahl mildly warm during the day, and moderately cool at night. The air is always fresh; never humid. One large, hazy-red moon rotates the Age. It rains occasionally on Choorahl. The cool and fresh climate makes it so that it only has to rain about once or twice a month, which on Choorahl is a lunar month. The lunar month on Choorahl is about thirty five days. The length of the year is unknown and is in need of speculation, but Devokan says it is ten months long. Mahrntahv- 'Creation' Age. Ta'Kairas' first Age, she wrote it soon after Devokan taught her the Art. It is surprisingly very stable, but is made up of islands, floating over a pool of water that looks like an reverted dome. The water flows upward, creating a bowl shaped pool. The gravity on Mahrntahv is much less than Choorahl's or even Earth's gravity. The islands are made of some sort of magneticly charged rock, which counters with the oppositely charged rock under the water, causing them to hover in mid air. There is a lot of vegetation here, but it is mostly vines and small trees. There is very little grass here. The rocks of this Age are very similar to Basaltic stone like that of Earth's. The sky is a vibrant blue, but it is occasionally thick with storm clouds. Some of the rocks act as lightning rods, attracting the electricity that is discharged by the storm. Eder Bishtah- 'Rest tunnel' Age. This Age was made as a gift by Devokan for his love, Ta'Kaira. It is a garden Age, filled with trees and flowers with sweet fragrances. Many large, twisting tunnels connect each of the different sections of the gardens. In almost every garden is a rest house or gazebo. The sky is a rich blue, and it rains atleast four times every month. Devokan built all the man-made structures here for his wife to enjoy. He dug and built a bedroom into the side of a cliff; he placed a bridge of stepping stones to cross the large pond in one of the west gardens; he installed a fountain in the middle of a small pool; he built all of the gazebos and benches; and Devokan also shaped and refined a large round room in one of the old natural tunnels to be used as a Link-in and Link-out terminal. Tall cliffs of a beautiful smooth stone cover the Age. The gardens are each within a valley or cradle of sorts, connected by the tunnels. There are five gardens: two in the west, three in the east. Birds, insects, and small lizards make their homes here, along with the beautiful flowering plants and trees. There are even a few trees much like the fruitful trees on Choorahl that grow here. Taygentsahno- 'Love Everlasting' Age. Another Age written as a gift for Ta'Kaira. It is a beautiful cavern Age, full of lush jungle-like plants like never before seen. Crystals and gemstones that glow in different colors 'grow' throughout the cave. Pools of glowing, refreshing water flow here and there in the cavern. Devokan made this Age as a more beutiful version of the D'ni cavern for Ta'Kaira to show his everlasting love for her. Air flows into the cavern through a large hole in the ceiling of the cavern, letting in sunlight along with it. At night, the stars reflect upon the surface of the pools deep below, filling the cavern with moving lights. The plants of Taygentsahno are bioluminescent-they glow with their own natural light (very similar to the algae and stone plants of D'ni). But these plants are organic, not stone. Roshee- 'Crater' Age This Age is riddled with fallen stones and craters. The rings of the craters act as land; otherwise, the entire Age is sea. There once was a small island here, but it was completely destroyed by the meteors. Hot water geysers shoot up continually throughout the Age, and there are even a few rifts in the Age with sething magma within them. The Age was once very stable, but like the *Selenitic Age, this stability was broken by meteors. There are a few species of plants and algae that somehow survived the blasts (or mutated and evolved from others that were there). They are all golden-red, and grow throughout the ruins of the original island, and around a few of the rims of the craters. They are small, and scraggly, and resemble small bushes and weeds. The algae is orangeish, and grows in multitude near the craters. The sky is a yelow hue, and the sun is large but still very young. The air is foggy, and humid. It wasn't always so, but the open rifts and debris still in the air cause the climate to be so. There are no moons here, and the days are nearly twice as long as our own. Other Ages Dovahnee- 'World New' Age Written during one of Kaidish's experiments (Kaidish is Devokan's second child). Dovahnee is a wonderous Age, and has a library, a wharf, a manor, an observatory with a large telescope, a forest hide-away, a stone hut, and a gazebo. Three large islands with a multitude of smaller islands make up this Age. The northern and largest island is a green island with rich soil, fruitful trees, and grassland. The manor, library, and wharf are located on the north-eastern penninsula of this island. The south island is a tall mountain. On it's peak is the observatory and telescope. A winding trail leads down the west slope and into a small, stony bay. Many small islands make a sort of stepping stone bridge, which connects to the third island. This island is also a mountain, but is much smaller. A dense pocket of trees hides a stone hut here. Devokan, Ta'Kaira and the children loved to explore this Age. They made it their home-away-from-home. Kaidish, Ta'Ketra, Aidehn and Annetta end up writing many other Ages that can all be linked from Dovahnee and Choorahl. Gahrogahn- 'Great Emire' Age On Annetta's first try, she wrote this Age. It was an inhabited Age, full of wealthy people who built giant towers and domes of precious metals and stone. They called themselves the 'Raeahlith, but were nicknamed the R'Gahro or 'Great People'. Many islands and communities are scattered about in the area were the family first linked in. The Age is similar in composition to Tomahna-it has the same continental shapes, but they are all fused together and create a supercontinent like Pangea. The Age is rich in minerals, and has many unique specimens unlike any ever seen before. The plantlife, animal-life; all are unique to Gahrogahn. Four moons and a binary star system are found in this Age. The two suns make this worlds' climate very mild and hot indeed. It is very humid during the wet rainy seasons, but very dry during the warmer months. The days are longer than our own, and the nights also. Irvahna- 'Mineral' Age Made to collect more mineral resources for Choorahl, it turns out this Age too was inhabited. The people of the Irvahna Age were peaceful, harmonic natives. They lived on a violent, eruptive volcanic island, but it was a paradise nonetheless. The natives of Irvahna became great friends to Devokan's family, and allowed them to take what minerals they needed. They even began to trade for some of the fruits and grains of Choorahl and Ehder Bishtah for some of their fine jewellry and crafts. The Irvahna people were highly specialized in metalsmithry and crafting, aswell as fushing, trading, mining, and hunting. Edehn- named after the story told about the paradise, 'Eden' Much like it's story counterpart, this Age was a beautiful, lush paradise. Written by Ti'Ketra for her parents anniversary, it was a giant continent full of elegant jungle plants and enormous trees that reached up to the sky above. Fruit-loving mammals, insects, herbivorous reptiles, and an assortment of nuts, berries, fruits and flowers lived everywhere here. One creature here, called a Squealmouse, is native to this world. It was so named because it was a rodent of sorts, but like a mouse and a squirrel combined, and it let off a high-pitched squeal when it was extremely happy or terribly sad. Devokan built a large structure here on the slopes of the eastern mountains as a home for his family. It had a library, study, a pool, garden, two floors of bedrooms and guestrooms, balconies overlooking the wonderful scenery, and hot springs deep in the mountains. Note: Devokan, Ta'Kaira, and their four children built homes on each of the Ages they wrote (except for Roshee). Devokan built a library and study on each aswell, and brought many copies of his Linking Books there just in case of an emergency. Even Kaidish, his eldest son, built a library, study, and even a large house on his Age of Dovahnee.
  14. It's in the Library under MRED. Look for Hope, Hope II, and Hope II and IV.
  15. I have completed a new story. It isn't 'Path of Destruction', which I plan on finishing soon, but it is a great story (I think so, atleast). You have to read it and tell me if you find it to long, or to short, or if I should add to it or what not to add, etc. I really need your feedback.
  16. Part III "Guild Master Kailos, sir" said the guard to the man named Kailos. "Yes, Aidehmahn?". "The boy has escaped". Kailos dropped his book, his face growing red. "What?! How dare you show your face here! How could you let it escape!". Kailos was furiated. He hated outsiders. They made him sick to his stomach. "Find it. It cannot have gotten far". "But Guild Master Kailos, sir. It used a Book. It had it in a pouch". Kailos looked at Aidehmahn with a widened stare. "How did it come across a Book? One of our Books?!". "It wasn't ours, it seems that it owned that Book". Kailos' face became white. "It Wrote a Book?! How?! Only D'ni know the Art. Only D'ni can Write!". "I asure you sir, it wasn't one of ours. The ahrotahn had made this Book on it's own". Kailos fell into his chair. What a circumstance, he thought. How could an ahrotahn learn the Art? Looking back, Kailos tried to put it all together. Today had started out as a normal day. The cavern was busily going about its buisiness. Shopkeepers selling their wares, people walking and talking down the streets, an occasional call from the 'senomar' in the lake. It was such a peaceful day, until that blasted Aidehmahn came and told me the news. A man from the J'Taeri District had seen an ahrotahn near the docks. The man told Aidehmahn that the ahrotahn looked D'ni, but something was different about him. He had slightly darker skin, and his hair was too fair to be D'ni. The ahrotahn stood there as more people gathered around him. A young girl stepped closer to it, and spoke to it. It responded in almost perfect D'ni! When Aidehmahn heard this, he went directly to me to tell me what he heard. I wish he hadn't, I thought. But an ahrotahn in our city?! I wouldn't hear of it! So, I sent Aidehmahn to capture it and bring it back to me, dead or alive (preferably dead). After almost an hour or so, the fool Aidehmahn returns empty-handed! "Well," Guild Master Kailos said. "Did you at least bring back Its Book?". "Yes, your honor. Here," Aidehmahn said as he produced the Book from under his cloak. "Well atleast you've done something right today" Kailos said. He skimmed through the Book, reading the pages. "It looks too good to even be done by an amatueur," he commented, "are you quite certain that it owned this?". "Yes". "Well then, burn it. I do not want to be reminded of this incident again. If the ahrotahn does return - you know what to do". Aidehmahn felt sick to his stomach when he heard those words. "Yes, sir". "Good," Kailos said. "Very good". Part IV Ta'Kaira and I stayed at my house in the village for the next few days. I showed Ta'Kaira the village, and walked with her along the shore of the stream. It didn't feel the same as Choorahl, and I think T'Kaira felt the same. We decided together that day that we should live together on Choorahl. It would be a place where we could be together with each other alone, and could someday start a family. I told my parents of my intentions, and they agreed. At first they were skeptical, but in the end they thought it would be for the best. My parents held a party for our leaving, and invited my other relatives. There was great food, good music, and many teary farewells. Ta'Kaira and I left for Choorahl the following day. It was the same as we left it. The shelter still cozy and warm; the stream so sweet and fresh; the air so mild but cool all at once. All that which her and I found so unique and beautiful about the Age was still the same. It was our place, our home. That night, on the night we returned to Choorahl, Ta'Kaira and I made love. The day was somehow brighter than before that day. The air was fresher, the water even sweeter. Love had played it's magic on us. But we enjoyed every waking minute of it, wanting it to never stop. We walked along the shore just as we had done so many times before. It felt so different, but so good. We were a couple now, I thought. That is what made it so different. That day was our day. We spent every moment together. And when night had finally returned, her and I made it to our bed and held each other close as we had done before. A month had passed, and I felt that I should go back to D'ni. Shouldn't Ta'Kairas' parents know? Shouldn't they know that her and I are together and that no harm has befallen her. "Ta'Kaira my love". "Yes Devokan my sweet?". "I mean to ask you if you want to go to D'ni. I think it is best if your parents know that you are alright and that you and I are a couple". I thought I would get a definate 'no', but she agreed. The following day, her and I would go to D'ni and tell her parents the news. We packed up a few belongings as always (because you never know how long you may be out in another Age), and I got a Choorahl Linking Book just a moment before we linked. In D'ni, Ta'Kaira led me down a multitude of streets until we came to hers. It was large, like most of the D'ni buildings, and had a thick wooden door. A light was flowing out of a nearby window, telling us that someone was home. Ta'Kaira knocked on the door, and a voice came from inside. "Hello?" it said. It was a woman's voice. "Who's there?"."It's me mother. Ta'Kaira". The door opened in a flash, and a plump old woman emerged. "Oh Ta'Kaira! Where have you been? You are so much older" the woman said as she gave her daughter a loving embrace. "I've been with Devokan. Mother, this is Devokan. Devokan, this is my mother". The woman stared at me for a moment, then turned to her daughter. "My, how young and handsome he is. But Ta'Kaira, there's something a little odd about him. His hair is too light, and his skin is not the same as ours-it's slightly darker. Why is that?" she asked. "He's D'ni, but just from another Age" she lied. "May we come in. Devokan and I have something to tell you", And so Ta'Kaira told her mother how her and I were in love, and that we've been a couple for over a month now. She didn't mind. She thought that I was a fine young man, and that I looked like I loved her daughter and treated her well. We stayed for supper, and then told her that we must go. She gave her daughter a hug, and cried a little as she made her farewells. Then the two of us were off. The streets were much more quieter than our last visit. It gave me many frightful thoughts of guards waiting and watching him and that at any moment they would strike him and Ta'Kaira down. He tried to shake those feeling s away, and continued to walk down the dark street. As we rounded a corner, ten armed guards blocked the path. We casually turned around, but ten other guards blocked the exit to the rear. We were surrounded. Then one guard walked towards us. He was familiar to me. Then it hit me. He was the guard from last time. He walked closer, then halted. "Who are you? What are you doing out so late at night". "Oh, we were just taking a walk arou-". "Enough of your lies. Do you think of me as a fool? I remember you two. You, the girl that got in our way" he pointed at Ta'Kaira, "and you, the ahnotahn" he pointed at me. "You both must come with me at once". "Why? What have we done wrong? And Devokan is not an outworlder!" T'Kaira screamed. So that's what they thought I was? An 'outworlder'? "I know he's an ahnotahn. You must come with me now, or by the Maker I will kill you both". As he said this, a trickle of pain was in his voice. He doesn't want to do it, I thought. Someone else must be telling him to do this, but who? "Who's making you do this. I want to speak to them!" I said to the man. "You cannot speak to Guild Master Kailos, young one. He does not talk to ahnotahntee". "I will come with you only if you let me go speak with this Kailos. Or else you must do away with me, but spare my love" I said, refering to Ta'Kaira. "No! I would rather die with you!" She threw her arms around me and kissed me, tears running down her face. "Alright," the man said, "I will take you to Master Kailos". The guard took us to the docks, where we boarded a ship of some kind. It was flat, with no sail and only a machine to power it. The 'ferry' as the man called it was taking us towards that towering island I had been so frightened of before. Now, I had a true reason to be afraid of it. We came to another dock after passing into a bay of some sort off the eastern side of the island. There, a large city loomed upon the rocky pillar, rising hight into the darness above. The guard took us up a great set of stairs, and out into a large courtyard. In the centre was a stone monument which we had to pass under which looked to me to be a large tree. Another set of stairs greeted us on the other end of the courtyard. At the top of this sat, however, was a massive building built into the island itself. "This is the Guild Hall" the guard said. "The Maintainers' Guild is just ahead. You will find Master Kailos there". He took us to the large stone doors of the 'Maintainers'' Guild, and we entered. Inside, we were greeted by a sight of many people busily moving from room to room on either end of the hall in which we had just entered. Straight ahead was another large set of doors, which I could only guess Kailos was behind. We entered the final room. I saw the old man sitting in a chair by the fire before I noticed the decor and beautiful tapestries on the wall. That must be Kailos. "Oh, Aidehmahn. You've arrived". Then he paused, and stared at Ta'Kaira and I. "Airdehmahn, who are these young people?". "Sir, these are them. The ahnotahn and the girl". Kailos smiled an evil grin. "Oh they are, are they. Well my young friends, sit down and be comfortable". He laughed a little. I didn't really think I could be comfortable here. And Ta'Kaira thought the same. "We should never have come back" she said. After we were seated, Kailos offered us a drink. "No thank you" I said in perfect D'ni, trying eagerly to trick Kailos into thinking he wasn't this 'ahrotahn'-this outworlder-he was trying to find. I tried tricking him, so he could let us go. But he wouldn't be moved from his judgement. "So what is your world like, ahrotahn?" he said. "It isn't another world" I said to him, "It is here. It is just somewhere you cannot find". "Oh, and where would that be?". Finally, I lost it. I had to tell him. "Look, I come from the surface. I am three quarters D'ni. I'm not an 'ahrotahn', and my name is Devokan! Please, will you just let my love and I go?". He looked at me in awe. "So, the rumours were true. Those betrayers did make it to the surface". "My family and freinds are NOT betrayers of anything. The surface is a much better place than this ugly, dingy cavern!" I spit at him to show him how much he had angered me. Kailos got up, reached for his weapon on the mantle of his fireplace, and pointed it at me. "Sit down, young man. Do it, or I will shoot you and your 'love'. Now!"."No! I will not listen to you old man!". "How dare you defy my orders!" Kailos readied his weapon and fired. In a flash, Aidehmahn leaped infront of me and Ta'Kaira, and the shot hit him dead in the stomach. He fell to the ground bleeding. "Aidehmahn?! Why would you help them?! Fool! I-". With his last few breaths, Aidehmahn spoke. "I am no fool, Kailos, you are. Can you not see? There is nothing wrong with this boy. He is just as ordinary as you or I or even that girl. He is one of the best writters I've ever seen! By the Maker, just let them go. Let them go, or I'll... I'll shoot you!". He picked up his weapon, and pointed it directly at Kailos' heart. "Aidehmahn, don't be so rash, I-". "You're the rash one! You always have been! Now I will kil you, just as you have killed me". Aidehmahn shot his weapon. Kailos fell to the ground-dead. Ta'Kaira and I rushed over to where Aidehmahn lay. His breathing was heavier. "Aidehmahn, why? Why did you sacrifice yourself for us?". He looked at us with his glazed eyes, and as his last words he simply said, "Because it was my duty to protect my bretheren-my D'ni-from any harm. You, Devokan, are no ahnotahn. You are a D'ni". With that, he became still and his breathing stopped. Ta'Kaira beagan to cry over his body. "No! No, you cannot die. Please, wake up"."Ta'Kaira, we must leave this place. The other guards will have heard the shots. We must leave quickly!". I lifted her up inrto my arms, and fled the Guild Hall. I ran with Ta'Kairi in my arms until I reached the docks. There, I put Ta'Kaira down and reached for the Chooahl Linking Book. We used it, letting it fall into the lake and there it sunk to the bottom, lost forever. Epilogue We held a memorial for Aidehmahn there in my home village. No one in D'ni would ever know that their suface dwelling bretheren still existed-both the men that had known this were dead. Ta'Kaira and I wept for the loss of our friend. But life moves on. On Chooahl, Ta'Kaira and I have lived the rest of our lives. We know have four children-little daughter Annetta, Aidehn our second boy, Kaidish our first son, and Ti'Ketra our eldest daughter and first child. I have taught Ta'Kaira the Art, and together we have made many ages including Mahrntahv, T'Kaira's first 'creation'; Roshee-the crater Age; Taygentsahno, the age I wrote for her as a gift of my love. It means 'everlasting love' in D'ni; and Ehder Bishtah, a rest age I wrote as another gift to Ta'Kaira. Choorahl has become so full of life as of yet, with our children running around, exploring it and having fun. Ta'Kaira and I still love each other very much. We will never forget our little adventures in D'ni, nor will we ever forget our friend Aidehmahn, who sacrificed his life to keep us safe because he saw us as equal and not different. I am D'ni, and my story gives hope to all others whom think of themselves as being different.
  17. Part II I linked to D'ni, not knowing what to expect there. When I made it there, my jaw dropped. I was standing in what looked to me to be an underground cavern. A large lake loomed ahead, glowing a bright orange that acted like sunlight in the dark. I could see hundreds of islands out on the orange lake; one island, reaching high up into the empty space above, was so large and looked so much like a giant tooth that it frightened me a little. On it I could see, from where I was, hundreds of buildings, lights, and presumably people. I was on a stone dock of sorts. I turned around, and saw that I was standing in front of a city. Towering buildings of stone rise high up into the dark space of nothingness, just like that island. People were gathering around me now, with puzzled looks on their faces. They looked a lot like me, but more like my father and grandfather. They seemed frightened of me, as I was of them. They don't know who I am, I thought. I don't know who they are either. A young girl about my age and height stepped closer to me, looking at me and studying me with her blue eyes. She said something strange outloud to the other people in the crowd, but I heard her loud and clear. Of course, I thought, she's speaking D'ni! My uncle taught it to me when I was learning the Art. But it sounded a bit different, like a different accent or something. She said something like "He seems D'ni. But his skin, and his hair, they are different. Maybe he is 'Ahrotahn'." Ahrotahn? What is that? The girl came closer, and spoke to me. "Hello, I am Ta'Kaira. Who are you?". "I am Devokan," I answered in D'ni. "I come from the surface. I came here through a Linking Book". When I said this, she gasped. I don't think she knew I would understand her, I said to myself."You speak our language?" she asked. "Yes, but you're accent is quite different than what I know. I can understand you still quite clearly". She looked dumbfounded. What was so strange about me being able to speak D'ni? Didn't they know that I was D'ni (sort of, I was only three quarters D'ni). That Ta'Kaira girl. She kept looking at me with her eyes, penetrating inside of me. She was searching me inside and out with that stare, wanting to know all about me. And the others. They were keeping their distance, not moving, frightened of me. I heard loud voices, and I could see men carrying weapons of some kind running towards me. Oh this just keeps getting better and better. I looked at Ta'Kaira, and I think I noticed her smile (though I don't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing) as I ran off in the opposite direction of the men. I ran down the streets of the city, and people would stare at me as I did. Some old woman even tried to hit me with a broom of sorts, saying "Get away from me, you Ahnotahn!". What was these peoples' problem?! Why did they hate me so much. They didn't even know me! I kept running until I was out of breath, and even then I kept going on against my body's will. I just had to get away from those men. I would occasionally hear them not far behind, yelling and shouting at people to get out of their way. I thought I could lose them around the next corner, but to my unexpected surprise, it was a dead end. I heard footsteps, and then Ta'Kaira emerged from around the corner. She ran to me, and said something to me. I would have liked to listen to what she said, but I couldn't hear her over the immense noise of those men turning around the corner and blocking our path of escape from us. Ta'Kaira reached for my arm and held on tight. Why was she like this now? I thought. One man-a guard-walked forward, and pointed his weapon at me. I remembered that the Choorahl Linking Book was in my pouch. I slowly reached for it as the guard questioned me. I didn't really even listen to what he said. He looked angry for me not answering him, and was about to lunge at me and Ta'Kaira right then and there had I not found the Gateway image and placed my fingers on it. There was that sickening feeling of being drawn into the page, and a moment later I was standing in front of my Choorahl shelter with Ta'Kaira still clutching my arm. She looked around, wondering where we were. "This is Choorahl" I said to her. "It is an Age I've written". She turned to look at me with her beautiful eyes and said what I think she meant to say back in D'ni. "I think I love you. I don't even know you, bu I feel something for you". I was taken aback by this. She loved me? Before I could say a word to her, she kissed me. I couldn't help myself; I closed my eyes and kissed her back. When she pulled away, I looked at her. Under the moonlight, she looked stunning. She had light hair, but not so much like mine as it was a light brown. She had beautiful blue eyes-eyes that could look into me and make me shiver. I think I love her. We walked together that night along the shore of the island, holding hands. I felt so wonderful around her-so different, and I think she felt the same. Walking back to the shelter, we kissed again. It felt so good when we kissed. I opened the door, and we walked in. We went to bed, sleeping together side-by-side. The next day, I showed her more of the island. She had never seen it during the day. There were so many things that were different about it. The birds were singing; the flowers were blowing in the wind; the air was much warmer but refreshing all at once; the stream shone under the glow of the sun, reflecting on its surface. I put my hands in the water, cupping them, and brought some water up to her lips. She took a sip, and smiled. She took another, and I did as well. Then, we walked to my 'orchard', were I pulled down a fruit for her from the tree. She liked the fruit, because she asked me for more. We walked up hill to the lake and I showed her the waterfall cascading down the cliff. "Can I take a bath here?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "I take them here, I see nothing wrong with you taking one either". She ran to the edge of the lake, and took off her clothes. I was shocked that she didn't care that I was standing there. "Do you want to come in too?" she asked. I thought about it. Why not? I joined her in the lake, taking in the sight of her and the freshness of the water. She came closer to me. I didn't know what to do. I backed off at first, but when she came closer again, I stayed where I was. She kissed me, and I kissed her back. It felt so strange kissing her in the lake, especially with us being, well, bare. We got out, feeling clean and refreshed. Using my heavier cloak as a towel, we dried ourselves. Walking back to the shelter, we talked. About what had happened in D'ni, and why the men were after us. "As far as I know," Ta'Kaira said, "They were after you because they thought you were a threat. They were after me, because I stopped them and tried to get in their way". I looked at her after she said that. She blushed. "You tried to stop them, for me?". "Yes". "If I had known you would do that; if I had known it would cause your banishment, I would have given myself up". She turned to me, looking calm, and said "I would have done it anyway". I love her so much, I thought. She loves me too; so much that she would do anything to keep me safe. Another night went by. Another night we held each other close. The morning came, and we layed there unmoving. After a while, I got up, and she reached up to kiss me. She got up too, and both of us got dressed. We went outside, and began working. I fished and chopped wood; she foraged for berries and picked fruits. When I came back with a half a dozen fish, we both skinned and cut them, and layed them out by the fire which I started. I went with her to fetch some water. When we got back, the fish was ready. We had supper, and afterwords I told her about where I come from. "It's a large village" I said, "It is built into the sides of a cliff. The people there are a lot like me, but a few are different. They have darker skin, and have darker hair. My mother is half D'ni and half Anasazi". "So you are only a quarter D'ni? Or are you half?". "I am three quarters D'ni. My father is full blooded D'ni, my mother is only half". Ta'Kaira took all the information in; a calm look on her face. "I knew something was different about you. When I looked at you, back in D'ni, you looked to me like D'ni, but something else was there too". "Are you okay with me only being three quarters D'ni?". "Yes," she said, "Why would I care whether or not you are full D'ni or not. I love you". "I love you too, Ta'Kaira". The sun set, and evening grew on, and Ta'Kaira and I went to bed. Tomorrow, I thought, I would take her to the village to meet my family. In the morning, we got up and dressed ourselves. After our morning kiss, I told her that I would bring her to visit my family. She seemed thrilled. We got together my Linking Books that I planned on bringing home, picked up the Linking Book that took me back to my village, and we linked through as before, her arm clutching my own. The sun was just rising over the desert as we appeared in front of the waterfall. I took her by the ahnd, and together we walked to my house. Ta'Kaira was amazed by all of this. She never knew for sure what my home would look like. "It is all so beautiful" she told me. "I've never seen anything like it in all of my life". I knocked on the wooden door of my house once again, and my father answered the door. "Devokan? You're back my son!" He came out and hugged me firmly."We've been so worried, your mother and I. Where have you been for so long?" He noticed Ta'Kaira beside me. "Who is this, my son?". "Father, this is Ta'Kaira. She is my-" but before I could finish, Ta'Kaira siad "I am his love. I come from D'ni". My father looked as dumbfounded as I did. "Please, come in" my father said. "Devokan, may I speak with you a moment." It wasn't a question, it was a command. We walked inside, and Ta'Kaira sat down on a chair in the family room. My father walked into his room, and I followed him. My mother was there, still asleep."Devokan" he said, "I know you are growing older, but do you know about love? Are you ready for such a responsibility?". "Yes, I am, father. I love her, and she loves me. She tried to save me back in D'ni, and then I saved her by linking her to Choorahl. This was three days ago-in Choorahl time. I may have been there for weeks with her in our time". "Devokan, do you really-". "Yes! I love her. I love her more than life. She loves me as well. Please, can't you understand that?". My father's head dropped. He looked sad. He didn't speak for quite some time. Then he spoke to me. "I can see that you would do anything for her. You would even argue with your father" he said, "I want you to be happy, but I do not want you to be rash. Love is very strange. It can be good, or it can be bad. I hope you know what you are getting into". "But you and mother love one another. It's the same thing. I love Ta'Kaira". My father looked sad, but slowly he smiled."Go to her, then. I'm proud of you son, don't ever forget that". I hugged him, and then went to sit with Ta'Kaira. Mother woke up a while ago while my father and I were talking, and she and Ta'Kaira were getting along just fine. I kissed my mother on the cheek, and kissed Ta'Kaira on the lips as we usually did.
  18. Naigahsehn


    Hope: The Story of Devokan Note: D'ni, Ae'gura, and all other Myst-related names, places, etc. are a product of Cyan Inc., and not myself. Thank you. This story does follow the D'ni canon to some degree-it does not, however, actually happen in the historical accounts of D'ni. I've just made it up. Prologue There was a story, passed down in my village for generations. It told of a mighty people who, after coming to this world and settleing deep beneath the Earth, noticed that the shafts used to bring fresh air from the surface could not support their growing numbers. So their king, Ri'Neref, tasked the workers of the Guild of Miners' and the Guild of Stone-Masons' to widen the shafts and install large fans. When their task was complete, the workers and guildsmen returned to the City. But their numbers had decreased. The king grew worried and asked the men what had happened. They said that a few workers had moved up the shaft, and had either found their way to the surface or died. The king didn't know what to believe. Later, a small search party was sent to locate them, but they returned empty handed. The lost workers were presummed dead. It has been more than one thousand years since that happened. Those workers-my ancestors-did indeed make it to the surface. My family met a tribe of Ahrotahntee-Others-and decided to live along in harmony with them. My family had been a wealthy one in D'ni. They had been not only a part of the Stone-Masons' Guild, but my great-great-great-grandfather Tso'Jahrah had been a part of the Writers' Guild as well. He knew the secret Art of the D'ni. He made a constitution to himself and to the rest of the family that day they surfaced form the shafts that he would teach only the eldest of the next generation the Art, and that that child would then teach it to the next eldest within the next generation, and so on. That way, he thought, the Ahrotahntee and other D'ni workers who made it to the surface would not abuse the Art, and the Art would be kept safe. My great-great-grandfather had learned the Art from Tso'Jahrah, who then taught my great-grandfather. He taught my grandfather, who then went on to teach it to my uncle Gartenar. I am the next to be taught the Art, though I didn't know it at the time. I am Devokan-'Hope'. My mother believed me to be a gifted child, that one day I may help my people. This is my story. Part I "Devokan," my uncle said. "Come with me. I have something I must tell to you alone, in private." I nodded my head in approval, and followed my uncle to his home just down the cliff. The village I grew up in was a large one, built into the face of a large cliff face. The houses were made of stone, adobe bricks (clay), grass, and wood. Ladders were used to reach the different levels of the village. A stream was near enough to the village that we had plenty of water-a waterfall even fell down the cliff face in the centre of the village and flowed down hill to feed the stream. There was very little trees around the village, and the wood we did have was given to us by trade from another village far up in the mountains. The people of my village were split into three unique peoples. The first had dark hair, tall, and had tanned skin. The second was paler, and had many hair colors of various brown. And the third had mixed charachteristics of the other two. I was tall for my age, with a slightly tanned pale skin, blue eyes, and had curly, dirty blonde hair. My uncle Gartenar had thick black hair, was reletively short, and had pale skin. "We're here" he said as we came to the front step of his house. His house was built nearer to the stream and was much farther down the cliff than mine."Please, go to my study" he told me. "I will meet you there in half a minute". We walked inside, and he turned down a small corridor to my right and went off down a flight of steps. I, on the other hand, walked straight ahead from the entrance and came to a wooden door. It was open, and I stepped inside and sat down on one of my uncle's wooden chairs. The room was small, but cozy. On the farthest wall, to my left, was a set of shelves built into the rock wall-the room itself was in the cliff itself. There were no windows, only a small chandelllier of sorts overhead. It was unlit. The room was lighted only by the sunlight penetrating through the entrance door, which was kept open. A desk of stone was in the room as well, and on it were animal hides, papers, and books. I picked up one of the books and peered inside. Blank. I checked another. Blank as well. I looked inside all of my uncle's books-all of them were blank, except for one. The writing was beautiful, almost like a design of some sorts, but very alien to me. I couldn't make out a single word. Gartenar walked in. "Devokan" he said, "I have something to tell you". "What is it?" I said. "You know the story of our people-you know the legend of the D'ni, correct". "Yes, but it is just a story for the young children to fantasize about". "Oh how wrong you are, young one, how wrong you are". Devokan was taken aback by this. But I thought it was just a story. Gartenar reached out to pick up the book I had just looked at a moment ago, and skimmed through its pages to make sure it was the right one. "This, Devokan" he said to me, "is a Descriptive Book. I've been working on it for quite some time. Don't look so confused," he said as he noticed my face looked extremely flabbergasted. "It is a skill, passed down by the eldest in each generation of our family". "But what does this have to do with me?" I asked, though sort of afraid to discover the answer. "You are the eldest child. I was too, back in my youth. I learned the Art from my father, and now, I must teach it to you". Devokan did not know what to say. He wasn't quite sure what the "Art" was-he had only heard stories. But he had always believed them to be false. But now... For the next few days, I visited my uncle. There, in his study, I was taught the basics of the Art. I, surprisingly, caught on quikly. And though I had my doubts, I grew more and more to like the lessons. Almost a year later, after all my lessons were complete, I created my first Age-Choorahl (D'ni for "Learning"). A celebration was held that night with my family there. "Oh my son," my mother said to me,"I am so proud of you". She kissed my cheek, and I felt very embarrassed, but loved none-the-less. My father Aidiesh gave me a firm embrace, and said he too was very proud of me. Then my uncle Gartenar stepped forward, and called for attention. "Devokan," he said, "come here. I have something I must give to you". I walked forwards; all eyes upon me. My uncle gave me an embrace much like my father had, and turned to the others. "We are proud of your accomplishments, Devokan. You're heart, mind, and soul has enabled you to learn, and learn you have". He picked up Choorahl, and opened it to the gateway image near the back of the book for everyone to see. Then, he turned towards me once more, and handed me Choorahl and three other books. "This book is called a Linking book" he said as he gave me the first, "it will allow you to return home, here in the village. Do not lose it. This other book," he said, "is a Kornee'ah-a blank book. Use it to write a Linking Book in Choorahl and bring it back. This will be used to link to your Age-the Descriptive Book will be placed in my study for protection". Then, he gave me the last book. It was worn, and very fine. The cover was aged, and when I opened it, the pages were quite old. "This book," he announced not only to me but to the others, "is also a Linking Book. But this book will lead you to D'ni". My family all looked awed at this, and some even gasped. I didn't understand what was so awesome about that old book. "You cannot use it here," Gartenar said to me, "for a Linking Book cannot work right within the Age it was written in. Take it to Choorahl, and use it there if you want". I looked at my family-my mother and father, holding each other close; my mother crying a little as she waved her farewells. I smiled back at her and father, opened the Choorahl Book, and faded away in a sudden lurch. I felt drawn into the pages themselves. The next moment, I was standing in my Age. The sky was black and lit up with countless stars-it was nighttime on Choorahl. I headed off to explore the Age. From what I know and have seen here, Choorahl is a large, round island. A giant pillar-like mountain rises up from it's centre and penetrates the clouds high above. Forests of deciduious trees-oaks, elms, birches, and maples- grow throughout the island, along with the occasional pine. A stream, fed by a small lake at the mountains' base, flows out to the sea from the centre of the island. The lake is fed by a giant waterfall, which falls from the tall peak and billows down into the lake at it's base. The air was clean and crisp with a cool spring breeze that night. Out in the heavens, I see two moons-one small and bright white, the other larger and a duller hue. It is almost exactly the way I invisioned it when I wrote it. I found a small cave near the foothills of the mountain, and fell asleep there. It was a comfortable size, and I was so sleepy from the celebration earlier. I would explore the Age more thoroughly tomorrow. When I awoke, I emerged from the cave well rested. I had an idea for a shelter, and I scribbled it down in a blank journal I had in my pack (I brought a few of them so as I could use them to just scribble down notes and sketches of my Age for future references). When I finished writing in my journal, I walked to the stream and took a long thirst-quenching taste. The water was so fresh and clean. It had an almost sweet taste to it, like honey of sorts. I took more mouthfuls of it until I had my fill, and then resumed my explorations. I walked around the entire western side of the island (atleast, I believe it was the western side). The day went by so fast-quite literally. The small, yellowish white sun of Choorahl crossed the sky in, only what I can guess, must have been ten hours or less. The days were just naturally shorter here, I thought. I had made a few quick sketches in my journal of different plants I had encountered that day, as well as a few notes on some animals I had witnessed in the forest. There were many birds big and small, a variety of flower-loving insects, an occasional small furry creature high up in the limbs of the trees, and once, I had seen a larger creature that reminded me so much of a coyote from home. As the sun set and evening approached, I made my way back to the cave I had slept in the night before. I bundled myself up in a spare cloak I brought with me, and fell asleep. I was so hungry that night. I noticed some fruits and berries in the forests throughout the island-some not that far from the cave. I even remember seeing some fish in the stream. Tomorrow, I thought to myself, I'll forage for food and try to catch a couple fish. The sounds of a howl in the early morning woke me up quite frightfully. I got up, fetched a basket from my pack (my mother, father and I had packed a few essestials for my excursion a few days in advance when I told them about my Age before the ceremony). I went to the clearing nearby where I remembered seeing the fruits and berries and found them there waiting for me. I knelt down beside a berry bush and started picking as much as I could and put them into my basket. I ate a couple here and there as I picked them. They were sweet and sugary, almost like the water, but with a bit more flavour. They reminded me so much of blueberries me and my mother used to pick out in the mountain passes back at home. My mother. She must be worried about me. When I had foraged as much as I could carry, I returned to the cave. I placed them in there, and had ate a few more before I went out again. I had to go out and catch some fish. I'm so hungry! I grabbed a stick as I made my way to the stream. I took out a small stone knife from my pocket and whittled the end of the stick down to a sharp point. I'll be eating fish in no time. I came to the edge of the stream, and found a school of salmon with a first glance. I waded very carefully into the water, trying so hard not to scare them away. When I got near enough as I could without scaring them away, I jabbed my stick into the water. There was a lot of splashing and thrashing, and I got soaking wet, and more than half of the school swam away, but as I emerged from the water I held my prize-three large, shining salmon. I did it. I ran back to the cave, put the fish down on my soaking wet clothes (which I took off so as to let dry for later), and ran out into the bush to find sticks and tinder for a fire. In about an hour, I had a fire going, and in about half an hour I was skinning and cutting the salmon, and about half an hour after that I was enjoying my meal y the firelight as the sun set. The salmon was delicious, and for dessert I had a few more berries. Atleast I wouldn't starve here, I thought as I ate my well-earned meal. After the meal, I put the fire out and went to bed. The next morning, I started to write the Linking Book that would return me to this Age. I chose the area just outside the cave as my point of return. It took me the whole day, and half of the night, but I managed to finish the Book. I gathered my belongings together as I planned to return home the next day. I was taking everything back with me-even the leftover food. I couldn't sleep that night, as I waited to link home when the sun rose. The light of the sun shone over the eastern horizon a few hours after, and I put my hand upon the gateway image. Another lurch forward into the page, and I dematerialized just like before . I rematerialized in the village, near the waterfall facing out towards the desert. I ran home to tell my parents that I was home. I went through the door, and when they saw me I was greeted just as I had expected. My mother smiled and grabbed me up into her strong arms and hugged me. "My son, oh how I missed you so." "I was only gone a few days mother." I said."Son," my father said to me as he gave me a firm hug. "I am still proud of you. I want you to tell me all about your adventure". So we all sat down and I told my parents all about Choorahl. I showed them my journal with all the sketches and notes."Oh, I almost forgot" I said while we talked. "I brought some food back from Choorahl. I want you to try it". And so my mother tried the food first. She fell in love with it almost instantly. Then my father tried it, and with a smile on his face, said to me "Devokan, I haven't tasted anything like this before. It is so sweet and delicious". Later, I went to visit my uncle. I knocked on his door, and he opened it. He smiled and said "Devokan, I did not know you had returned. Did you write the Book?". "Yes, uncle, I did." I handed it to him, and he looked it over. "This is most impressive, Devokan, most impressive." He handed the book back to me. "Keep it with you, and take care of it. Go back and write more if you must. Here," he said, running inside and returning with a pile of books."Use these. And take this aswell. It's another Linking Book back to the village. I want you to make a couple copies of this as well, so you can have them just in case." I was happy to recieve the Books from him and thanked him. I returned home to tell my parents that I would be leaving for Choorahl again soon, and I went to pack more utensils. I packed another basket, a watertight bag for carrying water in, a few inkwells, a couple pens, a few pairs of clothes, a blanket for keeping warm, and a hatchet and hammer so I could make that shelter I had scribbled into my journal before. Two days later, I was back in Choorahl. I began work on my shelter almost immediately. For the next few days I worked hard cutting and shaping wood, and also had to forage for more berries and fruits. In the end, I had a small cozy shelter built over the door of the cave. It added a lot more space to put my belongings. It was atleast one story high, with a wooden door large enough for me to enter without any problem. The shelter also had adobe bricks and stones to strengthen it (I had found a large deposit of clay nearby, near the stream). It reminded me of home slightly. In the cave, which was located behind a leather hide which hid the door, I built a small bed of thatched wood and long reed-like grass, and I built a make-shift bookshelf to place my journals and Linking books on. I rested for a whole day after working on the shelter. That night I spent my first night in it, but of course I slept on my bed in the cave. In the morning I started working on the writing more Linking Books to Choorahl. I would bring them home later, and keep one or two here for safe keeping. I wrote them much faster than I had written the first. I had some fruits for supper that night. These fruits were different than the berries-they were larger, and grew on certain trees. They were a light pinkish orange, and had a furry appearance. The stem was thin, and the few leaves that came down with it when I picked them were small and pointy. The fruits were even sweeter than the berries, too. I planted the tiny seeds that I found in near it's centre. I had explored the entire island by now. I knew almost every clearing, every tree, and every animal's nest and den by heart. I had spent over a month there on Choorahl. I was growing used to it, and even started calling it 'home'. I loved it there. But after so much time spent there, I grew tired of it a little. I wanted something more-something different. Then I remembered the book that my uncle Gartenar gave to me. The one that he told me to use when I was here. The D'ni Book."I think I'll link to D'ni tomorrow" I said to myself. The next morning, I gathered a few things I thought I'd need- a journal, a Link back to Choorahl, some berries and fruits, and a waterbag. I pulled out the D'ni Book. I skimmed through it's aged pages, finding the Gateway image near the back of the book, placing my palm against the page and feeling that sickening jolt as I linked to D'ni.
  19. Thanks, lego_addict. I've been meaning to add more dialogue, but I haven't got around to doing so just yet. But I will when I can
  20. Oh, I have another story on the go as well-it's called Hope. I'll tell you more about it later
  21. I added what I have made so far. Hope you enjoy Remember, please critisize (not to much, though, but enough) p.s: It's in the Library (Mred)
  22. "No!" Gehn yelled. He rushed towards his son, Atrus, hoping to knock him over before he linked through his book. Atrus' wife Catherine had already linked into the book, entitled Myst. Gehn could not let his son escape and leave him traped there on Riven. He couldn't do that to his own father, could he? But Gehn was a heartless man, and deserved his punishment. Atrus stood over a large gaping crack-the Star Fissure. He jumped into its dark depths before his father could grab him, placing his hand on the glowing panel, and linking to the Age of Myst, leaving his Gehn trapped on Riven for all eternity. Gehn fell to his knees. He was too late. His only son had left him there on that god-forsaken stump of an Age with no way off of it. He cursed Atrus; he cursed Catherine, and with his breath growing quicker, he cursed his mother, Riven, and all the inhabitants that lived there. More than a year had passed since that unfortunate event occured. Atrus, Catherine, their first son Achenar, and Atrus' grandmother, Ti'anna, were enjoying life on the peaceful island of Myst. Giant redwood trees grew on its' western side, complete with a cabin and a generator; a large library, which led to an underground chamber full of rooms and an observation tower lied deep within a tall mountain on its' eastern side. Beside the library was a planetarium, and to the south of that was a large dock and a platform with two giant, black, metal gears. Off to the west of theisland was another, smaller island, fitted with a clock tower with the word Myst written on its face. To the north was a spaceship on what seemed to be a landing pad. All was quiet and beautiful there on Myst. Achenar, however, was a very emotional child. He had always acted out on his emotions and threw tantrums, hit others, cried, and sulked constantly. The only person who understood him was his great-grandmother, Ti'anna. She had always looked out for him, just as she had done for Atrus so long ago. She told Achenar stories about D'ni before the Fall; stories about her late husband Aitrus before his tragic death. It was during the stories about her husband that she became sad, and then Achenar looked up at her, smiled, then gave her a hug with a kiss on the cheek to make her feel better. The two of them, they always seemed to get along. Then Sirrus came into the picture. Sirrus was an intelligent boy, to say the least, but he was also very bossy and spoiled and greedy. Yes, greedy. He always told his brother Achenar, who was almost five years older, to grow up and to stop crying all the time. He ordered Achenar around and told him what to do since the day he learned to speak. Achenar never liked that, but being already an emotional wreak, he took it all in. Soon after Sirrus' birth, tradgedy struck Atrus' family: Ti'anna, Acheanrs' best friend and great storyteller, had died. Achenar grieved more than anyone-even more than his father whom was raised by her from his youngest days. He wept over her grave day in and day out, and everyday Sirrus told him to forget her and to grow up. He didn't care about her, Achenar thought. I wish he'd never been born! Soon after all of this, Achenar did "grow up". He began to hide all his emotions, all except for two: envy and hate. Envy over his fathers' precious, beautiful worlds; worlds Achenar knew he could never write for his own. And hate for all living things; his Father for not being there for him when Ti'anna died, Sirrus for being so bossy, his mother for just not doing anything to help him through all of this, and inhabitants of his fathers' Ages just because his father "created" them. Sirrus and Achenar. The two of them were still brothers, no matter how much they fought and argued. Together they helped their father during his wild experiments on, and explorations of, his Ages. Everdunes, Terrel, Channelwood, Selenitic, Mechanical, Stoneship, Rime; all were easily accessed from the library on Myst. The one Age that the two spent a lot of time on as children was Channelwood. Atrus allowed them to stay there for weeks on end because they were having fun there and were befriending the people of that Age quite quickly. During their youth, Sirrus and Achenar (though impatient and sometimes a litle spoiled) were just regular children. That is, until the Black Ships came around. While on Mechanical Age one day, Sirrus and Achenar came across a group of pirates and thieves that were planning on destroying their fathers' fortress. The two boys joined the pirates after thinking that this would be fun and different from their regular routine. The pirates called themselves the Black Ships. They flew a black flag with a silver crescent moon and a star in it's centre. They had hundreds of ships in their fleet. Sirrus and Achenar went with the pirates, stealing and looting nearby cities (other than the Fortress) and grew more and more with lust and greed. They started to do in on their fathers other ages as well; stealing from the people of Terrel, and killing the people of Everdunes. Even Narayan, one of the Ages Atrus made to teach his sons the Art, was plundered and nearly destroyed. And that wasn't all. They started to rule over the Ages as kings. They started to tax, kill, and torture the inhabitants. People whom were once their friends were being killed. Channelwood, Stoneship, Everdunes, Mechanical; all of them were nearly wiped of all human life. And after all of this, Sirrus and Achenar even took out the Black Ship pirates when they attacked their fathers nearly indestructible fortress. Sirrus and Achenar became full of pride, lust, greed, and hunger; hunger for power and domination over all the Ages. Their reign of terror was so destructive, so vast, how could it be stopped? "Finish him!" Gehn yelled as the gallows lowered the helpless man nearer to the sea; nearer to the gaping jaws of the hungry Wahrk. A terrible scream, then a splash, and the Wahrk and the man were gone. "Excellent," Gehn said to one of his Guard nearby. "Soon, those damned Moiety will realize whom they are dealing with". The frightened guard only nodded his head in approval. Gehn was overlord-no, God-of the Age of Riven. He was ruthless towards all, and even more ruthless against any who opposed him. And the Moiety; Gehn hated them the most. Ever since his son trapped him there on Riven ten years ago, a group of rebels began to believe that their so called "god" Gehn had no power, but that his son Atrus was a saviour to them. They began to revolt, and fight back against Gehn. They lived in the jungles of Riven, and any Guard of Gehn who happened to walk into their domain would be found the next day dead, with a strange knife in his back. This knife was their symbol. Its' blade was triangular in shape, and it's hilt was a circle (usually with a glowing firemarble inside), which had a small flat platform welded to it.
  23. Sofar, it's going along at a faster pace then I first expected. I've written the part about their younger days when they weren't so evil; I am now going on to describing Gehn and how he's making out in Riven as their new Leader, and describing how Sirrus and Achenar are destroying the lives of the inhabitants of their fathers' Ages.
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