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Authors Beginning Note: I want a real live living pet purple cow..and a green one.. Well, anyway, this is the sequel I am writing.yes the one you peoples have been staring at the blank screen, holding your breaths and falling off your chairs, only to do it again, for! Yippy! Hopefully it's as good as it's prequel! ***************
Chapter 1
A New Enemy Arises
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A sound of shattering glass pierced the air, far far away, in a deep marshy forest, where the sun hides her face from the horrible deeds taken place there. A fog is constantly there, quickly dampening any travelers clothes and sending even the most brave of warriors at unease. In the center is a large castle, dark, cold and lonely. The stone covered on the outside with mildew. The castle itself seems to moan in the darkness. Not only does it appear to have a voice of it's own, but inside, many evil, dark and treacherous secrets lay buried, never to be called upon.
"Ahrima, that is your third mirror this week." Said a man like spirit, who was tall, and masculine. He wore dark garb consisting of dark brown leather lace up boots, loose black pants held up by a yellow sash, which also tied the blue tank top like vest that was slightly loose around his chest area. His black bangs were loose and fell over the yellow headband he wore that tied in the back. His tawny eyes gleamed with slight intelligence, but mostly restlessness.
"I know perfectly well, how many mirrors I broke, I do not need my buffoon of a brother to remind me." Screeched a women who sat in a large, crudely carved, cold stone, throne, which in turn sat in a large throne room as well, long deserted by it's true and rightful ruler. That story also buried deep within the castle walls. Her black serpent like hair hung loosely over her shoulders. Slight shades of red could be made out in the dim light spheres that hung in the air everywhere, casting shadows into every corner. Her fists clenched, her nails biting into her skin, and instead of the usual crimson blood that drips from most creatures, human and Spirit alike, blue droplets fell. Reminding those who saw it of ice and stone. Her whole being rippled with outbusrting rage. Her crimson red dress, which it too was adorned by a sash, only of a dark purple variation. The sleeves were long and hung loosely around her wrists. Her cold, welded amber eyes showed hate and repulsion.
"What is it this time." Asked Aikia, the ever-dutiful brother.
"Those idiots actually got married!"
"I thought that you had known that that was going to happen." Her brother asked, slightly amused, but keeping it to himself.
"Of course I knew! But I hired that Glefling to take care of that."
"You mean the Spirit that helps in joining two into marriage?"
"Yes! You half-wit! Who else!"
"They are not known to turn their backs on their work. Not even when threatened by evil, or bribed as you claim. Highly unreliable they are." Aikia said taking a seat in the air. No chair held him, which might astonish almost anyone else, but those who occupied the castle. He could do many more things as well, for he was one of the most powerful of the darker Spirits, but his sister though, was even more or so. She was older and stronger, and so much crueler than he; this was something that he vowed to take care of someday. When she lost her amusement, and he could gain more power, but till then, he would wait in the shadows.
"No, I suppose not." She said cooling down, looking at nothing in particular as she thought.
"The first thing that must be done is a mirror. I need another Looking Glass made of Iraz Crystal."
"Wouldn't it just be easier, if you learned to control your temper and quite breaking all of the ones the Orn Spirits make?" He said dully, but began choking and scratching at the hands that held his throat.
"You would do well to hold your tongue brother. You have much to learn." She said before releasing him. He fell to the cold hard floor and reached for his throat and rubbed it with one hand. Once his breathing was more controlled he stood up and dared to break his dear sisters thoughts.
"The shard, it is still in tact, is it not?" His sister spared a glance at him.
"Yes, that much has gone well. Thankfully. Too bad Hideaki was killed while succeeding in placing that shard in the Water Spirit. He was a good servant. Oh well." She began laughing maniacally, her voice ringing menacingly throughout every corridor of the castle. Aikia looked over his shoulder at Ahrima, a sneer of dislike on his face as he disappeared in the shadows, not even a glint of gold from his earring on his right ear to give a clue as to where he was. For this, this was his specialty. Becoming invisible in the darkness, and bending light so it could not fall on him and make him noticeable. He could disappear and reappear even in broad daylight if he so chose it.
"You laugh now sister, but wait. When your plans fail, what then? You will come crawling to me to fix it, but what will you do when I refuse?" He smirked, before walking a merry walk, and whistling. If any had seen him, they would have thought him an innocent happy 18-year-old boy in love.
***** Authors Ending Note: I know in my prequel to this story, I stayed completely in Chihiro's point of view, but in this one; its sequel, I am going to do it also in Aikia's POV too. This chapter was in 3rd Person, I needed to start it off differently because in it's prequel almost everyone knows who Chihiro is, and has a good idea before hand what she might look like, the same with everyone else, while here, It was needed because these are new characters. So, from now on, it's going to be in either Chihiro's point of view, or Aikia's. I don't plan on any more 3rd person views.
Any questions? Send it to my review box and I'll answer ASAP!
Oh, don't you just love my new evil characters! They are sooo awesome, and if all else fails, I have created two new evil characters that I like!
Authors Beginning Note: I want a real live living pet purple cow..and a green one.. Well, anyway, this is the sequel I am writing.yes the one you peoples have been staring at the blank screen, holding your breaths and falling off your chairs, only to do it again, for! Yippy! Hopefully it's as good as it's prequel! ***************
Chapter 1
A New Enemy Arises
****************
A sound of shattering glass pierced the air, far far away, in a deep marshy forest, where the sun hides her face from the horrible deeds taken place there. A fog is constantly there, quickly dampening any travelers clothes and sending even the most brave of warriors at unease. In the center is a large castle, dark, cold and lonely. The stone covered on the outside with mildew. The castle itself seems to moan in the darkness. Not only does it appear to have a voice of it's own, but inside, many evil, dark and treacherous secrets lay buried, never to be called upon.
"Ahrima, that is your third mirror this week." Said a man like spirit, who was tall, and masculine. He wore dark garb consisting of dark brown leather lace up boots, loose black pants held up by a yellow sash, which also tied the blue tank top like vest that was slightly loose around his chest area. His black bangs were loose and fell over the yellow headband he wore that tied in the back. His tawny eyes gleamed with slight intelligence, but mostly restlessness.
"I know perfectly well, how many mirrors I broke, I do not need my buffoon of a brother to remind me." Screeched a women who sat in a large, crudely carved, cold stone, throne, which in turn sat in a large throne room as well, long deserted by it's true and rightful ruler. That story also buried deep within the castle walls. Her black serpent like hair hung loosely over her shoulders. Slight shades of red could be made out in the dim light spheres that hung in the air everywhere, casting shadows into every corner. Her fists clenched, her nails biting into her skin, and instead of the usual crimson blood that drips from most creatures, human and Spirit alike, blue droplets fell. Reminding those who saw it of ice and stone. Her whole being rippled with outbusrting rage. Her crimson red dress, which it too was adorned by a sash, only of a dark purple variation. The sleeves were long and hung loosely around her wrists. Her cold, welded amber eyes showed hate and repulsion.
"What is it this time." Asked Aikia, the ever-dutiful brother.
"Those idiots actually got married!"
"I thought that you had known that that was going to happen." Her brother asked, slightly amused, but keeping it to himself.
"Of course I knew! But I hired that Glefling to take care of that."
"You mean the Spirit that helps in joining two into marriage?"
"Yes! You half-wit! Who else!"
"They are not known to turn their backs on their work. Not even when threatened by evil, or bribed as you claim. Highly unreliable they are." Aikia said taking a seat in the air. No chair held him, which might astonish almost anyone else, but those who occupied the castle. He could do many more things as well, for he was one of the most powerful of the darker Spirits, but his sister though, was even more or so. She was older and stronger, and so much crueler than he; this was something that he vowed to take care of someday. When she lost her amusement, and he could gain more power, but till then, he would wait in the shadows.
"No, I suppose not." She said cooling down, looking at nothing in particular as she thought.
"The first thing that must be done is a mirror. I need another Looking Glass made of Iraz Crystal."
"Wouldn't it just be easier, if you learned to control your temper and quite breaking all of the ones the Orn Spirits make?" He said dully, but began choking and scratching at the hands that held his throat.
"You would do well to hold your tongue brother. You have much to learn." She said before releasing him. He fell to the cold hard floor and reached for his throat and rubbed it with one hand. Once his breathing was more controlled he stood up and dared to break his dear sisters thoughts.
"The shard, it is still in tact, is it not?" His sister spared a glance at him.
"Yes, that much has gone well. Thankfully. Too bad Hideaki was killed while succeeding in placing that shard in the Water Spirit. He was a good servant. Oh well." She began laughing maniacally, her voice ringing menacingly throughout every corridor of the castle. Aikia looked over his shoulder at Ahrima, a sneer of dislike on his face as he disappeared in the shadows, not even a glint of gold from his earring on his right ear to give a clue as to where he was. For this, this was his specialty. Becoming invisible in the darkness, and bending light so it could not fall on him and make him noticeable. He could disappear and reappear even in broad daylight if he so chose it.
"You laugh now sister, but wait. When your plans fail, what then? You will come crawling to me to fix it, but what will you do when I refuse?" He smirked, before walking a merry walk, and whistling. If any had seen him, they would have thought him an innocent happy 18-year-old boy in love.
***** Authors Ending Note: I know in my prequel to this story, I stayed completely in Chihiro's point of view, but in this one; its sequel, I am going to do it also in Aikia's POV too. This chapter was in 3rd Person, I needed to start it off differently because in it's prequel almost everyone knows who Chihiro is, and has a good idea before hand what she might look like, the same with everyone else, while here, It was needed because these are new characters. So, from now on, it's going to be in either Chihiro's point of view, or Aikia's. I don't plan on any more 3rd person views.
Any questions? Send it to my review box and I'll answer ASAP!
Oh, don't you just love my new evil characters! They are sooo awesome, and if all else fails, I have created two new evil characters that I like!