O.K this is chappie 4 of my first story, and yes I have started I knew one. For those of you who have read it, plz note that I will not update as fast as I will for this one on that one. The ideas come slow, but good. She will end up being human, in an odd way, in the next chapter, I promise. If any of you would like to try to make another fanfic off of or with the same idea as my other story, The Next Ariel, then plz, go on and try.
The ideas for this one are flowering beautifully, though I do not know when the next chapter will be posted, so stay patient with me.
Hope you enjoy this chapter; this is my personal favorite, (so far!!!)
--"So mote it be!" and everything went black. –
"Ow." I mumbled through dry, caked lips.
"It is probably a bit more than an ow." I heard a not-so-familiar-voice say. I also realized that they used that strange language I had used with other three when we were talking.
"Is she up?" I heard a familiar male six-year-old voice ask.
"Yes, but let her open her eyes before you start bothering her." The voice said. It sounded a bit more than aggravated. "This little bugger has been bothering me ever since he got up!" The voice yelled. Now that I was at least a bit more conscious, I could tell that the voice was a woman's and had a light and airy tone to it, except when it had yelled.
"I am up. I just don't want to open my eyes." I murmured before falling into a light sleep.
Once again, when I awoke, I did not feel quite so great, but at least my lips were fine, and I could open my eyes. I did, and looked around. The room was white, all around, and I would have taken it to be a hospital room if I hadn't known better. Which I didn't, so I obviously wondered what I was doing in a hospital. Then I remembered. I had cancer. But then I remembered that weird dream. Then I remembered something else. I looked around. The female voice I had heard had not come from that strange man sleeping in the corner. I got up out of bed and was surprised to still have all of my clothes on from the day I had been running in the rain. 'How long ago was that?' I wondered. Couldn't have been too long, maybe a few days, but it felt like forever and a week. I continued my process over to the man, and when I reached him, I poked him lightly on the shoulder. Nothing happened. He did not awaken. 'Strange, very!' I thought, and then saw the door. Maybe someone was outside who could tell me what the heck was happening. I walked over and opened it. No one was outside. The hall outside of the room was very long with many doors leading off of it, and one staircase at the end towards my right. I decided to see if I could find anyone in one of the rooms. As I walked to the first door, I heard a low whispered conversation coming from three doors down to my left. Going to it, I put my ear to the door. I heard two male voices inside, one very loud; the other had a strange accent.
"I'm tellin' ya Dom, tha' girl ain' right. I can' get the horses ta be still, and Daine says it's cause o' that thing in the other room!!!" 'Huh' I thought, 'Couldn't be me, I hate horses.' It was true. I had never been near one, never touched one, never planned on it. I sighed. This was getting me nowhere. I slowly opened the door. The two occupants were very strange looking. I guess they were not yet used to strange six-year-old girls showing up at odd times, they are going to learn sooner or later. One, a short, plump man with balding hair, obviously was the one with the accent. The other one was tall, with black hair and a handsome smile. He was wearing a tunic and riding breeches that were dark blue, silver, and an even darker blue, which looked amazing with his dark blue eyes.
"Well, hello little girl, shouldn't you be with your momma?" Asked the Handsome one, Dom, I am guessing.
"Oh no, Mr. Dom. There is a sleeping man in the room I woke up in, and I would like him removed." I said in an even, maybe a little bored, monotone of my little girl voice. Dom looked shocked, but the other man, yet again, I am hopeless for a name, just sneered.
"Ya must be th' lil' monsta. Now, tell me, Watchya doin' with me horses?" He asked me. Now it was my turn to snort.
"Horses, horses? I hate horses! They are big and ugly and mean (a/e not true!!!) So, what do you mean, what did I do to your horses?" I exploded before knew what I was saying. This man, a lowlife who couldn't even talk right was accusing me, and I not knowing him for more than five seconds!!!!
"Easy there, little Lioness, you have a sharp temper, but do not take it out on old poor Stefan. He is just…" His words were cut back when the air in the room violently convulsed, and his heart skipped a beat…then another…then another. The last thing he knew before blacking out was the girl glowing an interesting shade of blue, and water pouring in from all sides, whipping around her face like a fast moving water sprout.
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