Yo minna!!! I'll be honest, I'm a girl - whose a reader! But I'm also a writer! *GASP!* Anyways, this is an account for all of my favorites, since its a bit risky to add my favorite stories to my favorites list in my other account.. Because I fear people finding out about the.. rather irritating habit that.. um.. I have. As in shipping boyxboy, as my family doesn't really appreciate that =_=" Only my older sis seriously do know about my guilty-reads.. But hey! Not my fault, I was introduced to FF.net in rather.. odd ways too.. So it isn't really much of a surprise, right, nee? Nee? Nee? Nee? Nee? NEE?! Yeah, sorry, I'm currently sugar-high right now and listening to Honda Kiku singing May You Smile Today. So.. yeah. I love my reads :D Dear Myself, In case I accidentally deleted my notes, and forgot my password - I shall put it in a very drama and criminal-ish manner. Oliver stared blankly at the wall, before pushing himself off the ground. She looked around the room and wasn't that awed by the furniture - or lack thereof. It was dark, and there was probably a light switch somewhere. How on earth did she even get here? She pushed her glasses up and walked confidently to the small light on the ground - underneath what she thought was the door. She knew that she didn't fear anything anymore, as before all the immortal fiasco, she was the captain of Prince Onyxblade. It was the name of a pirate ship whose name was widely known and well-feared, due to its crew and herself. As young as she was, only living twelve full years, before she struck that blasted deal with Inferno, and became one of the daughters of the blazing fire, she herself was even more feared than her crew. Truth be told, Oliver rather missed the times when she was still a pirate - but now, she was a lady. An heir to twenty-six, ancient families. She was from the Great Britain, together with an old friend who she had met once again in the seas. His ship was named the Bloody Mint. Together with him, she also met three other captains and their ships while she was out sailing. Sure, she met many others, but it was her old friend and those three others who she can vividly remember, as if their temporary truces yesterday - those times when they all paired up with each other to go search for lost treasures and adventure. As she walked down the stairs of the mysterious mansion (since the place was very huge), she recalls that one was from Spain, another from France, and the last from the fallen Prussia. But those were ghosts of the old times and what matters now was finding a way out.. oh, look. A door. Pushing it open, she rolled her eyes at the stereotypical creaking sound which mostly begun those bloody awful horror movies that one of her more.. obnoxious American aquaintances drags her to watch. Entering the room, she realized it was a kitchen with a square table in the middle. Glancing at the table, she noticed a note on top and strode over. Picking it up, she begun to read. The clue lies in south, in a country tinted by the icy cold roots of the Atlantic. Seek for the navy and light blue fish to gain the truth of the mystery of the blade of the onyx prince. Oliver glared at the piece of paper and crumpled it in her fist, before stuffing it into one of her pockets. The note reminded her of a treasure that she, and the four other captains, failed to get. T'was actually because of those Spriggans who guarded it. And another odd thing was, was that the title "Onyx Prince" was one of the names that the people gave her. Other than, the four captains and her crew, nobody knew her gender, so they assumed that he was a male - all because of the name of her ship. Sighing, she stared hard into the darkness, and walked out of the door. After a few minutes of walking, she finally reached the front door of the mansion and walked out calmly. She passed the anti-portkey and anti-apparition wards and brought out a jet-black locket. She ignored the mysterious sting at her eyes at the memories that said locket brought. It was actually a sixth captain (who was also her brother) - that she, her friend, and the other three respected much. His death was what made them separate. Together with the fact that her friend was ordered by the king to blow up the Spanish captain's ship. Sighing once again, Oliver said in a clear, strong voice, "The Prince's Despair." The voice-activated portkey whisked her away. Yes, I am aware that this is lame, myself, but it is needed as we usually forget the passwords of our alt accounts and main account - that will not do. I had so much fun writing this.. haha. So myself, don't you go forgetting the password, again. -Sarcastically yours, yourself |
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