Author's note:
Ok, first of all, I don't own sweep. Far from it. If I did, I could die a happy woman, but I don't so I'm going to have to work a little harder. This is, once again, just a fan-fic.
What I wanted to tell you guys though, is that you should look carefully into the names in this chapter. ::snickers:: They have ::makes the hand gesture:: "ulterior meanings" and were picked specifically for each character. If you go to then you can find the meanings. You don't have too; it's just a funky little thing I thought to do because there are a lot of vague new characters.
::smiles:: Ok, I'll shut up and let you read.
I am getting so aggravated. I can't find him. Scrying hasn't worked in days. Even my normal connections on the streets are disappearing or leading me back to things I already know. THINGS I ALREADY KNOW!
I don't know how my plan is going to proceed if all of my sources keep leading me backwards! DAMN! How am I ever going to find him? He's a sly one, but I will find him. I will lead him to his destiny. I will not play fate's fool.
Eamonn
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After an exhausting flight, Sam stepped out of the connector into the airport terminal. Dropping her carry-on duffel bag to the floor, she pushed up her sleeve to check the time. "Hmm. 11:30, not late for once. That's a miracle." Looking around and picking up her bag, Sam decided to take a look around, two and a half ours is a bit long to be sitting, her but was sore.
But just as she was about to go scan the titles of the magazine rack and make the cashier crazy with price-checks, she saw a familiar blond head coming through the crowd.
" HUNTER!" Dropping her bag, she ran to him and jumped up, catching him around the neck. Giving her a hug, and a little twirl, he set her back on her feet.
"Wow! Look at how big you've gotten! When I last saw you, you were a scrawny little thing!" He said with a smile on his face, obviously knowing how much he sounded like an old relative and not a nineteen-year- old friend.
Grinning, she said, "so what am I now? A scrawny big thing?"
Giving her an "oh, that was so corny" smile and picking up her bag, he told her that the drive was going to be a little long, so they should probably pick up her bags quickly. So off they went to claim her luggage and drive to her new home, at least temporarily, Widow's Valley.
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"Oh my god that's hilarious Hunter! I'm going to have to write my mom and tell her that story!"
Laughing, catching up, and enjoying the ride, neither person in the car saw the misty shadow looming a half-mile down the shady, wooded road.
All of a sudden, it was upon them. Appearing out of thin air right in front of the car as Hunter swerved to avoid it while barely managing to stay on the road. As soon as the car stopped skidding, the figure was beside his window.
In a voice that sounded like it was calling through a storm, it said, " Hunter…I am Danann…you must find him…. Danger… is coming…. Coming…. Coming…" The last two words being choked out, the figure disappeared into the shadows under the trees. A human would have still been plainly visible, but the figure was no where to be seen.
Hunter let his breath out through his nose, and raked his right hand through his hair. Turning to Sam, he asked her if she was ok.
" Y…ya…yah, I'm fine. Freaked, but fine. Mind telling me what that was? I mean, besides being 'Danann'" she said, making the last word she had spoken sound like a childish nick-name.
With a sigh, Hunter replied, " I don't know. But I'm defiantly going to have to tell the council about this."
Authors Note:
Hehehe, a little Hunter moment for everyone from the banishing board. (::Pouts:: not a bunny seed moment though)
Ok, first of all, I don't own sweep. Far from it. If I did, I could die a happy woman, but I don't so I'm going to have to work a little harder. This is, once again, just a fan-fic.
What I wanted to tell you guys though, is that you should look carefully into the names in this chapter. ::snickers:: They have ::makes the hand gesture:: "ulterior meanings" and were picked specifically for each character. If you go to then you can find the meanings. You don't have too; it's just a funky little thing I thought to do because there are a lot of vague new characters.
::smiles:: Ok, I'll shut up and let you read.
I am getting so aggravated. I can't find him. Scrying hasn't worked in days. Even my normal connections on the streets are disappearing or leading me back to things I already know. THINGS I ALREADY KNOW!
I don't know how my plan is going to proceed if all of my sources keep leading me backwards! DAMN! How am I ever going to find him? He's a sly one, but I will find him. I will lead him to his destiny. I will not play fate's fool.
Eamonn
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After an exhausting flight, Sam stepped out of the connector into the airport terminal. Dropping her carry-on duffel bag to the floor, she pushed up her sleeve to check the time. "Hmm. 11:30, not late for once. That's a miracle." Looking around and picking up her bag, Sam decided to take a look around, two and a half ours is a bit long to be sitting, her but was sore.
But just as she was about to go scan the titles of the magazine rack and make the cashier crazy with price-checks, she saw a familiar blond head coming through the crowd.
" HUNTER!" Dropping her bag, she ran to him and jumped up, catching him around the neck. Giving her a hug, and a little twirl, he set her back on her feet.
"Wow! Look at how big you've gotten! When I last saw you, you were a scrawny little thing!" He said with a smile on his face, obviously knowing how much he sounded like an old relative and not a nineteen-year- old friend.
Grinning, she said, "so what am I now? A scrawny big thing?"
Giving her an "oh, that was so corny" smile and picking up her bag, he told her that the drive was going to be a little long, so they should probably pick up her bags quickly. So off they went to claim her luggage and drive to her new home, at least temporarily, Widow's Valley.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"Oh my god that's hilarious Hunter! I'm going to have to write my mom and tell her that story!"
Laughing, catching up, and enjoying the ride, neither person in the car saw the misty shadow looming a half-mile down the shady, wooded road.
All of a sudden, it was upon them. Appearing out of thin air right in front of the car as Hunter swerved to avoid it while barely managing to stay on the road. As soon as the car stopped skidding, the figure was beside his window.
In a voice that sounded like it was calling through a storm, it said, " Hunter…I am Danann…you must find him…. Danger… is coming…. Coming…. Coming…" The last two words being choked out, the figure disappeared into the shadows under the trees. A human would have still been plainly visible, but the figure was no where to be seen.
Hunter let his breath out through his nose, and raked his right hand through his hair. Turning to Sam, he asked her if she was ok.
" Y…ya…yah, I'm fine. Freaked, but fine. Mind telling me what that was? I mean, besides being 'Danann'" she said, making the last word she had spoken sound like a childish nick-name.
With a sigh, Hunter replied, " I don't know. But I'm defiantly going to have to tell the council about this."
Authors Note:
Hehehe, a little Hunter moment for everyone from the banishing board. (::Pouts:: not a bunny seed moment though)