**~~**Some of my friends who read my previous disclaimer said that they
were confused as to what exactly is going on. I would like to clear that up
for everyone. Helga and Shawna are the people who live in my head. I am Sa,
the physically alive one. The one who writes the fic. The one with the pen
name of Hayden's Super Hobbit. Helga and Shawna are just a figment of my
imagination. So, lets review.
Helga: fake, lives in my head
Shawna: fake, lives in my head
Sa: also known as Hayden's Super Hobbit, writer of the fic and creator of Helga and Shawna.
There, now are y'all a but less confused? Good.**~~**
A Disclaimer this is: none of Tamora's characters I own. Vinen Snakethread and Mian I own. Yoda I am. Mine Hayden is.
Helga (in my head she lives): you really are scaring me
Sa (Hayden's Super Hobbit I am): scary I am, for pyro I be. Hayden's lightsaber I stole. Set fire to Jarjar I did.
Helga: hahahaha, good call. It's about time someone got rid of him.
Shawna (in my head she lives as well): now, that wasn't very nice Sa. You should apologize to Jarjar.
Sa: apologize I shall not. Fire I like.
Shawna: well why not apologize? What did Jarjar do to you?
Sa: stop Hayden from being bothered by Padme he did. Like padme I do not. Hate Jarjar I do.
Helga: will you stop it!!!!!
Sa: stop I shall not. Jedi I am. Take over the world I will. Supreme ruler I'll become.
Helga: hey.sounds fun. Can I help?
Sa: help me you can if obedient you will be. My padawan you become.
Helga: I have no idea what you just said.
Shawna: -hopeful- she said that if you decide not to take over the world then you will become her padawan learner.
Helga: what're you nuts? She said that if I agree to let her be in charge when we take over the world then I will be her pada.whatever.
Sa: right Helga is. Agree does she?
Helga: sure, why not
Sa: a pyro-riffic friendship this will be. Continue the story I shall. ~*~Chapter 10: Awakening~*~
Sandry awoke in a dark chamber. She saw Tris chained beside her. Slowly her friend began to come around. As she waited for Tris to regain consciousness, she remembered how she must have gotten to this terrible place. A short, balding, ugly man had taken her and Tris. As Tris sat up slowly, the little man re-entered the room. "Well, well. Our little chickadees are awake," he said with mock gentility. He pushed back a greasy lock of hair and sniffed.
"Mian! Come here at once!" a cold voice called.
"Snakethread," Tris mouthed to Sandry.
"Coming master." Mian scurried out of the room. "By the way," he sneered, "your chains are magic proofed."
Sandry looked at Tris. "I am going to test these chains and see if they really are magic proofed. That little man looks quite careless. He could have used the wrong ones." Slowly, for her head was throbbing, she tested her magic. Her assumptions were correct. "Tris, he put the wrong chains on us," she said hopefully. Maybe we can escape.
"How?" Tris asked. "We don't have the keys."
"Oh yes, we do," Sandry said slyly. "Look. They're right over there. Tied onto that string. I can try to bring them over here without making any noise."
"But once we're out of the chains, how will we get out of the cursed place?"
"That's where you come in. After we unlock the chains, I need you to bring up the thickest fog you can manage. And make sure that it doesn't let up when you go below it. It has to surround this place completely. The only thing is how to get out."
"Not a problem," Tris said. "When that Mian person came here before, he dropped a map of this place. He didn't realize, so I shifted on top of it. When he realized I was awake, he panicked and knocked me out again. I still have the map."
"Tris, you are a genius. Once we are out of here, I swear I will never say you are too clever again." Then the two girls set to work.
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Briar stirred groggily. He heard voices. Opening his eyes, he found that his vision was blurred. Squinting to see better, the fog around him slowly faded. Daja, Rosethorn, Lark, and Niko came into focus. "What happened?" he asked thickly. His mouth was dry as cotton.
"You took quite a fall, Briar," Niko told him. Suddenly he remembered.
"Sandry! Tris! He has them!" Briar sat up quickly. His head spun and gentle hands laid him back against his pillows. A cup was pressed into his hands.
"You won't be going anywhere for a while, Briar," Rosethorn said. "You've a nice sized lump on the back of your head."
"But the girls, we have to find them! He'll kill them!" Briar protested. Sitting up again and trying to fling himself to his feet, Briar's head began to throb. An awful feeling arose in the pit of his stomach and his vision blurred. Again he was laid back and pressed against the soft bed.
"Briar, you really should stay put," Lark told him. You'll be up and about in a few days, trust me. Then we can concentrate on Sandry and Tris. Right now you need to rest. You won't be able to help them like you are."
"But you don't understand!" He said quickly.
"No, Briar. We don't understand. And you can explain it to us when you are in proper condition again." Rosethorn said. Even when he was hurt and feverish, Briar knew better than to mess with her. With that Lark shooed everyone out of the room, muttering about letting him rest.
"I won't let you down Sandry. Tris. Everything is ok . . .I'm coming . . ." Briar mumbled before falling into a fitful sleep. Listening outside his door, Daja worried. Her friend's head wound had caused him fever. He had been delirious for two days before he woke up that day. Relieved that he was healing enough to think somewhat rationally, Daja followed Niko away from his room.
A/N: poor briar. He got hurted. I feel like such a monster. But don't worry, he'll be all better next chapter.
Helga: fake, lives in my head
Shawna: fake, lives in my head
Sa: also known as Hayden's Super Hobbit, writer of the fic and creator of Helga and Shawna.
There, now are y'all a but less confused? Good.**~~**
A Disclaimer this is: none of Tamora's characters I own. Vinen Snakethread and Mian I own. Yoda I am. Mine Hayden is.
Helga (in my head she lives): you really are scaring me
Sa (Hayden's Super Hobbit I am): scary I am, for pyro I be. Hayden's lightsaber I stole. Set fire to Jarjar I did.
Helga: hahahaha, good call. It's about time someone got rid of him.
Shawna (in my head she lives as well): now, that wasn't very nice Sa. You should apologize to Jarjar.
Sa: apologize I shall not. Fire I like.
Shawna: well why not apologize? What did Jarjar do to you?
Sa: stop Hayden from being bothered by Padme he did. Like padme I do not. Hate Jarjar I do.
Helga: will you stop it!!!!!
Sa: stop I shall not. Jedi I am. Take over the world I will. Supreme ruler I'll become.
Helga: hey.sounds fun. Can I help?
Sa: help me you can if obedient you will be. My padawan you become.
Helga: I have no idea what you just said.
Shawna: -hopeful- she said that if you decide not to take over the world then you will become her padawan learner.
Helga: what're you nuts? She said that if I agree to let her be in charge when we take over the world then I will be her pada.whatever.
Sa: right Helga is. Agree does she?
Helga: sure, why not
Sa: a pyro-riffic friendship this will be. Continue the story I shall. ~*~Chapter 10: Awakening~*~
Sandry awoke in a dark chamber. She saw Tris chained beside her. Slowly her friend began to come around. As she waited for Tris to regain consciousness, she remembered how she must have gotten to this terrible place. A short, balding, ugly man had taken her and Tris. As Tris sat up slowly, the little man re-entered the room. "Well, well. Our little chickadees are awake," he said with mock gentility. He pushed back a greasy lock of hair and sniffed.
"Mian! Come here at once!" a cold voice called.
"Snakethread," Tris mouthed to Sandry.
"Coming master." Mian scurried out of the room. "By the way," he sneered, "your chains are magic proofed."
Sandry looked at Tris. "I am going to test these chains and see if they really are magic proofed. That little man looks quite careless. He could have used the wrong ones." Slowly, for her head was throbbing, she tested her magic. Her assumptions were correct. "Tris, he put the wrong chains on us," she said hopefully. Maybe we can escape.
"How?" Tris asked. "We don't have the keys."
"Oh yes, we do," Sandry said slyly. "Look. They're right over there. Tied onto that string. I can try to bring them over here without making any noise."
"But once we're out of the chains, how will we get out of the cursed place?"
"That's where you come in. After we unlock the chains, I need you to bring up the thickest fog you can manage. And make sure that it doesn't let up when you go below it. It has to surround this place completely. The only thing is how to get out."
"Not a problem," Tris said. "When that Mian person came here before, he dropped a map of this place. He didn't realize, so I shifted on top of it. When he realized I was awake, he panicked and knocked me out again. I still have the map."
"Tris, you are a genius. Once we are out of here, I swear I will never say you are too clever again." Then the two girls set to work.
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Briar stirred groggily. He heard voices. Opening his eyes, he found that his vision was blurred. Squinting to see better, the fog around him slowly faded. Daja, Rosethorn, Lark, and Niko came into focus. "What happened?" he asked thickly. His mouth was dry as cotton.
"You took quite a fall, Briar," Niko told him. Suddenly he remembered.
"Sandry! Tris! He has them!" Briar sat up quickly. His head spun and gentle hands laid him back against his pillows. A cup was pressed into his hands.
"You won't be going anywhere for a while, Briar," Rosethorn said. "You've a nice sized lump on the back of your head."
"But the girls, we have to find them! He'll kill them!" Briar protested. Sitting up again and trying to fling himself to his feet, Briar's head began to throb. An awful feeling arose in the pit of his stomach and his vision blurred. Again he was laid back and pressed against the soft bed.
"Briar, you really should stay put," Lark told him. You'll be up and about in a few days, trust me. Then we can concentrate on Sandry and Tris. Right now you need to rest. You won't be able to help them like you are."
"But you don't understand!" He said quickly.
"No, Briar. We don't understand. And you can explain it to us when you are in proper condition again." Rosethorn said. Even when he was hurt and feverish, Briar knew better than to mess with her. With that Lark shooed everyone out of the room, muttering about letting him rest.
"I won't let you down Sandry. Tris. Everything is ok . . .I'm coming . . ." Briar mumbled before falling into a fitful sleep. Listening outside his door, Daja worried. Her friend's head wound had caused him fever. He had been delirious for two days before he woke up that day. Relieved that he was healing enough to think somewhat rationally, Daja followed Niko away from his room.
A/N: poor briar. He got hurted. I feel like such a monster. But don't worry, he'll be all better next chapter.