Elloo? Is anyone there? -Bangs muddy hands on the puurty white walls and
tracks muddy feet all over the nice shiny white floor- elloooo? Can someone
show me to the fluff place? -Looks at dust particle in the air- escoose me
sir, where's da fwuff place? Ellooo? Ellooooooo? Anyone???? Elloooooo?
-Trips and lands in nice fluffy room with a doctor and a rubber chair and a
straightjacket- hello Mr. dude man sir. I'm here to bouncey bouncey in the
fluff place! WHEEEE
To Sam: briar fell down the stairs. That's how he hit his head.
To Panda (She Co-Writes Enemaldae, only one chappie so far; at least last time I checked which was this afternoon, but its good): Sa is my real nickname. Lol, and I don't mind ur questions, they give me something to smile about, and God knows I need things to smile about right now.
Anyway . . .Helga and I are plotting deviously inside my head. If by now you cannot guess what T.T.S. means, then you don't know me very well, now do you? And Shawna.she's stocking up on fire extinguishers. DON'T GIVE HER ANY! IT WILL RUIN OUR PLANS!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO FIRE EXTINGUISHERS FOR SHAWNA!
Helga: yeh.fire extinguishers baaaad.blowtorch.gooooood!
Sa: I LOVE the way your mind works!
Helga: of course you do, I'm YOUR mind!
Sa: devious little weirdo aren't I?
Shawna: now, now, there's *some* good in everyone.
Sa and Helga together: not us! -Laugh evilly-
Disclaimer from da fluff place: Sa doesn't own anything that Tammy owns. Sa owns the evil peoples and the plot. Other den dat, Sa owns nuttin . . .cept for her NEW AOTC VIDEO! YAAAAY! I love Hayden so much. I was like awwww . . .you're crying . . .NOOO! I can't hug you! You're in the TV! Here . . .let me cry with you . . .
Yeh.pathetic I am, but Hayden I love. With the story I shall continue.
*^*Chapter Eleven: Escape*^*
"Got it," Sandry whispered as she reached out her hand. The keys to their chains, tied together with a woolen cord, floated silently into her fingers. She unlocked Tris, then herself. Carefully taking only the key used for their chains and putting it in her pocket, she stood and stretched. Tris took out the map and unfolded it.
"We are here, in the dungeons. One floor up and we can go through the kitchens. I've been doing some listening. Slaves run the kitchens. They won't stop us from leaving. If it's night like I think it is then they will all be away until morning. That gives us a clear shot at escape. The kitchens are right above us and there is a staircase here just a little way from the main ovens. Now, I'll pull up a fog thicker than porridge. I'll make it so that it doesn't leave a thinner area below. We don't want to be seen. We both know the route, but lets take that cord and tie ourselves together so that we aren't separated." Both girls tied an end of the rope around her waist, making sure that even when the rope was stretched to its limit one could easily reach out and touch the other. Tris took a deep breath and slowly gathered a fog. She carefully made sure that it was not too fast, but still quick enough that they could avoid the routine prisoner checks. Every two hours, Mian was sent to be sure that all was in order and every prisoner was accounted for. They left with a little over an hour and to escape the castle and be far enough away that they wouldn't be tracked down.
Slowly, carefully, they snuck up the stairs and to the left. Reaching the first of the three sets of doors between them and their freedom, Sandry sent up a silent prayer to the Goddess that the doors wouldn't squeak. She reached out, sure that they were right ahead. Carefully both girls pushed one door open. Sneaking through and feeling with their hands to make sure they didn't collide with anything or make any sound, Finally, they reached the second door. Again Sandry prayed it would be noiseless, and again her prayer was answered. ~The next door leads us out of this place.~ Tris reminded Sandry. ~Then we should have a bit less than an hour to escape. Maybe more. Mian slacks off on his duties often. He will probably sleep until sunrise. That's still hours away.~ They pressed on.
Finally, the girls felt the wood of the third door against their palms. They opened it and smelled the fresh air happily. After a moment, they remembered that they were escaping. They hurried to the cover of the woods. "Tris?" Sandry whispered.
"Yea?" came the hushed reply.
"Which way is home?"
"I don't know. We might not even be in range."
"If one of us lends the other some magic, maybe we could reach farther."
"But who do we look for?"
"Briar." Came Sandry's immediate answer.
"Why Briar?"
"Because . . .I know him best."
"Fine, I'll lend you some of my magic. You look for Briar." Tris said reluctantly. "Once we find out which direction he's in, we can go back to Discipline."
The two girls joined hands and Sandry reached with her magic, tying it to the storm that was Tris's magic. Carefully she spread her magic, searching for the familiar earthy warmth. It didn't take her long to find him. For a moment, she wished that she hadn't gotten upset with him. After all, Briar was just being . . .well . . .Briar. Finally she drew her magic back and untied it from Tris. They were in luck. The Winding Circle was ahead of them. To make a straight path back home, they would be able to travel directly into the woods. "It's that way." Sandry said before plunging into the woods. She couldn't wait to see Briar again.
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Briar sat up in bed. It had been nearly a week since his crash landing at the bottom of the stairs. The throbbing in his head had faded considerably. He stood slowly, pleased to find that he wasn't attacked by that drop in his stomach that meant he had gone too far. He dressed and made his way into the kitchen to find that Daja and Lark were just putting out breakfast. He helped them set out dishes. Breakfast was silent. The only sounds were Little Bear's whines. Their pet dog wanted Briar to share his breakfast. 'Poor Little Bear,' Briar thought, 'He must be as lonely as I am.'
Thinking about Sandry made Briar feel sort of empty inside, as if someone had just hollowed out his skin. She had been taken. He hadn't even apologized for breaking his promise. Getting up abruptly, he strode out of the room.
During the day, Briar paced about restlessly. If he wasn't doing chores, he was wandering aimlessly about the house. He often wandered up the stairs and stared listlessly into Sandry's empty bedroom. He would then force himself downstairs, always listening for the clack of her loom. Knowing that it was hopeless, Briar went up to the roof. He found no peace there. All he could think about was that warm afternoon when he and Sandry had fallen asleep in the sun. Getting up and going back downstairs he shut himself in his room. Again he was reminded of Sandry. Nothing worked. Everything he tried, everywhere he went just made it worse. Finally he mumbled to Lark that he was going for a walk. After she had given him the token saying he had permission to be wandering around, he headed for the Hub. Dedicate Gorse always had something for him. Maybe food would settle him.
He left the Hub with a warm, sweet roll. Sitting under a tree he devoured it, then wandered slowly back to Discipline. It was useless. Nothing was helping. The only way to get rid of this was to find Sandry, but how? He returned the token to Lark and shut himself in his room. Falling onto the bed, he stared at the ceiling. A sharp knock at his door surprised him out of his listless state. "Briar! Briar, come out of there," Niko ordered. Briar followed Niko into the main room. Daja was already waiting. Niko sat him down. "Now, you both know that Tris and Sandry were taken. We have secured the location of Snakethread's domain. Now that we have that information, we may be able to rescue the girls without them being hurt. Since you two are so close with them, you may come along if you wish."
Briar's heart beat frantically. They were going to help Sandry! And Tris too, of course. He immediately rushed to his room and began to pack, muttering to himself. In the main room, he heard Niko telling Daja that they were leaving the next morning. Finally Briar wore himself out, just barely making it to the bed before falling into the first real sleep he'd had in days.
A/N: wow.a lot of my chapters end in Briar falling asleep (or blacking out). Lol. I just noticed that. This is like my longest chapter yet I think. Anyway, that's all for now. I have to study. This is "the week of many quizzes" at school. Sux eh? Bloody right it does! Biebie
PS: u might be wondering what the title of the chappie (Escape) has to do with Briar. Well, it's quite simple. He is trying to escape the emptiness/unhappiness/guilt that he is feeling. Ok, now I REALLY have to go. Biebie again
To Sam: briar fell down the stairs. That's how he hit his head.
To Panda (She Co-Writes Enemaldae, only one chappie so far; at least last time I checked which was this afternoon, but its good): Sa is my real nickname. Lol, and I don't mind ur questions, they give me something to smile about, and God knows I need things to smile about right now.
Anyway . . .Helga and I are plotting deviously inside my head. If by now you cannot guess what T.T.S. means, then you don't know me very well, now do you? And Shawna.she's stocking up on fire extinguishers. DON'T GIVE HER ANY! IT WILL RUIN OUR PLANS!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO FIRE EXTINGUISHERS FOR SHAWNA!
Helga: yeh.fire extinguishers baaaad.blowtorch.gooooood!
Sa: I LOVE the way your mind works!
Helga: of course you do, I'm YOUR mind!
Sa: devious little weirdo aren't I?
Shawna: now, now, there's *some* good in everyone.
Sa and Helga together: not us! -Laugh evilly-
Disclaimer from da fluff place: Sa doesn't own anything that Tammy owns. Sa owns the evil peoples and the plot. Other den dat, Sa owns nuttin . . .cept for her NEW AOTC VIDEO! YAAAAY! I love Hayden so much. I was like awwww . . .you're crying . . .NOOO! I can't hug you! You're in the TV! Here . . .let me cry with you . . .
Yeh.pathetic I am, but Hayden I love. With the story I shall continue.
*^*Chapter Eleven: Escape*^*
"Got it," Sandry whispered as she reached out her hand. The keys to their chains, tied together with a woolen cord, floated silently into her fingers. She unlocked Tris, then herself. Carefully taking only the key used for their chains and putting it in her pocket, she stood and stretched. Tris took out the map and unfolded it.
"We are here, in the dungeons. One floor up and we can go through the kitchens. I've been doing some listening. Slaves run the kitchens. They won't stop us from leaving. If it's night like I think it is then they will all be away until morning. That gives us a clear shot at escape. The kitchens are right above us and there is a staircase here just a little way from the main ovens. Now, I'll pull up a fog thicker than porridge. I'll make it so that it doesn't leave a thinner area below. We don't want to be seen. We both know the route, but lets take that cord and tie ourselves together so that we aren't separated." Both girls tied an end of the rope around her waist, making sure that even when the rope was stretched to its limit one could easily reach out and touch the other. Tris took a deep breath and slowly gathered a fog. She carefully made sure that it was not too fast, but still quick enough that they could avoid the routine prisoner checks. Every two hours, Mian was sent to be sure that all was in order and every prisoner was accounted for. They left with a little over an hour and to escape the castle and be far enough away that they wouldn't be tracked down.
Slowly, carefully, they snuck up the stairs and to the left. Reaching the first of the three sets of doors between them and their freedom, Sandry sent up a silent prayer to the Goddess that the doors wouldn't squeak. She reached out, sure that they were right ahead. Carefully both girls pushed one door open. Sneaking through and feeling with their hands to make sure they didn't collide with anything or make any sound, Finally, they reached the second door. Again Sandry prayed it would be noiseless, and again her prayer was answered. ~The next door leads us out of this place.~ Tris reminded Sandry. ~Then we should have a bit less than an hour to escape. Maybe more. Mian slacks off on his duties often. He will probably sleep until sunrise. That's still hours away.~ They pressed on.
Finally, the girls felt the wood of the third door against their palms. They opened it and smelled the fresh air happily. After a moment, they remembered that they were escaping. They hurried to the cover of the woods. "Tris?" Sandry whispered.
"Yea?" came the hushed reply.
"Which way is home?"
"I don't know. We might not even be in range."
"If one of us lends the other some magic, maybe we could reach farther."
"But who do we look for?"
"Briar." Came Sandry's immediate answer.
"Why Briar?"
"Because . . .I know him best."
"Fine, I'll lend you some of my magic. You look for Briar." Tris said reluctantly. "Once we find out which direction he's in, we can go back to Discipline."
The two girls joined hands and Sandry reached with her magic, tying it to the storm that was Tris's magic. Carefully she spread her magic, searching for the familiar earthy warmth. It didn't take her long to find him. For a moment, she wished that she hadn't gotten upset with him. After all, Briar was just being . . .well . . .Briar. Finally she drew her magic back and untied it from Tris. They were in luck. The Winding Circle was ahead of them. To make a straight path back home, they would be able to travel directly into the woods. "It's that way." Sandry said before plunging into the woods. She couldn't wait to see Briar again.
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Briar sat up in bed. It had been nearly a week since his crash landing at the bottom of the stairs. The throbbing in his head had faded considerably. He stood slowly, pleased to find that he wasn't attacked by that drop in his stomach that meant he had gone too far. He dressed and made his way into the kitchen to find that Daja and Lark were just putting out breakfast. He helped them set out dishes. Breakfast was silent. The only sounds were Little Bear's whines. Their pet dog wanted Briar to share his breakfast. 'Poor Little Bear,' Briar thought, 'He must be as lonely as I am.'
Thinking about Sandry made Briar feel sort of empty inside, as if someone had just hollowed out his skin. She had been taken. He hadn't even apologized for breaking his promise. Getting up abruptly, he strode out of the room.
During the day, Briar paced about restlessly. If he wasn't doing chores, he was wandering aimlessly about the house. He often wandered up the stairs and stared listlessly into Sandry's empty bedroom. He would then force himself downstairs, always listening for the clack of her loom. Knowing that it was hopeless, Briar went up to the roof. He found no peace there. All he could think about was that warm afternoon when he and Sandry had fallen asleep in the sun. Getting up and going back downstairs he shut himself in his room. Again he was reminded of Sandry. Nothing worked. Everything he tried, everywhere he went just made it worse. Finally he mumbled to Lark that he was going for a walk. After she had given him the token saying he had permission to be wandering around, he headed for the Hub. Dedicate Gorse always had something for him. Maybe food would settle him.
He left the Hub with a warm, sweet roll. Sitting under a tree he devoured it, then wandered slowly back to Discipline. It was useless. Nothing was helping. The only way to get rid of this was to find Sandry, but how? He returned the token to Lark and shut himself in his room. Falling onto the bed, he stared at the ceiling. A sharp knock at his door surprised him out of his listless state. "Briar! Briar, come out of there," Niko ordered. Briar followed Niko into the main room. Daja was already waiting. Niko sat him down. "Now, you both know that Tris and Sandry were taken. We have secured the location of Snakethread's domain. Now that we have that information, we may be able to rescue the girls without them being hurt. Since you two are so close with them, you may come along if you wish."
Briar's heart beat frantically. They were going to help Sandry! And Tris too, of course. He immediately rushed to his room and began to pack, muttering to himself. In the main room, he heard Niko telling Daja that they were leaving the next morning. Finally Briar wore himself out, just barely making it to the bed before falling into the first real sleep he'd had in days.
A/N: wow.a lot of my chapters end in Briar falling asleep (or blacking out). Lol. I just noticed that. This is like my longest chapter yet I think. Anyway, that's all for now. I have to study. This is "the week of many quizzes" at school. Sux eh? Bloody right it does! Biebie
PS: u might be wondering what the title of the chappie (Escape) has to do with Briar. Well, it's quite simple. He is trying to escape the emptiness/unhappiness/guilt that he is feeling. Ok, now I REALLY have to go. Biebie again