1) What the hell happened to Tweek in the 4th AQFM book?
2) How come Luc, Willow, Adriane and Gran all have the last name 'Charday' if Gran is Willow's mother and not Luc's?
3) How come Adriane couldn't turn to mist in the 4th AQFM book?
That ends my rant. Continue on my friends!
Don't look down
Don't look into the eyes of the world beneath you
Don't look down, you'll fall down
You'll become their sacrifice
Right or wrong
Can't hold onto the fear that I'm lost without you
If I can't feel, I'm not mine
I'm not real
(Only One-Evanescence)
SOTD: Find something to live for…And protect it with your life.
Sum mors ipsa,
Sum obscuritas,
Sum tempestas.
Obscuritas venit,
Mors cadit e caelo obscuro,
Sum machina.
Ego non inquio verbum amori Quod amor non habitat in corpo meo.
Crepusculum appropinquat,
Omnes timet moram,
Mortalitas terret veneficum malum.
Cur nox te terret?
Sed ego non timeo,
Quod nihil teneo complexu,
Excipio nocem Excipio moram,
Quod sum machina.
The sun was warm on Adriane's face, highlighting her natural beauty. She leaned back, sprawled out on the baseball field with Dreamer off playing with Emily and her Pet Palace clients. Zach sat not too far off, a ham sandwich half eaten in his hands. Kara, her blonde hair pulled back with a rhinestone studded pink scrunchie, absently patted Lyra while flipping through a magazine with the other. Ozzie slept on the picnic table, small paws folded over his chubby stomach.
It would be one of the last warm days left, with winter approaching fast. And their Saturday was ending fast; the sun was sinking into the western sky.
Emily sank down near Adriane, panting as badly as her four dog friends and Dreamer. The mistwolf collapsed beside his pack mate, resting his head on her lap. His emerald eyes still sparked with energy.
"I don't know whether to all that fun or more training." he panted, scarlet tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.
"It was fun, you're just out of shape."
"Am not!"
"Then what's this?" the warrior asked, poking the wolfs stomach. He growled and playfully bit her arm. "Oh so you wanna play that way!" She rolled herself over, taking the upper hand in the mock fight. Dreamer kicked up with his back paws and stood over his pack mate, breathing directly into her face. "Jeeze, get a breath mint or something."
With a dignified bark he trotted off towards Zach, 'accidentally' bumping into the boy so he dropped his sandwich. The mistwolf picked up his prize and fled, a blonde haired boy following closely.
She didn't feel it at first, but when she did, she whipped around, her rust colored hair falling out from its loose bun. Her dog, an aging collie, began barking furiously, placing itself in front of her girl. She felt something clawing at her chest, tearing into the soft flesh there and finding something even more fragile; her soul.
She screamed, falling to her knees. Her shaking hands dug into the fabric of her shirt, trying to claw the pain out. Tears began to fall from her gray eyes. Her throat became raw and she couldn't scream anymore. Her dog whimpered and paced back and forth, barking occasionally. She opened those silvery eyes, once as luminous as moonlight, but saw nothing and she couldn't say a word, not even a noise. Her body wouldn't work, though she wanted to get up and go back inside and remove the ice from her veins. She couldn't even smell the musky scent of her canine friend.
The dog licked her cheek, hot breath finding a way down her neck. Suddenly it whipped around, growling menacingly, a noise it had never made. It nipped at something, just before a shadow passed over the setting sun and disappearing.
It was all over town the next day; young Linda Fairwood, the infamous high-schooler in the only rock band in town with a knack for detentions, had been hospitalized for unknown reasons. Her parents had found her in their front yard in a coma, her heart barely beating. The doctors said she had no medial history of such activity and that everything seemed ok, save for her heart and what look like claw marks on the organ.
No one could concentrate at school, too caught up in the subject of Fairwood. Kara, the gossip queen the mages, got the lowdown.
"Ok from what I've heard, she was out with her dog, screamed, fell down and that's when her parents found her. Somehow, something clawed her heart without breaking the skin."
"Sounds like something magical." Emily whispered, hazel eyes flickering around, making sure no one was close. "Do you think the witch has anything to do with this?"
Adriane scowled at the mention of the Spider Witch. She still felt the deep resentment for what had happened not so long ago, when the warrior gave her life to protect her friends and was given her crystal. "If she is, I still have a score to settle."
"Think about it though, does this attack sound anything like the witch and what we know of her? She's more into spider webs and icky bugs, not clawing at people's hearts. And if she did, it would be one of us, not someone who she doesn't know, has no magic and who has no direct connection to us, right? That would be stupid, so whoever is doing this is most likely in fact, not the Spider Witch."
The mages nodded and returned to picking at their food, minds reeling with the situation at hand. The witch couldn't be behind Fairwood's attack, right?
If only they knew how wrong they were…
I am death herself,
I am the Darkness,
I am the storm.
The darkness comes,
Death falls out of the dark sky,
I am a machine,
I do not say the word of love,
Because love does not live in my body.
Twilight approaches,
All fear death,
Mortality frightens the Evil Wizard.
Why does the night frighten you?
But I am not afraid,
Because I hold nothing in an embrace,
I welcome the night,
I welcome death,
Because I am a machine.
Well kinda a cliff hanger…
And Linda Fairwood is an original character just for this chapter to begin the plot stuff and to show what happens when the shadow creatures attack. And they will be called the Nameless from now on. I'll fix the other crap whenever. Just so you know…
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