Gwennavierre: Thank you Victoria and Liol for reveiwing! This story is very
FUN!!
Karaka: I thought of a plot right after Gwennavierre write the first paragraph. The summary took me thirty minutes, it did!
Gwennavierre: Kara was having a creative spark!!! Yeah!!
Karaka: Stop it! You'll scare off our readers! Now...LET DARKNESS PREVAIL!!!!
Gwennavierre: Let's GO!!!
Karaka: WAIT DIMWIT!!
Gwennavierre: O_O Yes?
Karaka: You forgot the disclaimer...
Gwennavierre: !_! OH! I do not own Threads of Fate. Now where's my candybar? ^_^
Karaka: You don't get it because you forgot.
Gwennavierre: ;_; !!!
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Mint zoomed down the halls, beaming with joy at the news she had just received. She slid on the already scuffed floor in her efforts to stop at her bed chambers. Behind her, she could hear her sister's shuffling feet and loud shouts.
"Please, Mint! I'm begging you! Don't go!! The palace needs you!" Mint ran into her room, but not before uttering:
"You just want to keep me here until I go insane!!! Admit it!! And then you want to go and get this [reilc] for your own grubby self!" and she locked the door behind her. As soon as her room was secured, Maya caught up and weakly started pounding on the door.
"Mint! You cannot go! If this [relic] is nearly as powerful as Valen's... You mussen't go! Mint! You could hurt yourself and other people in the process of getting it!" Maya collapsed on the door from exaustion.
"Yeah!! People like you!" she bellowed with glee. A huge grin was spread across her childish-looking face. She had grabbed her suitcase and had decided to pack little. She took her Duel Haloes, a spare pair of clothes, undergarments, a night gown, her empty canteen (she would fill it up later), and a smaller bag for food.
"Mint. I'm sorry it has to come to this." she snapped her fingers. "Gramps! ...My Dear Sister, we tried this the 'somewhat' easy way, but now we shall have to do this the hard way, I'm afraid." Mint wasn't listening. While Maya was blabbering, she had decided to take her small pack, the one she had used a few years ago, to carry her stuff.
The sound of a key jerked her away from the revisiting of her happy memories. She stood and stared at the turning handle. Her grandfather called for her. Panicking, she snached up her bag and swiftly and silently jumped out the window. At first, when she started plummeting to the ground, all she thought was: WHY THE HELL DID I DO THAT?!?!?!
Until she remembered, one of her new colors, Azure, had a spell called 'Feathers' that made a large pile of feathers magically appear. Mint thought that this spell was only good for tar-and-feathering Maya, but at the last second, right after Maya screamed 'Mint you get right back here' was when she chanted it.
A humongus pile of feathers 'POOFed' right under her happy figure. When she stood, as together as a frozen candybar (Gwennavierre: ;_; I am so hungry!), she used her 'Low Flame' spell to rid herself of the evidence. Why, do not ask me. I have no clue. Anyway, she went to the food cellar, using a spell of the new color 'Silver,' she used 'Camoflauge' to make herself nearly invisible to the naked eye.
While inside, she took sevel fried chicken legs, many different fruits, some bread, some celery, and a bit of jusk food. She detoured to the very fountain she was at before she got her letter, and filled her canteen. Mint then headed off to the docks, praising herself for learning the spells she did.
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Far Away, In a Castle 5 Miles from Carona
The young Lady Karaka strolled down one of the many corridors of her castle. She was born to a noble family, and was quite the rich one. 17 years old Karaka was a mean person. She liked to stay in her castle, all by herself. But she knew that she wouldn't remain here for long. She could sense it...
She was tall, and that complimented her favorite blue and green dress with the shoulders open to veiw. Her emerald eyes shone angrily and mached the green parts of her dress. The Lady's hair was the blackest color of soot, and escaped out of a ponytail that trailed to a bit lower than her shoulders.
Her pale face was twisted into a frown. She had never been really happy. It had always been like that. There was one thing that brought calmness to her restless self...a music box. It played and enchanting melody that lasted about four minutes. She has had it for as long as she could remember. Although she does not remember how it came into her posession.
As a child, she might have been cheery. Who knows, time can do evil things to people. But she knew that she had been abandoned. A tightwad widdow had adopted her, and died when the Lady became 14, leaving the castle to her. All the girl cared about was her riches, house, and music box. But, in the present, tonight in fact, her home would be in shambles.
"Lady Karaka! There are some very odd looking people outside saying they will set the castle on fire if we do not give them your riches! Please, you must do something." A servant bursted through the door of the dining hall, where the Lady was. Karaka huffed. How dare people demand such a thing from her! They could obviously be nothing more than a few peasants with a novice mage.
"Let me see these pitiful terrorists!" So the servant took her to the window. There were just a few peasants with a mage. But, little to Karaka's knowing, he was not a novice. "Slave girl! Tell them I will give them nothing! And they ought to leave, 'for I send my entire army to kill them!" So the Slave Girl shakily went out to the balcony.
"The Mistress says she'll give you nothing! Leave at once, before she puts and end to your pathetic lives!" she shouted.
"Oh no, for it is your pathetic, greedy lives that we shall end." whispered the mage. And with that, he released a huge fireball and when it made contact with the building, they both exploded. Luckily for the Lady, right before that, her mage had come and teleported her to safety.
When they reached ground, she mumbled,"You...you saved my life..." For a moment, her face was filled with wonder and she almost smiled. But then her normal expression took over. "Well? What do you want? I have nothing left." she screamed angrily. Maybe she should have just as well died. The wizard looked scornfully at her.
"I want not a material item, but your thanks and nothing more." But Karaka took the expression of a small, lost child. She had never thanked anyone before. So she just stared. "I see. Well, farewell, young Lady." And he dissappeared. She stared at the spot where he formerly was. She scowled at the ground. Knowing that she was alone and angry, she took out her music box. Karaka opened it and let the song echo into the air. She could make it. She knew she could.
When her emotional strength was regained, she closed it and put it away. The regretfully poor (but she was still very rich with her carry money) maiden gazed at her dead house. Knowing nothing was left for her, she sat. She thought. She, without knowing it, right then, had become insane. If she had just let out her anger, that might not have happened. But her mind was awakened when she heard the blissful singing of some girl. She decided to follow the sound.
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On the Road, Five Miles From Carona
Mint loudly sang with glee. Her loud, pretty voice rang through the trees and into the sky. She was, of course, singing about the [relic]. She was unaware that she was being followed by someone her age. As walked on, her exitement kept her going. She kept singing, which her persuer liked very much. About two hours later, she gleefully arrived at the gates of Carona...
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Gwennavierre: Wow Kara! You're rich!
Karaka: ...Did you foret that already?
Gwennavierre: Possibly! ^________________^
Karaka: ...Yeah, well anyway, wait for the next chapter, when the somewhat cliffhanger is resolved, and Gwennavierre just 'might' be brought into the story.
Gwennavierre: O__O ----- ^________________________________^
Karaka: I thought of a plot right after Gwennavierre write the first paragraph. The summary took me thirty minutes, it did!
Gwennavierre: Kara was having a creative spark!!! Yeah!!
Karaka: Stop it! You'll scare off our readers! Now...LET DARKNESS PREVAIL!!!!
Gwennavierre: Let's GO!!!
Karaka: WAIT DIMWIT!!
Gwennavierre: O_O Yes?
Karaka: You forgot the disclaimer...
Gwennavierre: !_! OH! I do not own Threads of Fate. Now where's my candybar? ^_^
Karaka: You don't get it because you forgot.
Gwennavierre: ;_; !!!
~~~~~
Mint zoomed down the halls, beaming with joy at the news she had just received. She slid on the already scuffed floor in her efforts to stop at her bed chambers. Behind her, she could hear her sister's shuffling feet and loud shouts.
"Please, Mint! I'm begging you! Don't go!! The palace needs you!" Mint ran into her room, but not before uttering:
"You just want to keep me here until I go insane!!! Admit it!! And then you want to go and get this [reilc] for your own grubby self!" and she locked the door behind her. As soon as her room was secured, Maya caught up and weakly started pounding on the door.
"Mint! You cannot go! If this [relic] is nearly as powerful as Valen's... You mussen't go! Mint! You could hurt yourself and other people in the process of getting it!" Maya collapsed on the door from exaustion.
"Yeah!! People like you!" she bellowed with glee. A huge grin was spread across her childish-looking face. She had grabbed her suitcase and had decided to pack little. She took her Duel Haloes, a spare pair of clothes, undergarments, a night gown, her empty canteen (she would fill it up later), and a smaller bag for food.
"Mint. I'm sorry it has to come to this." she snapped her fingers. "Gramps! ...My Dear Sister, we tried this the 'somewhat' easy way, but now we shall have to do this the hard way, I'm afraid." Mint wasn't listening. While Maya was blabbering, she had decided to take her small pack, the one she had used a few years ago, to carry her stuff.
The sound of a key jerked her away from the revisiting of her happy memories. She stood and stared at the turning handle. Her grandfather called for her. Panicking, she snached up her bag and swiftly and silently jumped out the window. At first, when she started plummeting to the ground, all she thought was: WHY THE HELL DID I DO THAT?!?!?!
Until she remembered, one of her new colors, Azure, had a spell called 'Feathers' that made a large pile of feathers magically appear. Mint thought that this spell was only good for tar-and-feathering Maya, but at the last second, right after Maya screamed 'Mint you get right back here' was when she chanted it.
A humongus pile of feathers 'POOFed' right under her happy figure. When she stood, as together as a frozen candybar (Gwennavierre: ;_; I am so hungry!), she used her 'Low Flame' spell to rid herself of the evidence. Why, do not ask me. I have no clue. Anyway, she went to the food cellar, using a spell of the new color 'Silver,' she used 'Camoflauge' to make herself nearly invisible to the naked eye.
While inside, she took sevel fried chicken legs, many different fruits, some bread, some celery, and a bit of jusk food. She detoured to the very fountain she was at before she got her letter, and filled her canteen. Mint then headed off to the docks, praising herself for learning the spells she did.
~~~~~
Far Away, In a Castle 5 Miles from Carona
The young Lady Karaka strolled down one of the many corridors of her castle. She was born to a noble family, and was quite the rich one. 17 years old Karaka was a mean person. She liked to stay in her castle, all by herself. But she knew that she wouldn't remain here for long. She could sense it...
She was tall, and that complimented her favorite blue and green dress with the shoulders open to veiw. Her emerald eyes shone angrily and mached the green parts of her dress. The Lady's hair was the blackest color of soot, and escaped out of a ponytail that trailed to a bit lower than her shoulders.
Her pale face was twisted into a frown. She had never been really happy. It had always been like that. There was one thing that brought calmness to her restless self...a music box. It played and enchanting melody that lasted about four minutes. She has had it for as long as she could remember. Although she does not remember how it came into her posession.
As a child, she might have been cheery. Who knows, time can do evil things to people. But she knew that she had been abandoned. A tightwad widdow had adopted her, and died when the Lady became 14, leaving the castle to her. All the girl cared about was her riches, house, and music box. But, in the present, tonight in fact, her home would be in shambles.
"Lady Karaka! There are some very odd looking people outside saying they will set the castle on fire if we do not give them your riches! Please, you must do something." A servant bursted through the door of the dining hall, where the Lady was. Karaka huffed. How dare people demand such a thing from her! They could obviously be nothing more than a few peasants with a novice mage.
"Let me see these pitiful terrorists!" So the servant took her to the window. There were just a few peasants with a mage. But, little to Karaka's knowing, he was not a novice. "Slave girl! Tell them I will give them nothing! And they ought to leave, 'for I send my entire army to kill them!" So the Slave Girl shakily went out to the balcony.
"The Mistress says she'll give you nothing! Leave at once, before she puts and end to your pathetic lives!" she shouted.
"Oh no, for it is your pathetic, greedy lives that we shall end." whispered the mage. And with that, he released a huge fireball and when it made contact with the building, they both exploded. Luckily for the Lady, right before that, her mage had come and teleported her to safety.
When they reached ground, she mumbled,"You...you saved my life..." For a moment, her face was filled with wonder and she almost smiled. But then her normal expression took over. "Well? What do you want? I have nothing left." she screamed angrily. Maybe she should have just as well died. The wizard looked scornfully at her.
"I want not a material item, but your thanks and nothing more." But Karaka took the expression of a small, lost child. She had never thanked anyone before. So she just stared. "I see. Well, farewell, young Lady." And he dissappeared. She stared at the spot where he formerly was. She scowled at the ground. Knowing that she was alone and angry, she took out her music box. Karaka opened it and let the song echo into the air. She could make it. She knew she could.
When her emotional strength was regained, she closed it and put it away. The regretfully poor (but she was still very rich with her carry money) maiden gazed at her dead house. Knowing nothing was left for her, she sat. She thought. She, without knowing it, right then, had become insane. If she had just let out her anger, that might not have happened. But her mind was awakened when she heard the blissful singing of some girl. She decided to follow the sound.
~~~~~
On the Road, Five Miles From Carona
Mint loudly sang with glee. Her loud, pretty voice rang through the trees and into the sky. She was, of course, singing about the [relic]. She was unaware that she was being followed by someone her age. As walked on, her exitement kept her going. She kept singing, which her persuer liked very much. About two hours later, she gleefully arrived at the gates of Carona...
~~~~~
Gwennavierre: Wow Kara! You're rich!
Karaka: ...Did you foret that already?
Gwennavierre: Possibly! ^________________^
Karaka: ...Yeah, well anyway, wait for the next chapter, when the somewhat cliffhanger is resolved, and Gwennavierre just 'might' be brought into the story.
Gwennavierre: O__O ----- ^________________________________^