A/N: BACKIES!!!! Didja miss me? ::crickets:: Aw shaddap.
Anywho, here's a few THANK YOU's to my wonderful reviwER (where is
everybody?):
HOLLYBIRD: Thank you for the reviews! And yes, chappy 7 & 8, WERE the same, I was having trouble with the comp, but they're fixed now.And I know what you mean about the review thing! Talk about disrespect! I need more reviews. I read All Alone, but my stupid comp won't let me post a review.I'll do it ASAP!!! Thank you sooooo much!!!! ^.~
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//Kaiyari opened her eyes, to find herself floating in an ocean of blankness, nothing disturbing the expanse of white. She sighed and sat down, wondering why this dream was so different. There was no crush of dark, and the silence here was not deafening. She began to relax, when a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. A great mass of dark clouds was boiling towards her, roaring and crackling. She shrank backwards, and stumbled to her feet. The cloud was almost upon her, and showing no signs of stopping. A terrible tide of panic welled up inside her, as she was hit with a wave of dread. Suddenly a familiar presence entered her mind. Folken appeared between her and the onrushing fire of blackness, a naked sword in one hand, the other brandished before him, as if to physically drive off the dark. Surprisingly, the clouds slowed, then stopped, rumbling and growling fearfully. Folken looked strained, sweat beading on his brow. "Go.I can't.hold this forever." Kaiyari looked around, feeling unsure and scared. Folken didn't move, but his jaw clenched. "Go.RUN!"//
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Kaiyari snapped awake, mouth open in a silent scream. Folken's last words ringing in her mind. //Go, run.Run where?// But the urgency of his command forced her into action. She threw off the covers, and surged to her feet. After a brief second of nausea, her mind sped up, and she sprinted for the door. She flew into the corridor, bare feet silent on the carpeted floor. As she ran, her sense of impending danger grew. Was it just her, or did those shadows seem to be growing?! What was that movement behind her?! Kaiyari whirled, eyes flickering from one dark pocket of shadows to the next, heart pounding. She turned sharply and started off again, running for all she was worth. //Go.Run!// The words pounded in her head, spurring her to greater speeds. She practically flew through the Palace, not knowing where she was going, or what she was fleeing, only that she HAD to escape it.
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//Van walked through a field of flowers, the wind gently ruffling his hair. He had dreamed this same dream for years now, ever since Hitomi vanished into the column of light, back to the Mystic Moon. Suddenly there she was, looking the same as she had the last time he saw her; short brown hair, wide emerald eyes, wearing her ridiculous school uniform and track bag. "Hitomi." he held out his hand to her knowing what would happen. She held out her hand to touch his, but before their fingers reached, she was pulled backwards, slowly dwindling out of sight, a sad smile on her face. He stood there, hand outstretched, for a long time. Then Van noticed a light growing from Hitomi's vanishing point. /This doesn't usually happen./ He thought. The light grew brighter, until it solidified, into the shape of a person. A tall, bonde-haired, aqua-eyed person. Kendai, or whatever her real name was, seemed to be running from something. Her hand was outstretched, and a look of fear in her eyes. Then Van saw what was chasing her. A seeping tide of black followed her, covering everything in its path. Van watched in horror as it began to gain on her. He stretched out his hand towards her, and for an instant, their fingers entwined.//
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Van sat straight up, hands clenched in the sheets. The feeling of danger and fear in the room was almost palpable. //She needs me.// He closed his eyes, and envisioned her face, banishing all other thoughts from his head. After a minute, his vision seemed to thrust down and out, and suddenly there she was, sprinting up a winding staircase her feet barely touching the ground. Van watched her, as she flew up the steep flights. Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. //She's running up the East Tower...//
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Kaiyari's breathing sped up to match the soft scuffs of her bare feet on the stairwell. She had run through hallways and rooms, doors and balconies, walkways and corridors. She was losing speed fast, and she could feel her strength ebbing away. As she charged up the stairs, she suddenly felt a presence there with her. It was similar to Folken's, so it didn't worry her too much. Finally, she reached the top of the stairs. A single intricately carved door stood there, leaving her no choice but to push it open. The door slid silently open, and Kaiyari gasped. The room was surreal. The walls were painted a soft pearl, and white gauzy curtains framed tall French windows. In the center of the room was a large and ornate bed, framed by lacy white bed curtains. A white cradle stood empty next to the bed, and beautiful paintings adorned the walls. Ivory statues covered in cobwebs graced the corners, and by the amount of dust her feet kicked up, no one had been in that room for years. A bright painting hanging above the white brick of the fireplace drew her attention. The colors were muted fading, and it was covered in a layer of dust, but something about it drew her. She walked softly across the room, her feet silent on the dusty wood. She reached up, a tentative hand, and brushed some dust away. The painting was of a family. A beautiful lady sat in the middle, her long dark hair cascading around her lovely face. Behind her stood a dark and handsome man. Part of his face was in shadow, but his solemn eyes peered from under dark brows. A young man stood at the shoulder of the beautiful lady, clasping her hand. The older man rested his hand on the teenager's shoulder. The boy had a slender build, but it was obvious that he was not done growing yet. He had longish cerulean hair, and a chunk of it dangled in his eyes. A soft smile played across his face, and his eyes shone. In the lap of the pretty lady sat a young boy, just out of toddler-hood. He had black hair, sparkling eyes, and a mischievous smile. The picture pulled at a place in her heart, and her fingers brushes against the canvas longingly. Suddenly, she realized the feeling of impending danger was gone, replaced by a soft sense of peace. She relaxed, and her eyes lit on a small box on a bedside table across the room. She crossed the room silently, and picked in carefully up, moving towards one of the French windows for more light. It was a music box, exquisitely beautiful, a rose among thorns. She turned found the key lying on the bed stand, and wound it up.
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Van strode silently up the stairs, breathing in the comforting smell of the tower. //I haven't visited Her room since...// His thought was cut off as he reached the smooth door. He traced the carvings with the tip of his finger, trying to slow his rapid heartbeat. The soft strains of a music box reached his ears, and he smiled softly, and gently pushed the door open. Kendai -or whoever she was- stood in a shaft of dusty light from the window, the sunlight turning her hair to gold. She held a music box in her hands, entranced by it's beauty, her face totally peaceful and unguarded. He sighed, and suddenly felt as if he was being watched. He looked sharply around the room, and as his gaze rested on a mirror by the window, for an instant it looked as if there was someone standing behind him. A purple- eyed, aqua-haired someone. The apparition smiled softly, and put his hand out. Van felt a slight pressure on his shoulder, and when he looked down, and for a second there seemed to be a silver claw resting on his shoulder. Van blinked to clear his eyes, and Folken was gone. "Brother." he whispered. The faint strains of whistling whirled around him, then drifted away. Van smiled and turned back to the young woman with the music box.
HOLLYBIRD: Thank you for the reviews! And yes, chappy 7 & 8, WERE the same, I was having trouble with the comp, but they're fixed now.And I know what you mean about the review thing! Talk about disrespect! I need more reviews. I read All Alone, but my stupid comp won't let me post a review.I'll do it ASAP!!! Thank you sooooo much!!!! ^.~
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//Kaiyari opened her eyes, to find herself floating in an ocean of blankness, nothing disturbing the expanse of white. She sighed and sat down, wondering why this dream was so different. There was no crush of dark, and the silence here was not deafening. She began to relax, when a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. A great mass of dark clouds was boiling towards her, roaring and crackling. She shrank backwards, and stumbled to her feet. The cloud was almost upon her, and showing no signs of stopping. A terrible tide of panic welled up inside her, as she was hit with a wave of dread. Suddenly a familiar presence entered her mind. Folken appeared between her and the onrushing fire of blackness, a naked sword in one hand, the other brandished before him, as if to physically drive off the dark. Surprisingly, the clouds slowed, then stopped, rumbling and growling fearfully. Folken looked strained, sweat beading on his brow. "Go.I can't.hold this forever." Kaiyari looked around, feeling unsure and scared. Folken didn't move, but his jaw clenched. "Go.RUN!"//
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Kaiyari snapped awake, mouth open in a silent scream. Folken's last words ringing in her mind. //Go, run.Run where?// But the urgency of his command forced her into action. She threw off the covers, and surged to her feet. After a brief second of nausea, her mind sped up, and she sprinted for the door. She flew into the corridor, bare feet silent on the carpeted floor. As she ran, her sense of impending danger grew. Was it just her, or did those shadows seem to be growing?! What was that movement behind her?! Kaiyari whirled, eyes flickering from one dark pocket of shadows to the next, heart pounding. She turned sharply and started off again, running for all she was worth. //Go.Run!// The words pounded in her head, spurring her to greater speeds. She practically flew through the Palace, not knowing where she was going, or what she was fleeing, only that she HAD to escape it.
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//Van walked through a field of flowers, the wind gently ruffling his hair. He had dreamed this same dream for years now, ever since Hitomi vanished into the column of light, back to the Mystic Moon. Suddenly there she was, looking the same as she had the last time he saw her; short brown hair, wide emerald eyes, wearing her ridiculous school uniform and track bag. "Hitomi." he held out his hand to her knowing what would happen. She held out her hand to touch his, but before their fingers reached, she was pulled backwards, slowly dwindling out of sight, a sad smile on her face. He stood there, hand outstretched, for a long time. Then Van noticed a light growing from Hitomi's vanishing point. /This doesn't usually happen./ He thought. The light grew brighter, until it solidified, into the shape of a person. A tall, bonde-haired, aqua-eyed person. Kendai, or whatever her real name was, seemed to be running from something. Her hand was outstretched, and a look of fear in her eyes. Then Van saw what was chasing her. A seeping tide of black followed her, covering everything in its path. Van watched in horror as it began to gain on her. He stretched out his hand towards her, and for an instant, their fingers entwined.//
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Van sat straight up, hands clenched in the sheets. The feeling of danger and fear in the room was almost palpable. //She needs me.// He closed his eyes, and envisioned her face, banishing all other thoughts from his head. After a minute, his vision seemed to thrust down and out, and suddenly there she was, sprinting up a winding staircase her feet barely touching the ground. Van watched her, as she flew up the steep flights. Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. //She's running up the East Tower...//
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Kaiyari's breathing sped up to match the soft scuffs of her bare feet on the stairwell. She had run through hallways and rooms, doors and balconies, walkways and corridors. She was losing speed fast, and she could feel her strength ebbing away. As she charged up the stairs, she suddenly felt a presence there with her. It was similar to Folken's, so it didn't worry her too much. Finally, she reached the top of the stairs. A single intricately carved door stood there, leaving her no choice but to push it open. The door slid silently open, and Kaiyari gasped. The room was surreal. The walls were painted a soft pearl, and white gauzy curtains framed tall French windows. In the center of the room was a large and ornate bed, framed by lacy white bed curtains. A white cradle stood empty next to the bed, and beautiful paintings adorned the walls. Ivory statues covered in cobwebs graced the corners, and by the amount of dust her feet kicked up, no one had been in that room for years. A bright painting hanging above the white brick of the fireplace drew her attention. The colors were muted fading, and it was covered in a layer of dust, but something about it drew her. She walked softly across the room, her feet silent on the dusty wood. She reached up, a tentative hand, and brushed some dust away. The painting was of a family. A beautiful lady sat in the middle, her long dark hair cascading around her lovely face. Behind her stood a dark and handsome man. Part of his face was in shadow, but his solemn eyes peered from under dark brows. A young man stood at the shoulder of the beautiful lady, clasping her hand. The older man rested his hand on the teenager's shoulder. The boy had a slender build, but it was obvious that he was not done growing yet. He had longish cerulean hair, and a chunk of it dangled in his eyes. A soft smile played across his face, and his eyes shone. In the lap of the pretty lady sat a young boy, just out of toddler-hood. He had black hair, sparkling eyes, and a mischievous smile. The picture pulled at a place in her heart, and her fingers brushes against the canvas longingly. Suddenly, she realized the feeling of impending danger was gone, replaced by a soft sense of peace. She relaxed, and her eyes lit on a small box on a bedside table across the room. She crossed the room silently, and picked in carefully up, moving towards one of the French windows for more light. It was a music box, exquisitely beautiful, a rose among thorns. She turned found the key lying on the bed stand, and wound it up.
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Van strode silently up the stairs, breathing in the comforting smell of the tower. //I haven't visited Her room since...// His thought was cut off as he reached the smooth door. He traced the carvings with the tip of his finger, trying to slow his rapid heartbeat. The soft strains of a music box reached his ears, and he smiled softly, and gently pushed the door open. Kendai -or whoever she was- stood in a shaft of dusty light from the window, the sunlight turning her hair to gold. She held a music box in her hands, entranced by it's beauty, her face totally peaceful and unguarded. He sighed, and suddenly felt as if he was being watched. He looked sharply around the room, and as his gaze rested on a mirror by the window, for an instant it looked as if there was someone standing behind him. A purple- eyed, aqua-haired someone. The apparition smiled softly, and put his hand out. Van felt a slight pressure on his shoulder, and when he looked down, and for a second there seemed to be a silver claw resting on his shoulder. Van blinked to clear his eyes, and Folken was gone. "Brother." he whispered. The faint strains of whistling whirled around him, then drifted away. Van smiled and turned back to the young woman with the music box.