Siin siis väikene jutukene mille alustasin tükk aega tagasi.

In a world of magnificent dresses, 60-roomed castles and ridiculous hats, there is one castle, hidden deep in a valley, bordered with cloud-penetrating mountains, enclosed in a tall oak forest, with exactly 42 rooms, and no people, which luckily means no ridiculous hats.
Well, of course there is one person there. Otherwise there wouldn't be much to talk of, would there?
You see, for in the second highest room, in the tallest tower, there is a boy, or, well, a man. Ish.
He sits, on a mahogany chair, by a mahogany bed and a mahogany desk, looking out of an oak window, for where can you find so much mahogany anyway?
From the window, he can see anything. He can look out and see knights charging towards the castle, or a giant eagle, carrying a damsel in distress. Or an angel, floating down from the clouds. And all that, he writes down. In books. Piles of piles of books.
On one side of him, is a meager pile of 30 or so books. Filled from cover to cover. And on the other side, there are..mountains, of beautifully decorated yet completely empty books, which he has yet to fill.

Tead, mulle ikka TOHUTULT meeldib su kirjutamisstiil. Selline... omapärane. Köitev.

Well, of course there is one person there. Otherwise there wouldn't be much to talk of, would there?
You see, for in the second highest room, in the tallest tower, there is a boy, or, well, a man. Ish.

See osa näiteks. Ma nii naersin selle a man. Ish. koha peal.

Edasi ka asi läheb? V nh, on plaanis juba midagi?

Haha. Tänud :) Kas sa said mu kirja kätte? :3

Eee..ma ei tea..mulle endale see jutuke päris meeldib, aga..ma ei tea.. eks näeme x3

Sain jah. Ja siis tükk aega istusin ja naersin. (Ma ei tea miks. )

Hehe. Kirjuta siis ikka vastu kaa :3
Ma hetkel väga tahan kirjutada, aga ma ei tea millest kirjutada, ja kui midagi pähe tuleb, siis ei tule kuidagi hästi välja. Kui koju lähen (Praegu olen koolis :) ) siis proovin midagi selle jutuga seoses kirjutada

Tore.

(Üritan täna, enne Tlna minekut valmis saada. )

Mulle meeldis see salapära, mis oli teksti sisse jäetud. :)
Loodan, et see jääb sissejuhatuseks ja saad lõpuks ka jutu valmis:D

Aitäh :) Eks ma üritan jah. Praegu mõtlen siin, kuhu seda juttu võiks viia..

Nii. Siin on siis natuke veel seda jutukest. Peaks selle teema vist mingisse teisse alafoorumisse liigutama.. :3

'Hair flowing, eyes sparkling, plastered in armor, the faerie knight looked over the valleys around her. Her lips curved to a smile as her eyes rested on the castle. Tall enough to reach into the clouds. Servants buzzing all around it.
Her pointed ears pricked up at the sound of a scream. Her eyes darted to the road at the foot of the mountain. A farming couple, assaulted by bandits.
"Right." The faerie pulled on her helmet, which was decorated with feathers, and walked purposefully to her pure white steed, climbing on and flicking the reins, which caused the horse to come up on it's hind legs, before speeding down the hillside.
She was a faerie knight once more.'

"Lovely. I finished a book, and it's not even teatime. Though I wouldn't say no to a spot of breakfast. I wonder if I can find the kitchen this time.." Obviously, staying in his room more often than not, the man wasn't completely sure where everything was. Plus. In a castle that size, there were usually two or more of each place in question. Disorientating.
"Mr. Oliver Crewe!" Came a shout, causing the man, assumingly called Oliver, to jump, bumping his elbow on the wall to his side. Living in such a secluded area, he hadn't had any guests in..oh, 100 years? 110? (The kitchen seemed to find food materials on it's own.) And how did he know his name??
Oliver scrambled up from his seat, and exited his room, briefly wondering which direction to go, before zooming down the steps, and through a selection of doors, and then appearing on a porch, 2 storeys above ground.
Hoping that he'd come to the right front door, (there were, of course, 4) he leaned over the side, peering towards the door. There he was. Um..who was he?
"Who are you, good sir? And why are you here at my door?"
"Why, I'm the postman, Mr. Crewe. You've got a small bundle here. Rather heavy, it is! As well as 2 letters."
"Really?..Well, I'll be down in..Umm. Around 5 minutes. Make yourself comfortable!"
Oliver disappeared from sight of the postman, and spent the better part of the next 4 minutes trying to find his way down. Finally, he found himself outside, breathless.
"There we are." Said the postman, dropping the bundle in his hands. 'Rather heavy', had been an underexaggeration. He positioned the letters on top of the package, and brought out a clipboard, with a feather quill tied to it.
"Sign here, would you?"
"Right.." Oliver balanced the package on his knee and wrote his signature on the paper. A C inside an O.
"Cheerio!" The postman said, rather cheerfully. "Have a nice day." He added, tipping his hat to Oliver, before setting down the road once more.
"Right.." Oliver repeated, and walked back into his castle, managing to find one of the kitchens without too much trouble, he surrendered the package to a table, and went in search of a knife.

mulle täiega meeldib
ma ei suuda nii hästi eesti keeleski kirjutada kui sa inglise keeles ja ma armastan inglise keelt, nii et siit lisapunktid sulle

kui sellele on mõeldud veel mõni osa (mida ma väga loodan), siis uut !

Minu arust sa kirjutad jumala hästi :) Ma ei oska eesti keeles üldse kirjutada :3
Aitäh et kommenteerisid Ma arvan et tuleb vast küll mõni osa juurde, endale päris meeldib seda kirjutada!

jaja.. ma tõesti ei oska normaalselt kirjutada (okei, see nüüd kõlas juba nagu reit )
ja ma soovin, et ma suudaks inglise keeles kirjutada (ja õigesti kirjutada) ja ma ei väsi ütlemast, et see jutt on lahe

Ega see inglise keel ei ole teab mis raske. Lihtsalt natukene vaja harjutada :) Või siis mõnes inglise keelses koolis käia :3

Umn.. Make a book. Päris ausalt. Ma olen lugenud raamatuid. Ohtralt raamatuid tegelikult. Mis sellele alla jäävad.

Respect.

Ega ma tahaks küll, kes ei tahaks Aga kui ma midagi kirjutan, siis tuleb mul kogu aeg mõtteid juurde, ja siis lõpuks ma ei viitsi seda esimest juttu üldse kirjutada Kuigi.. Selle jutuga ei pruugi nii minna, kuna siia saab igast asju sisse tuua Eks näis..