Sweey: Well, once again hello! I was typing up this chapter Wednesday night and pushed a random button and lost EVERYTHING DX...and then i had trouble finding time to type it up. so sorry it's late. Twas not a good way to end the day... :S :) First off, I want to thank my regular readers KitzyKat, YoMG, Awesome Person, and Musicture for reviewing. :) Thank you SO much guys! Btw YoMG, you asked me what music I listen to while I'm writing? Well, I typically listen to three different musicians/groups. The first is Michael W Smith, specifically his instrumental album, Freedom. But the two major ones are Flook and Bond.
Here's one of my fav's by Flook that I use a lot. Doesn't have any huge significance, except that I'm a penny whistler, which is one of the instruments used in the band.
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And this is an example of Bond. This song is my theme for the Metal Knights! (Usually when they're on assassination missions) :D rocks eh?
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Meta Knight and Athenya's theme song is also by Bond. Kinda makes you wanna cry doesn't it? :c
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So enjoy this music while you read the epic chapter here. Now, today, we have a bit about Edge (hence the chapter title) and you'll meet once again Kolat! But this time we get a little closer to this awesome and yet unexplored character. Kolat will be a lesser OC but he still rocks the boat. I hope you guys like this shape-shifting Satis! And once again, I'll be doing some foreshadowing. Now let's go figure out what exactly Edge and Arina are going to do when the reach the enemy camp. I'll tell you one thing, it's not what you'd expect. (don't 4get Kolat and captain's what convo, sucks that you lost all that.)
This chapter is for you, Awesome Person. I love how your name fits you perfectly. I just wish I knew your real name so that I could properly thank you. You can't even fathom what your review did for me today. Thank you again.
~Ch 10 Walking Upon the Edge of the Knife~
A slight bustle came from the enemy camp as the denizens began to camp down for the night. Edge and Lady Arina studied them from a distance. Arina signaled that she was taking flight. Edge nodded and motioned that he was aware.
Quietly, Arina made her way up to the branches of a great tree that over looked the vast majority of the enemy camp. She pulled out a feeble, white stone that Edge had passed on to her a few moments before while they were still far from the encampment. Holding the small stone up, it created a map of the camp ground and instantly told her where enemies were. Flying back down with this new information she handed Edge the small, white stone. He took it and installed it back into his medallion. Arina watched with growing curiosity as he waved his hand over the medallion and it projected the image onto his hand that the smaller stone had created earlier. Edge studied it a while then looked to Arina for more information.
"They're in that large tent in the center of the camp." she pointed to the tent. "It's heavily guarded and on a lot of open ground."
Edge nodded a few times, "I can fix that problem with ease." He looked carefully at Arina. "I vaguely have an idea what I'm doing, Thorn taught me. So please, I beg of you, don't scream." With that he waved his hand once again over his medallion and created before him a mirror. His reflection stared back at him within the mirror. Edge waved his hand through the mirror, which dribbled into pieces then soaked back into the golden medallion. Though the mirror had vanished, Edge's reflection sustained before him. He did this six more times until he had seven clones of himself in all. He cracked a grin at Lady Arina's thunderstruck expression.
He shook head smiling. "You should see your face." He started forward into the woods that surrounded the enemy camp.
"Don't loose your head!" she joked.
"Oh I plan to do just that!" Edge chortled in reply. "Besides, I've got seven to waste!" Then Edge, followed by his seven clones, disappeared into the gloom of the shadowy forest.
Lady Arina cocked her head as she watched him leave, not sure if he was pulling her foot or not. She shrugged then fluttered to the lofty branches of the tree again, curious as to what unerringly the young shadow of Thorn had in mind.
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Edge sent a mental signal to one of his clones, of which unswervingly followed the order and scampered out in front of the enemy sentries standing guard before the tent. A couple pursued the duplicate and mentally, Edge sent another command for it to slow down in order for it to be caught. The sentries seized the clone and killed it, decapitated it, then stuck the head up on one of their spears. They laughed and casually walked in companionship back to their post with the other sentries who stood waiting to hear the fresh news from their comrades.
Meanwhile, Edge was busy allowing his artistic streak shine. He stood before his clones studying his handiwork. He smirked, they were perfect. All of them appeared pale and wraithlike, each with a crimson ring of an oozing, alternating substance for blood around their necks. He then commanded his clones to do the same to him, making Edge and his clones, identical ghosts. Edge grinned sinisterly then sent out his "ghosts". He himself darted out to join the fun.
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Screams of horror and panic flowed from the direction of the prison tent.
Captain Kolat plopped the letter he was holding heavily on the desk and looked up, an irritated look on his face. "What in blazes is going on out there?"
When no answer came, Kolat gestured for his lieutenant's attention. The Satis looked at him, eyes full of fear.
"Go out and find out what's all the hoopla and then come report back to me," The Sati Captain commanded.
Knowing that protest would merely get him knocked back down to a lower rank, the lieutenant broke through the tent's exit. Not but two minutes later the Sati lieutenant returned.
"Sir! We have a crisis-."He was silenced by the mere hand Kolat lifted. He was in a deliberate, easy manner, just to make it harder on the nervous behavior of the lieutenant.
Kolat took his time sealing the letter he had just finished writing before acknowledging his lieutenant's uneasy presence. He enjoyed stretching people thin. He held a stick of red wax over a candle, and then as it melted, slowly turned it to keep it from snuffing out the pitiful, meager flame. When the wax had liquefied to his satisfaction, Kolat let it drip onto the letter as he held the paper together in place. When the wax formed a little puddle on the letter, Kolat pounded his ring into it, creating his seal. He then neatly pushed it to the far corner of his desk then folded his hands and looked quizzically at the lieutenant.
"What is this "crisis" you're telling me I should be concerned about?" Kolat asked. "It's not like hoopla isn't an abnormal occurrence in our camp, now is it?"
"No sir, it's not." The lieutenant began, "But it's what caused the hoopla that's the crisis." The lieutenant slowly began to realize that Kolat favored the word hoopla. Perhaps over favored, he thought dourly to himself.
"So what is this 'what' that has caused all this hoopla?" Captain Kolat queried, using the wretched word once again.
A sudden scream sounded, distracting the lieutenant from the discussion. He turned, shaking his head in refocus. "What?"
Kolat had spaced out and looked back at the lieutenant in puzzlement. "What?"
"What were we talking about?" the lieutenant inquired.
"What? We were talking about the 'what' that's what." Kolat replied.
"What 'what'?" the lieutenant stammered.
Kolat threw his hands up in utter irritation. "The 'what' that you went out and looked for! The what that started all this what-ing and what not!"
"The 'what'?" The lieutenant still was at a total loss.
"What is causing all the hoopla around here?" Kolat snapped, his tone slightly in desperation.
"Oh that what!" the lieutenant laughed nervously.
"Yes, that what." Kolat growled. "Do tell…"
"Well sir, apparently there's a ghost." The lieutenant finally enlightened Kolat with the 'fascinating' information. Or so the lieutenant believed.
Kolat's gaze fixed sharply on the lieutenant. "A ghost?" he said flatly, "You people over react about everything!"
"No really sir! I swear!" he cried.
"Fine, then let's go see just how terrifying this 'ghost' is..." he murmured as he moved from his desk to exit the tent. He looked at the lieutenant harshly. "Stop acting like I'm going to let you stay in here and hide like a coward while I go out and do all the work!"
The lieutenant hastily ran towards him, "Nothing of the kind sir, really!"
Kolat nodded a few times slowly still locked on the lieutenant's eyes. He then made his way out of the tent.
The lieutenant glanced once again back at the safe inside of the tent, only to find a ghost there staring back at him.
"Ghost!" he shrieked, leaping into the captains arms.
Kolat looked into the tent, still holding the lieutenant in his arms. "I find a great lack of ghosts in there." He dropped the man, "Get a hold of yourself!" He then turned and scanned the chaos of his camp. "Ciran would kill me if I let this endure." He raised his hands for attention. "Stop! Everyone stop!" Nothing happened and Kolat shrugged. He decided to take a look and see just how terrifying these ghosts were. He turned and looked down another passageway. There, a sentry ran for him, passing onto Kolat, a spear with a head stuck on it. The man then dashed away as though something brought fear to him.
"Coward..." Captain Kolat muttered.
He looked back down the passageway finding something there that chiseled fear in his own eyes.
A pale figure, some meters away, drawing towards him. Kolat squinted to get a better look at the white shadow. Blood dripped around the pale neck of the figure. Kolat's eyes widened and he allowed his gaze to slowly shift upwards. He gulped. They were the same. He looked back at the approaching figure. It was then that the ghost's cold, hollow eyes gazed sharply at Kolat. As if by some dark magic, Kolat's eyes were forced to look upon them. Fear he found there. The ghost charged for him, swinging two blades one gold, the other silver, at Kolat, aimed for the kill.
Kolat darted away, fear bringing him new found speed and endurance. He slid down a second passageway only to be blocked by the ghost. He whirled around and ran in the other direction once again finding the way barricaded. He growled, then stole his way into a tent, scarcely avoiding the dazzling blades of the ghost. He stood in hiding for some time but then his peace was rudely interrupted by the sound of heavy breathing and cold breath on his neck that sent veins of fear coursing through his blood. He slowly turned his gaze to discover the ghost leaning over him, a cruel smile spread thin across his pale face.
Kolat bounced out of the tent blind with fear, only to find a terrible scene before him. Seven ghosts, all the same scoffed at him and made wretched faces at him. Kolat began to grow queasy and nausea tried to pull a cowl of darkness over him, but he fought desperately back. He jumped when a hand grabbed his shoulder and whirled him around, the wretched face of the ghost was inches from his own.
A wretched grin of fortitude cracked across his ashen, smug face. "Boo." He said flatly.
That was all the captain could take. His eyes rolled and he fell over, unconscience. Edge smiled, whiping the disguise off his face. He looked over at the freed Cathicans holding the Satisans in a huddled circle.
"That was incredible!" Lady Arina exclaimed, "How ever did you do that?"
"Lot's and lot's of practice." Edge smiled then added, "And a lot of Thorn's famous head smacks with Ali." He rubbed his head in spite of the memory. "Yes, that's how it was done."
Arina grinned, "I'm sure that was a fun experience." Sarcasm tinted her voice.
Edge nodded, then his gaze dropped to the Satisan captain at his feet. "We need to get the prisoners to Randal. Especially this one." He pushed Kolat over with his foot. An idea twinkled in his eye. He turned to one of his clones. "Set free two Satisans, but make them think they got away themselves. Pursue them, kill one, but let the other bring word of the ghosts." Edge's face was set with determination. The clone nodded then went off to carry out the order.
A Cathican spearman pressed forward gesturing for Edge's attention. "Sir, there are more prisoners spread throughout these woods in enemy camps. Are you planning on saving them?"
Edge nodded.
"We could help." the spearman offered.
"I think I could pull a few strings." Edge grinned, almost sinister it was.
Sweey: GOSH! THIS CHAPTER TOOK SO FRIGGIN LONG TO UPDATE! :C I hope you guys enjoyed this one. :) It was a lot of in and out typing. In other words, I didn't have as much time as usual. :) I have wonderful news! :D My essay won and I'm going to go meet #1 selling mystery author Carol Higgens Clark in October. XD eee! Anyways, forgive me for being sooooo late! and well, the aweful forshadowing as well. :/ wasn't as good as I had planned. ;) well, I'll do my best to become a little more consistant, but I probably won't update everday. Maybe every OTHER day. :) i dunno, I'm playing this by ear. I'm currently working on my publish worthy novel and I'm getting ready to publish my first child's book. If you like the Ranger's Apprentice, Lord of the Rings, or any fantasy story, you're sure to like mine. :) MUAHHA! :) I'll give you guys some more info as I go along. :) Anyways, please, READ and REVIEW! :D ^_^ later dudes!