Wednesday, September 5, 2007

The Otak of the earth sea by Maho Week8 Formative

Chapter one Emerald eyes
It is dark. It is raining. The thunder was lightening. The sky was dark gray. A huge forest is in silence. The animals and the beasts are all at their nests. All of sudden, a big leaf of a tree moved and there is a little beast, smaller than a cat, looked up the sky. It has a broad face with dark brown hair. His bright dark eyes blinked. He jumped off from the tree, and began to run. Then, there was a wolf, glaring at the tiny beast, coming after him. The little beast run and run, to get away from the vicious beast. Their chase continued and the wolf jumped over his target. Both of them stopped. The wolf growled and his target shrank back. When the wolf almost made his move, he noticed that the eyes of the little beast began to shine. It was a color of emerald. A clap of thunder broke above them. Then, the rain stopped. There were no sounds. The little beast blinked with his dark eyes. The wolf was nowhere to be seen. He climbed up to the top of the tree, and sat on a thick branch. The clouds faded away and there was a full moon. The little beast looked up at the huge moon for a long time. A color of emerald shone in the bottom of his dark eyes. He sat there for a while and went down from the tree. He looked around the quiet forest. Rabbits appeared from behind the tree. They saw him and paused by fear, but the little brown beast didn’t show any interests in them. He looked at the dark forest by his pure dark eyes. He began to run, and disappeared into the darkness.

Chapter two Threads

There is an isolated island of Roke. It is a small island with beautiful plants and trees. People had peaceful lives. There were ordinary people, such as fishermen, bakeries at potters who are all hard workers. However, from the view of a huge tall building with big chimney on the hill, it was obvious that it is not only an ordinary island. The building is a Warder of the school on Roke. It is a school for wizards. People often see and hear things such as dark clouds, thunders and rainbow within the school property, imagining pictures of future well known wizards. People had respects and also fear towards sorcerers. Therefore, no one had tried to get close to it.

A fisherman who was putting his fishes on the display saw a boat that is coming close to the port. There was a young boy with dark hair and dark eyes on it. From the moment he saw the boy, he knew that, the boy is not an ordinary creature at all. The boy landed on the port and looked around. Eventually, he noticed the huge building with chimney on. “That’s where you are heading, young boy”. The boy turned around and stared at him. “How do you know that, Sir?” The fisherman answered without stopping his hands. “I just know it. Just keep going until you see the huge entrance to the forest. Then you’ll know which direction you have to take” The boy answered politely. “Thank you, sir”. When the fisherman stopped his hands and turn back, he couldn’t even see the back of the young boy.

There were tow more eyes, who witnessed the arrival of the young sorcerer. From the long way from the port, on the top of the hill, there was one small creature, who survived the attack of the wolf on the night before. He has a sleek dark brown hair with big long ears and fluffy tail. The tiny beast is called Otak. They are extremely rare creatures, which live only in small area of the South, Wathrot. In despite of their prettiness, they are known to be savage. The Otak followed movements of the young boy. Although it was impossible to catch a glimpse of someone from such great distance, Otak stared at the young wizard. Then again, there were small, mysterious emerald shines in deep inside of his eyes. He kept observing the wizard for a while, and then the shine in his eyes disappeared. He began to run down the hill.

Chapter Three (unnamed)

The day turned into the night. The town was dark and quite. The school of wizards is looking down the dark town. The tiny beast, Otak jumped out from nowhere, and sat in front of the huge wood door. The door swung open and there was a extremely tall old guy with white hair and white beard. He looked at the Otak. Although he was quite surprised by this unexpected tiny guest, he laughed. ‘’Well well, hello Otak! This is an entrance for the school for wizards and I am a doorkeeper. Enter if you can’’. The Otak looked back at him with its dark eyes. As the doorkeeper keeps his eyes on Otak, he noticed bright emerald shines in eyes of the little beast. The doorkeeper smiled softly at the Otak. ‘’Now, you can come in, can’t you?’’ The Otak quietly entered into the school property. He looked up at the doorkeeper with his dark eyes as to say ‘’Thank you’’. The doorkeeper grinned at him. ‘’Once you enter, it’s up to you where to go.’’ He raised his hand to indicate an alley. The Otak began to walk towards the school building. The doorkeeper looked at the tiny back of the little beast and whispered to himself. ‘’I’ve seen bunch of Otaks before, but that one…his power…’’. Then he closed the huge wood door.
To be continued...
Ahh I feel shy that I have to put this on here... Please feel free to give me any comments. Thank you.
Best regards, Maho

5 comments:

Pear Jin said...

Hey Maho,

Don't be shy, I think it is really interesting how you describe Otak's encounter with the wolf and that it possess super power (emerald eyes).

Look forward to see how it ends.

Pear Jin said...

However, on the other hand, I think the story can do with more descriptions as they are all quite brief and it felt like its 'rushed'?

I know it is three different chapters altogehter, but I thought it could with better flow?

:)

Maho said...

To Pear Jin.

I completely agree with your idea that its luck of descriptions and sounds rushed. I will add more description into it. Thank you for your honest comments.

Enjoy your holiday ;)

Best regards, Maho

Birdie said...
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Birdie said...

Dear, maho

the Otak in your writing seems like my cat Whisky except talking.