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Sophie's Story

Novel By: peacefulmrmoo
Fantasy


Tags: Sophie's, Story


When Sophie's Clan Blood FInally Settles, She FInds herself Facing Many Difficulties... And she meets her 'Other Side' in the process. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 31, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Chapter One: A strange transformation: Sophie the girl with two sides?

A was young girl walking down the dark and derelict streets of the once glorious town of Hampshire. Her long blonde hair drifted restlessly in the cold and bitter wind. She passed dozens of ruined buildings, roofs collapsed, caving in the houses. With every step she took, her bare feet stung, numb with cold. Her dark gown danced in the wind, it was only really rags now. Her eyes were closed tight, she was still walking. The full moon didn't even light the slightest bit of ground.

She opened her eyes, they glowed blood red in the silent darkness. She kept walking, she felt like a demon, in the dead of night, walking through the derelict streets. The full moon began to shrink, as if disappearing. She blinked, and her eyes were no longer the bright red they used to be. They were now a dark brown. And the moon was gone, it had left her, standing in the bitter cold, bare footed. Her whole world spun around her. She could feel herself falling, she blacked out.

She awoke, it was sun rise. She was covered in dirt and dust. Her long blonde hair remained Un -combed and dirty. She was wearing what used to be a black gown, and was now nothing but rags, hanging off her unhealthily skinny body. She was flimsy and weak. But she was only twelve years old...

She was alone. Forgotten. Everyone had left this little island years ago. She was left here; left here to die. But she kept going, she wouldn't give up. So she tried to survive, drinking rain water, and eating anything not poisonous. It had been two years since everyone left her now; she was left here when she was nine. Now, everyone she loved is gone, after that night, now even the moon has gone, and forgotten her, it wouldn't come out again after that.

She got up, it was sunrise again. She had slept on some of the wet cobbles, after the rain storm that had just struck. She went to the water's edge and looked out over the wide sea, separating her from freedom. She sat down, her toes dipping slightly into the water. She saw the sun reflecting in the water. Wow, she thought, the sun is beautiful. She had been on this island for two years alone, but she was sure she hadn't gone insane, yet.

"Hello?" Came a faint voice from behind her. "Are you there?" she gasped, no one is on this island. She was sure of it. She hesitantly looked behind herself, not fully turning around. All she saw was the small town in the distance, not far from her. She looked back toward the ocean. "Who was it?" she asked herself. She looked down at her bare feet, they were blistered and numb with cold. She shivered. "Hello?" Came the same voice she had heard earlier. It was a young boy. Her age, it sounded. She saw him, reflected in the water. He had short brown hair, and was wearing decent clothes; a tee shirt and some jeans. She felt such a strange feeling, seeing someone, like warm mist, covering her. She couldn't speak, even though she wanted to. "Well, if you want, I can take you to my island." Sophie's eyes widened. "Yes." She said suddenly. "Okay then." The boy said, she could tell he was smiling. Sophie stood up, and turned around. He was much shorter than Sophie, then again he sounded a bit younger now. He led her to a medium sized rowing boat. They both got in, and he rowed. It was nearly sun set when they could see a large spot of land in the distance.

They rowed for another hour until they finally reached it. The boy got off, looking like he had done nothing the whole journey. So did Sophie. The small boy had walked away already, so she was at the water's edge, then, suddenly, she felt an immense pain in her back, she turned round quickly, a mocking face stared at her, she was falling, into the water.

She opened her eyes; she was on the rough sand of her familiar beach. She knew it was too perfect to be real, besides, she wouldn't have normally trusted anyone like that. She stood up, and rubbed her eyes. Then, as if something had hit her in the back, Sophie's eyes widened, and filled with tears, she fell to her knees and grabbed her stomach. She was staring at the floor fiercely. She coughed, loudly, and very painfully. Still kneeling down, grasping her stomach, Sophie kept, coughing, until eventually; she coughed, and coughed up a small iron ball. It was about the size of an eyeball. She held in her hand, it was dry, strangely.

She stood up again, held the ball firmly in her hand, and threw it at the sea. It landed with a large splash. She looked suddenly angry, like there was nothing to do but look at the sea. Her eyes flashed blood red, her teeth sharpened, slightly. Her right hand was in a tight fist. She was bearing her teeth, menacingly.

She spun around, and ran, her feet pounding hard against the ground; she stopped at the sea on the other side of the island. Her eyes glowed, bright. Then, she screamed, at the top of her lungs. Her nails began to grow, and sharpen as they did, her eyes glowed, brighter and brighter, emitted such a strong red glow. Her teeth were now razor sharp. She looked up at the sun; it was slowly fading, behind the thick grey clouds. Every time she blinked, she could feel herself losing it, becoming more and more a beast. She didn't want to, no, she couldn't. Then, she leaped, it was incredible, she jumped so far, she landed on the lush blue water, standing on it, like it were just ground. She leapt again, landing on the water again, she did this many time, until she saw a small island. She landed on it, with such balance and precision, it was super natural. Her eyes glowed brighter than ever, her teeth still razor sharp, her once blonde hair was dark as night, her rags, were a wondrous flowing black gown. Then, suddenly, a full moon appeared on her cheek. She smirked.

She was calm now, as if normal, but of course, she was anything but normal. There was a small chapel on the island, not much else though. Out of the large building came a boy her age, he was in a large otter skin hat. "So," She thought to herself "This is the otter clan." The boy walked toward her, he looked very calm, until he saw her cheek. His eyes immediately widened. He ran toward her. "What do you want with my clan, you demon!" He screeched she just stared at him. "No!" She yelled, "Stop it!" The boy baked away, back into the building. "No Sophie, I will not stop, it's time for your moon blood to awaken." said a voice, not coming from Sophie's former body, but from the air around. "No!" yelled Sophie. The body's hair began to golden, the nails began to shrink, and teeth grew flat.

Soon the body was Sophie's again, except the moon was still there, not full though, only a crescent. She felt her cheek. The boy came running out again, and saw her, in rags, weak and on her knees. He came over and helped her into the chapel.

Sophie opened her eyes; she was on a mattress, in the chapel. "Look Obb, she's waking up." came a gentle voice. The boy peered over at her and came shuffling up from across the room. He smiled warmly. Sophie sat up; she was now wearing light blue Pyjamas. She had never felt better in her whole life it felt. She looked around; there were otter skins, flags and banners, lining the white marble walls. "Excuse me?" she asked the boy "Yes?" he replied "Where am I?" Sophie asked. "You're in our clan base" Sophie looked suddenly worried. "Don't worry," he said "It's okay, our clans are allies," he said gesturing toward her cheek. Sophie let out a sigh of relief. If clans aren't allies, it's forbidden to enter each other's bases. "If you like" the boy said "We can return you to your base." Sophie nodded.

A was young girl walking down the dark and derelict streets of the once glorious town of Hampshire. Her long blonde hair drifted restlessly in the cold and bitter wind. She passed dozens of ruined buildings, roofs collapsed, caving in the houses. With every step she took, her bare feet stung, numb with cold. Her dark gown danced in the wind, it was only really rags now. Her eyes were closed tight, she was still walking. The full moon didn't even light the slightest bit of ground.

She opened her eyes, they glowed blood red in the silent darkness. She kept walking, she felt like a demon, in the dead of night, walking through the derelict streets. The full moon began to shrink, as if disappearing. She blinked, and her eyes were no longer the bright red they used to be. They were now a dark brown. And the moon was gone, it had left her, standing in the bitter cold, bare footed. Her whole world spun around her. She could feel herself falling, she blacked out.

She awoke, it was sun rise. She was covered in dirt and dust. Her long blonde hair remained Un -combed and dirty. She was wearing what used to be a black gown, and was now nothing but rags, hanging off her unhealthily skinny body. She was flimsy and weak. But she was only twelve years old...

She was alone. Forgotten. Everyone had left this little island years ago. She was left here; left here to die. But she kept going, she wouldn't give up. So she tried to survive, drinking rain water, and eating anything not poisonous. It had been two years since everyone left her now; she was left here when she was nine. Now, everyone she loved is gone, after that night, now even the moon has gone, and forgotten her, it wouldn't come out again after that.

She got up, it was sunrise again. She had slept on some of the wet cobbles, after the rain storm that had just struck. She went to the water's edge and looked out over the wide sea, separating her from freedom. She sat down, her toes dipping slightly into the water. She saw the sun reflecting in the water. Wow, she thought, the sun is beautiful. She had been on this island for two years alone, but she was sure she hadn't gone insane, yet.

"Hello?" Came a faint voice from behind her. "Are you there?" she gasped, no one is on this island. She was sure of it. She hesitantly looked behind herself, not fully turning around. All she saw was the small town in the distance, not far from her. She looked back toward the ocean. "Who was it?" she asked herself. She looked down at her bare feet, they were blistered and numb with cold. She shivered. "Hello?" Came the same voice she had heard earlier. It was a young boy. Her age, it sounded. She saw him, reflected in the water. He had short brown hair, and was wearing decent clothes; a tee shirt and some jeans. She felt such a strange feeling, seeing someone, like warm mist, covering her. She couldn't speak, even though she wanted to. "Well, if you want, I can take you to my island." Sophie's eyes widened. "Yes." She said suddenly. "Okay then." The boy said, she could tell he was smiling. Sophie stood up, and turned around. He was much shorter than Sophie, then again he sounded a bit younger now. He led her to a medium sized rowing boat. They both got in, and he rowed. It was nearly sun set when they could see a large spot of land in the distance.

They rowed for another hour until they finally reached it. The boy got off, looking like he had done nothing the whole journey. So did Sophie. The small boy had walked away already, so she was at the water's edge, then, suddenly, she felt an immense pain in her back, she turned round quickly, a mocking face stared at her, she was falling, into the water.

She opened her eyes; she was on the rough sand of her familiar beach. She knew it was too perfect to be real, besides, she wouldn't have normally trusted anyone like that. She stood up, and rubbed her eyes. Then, as if something had hit her in the back, Sophie's eyes widened, and filled with tears, she fell to her knees and grabbed her stomach. She was staring at the floor fiercely. She coughed, loudly, and very painfully. Still kneeling down, grasping her stomach, Sophie kept, coughing, until eventually; she coughed, and coughed up a small iron ball. It was about the size of an eyeball. She held in her hand, it was dry, strangely.

She stood up again, held the ball firmly in her hand, and threw it at the sea. It landed with a large splash. She looked suddenly angry, like there was nothing to do but look at the sea. Her eyes flashed blood red, her teeth sharpened, slightly. Her right hand was in a tight fist. She was bearing her teeth, menacingly.

She spun around, and ran, her feet pounding hard against the ground; she stopped at the sea on the other side of the island. Her eyes glowed, bright. Then, she screamed, at the top of her lungs. Her nails began to grow, and sharpen as they did, her eyes glowed, brighter and brighter, emitted such a strong red glow. Her teeth were now razor sharp. She looked up at the sun; it was slowly fading, behind the thick grey clouds. Every time she blinked, she could feel herself losing it, becoming more and more a beast. She didn't want to, no, she couldn't. Then, she leaped, it was incredible, she jumped so far, she landed on the lush blue water, standing on it, like it were just ground. She leapt again, landing on the water again, she did this many time, until she saw a small island. She landed on it, with such balance and precision, it was super natural. Her eyes glowed brighter than ever, her teeth still razor sharp, her once blonde hair was dark as night, her rags, were a wondrous flowing black gown. Then, suddenly, a full moon appeared on her cheek. She smirked.

She was calm now, as if normal, but of course, she was anything but normal. There was a small chapel on the island, not much else though. Out of the large building came a boy her age, he was in a large otter skin hat. "So," She thought to herself "This is the otter clan." The boy walked toward her, he looked very calm, until he saw her cheek. His eyes immediately widened. He ran toward her. "What do you want with my clan, you demon!" He screeched she just stared at him. "No!" She yelled, "Stop it!" The boy baked away, back into the building. "No Sophie, I will not stop, it's time for your moon blood to awaken." said a voice, not coming from Sophie's former body, but from the air around. "No!" yelled Sophie. The body's hair began to golden, the nails began to shrink, and teeth grew flat.

Soon the body was Sophie's again, except the moon was still there, not full though, only a crescent. She felt her cheek. The boy came running out again, and saw her, in rags, weak and on her knees. He came over and helped her into the chapel.

Sophie opened her eyes; she was on a mattress, in the chapel. "Look Obb, she's waking up." came a gentle voice. The boy peered over at her and came shuffling up from across the room. He smiled warmly. Sophie sat up; she was now wearing light blue Pyjamas. She had never felt better in her whole life it felt. She looked around; there were otter skins, flags and banners, lining the white marble walls. "Excuse me?" she asked the boy "Yes?" he replied "Where am I?" Sophie asked. "You're in our clan base" Sophie looked suddenly worried. "Don't worry," he said "It's okay, our clans are allies," he said gesturing toward her cheek. Sophie let out a sigh of relief. If clans aren't allies, it's forbidden to enter each other's bases. "If you like" the boy said "We can return you to your base." Sophie nodded.





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