Catch A Falling Star
By Sujakata
Dedicated to: George, my wonderful spider
Disclaimer: I don't own Circle of Magic or The Circle Opens, or any of Tamora's books
AN/ Right everyone, I know I'm working on my other fic Fly with the Angels, but I had this idea, and I'm going to run with it, so I hope you like it. This will once again be a S/B, sorry all T/B fans, I love Tris too, there will be D/K, I'll give Tris a handsome and rather sexy assassin guy, how about that people? And you can name him (that's for the first Tris fan to do :D you get first preference, go you!)
Prologue: Never Let it Fade Away
Nothing made any sense, nothing at all. All she knew was she hated the dark, hated it with a passion, and with that hate was fear, an absolute fear that suffocated her, chocked her until she couldn't breath. Thoughts would swirl in her head, she would see faces of people she had never met before, flashes of red curls, dark brown skin and a contrasting bright white smile, and then the solemn green eyes. These pictures would just crash through her mind, make her go crazy with anticipation, who were these people, what did they want? And all she knew at that moment was that even though these flashes of something were things she couldn't comprehend, they took away some of her fear of the complete darkness.
Light could be seen filtering through the crack under the door and the girl shivered and crawled to the back of her cage, the cement floor was a stinging cold and bit at her bare legs and with her back pressed against the bars she tried to shield herself from the light that filled the entire room as the fires on the walls were lit. The light hurt her eyes, but relief and a temporary warmth flowed from it, it however didn't last long as the shuffling footsteps of a man could be heard and the shaking once again consumed the caged girl. The man walked right into the light and peered down at the girl with slight disgust.
"ye' may 'ave been born a noble, but ye' aint goin' te' live like 'n" she shivered again at the sound of the voice, she hated him, just as much as she hated the dark, and she hated his little minions too, who liked to beat her up for no reason, just because they felt like it. "I got ye' a buyer, don' know why 'neone would want ye' but, beggars cain't be choosers, now can we?" the was more shuffling and the girl shrunk back even more as the man came closer to the bars on her cage, "ye' should look at me when I'm talkin' te' ye', I like te' look at ye' beaut'ful eyes" the girl kept her face hidden behind lank flaxen hair and the man clucked his tongue before turning around and walking to the door "git ready f'r a new home g'rl" then the light was off and the room was plunged into darkness once again.
The girl still shaking turned her eyes out to the small bared window, and with a shuddering breath began to sing a song, the only one she remembered from her life before
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day
Tears fell from bright cornflower blue eyes and the girl made no move to wipe them away, she was alone, and all she knew was that no one was coming to save her
For love may come and tap you on the shoulder some starless night
Just in case you feel you want to hold her
You'll have a pocketful of starlight
Wrapping her arms around her small frame to ward off the cold, the girl continued to stare out at the window, her faltering voice could be heard outside on the still night for miles around.
~~
.........Black, Dark, Hurt, Cold............
Briar shot up from him bed at Winding Circle breathing Heavily, he'd only just arrived that night, he was in the dorms with all those bags, and he'd had a nightmare 'I'm flippin eighteen years old an' I getting' all freaky over a dream?' running a shaking hand through his messy black curls he glanced around the room, all the other boys were asleep 'thank the stars' Briar checked his throwing daggers, just to make sure non of the bleaters had taken his things during the night while he slept, sighing he swung his feet from his bed and looked out the window. The stars were unusually dull tonight.. 'does that mean something? Does that have anything to do with my nightmare?' shaking his head and feeling beads of sweat drip from his face the young man hopped quietly from his bed and went in search of some place to cool down. Tiptoeing down the hall ways he was lucky enough not to be caught by any of the dedicates. Walking past the gardens he came to the high walls of Winding Circle and without a thought lunched himself up onto the wall and sat there looking out over the landscape, the lights of Emelan could be seen just on the horizon.
Breathing in deeply Briar shivered in the cold, rubbing his arms he continued to just look around himself with unseeing eyes 'this isn't the place for me, this isn't who I am, I don't hang with bags, I don't sleep in a comfortable bed, I just don't fit' sighing he flicked his unruly hair out of his eyes and started back at the flickering lights of the city. It was a strangely still night, there was no wind, but the cold was still hanging in the air. Flopping his legs over the side of the wall Briar leaned against his hands and thought about nothing, he shivered again and growled 'its too damn cold, 'ts getting' on my nerves' and he was about to head back to his dorm when he heard a voice on the wind, broken words echoed through the night, and sadly it reminded him of his nightmare
Catch...falling star...put it..your pocket
Never let..fade away
...a fall...star..it in... pocket
Save...for..rainy day
He shuddered, the voice sounded so sad, and he had no idea where it was coming from, it was like a thread of something, riding through the entire earth, through the ground, floating on the wind, reverberating from the stones, the metal, it was all around, and it scared him greatly. He closed his eyes to try and block out the singing, but a flash of teary blue eyes seared through his mind and was chased by bright coppery curls and a blinding white smile. 'what did this mean?'
~~
the book wasn't that interesting, Tris chucked it down and stood from the settee to cross to the window, looking out at it, it was too stuffy in her room so she pried open the old window and leaned out of it, and that was when she heard it, the soft, sad voice that faulted over the words, and for some unknown reason Tris's usual ice-maiden mask melted and she smiled sadly and sang along with the broken voice, waiting for it to catch up to the words, she could feel as if some part of her was tied to whoever was singing, it both scared her and intrigued her 'what is this?'
For when your troubles start multiplyin' and they just might
It's easy to forget them without tryin'
With just a pocketful of starlight
Tris sighed and stopped singing to listen to the rest of the song, it was supposed to be a happy, little silly song, but the way the person was singing, it wounded as if this persons whole life was weaved around the singing, and Tris could feel this persons sadness, its fear, its loneliness.. and she closed her eyes as tears formed in her eyes, and by doing this she brought about a flash of sad blue eyes, a bright flash of pearly white teeth and solemn green eyes. Snapping her grey eyes open Tris stumbled backwards and she quickly closed the window to block out the person singing. Shivering at the onslaught of what had just happened to her Tris blew out her light and huddled under her blankets, trying to warm her very soul.
~~
The clank clank clank of a trader staff could be heard on the abandoned streets late that night, the air was still so the sound travelled and signalled that someone was coming. Daja Kisubo was going back to her temporary home, her mother and father had to set up some tents because the tide was out and they couldn't sail away to the next port. Daja sighed, she hated being immobile, of being in one place too long, she started humming a slow tune as she walked and from a few streets away from her a voice rang out, their words fitting perfectly with the tune she had been humming, however it wasn't the kind of song Daja had been expecting and she stopped, in the middle of the street to listen.
She clutched her staff tighter to her chest as the heartbroken sobs could be heard between the breaks in the girls singing, Daja bit the inside of her cheek and shut her eyes tightly to stop herself from crying, and as she did that she pictured big teary blue eyes, a bright flash of red curls and green serious eyes. Daja opened her eyes quickly and took a glance around 'what was that?' making a warding off sign for bad spirits the trader continued on her way back to her families tents, the sad song following her all the way back..
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day
(Save it for a rainy day)
....Save it for a rainy day
~~~~
Sujakata: I think I'll stop right here, I'm supposed to get to bed!
Oh and I ask that you forgive me for my spelling and grammar errors, I suck at English :D
REVIEW!!!!
Catch A Falling Star [Artist: Perry Como (peak Billboard position # 1 in 1958)
Words and Music by Paul Vance and Lee Pockriss]
By Sujakata
Dedicated to: George, my wonderful spider
Disclaimer: I don't own Circle of Magic or The Circle Opens, or any of Tamora's books
AN/ Right everyone, I know I'm working on my other fic Fly with the Angels, but I had this idea, and I'm going to run with it, so I hope you like it. This will once again be a S/B, sorry all T/B fans, I love Tris too, there will be D/K, I'll give Tris a handsome and rather sexy assassin guy, how about that people? And you can name him (that's for the first Tris fan to do :D you get first preference, go you!)
Prologue: Never Let it Fade Away
Nothing made any sense, nothing at all. All she knew was she hated the dark, hated it with a passion, and with that hate was fear, an absolute fear that suffocated her, chocked her until she couldn't breath. Thoughts would swirl in her head, she would see faces of people she had never met before, flashes of red curls, dark brown skin and a contrasting bright white smile, and then the solemn green eyes. These pictures would just crash through her mind, make her go crazy with anticipation, who were these people, what did they want? And all she knew at that moment was that even though these flashes of something were things she couldn't comprehend, they took away some of her fear of the complete darkness.
Light could be seen filtering through the crack under the door and the girl shivered and crawled to the back of her cage, the cement floor was a stinging cold and bit at her bare legs and with her back pressed against the bars she tried to shield herself from the light that filled the entire room as the fires on the walls were lit. The light hurt her eyes, but relief and a temporary warmth flowed from it, it however didn't last long as the shuffling footsteps of a man could be heard and the shaking once again consumed the caged girl. The man walked right into the light and peered down at the girl with slight disgust.
"ye' may 'ave been born a noble, but ye' aint goin' te' live like 'n" she shivered again at the sound of the voice, she hated him, just as much as she hated the dark, and she hated his little minions too, who liked to beat her up for no reason, just because they felt like it. "I got ye' a buyer, don' know why 'neone would want ye' but, beggars cain't be choosers, now can we?" the was more shuffling and the girl shrunk back even more as the man came closer to the bars on her cage, "ye' should look at me when I'm talkin' te' ye', I like te' look at ye' beaut'ful eyes" the girl kept her face hidden behind lank flaxen hair and the man clucked his tongue before turning around and walking to the door "git ready f'r a new home g'rl" then the light was off and the room was plunged into darkness once again.
The girl still shaking turned her eyes out to the small bared window, and with a shuddering breath began to sing a song, the only one she remembered from her life before
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day
Tears fell from bright cornflower blue eyes and the girl made no move to wipe them away, she was alone, and all she knew was that no one was coming to save her
For love may come and tap you on the shoulder some starless night
Just in case you feel you want to hold her
You'll have a pocketful of starlight
Wrapping her arms around her small frame to ward off the cold, the girl continued to stare out at the window, her faltering voice could be heard outside on the still night for miles around.
~~
.........Black, Dark, Hurt, Cold............
Briar shot up from him bed at Winding Circle breathing Heavily, he'd only just arrived that night, he was in the dorms with all those bags, and he'd had a nightmare 'I'm flippin eighteen years old an' I getting' all freaky over a dream?' running a shaking hand through his messy black curls he glanced around the room, all the other boys were asleep 'thank the stars' Briar checked his throwing daggers, just to make sure non of the bleaters had taken his things during the night while he slept, sighing he swung his feet from his bed and looked out the window. The stars were unusually dull tonight.. 'does that mean something? Does that have anything to do with my nightmare?' shaking his head and feeling beads of sweat drip from his face the young man hopped quietly from his bed and went in search of some place to cool down. Tiptoeing down the hall ways he was lucky enough not to be caught by any of the dedicates. Walking past the gardens he came to the high walls of Winding Circle and without a thought lunched himself up onto the wall and sat there looking out over the landscape, the lights of Emelan could be seen just on the horizon.
Breathing in deeply Briar shivered in the cold, rubbing his arms he continued to just look around himself with unseeing eyes 'this isn't the place for me, this isn't who I am, I don't hang with bags, I don't sleep in a comfortable bed, I just don't fit' sighing he flicked his unruly hair out of his eyes and started back at the flickering lights of the city. It was a strangely still night, there was no wind, but the cold was still hanging in the air. Flopping his legs over the side of the wall Briar leaned against his hands and thought about nothing, he shivered again and growled 'its too damn cold, 'ts getting' on my nerves' and he was about to head back to his dorm when he heard a voice on the wind, broken words echoed through the night, and sadly it reminded him of his nightmare
Catch...falling star...put it..your pocket
Never let..fade away
...a fall...star..it in... pocket
Save...for..rainy day
He shuddered, the voice sounded so sad, and he had no idea where it was coming from, it was like a thread of something, riding through the entire earth, through the ground, floating on the wind, reverberating from the stones, the metal, it was all around, and it scared him greatly. He closed his eyes to try and block out the singing, but a flash of teary blue eyes seared through his mind and was chased by bright coppery curls and a blinding white smile. 'what did this mean?'
~~
the book wasn't that interesting, Tris chucked it down and stood from the settee to cross to the window, looking out at it, it was too stuffy in her room so she pried open the old window and leaned out of it, and that was when she heard it, the soft, sad voice that faulted over the words, and for some unknown reason Tris's usual ice-maiden mask melted and she smiled sadly and sang along with the broken voice, waiting for it to catch up to the words, she could feel as if some part of her was tied to whoever was singing, it both scared her and intrigued her 'what is this?'
For when your troubles start multiplyin' and they just might
It's easy to forget them without tryin'
With just a pocketful of starlight
Tris sighed and stopped singing to listen to the rest of the song, it was supposed to be a happy, little silly song, but the way the person was singing, it wounded as if this persons whole life was weaved around the singing, and Tris could feel this persons sadness, its fear, its loneliness.. and she closed her eyes as tears formed in her eyes, and by doing this she brought about a flash of sad blue eyes, a bright flash of pearly white teeth and solemn green eyes. Snapping her grey eyes open Tris stumbled backwards and she quickly closed the window to block out the person singing. Shivering at the onslaught of what had just happened to her Tris blew out her light and huddled under her blankets, trying to warm her very soul.
~~
The clank clank clank of a trader staff could be heard on the abandoned streets late that night, the air was still so the sound travelled and signalled that someone was coming. Daja Kisubo was going back to her temporary home, her mother and father had to set up some tents because the tide was out and they couldn't sail away to the next port. Daja sighed, she hated being immobile, of being in one place too long, she started humming a slow tune as she walked and from a few streets away from her a voice rang out, their words fitting perfectly with the tune she had been humming, however it wasn't the kind of song Daja had been expecting and she stopped, in the middle of the street to listen.
She clutched her staff tighter to her chest as the heartbroken sobs could be heard between the breaks in the girls singing, Daja bit the inside of her cheek and shut her eyes tightly to stop herself from crying, and as she did that she pictured big teary blue eyes, a bright flash of red curls and green serious eyes. Daja opened her eyes quickly and took a glance around 'what was that?' making a warding off sign for bad spirits the trader continued on her way back to her families tents, the sad song following her all the way back..
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day
(Save it for a rainy day)
....Save it for a rainy day
~~~~
Sujakata: I think I'll stop right here, I'm supposed to get to bed!
Oh and I ask that you forgive me for my spelling and grammar errors, I suck at English :D
REVIEW!!!!
Catch A Falling Star [Artist: Perry Como (peak Billboard position # 1 in 1958)
Words and Music by Paul Vance and Lee Pockriss]