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So please please PLEASE PLEASE don't sue me! I am just a person writing
for fun!
::Peeks in and sees angry looking readers.:: Please don't hurt me! I am sorry this took so long! I had the worst writer's block, but now I am having a pretty good run of inspiration. I hope to get the next part up soon. Again please please PLEASE PLEASE R&R! Thanks! Here's the next part! (AN: I should have mentioned this sooner but this story involves very sad and terrible things that occur in our world. I don't want to give everything away so I won't tell you exactly what the terrible things are, but I will warn you that these are situations that most don't think happen in Dinotopia.)
Part 3
Neeaila rushed around the kitchen preparing dinner. "Rish!" Neeaila called over her shoulder. A thin little girl around 8 with curly brown hair and sea green eyes like Neeaila's ran in. "Yes, Aya?" she asked. "Please go get Trent and both of you get washed up. Then come and set the table. Father will be here very soon," Neeaila told her, not once stopping in her preparations. "Yes ma'am," Rishanna said obediently. Then she turned to run out the door and stopped and turned back. "Neeaila? Why does he do this?" Rishanna asked. Neeaila finally stopped and looked up at her little sister. Then she looked down and sighed. "I don't know why he does it, but he is our Father." "But why do we have to let him do it? Why don't we stop him?" Rishanna pressed. "How can we stop him?" Neeaila returned, a pained look on her face. "He is bigger and stronger than us." Rishanna looked at her older sister who looked more like she was 30 than 14 at that moment. She had hurriedly twisted her hair up in a high messy bun. Some of her hair had fallen out and fallen in her eyes or stuck to her neck from sweat. Her eyes were filled with worry almost constantly. Her shoulders were slumped under a weight too heavy for her, a weight that even little 6 year old Trent knew she should not have to carry. Rishanna pressed her lips together and made up her mind. She nodded and went to go get Trent. Rishanna ran out the back door. She started to call Trent's name. "Tre! Tre! Trent!" She heard a giggle. "Trent Joshuna Night, come here right now! Father will be home very soon! We have to get cleaned up and set the table!" He little brother immediately ran out of his hiding place. He was thin like his sisters, he had curly brown hair and sea green eyes also like his sisters. He ran quickly over to the washing barrel. He climbed the stepping stool that Neeaila had set up next to it for Rishanna and Trent. He scooted over and made room for Rishanna. She climbed up next to him. The proceeded to wash their hands and faces, with Rishanna helping Trent, they then dried their hands and faces. They went inside and headed toward the kitchen. In the hallway that lead to the kitchen door, which was closed, Rishanna and Trent heard a loud, angry, male voice, cries of pain and loud crashing noises. Rishanna motioned Trent to stay put; he nodded, his eyes wide with fear. Rishanna crept silently to the door and pushed it open the barest amount. Through the crack she could see that the kitchen was a huge mess, pots, pans, food, everywhere. Then she saw Neeaila crumpled on the floor, her hair had fallen out of the bun completely and streamed down her back as she tilted her head back. He face was relatively blank, barely concealing the mixture of fear, anger, pain, sadness, worry and defiance and Rishanna knew was there. Then Rishanna heard the words: "Get up you stupid girl!" except it came out more like: "Gee ub ya stoopd garl!" Rishanna recognized the voice immediately, it haunted her nightmares constantly. She carefully closed the door. She went back to Trent, she took his hand and lead him silently through the house. They hurried outside, once outside Rishanna had the urge to go and hide, but she refused to, she remembered what she had decided to do and knew she had to do it. "Come on," she told Trent and lead him off, running, purposefully. "Where are we going?" Trent asked, confused and fearful. "We're going to get Rix, he'll help us. He's Neeaila's friend." "How?" "We're going to tell him.everything," Rishanna said grimly. 'I just hope we get back in time,' she thought to herself.
::Peeks in and sees angry looking readers.:: Please don't hurt me! I am sorry this took so long! I had the worst writer's block, but now I am having a pretty good run of inspiration. I hope to get the next part up soon. Again please please PLEASE PLEASE R&R! Thanks! Here's the next part! (AN: I should have mentioned this sooner but this story involves very sad and terrible things that occur in our world. I don't want to give everything away so I won't tell you exactly what the terrible things are, but I will warn you that these are situations that most don't think happen in Dinotopia.)
Part 3
Neeaila rushed around the kitchen preparing dinner. "Rish!" Neeaila called over her shoulder. A thin little girl around 8 with curly brown hair and sea green eyes like Neeaila's ran in. "Yes, Aya?" she asked. "Please go get Trent and both of you get washed up. Then come and set the table. Father will be here very soon," Neeaila told her, not once stopping in her preparations. "Yes ma'am," Rishanna said obediently. Then she turned to run out the door and stopped and turned back. "Neeaila? Why does he do this?" Rishanna asked. Neeaila finally stopped and looked up at her little sister. Then she looked down and sighed. "I don't know why he does it, but he is our Father." "But why do we have to let him do it? Why don't we stop him?" Rishanna pressed. "How can we stop him?" Neeaila returned, a pained look on her face. "He is bigger and stronger than us." Rishanna looked at her older sister who looked more like she was 30 than 14 at that moment. She had hurriedly twisted her hair up in a high messy bun. Some of her hair had fallen out and fallen in her eyes or stuck to her neck from sweat. Her eyes were filled with worry almost constantly. Her shoulders were slumped under a weight too heavy for her, a weight that even little 6 year old Trent knew she should not have to carry. Rishanna pressed her lips together and made up her mind. She nodded and went to go get Trent. Rishanna ran out the back door. She started to call Trent's name. "Tre! Tre! Trent!" She heard a giggle. "Trent Joshuna Night, come here right now! Father will be home very soon! We have to get cleaned up and set the table!" He little brother immediately ran out of his hiding place. He was thin like his sisters, he had curly brown hair and sea green eyes also like his sisters. He ran quickly over to the washing barrel. He climbed the stepping stool that Neeaila had set up next to it for Rishanna and Trent. He scooted over and made room for Rishanna. She climbed up next to him. The proceeded to wash their hands and faces, with Rishanna helping Trent, they then dried their hands and faces. They went inside and headed toward the kitchen. In the hallway that lead to the kitchen door, which was closed, Rishanna and Trent heard a loud, angry, male voice, cries of pain and loud crashing noises. Rishanna motioned Trent to stay put; he nodded, his eyes wide with fear. Rishanna crept silently to the door and pushed it open the barest amount. Through the crack she could see that the kitchen was a huge mess, pots, pans, food, everywhere. Then she saw Neeaila crumpled on the floor, her hair had fallen out of the bun completely and streamed down her back as she tilted her head back. He face was relatively blank, barely concealing the mixture of fear, anger, pain, sadness, worry and defiance and Rishanna knew was there. Then Rishanna heard the words: "Get up you stupid girl!" except it came out more like: "Gee ub ya stoopd garl!" Rishanna recognized the voice immediately, it haunted her nightmares constantly. She carefully closed the door. She went back to Trent, she took his hand and lead him silently through the house. They hurried outside, once outside Rishanna had the urge to go and hide, but she refused to, she remembered what she had decided to do and knew she had to do it. "Come on," she told Trent and lead him off, running, purposefully. "Where are we going?" Trent asked, confused and fearful. "We're going to get Rix, he'll help us. He's Neeaila's friend." "How?" "We're going to tell him.everything," Rishanna said grimly. 'I just hope we get back in time,' she thought to herself.