(a/n: I'm hoping that this'll get better later. And, no, the title makes
no sense whatsoever thus far, but it will later (. I hope you don't really
mind. No, I don't own TM or TMR as much as it seems like I do. I know,
stinks, don't it? Well, Enjoy and please review. I'm not much of a TM or
TMR author, so please, I don't mind constructive criticism; though I find
flames quite stupid, so please, don't waste precious time writing them.
Thankies, ppls! )
Reflection
By: Fyre Eye
Chapter 1: Enefia Daesm
Enefia Daesm frowned deeply studying her surroundings. She went to sleep in her tent, and what her body declared only a few hours later she was somewhere else completely. Her somber, chocolate-colored eyes caught the sunrise, and with a bronze arm, she shielded her eyes from the light. She brushed back a few escaped ebony colored hairs from her face. She looked quickly around her, trying to find one particular man. Her father. She soon caught sight of him. His curly hair under a purple turban, and a black clothed black was all that she could see, but from sneaking around behind him for years she knew it was him.
She ran with unbelievable stealth to his side. She stood in front of him, her gaze irritated. "Father." She spoke in a soft, mysterious, and yet firm voice. "Father." She repeated, as he did not look at her. She changed from speaking Arabic, their common language to English, which he had taught her to speak. "DAD!" She shouted, and received a glare from the man.
"What is it you want, Enefia?" He spoke with a harsh tint in his voice that most people would greatly fear, but Enefia knew better. She rolled her eyes in an agitated way.
"Father, I told you: don't call me Enefia. I hate that! Besides, why didn't anyone wake me when the camp moved, or do I just not get to know?" Enefia spoke with slight anger in her voice.
The man before her looked on guiltily. "Um, well, Enefia. With your sleeping problems, and you finally getting to sleep I told the men not to disturb you."
"DAD!" She said sharply, returning once again to English.
"Enefia, might I remind you that I am the father here, not you. For once, I was doing the right thing for you!" He defended himself. Enefia slumped her shoulders, knowing that every word he spoke was quite true. "I know that you like to know everything that goes on, but you need to ignore the tribe a little more and pay a little more attention to your health! You've been having trouble sleeping for weeks, and when you do, those horrible nightmares!"
"I am sorry father, but please tell me when the camp is moving next time, even if I'm sleeping."
"Very well, Enefia. We are on our way to the location of Ahm Shere. I know it is naught but desert, now, but I must make sure, for the sake of my conscience, if nothing else." The man smiled, at his beautiful, inquisitive, imp of a daughter.
She had grown with a knack for getting herself into danger. Even as an extremely young child. When she was but two years old, a scorpion crawled into her makeshift crib and tried to sting her. Then again, Enefia had a knack for getting her own hide out of that same danger; the scorpion didn't have time to sting her. Within an instant of seeing it, Enefia had killed it, crushing it under a wooden toy.
"Well, father, for the sake of your conscience, I'll come along." She smiled wickedly. "Or is the poor leader of the Medjai afraid to bring his defenseless little girl along for the ride. Like the last time you went to Ahm Shere."
"Enefia, the last time I went to Ahm Shere, you were only seven years old. It would have been injustice to let you come. You would have died. And, yes, I am afraid for my little girl, whom is not quite defenseless." He replied, throwing her a rare smile.
Enefia groaned. "I am going to change my name from Enefia if it is the last feat I ever accomplish." She stalked away through hordes of Medjai, who were now up and about, preparing for the day. She headed away to retrieve her horse, a gift from her father. It was a beautiful black stallion. She named it Naem. An ancient name in her family history, her grandfather(on her mother's side)'s name. She made a clucking noise through her teeth, and the amazing animal galloped through the many Medjai to her. "Naem, I believe that I don't credit you for all the intelligence that you hold, my dear friend."
The horse did nothing but neigh softly at her in a sort of reassuring way. She placed a hand on its forehead and scratched there. If horses could smile, Enefia was positive that Naem would be grinning like a fool now.
"ARDETH!" An unbearably loud shot resounded through the camp. Though many of the Medjai turned quickly from the source of the noise, as it wasn't their business, Enefia ran toward it, and hid in the shadows of several tents as the source came nearer. A man was that source, a man that was definitely not a Medjai, but seemingly important none-the-less, because he wasn't instantly killed, thus she assumed he was important. 'And besides,' Enefia thought as the shout "ARDETH BAY!" rang clear again. 'If this man has business involving my father, whether he likes it or not, it involves me!'
(a/n: I don't really know if this is any good or not (. The O'Connell's will be coming in the story soon don't worry! Well, umm, please review! That's all! P.S. the fact that Enefia has a different last name than her father will come in later, so, uh, yeah, she's Ardeth's daughter.)
Reflection
By: Fyre Eye
Chapter 1: Enefia Daesm
Enefia Daesm frowned deeply studying her surroundings. She went to sleep in her tent, and what her body declared only a few hours later she was somewhere else completely. Her somber, chocolate-colored eyes caught the sunrise, and with a bronze arm, she shielded her eyes from the light. She brushed back a few escaped ebony colored hairs from her face. She looked quickly around her, trying to find one particular man. Her father. She soon caught sight of him. His curly hair under a purple turban, and a black clothed black was all that she could see, but from sneaking around behind him for years she knew it was him.
She ran with unbelievable stealth to his side. She stood in front of him, her gaze irritated. "Father." She spoke in a soft, mysterious, and yet firm voice. "Father." She repeated, as he did not look at her. She changed from speaking Arabic, their common language to English, which he had taught her to speak. "DAD!" She shouted, and received a glare from the man.
"What is it you want, Enefia?" He spoke with a harsh tint in his voice that most people would greatly fear, but Enefia knew better. She rolled her eyes in an agitated way.
"Father, I told you: don't call me Enefia. I hate that! Besides, why didn't anyone wake me when the camp moved, or do I just not get to know?" Enefia spoke with slight anger in her voice.
The man before her looked on guiltily. "Um, well, Enefia. With your sleeping problems, and you finally getting to sleep I told the men not to disturb you."
"DAD!" She said sharply, returning once again to English.
"Enefia, might I remind you that I am the father here, not you. For once, I was doing the right thing for you!" He defended himself. Enefia slumped her shoulders, knowing that every word he spoke was quite true. "I know that you like to know everything that goes on, but you need to ignore the tribe a little more and pay a little more attention to your health! You've been having trouble sleeping for weeks, and when you do, those horrible nightmares!"
"I am sorry father, but please tell me when the camp is moving next time, even if I'm sleeping."
"Very well, Enefia. We are on our way to the location of Ahm Shere. I know it is naught but desert, now, but I must make sure, for the sake of my conscience, if nothing else." The man smiled, at his beautiful, inquisitive, imp of a daughter.
She had grown with a knack for getting herself into danger. Even as an extremely young child. When she was but two years old, a scorpion crawled into her makeshift crib and tried to sting her. Then again, Enefia had a knack for getting her own hide out of that same danger; the scorpion didn't have time to sting her. Within an instant of seeing it, Enefia had killed it, crushing it under a wooden toy.
"Well, father, for the sake of your conscience, I'll come along." She smiled wickedly. "Or is the poor leader of the Medjai afraid to bring his defenseless little girl along for the ride. Like the last time you went to Ahm Shere."
"Enefia, the last time I went to Ahm Shere, you were only seven years old. It would have been injustice to let you come. You would have died. And, yes, I am afraid for my little girl, whom is not quite defenseless." He replied, throwing her a rare smile.
Enefia groaned. "I am going to change my name from Enefia if it is the last feat I ever accomplish." She stalked away through hordes of Medjai, who were now up and about, preparing for the day. She headed away to retrieve her horse, a gift from her father. It was a beautiful black stallion. She named it Naem. An ancient name in her family history, her grandfather(on her mother's side)'s name. She made a clucking noise through her teeth, and the amazing animal galloped through the many Medjai to her. "Naem, I believe that I don't credit you for all the intelligence that you hold, my dear friend."
The horse did nothing but neigh softly at her in a sort of reassuring way. She placed a hand on its forehead and scratched there. If horses could smile, Enefia was positive that Naem would be grinning like a fool now.
"ARDETH!" An unbearably loud shot resounded through the camp. Though many of the Medjai turned quickly from the source of the noise, as it wasn't their business, Enefia ran toward it, and hid in the shadows of several tents as the source came nearer. A man was that source, a man that was definitely not a Medjai, but seemingly important none-the-less, because he wasn't instantly killed, thus she assumed he was important. 'And besides,' Enefia thought as the shout "ARDETH BAY!" rang clear again. 'If this man has business involving my father, whether he likes it or not, it involves me!'
(a/n: I don't really know if this is any good or not (. The O'Connell's will be coming in the story soon don't worry! Well, umm, please review! That's all! P.S. the fact that Enefia has a different last name than her father will come in later, so, uh, yeah, she's Ardeth's daughter.)
