The Giant of Rainy Grove - Chapter 4 (Rewrite)What is this? Grace didn’t speak the words aloud, unwilling to interrupt the scene unfolding before her. She hung back from the man who so violently destroyed her uncle’s tavern and just watched in silence. Grace held her brother tightly to her, her arms pressing him to her side and unwilling to let him move an inch; though he stank of sweat, though he was muddied and bloodied, she didn’t care so long as he stayed close to her. Uncle Will stood behind the two of them, uneasy hands set upon both of their shoulders.
They stood behind the old wood mill. To the left was the building, to the right burbled a small creek, and in the middle of the two opposing elements sat an old wooden cart. On the cart was a large mass of something, and it was covered with a few large, red-soaked linen. Around the cart, spread out behind the mill, were hunters. There was Lucas leaning against the mill with his arms folded, squinting his grey eyes at the stranger. Henry was standing near the
The Giant of Rainy Grove - Chapter 3 (Rewrite)“Hair like fire, I tell you! Oh, and the prettiest little giggle you ever heard, like starlight.”
“That don’t make sense. Light don’t make sound, and stars don’t make sound.”
“You just don’t have no ‘magination! It’s… it’s… damn the deeps, what’s that word?”
Grace wasn’t paying particular attention to the conversations buzzing around the bar. As usual, she darted back and forth behind the long wooden surface to collect glasses, pour drinks, collect money, and wipe down spills. She happened to pass by at just the right time to catch old man Hammont’s conversation with Mister Gartan.
“Imagery,” Grace supplied, breezing by the two men to catch the glass teetering on the edge of the bar. Sometimes it surprised people, the things she knew. She didn’t think it was so surprising; every strange word, every wonderful place, every new idea sat in the printed pages of book
The Giant of Rainy Grove - Chapter 2 (Rewrite)Owen Blue gulped as the sun slipped from his view, obscured by the thick branches above his head. Strong spring winds whistled through those branches and into his eardrums, where the chilly air became a gentle growl against the numb shell of his ear. His arms, despite his coat, were covered with goosebumps and every few minutes, Owen would give a sudden, violent shiver. He attempted to wrap his coat more tightly around him, but it was just no use. They lived so close to the sea that the humidity in the air coupled with the low temperatures stabbed right through his clothing and into his very bones. The magnificent mountains that sheltered them from the sea storms to the East also ensured that the sunlight didn’t touch the ground until well into the morning. Currently, it was only seven in the morning. The satchel over his shoulder felt twice as heavy as when he first started this trek, and so did his boots. They’d been walking for over an hour now, and there was no sign of
The Giant of Rainy Grove - Chapter 1 (Rewrite)She’d never seen a tree so large before, so baffling in its height that she couldn’t fully comprehend it. When she looked up into the clouds, squinting to understand, it didn’t look like a tree. It looked like a road. Winding and imperfect in its straightness, but a road all the same. She stood at the foot of it and craned her neck, but the top of the tree was so tall that it disappeared into the sky above. She didn’t know how long she stood there for- hours? Days? It was hard to tell. And why couldn’t she look away from the tree? She knew that there was grass around her, wind blowing, sun shining, but she couldn’t look. No, it wasn’t that she couldn’t, she just didn’t want to. There was a feeling, and instinct, that if she let her eyes wander from the tree, then she would be lost.
“Grace,” the wind whispered, blowing her hair up and around her like a dark curtain. She knew that voice, but she couldn’t place it
The Giant of Rainy Grove - Prologue (Rewrite)She didn’t know what love was before, not really. There was love for her parents, love for laughter, love for a bright day, but nothing like this. Nothing like Florian. The all-consuming burn that filled her chest when he stood close, the raging storm flowing along her skin wherever his fingers traveled, the feeling of being so complete and full of him that she was set to burst- that was what he brought forth in her. Love. It was passion, yes, and it was addiction. He consumed her and set her free all at once. It was illogical and frenzied, steady and sure. She was positive that he was her forever, the kind that she would only see- only feel- once in this long lifetime.
She was young, but not so young that she couldn’t split her life into two parts- before and after him. Before, she got into trouble for the sake of the thrill, to feel that prickle along her skin that always arose when she was walking away from a market stall or a crowd. She was hooked on the pit that grew i
The Giant of Rainy Grove (GT) - Chapter 6(OLD)Alistair stepped outside and closed the door softly behind him. The dew on the grass caught the early morning sunlight and sparkled like hundreds of diamonds. He crossed the garden without looking around him and stopped in front of a tall tree with a small house nestled in its branches. He stooped to knock. He waited for a few moments and knocked again, louder.
“Just a moment.” The petite woman yawned and padded across the treehouse floor. Alistair’s large form greeted her as she opened the door.
She rubbed her eyes. “What’s going on? I thought my house was about to be knocked down again.”
“That’s not funny, Dewdrop.”
She giggled. "I mean even if it did, you'd have to build it up all over again. I need a bigger kitchen."
She almost caught Alistair grinning, but he quickly wiped it off his face.
Dewdrop's expression became somber. “I saw Paul in my dream last night, and his expression was that of pure happiness and bliss. That'
The Giant of Rainy Grove (GT) - Chapter 5(OLD)Grace fastened the buckle on her satchel with a snap. Inside were three well-worn dresses, an intricately carved comb that had belonged to her mother, and a few other keepsakes.
She looked around the wooden house she had called home all her life. The ceilings were so low that she could touch them with her fingers if she stood on tiptoe, but the house was immaculate. In winter, the smell of the fireplace greeted her when she came home. In spring and summer, the kitchen smelled of seasonal flowers, and in fall, apples.
Her father had carved the chairs of dark oak, like the tables, and forest green cushions rested on them. A large oval window let the afternoon sunlight in, illuminating Grace’s friends and Owen, who stood apart, gazing outside.
Grace’s best friend Jane watched her, teary eyed. With a quick movement, Jane unclasped her own necklace and fastened it around Grace’s neck. “So you won’t forget me. Or us,” she added, nodding to Maria and Diane.
The Giant of Rainy Grove (GT) - Chapter 4 (OLD)Emery led Grace, Owen, and Will across the clearing to the giant. “Just to clarify, you were on your way home when Randy’s men killed the child, right?” Emery asked in a low voice.
They approached, sidestepping Roland’s twisted body. The corpses of the other men lay scattered around the mountainous figure of the still-kneeling giant. One was draped over a tree branch like a piece of discarded clothing. Randy yelped in horror as the giant crushed the last of his men in his fist. The giant’s ice blue eyes narrowed. “My son was five years old,” he growled. “Before I kill you, I will break five of your bones. Slowly”
“Giant!” Emery’s authoritative, baritone voice rang out in the night.
The large head turned, cold eyes scrutinizing the group of humans who dared to approach him and his prey. “Speak, human.”
“On behalf of the village of Rainy Grove, I am deeply sorry for the death of your so
The Giant of Rainy Grove (GT) - Chapter 3 (OLD)“What is this?”
Grace’s jaw dropped. A large, wooden cart sat behind Woodcutter Sam’s shop. Something huge covered with a white cloth lay on top of the wooden cart.
Could this be his son?
Grace did not want to know what was hidden under the cloth. She looked at the man next to her, only to see his eyes widen with rage. He snarled, “Remove the cloth!”
Owen, his body shivering in terror, untied the ropes that bound the covered body. As he removed the white material, Grace gasped and placed her hand over her mouth, fighting the urge to scream.
It was a giant. A giant child. Cuts and scratches marred the dead boy’s face, and Grace stared at Owen in complete horror.
“Owen...did you do this?”
Owen dropped to his knees, covered his face, and began sobbing.
Grace refused to believe her brother was a killer. She glared at Randy, who was still in the man’s grip. The stranger’s reaction astounded her. What had begun as pure rage fa
The Giant of Rainy Grove(GT) - Chapter 2 (OLD)“Grace!” Will called from behind the bar. “I’ve got five ale specials for Randy’s table. Run them on over.”
Grace sighed, her chocolate brown hair falling over her shoulders. She pulled it back into a bun and picked up the tray full of glasses. The ale sloshed onto the wood as it so frequently did. She made her way to the table in question, doing her best to keep smiling. Randy was a man that Grace was not in the mood to see or interact with. He and his men had just returned from their hunting trip and she dreaded the loud boasting that would soon follow.
Her brother Owen had tagged along, much to her surprise. When Grace didn’t see him sitting with the group, she became worried. Randy and his men were in high spirits, beating tables, singing, and chanting loudly. He turned and met her gaze with a smirk as she approached with the tray of drinks. His eyes lingered on her breasts, sending a shiver of disgust down her spine.
“My dear Grace,
An RP Story: The Guardian Genie (Part 2)
Robin decided to run in the opposite direction from the two giants. But then all of a sudden, under her step she heard a "Click!" And the second after she was falling. It was a trap and she triggered it, she screamed as she was falling into a sort of river.
As Robin emerged out of the water, the strong stream of the river carried her down deeper in the tunnel. Her first thought was screaming for help "HELP ME!!!" Robin shouted as she flailed her arms and tried hard to keep her head above water.
The current was too strong for her as it brought the helpless child at a giant whirlpool leading to an unknown destination underwater.
But as that happened, the ring on her finger started glowing.
Robin squirmed in the water with her arms in the air as she’s sinking in the whirlpool. As her hand was about to disappear under water, she caught something and instinctively held onto it and then it lifted her out of the water then into the air.
When she l
An RP Story: The Guardian Genie (Part 1)
An RP Story: The Guardian Genie
By: PinoyKambal and Major-Owen
In a faraway land, there's a city built by giants in the middle of the desert. Attracting caravans and merchants from all around, the city is like a shinning diamond lost in an endless sea of sand.
Every day the market was bustling with various people, either be giants or smaller beings seeking fortunes from their stock or performance. Honoring and spreading the rumors that everything could be found in this city even genies lamps and rings.
Our tale begins in the night of this one street of the city, through the window of a shady looking shop lived a little red haired human child sleeping soundly in a tiny cage until she was forcefully woken up by the giant merchant and owner of the shop. He slapped the bars of the tiny cage where the little girl was detained and shouted "Wake up, runt! It's not the time for sleeping! If you had brought back something more valuable than last time, I wouldn't ha
The Rowan Tree: Chapter 26Rowan sat quietly at her small table, poking at, but not eating, the meal that Seamus had prepared for her as she kept her eyes down. Seamus sat across from her at the larger table that her smaller one was atop, eating his own meal and consistently looking up at her with concerned emerald eyes. She could see him looking at her, but she made sure not to meet his gaze no matter what, focusing her eyes instead on the meal that she had no interest in eating. She then heard her giant guardian clear his throat awkwardly before finally speaking over the deafening silence.
“I made some fresh brown bread as well if you’d like to have some of that later,” she heard him say. Rowan simply ignored him as she continued to poke at her food. She heard him sigh in response to her silence before continuing to eat his meal. A few awkwardly silent moments later, he spoke again. “I…thought I’d do some work out in the garden today
The Rowan Tree: Chapter 25Ronan puffed heavily on his pipe as he thumbed through his book. This was about the fourth time he’d read the whole thing all the way through now, and yet he still continued to scan each page with utmost scrutiny through his spectacles as he sat outside in the village center where several other Fomorians were out enjoying the last few hours of daylight before dusk fell. Eamon sat next to him playing with his daughter Aisling on his lap. Eventually, Ronan found that he had come to the end of his book yet again. Sighing, he closed it and removed his glasses to rub his weary eyes.
“Bee in yer bonnet, mate?” Eamon then asked as he looked at his friend.
“Nah…” Ronan replied, shaking his head. Eamon’s eyes then flicked down to the book in his lap as he reached over to pick it up while holding his squirming child with his other hand.
“’Human Medicine?’” Eamon then said, reading the cover aloud as h
The Rowan Tree: Chapter 24Thea smiled and took a deep bow as the audience on the street clapped and cheered for her, throwing a few coins her way. It was nearing the end of the day, and this always proved to be a profitable time to perform in the street right across from the tavern as many people were usually on their way there to drink away their troubles after a long, hard day’s work. Now that it was getting colder though with the approaching winter, business was a bit slower, so she did her best to make sure that she performed as often as she could and in the most populous parts of town.
As the audience dispersed, the young Gypsy knelt to the ground to gather up her day’s earnings until she felt a shadow looming over her. Looking up, she found herself gazing into the hard, leathery face of the tavern owner, known as Bromley. The large, burly, middle-aged man was scowling hard down at her.
“Thea, you little tart!” he growled with breath that wreaked of gi
The Rowan Tree: Chapter 23Seamus sat alone in his chair in front of the fire, slumped over with his hands on his head and eyes fixed on the floor. His whole body was trembling from head to foot, his heart was pounding, and his stomach was in knots. He’d felt this way ever Padraig and Dougal had come bursting in, crying and hysterical, and told him that they couldn’t find Rowan a few hours ago. Their parents along with Ronan and his family were all there by then, and as soon as the boys had told them what had happened, they had all become deeply concerned.
Seamus, of course, was beside himself with worry, and after thoroughly and intensely questioning the young boys about where they’d last seen his beloved girl, he had quickly stormed out the door to go looking for her, only to be stopped by Eamon. “Seamus, calm yourself now, boyo!” he’d said to his frantic younger friend as he put his hands on his shoulders.
“The hell do ya mean calm meself?!
The Rowan Tree: Chapter 22By the time Thea finally made her way back to town, it was nearly dark. This was hardly an issue though; she was quite used to making her way around in the dark. In fact, she often preferred the cover of darkness to the glaring of daytime; it meant she could move about a bit more freely and without having to constantly be stopped by suspicious figures of authority who always assumed she was up to some sort of crime. Such was the life of a Gypsy.
She quickly wove her way through the streets and dark alleyways, trying to make it back to her camp without arousing suspicion. The good thing about the Gypsy camp that made it a safe-haven was that no one, other than the Gypsies themselves, knew where it was. Thea intended to keep it that way. She was cutting through the final alley in town which served as a short-cut to the camp when she suddenly felt a strong hand catch her arm. Gasping with shock, she turned with wide, fearful eyes towards the face
The Rowan Tree: Chapter 21“Rowan,” the woman repeated softly as she held the small child closer to her, eyes scanning over her body and pushing her wet blonde curls out of her face. Her one hand then moved down to Rowan’s forearm, causing the child to wince and yelp with pain at the sudden sensation she felt. “You’re alright, Rowan, you just have a small cut here,” the woman said. Looking down, she could see a long stream of red blood mixed with water was running its way down her arm from a cut near her elbow.
“Don’t worry, we can fix that right up,” the woman then said, offering her a small smile. She then reached over and grabbed what appeared to be a large knapsack which she began digging through. As she searched for whatever it was that she was looking for, Rowan took the opportunity to fully observe the person who had rescued her for the first time.
It was surreal for her to see someone close to her size for the first time
The Rowan Tree: Chapter 20A loud, eager knock sounded at the door, causing Rowan to immediately jump up with excitement from where she sat at her small table upon the giant one. “Seamus!” she called out. “Paddy and Dougal are here!” She watched the door with anticipation, but when her giant guardian didn’t immediately appear, she grew impatient. A second knocking then came. “Seamus!” she called out again, this time a little louder.
“Aye, aye! I’m coming!” she then heard the giant’s voice call out from his bedroom. “Just hold yer horses, will ya?” he then added as he entered the room and looked over at Rowan with an amused smile. “Jeez lass, ya look as though yer ready to burst!” he said to the excited child, but Rowan just pointed at the door and gave a stomp of her little foot, urging him to just go and open it already. Seamus raised his eyebrows at this. “
The Rowan Tree: Chapter 19The Fomorian chief woke from his sleep with a gasp. For the briefest of moments, his arm searched for another body that he expected to be lying beside him, and he felt a slight sense alarm when he discovered there was none there. But as his eye adjusted to the darkness and looked around, reality soon came flooding back into him, and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
“Just a dream…” Cillian grumbled to himself, running a hand over his face. He could see that it was still dark out. He assumed it had to be the early hours of the morning, and yet he was not unused to restless nights such as these. For he had known many over the past several years and had grown somewhat accustomed to them. Knowing he would be unable to go back to sleep, he heaved himself up off of his bed and headed over to the small wooden wash stand in the corner of his room.
Cupping his hands, he scooped up some cold water from the bowl onto his face before toweling
The Rowan Tree: Chapter 18Telling someone to keep an eye out was pretty useless advice. Any creature, no matter how helpless or stupid, knew how to look around and survey its surroundings for potential danger. Naturally, sight was very important when it came to assessing threats and keeping yourself alive, but it was the things that you didn’t see that were the most important to be aware of. That’s where listening came into play. The chief always said that a warrior’s ears were just as important as his eyes; that’s why it was of vital importance to keep both sharp. And right now, it was his ears that was were providing the chief’s young son with all the information that he needed.
The thirteen-year-old boy stood still as a stone as he scanned the stillness of the woods around him. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But as he held his breath and his keen, sensitive ears twitched ever so slightly, picking up even the faintest of sounds, he s
The Rowan Tree: Chapter 17As the Fomorian chief departed and the rest of the crowd began to slowly disperse in order to have a final drink and bid each other good-bye, Seamus found himself just standing there dumbfounded for a moment. It was a bit difficult to know how to feel with all the various emotions that were swirling around within him. He had been both horrified and worried when he realized that Rowan was in trouble. He then became furious upon seeing what Diarmuid’s son was doing to her. He was relieved soon after to discover that she was alright, and still seemed to be as he felt her huddling against his chest in his cupped hands. But then when Cillian had appeared, looking angry and disapproving as ever, his heart sank with fear as to what his brother’s reaction would be. Just when things had actually seemed to be going well for the first time, it figured that something like this would happen, doubtlessly ruining both his and Rowan’s chance of bei
Swept Away- Chapter 1
Something was different about today. Maybe it was something in the air. Or how I suddenly woke up, completely obsessed with the idea of finding a human. I just wanted to see one. With my own two eyes. In person. As fascinating as it was to read about them, and see pictures of them...I felt like nothing could compare to the real thing. To hold one...speak to one. What a crazy experience that would be. I got shivers just at the thought.
I want to meet one. So much.
I don’t know what came over me, but it was the only thing I was thinking of right now. I was just lying in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Thinking. Hoping. Praying...obsessing.
I would go to the human world, tonight. And I’m going to see a human for myself. I’ve made up my mind. Just as an involuntary smile stretched across my face at the thought, my phone started to go crazy. I looked over at my nightstand, and grabbed the small device with tir