Thanx: Eve Eastborne: George? Shouldn't fire be named something more edgy?
A/N: Hey! I'm back! Hope you liked my last chapter, cuz it's time to suffer through another one. I'd also like to say-on a totally and completely unrelated subject-that skater-boys RULE!
Joe: Steve doesn't like you.
Me (spelling it all out is too involved): Shut-up or I'll lock you in the closet again.
Dear Journal,
I shall now continue to chronicle my progress in the destruction of "The Chosen". I have tested two of them-there is no need to test any more, as they all have the same amount of power-and they have passed with flying colors. Damn. Well, at least I am prepared now. I cannot overpower them by magic alone even if I combine it with the magic of others, for their magic is strange. Another thing that my predecessor failed to realize. I seem to be surpassing him on all accounts. I now know what I need to do to win, and I won't fail.
"You guys won't believe what happened to me today" Daja and Briar chorused. They looked at each other and smiled. "You go first." Daja said. They were sitting around the table at Discipline, eating their midday.
"I was walking through the woods," Briar started, "I've done it a million times before, and it's always been the same. But this time, some of the plants started calling me by name. I found them and they wanted to show me something. It was an emerald-and a beautiful one at that-but when I went to pick it up, the plant stopped me. To make a long story short, it basically bound me so I couldn't move while a vine wrapped itself around my neck to strangle me."
"Hey!" Daja said, "That's what happened to me too, except with fire. It jumped out of the forge and tried to burn me. It actually got hotter every time I tried to make it go back." Everyone stared at them in a shocked silence.
"What do you think it was?" Adam asked them.
"I don't know," Daja answered, "but I know it wasn't normal. It was almost like when I made that living-metal-tree, but my power hasn't got away from me like that in years. Besides," she added as an afterthought, "it didn't feel like my power." She looked at Briar for conformation. He shook his head in agreement. There was another long silence. Then Dan sighed.
"And I thought we'd have a break from all this stuff." Rosethorn looked at him and gave a rueful laugh.
"Not if you insist on hanging around with these jabobers." (A/N: jabober is a word my old history teacher used to talk about our class "trouble-makers". I couldn't think of a fitting insult, so I used that.) She said, jerking a thumb at Briar and Daja to indicate that she meant the Circle kids.
"May I be excused?" Elizabeth asked, "Suddenly, I'm not very hungry." She got up and disposed of her leftover food. Dan started to follow suit, but Lark stopped him.
"Leave her alone, honey. I think she needs to deal with this by herself."
Elizabeth went into her room and sat down on her bed. She sighed and looked wistfully out her window. She wished she was Tris so she could ride the winds and get away. Or maybe Adam, then she could turn into a bird, or a squirrel, or some other animal. All she wanted right now was to run away. Run away and never look back. She pictured herself running down the path, faster and faster, until finally she left the ground and was soaring among the clouds, getting farther and farther away from Winding Circle and everything in it. Elizabeth shook her head. No, she could never do that. No matter what happened here, she loved her friends too much to ever leave them. Elizabeth felt something inside her change with that realization. Something in her hardened, and she was resolute. She knew now that she would defend them to the death. She was ready for whatever was coming her way, she'd meet it head on and destroy it. Well, at least I'll try.
A/N: Okay, here we go. I think this is going to be a really short fic. I can't seem to find any minor plot conflicts to throw in. That means I'm just gunnah have to wrap it up. If you have any ideas to save me from such a fate, throw them at me, hurl them at me, shoot them at me with machine guns for all I care! If not, I have to end it sooner than I'd like to. *Joe begins to celebrate before I shove him in the closet and lock the door. You can hear indistinguishable shouts and grumbles from inside the door*