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Author's note: First of, this story takes place after Mint's story. It means that Claire ain't alive yet, okay?! I'm not fond of Claire being partnered with Rue, either, so she'll only be a 'sister' to him here. If you don't like this then I suggest you do not read this. I am sensitive when it comes to my works so I may just have heart failure if you guys flamed this because you read it and you didn't like the terms.
Everything clear? Okay. Hope you like it. On to the story!
1.1.1 A Relic Made by Love
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2 Prologue
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Mint stumbled around a forest, feeling ill. Where was she? Why oh why did she have to wander away from Maya's hunting party? She had been warned that this certain forest was dangerous and no one ever wandered too deep in it but, no, she had to go and check it out for herself, hadn't she? Now she was lost in goodness-knows-where.
It's not like it's my fault… Mint thought. It's been ages since I've last been out of that stupid palace for some fun…
She remembered how she was kept in the palace as soon as she stepped in. Her father didn't want her out of his sight for one thing, so was she glad when Maya was going with the hunting party! She nearly went through the roof! And now here she was, apparently get more than she bargained for.
Grumbling to herself, she kept moving. Everything around her was draped in shadow. It was strange, for the sun was so bright where she came from. It was like night had fallen in just thirty minutes past high noon! And it was still getting darker and darker.
"Urgh…" she said to no one in particular as she stepped on something slimy and sticky in the dark. "Gross! Dang. I can hardly see a thing! I'd better get back quick." She pulled up her foot, but found it heavy, like lead.
"Ungh! Agh!" she gasped. "My—foot's—stuck!"
Then she realized something more. Her other foot was stuck too! "Oh no!" she cried. "It's quicksand or something! I gotta get out of here!" She kept trying to pull, but the more she pulled, the more she sank in. She began to panic. "What am I gonna do?! I have to get out of here! Come on, Mint, think!"
There was a moment of tense silence. Then a thought struck her head. "Oh! Idiot!" she berated herself. She took out her Red Magic: fire. "How can I know what I ought to do if I can't see it?"
She let out a jet of fire that illuminated the clearing. She looked down and gasped. She wasn't stepping in quicksand at all! It was inky black and thick, like tar, but it had a silvery gleam. And then she saw something even more amazing.
The jet of Red Magic was being sucked straight into the black liquid! It was impossible, but yes, the magic was being sucked into the liquid. Mint dropped her hoops in fear that all of her magic be taken. Then she saw it happen. The tar illuminated with a silver glow flecked with green, and Mint saw it light everything all around her.
This is definitely magic… Mint thought. And I'm a magician! Okay, Mint, just relax…everything's cool…I guess I'll just have to put up with this…
The tar felt quite cold, and as Mint's panicked state relaxed, she sank in faster and faster. And soon, her head sank in, and the next thing she knew she had slipped in through the tar and into somewhere and…
Thud.
"Oooww…" Mint moaned, shaking her head. "Where am I?" She looked around her in surprise. She found herself in some sort of cavern.
"What the heck—" she muttered to herself. She looked all around her. It seemed to be a hallway dug right out of the stone, not unlike the underground ruins that she had once been in at Carona. Except that this hallway's walls were covered with writing. It wasn't writing that she could understand, but she knew that this writing was of ancient texts. The symbols were strange and runic, and Mint felt a chill run up her spine. This was definitely too weird for words.
She looked around her, touching the symbols etched into the walls carefully. She reached a dead end not too far. The symbols here were different now, accompanied by shapes like circles, crossed hexagons and pentagrams. Then she stopped in her tracks as she saw something that sent an excited chill through her body.
She hadn't paid very much attention in ancient literature in her education, but there was something in the writings that she did understand. It was only one word, but it told her enough.
[RELIC].
And it was written right across her.
AN: Please review!!! I really need some motivation…
Author's note: First of, this story takes place after Mint's story. It means that Claire ain't alive yet, okay?! I'm not fond of Claire being partnered with Rue, either, so she'll only be a 'sister' to him here. If you don't like this then I suggest you do not read this. I am sensitive when it comes to my works so I may just have heart failure if you guys flamed this because you read it and you didn't like the terms.
Everything clear? Okay. Hope you like it. On to the story!
1.1.1 A Relic Made by Love
~~|~~*~~|~~
2 Prologue
~~|~~*~~|~~
Mint stumbled around a forest, feeling ill. Where was she? Why oh why did she have to wander away from Maya's hunting party? She had been warned that this certain forest was dangerous and no one ever wandered too deep in it but, no, she had to go and check it out for herself, hadn't she? Now she was lost in goodness-knows-where.
It's not like it's my fault… Mint thought. It's been ages since I've last been out of that stupid palace for some fun…
She remembered how she was kept in the palace as soon as she stepped in. Her father didn't want her out of his sight for one thing, so was she glad when Maya was going with the hunting party! She nearly went through the roof! And now here she was, apparently get more than she bargained for.
Grumbling to herself, she kept moving. Everything around her was draped in shadow. It was strange, for the sun was so bright where she came from. It was like night had fallen in just thirty minutes past high noon! And it was still getting darker and darker.
"Urgh…" she said to no one in particular as she stepped on something slimy and sticky in the dark. "Gross! Dang. I can hardly see a thing! I'd better get back quick." She pulled up her foot, but found it heavy, like lead.
"Ungh! Agh!" she gasped. "My—foot's—stuck!"
Then she realized something more. Her other foot was stuck too! "Oh no!" she cried. "It's quicksand or something! I gotta get out of here!" She kept trying to pull, but the more she pulled, the more she sank in. She began to panic. "What am I gonna do?! I have to get out of here! Come on, Mint, think!"
There was a moment of tense silence. Then a thought struck her head. "Oh! Idiot!" she berated herself. She took out her Red Magic: fire. "How can I know what I ought to do if I can't see it?"
She let out a jet of fire that illuminated the clearing. She looked down and gasped. She wasn't stepping in quicksand at all! It was inky black and thick, like tar, but it had a silvery gleam. And then she saw something even more amazing.
The jet of Red Magic was being sucked straight into the black liquid! It was impossible, but yes, the magic was being sucked into the liquid. Mint dropped her hoops in fear that all of her magic be taken. Then she saw it happen. The tar illuminated with a silver glow flecked with green, and Mint saw it light everything all around her.
This is definitely magic… Mint thought. And I'm a magician! Okay, Mint, just relax…everything's cool…I guess I'll just have to put up with this…
The tar felt quite cold, and as Mint's panicked state relaxed, she sank in faster and faster. And soon, her head sank in, and the next thing she knew she had slipped in through the tar and into somewhere and…
Thud.
"Oooww…" Mint moaned, shaking her head. "Where am I?" She looked around her in surprise. She found herself in some sort of cavern.
"What the heck—" she muttered to herself. She looked all around her. It seemed to be a hallway dug right out of the stone, not unlike the underground ruins that she had once been in at Carona. Except that this hallway's walls were covered with writing. It wasn't writing that she could understand, but she knew that this writing was of ancient texts. The symbols were strange and runic, and Mint felt a chill run up her spine. This was definitely too weird for words.
She looked around her, touching the symbols etched into the walls carefully. She reached a dead end not too far. The symbols here were different now, accompanied by shapes like circles, crossed hexagons and pentagrams. Then she stopped in her tracks as she saw something that sent an excited chill through her body.
She hadn't paid very much attention in ancient literature in her education, but there was something in the writings that she did understand. It was only one word, but it told her enough.
[RELIC].
And it was written right across her.
AN: Please review!!! I really need some motivation…