In fact Meilan wasn't upset at all. She found Ling's horror stricken face to be amusing. The way he flinched every time she raised her voice in an octave higher. It sent little chills down her spine. She stood up and walked slowly up to the young man who had suddenly taken an interest in his black shoes. Every step she took echoed through the dark,
empty room. Shadows covered half of her face giving her a sinister appearance instead of the one she was trying to give. Ling trembled violently, little drops of sweat falling down the side of his face. She smiled even more. Down the small steps until she got up to the boy, her gaze remained cold, yet loving at the same time.
"Stand Ling, and look at me," She demanded in an audible whisper. Ling began to pant softly. He didn't know what to think of this. Meilan's voice, or rather whisper, didn't sound cold and demanding, it felt different. He slowly lifted his face to greet hers and got up slowly. If he was going to be put to death he might as well do it with acceptance and obedience. He stared into her eyes and waited patiently to hear what his fate was going to be.
Meilan smirked even more as Ling's gaze slowly drifted to the floor. She gently put her hands on his chin and lifted it up so his eyes met hers once again. This time he kept them there. He had such nice black eyes.
//No wonder I chose him to join with me, his eyes, they appear so innocent and ability to see visions. But could it be something else?//
Ling tried not to flinch as Meilan kept her silky white hand on his chin. He flushed not knowing why. He was supposed to be cowering in fear, trembling, but somehow his fear subsided and he relaxed under her icy cold
touch. She smiled to herself, a small smile devoid of evil and dread.
"Ling, tell me about your past. I'm ready to know and besides I need some amusement. You cannot imagine how it feels doing nothing all day," She said softly. Ling could feel her breath on his neck. He sustained himself from
moving and felt his breath quicken. He felt too uncomfortable around anyone who held superiority over him.
"I'm waiting for your tale," Meilan whispered in his ear. Ling froze for a moment and forced himself to speak. He was being given a direct order...there was no choice but to follow.
"I was born in a little village in the outskirts of the Fanelian border, not very fancy yet not very poor," He began to say but paused. Meilan stood up and rang a very small bell she took out of her pocket Almost immeadiately two hooded figures came in carrying a small table with some tea and cookies. They set the table down an ran back to bring two chairs. The hooded figures bowed respectfully and left leaving Meilan and a sweatdropping Ling all alone again.
"Continue," she said, a small smile creeping up on her face while taking a seat. Ling adjusted the collar of his shirt and sat down. Taking a breath he tried to make this easy on him....he didn't like talking about his past, it was too painful. Shaking incoherent and bad thoughts away he settled down.
"I was happy at the time with my sister and my mother and father. It was at that time before the Great War, when all of Gaea was proporus and full of life, as it is begining to be now. My parents were very normal people, they didn't believe in magicks or the myths that went around the Mystic Moon nor did they believe in Atlanits or Draconians. They were the sort of people who didn't believe in something until they saw it. They were practically against all things beyond the norm. M sister and I were pretty normal in their eyes, a lot they knew. My sister and I had powers, special powers. She had he ability to sense peoples' emotions and had a greater curse. I could see the past and the future. I was what would be called a seer in straining back then. Anyways I would have these strange visions, mostly of death and pain... and it would rip me in pieces because whatever the victims felt..I wold feel it too. The destruction and total chaos. My sister tried to calm me down whenever I would have one of those visions. I called them the devils' tools because I had a theory that an evil spirit gave me this curse to make me suffer. I was ten then I didn't understand,"Ling paused to catch his breath while Meilan served him some tea. He accepted it mutely and was reluctant to drink it but his thirst was unbearable. He looked at the cup and in the end ended up drinking it in one gulp before resuming.
"Of course I also knew a little more than just seeing visions. The world of magic and myth had always fascinated me so I would go to the store and get books and learned how to do simple things. I also discovered that my powers were not "evil" this was when I was eleven years old. My sister protected me from my parents and shielded my powers, always dismissing it as "he's a very sick boy, that what he gets when he works too much." You see my parents were out most of the day working, my mother was a doctor and my father was...I can't remember what he was but it wasn't that important. So I was mostly training as an apprentice with a local bookeeper. Days and days went by and my visiions kept getting worse until my parents started suspecting something. when my mom was at home one day cleaning the house she unfortunatly happened to hear me screaming in pain in the back yard. My sister calming me down. She started screaming at me, shaking me until it was over. I nearly died. After that she beat me until I told her the truth. I had no choice so I did. When my father came home my mother told him about me. My sister managed to shield her powers away but I was beaten for days and days whenever I would get a vision about destruction. I thought they loved me like real parents but I guess I was wrong in a way..or maybe they did it becasue they loved me, I don't know. The visions eventually stopped after four years of more torture than ever. Of course my sister was still there helping me and curing my wounds and giving me food and water. I was sixteen by the time I was kicked out of my house along with my sister, my parents eventually discovered her abilities and called us both freaks. So we were on our own," Ling stopped there, and held back the tears that threatened to fall. Meilan dropped her cold face and showed concern, after all he was almost a friend and a valuable person in her little "plan". He drank some more of the liquid that had gone a little cold and once again manged to relax.
"You're done for now..come see me tomorrow you will continue where you left off. Right now you need to calm down and relax, besides tomorrow we will commence part one of the plan.," Meilan said softly. Right now she felt compassion and it was something that made her cold mask break, which is something she did not like and can made her a bit grouchy sometimes. Ling got up, quickly calmed his nerves, bow respectfully and practically ran to his room where he threw himself on his hard bed and wept like he had never wept before in his lifetime. Thoughts of his disapperance of Gaea on his mind. He shook those thoughts away angrily.
//I have been ordered to return tommorrow to Meilan and finished what I have been telling her I cannot go back on my word//
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Author's Note: Well there you have it ladies and gents! a little long snippet of Ling's past. Sorry this is short once again but I've taken too long in wrintg this already after two hours of continuous typing I'm sweating like hell im's so hot in my attic and my brothers' friends are really getting to me so I"m done for now. I have such writers' block this was hard as hell to write. Thank you to all the reviwers. I apologize to those who wanted to know more about Meilan and I apologize for the super long delay. I swear to my beta readers and to you my wonderific readers that chapter seven will be longer.
Standard disclaimers and warnings apply to this chapter.
empty room. Shadows covered half of her face giving her a sinister appearance instead of the one she was trying to give. Ling trembled violently, little drops of sweat falling down the side of his face. She smiled even more. Down the small steps until she got up to the boy, her gaze remained cold, yet loving at the same time.
"Stand Ling, and look at me," She demanded in an audible whisper. Ling began to pant softly. He didn't know what to think of this. Meilan's voice, or rather whisper, didn't sound cold and demanding, it felt different. He slowly lifted his face to greet hers and got up slowly. If he was going to be put to death he might as well do it with acceptance and obedience. He stared into her eyes and waited patiently to hear what his fate was going to be.
Meilan smirked even more as Ling's gaze slowly drifted to the floor. She gently put her hands on his chin and lifted it up so his eyes met hers once again. This time he kept them there. He had such nice black eyes.
//No wonder I chose him to join with me, his eyes, they appear so innocent and ability to see visions. But could it be something else?//
Ling tried not to flinch as Meilan kept her silky white hand on his chin. He flushed not knowing why. He was supposed to be cowering in fear, trembling, but somehow his fear subsided and he relaxed under her icy cold
touch. She smiled to herself, a small smile devoid of evil and dread.
"Ling, tell me about your past. I'm ready to know and besides I need some amusement. You cannot imagine how it feels doing nothing all day," She said softly. Ling could feel her breath on his neck. He sustained himself from
moving and felt his breath quicken. He felt too uncomfortable around anyone who held superiority over him.
"I'm waiting for your tale," Meilan whispered in his ear. Ling froze for a moment and forced himself to speak. He was being given a direct order...there was no choice but to follow.
"I was born in a little village in the outskirts of the Fanelian border, not very fancy yet not very poor," He began to say but paused. Meilan stood up and rang a very small bell she took out of her pocket Almost immeadiately two hooded figures came in carrying a small table with some tea and cookies. They set the table down an ran back to bring two chairs. The hooded figures bowed respectfully and left leaving Meilan and a sweatdropping Ling all alone again.
"Continue," she said, a small smile creeping up on her face while taking a seat. Ling adjusted the collar of his shirt and sat down. Taking a breath he tried to make this easy on him....he didn't like talking about his past, it was too painful. Shaking incoherent and bad thoughts away he settled down.
"I was happy at the time with my sister and my mother and father. It was at that time before the Great War, when all of Gaea was proporus and full of life, as it is begining to be now. My parents were very normal people, they didn't believe in magicks or the myths that went around the Mystic Moon nor did they believe in Atlanits or Draconians. They were the sort of people who didn't believe in something until they saw it. They were practically against all things beyond the norm. M sister and I were pretty normal in their eyes, a lot they knew. My sister and I had powers, special powers. She had he ability to sense peoples' emotions and had a greater curse. I could see the past and the future. I was what would be called a seer in straining back then. Anyways I would have these strange visions, mostly of death and pain... and it would rip me in pieces because whatever the victims felt..I wold feel it too. The destruction and total chaos. My sister tried to calm me down whenever I would have one of those visions. I called them the devils' tools because I had a theory that an evil spirit gave me this curse to make me suffer. I was ten then I didn't understand,"Ling paused to catch his breath while Meilan served him some tea. He accepted it mutely and was reluctant to drink it but his thirst was unbearable. He looked at the cup and in the end ended up drinking it in one gulp before resuming.
"Of course I also knew a little more than just seeing visions. The world of magic and myth had always fascinated me so I would go to the store and get books and learned how to do simple things. I also discovered that my powers were not "evil" this was when I was eleven years old. My sister protected me from my parents and shielded my powers, always dismissing it as "he's a very sick boy, that what he gets when he works too much." You see my parents were out most of the day working, my mother was a doctor and my father was...I can't remember what he was but it wasn't that important. So I was mostly training as an apprentice with a local bookeeper. Days and days went by and my visiions kept getting worse until my parents started suspecting something. when my mom was at home one day cleaning the house she unfortunatly happened to hear me screaming in pain in the back yard. My sister calming me down. She started screaming at me, shaking me until it was over. I nearly died. After that she beat me until I told her the truth. I had no choice so I did. When my father came home my mother told him about me. My sister managed to shield her powers away but I was beaten for days and days whenever I would get a vision about destruction. I thought they loved me like real parents but I guess I was wrong in a way..or maybe they did it becasue they loved me, I don't know. The visions eventually stopped after four years of more torture than ever. Of course my sister was still there helping me and curing my wounds and giving me food and water. I was sixteen by the time I was kicked out of my house along with my sister, my parents eventually discovered her abilities and called us both freaks. So we were on our own," Ling stopped there, and held back the tears that threatened to fall. Meilan dropped her cold face and showed concern, after all he was almost a friend and a valuable person in her little "plan". He drank some more of the liquid that had gone a little cold and once again manged to relax.
"You're done for now..come see me tomorrow you will continue where you left off. Right now you need to calm down and relax, besides tomorrow we will commence part one of the plan.," Meilan said softly. Right now she felt compassion and it was something that made her cold mask break, which is something she did not like and can made her a bit grouchy sometimes. Ling got up, quickly calmed his nerves, bow respectfully and practically ran to his room where he threw himself on his hard bed and wept like he had never wept before in his lifetime. Thoughts of his disapperance of Gaea on his mind. He shook those thoughts away angrily.
//I have been ordered to return tommorrow to Meilan and finished what I have been telling her I cannot go back on my word//
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Author's Note: Well there you have it ladies and gents! a little long snippet of Ling's past. Sorry this is short once again but I've taken too long in wrintg this already after two hours of continuous typing I'm sweating like hell im's so hot in my attic and my brothers' friends are really getting to me so I"m done for now. I have such writers' block this was hard as hell to write. Thank you to all the reviwers. I apologize to those who wanted to know more about Meilan and I apologize for the super long delay. I swear to my beta readers and to you my wonderific readers that chapter seven will be longer.
Standard disclaimers and warnings apply to this chapter.
