Disclaimer: I don't own Ilusen or Ilusen's glade, that's neopet's, but I do
own the idea about Ilusen being a goddess.
Zhanna rode Sunshine out of the glade, and was amazed by the complete dreariness of Scanra. There was little green anywhere. She sighed, wondering where she should go. 'I need to find some one to teach me to fight, and how to use my gift.'
'Not likely to find some one like that in this rundown country.' A voice in her mind said
"What?!" she said out loud, "You are you?"
'Sunshine, the horse your sitting on.'
"Horse!" she yelled, "Horses can't-"
'No, humans can't hear us, except people with wild magic.'
"But-" she protested, "I have wild magic! Ilusen said she gave me the gift, not wild magic!"
'She did, you already had wild magic.'
"Any more suprises?" moaned Zhanna
"Yup!" said a voice
"Who are you?" whined Zhanna
"I am Sandy." He replied grasiously
The boy who the voice belonged to then stepped out of the bushes. He had hair that might have once been blond, but was now more of a mud color. His breeches and shirt that might have been white once were torn and he wore no shoes. He looked like he a jumped into a puddle of mud. The only thing that was not drade or dirty in his apperence were his sparkling green eyes, full of mischeif.
"You look more like Muddy." Remarked Zhanna
"My delicate feelings have been hurt, oh the pain!" he fake moaned
"When was the last time you took a bath?" she asked, "Because you may look like mud, but you smell like dung."
"The pain!" he cried
Zhanna just rolled her eyes. Then there was a noise, just a branch cracking. Somehow, Zhanna knew it wasn't an animal. Sandy, shut up then, and started glowing green.
"Sh" he said, "I think it's bandits."
At his words, ten heavily armed men charged out of the bush.
"Uh oh." Said Zhanna
Zhanna rode Sunshine out of the glade, and was amazed by the complete dreariness of Scanra. There was little green anywhere. She sighed, wondering where she should go. 'I need to find some one to teach me to fight, and how to use my gift.'
'Not likely to find some one like that in this rundown country.' A voice in her mind said
"What?!" she said out loud, "You are you?"
'Sunshine, the horse your sitting on.'
"Horse!" she yelled, "Horses can't-"
'No, humans can't hear us, except people with wild magic.'
"But-" she protested, "I have wild magic! Ilusen said she gave me the gift, not wild magic!"
'She did, you already had wild magic.'
"Any more suprises?" moaned Zhanna
"Yup!" said a voice
"Who are you?" whined Zhanna
"I am Sandy." He replied grasiously
The boy who the voice belonged to then stepped out of the bushes. He had hair that might have once been blond, but was now more of a mud color. His breeches and shirt that might have been white once were torn and he wore no shoes. He looked like he a jumped into a puddle of mud. The only thing that was not drade or dirty in his apperence were his sparkling green eyes, full of mischeif.
"You look more like Muddy." Remarked Zhanna
"My delicate feelings have been hurt, oh the pain!" he fake moaned
"When was the last time you took a bath?" she asked, "Because you may look like mud, but you smell like dung."
"The pain!" he cried
Zhanna just rolled her eyes. Then there was a noise, just a branch cracking. Somehow, Zhanna knew it wasn't an animal. Sandy, shut up then, and started glowing green.
"Sh" he said, "I think it's bandits."
At his words, ten heavily armed men charged out of the bush.
"Uh oh." Said Zhanna