Blue Sun Room FICTION - ADVENTURE

No Power in the 'Verse - Chapter 1

Friday, December 15, 2006

(postBDM) They aimed to misbehave and in doing so toppled the Alliance. But the crew of Serenity are about to recieve a nasty shove back.

CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 1282    RATING: 8.0 (PG13)    SERIES: FIREFLY

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Disclaimer: Sadly the owner of this is Joss.

Notes: This is my first attempt at a Firefly fanfiction so I do hope you can bare with me. I'm searching for a beta to help with my grammar and plot holes, e.t.c. So please, if you are interested then I'd love to have a chat with you. Pairing wise, I'm keeping to the usual ones, though expect some Rayne eventually. I would love some feedback of your thoughts towards this story. I know the first chapter isn't much to go on but I would be grateful for any words you can spare.

No power in the 'verse

by

Uhlume

:-:

Chapter 1

The breeze spilled eagerly through the leaves of over hanging trees and swirled about in a warm laughter within the lush grassy clearing hidden betwixt the towering trunks of living wood. An open tent stood still to the side of the vast clearing, empty of any inhabitants; bench consoles and an image board the only remaining husk. Not too far from the vacant classroom a young girl sat against a weeping willow relaxed in the shade, a book her only company. Or so it first seemed.

Dressed in creams and whites, the girl in her early teens tucked a strand of long hair back behind her ear as it was snared by the ever playful wind. A minute sigh escaped her, doleful brown eyes sliding over the words laid out before her but had yet to take any of them in. The book was closed promptly with a snap of indignant pages and equally annoyed eyes trailed to the grass before their owner’s form.

Dull twittered protests of the grass as it was crushed beneath feet caught the girl’s attention. A pair of leather shoes entered her line of vision and she glanced up to regard the tall lanky boy looming over her with a cheery grin. The expression was similarly mimicked back at her as the lad with short chestnut hair bent forward at the waist. Russet eyes gleamed with amusement as they read the title of the literature arranged upon her lap.

“Aristotle?” The rhetorical question eased out of his mouth somewhat shyly and the girl had to contain the amused quir

Comments
Friday, 15 December 2006 20:54
Oooh, talk about a cliffhanger.

Your imagery in the beginning was absolutely beautiful as was the jolt of having River confronted by a sword.
Friday, 15 December 2006 22:45
Oh, very nice start. Looking forward to where this goes next.
Saturday, 16 December 2006 01:05
Loved the imagery and when the sword came into the scene I had a flashback of the Operative in the BDM! Great start, Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me
MCMORRI1
Saturday, 16 December 2006 04:01
much better than my first fnfic!

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