Thanks a heap Flu, from an epic writer like you, It means a lot. Thanks for the reviews and questions Lexi, and sorry I haven't been updating recently, been very busy on a PvP server with some friends (cough cough) and haven't been able to write. But hey, I'm up to chapter 4, which is a HUGE milestone! I can actually get the story going now!
"Our walls are too strong, Ender filth. We'll stay here until reinforcements come to slaughter you."
The proud man stood behind his obsidian gate, sure of himself to the point of idiocy. The purple-haired general merely smirked, and clapped his hand, a signal to his captains. A sixteen year-old girl was almost dragged towards the gate, struggling all the while. Her hair was like sunset, shimmering from bright gold to fiery red. She looked up at the guard with piercing blue eyes, and he could swear he saw tears swimming in their depths. The guard forced himself to ignore this, and turned back to the Ender captain.
"You expect me to let you in because of a simple girl?"
He saw the girl flinch at this remark, but took no notice as the pale man began to speak.
"I'll say it one time more. Open the gates, make way for our men, give us leadership of your city, and your life and the lives of the ones inside shall be spared. Continue to resist and all will die."
The man snorted at this remark, and stayed silent, angering the captain. He tapped the girl's shoulder none too gently, but she shook her head and stared at the ground.
Infuriated now, the Enderian picked her up by the collar of her shirt and threw her at the obsidian wall, as one threw a pile of rags. As her shoulder hit the impossibly hard substance, a crack echoed around the plain, and her arm was knocked out of it's socket. Amazingly, despite her age, she didn't mutter a single cry of pain. Silently, she clutched her dislocated shoulder, pulled it backwards without even a grimace, and set it back in place. She stood shakily, and stared defiantly towards the captain, who strode over her, and muttered hoarsely,
"Do it, now Skye! Else I'll see to it you are given the worst punishment the army can offer."
She paled, and the Overworlder muttered a quick prayer to Notch. If such torture even existed to terrify a girl who barely seemed to notice immense pain, he never wished to see it.
Movement caught his attention, and he turned to see the girl, Skye, her hair now dancing in a non-existent wind. The wind swept around the Enderians, then burst up, and they jumped with it and into the town, swords raised. Screams started behind the Overworlder, as he watched everyone but the girl be thrown into the town, willing or not. The captain screamed in outrage.
"Stop! Only half of us! Not me! Stop you stupid girl!" he continued to yell until he realized he was the only one left in the air; he kept rising. He could barely see the highest building -an old church- when he felt the wind let go, and plummeted to his death.
Skye looked around her, disbelief simmering in her heart. Each time she blinked, she expected the Enderians to return, her freedom to be taken. The Overworlder was gone, rushed to the fight. Skye realised she didn't care who won. She knew what to do. She turned around and ran.
Now... QUESTIONS! (thank you Lexi)
To Archer Tower: Hey, bro (or sis). I'm sorry you got burnt, man. Any plans as ashes?
Thanks for the concern, I thought no one'd ever ask! And yeah, I'm hoping to catch a ride on the wind and get in the eyes of those damn Enderians!
To dirt around Eria: Eria mentioned that she could feel you, sense the things on you, etc. Can you sense her, or do you even notice her at all? And how do you feel about being suddenly flung into the air in front of a bunch of horses?
We could feel, her, sort of. We could feel it when she stepped on us, and we felt EXTREMELY weird when she probed us. Imagine extreme pins-and-needles running through your body, and your mind, then leaving a second later. And we are a bit annoyed at the girl for doing that, dirt has feelings too you know!
To mother in chapter 2: :'( Did you make it into the Aether? I hope you did, or I will hunt Notch down and mash him over the head with a POTATO. A VERY SHARP POTATO, AT THAT. *sobs* I... Can't say yet, the author won't let me. And where would you get a potato like that, I'm scared... I used to eat potatoes daily... *clutches throat as though it may be cut open by potatoes*