Okay, I would like to mention, that we, The Lady Song and I, have just decided to allow Mage Melery to join Veiwpoint's. She is making her own charater, and will write along with us, so watch for her story's, they will be counted as part of this series. Thanx
The Lady of Lorraine
P.s. I'm really sorry this is so, well, dramatic, but my muse is currently off checking out the hot guys on the other side of the planet, drinking tequila and leaving me here all by myself. I am running out of 'great' idea's, so I'm sorry.
Laylia's Veiwpoints
Part 7
Thom
Emma and Laylia raced down the street, Laylia's tears dried. Eventually, Emma turned herself into a horse, and Laylia hopped on.
They got to the court yard, and saw Thom laying on the ground a few feet away. Laylia jumped off Emma and raced to wards him, only to be tossed aside by a powerful arm.
A thin stick flew off the ground and began writing in the sand.
'He'S MiNE.' Was scrached into the dirt. But before the stick could even be dropped back on the ground, a burst of raw Enchantment flew from Laylia, hitting the man square in the stomach.
A Falcon flew past the man, Emma, and landed next to Thom, nuging him with it's beak. He awoke, to see Laylia blasting whoever was cloaked by unmagic. She eventually fainted.
Emma sighed, and turned herself into a rather large ape, so she could carry both the half awake Thom and the unconcious Laylia back to the Palace.
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Laylia watched Thom as he ate his dinner, which was brought to the two of them at the infirmary. He was still a little shaky, but he seemed to be recovering. Laylia herself was fully recovered, the healers just wanted to make sure, and she wanted to stay close to Thom. Keep him safe from the monster she had brought into his life.
Thom noticed her watching, and smiled. "Hungry yet?" he asked. She haden't eaten in the three days sense the attack.
"No." She said, dissmissing the subject. His smile was replaced by a look of concern.
"Laylia-" He started.
"I'm not hungry." She had been very short with him lately. She knew the man only wanted Thom because he was close to her. She had to make sure he never went near Thom again.
She stood. "I'm going to the privy." She said in answer to Thom's questioning stare.
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She cried as she walked through the garden. She loved Thom, and the man knew that. She had become so close to Thom, it scared her that the man might have been there every minute, that he knew as much about her as Thom.
Her tears came faster, flowed more violently. She had found out just that morining that Emily and Emma of Silvertree were missing, and blood that traced back to Emily was found in the catacombs.
The tears seemed to wreck her very soul. She had two choices. She could pack up and leave, like Emma had done, or she could stand her ground, and go through the three years ahead of her, finish her training. What could she do?
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The man watched tears streak down Laylia's face, and smiled. He loved this. She was heart broken over he boyfriend, of course. She would break it off with him, he would forget her, or come after the man. Either way the man was safe. If the boy forgot, good, if he didn't, well, he would just have to die.
The man knew that if this 'Emma' Laylia was so fond of got any closer, he would eliminate her, or use her. The man's plan was perfect, flawless.
"Boss," Said a woman's voice behind him. "Plan was accompilshed as decided. The girl is dead." She said, her scared face breaking into a grin. Even better, the man thought, now 'Emma' has no one to help her find me. One down, two to go.
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Laylia sat on the floor in the privy, a dagger in one hand, an glass of wine in front of her. In her other hand she held a ring, Thom's, the first present she had ever gotten from a boy who cared about her, that way.
She had decided that she was putting too many lives in danger, too many lives would be lost because of her. Emma's sister, that was the first. Laylia was sure the man had something to do with Emily's death.
Laylia raised the dagger, she plunged it toward her throat. She expected to feel pain, but suddenly the knife was gone from her hand, lying on the floor a few feet away. She was caught up in a strong embrace. Thinking it was the man, she struggled.
Thom held her tight, he had come, saving her from the knife she was fool-heartedly trying to end her sweet life with.
"Laylia, it's me. Stop this, you know it's stupid." He said, loosening his grip, just a bit.
"I know, I know..." She sopped into his shirt. She let tears that she had kept inside her so long out. She cried for her mother, dead and gone, she cried for her father, alive, but unrachable. She cried for the man, and his sick idea's of power and ignorance. She cried for Emma, for being so unreachable, so cold. She cried for Thom, who she loved, and feared for. But most of all, she cried for herself. For the life she could never have, because of the unique power inside of her. For all her magic, because when it all came down to it she was still hidden in shadows.
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The Lady of Lorraine
P.s. I'm really sorry this is so, well, dramatic, but my muse is currently off checking out the hot guys on the other side of the planet, drinking tequila and leaving me here all by myself. I am running out of 'great' idea's, so I'm sorry.
Laylia's Veiwpoints
Part 7
Thom
Emma and Laylia raced down the street, Laylia's tears dried. Eventually, Emma turned herself into a horse, and Laylia hopped on.
They got to the court yard, and saw Thom laying on the ground a few feet away. Laylia jumped off Emma and raced to wards him, only to be tossed aside by a powerful arm.
A thin stick flew off the ground and began writing in the sand.
'He'S MiNE.' Was scrached into the dirt. But before the stick could even be dropped back on the ground, a burst of raw Enchantment flew from Laylia, hitting the man square in the stomach.
A Falcon flew past the man, Emma, and landed next to Thom, nuging him with it's beak. He awoke, to see Laylia blasting whoever was cloaked by unmagic. She eventually fainted.
Emma sighed, and turned herself into a rather large ape, so she could carry both the half awake Thom and the unconcious Laylia back to the Palace.
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Laylia watched Thom as he ate his dinner, which was brought to the two of them at the infirmary. He was still a little shaky, but he seemed to be recovering. Laylia herself was fully recovered, the healers just wanted to make sure, and she wanted to stay close to Thom. Keep him safe from the monster she had brought into his life.
Thom noticed her watching, and smiled. "Hungry yet?" he asked. She haden't eaten in the three days sense the attack.
"No." She said, dissmissing the subject. His smile was replaced by a look of concern.
"Laylia-" He started.
"I'm not hungry." She had been very short with him lately. She knew the man only wanted Thom because he was close to her. She had to make sure he never went near Thom again.
She stood. "I'm going to the privy." She said in answer to Thom's questioning stare.
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She cried as she walked through the garden. She loved Thom, and the man knew that. She had become so close to Thom, it scared her that the man might have been there every minute, that he knew as much about her as Thom.
Her tears came faster, flowed more violently. She had found out just that morining that Emily and Emma of Silvertree were missing, and blood that traced back to Emily was found in the catacombs.
The tears seemed to wreck her very soul. She had two choices. She could pack up and leave, like Emma had done, or she could stand her ground, and go through the three years ahead of her, finish her training. What could she do?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The man watched tears streak down Laylia's face, and smiled. He loved this. She was heart broken over he boyfriend, of course. She would break it off with him, he would forget her, or come after the man. Either way the man was safe. If the boy forgot, good, if he didn't, well, he would just have to die.
The man knew that if this 'Emma' Laylia was so fond of got any closer, he would eliminate her, or use her. The man's plan was perfect, flawless.
"Boss," Said a woman's voice behind him. "Plan was accompilshed as decided. The girl is dead." She said, her scared face breaking into a grin. Even better, the man thought, now 'Emma' has no one to help her find me. One down, two to go.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Laylia sat on the floor in the privy, a dagger in one hand, an glass of wine in front of her. In her other hand she held a ring, Thom's, the first present she had ever gotten from a boy who cared about her, that way.
She had decided that she was putting too many lives in danger, too many lives would be lost because of her. Emma's sister, that was the first. Laylia was sure the man had something to do with Emily's death.
Laylia raised the dagger, she plunged it toward her throat. She expected to feel pain, but suddenly the knife was gone from her hand, lying on the floor a few feet away. She was caught up in a strong embrace. Thinking it was the man, she struggled.
Thom held her tight, he had come, saving her from the knife she was fool-heartedly trying to end her sweet life with.
"Laylia, it's me. Stop this, you know it's stupid." He said, loosening his grip, just a bit.
"I know, I know..." She sopped into his shirt. She let tears that she had kept inside her so long out. She cried for her mother, dead and gone, she cried for her father, alive, but unrachable. She cried for the man, and his sick idea's of power and ignorance. She cried for Emma, for being so unreachable, so cold. She cried for Thom, who she loved, and feared for. But most of all, she cried for herself. For the life she could never have, because of the unique power inside of her. For all her magic, because when it all came down to it she was still hidden in shadows.
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