My Thanks goes to:
Pickzee-Meh. I finally got it up...took me a while, but i did. I promise, absolutely promise to finish a chapter on the suvivor fic soon. (At least, i think i will...::biting fingers::)
Jen- Finally, i got it up! Augh. Your chapter, at last. hahahaha.
Treanz-alyce- You know...it might actually work...I'll have to think about giving him hairgel...maybe i don't want to cheer him up. Heh heh.
On to the Story!
The Plaque of Many Colors
Whatever Chapter It Is: Tortallan Task Masters
Jen looked with slight distaste at the deep blue robe that she was required to wear. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered for the fifth time that minute. "It would be so much better if it were black."
"You are a Priestess of Gainel. You must wear the blue that shows that you are a Priestess." The old, crotchety First Priestess looked up from embroidering a gold star on her robes.
"I feel like a Jew." Jen complained. "Please tell me that you aren't Nazis."
"Nazis?" The old woman asked coldly. "What is that?"
"Never mind," Jen sighed and stood silently for a time. "Ow!" She yelped suddenly as the old woman poked her with a needle. "What the hell was that for?"
She looked down and saw the woman slumped forward.
"Hello?" She nudged the body with her toe.
"No! I wasn't sleeping! I swear!" The old priestess screeched, stabbing Jen with the needle again.
"Whatever." Jen snatched the needle from the old woman, "Give me that!"
"A Priestess never snatches anything," intoned the old woman. "Twenty push-ups, now."
"What the hell?" Jen moaned. "It's like gym class! Damn! Shit!"
"Shut up! Drop and give me twenty, now!" The old Priestess smacked her hard across the face.
Jen screeched in a very undignified manner. Then, she dropped and did twenty pitiful, weak push-ups that might have passed for movement.
"Good," growled the priestess, "Now come with me. It is time for your first dream lesson."
"What…is…that?" Jen panted.
"Just what it sounds like: a dream lesson. Now hurry up!" The old woman shoved Jen forward and kicked her shins.
Jen groaned but didn't say anything, opting instead to take the safer route of hiding behind her hair.
After much walking, stony silence from Jen and the occasional kicks from the old hag, they made it to a large, circular room made entirely of moonstone and altogether underground.
"Nazis," muttered Jen, breaking her silence.
The Priestess kicked her.
"I think I'm claustrophobic," Jen whined pitifully, glancing around at the high ceiling and vast cavern.
"Nonsense." The Priestess pinched her arm.
Jen just rolled her eyes.
"Now, you sit here…" the priestess spun around as if looking for something very small, then pointed at a spot on the floor. Jen sat down, and the woman instantly scolded her, "No, more to your left! No, right!" Finally, the Priestess gave up and shoved Jen exactly where she was supposed to be, which was exactly where she had been.
"Priestess Giselle. You are wanted in the laundry," a rich voice wafted out from the shadows. "Go now."
Giselle grumbled and mumbled and finally stumped out of the moonstone room in the direction that she had come.
"You, child," An elegant woman stepped out of the shadows, her night dark hair pooling around her feet.
Jen looked around for a child. Then, she realized that it was her. "I'm not a child, you know," she whined irritably.
"You are in my eyes." The woman raised one dark eyebrow in a delicate arch, daring Jen to defy her. "What is your name, child?" She asked, stressing 'child'.
"Jen." Jen looked at the ground sullenly. She noted that it too was made of the same fine white stone as the rest of the chamber. "What's yours?" Jen asked, her dark eyes flashing rebelliously.
"I," the lady gestured imperiously, "I am Leryn, adopted daughter of the Dreamer."
Jen raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Whatever. All I know is that I'm supposed to be training for…something, don't know what…as a dream Priestess or whatever, on Gainel's orders."
Leryn looked offended. "I do not believe you. I would have been informed of this if you were true. Most likely," she sneered, "You're just some brat running around the streets who thinks that she can find food here."
"Nope!" Jen smiled cheerfully. "Before I was introduced to Gainel, I was at school. Well, actually, it was the end of school, but that's beside the point!" She smiled again, and was happy to see the fury that tinged Leryn's face red.
"You? You were introduced to Gainel?" Leryn snapped haughtily.
"Well, yeah. Isn't everyone?" Jen looked up at the affronted woman with her eyes widened as innocently as possible.
"No." Leryn clenched her teeth together and clenched her fists until the knuckles were white. "Sit down."
Jen smiled. "Oh, alright then." She plopped down on the small pillow that Leryn deigned to kick over to her.
"Clear your mind." Leryn closed her eyes and breathed steadily, calming herself slowly. She ran her long, pale fingers through her hair and sighed.
Jen closed her eyes and did the same.
"Now, reach out with your mind and call to Gainel." Jen struggled, not sure how to do that. "Call out to Gainel, child." Leryn breathed.
Jen scrunched up her nose and thought, -Gainel, um, I'm calling you. -
-Yes, Jennifer? - An image of Gainel shone crystal clear in her mind.
-Um, Leryn told me to call you, and um, so I did…- Jen rolled her eyes.
"You have contact established. Now tell him what dream you wish to send to which person." Leryn commanded her imperiously.
-Yeah, so, um, what does she mean by send a dream to someone? - Jen swept her bangs out of her face, where they had been tickling her nose.
-Ah, dream sending. You can send messages to anyone you will, except for other god-born or -chosen, through dreams. At first, before you truly come into your power, you must tell me first, and I will send the dream. However, you must have the dream fully constructed in your mind first. Only after you do so can I send the dream. - Gainel reached out and ethereal hand and touched her cheek. -You, my chosen, will one day be more powerful than eve proud Leryn. Go, and use it wisely. - Suddenly, Gainel vanished and she reeled back.
"Breathe in, and think of the dream you wish to send," Leryn instructed. Jen shivered and stood, turning toward the door. She frowned at Leryn, and left.
A/N: Augh. I hate it when i don't update like this. I'm very sorry to all oyu people too, but i had some major writer's block, and i was obsessing over the fact that i joined elfwood. Unfortunatly (for me) i can't post anything there until they finish doing...something. Don't quite know what.
Fairly certain, however, that whenever they doing finish doing whatever it is, updates will happen more often. Or maybe, they'll happen more often because it's my chapter nect! ::squeaks with happyhappyjoyjoyness:: smiles to all!
Rhian Merenwen
Pickzee-Meh. I finally got it up...took me a while, but i did. I promise, absolutely promise to finish a chapter on the suvivor fic soon. (At least, i think i will...::biting fingers::)
Jen- Finally, i got it up! Augh. Your chapter, at last. hahahaha.
Treanz-alyce- You know...it might actually work...I'll have to think about giving him hairgel...maybe i don't want to cheer him up. Heh heh.
On to the Story!
The Plaque of Many Colors
Whatever Chapter It Is: Tortallan Task Masters
Jen looked with slight distaste at the deep blue robe that she was required to wear. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered for the fifth time that minute. "It would be so much better if it were black."
"You are a Priestess of Gainel. You must wear the blue that shows that you are a Priestess." The old, crotchety First Priestess looked up from embroidering a gold star on her robes.
"I feel like a Jew." Jen complained. "Please tell me that you aren't Nazis."
"Nazis?" The old woman asked coldly. "What is that?"
"Never mind," Jen sighed and stood silently for a time. "Ow!" She yelped suddenly as the old woman poked her with a needle. "What the hell was that for?"
She looked down and saw the woman slumped forward.
"Hello?" She nudged the body with her toe.
"No! I wasn't sleeping! I swear!" The old priestess screeched, stabbing Jen with the needle again.
"Whatever." Jen snatched the needle from the old woman, "Give me that!"
"A Priestess never snatches anything," intoned the old woman. "Twenty push-ups, now."
"What the hell?" Jen moaned. "It's like gym class! Damn! Shit!"
"Shut up! Drop and give me twenty, now!" The old Priestess smacked her hard across the face.
Jen screeched in a very undignified manner. Then, she dropped and did twenty pitiful, weak push-ups that might have passed for movement.
"Good," growled the priestess, "Now come with me. It is time for your first dream lesson."
"What…is…that?" Jen panted.
"Just what it sounds like: a dream lesson. Now hurry up!" The old woman shoved Jen forward and kicked her shins.
Jen groaned but didn't say anything, opting instead to take the safer route of hiding behind her hair.
After much walking, stony silence from Jen and the occasional kicks from the old hag, they made it to a large, circular room made entirely of moonstone and altogether underground.
"Nazis," muttered Jen, breaking her silence.
The Priestess kicked her.
"I think I'm claustrophobic," Jen whined pitifully, glancing around at the high ceiling and vast cavern.
"Nonsense." The Priestess pinched her arm.
Jen just rolled her eyes.
"Now, you sit here…" the priestess spun around as if looking for something very small, then pointed at a spot on the floor. Jen sat down, and the woman instantly scolded her, "No, more to your left! No, right!" Finally, the Priestess gave up and shoved Jen exactly where she was supposed to be, which was exactly where she had been.
"Priestess Giselle. You are wanted in the laundry," a rich voice wafted out from the shadows. "Go now."
Giselle grumbled and mumbled and finally stumped out of the moonstone room in the direction that she had come.
"You, child," An elegant woman stepped out of the shadows, her night dark hair pooling around her feet.
Jen looked around for a child. Then, she realized that it was her. "I'm not a child, you know," she whined irritably.
"You are in my eyes." The woman raised one dark eyebrow in a delicate arch, daring Jen to defy her. "What is your name, child?" She asked, stressing 'child'.
"Jen." Jen looked at the ground sullenly. She noted that it too was made of the same fine white stone as the rest of the chamber. "What's yours?" Jen asked, her dark eyes flashing rebelliously.
"I," the lady gestured imperiously, "I am Leryn, adopted daughter of the Dreamer."
Jen raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Whatever. All I know is that I'm supposed to be training for…something, don't know what…as a dream Priestess or whatever, on Gainel's orders."
Leryn looked offended. "I do not believe you. I would have been informed of this if you were true. Most likely," she sneered, "You're just some brat running around the streets who thinks that she can find food here."
"Nope!" Jen smiled cheerfully. "Before I was introduced to Gainel, I was at school. Well, actually, it was the end of school, but that's beside the point!" She smiled again, and was happy to see the fury that tinged Leryn's face red.
"You? You were introduced to Gainel?" Leryn snapped haughtily.
"Well, yeah. Isn't everyone?" Jen looked up at the affronted woman with her eyes widened as innocently as possible.
"No." Leryn clenched her teeth together and clenched her fists until the knuckles were white. "Sit down."
Jen smiled. "Oh, alright then." She plopped down on the small pillow that Leryn deigned to kick over to her.
"Clear your mind." Leryn closed her eyes and breathed steadily, calming herself slowly. She ran her long, pale fingers through her hair and sighed.
Jen closed her eyes and did the same.
"Now, reach out with your mind and call to Gainel." Jen struggled, not sure how to do that. "Call out to Gainel, child." Leryn breathed.
Jen scrunched up her nose and thought, -Gainel, um, I'm calling you. -
-Yes, Jennifer? - An image of Gainel shone crystal clear in her mind.
-Um, Leryn told me to call you, and um, so I did…- Jen rolled her eyes.
"You have contact established. Now tell him what dream you wish to send to which person." Leryn commanded her imperiously.
-Yeah, so, um, what does she mean by send a dream to someone? - Jen swept her bangs out of her face, where they had been tickling her nose.
-Ah, dream sending. You can send messages to anyone you will, except for other god-born or -chosen, through dreams. At first, before you truly come into your power, you must tell me first, and I will send the dream. However, you must have the dream fully constructed in your mind first. Only after you do so can I send the dream. - Gainel reached out and ethereal hand and touched her cheek. -You, my chosen, will one day be more powerful than eve proud Leryn. Go, and use it wisely. - Suddenly, Gainel vanished and she reeled back.
"Breathe in, and think of the dream you wish to send," Leryn instructed. Jen shivered and stood, turning toward the door. She frowned at Leryn, and left.
A/N: Augh. I hate it when i don't update like this. I'm very sorry to all oyu people too, but i had some major writer's block, and i was obsessing over the fact that i joined elfwood. Unfortunatly (for me) i can't post anything there until they finish doing...something. Don't quite know what.
Fairly certain, however, that whenever they doing finish doing whatever it is, updates will happen more often. Or maybe, they'll happen more often because it's my chapter nect! ::squeaks with happyhappyjoyjoyness:: smiles to all!
Rhian Merenwen
