((Anna: I think it's about time I get restarted on my updating here XD I've just been having a writer's block for Darkness Before the Dawn, and not a very large urge to write Avalon: Web of Magic. Maybe that new book that's coming out will give me some motivation. I doubt it, though, since Dreamer doesn't exist in my version... Anyway, this is not meant to be a story. It was not intended to be long. It was meant to be a little intermission of pure emotion, with no substantial plot. This is set six, seven years after the defeat of the Dark Soceress. Maybe there will be other chapters, to explain what happened to Emily and Kara... and Zach.
Disclaimer: Avalon is not mine, but its not yours, either. Ha!))
Love is a Full Blown War
A short story
She stared up at the stars. Once, she had asked her mother how many there were, since she was too young to count high enough to include them all. The older woman had not answered for a long time, and her daughter began to wonder if she had somehow offended the sensitive artist. But finally, her soft voice said that when the stars flash their brilliance, twinkled and winked like they knew some big secret, they were in fact delivering a short, sweet message from somebody in the the spirit world: "I love you".
Now, fifteen years later, that same child watched the night sky from a completely different angle she had when she was four years old. They were the same stars, she knew that much, she was just looking at them from the soil of another planet. The familiar sounds of night-time Aldenmor wilderness filled her ears, the pine forest scent mixed with magic and animal musk drifted like perfume through her nose. This place was her home now, she never had a duty to Earth once her mistwolf soulmate died. So she had ventured into the wild that both soothed and thrilled her.
Her parents probably didn't care. They were too busy making money somewhere in the States, ignoring each other and the little girl they had made together. Boy, would they be in for a surprise when they called the Wildlife Preserve only to discover that their daughter had chosen to live a life with the animals and did not wish to be bothered with human company. At least, that was the story she had asked her grandmother to tell them.
She rolled onto her side, eyeing the tattered edge of the blanket she was sleeping on. Her Elfish friends had made this for them, and it was of the finest fairy material there was. Most of the magical creatures had something to donate to the warrior mage and the dragonkeeper on the celebration day. He said he would be back. That he would share this bed with her again. She had promised she would wait forever. And she meant it. Nothing would get in the way. He had promised that when they died -- for he had never admitted that they could die apart -- they would be old and gray and surrounded by children and grandchildren.
He had held her close before he left; close enough so that she could hear his heart beat. He had spoke to her that last time, spoke to her of a future they could never have.
He showed her a world where Aldenmor was peaceful. Where everyone grew with trust and guidance from even strangers, where to doubt would bet to open yourself to the Black Magic. He showed her a world where Elves cared for griffins, where imps stole nothing but the hearts of the pixies. Where mistwolves ran alongside unicorns, weaving magic and helping Aldenmor grow. Where humans were trusted.
He showed her his home, the treehouse Okawa, weathered with age but still springy and youthful thanks to the love it grew between its branches. He showed her a perfectly imperfect family, a family that he knew would appeal to her, the family he knew she had dreamed of but now could never have. In their fantasy, he gave her what she always wanted; a daughter to call Stormbringer.
She rolled back onto her back, since the pine needles that sprinkled the blanket made her elbows itch. It made her smile -- something in all this remained the same. Life would go on. And she had no choice but to go with it. It wouldn't stop for her to ask for directions. The road she had in front of her she didn't reconize, but she would learn. By herself. He had always said she was independent and brilliant.
But he would never tell her that again. He wouldn't ever sleep with her on their very blanket, or tell her stories of his childhood, or even better, the future he planned to have with her. Never again would he question her about things like 'TV' and 'shampoo'. Never would she kiss him for some sweet, special gift he had known would get to her heart.
"I promised forever, Zach," Adriane whispered to the sky. "And I will wait."
And, high in the dark blanket of night, she thought she saw a star wink in return.
((There. Please, no heavy flames. I'm a very sensitive girl... But do review! *big puppy eyes*
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Disclaimer: Avalon is not mine, but its not yours, either. Ha!))
Love is a Full Blown War
A short story
She stared up at the stars. Once, she had asked her mother how many there were, since she was too young to count high enough to include them all. The older woman had not answered for a long time, and her daughter began to wonder if she had somehow offended the sensitive artist. But finally, her soft voice said that when the stars flash their brilliance, twinkled and winked like they knew some big secret, they were in fact delivering a short, sweet message from somebody in the the spirit world: "I love you".
Now, fifteen years later, that same child watched the night sky from a completely different angle she had when she was four years old. They were the same stars, she knew that much, she was just looking at them from the soil of another planet. The familiar sounds of night-time Aldenmor wilderness filled her ears, the pine forest scent mixed with magic and animal musk drifted like perfume through her nose. This place was her home now, she never had a duty to Earth once her mistwolf soulmate died. So she had ventured into the wild that both soothed and thrilled her.
Her parents probably didn't care. They were too busy making money somewhere in the States, ignoring each other and the little girl they had made together. Boy, would they be in for a surprise when they called the Wildlife Preserve only to discover that their daughter had chosen to live a life with the animals and did not wish to be bothered with human company. At least, that was the story she had asked her grandmother to tell them.
She rolled onto her side, eyeing the tattered edge of the blanket she was sleeping on. Her Elfish friends had made this for them, and it was of the finest fairy material there was. Most of the magical creatures had something to donate to the warrior mage and the dragonkeeper on the celebration day. He said he would be back. That he would share this bed with her again. She had promised she would wait forever. And she meant it. Nothing would get in the way. He had promised that when they died -- for he had never admitted that they could die apart -- they would be old and gray and surrounded by children and grandchildren.
He had held her close before he left; close enough so that she could hear his heart beat. He had spoke to her that last time, spoke to her of a future they could never have.
He showed her a world where Aldenmor was peaceful. Where everyone grew with trust and guidance from even strangers, where to doubt would bet to open yourself to the Black Magic. He showed her a world where Elves cared for griffins, where imps stole nothing but the hearts of the pixies. Where mistwolves ran alongside unicorns, weaving magic and helping Aldenmor grow. Where humans were trusted.
He showed her his home, the treehouse Okawa, weathered with age but still springy and youthful thanks to the love it grew between its branches. He showed her a perfectly imperfect family, a family that he knew would appeal to her, the family he knew she had dreamed of but now could never have. In their fantasy, he gave her what she always wanted; a daughter to call Stormbringer.
She rolled back onto her back, since the pine needles that sprinkled the blanket made her elbows itch. It made her smile -- something in all this remained the same. Life would go on. And she had no choice but to go with it. It wouldn't stop for her to ask for directions. The road she had in front of her she didn't reconize, but she would learn. By herself. He had always said she was independent and brilliant.
But he would never tell her that again. He wouldn't ever sleep with her on their very blanket, or tell her stories of his childhood, or even better, the future he planned to have with her. Never again would he question her about things like 'TV' and 'shampoo'. Never would she kiss him for some sweet, special gift he had known would get to her heart.
"I promised forever, Zach," Adriane whispered to the sky. "And I will wait."
And, high in the dark blanket of night, she thought she saw a star wink in return.
((There. Please, no heavy flames. I'm a very sensitive girl... But do review! *big puppy eyes*
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