Syncronizing Ingo and Air time: not an easy task. However, I will attempt to do so. Right now, Sapphy, Conor, Faro and Elvira are having their "argument" about going North. FARO: "It will be an even greater adventure..." [deliriously excited] XD [Elvira grumping]
DISCLAIMER: Ingo = awesome (5000) + Helen Dunmore's + NOT mine3
Rainbow's POV~
I gasp and stumble back, my heart thumping into my throat. Child of Earth... you disturb me. There is something foreign inside of you... and dangerous... For this you must pay...
From nowhere, a sudden power, a certainty, comes into me like a great flood. I am your kin... for what should I pay? My nature? Do you pay for yours and your childrens'?... there is nothing more to say. You have no reason to doubt me. This freaks me as much as the adder.
I swear, if snakes had eyebrows to raise, this child of nadron would've. It moves back a bit, cocking it's head. But the voice that enters my mind again is still full of poison. You really believe so? How can we be kin if the sea is so strong in you, it hisses, mocking me.
The sea? I fear the sea... Earth is my home... I am not of Moryow... I fear the sea... I do not even believe that thoughts are coming from my mind anymore. They must be coming from somewhere deep inside of me, a place that has always been hidden... until now.
The adder relaxes a bit. Well... you are not of Moryow... in particular. But there is one with Mer blood strong enough inside you...
Who?
I... I do not know... but it frightens me.
Why should it? I am more annoyed than frightened now. If it is not even me, then why should it?
A love for Moryow might grow too strong inside of you, through love for this person. It may change your nature towards us who-
Well, that can hardly happen in two minutes, I snap. Can it?
The adder merely eyes me coldly. Beware, child of Earth and humans. Beware. Turning, it slithers calmly through the grass before I can even think of what to say next.
I stand there, unmoving as stone, for a very long time.
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Child of Earth, heed my words. In you is a power, a new ability to communicate with the children of the forest, the moors; nadron tell you these things as the guardians of Norvys. How power is used is up to the person possessing it. Do not let Moryow into your heart - it is not in your blood - and you will live. You turn upon us, and you die.
Shall we be so to one of our own kin?
It is the truth...
People could get hurt... Is it dangerous, then?
I'll come back, I promise you that...
STAY AWAY!
I gasp and sit bolt upright out of my sleep, flinging off my duvet. My sweat-drenched pajamas cling to my skin in a most uncomfortble way. Realizing it was just a dream, I flop back and prop the back of my head between my hands, heart thumping violently.
I promise you that...
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Mum scans my paper closely; I know that as she reads, she's paying attention to every detail she can possibly think of: historical accuracy, colloquation, grammar... At last she looks up.
"This is fine, Rainbow. I like how you put all those quotes in, only next time, keep it impartial. People who read historical articles want fact, not opinion," Mum says, smiling gently. I nod... I have plenty of other opinions that you probably won't want to hear... buthey, that's Lenin, right?
Quietly, without looking at my mother, I begin my next assignment. I'm sitting at the kitchen table, relieved that Mum and Patrick's dad got back safe last evening, but the a violent storm still raging in my mind. Mum looks at me worriedly, the smile vanishing. "Are you okay, sweetie?" she asks, looking at me in a way not unlike how a biologist would look at a bug under a microscope. I nod again, beginning to feel like a broken record (without sound). Mum, however, shuffles over and puts a cool, smooth hand on my forehead. Her eyebrows knit together and she bites her lower lip in a characteristic expression of thought. I sigh, a bit tiredly, and reassure my mother that I am not sick. Of course, I can't tell her what really happened.
I myself am still unsure of what happened.
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Hands stuffed into my raincoat pockets, I walk along the muddy track, shoulders hunched against the diluve. After I finished school, I decided to forgo Mum's warnings about the weather (and my "sickness") and take a walk up along the moor. Of course, I had to get caught by a downpour. Or I could've listened to Mum. Now that I'm out here, though, I don't really feel like going back. In fact, I could charge up the hill and dance around all night and day.
I feel as if something is calling me outside.
Strangely enough, my semi-logical mind cannot focus on what's going on; I cannot reason. I feel as if I don't even want to figure anything out. My attentions instead choose to wander towards Granny Carne's place, half-buried under the hill. I don't know why, but I get a sudden urge to go there, not really to visit her, but for some reason I am being called up over the moor, summoned by an omnipresent source I know nothing about.
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Fire ahead of me, misty drizzle behind me. The Earth will open to let me into itself; I can return to my mother... why should I forget who I am, where I came from?
No.
I came from Norvys.
I guess I'll be leaving it there for now; this was really more of a filler chapter, but I hope ya'll enjoy! And review *hinthint*
xoxo whoshallJudgeAngels
