Hehehe...Hi. I know, I know. 'A Christmas Present for Arnold' and 'Legends of the Norse' needs finishing. Well, tell
that to my computer! There was a power failure a few days ago, and, long story short, a fuse blew, or, a computer chip
or...Pah! The point is it won't turn on. So, the second chapter of 'Legends of the Norse' (named 'Lila, Get out of the Water')
and the FULLY COMPLETED fourth chapter of ACPfA (Named 'Eduardo's Redemption') now sit uslessly in a
powerless computer. My mom promise to take it in, but she leave on her vaction tomorrow, so that thing ain't going
NOWHERE till at LEAST August 12th. However, I was watching the Movie 'Chocolat', and came up with this little
diddy that I quickly proceeded to save on Hotmail. So, I will post and finsh this entire story (only if you like it, of course)
then proceed to post chapters from my two other stories when my Computer is fixed.
By the way, for those of you wondering, I'm typing this on my mom's computer! O_o...
Okay, Praying you like this...*gets down on her knees and begs*
Disclaimer- ~*~CD~*~ + Hey Arnold = unh unh darling. ^-^
~*~Daughter of Wind.~*~
Prologue-Seven Years Past Midnight.
(@)~)~~~(@)~)~~~(@)~)~~~(@)~)~~~
The Clever North Wind blew that night.
It blew deep into the cool night, howling into the deserted streets of the big City. Discarded papers and other debris were
caught in its whirlwind wrath, fluttering like evil winged creatures to the sky above. Yes, this was without a doubt, the North
Wind. For, what other could be so vengeful, so cruel, without reason?
Or perhaps, the wind did have a reason tonight.
From her well-furnished penthouse Apartment, child theripist Doctor Vivian Bliss stirred from the soft featherdown of her
lavender-silk bed. Not even Egyptian Cotton could quell the good doctor's need for the finery of life. No, the
high-maintence and as yet unweded Vivian had always been afflicted with a lust for the luxurious. She accepted this infirmity,
though the illness would have probably not been as noticable, had she not taken the occupation she had. Her dark eyes
opened and she watched the window carefully. No, it couldn't be. Not tonight. Not tonight, or the next night, or the next,
thought she. This wind had not come to bother the city for quite some time. This wind had not plagued Hillwood for
seven long years.
Suddenly, Gusts of frigid hate slapped against her window, threatening to shatter the glass. She bolted out of the safe-haven
of her sheets, the bare soles of her feet slapping against the rich, dark hardwood floor. She ran to the glass, placing her
palm against it. She could feel the wind from out side, pushing, fighting to enter. An ice-cold draft already invaded through
a few tiny cracks that, up until this day, Vivian hadn't known existed.
It was all she had feared.
This wind was the same that had been, the same that had been seeping into each of her nightmares. The same wind that
had haunted her for seven years.
She wet her full, trembling lips. Nothing had ever scared Doctor Bliss. And even now, she had no right or want to be
frighted for herself.
No, she was frightened for the girl.
"No..." her wavering voice whispered, past the sill, the pane, and into the inky dark of a midnight world,
"You stay away from her...leave her alone..."
Outside, the heartless North wind, unheeding of her word, blew harder still.
***
They were travelers.
In the simpleist terms, in the simplist form, that what all they were. Travelers. Drifters. Call them what you would. Yet no
matter how much anyone pretended to know about them, there was only one rule they could even be counted on to follow.
Never Stay.
They moved from place to place. Town to Town, Village to Villiage, and--with the new modernization of the world--
City to City. They were as unpridictable as the one thing they followed, closly as a religion.
They were as unpridictable as the North Wind.
They stayed however long the wind wished them to, and left whenever the wind bid it so. How they had come to
understand the mysterious whisperings of their tempest gale was beyond anyone elses understanding but thier own. Thier
numbers were few,and the group in its entirity was no bigger then twenty or so. But Powerful? Oh yes, they did have power.
And for however mystic and vaugue that statment may be, it was truth. They had found their way into Hillwood as they had
found thier way into every other place they had been. They had followed thier darling wind. They all wore thick, heavy
hooded cloaks, Velvet in nature, and reminissant of a time long since past. Each had a different colour. Some bright, some
drab, and some faded with time. They moved in a tight formation, carrying on either side of them the luggage they hauled
into every town, kept in aged, torn suitcases. They kept their vastly oversized hoods covering their heads. And no matter
how the wind blew, that was how it stayed. To see them was almost like seeing a line of ghostly apparitions, slowly pacing
their way through the shawdowed, uncertain streets, seeking a place to rest, in peace. Finally, the two spectars that lead--
one in a fores-green claok, the other in rich fushia--Turned into a garden-like area that was called merely 'City Park'.
The rest of the group knew exactly what this place was, and they knew the trees, the benches, and the playgrounds.
After, they had seen all this before.
Seven years ago.
"I've had enough!" Shouted the voice that came from the black cloak near the end suddenly. The group stopped, and all
turned as black dropped his luggage and pulled back his hood violently, revealing ebony hair, solid brown eyes, and palid
skin. he blustered up to the Forest Green and Fushia cloaks, turning to the green.
"We've been walking five days without rest, Leal. We're hungry, tired and sore. You haven't even told us where the wind
takes us! Either I get some answers, or I don't walk a step further!"
The green--Leal-- removed his hood. His hair was bark-brown, with a beard to match, skin tanned, and eyes that
mimicked the colour of his cloak. He smiled jovially at the Black.
"I think you can calm down now, Anil." he said, his voice calm and patronizing, "We're exactly where we're suppose to be.
Isn't that right, Freda?"
The fushia cloak turned around, surveying the land. She, too, let her hood down, Exposing loose curls of gold-spun hair,
porcline skin, deep hued lips, grey-blue eyes, and strangest of all, two high-arched brows that were mysteriously,
dispite her hair colour...
Black.
"Yes." Freda replied, "This is where she is."
Anil raised a brow in curiosity, "Who's here, Freda?"
The other hooded figures stirred with the same interest.
Freda turn back to them, hair whipping, cloak snapping, making her look strangly ethreal in the coming gale of the Wind
they loved.
"A Little Girl." she told them. "A Little Girl who will join us, a Little girl I need to see, A Little girl..."
she stopped, choking on her words. she chewed her lip for a moment, closing her eyes as if in pain, her hand clasped onto
the crystal heart amulet around her neck.
"A Little Girl..." she repeated, "Named Helga."
um....DUM DUM DUM!!! *Tee Hee* I know, not that great. But...um...I don't know, just give it a try, okay?
It'll get better, promise.
Next Chappy Uploaded ASAP!
But until then....
Wishin' you...
Love
Life
Luck
n' Lafta'
~*~CD~*~
that to my computer! There was a power failure a few days ago, and, long story short, a fuse blew, or, a computer chip
or...Pah! The point is it won't turn on. So, the second chapter of 'Legends of the Norse' (named 'Lila, Get out of the Water')
and the FULLY COMPLETED fourth chapter of ACPfA (Named 'Eduardo's Redemption') now sit uslessly in a
powerless computer. My mom promise to take it in, but she leave on her vaction tomorrow, so that thing ain't going
NOWHERE till at LEAST August 12th. However, I was watching the Movie 'Chocolat', and came up with this little
diddy that I quickly proceeded to save on Hotmail. So, I will post and finsh this entire story (only if you like it, of course)
then proceed to post chapters from my two other stories when my Computer is fixed.
By the way, for those of you wondering, I'm typing this on my mom's computer! O_o...
Okay, Praying you like this...*gets down on her knees and begs*
Disclaimer- ~*~CD~*~ + Hey Arnold = unh unh darling. ^-^
~*~Daughter of Wind.~*~
Prologue-Seven Years Past Midnight.
(@)~)~~~(@)~)~~~(@)~)~~~(@)~)~~~
The Clever North Wind blew that night.
It blew deep into the cool night, howling into the deserted streets of the big City. Discarded papers and other debris were
caught in its whirlwind wrath, fluttering like evil winged creatures to the sky above. Yes, this was without a doubt, the North
Wind. For, what other could be so vengeful, so cruel, without reason?
Or perhaps, the wind did have a reason tonight.
From her well-furnished penthouse Apartment, child theripist Doctor Vivian Bliss stirred from the soft featherdown of her
lavender-silk bed. Not even Egyptian Cotton could quell the good doctor's need for the finery of life. No, the
high-maintence and as yet unweded Vivian had always been afflicted with a lust for the luxurious. She accepted this infirmity,
though the illness would have probably not been as noticable, had she not taken the occupation she had. Her dark eyes
opened and she watched the window carefully. No, it couldn't be. Not tonight. Not tonight, or the next night, or the next,
thought she. This wind had not come to bother the city for quite some time. This wind had not plagued Hillwood for
seven long years.
Suddenly, Gusts of frigid hate slapped against her window, threatening to shatter the glass. She bolted out of the safe-haven
of her sheets, the bare soles of her feet slapping against the rich, dark hardwood floor. She ran to the glass, placing her
palm against it. She could feel the wind from out side, pushing, fighting to enter. An ice-cold draft already invaded through
a few tiny cracks that, up until this day, Vivian hadn't known existed.
It was all she had feared.
This wind was the same that had been, the same that had been seeping into each of her nightmares. The same wind that
had haunted her for seven years.
She wet her full, trembling lips. Nothing had ever scared Doctor Bliss. And even now, she had no right or want to be
frighted for herself.
No, she was frightened for the girl.
"No..." her wavering voice whispered, past the sill, the pane, and into the inky dark of a midnight world,
"You stay away from her...leave her alone..."
Outside, the heartless North wind, unheeding of her word, blew harder still.
***
They were travelers.
In the simpleist terms, in the simplist form, that what all they were. Travelers. Drifters. Call them what you would. Yet no
matter how much anyone pretended to know about them, there was only one rule they could even be counted on to follow.
Never Stay.
They moved from place to place. Town to Town, Village to Villiage, and--with the new modernization of the world--
City to City. They were as unpridictable as the one thing they followed, closly as a religion.
They were as unpridictable as the North Wind.
They stayed however long the wind wished them to, and left whenever the wind bid it so. How they had come to
understand the mysterious whisperings of their tempest gale was beyond anyone elses understanding but thier own. Thier
numbers were few,and the group in its entirity was no bigger then twenty or so. But Powerful? Oh yes, they did have power.
And for however mystic and vaugue that statment may be, it was truth. They had found their way into Hillwood as they had
found thier way into every other place they had been. They had followed thier darling wind. They all wore thick, heavy
hooded cloaks, Velvet in nature, and reminissant of a time long since past. Each had a different colour. Some bright, some
drab, and some faded with time. They moved in a tight formation, carrying on either side of them the luggage they hauled
into every town, kept in aged, torn suitcases. They kept their vastly oversized hoods covering their heads. And no matter
how the wind blew, that was how it stayed. To see them was almost like seeing a line of ghostly apparitions, slowly pacing
their way through the shawdowed, uncertain streets, seeking a place to rest, in peace. Finally, the two spectars that lead--
one in a fores-green claok, the other in rich fushia--Turned into a garden-like area that was called merely 'City Park'.
The rest of the group knew exactly what this place was, and they knew the trees, the benches, and the playgrounds.
After, they had seen all this before.
Seven years ago.
"I've had enough!" Shouted the voice that came from the black cloak near the end suddenly. The group stopped, and all
turned as black dropped his luggage and pulled back his hood violently, revealing ebony hair, solid brown eyes, and palid
skin. he blustered up to the Forest Green and Fushia cloaks, turning to the green.
"We've been walking five days without rest, Leal. We're hungry, tired and sore. You haven't even told us where the wind
takes us! Either I get some answers, or I don't walk a step further!"
The green--Leal-- removed his hood. His hair was bark-brown, with a beard to match, skin tanned, and eyes that
mimicked the colour of his cloak. He smiled jovially at the Black.
"I think you can calm down now, Anil." he said, his voice calm and patronizing, "We're exactly where we're suppose to be.
Isn't that right, Freda?"
The fushia cloak turned around, surveying the land. She, too, let her hood down, Exposing loose curls of gold-spun hair,
porcline skin, deep hued lips, grey-blue eyes, and strangest of all, two high-arched brows that were mysteriously,
dispite her hair colour...
Black.
"Yes." Freda replied, "This is where she is."
Anil raised a brow in curiosity, "Who's here, Freda?"
The other hooded figures stirred with the same interest.
Freda turn back to them, hair whipping, cloak snapping, making her look strangly ethreal in the coming gale of the Wind
they loved.
"A Little Girl." she told them. "A Little Girl who will join us, a Little girl I need to see, A Little girl..."
she stopped, choking on her words. she chewed her lip for a moment, closing her eyes as if in pain, her hand clasped onto
the crystal heart amulet around her neck.
"A Little Girl..." she repeated, "Named Helga."
um....DUM DUM DUM!!! *Tee Hee* I know, not that great. But...um...I don't know, just give it a try, okay?
It'll get better, promise.
Next Chappy Uploaded ASAP!
But until then....
Wishin' you...
Love
Life
Luck
n' Lafta'
~*~CD~*~