Writing Halfway

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[size=1][font=tahoma]Tell me if I should continue or not... this is just a pitiful attempt at beginning a short story.

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Halfway, Chapter One

Two silent figures walked trough the lush forest with sullen expressions. They had been wandering for hours, and no matter which direction they traveled, they would always end up at a small indentation, in which there was a tree placed at the center. A few summer birds were heard outside the clearing; flora were apparently the only life existing within the area.

"How is that even possible... Is the forest playing a joke on us? If it is, it isn't funny at all." the boy said, lifting the broad branch he was carrying at the realization of his words. But that was how it always was, which was why he usually stayed silent during abnormal or supernatural happenings, for the fear of his own adrenaline.

"That's the thing; it [i]is[/i] impossible. We've wandered through here for hours, and we've never been lost before, or seen this clearing." she replied. She tightened her grip on her sturdy branch.

A silent, far-off moaning was heard, and both the children raised what they thought of as weapons; anything useful to defend themselves would be useful at this moment.

"It's coyotes, right?" he said shakily, the hormone that would soon take control of his actions, pulsing through his body.

"No, it's... it's not..." she said quietly.

"Should we try to talk to whatever it is, or scare it away... or something?"

"No"

"We fight?"

"Yes"

"We fight," he repeated, "We've always waited for a moment like this, haven't we? We've trained for this."

"Which is exactly why we should triumph." she said, forcing a grin.

The boy swung his particularly shaped brach over his head as if it were a sword, and the girl took a fighting stance with her wooden daggers.

"Rain..." the moaning seemed to be saying, and a distant crashing was heard, as if a tree had been knocked over.

"No... we run, run!" the girl shouted, and they fled. However, after several minutes of this, they reached the clearing again.

"We're trapped!" he yelled over the distant thunder and needle-like rain.

"If we go out, we may as well go out with a bang." she replied, without needing to force her smile.

"Right..." he lifted his sword. "Show yourself, and we'll show you where you went wrong in your trap's construction.

All movement stopped. The wind, the rain, and the thunder were all silenced as if they had reached the eye of a colossal storm. Which was technically what they had done.

A boom was heard from inside the tree, sending a shockwave through the ferns. "I do not wish to fight... only to... show you a memory; a fragment of the Earth's past..." the moaning voice sounded from inside the tree.

The hair on the back of the children's necks stood up as if they were going to be struck by lightning, and they drifted into unconsciousness.[/size][/font]