This is not an update and I'm sorry. However I would like to point out to annymous (who, by the way spelt anonymous wrong) that first: I am female, therefore cannot be a bastard. And second: although I do not mind constructive criticism, I completely frown and look down on flames. I apologize if my writing offends Lord of the Rings or the fantastic JRR Tolkien, but you must keep in mind that while JRR Tolkien has experience and writes as a profession, I am merely twelve, nearing thirteen and am writing because I like it. I have yet to see all the things that JRR Tolkien has seen, or write what JRR Tolkien has wrote, and so you cannot blame me for not being able to write a fiction that would not insult it. Also, if my fanfiction is not to your liking all you needed to do was press BACK, there was no need to flame me, had all you wanted to say was 'YOU BASTARD How dare you deface the Lord Of The Rings... even if it is legolas ...YOU BASTARD' If you have something bad to say please refrain from saying it. Unless it is merely to help improve my writing or a friendly review, I have no time, nor patience to read it. To everybody else, I'm sorry I had to post this, but people like that really pushes me over the edge. And as it would be unfair to you to just leave you with this note, I've added a preview as an apology. It is short however.
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I placed my hand over my hips swiftly, and glared daggers at the person who stood in front of me. "Dead!? What do you mean DEAD!?"
"That's what I mean. You're dead." I stared at him for a few moments until finally I started laughing. "You're kidding right? I'm not really dead. Well haha very funny." But he didn't laugh with me and so I paused. "I'm not really dead... am I?" He just looked unblinkingly back at me, and I knew that I was truly dead. Still, wanting to be optimistic I laughed and spoke. "At least I don't have to find the jewel shards, kill another evil guy, take responsibility of two demons, the fellowship, and be compared to a dead lady anymore." I sighed happily and brought my hands behind my head and relaxed. Then I tensed. "Sesshomaru! The thief guy... what was his name again... oh yeah Youko! What happened to them? What happened to the fellowship? Where are they? Are they dead as-" the angel person cut me off swiftly.
"They are dead as well, killed by your untrained-" I tuned him out after that. I killed them? My heart stopped (yes my heart kept moving though I was dead) and I felt faint. I killed my only friends? NO! I pounced on the angel, ready to force him to release them from the grips of death, but he seemed to fade further into the growing darkness. The closer I got to him the further he went.
"THEY AREN'T DEAD! THEY AREN'T!" My voice faded to a whisper, "they wouldn't dare... would they?"
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Dark: That's it. I'm sorry but I cannot write well knowing someone hates this fic and (most-likely) hates me. And although so many of you are sooooooooooooooo nice and helped me a lot, I don't think I'll continue this story if anyone else flames me for my writing. I'm feeling very upset and lost right now. Does anyone really like this story? Because if you don't I'll just take it off Thank you all for supporting me and I shall not write review responses right now... maybe next chapter if anybody wants it.