Don't have much to say today. Tomorrow is New Years Eve so this might be the last chapter of 2008! yay!

Amy: Thanks for the tip. Considering that this story is already finished, I'll try my best to improve it.

I don't own Free Bird by Lynard Skynard (sorry if i spelt it wrong)....


Chapter Six: Escape of the Free Bird

Two minutes later, I sat silently atop one of the pillars in the hall. Ryan was below, in the hall itself. I heard him tell the guards that he was relieving them. I didn't have to worry about the real guards on the next shift coming; I knocked them out and tied them up in a closet. As the two guards disappeared from the hall, I jumped and landed next to Ryan.

"I hope you know what you're doing," he told me.

"I do too," I agreed. I sprinted down the hall, skidding to a stop in front of the prophecy painting, the one that spelled out my destiny. I glanced at the giant painting for a moment and then ran my fingers across the bottom of the canvas. I had to work fast, in case the guards came round and alerted the entire city. At the bottom right corner, I found what I was looking for. The tiniest portion of the paper layer above the real canvas was peeling upwards, as if it had been glued there. The unturned corner was just large enough so I could grab it but small enough to not be noticed. I grabbed it and ripped the fake painting from the original.

"Whoa," I whispered as the fake painting fell to the floor. The original painting was similar to the one I knew, yet so different. I was there in the same pose as the first and the eerie mist still lapped at my ankles, but another stood with me.

The boy looked about my age and his brown hair was tossed by the wind. Crystal blue eyes watched me, standing out against both the darkness of the painting and his darker toned skin. His wings were the same black as mine only the tips were pure white. Like me, he held a sword that matched the color of his wing tips. The neat clothes stood out in contrast with my ragged ones, but could not hide the muscle that laced his arms and chest.

We stood over and silhouette of a city, two cities actually. One I recognized as this city and the other I guessed was Arez. What it meant I did not know. Over the both of us, a dark silhouette loomed. It looked so similar to my own that I thought for a mere moment that it was me, but I knew it wasn't. It was my mother. Distant footsteps of at least a dozen soldiers and one set of smaller footsteps broke me from my thoughts.

"Shit," Ryan whispered. "It sounds like your mother's force. And I think she's with them." I curled my fingers under the massive frame and lifted the picture off the wall. It landed with an echoing thunk on the tile floor and the footsteps of the soldiers grew faster and harder. Sure enough, the sword, still sheathed from the day my father took me away, was strapped to the back of the painting. I belted the sheath and pulled the sword out, surprised on how it fit my hand perfectly and felt like nothing at all.

"Get out of here, Ryan," I whispered as the sound of the footsteps grew louder.

"No. I'm not leaving."

"That's an order, soldier," I growled, sheathing the sword and moving towards the painting. The footsteps were growing louder with every second.

"As you wish, my Lady," Ryan said. He bowed to me and bolted to the end of the hall. I was going to have to get him someday for the bowing thing. I thought I had made it clear that I just wanted him to call me Kalte. It wasn't like it mattered now or anything. I was probably never going to see him again after he rounded the corner. He rounded the corner in the same moment as my mother and her force appeared.

"You were foolish to come back, Kaltezira," my mother sneered.

"You were foolish to come looking for me," I replied simply. My back was to her as I lifted the painting back up onto the wall, leaving the fake at my feet. As I turned to face her, I saw something or someone I had never seen before. A large wolf stood at Itrantia's feet, almost hidden by its black coat. It glared at me with black eyes and growled.

"Hush, Vdzr," Itrantia said. So that was the famous, second-in-command Vdzr and his power: transformation. My mother walked forward, every step she took closer to me, I took a step back. I heard my pulse roaring in my ears, growing louder with every step and with each step, another soldier in her force drew his sword. "We can do this the easy way, Kaltezira, or the hard way," my mother offered, drawing a sword of her own as I stepped beneath the skylight and into the moonlight. I smiled evilly. I was right where I wanted to be.

"Then we shall do it the hard way," I growled, pulling out my own sword. In the same moment Vdzr pounced, aiming for my throat, I leaped into the air, shattering the skylight as my sword cut through it like a knife cutting butter. Shards of glass rained down upon my mother, Vdzr, and her soldiers as I flew through the now open window. Glass pieces hit the tile floor with several pings as I sheathed my sword and flew east, or a direction I guessed was east. How the sharp, possibly lethal shards of glass did not injure my mother, Vdzr, and the soldiers, I had no explanation. Pieces of glass had managed to sink into my arms, but I pulled them out with quick movements and let the blood run down my arms before it dried on my skin. I didn't know where I was going, but I hoped I was heading towards the city of Arez.

"Don't just stand there!" I heard Itrantia shout. "Go after her! She must not get to Arez!" Well at least now I knew I was going the right way. I laughed and flew onward, letting the wind carry me east. I pulled my trusty friend, the music playing square, and pressed the sideways triangle on the bottom of the circle.

If I leave here tomorrow

Will you still remember me?

Hell, yeah she would remember me. She would be after me in about a week, give or take a couple days. She would never forget about me. I would be running from her until the day I died, most likely.

For I must be traveling on now

'Cause there are too many places I've got to see

On the contrary, I've seen practically this entire planet. I just need to get as far away from this place as possible.

But if I stay here with you, girl

Things just wouldn't be the same

If I stayed here, I would most likely die. And it would not be a peaceful-kill-me-quickly-to-get-it-over-with kind of death. It would be a torture-me-break-me-and-then-kill-me kind of death.

'Cause I'm as free as a bird now

And this bird you cannot change

Oh and this bird you cannot change

And this bird you cannot change

The Lord knows, I can't change

Considering I just stumbled across a civilization in which everyone has wings, I think we are all as free as birds. I am just freer than most because I have the guts to actually, I don't know, leave. I'm not giving up my freedom, so I can just be killed by my insane mother and her pet wolf.

Bye, bye, baby, it's been a sweet love, yeah, yeah

Though this feelin' I can't change

I never really loved my mother, considering the fact that within twenty-four hours of meeting her I was told that she wants to kill me. And this feeling of wanting to live? I can never change that. I don't want to die yet. There are too many things I haven't done yet.

But please don't take this so badly

'Cause the Lord knows I'm to blame

She can take this as badly as she wants to and I won't care, because she is the one to blame. If she didn't want to kill me, I wouldn't be flying for my life and we all would be happy.

But, if I stay here with you, girl

Things just wouldn't be the same

'Cause I'm as free as a bird now

And this bird you cannot change

Oh and this bird you cannot change

And this bird you cannot change

The Lord knows, I can't change

Lord help me, I can't change

Lord, I can't change

Want to fly high, free bird

I can't change. I will never change. I will always fly high like the free bird I am. I will never lose myself and I will always be Kaltezira, Blood Stars in Black Sky.


The green button is getting REALLY lonely! It wants a friend for New Years....