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REVIEW please! *smiles* Now on the with the story, and please review! I'll love you forver if you do! And no, I'm not dead yet, seeing as to I haven't updated in quite a long time, but I have a life dealio with it as no one is reading this story. Nyaa.
"IFRIT! ODIN!"
"What?" replied the soldier and the ifrit.
"Slow... Down..." I gasped for air and desperately wished for a walking stick. Did they not notice I was a good thirty feet behind them?
"Oh, okay!" the ifrit said cheerily as he stopped walking.
I snarled at him. We left my Ice Cavern just a few hours ago on our trip to the Fire Shrine and to my old home, Ifrit wanted to see the volcano for himself. It was not a pleasant trip, for me at least Odin was walking slowly on his 6 legged horse, Ifrit was almost skipping, and I was trudging behind, struggling to breath.
I'm sorry I'm only a girl. Physically, I'm still ten at that!
"Hurry up Shiva!" Odin called pleasantly, to which he earned an icy glare and a low growl from deep within my throat.
"Wanna rest Shiv?" Ifrit asked me, looking up as I had ended up riding on Odin's horse and Odin was leading it. I nodded eagerly and hopped off the horse, plopping on the ground.
After the horse was tied to a nearby tree which was pretty much, well, dead. Ifrit sat down with me, I looked pointedly at him and said,"You. Fire. Now."
He raised an eyebrow and set a small section of the ground on fire. Then I looked at Odin and said,"You. Food. Now." And the brave warrior obediently made some soup from our rations under my stare.
I ate a little, Ifrit beat me to most of it. I pulled out a blanket and slept soundly under the stars, silently laughing at Odin's attempts to set up a tent. I passed out before he succeeded.
Ifrit woke me at dawn, I used my magic taught by Ifrit to splash water so cold it was almost frozen on Odin's face to wake him. He was a deep sleeper. Ifrit's shakes couldn't rouse him.
We skipped breakfast, we had plenty of energy from last night's meal and could wait until lunch. The no shadow time, as fleeting as it was, signaled the middle of the day and the following meal.
Odin let me ride his horse again, and it was a slow journey onward towards Esto Gaza and the Fire Shrine. Riding a horse is a lot of work you know, very taxing on your legs and rear.
We had arrived at Esto Gaza. It was a long trip, some on boat because we had to cross the vast ocean. I wore a heavy cloak, paranoid that my mother's spoken pursuers were still alive and searching. And to cover my glowing blue skin. I didn't like having people oogle at me. Odin bought more supplies, Ifrit oogled at everything he saw, and I whacked him quite a few times before he figured out not to stare. "It isn't polite, twit," were my exact words.
Then there was some girl, she was very beautiful, I must admit, in a warm kind of way, but, her beauty was not surpassed by her intelligence. She was carrying on a conversation with her friend, I didn't hear most of it but I did catch: "Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that, but not with all those flies and death and stuff." (A/N: Mariah Carey said that once. I swear!)
I went browsing, dragging Ifrit with me, at the shops. I found a hair dryer that had a warning label of "WARNING: Do not use while sleeping." Darn, that's the only time I have to work on my hair.
Later, after we departed Esto Gaza, Ifrit constantly questioned me of the Fire Shrine.
"Is it big?"
"..."
"Is it pretty?"
"..."
"What's it like?"
"..."
"Aw! C'mon Shiv!"
"My name is Shiva."
"You're avoiding the question!"
"..."
"Are we there yet?"
"..."
As you may imagine, the question "Are we there yet?" was repeated many times, and so was my silence as I lead the way.
"Ifrit, why do you want to go to the Fire Shrine?"
"Because it's called the Fire Shrine, why else?"
I was a little shocked for a second, thought this over, then exploded,"You mean we traveled half way around the world because YOU THOUGHT THE NAME WAS COOL?"
Ifrit looked a little sheepish and nodded as I groaned.
"Oh, I think there was another reason!" He said after some thought. He only thought there was another reason?
"Yeah, the village elder made all the younger ifrits that when he died, one of us would put his ashes into the lava of the Fire Shrine. Since I am the only one left, well, I wanted to keep our promise."
"That's sweet Iffy."
"Thanks."
"NOT!" I yelled and I whacked him with the frying pan I now carried everywhere and grinned happily.
I got a glare, but that doesn't matter. He's too cheerful to be good at it.
"We're here."
"Oohh! It's so cool! Last one to the top is a rotten egg!"
Guess who said that. So I had the horse trot it's way up the hill, Odin and Ifrit racing. Men and their stupid instinctive competitiveness. I rolled my eyes.
When we reached the top, Ifrit looked down, happy with the intense heat, and I used spelled magic ice to keep me cold.
I watched with interest as Ifrit pulled out an urn, and emptied it's contents into the volcano, then scrambled around the rim looking for a way in.
"What was that for Ifrit?" Odin asked, and they had a conversation about dead relatives, ashes, and returning to dust nonsense.
"Have fun Ifrit. I'm going to head to my old house and my mother's grave..." I said as I turned and left.
"Okay!" They yelled after me.
REVIEW please! *smiles* Now on the with the story, and please review! I'll love you forver if you do! And no, I'm not dead yet, seeing as to I haven't updated in quite a long time, but I have a life dealio with it as no one is reading this story. Nyaa.
"IFRIT! ODIN!"
"What?" replied the soldier and the ifrit.
"Slow... Down..." I gasped for air and desperately wished for a walking stick. Did they not notice I was a good thirty feet behind them?
"Oh, okay!" the ifrit said cheerily as he stopped walking.
I snarled at him. We left my Ice Cavern just a few hours ago on our trip to the Fire Shrine and to my old home, Ifrit wanted to see the volcano for himself. It was not a pleasant trip, for me at least Odin was walking slowly on his 6 legged horse, Ifrit was almost skipping, and I was trudging behind, struggling to breath.
I'm sorry I'm only a girl. Physically, I'm still ten at that!
"Hurry up Shiva!" Odin called pleasantly, to which he earned an icy glare and a low growl from deep within my throat.
"Wanna rest Shiv?" Ifrit asked me, looking up as I had ended up riding on Odin's horse and Odin was leading it. I nodded eagerly and hopped off the horse, plopping on the ground.
After the horse was tied to a nearby tree which was pretty much, well, dead. Ifrit sat down with me, I looked pointedly at him and said,"You. Fire. Now."
He raised an eyebrow and set a small section of the ground on fire. Then I looked at Odin and said,"You. Food. Now." And the brave warrior obediently made some soup from our rations under my stare.
I ate a little, Ifrit beat me to most of it. I pulled out a blanket and slept soundly under the stars, silently laughing at Odin's attempts to set up a tent. I passed out before he succeeded.
Ifrit woke me at dawn, I used my magic taught by Ifrit to splash water so cold it was almost frozen on Odin's face to wake him. He was a deep sleeper. Ifrit's shakes couldn't rouse him.
We skipped breakfast, we had plenty of energy from last night's meal and could wait until lunch. The no shadow time, as fleeting as it was, signaled the middle of the day and the following meal.
Odin let me ride his horse again, and it was a slow journey onward towards Esto Gaza and the Fire Shrine. Riding a horse is a lot of work you know, very taxing on your legs and rear.
We had arrived at Esto Gaza. It was a long trip, some on boat because we had to cross the vast ocean. I wore a heavy cloak, paranoid that my mother's spoken pursuers were still alive and searching. And to cover my glowing blue skin. I didn't like having people oogle at me. Odin bought more supplies, Ifrit oogled at everything he saw, and I whacked him quite a few times before he figured out not to stare. "It isn't polite, twit," were my exact words.
Then there was some girl, she was very beautiful, I must admit, in a warm kind of way, but, her beauty was not surpassed by her intelligence. She was carrying on a conversation with her friend, I didn't hear most of it but I did catch: "Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that, but not with all those flies and death and stuff." (A/N: Mariah Carey said that once. I swear!)
I went browsing, dragging Ifrit with me, at the shops. I found a hair dryer that had a warning label of "WARNING: Do not use while sleeping." Darn, that's the only time I have to work on my hair.
Later, after we departed Esto Gaza, Ifrit constantly questioned me of the Fire Shrine.
"Is it big?"
"..."
"Is it pretty?"
"..."
"What's it like?"
"..."
"Aw! C'mon Shiv!"
"My name is Shiva."
"You're avoiding the question!"
"..."
"Are we there yet?"
"..."
As you may imagine, the question "Are we there yet?" was repeated many times, and so was my silence as I lead the way.
"Ifrit, why do you want to go to the Fire Shrine?"
"Because it's called the Fire Shrine, why else?"
I was a little shocked for a second, thought this over, then exploded,"You mean we traveled half way around the world because YOU THOUGHT THE NAME WAS COOL?"
Ifrit looked a little sheepish and nodded as I groaned.
"Oh, I think there was another reason!" He said after some thought. He only thought there was another reason?
"Yeah, the village elder made all the younger ifrits that when he died, one of us would put his ashes into the lava of the Fire Shrine. Since I am the only one left, well, I wanted to keep our promise."
"That's sweet Iffy."
"Thanks."
"NOT!" I yelled and I whacked him with the frying pan I now carried everywhere and grinned happily.
I got a glare, but that doesn't matter. He's too cheerful to be good at it.
"We're here."
"Oohh! It's so cool! Last one to the top is a rotten egg!"
Guess who said that. So I had the horse trot it's way up the hill, Odin and Ifrit racing. Men and their stupid instinctive competitiveness. I rolled my eyes.
When we reached the top, Ifrit looked down, happy with the intense heat, and I used spelled magic ice to keep me cold.
I watched with interest as Ifrit pulled out an urn, and emptied it's contents into the volcano, then scrambled around the rim looking for a way in.
"What was that for Ifrit?" Odin asked, and they had a conversation about dead relatives, ashes, and returning to dust nonsense.
"Have fun Ifrit. I'm going to head to my old house and my mother's grave..." I said as I turned and left.
"Okay!" They yelled after me.