Man, I didn't expect to have that much writer's block for this story. I
know how its going to go, I just cant get it down!!!!
Sorry about the length. Compared to my other chapters its pretty short. But if it was going to be its original length, it wouldn't have been up here till November! (and also I promised no more chapters of Guardian till this was up, and I'm getting pretty scared of some of its reviewers. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!).
Anyway, R&R!
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Chapter 4
Ruby ran to the strange structure, and studied it. It was obviously some kind of old temple. And near the entrance, a strange figure walked in.
~Hey, wait!~ she thought, and followed the figure.
* * *
"Rally Ho!" greeted the man, and Ruby could only look in surprise. He was just a little taller than she was, and his skin was just a shade darker than her hair. She didn't even attempt to say hello as the man continued.
"You don't get in unless you say rally ho!" he explained. "You look like one of those horn heads, but you don't have a horn."
~Horn heads?~ thought Ruby.
"Well, do you want in?" asked the man. "Rally Ho!"
~O . . . kay, lets try this~ Ruby thought.
"R-ra-rally h-ho!" she repeated, exactly like the man had before.
His small eyes bugged out at her voice. "You sound like me!"
Shaking his head, he walked to the side and let the girl in. "I'm Dermit."
"Ruby" Ruby answered, in Blanks voice.
"Now you sound like another boy!" shouted Dermit. "You sure you're a girl?"
Ruby laughed at the comment, and walked into the town.
* * *
"Rally Ho!" greeted the green people. "Welcome to Conde Petie!"
"Rally Ho!" answered Ruby.
"Weird accent. Sounds like us!" answered the villagers.
Ruby smiled. No matter where she went in this town, the people always noticed she used different accents. But they hadn't really made too big a deal of it. Now she just needed a place to stay, or at least . . .
~A boat~ she thought, running towards it. Sure, it was perched in front of an altar, and was surrounded by flowers, but it was a boat.
"You like it missy?" a voice said.
Ruby turned to see an old green woman standing near her.
"Me and my hubby were joined on that altar years ago" she explained. "You seem a little young to be thinking that though."
~It must be important to them. Guess I can't borrow it. Well, this place IS nice. Maybe I can find a place to stay~
Whilst she was thinking, the woman eyed her curiously. "Ye're not from around here are ye?" Ruby shook her head.
"Hmm, you must be that girl that copies other that me friends have been talking about. Where are ye going to stay?"
Ruby shrugged her shoulders. She didn't have enough words to explain.
"Well, you come along now. Ye can stay at my place for a while. My name's Gwendelle."
"Ruby."
"Hmph. That boy's voice is no good for a pretty girl like you. Come along. We have to fix that!"
* * *
Ruby stayed at Gwendelle's house for several months. With nothing else to do, and Ruby having no idea where to go, Gwendelle would tell long stories, using as much words as possible, to widen Ruby's vocabulary. Before long, Ruby was speaking in Gwendelle's accent nearly all the time.
Things seemed fine. Ruby had no intention of leaving. She didn't need to steal, as she helped Gwendelle out, in return for food and shelter. Until one night . . .
* * *
"The end" finished ruby, speaking in Gewendelle's throaty tongue. She often read her Book of Plays to her friend. She'd never heard them before, and enjoyed them immensely.
"Ruby" said Gwendelle. "Don't you think it's time to talk?"
Ruby was puzzled. "But I am talking Gwendelle."
Gwendelle shook her head. "No. You are copying. Ever since ye came her, av never seen ye speak in your own voice. Only others you have met. Ye're like a parrot, stealing words from others, and using them to your own desires."
Ruby didn't respond, she could only stare at her older friend.
"I think I'll retire now" Gwendelle said, and walked out the room, leaving Ruby in her thought.
* * *
~A . . . parrot?~ she thought. ~Is that all I am?~
To be continued . . .
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Hopefully I can drag myself away from all the other things I'm doing and get the next chapter up soon. The Beginning is getting there though, so the next chapter of that will be up first. There should only be three chapters of this (maybe four) left.
Sorry about the length. Compared to my other chapters its pretty short. But if it was going to be its original length, it wouldn't have been up here till November! (and also I promised no more chapters of Guardian till this was up, and I'm getting pretty scared of some of its reviewers. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!).
Anyway, R&R!
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Chapter 4
Ruby ran to the strange structure, and studied it. It was obviously some kind of old temple. And near the entrance, a strange figure walked in.
~Hey, wait!~ she thought, and followed the figure.
* * *
"Rally Ho!" greeted the man, and Ruby could only look in surprise. He was just a little taller than she was, and his skin was just a shade darker than her hair. She didn't even attempt to say hello as the man continued.
"You don't get in unless you say rally ho!" he explained. "You look like one of those horn heads, but you don't have a horn."
~Horn heads?~ thought Ruby.
"Well, do you want in?" asked the man. "Rally Ho!"
~O . . . kay, lets try this~ Ruby thought.
"R-ra-rally h-ho!" she repeated, exactly like the man had before.
His small eyes bugged out at her voice. "You sound like me!"
Shaking his head, he walked to the side and let the girl in. "I'm Dermit."
"Ruby" Ruby answered, in Blanks voice.
"Now you sound like another boy!" shouted Dermit. "You sure you're a girl?"
Ruby laughed at the comment, and walked into the town.
* * *
"Rally Ho!" greeted the green people. "Welcome to Conde Petie!"
"Rally Ho!" answered Ruby.
"Weird accent. Sounds like us!" answered the villagers.
Ruby smiled. No matter where she went in this town, the people always noticed she used different accents. But they hadn't really made too big a deal of it. Now she just needed a place to stay, or at least . . .
~A boat~ she thought, running towards it. Sure, it was perched in front of an altar, and was surrounded by flowers, but it was a boat.
"You like it missy?" a voice said.
Ruby turned to see an old green woman standing near her.
"Me and my hubby were joined on that altar years ago" she explained. "You seem a little young to be thinking that though."
~It must be important to them. Guess I can't borrow it. Well, this place IS nice. Maybe I can find a place to stay~
Whilst she was thinking, the woman eyed her curiously. "Ye're not from around here are ye?" Ruby shook her head.
"Hmm, you must be that girl that copies other that me friends have been talking about. Where are ye going to stay?"
Ruby shrugged her shoulders. She didn't have enough words to explain.
"Well, you come along now. Ye can stay at my place for a while. My name's Gwendelle."
"Ruby."
"Hmph. That boy's voice is no good for a pretty girl like you. Come along. We have to fix that!"
* * *
Ruby stayed at Gwendelle's house for several months. With nothing else to do, and Ruby having no idea where to go, Gwendelle would tell long stories, using as much words as possible, to widen Ruby's vocabulary. Before long, Ruby was speaking in Gwendelle's accent nearly all the time.
Things seemed fine. Ruby had no intention of leaving. She didn't need to steal, as she helped Gwendelle out, in return for food and shelter. Until one night . . .
* * *
"The end" finished ruby, speaking in Gewendelle's throaty tongue. She often read her Book of Plays to her friend. She'd never heard them before, and enjoyed them immensely.
"Ruby" said Gwendelle. "Don't you think it's time to talk?"
Ruby was puzzled. "But I am talking Gwendelle."
Gwendelle shook her head. "No. You are copying. Ever since ye came her, av never seen ye speak in your own voice. Only others you have met. Ye're like a parrot, stealing words from others, and using them to your own desires."
Ruby didn't respond, she could only stare at her older friend.
"I think I'll retire now" Gwendelle said, and walked out the room, leaving Ruby in her thought.
* * *
~A . . . parrot?~ she thought. ~Is that all I am?~
To be continued . . .
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Hopefully I can drag myself away from all the other things I'm doing and get the next chapter up soon. The Beginning is getting there though, so the next chapter of that will be up first. There should only be three chapters of this (maybe four) left.