Chapter 1
"I'm leaving."
The words were simple enough, yet they seemed to withhold so much information that infuriated Zalika Chenda Falconer to no end.
She had a very very bad case of writer's block. Her twin sister, Gianna Nimol Falconer, was, obviously, no help at all, going on and on about some guy she met at the mall.
"Oh, bloody hell, Gi-Gi! It's you 'aven't seen a guy in years the way you go on about every twat you meet in the street!" she said harshly in her Irish accent.
"Well meeting a twat on the street is better then writing about one you made up in your own 'ead that you're falling in love with!" Gianna snapped back, just as harshly.
"I am not falling in love with a fictional character!"
"An' just who are you tryin' ta convince, eh, Zi-Zi?"
There was silence immediately as the two siblings glared daggers at each other.
Even though they were twins they didn't look exactly alike.
Zalika was taller of the two and older, if only by an hour or two. She had large deep brown eyes, and long thick brown hair that she kept half covering the right side of her face covering an old scar. She had light freckles scattered on her face and her fingers were long and slender, and very used to drawing and writing feverishly on just about anything.
Gianna was slightly shorter, and her hair was black and short. Her eyes were darker with green flecks in them, she was beautiful and she knew it. That normally got her in trouble though.
"I'm stuck at the moment, is all," Zalika said lamely and looked back at the story she had been working on.
Zalika was wearing faded blue boot leg jeans, black and white sneakers and a skin tight red thin strapped shirt.
Gianna was wearing a denim skirt, black death trap heels and a black strapless halter top. She was also wearing a thin cream jacket that was longer than the skirt.
Gianna softened slight as she watched her sister's face fall when she looked at her work. She made quick work of taking off her heels then brought up a chair next to her sister.
"So what's happened in the story so far?" Gianna asked with and apologetic smile on her face.
"Well, basically the two Knights finally forced the maiden to choose. She was going to tell them in the morning. Instead she leaves the both a letter saying, 'I'm leaving'."
"Ok, so what happens next?"
There was a rather loud thud as Zalika slumped in her chair and her head landed on the desk.
"Oh!" Gianna jumped at the sudden noise, "Zi-Zi? Are you alright?"
Zalike moaned in response.
"Do want an ice pack, maybe?"
She just moaned again.
"Ok, Zalika, I'm confused now is that a unhappy moan or a... good moan?"
Zalike snapped straight and looked at her sister disgusted at the very question. She crossed her arms over her chest and said hotly, "I'm not going to dignify that question with an answer. Good moan, good god!"
"Oi, but seriously, what happens next?"
"If I knew do you really think i would be going to you for help?"
"Hmph. Well if you were to ask me, -which I'm sure you wouldn't-, i would think that since the boys love her so much wouldn't it be to them as if she had died by just up and leaving?"
Zalika thought for a moment.
"I thought i was supposed to be the chenda between us," she said said slowly then giggled uncharacteristically.
"Hey, maybe now, you'll be nimol and your body will catch up in maturity as the rest of you."
"Hey, and maybe your brain will become attached to your legs and you'll remember how to keep 'em closed," she said back still smiling.
"Har-har-har," was Gianna's witty reply.
They were silent for a moment as Zalika wrote down Gianna's suggestion on another piece of paper.
"And like you can talk about falling in love with fictional characters," Zalika said.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"You and I both know you're falling for my fallen angel."
"What? I- you- I....I'm not going to dignify that question with answer," she said snootily.
"It wasn't a question genius."
Gianna just rolled her eyes.
"OOOOOHHH!!! We're half way the-ere, OOH!! Living on a prayer, take my hand...nananana!"
sand a high yet strong voice.
"Ma's home," the twins said in unison.
"Za-Li-i-i-i-i-ka!!! Gi-A-a-a-a-a-na!! Would you brats mind coming down 'ere for a second?" she yelled from downstairs.
"Coming!" they yelled and hurried down the stairs to see what was making Ma so happy.
When the arrived they found her humming a tune and twirling around.
"Ma?" Gianna asked incredulously.
"Oh, come here, my darling, darling girls!" she said and had them both in a tight embrace, "My two favourite children. Two perfect babies turning into exactly what your name's said you would be!"
"Ma!" Zalika gasped, "Choking-us-air!" There mother released her hold around their necks and smiled warmly at them.
"Girls, we're moving."
"Where?"
"Just a little town in Washington. It's called La Push."