So… Here is my new TP story, Dreamer. As all of my other stories I'll try
to update every weekend (if I don't get a writer's block or something). I
own the plot as well as the persons that seem unfamiliar to you. The
spellingmistakes are mine too. Now on with the story...
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Tamilla pulled her fingers through her long, jet-black hair before returning them to the water. She was ten years old, but when she worked she semed to be decades older. The clothes she was washing belonged to the family she served. Behind her the five young children were playing; the sixth was hanging from a bag on her back. Tammy's small, strong fingers worked fast in the freezing water. Her breaths were like small clouds. She worked automatically.
At last she was done. She lifted the sack of clothes as well as the little girl. The other children walked with her. When they entered the little yard in the marchands' quarters in Caynn, she felt the warmth return to her body. Even though a life as an orphaned servant was hard, it was the only life she'd ever known. And this house was the only home she remembered.
That night she felt awfully thirsty. On her way to the kitchen for tea she felt some strange power pull her in another direction. From a not fully closed door she saw a blue-purple light. It was radiating and acting alive.
"I need another cube." It was the voice of her master, the merchand. "Her Gift is strong and this cube is full." Tamilla quietly opened the door a little more. She saw that the blue-purple light came from some kind of cube. It had the excact same colour as her eyes! She felt something pull her, like that cube was a part of her.
"I'll bring it to you tomorrow," said another voice. It was dark and scary.
"I'm forever grateful to you for this deal. Not only did I get magic, I also got a hard-working servant."
"That's good, my friend." The truth slowly dawned to her. She'd always felt like something was missing in her life, and not only a family. That cube was filled with her essence. How dared they?!! She waited in a corner for the men to exit the room before she went in. There was a letter-knife on the table. She took it and slammed it against the crystal-like cube. The sound was awful, but the marks she made on it seemed to be enough since it was almost full. Blindingly blue-purple light got through and came towards her like a big ball of fire. It slammed her to the floor, and everything got dark...
When she awoke she figured only a few seconds had passed. She got up and pushed the sick feeling in her stomach and the pain in her head away. It was the other pain that was worst. It felt like her blood had turned into magma as it ran through her veins. She tried to ignore it and succeeded partially. She was able to run out of the house before the men caught her. She ran down the alleys and when she got back to her right state of mind, she was outside the city. That was when she took the decision: She would leave Caynn.
When she first awoke early in the morning she didn't understand why she was lying in the snow outside the city, but then she remembered everything that had happened in the night. When she looked at her hands she saw they were still shining in that blue-purple color of hers. And the snow all around her had melted away. She figured only that magic – her Gift – had saved her from dying in the cold winter-night. This made her grin. She – Tamilla – who hated cold above everything else, had slept outside in January. But what should she do now? She couldn't ever go back to Caynn; they would kill her for what she'd done. She eyed herself. What a mess. They had always made her wear the oldest of the boys clothes. He was eight, but Tamilla's tiny body made him bigger anyway. She was wearing an old pair of brown trousers, a grey shirt – it had probably been white once, but not anymore, and a woolen, green sweater. Her feet were bare as they had been for all of her life. She looked like a boy except for the hair. And nobody would notice a boy on the road. She would need a knife. She looked back at the city. She was accused for stealing her own Gift now, anyway. Why not steal a knife too. She could use a weapon.
She had her head bowed as she went through the streets. At last she saw the shop of knifes she had been looking for. He'd called her the daughter of a whore! This would get her what she needed plus sweet revenge. She knew her mother probably was a whore, but she didn't want people to yell about it. She went in. The girl at the counter eyed her suspectively, but Tammy's friend, the small-time thieve Berny, had taught her well. A short, but sharp, knife was quickly shoved down her pocket. She stuck her tongue out at the girl and ran for it.
Well outside the city again she took the knife, and for the first time in her life her waist-long hair was cut. Short and black. The knife was placed in her pocket. She was now free to go everywhere she'd want to. Eyeing the road that lay ahead of her she chose Corus: The best place to hide, and the best place for a thieve to survive.
How did you like it? Pleace review. It won't be mixed up with "Like Mother Like Son" yet, but it will happen eventually. Oh – did I ask you to review?
Danie.
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Tamilla pulled her fingers through her long, jet-black hair before returning them to the water. She was ten years old, but when she worked she semed to be decades older. The clothes she was washing belonged to the family she served. Behind her the five young children were playing; the sixth was hanging from a bag on her back. Tammy's small, strong fingers worked fast in the freezing water. Her breaths were like small clouds. She worked automatically.
At last she was done. She lifted the sack of clothes as well as the little girl. The other children walked with her. When they entered the little yard in the marchands' quarters in Caynn, she felt the warmth return to her body. Even though a life as an orphaned servant was hard, it was the only life she'd ever known. And this house was the only home she remembered.
That night she felt awfully thirsty. On her way to the kitchen for tea she felt some strange power pull her in another direction. From a not fully closed door she saw a blue-purple light. It was radiating and acting alive.
"I need another cube." It was the voice of her master, the merchand. "Her Gift is strong and this cube is full." Tamilla quietly opened the door a little more. She saw that the blue-purple light came from some kind of cube. It had the excact same colour as her eyes! She felt something pull her, like that cube was a part of her.
"I'll bring it to you tomorrow," said another voice. It was dark and scary.
"I'm forever grateful to you for this deal. Not only did I get magic, I also got a hard-working servant."
"That's good, my friend." The truth slowly dawned to her. She'd always felt like something was missing in her life, and not only a family. That cube was filled with her essence. How dared they?!! She waited in a corner for the men to exit the room before she went in. There was a letter-knife on the table. She took it and slammed it against the crystal-like cube. The sound was awful, but the marks she made on it seemed to be enough since it was almost full. Blindingly blue-purple light got through and came towards her like a big ball of fire. It slammed her to the floor, and everything got dark...
When she awoke she figured only a few seconds had passed. She got up and pushed the sick feeling in her stomach and the pain in her head away. It was the other pain that was worst. It felt like her blood had turned into magma as it ran through her veins. She tried to ignore it and succeeded partially. She was able to run out of the house before the men caught her. She ran down the alleys and when she got back to her right state of mind, she was outside the city. That was when she took the decision: She would leave Caynn.
When she first awoke early in the morning she didn't understand why she was lying in the snow outside the city, but then she remembered everything that had happened in the night. When she looked at her hands she saw they were still shining in that blue-purple color of hers. And the snow all around her had melted away. She figured only that magic – her Gift – had saved her from dying in the cold winter-night. This made her grin. She – Tamilla – who hated cold above everything else, had slept outside in January. But what should she do now? She couldn't ever go back to Caynn; they would kill her for what she'd done. She eyed herself. What a mess. They had always made her wear the oldest of the boys clothes. He was eight, but Tamilla's tiny body made him bigger anyway. She was wearing an old pair of brown trousers, a grey shirt – it had probably been white once, but not anymore, and a woolen, green sweater. Her feet were bare as they had been for all of her life. She looked like a boy except for the hair. And nobody would notice a boy on the road. She would need a knife. She looked back at the city. She was accused for stealing her own Gift now, anyway. Why not steal a knife too. She could use a weapon.
She had her head bowed as she went through the streets. At last she saw the shop of knifes she had been looking for. He'd called her the daughter of a whore! This would get her what she needed plus sweet revenge. She knew her mother probably was a whore, but she didn't want people to yell about it. She went in. The girl at the counter eyed her suspectively, but Tammy's friend, the small-time thieve Berny, had taught her well. A short, but sharp, knife was quickly shoved down her pocket. She stuck her tongue out at the girl and ran for it.
Well outside the city again she took the knife, and for the first time in her life her waist-long hair was cut. Short and black. The knife was placed in her pocket. She was now free to go everywhere she'd want to. Eyeing the road that lay ahead of her she chose Corus: The best place to hide, and the best place for a thieve to survive.
How did you like it? Pleace review. It won't be mixed up with "Like Mother Like Son" yet, but it will happen eventually. Oh – did I ask you to review?
Danie.