A Norn Story
Ashley Boyd
Hi!
This is just a story I made up one day. It's called "And They Call Us
Monsters". I don't think it's that great, kinda depressing, but if I get a
good response, I might make a kinda-sorta-in a way sequel. (With a happy
ending thank you very much!) Any critque would be great! Thanx ahead of
time... (oh yea, and I do add a lotta adjectives to these things :\ One of
my major writing problems)
Voices. Drifting down from the upper Island, muffled so indistinctly that he
couldn't even make out the words. But Gren knew who it was, by the cutish,
honey dripping syllables that disturbed his every dream. It was the Norns.
Gren shivered a bit, and crept under the safety of his Observatory.
He was afraid, that no one could deny... but inside a terrible rage bubbled.
With every Norn, came The Hand. Not to mention the fact that they were
disturbing his territory. His. That single thought brought a burning blaze
to his eyes.
He muttered every curse his mind could come up with. Something had
to be done, but what could he do? Ideas whirled through his head, flashing
by and disappearing just as quickly. Finally, after reviewing all of the
possibilities, he choked up a little with despair. Nothing could be done
unless one of the Norns came down and bothered him personally.
Suddenly, a muted "ding" sounded off, and the lift creaked up. Gren
took in a sharp breath, and silently watched the lift as it disappeared
through the roof. For a second, he felt an insane giggle rising up in his
mouth, but he quickly muffled the urge. If they were to come down, he might
as well drive them out dignantly. He scuffled about, and tried to brace his
bulky body for the fight. The lift creaked down...
...and in it was a beautiful female norn. Her eyes were away from
him for the moment, hazel eyes cast downwards on the floor. A charming smile
was on her face, and she stood up and examined the gaudy lift buttons. Gren
stood motionless, staring rudely towards the young blonde norn as she moved
her hand over the down button. He gave off and abrupt growl, and she wheeled
towards him quickly, shock drawn over her face.
"And who do we have here? A norn? Not only that, but a foolish norn
trespassing on my domain," Gren spat out, stepping towards the girl
awkwardly. She stared at him fearfully, looking as if the concept of this
situation hadn't even been registered in her mind. Suddenly, she gasped and
frantically slammed at the up button. However... not before Gren could step
up in the lift with her.
As soon as they reached the top, Gren gave her a head wheeling slap.
The norn cried out in pain, and landed on her side, eyes staring guiltily up
in the beast's face. They both stared each other down, gasping down deep
breaths. When the girl finally withdrew her eyes, closing them as if unable
to bear the sight, Gren took the precious moment to survey his upper Island.
"Anything and everything in its place," he thought smugly, a small
smirk upon his lips. That is, until he caught sight of the small, oval
object at the end of the dock. He gawked, not believing that he was seeing
this, of all things, on his land. Finally, he ran up to the norn, took her
shoulders and started shaking her.
"I can't believe this! You come here, acting like the Queen of all
Albia, and then you lay an egg here! An EGG!" Fuming, the Grendel threw her
down, growling dangerously. "What makes you think I should spare your little
meaningless life?"
"I-... that is-... I-I didn't mean to!" she gasped. "I'm so-so sorry
Mr. Grendel! I really am! Wh-what can I do to make it up?"
Regaining his composure, Gren glared bloody murder.
"What can you do? Ha... that's a laugh. Tell me, what exactly is your
name, you self worthy Hand slaver?"
The norn stared, trembling a bit. Finally, she shakily muttered,
"Alicia."
"Ah... Alicia. So I see. You know what? I think I will spare your
life... but only," it was at this Gren paused and raised a boney claw, "Only
if you let me have that egg for myself."
"My egg?! What would you want with my egg? I can't spare that!"
"Well, you should've thought of that before coming here," Gren sizzled,
swooping up the egg and standing mightily before Alicia. "Good day, dear
Norn. I hope your trip back is absolutely dreadful."
And with that, Gren sent the lift back down into the Observatory. He
fumed silently, tossing the small egg into the rubbish heap in the corner of
the room. Hearing the pitiful sobs coming from upstairs, he gave a little
self righteous grin. "That ought to show her. Next time maybe she'll use a
little more common sense about coming here," he thought grandly, settling
himself comfortably on the floor. Soon, he fell asleep, as Alicia cried her
heart and soul out.
Ocean waves, a hunger gnawling in his stomach, and the sounds of
cracking greeted Gren as he groggily woke up. He opened his eyes slowly,
adjusting them to the sudden burst of light. When that was done, he stumpled
quickly to his feet, ready to retrieve the rotten, cracked coconut near the
rubbish for his somewhat meager breakfast. As he stepped heavily over to the
heap, he noticed a slight bit of movement under his moth eaten blanket
and... some sort of sound like cracking, and a baby cooing.
"It couldn't be," he thought naively to himself, "Norn's eggs don't
hatch out that quickly, that I'm sure of." But he wasn't as sure as he
thought when the blanket heaved around and a delicate hand appeared. Before
Gren even knew it, a little baby norn grinned up at him, waving his hands
around and burbling excitedly to himself.
Gren's first instinct was to strangle the little nothing, and throw his
mangled corpse out into the ocean. He was about to do so, when the little
thing curled himself around Gren's legs, and stared affectionately towards
him. Gren's upraised claw trembled, and he darted his eyes around,
undecisive. Suddenly, he flung the baby norn off of his feet, and fled over
to the other side of the room.
The little boy sat stunned, then whimpered uneasily and dragged himself
onto a pile of dust, where he tried unsuccessfully to bury his body into.
Finally, he settled into a little notch he had made in the dust, and laid
down in it, trembling slightly.
For the first time in his life, the Grendel had no idea what to do.
Millions of voices danced in his head, telling him to kill, strangle, or
even eat the thing out of its misery. But one came above them all, and for
some reason... this voice told him to do something other than slaughtering
the norn.
"It must be hungry... give it some food," it sang, its voice soft and
soothing.
"No way!" the other voices cried. "Give it food? That's unbelieveable!"
Gren sat there, confused as to what to do. Finally, he shook his head
decisively, and stood up. Out of the rubbish heap, he came up with an
ancient jar of honey, seal still permanently in place and full to the brim.
He was saving this for a special day, when food was so low he could barely
even get up to feed himself. Instead, he popped the lid off, and shoved it
towards the norn.
It slid its head up, and stared forlornly at the jar. Finally it
struggled to its feet, and took a taste. Soon the jar was empty and on its
side... not a drop left in it.
Gren was surprised at how quickly the little thing ate. He opened and
closed his claws, unsure what to do next. But before he even knew it, the
norn was at his side, snuggled comfortably against his smooth skin, and fast
asleep.
The Grendel look down. He took out one claw, and scratched the little
boy's head affectionately, ruffling its mohawk into curls. A relationship
was born....
Days passed, and before Gren knew it, the newborn had changed into a
child. He even stared proudly as the norn took his first tottering steps to
Gren's side, a sweet smile on his face. He named him Fig, a very respectible
name among the Grendel kind, and Fig wore his name with pride. It took Fig
quite awhile before he could even speak properly, often saying foolish
syllables to express himself. One was "Fi-ig eem Gwen!" which took awhile
for Gren to compensate that that meant "Fig come Gren". Either way, Gren
found himself with a new emotion to deal with... parental love. It was an
uncomfortable, and rather confusing emotion to deal with, but still Gren put
up with it.
Until one day, an enraged knocking came upon the end of the lift, and
The Hand appeared. It seemed furious, shaking uncontrolably and waving
around the room like a maniac.
"Take my baby norn will you? Abuse and mistreat them too I'll bet!
I'll teach you my disgusting worm devoured jerk!" and with that, it started
slamming Gren against the walls and slapping coldly at his face. The Grendel
grunted and cried in pain, huddling down into a small ball and turning his
back against the blows. Poor Fig stood by amazed, and scared beyond belief.
Here was his Father, the one he grew to love being beaten by some unknown
terror.
When The Hand had its fill, it faced the young norn and pointed at
him. "Come on," it said gruffly, "Let's leave this little monster behind and
I'll take you back to your rightful home."
Fig shook his head furiously and stared defiantly at The Hand.
"Nono! Gwen fwiend! Fig wun Hand!" he cried out desperately, and reached for
the up button on the lift. However, The Hand suddenly raced by his side, and
started beating the little norn off of the button panel.
"You little creep," it growled dangerously, "From now on, that beast
is not your friend... and I'm your rightful parent, along with that poor
norn family back in the Gardens."
"Nono Fig!" he sobbed, crawling around the floor and trying to reach
for Gren.
The Hand punched him again, and dragged him up by the arm.
"Act like a decent norn! Also, your name isn't Fig... its now
Benedict. Fig indeed, Benedict is a far more respectable name."
Benedict bawled as The Hand slapped him again and again up the
lift....
When Gren woke up, the world looked red.
He gingerly stood up, holding in various parts of his body that felt
beaten and broken. The remainder of the room was destroyed, smashed to ruins
by The Hand and his fellow minions. But worst of all, Fig was gone....
The thought wasn't even passed before Gren was up the lift and racing
towards the dock. He searched desperately among the ocean, looking for the
tiniest clue that Fig was still here.
Nothing.
Gren slumped down, his eyes tearing as the dock ship came towards him.
Most of all, he was stunned that he would never see his little Fig anymore.
He was gone... forever it seemed.
"And they call us the monsters..." he thought, as he trudged back to
the lift, a newly ruined Grendel.
lyz
That's so sad! *sniff sniff* poor fig! poor Gren! DAMN HAND!
*crying* how touching!
you truly have a talent for writing!
Lyz
DJs Red 1
In article <66v3uu$mtu$1...@news1.mnsinc.com>, "Ashley Boyd" <ash...@mnsinc.com>
writes:
> This is just a story I made up one day. It's called "And They Call
>Us
Monsters". I don't think it's that great, kinda depressing, but if I get
>a
good response, I might make a kinda-sorta-in a way sequel. (With a
>happy
ending thank you very much!) Any critque would be great! Thanx ahead
>of
time... (oh yea, and I do add a lotta adjectives to these things :\ One
>of
my major writing problems)
Touching. I like it. Get yes sequal!
Daljit ICQ 3206846
Nornan: Push C-ADD code
AOL: Sig space is not big enough
Nornan: Nornan angry! ::stomps foot:: Get NORN Collective!
AOL: A request to the host has taken longer than expected
Daljit: Request this! ::assimilates all of AOL::
Boris Badenov
*sniff*
Wow! Great story!
Please make a sequel that continues from this story.
Supid hand. What a grouch.
BiOsPhErE6
oh thats a good story but it was sad, make a sequal!
BiOsPhErE6
thats a mean owner of Creatures whoever that hand is grrr makes me sad to think
that somone would treat thier norn like that!
How rude!
~Sphere~
AKA
~Josh~
at http://members.aol.com/biosphere6/request35.html
DEMO101
ya' know, the hand wasn't mean, that might have been a typical game of
Creatures, c'mon, if you found your norn next to the grendel wouldn't you get
him back? I'd put the smack down on the grendel til he left, then get the norn
away from there?
I avoid the island altogether as long as the grendel's there, I get my norns
either in or near the garden, above the island, or near the brewery
-Das
http://members.aol.com/DEMO101/index.html (it sux for now, but at least has
norn .bmp's, and I WILL learn html eventually)
RudeDog
>He was gone... forever it seemed.
> "And they call us the monsters..." he thought, as he trudged back to
>the lift, a newly ruined Grendel.
>
RudeDog: Push sequel yes!
BiOsPhErE6
Hey all my norns are on the island and my norns are perfectly fine! hdehehe
thats cuz my grendals are on the shief.
Mmead42
In article <66vvil$53q$0...@207.14.62.44>, "RudeDog" <Sgame...@ycsi.net>
writes:
> "And they call us the monsters..." he thought, as he trudged back to
>the
>lift, a newly ruined Grendel.
Get yes story!
Boris Badenov
I WOULD NOT SLAP mY NORN.
JUST THE GRENDEL.
Shy Penney
*sob* *sniffle* That is so touchingly sad:-( It is a great story.
Alyssa
[reluctant snip]
OOOOOOH!!! I love it! I love it!
Writeasequelohpleaseohpleaseohplease.............
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Alyssa
Norn breeder, .COB lover, book author, and homepage maintainer
Visit me http://www.primenet.com/~thefews/creatures.htm
Alyssa
DJs Red 1 <djs...@aol.com> wrote in article
<19971214001...@ladder02.news.aol.com>...
> In article <66v3uu$mtu$1...@news1.mnsinc.com>, "Ashley Boyd"
<ash...@mnsinc.com>
> writes:
>
> > This is just a story I made up one day. It's called "And They Call
> >Us
> Monsters". I don't think it's that great, kinda depressing, but if I get
> >a
> good response, I might make a kinda-sorta-in a way sequel. (With a
> >happy
> ending thank you very much!) Any critque would be great! Thanx ahead
> >of
> time... (oh yea, and I do add a lotta adjectives to these things :\ One
> >of
> my major writing problems)
>
>
>
> Touching. I like it. Get yes sequal!
> Daljit ICQ 3206846
>
> Nornan: Push C-ADD code
> AOL: Sig space is not big enough
> Nornan: Nornan angry! ::stomps foot:: Get NORN Collective!
> AOL: A request to the host has taken longer than expected
> Daljit: Request this! ::assimilates all of AOL::
>
I agree! Sequel yes! Alyssa get sequel!
*looks for sequel*
No sequel!
Grendel come, push Alyssa......(torturing myself....hehe)
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Alyssa
Norn breeder, .COB lover, book author, and homepage maintainer
Visit me at http://www.primenet.com/~thefews/
Or visit my Creatures page at
http://www.primenet.com/~thefews/creatures.htm
Ashley Boyd
>
>I agree! Sequel yes! Alyssa get sequel!
>*looks for sequel*
>No sequel!
>Grendel come, push Alyssa......(torturing myself....hehe)
>
I'm working on it. Or at least, trying to. Haha, I start stories before I
can even think of a decent ending :)
Anyways, thanx! Just don't let me get a swelled head! :)
Ashley
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Ashley Boyd
Shy Penney wrote in message
<67729a$2l78$1...@newssvr04-int.news.prodigy.com>...
>*sob* *sniffle* That is so touchingly sad:-( It is a great story.
<trying to think of a good way to responed to do without sounding conceited>
Well... thanx :) I try my best. Heh, you should see some of my other
stories, I kick myself everytime thinking of how they end :-\ Oh well, glad
you enjoyed!
Ashley
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Ashley Boyd
Boris Badenov wrote in message <3497e5aa....@snews.zippo.com>...
I wouldn't do either. I'm a softie, in other words, unless the Grendel looks
sickly and my Norn is having a great time... let them stay and live long! :)