Disclaimer: not mine! i mean... if i owned them do you think i'd be here in this small town (ahem... which just so happens to be the hometown of David Orth) *grin* in university studying for finals next week??? didn't think so...
A/N: YOU PEOPLE ARE THE BEST! It's pretty sad how giddy I was when I saw the number of reviews... :) But your reviews have definitely made me feel welcome to the LW fanfic world.. :) I'm so giddy right now i think i'll give a shameless plug... if you haven't already read Maggie's "Lost Souls" and "Curse or Blessing?" go read it! :) also...there are a lot of really good writers... just go into the reviews for this and just click on one of the signed reviewers... anywho. i've been really thinking about where i'm taking this story... i'm not too sure i like chapter 3.. so that's prolly going to be going through some heavy re-modeling... :) and i have finals next week... so i'm not sure when i'll get the time to fix chapter 3... so please be patient with me and i'll try to work on it whenever i find the time.
A/N2: i just noticed i seem to switch scenes really quickly for the first part of this short chapter... hopefully it's not too confusing...
now... onto the show....
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Roxton had finally collected all the specimens that Challenger required and packed all his belongings. "Marguerite, I've found everything we were looking for. Of course, no thanks to
you..." His voice trailed off as he didn't hear a sign of Marguerite anywhere near by. He
looked up slowly. "Marguerite...? I don't have time for your childish games. Where are you
hiding?" After a moment of silence, Roxton sighed, and started his search for Marguerite.
Marguerite was entranced by the glimmer of light coming from the cave. Carefully she entered the
cave and followed the light. *Hmm, I wonder what jewel could cause this sparkle?* Marguerite continued deeper into the cave, hoping that she would be rewarded with a large gem of some sorts to add to her collection.
Roxton wiped the sweat off his brow. He had been trekking through the sweltering heat in search of Marguerite and was rewarded with aching feet, a sore back and a small headache from the sun.
"Blast that woman!" He yelled out loud to no one in particular. In another couple of hours the
sun would begin to set. He was already exhausted and wanted nothing more than to head back to the tree house. Mumbling a few choice words, he started his long search for a certain lovable but very infuriating woman.
It had seemed like hours since Marguerite had first entered the cave. She had been wandering
aimlessly, following one speck of light. But no matter how far she walked, it didn't seem to get her any closer to her destination. Frustrated and extremely tired, she stopped to give her feet a rest. She slowly slumped to the ground and sprawled herself in the dirt.
*Where on earth is this light leading me? If I come out of this cave empty handed, I'm sure to get a long, boring lecture from Roxton about wandering alone in a cave, wasting my time in search of a bauble.*
She lowered her head in her hands and groaned. She could already picture the look of disapproval on his face. Surprisingly, Marguerite found that she actually cared about Roxton's opinion of her.
Wallowing in self-pity, a sudden small gust of wind swept over her, causing a shiver to crawl up her spine.
Looking up, she saw an unusual mist head back in the direction she came from. She slowly stood up and dusted herself off.
*I just came from that bloody direction!!!* She thought incredulously. But to her disbelief, as she turned the corner, she found herself in a hidden room of some sorts. *This was definitely not here before. How could I have missed something like this the first time?* Her eyes wandered around the room. It was as if she had entered an underground medieval chamber. There was a large round table in the centre of the room which was surrounded by 13 chairs. One chair however, seemed to be larger and fancier than the rest. If Marguerite didn't know any better, it looked like a throne fit for a king. The room was surrounded by candles and the walls were covered with beautiful tapestries and paintings. Marguerite allowed her hand to brush along the frames of the paintings as she examined her surroundings.
That was when she saw a gleam of light. Her eyes widened. That had to be the cause of her entering the cave. At the end of the mysterious room was a full-length mirror. The candlelight glimmered against the mirror giving off a shiny glow to the room. She slowly walked towards it. The closer she got, the more the mirror shimmered like water. Unconsciously, her hand reached out to touch the shimmering mirror. To her surprise, her hand went through the mirror. *That's odd.* Of course, Marguerite's curiosity got the better of her and she put her hand further into the mirror until her entire arm seemed to be through the mirror. It was then when she heard the whispers. An eerie voice seemed to call to her. Beckoning her to enter. As if some invisible magnetic force was pulling her in, she stepped through the mirror.
Stumbling face forward, she was rewarded with a face full of dirt. Looking up, she moaned, "Oh great. I've wasted all this time to find another entrance to the cave. I will never hear the end of this."
Obviously not amused, she started to head back to the tree house, unbeknownst to a pair of watchful eyes.
TBC...
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how is it that whenever i'm done... it seems like i haven't written anything... but while thinking of it.. it seems really really long??? strange. anywho..i'm STILL setting up for the actual plot... :) yah yah... i know... i'm taking my sweet l'il time.. but please review... flames however will be used to roast marshmellows (hmmm... marshmellows *drool*...) and then will be put out with my fire extinguisher.. cuz "only YOU can prevent forest fires"... um... okey... i'm going to go.. cuz i'm just rambling...
see that button (and yes TLWROX, mine is purply-blue *smiles*) down there??? click on it and speak your mind...
yes.. that button...
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A/N: YOU PEOPLE ARE THE BEST! It's pretty sad how giddy I was when I saw the number of reviews... :) But your reviews have definitely made me feel welcome to the LW fanfic world.. :) I'm so giddy right now i think i'll give a shameless plug... if you haven't already read Maggie's "Lost Souls" and "Curse or Blessing?" go read it! :) also...there are a lot of really good writers... just go into the reviews for this and just click on one of the signed reviewers... anywho. i've been really thinking about where i'm taking this story... i'm not too sure i like chapter 3.. so that's prolly going to be going through some heavy re-modeling... :) and i have finals next week... so i'm not sure when i'll get the time to fix chapter 3... so please be patient with me and i'll try to work on it whenever i find the time.
A/N2: i just noticed i seem to switch scenes really quickly for the first part of this short chapter... hopefully it's not too confusing...
now... onto the show....
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Roxton had finally collected all the specimens that Challenger required and packed all his belongings. "Marguerite, I've found everything we were looking for. Of course, no thanks to
you..." His voice trailed off as he didn't hear a sign of Marguerite anywhere near by. He
looked up slowly. "Marguerite...? I don't have time for your childish games. Where are you
hiding?" After a moment of silence, Roxton sighed, and started his search for Marguerite.
Marguerite was entranced by the glimmer of light coming from the cave. Carefully she entered the
cave and followed the light. *Hmm, I wonder what jewel could cause this sparkle?* Marguerite continued deeper into the cave, hoping that she would be rewarded with a large gem of some sorts to add to her collection.
Roxton wiped the sweat off his brow. He had been trekking through the sweltering heat in search of Marguerite and was rewarded with aching feet, a sore back and a small headache from the sun.
"Blast that woman!" He yelled out loud to no one in particular. In another couple of hours the
sun would begin to set. He was already exhausted and wanted nothing more than to head back to the tree house. Mumbling a few choice words, he started his long search for a certain lovable but very infuriating woman.
It had seemed like hours since Marguerite had first entered the cave. She had been wandering
aimlessly, following one speck of light. But no matter how far she walked, it didn't seem to get her any closer to her destination. Frustrated and extremely tired, she stopped to give her feet a rest. She slowly slumped to the ground and sprawled herself in the dirt.
*Where on earth is this light leading me? If I come out of this cave empty handed, I'm sure to get a long, boring lecture from Roxton about wandering alone in a cave, wasting my time in search of a bauble.*
She lowered her head in her hands and groaned. She could already picture the look of disapproval on his face. Surprisingly, Marguerite found that she actually cared about Roxton's opinion of her.
Wallowing in self-pity, a sudden small gust of wind swept over her, causing a shiver to crawl up her spine.
Looking up, she saw an unusual mist head back in the direction she came from. She slowly stood up and dusted herself off.
*I just came from that bloody direction!!!* She thought incredulously. But to her disbelief, as she turned the corner, she found herself in a hidden room of some sorts. *This was definitely not here before. How could I have missed something like this the first time?* Her eyes wandered around the room. It was as if she had entered an underground medieval chamber. There was a large round table in the centre of the room which was surrounded by 13 chairs. One chair however, seemed to be larger and fancier than the rest. If Marguerite didn't know any better, it looked like a throne fit for a king. The room was surrounded by candles and the walls were covered with beautiful tapestries and paintings. Marguerite allowed her hand to brush along the frames of the paintings as she examined her surroundings.
That was when she saw a gleam of light. Her eyes widened. That had to be the cause of her entering the cave. At the end of the mysterious room was a full-length mirror. The candlelight glimmered against the mirror giving off a shiny glow to the room. She slowly walked towards it. The closer she got, the more the mirror shimmered like water. Unconsciously, her hand reached out to touch the shimmering mirror. To her surprise, her hand went through the mirror. *That's odd.* Of course, Marguerite's curiosity got the better of her and she put her hand further into the mirror until her entire arm seemed to be through the mirror. It was then when she heard the whispers. An eerie voice seemed to call to her. Beckoning her to enter. As if some invisible magnetic force was pulling her in, she stepped through the mirror.
Stumbling face forward, she was rewarded with a face full of dirt. Looking up, she moaned, "Oh great. I've wasted all this time to find another entrance to the cave. I will never hear the end of this."
Obviously not amused, she started to head back to the tree house, unbeknownst to a pair of watchful eyes.
TBC...
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how is it that whenever i'm done... it seems like i haven't written anything... but while thinking of it.. it seems really really long??? strange. anywho..i'm STILL setting up for the actual plot... :) yah yah... i know... i'm taking my sweet l'il time.. but please review... flames however will be used to roast marshmellows (hmmm... marshmellows *drool*...) and then will be put out with my fire extinguisher.. cuz "only YOU can prevent forest fires"... um... okey... i'm going to go.. cuz i'm just rambling...
see that button (and yes TLWROX, mine is purply-blue *smiles*) down there??? click on it and speak your mind...
yes.. that button...
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