A/N ~ Hey guys! hope you like this... it's mi first FF, so plz go easy, ok? Remember, this is jus a prolouge, so it's shorty, k? if you have any good ideas for the next chaps, R/R! thanx a bunch
~keilani~
"Speaking"
~thinking~
{Mind-speak thing}
Sandry woke, again, sweating puddles. Fumbling for the pouch on her night stand, she opened it and held it's contents close to her heart. The light was fading, and she wasn't as afraid as she used to be, but she still needed it. ~I need air~... she thought, and grabbed a light sheet from the linen closet on her way up the stairs to the roof of Dicipline cottage. Opening the hatch door, she steped out and unrolled the blanket, smoothing it out on the thatched roof. She sat down with her back against the chiminey and slowly breathed in and out. Without knowing it, she fell into the beathing pattern herself and her three foster-siblings used for their meditation. Sandry thought about her foster-familiy. About Daja and Tris, Lark, Rosethorn, Niko and..... ~Briar~. Her mind kept wandering back and focusing on the one person she adored. Eventually, she wraped herself up in the sheet and fell asleep on the roof.
Scince growing older, and getting more and more lesson time with Frostpine, Daja had decided, with perrmission from her teachers amd Niko, to move into a different Cottage, shared by Frostpine and Kirel. She didn't really feel anything for Kirel in the begining, but one night, he'd happend to leave his door open before he fell asleep, and there rooms were right across the hall from each other, and she couldn't help leaving her door open too. As she watched him sleep from her room, Daja though the looked just like a five year old kid, truning over in his bed...um...drooling? Okay, well, that's kind of gross but not the point. She cought herself staring at him while she was working in the forge. His pale skin, baby blue eyes and blond hair entranced her. She knew she had to be careful. He can't find out, she had concluded. He just can't. Turning back around, she fell into a snoring slumber.
Tris had changed very much over the 8 years scince the Four had come to Dicipline. She was taller, yes, but not much. Much, much thinner. In the last Barley Moon* alone, she'd lost at least forty pounds, and grew her now-not-as-curly-hair down to her waist. She was less easily angered, too. Niko had gone off wandering again, and scince there was no one there to give her lessons, she had taken to wandering around the Water Temple in the afternoons. On one of these occasions, she ran right into one of the temple novices. She'd countingued to run into him for the next couple of days, and he'd started to walk her back to the cottage. He'd looked into her eyes, and held her hand in his, but she hadn't really thought much of it. They'd countined like this for some weeks, and he'd meet up with her earlier, taking he on longer walks into less-populates areas, and stealing the ocasional kiss. At first she was alarmed, but she kind of enjoyed it. Thinking about it in her dreams, she slept on.
Briar sighed. he had been debating about wheather or not to tell her for weeks. ~If I asked Tris, I already know what she would say. "I don't know Briar... what if she doesn't feel that same way? Or what if she does? The how are you gonna tell Rosethorn and Lark?" I know she's right. But if I he asked Daja what to do, I also know what she would say. "Come on, plant-boy! What've you got to lose? It's worth it. " I know she's right too, in a way.~ He really didn't know what to do, and his head was starting to hurt. His shakkan sensed his anger/ misery/ confusion, and reached out to him. He asurred it that everything was fine, and convinced it to go back to its pot. Ending his debate in his mind, he got out of bed and trudged up the stairs to the roof. Even if he had sensed her up there, he didn't care anymore. Emerging onto the thatch, he sat to stare at Sandry. ~My perfect girl...like I even have a chance! She's practicly royalty now!~ He sat gazing at her for a couple of minutes, her lips, face, hair ...her. He crawled onto the opposite side of the red-brick chiminey and fell asleep.
A/N~ Yea, I kno. sad, isn't it? I promise the next chappy iz bettah!
~keilani~
As Briar, Sandry, Daja, and Tris, grow and mature, two people enter the picture and effect the 4 in ways not even they know.
~keilani~
"Speaking"
~thinking~
{Mind-speak thing}
Sandry woke, again, sweating puddles. Fumbling for the pouch on her night stand, she opened it and held it's contents close to her heart. The light was fading, and she wasn't as afraid as she used to be, but she still needed it. ~I need air~... she thought, and grabbed a light sheet from the linen closet on her way up the stairs to the roof of Dicipline cottage. Opening the hatch door, she steped out and unrolled the blanket, smoothing it out on the thatched roof. She sat down with her back against the chiminey and slowly breathed in and out. Without knowing it, she fell into the beathing pattern herself and her three foster-siblings used for their meditation. Sandry thought about her foster-familiy. About Daja and Tris, Lark, Rosethorn, Niko and..... ~Briar~. Her mind kept wandering back and focusing on the one person she adored. Eventually, she wraped herself up in the sheet and fell asleep on the roof.
Scince growing older, and getting more and more lesson time with Frostpine, Daja had decided, with perrmission from her teachers amd Niko, to move into a different Cottage, shared by Frostpine and Kirel. She didn't really feel anything for Kirel in the begining, but one night, he'd happend to leave his door open before he fell asleep, and there rooms were right across the hall from each other, and she couldn't help leaving her door open too. As she watched him sleep from her room, Daja though the looked just like a five year old kid, truning over in his bed...um...drooling? Okay, well, that's kind of gross but not the point. She cought herself staring at him while she was working in the forge. His pale skin, baby blue eyes and blond hair entranced her. She knew she had to be careful. He can't find out, she had concluded. He just can't. Turning back around, she fell into a snoring slumber.
Tris had changed very much over the 8 years scince the Four had come to Dicipline. She was taller, yes, but not much. Much, much thinner. In the last Barley Moon* alone, she'd lost at least forty pounds, and grew her now-not-as-curly-hair down to her waist. She was less easily angered, too. Niko had gone off wandering again, and scince there was no one there to give her lessons, she had taken to wandering around the Water Temple in the afternoons. On one of these occasions, she ran right into one of the temple novices. She'd countingued to run into him for the next couple of days, and he'd started to walk her back to the cottage. He'd looked into her eyes, and held her hand in his, but she hadn't really thought much of it. They'd countined like this for some weeks, and he'd meet up with her earlier, taking he on longer walks into less-populates areas, and stealing the ocasional kiss. At first she was alarmed, but she kind of enjoyed it. Thinking about it in her dreams, she slept on.
Briar sighed. he had been debating about wheather or not to tell her for weeks. ~If I asked Tris, I already know what she would say. "I don't know Briar... what if she doesn't feel that same way? Or what if she does? The how are you gonna tell Rosethorn and Lark?" I know she's right. But if I he asked Daja what to do, I also know what she would say. "Come on, plant-boy! What've you got to lose? It's worth it. " I know she's right too, in a way.~ He really didn't know what to do, and his head was starting to hurt. His shakkan sensed his anger/ misery/ confusion, and reached out to him. He asurred it that everything was fine, and convinced it to go back to its pot. Ending his debate in his mind, he got out of bed and trudged up the stairs to the roof. Even if he had sensed her up there, he didn't care anymore. Emerging onto the thatch, he sat to stare at Sandry. ~My perfect girl...like I even have a chance! She's practicly royalty now!~ He sat gazing at her for a couple of minutes, her lips, face, hair ...her. He crawled onto the opposite side of the red-brick chiminey and fell asleep.
A/N~ Yea, I kno. sad, isn't it? I promise the next chappy iz bettah!
~keilani~
As Briar, Sandry, Daja, and Tris, grow and mature, two people enter the picture and effect the 4 in ways not even they know.