Gwennavierre: Hi again! I'd like to thank Victoria and Liol for reviewing.
^__^ I like how many reviews I'm getting! I still think this story is VERRY
fun, and I just love my fans. --Can I call you guys my fans? Pleaaase?
Pleaaase? I'll uhh-- give you a coupon for Klaus' shop--!
Karaka: You don't have a coupon for--
Gwennavierre: Sh-shh-shh! I really don't want them to know that... Now I can't call them my fans... _
Karaka: Okay people- let her call you her 'fans' and review us, and she'll thank you at the beginning of each chapter.
Gwennavierre: !! Why didn't I think of that...?
Karaka: Time to...die...Oh my gosh, do we...really...have to introduce you?
Gwennavierre: Um...yes? O_o
Karaka: Ah well, then...INTO THE OBLIVION!!
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Karaka shakily rubbed her temples, her eyes again closed.
"Who's Gwennavierre?" questioned Mint.
"The most trecherous thing that is actually, somehow, unexplainedly, related to me... I have no idea how... Look, I can't explain it. But, the only way we are going to get this [relic] is if we revive...'her.'" Karaka's voice quavered.
"Revive her? What do you mean? All of the Aeons are...deceased. No one can revive an Aeon." explained Prima.
"I can. I gained some of her Aeonic powers... I never wanted to have to revive her, but this is the only way."
"Well, this is interesting." Klaus looked at Karaka with a confused, yet absorbed look on his face. "But what do you have to do to revive her?"
"I must go to the Realm of the Dead. It is a cemetary about two miles from here. She is petrified there."
"Oh, she is scared! I want to come help her." frowned Elena sadly.
"That means she's either a wood or stone statue, dumbell." Mint rolled her eyes.
"It takes a lot of power to awaken the stone. Too great for everyone here. Mint and I, are the only two here who will be able to survive the drain. But that is not enough! We need more power..." Karaka looked up thoughtfully.
Mint raised her hand. "I think I have a suggestion. He's an old friend of mine." she smiled remembering her 'old friend.'
"Are we talking..." mumbled Mira.
"He's Rue. We were a pretty good team, awhile back... He's very strong. Just a bit stronger than me." she continued, slowly thinking about how nice it would be to have the entire gang back together.
"He should do. Where is he?" Karaka inquired.
"He lives about thirteen miles from here. I think...we should pay him a little visit." Mint grinned in her I'm-going-to-drag-someone-into-the- situation-because-I-said-so way.
"It should take us about four hours to get there on foot." assumed Klaus.
"Alright. We shall leave tomarrow morning. I will see Mint alone at promptly 9:00 after breakfast."
"I thought I was coming?" implied the man of the house.
"No. We will go sraight to the cemetary after we pick him up. You cannot go. You would not survive the energy loss from the revival. I will see Mint and Mint alone at 9:00 to make the journey to Rue's house." and Karaka pivited on her foot and left into the darkness.
"Wow...she isn't kidding, is she?" Prima said, bewilderd.
So the two children went off to bed, and Mint returned to the inn, where Ms. Cartha and her clean, familiar room were waiting for her.
Everything was so still and compforting as Mint walked into the lovely place. She laughed softly. "Maya would think this is so unfit for a co- queen." she whispered, and lay on her bed where a beautiful, light sleep of wonderful dreams where her and her buddy Rue would go [relic]-hunting again filled her mind.
Karaka shoved past Solin into her room, after showing her pass card to him. So rude, didn't he see me pay earlier? she thought. Her soot-colored hair swayed gracefully as she sat on the vanity seat. The Lady took down her hair and begun brushing it, lost in thought, thinking about what it would be like if...maybe...she wasn't so rude to people all of the time. She realized that she was letting her angst of a family take hold of her. She told herself "I--I can have a family... Maybe with these people? But--but-- they don't like me... I have already made a horrible impression! Maybe if, I be nice, they'll...like me...as much as they do Mint..." For the first time in her cold little life, Karaka warmed up and...she...cried. If was a very soft whimper, the kind where you want something very badly, but you know that you cannot have it. She cried for hours, and hours, until finally, she cried herself into a dreamless sleep.
The next day, she awoke at exactly 8:00, as if there was a kind of alarm clock in her head. She redid her silky hair and gathered her purse and went to Jargen's for her breakfast, and some lunch to pack away. To improve her appearance to Mint, whom she secretly envied, she even bought her lunch. After that, she met up at the gates with Mint, and apologized for her atitude the other day, proving her sincearity with Mint's gift. Then, somewhat releived of her torture, Mint and her new friend went to the road to Rue's.
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Gwennavierre: Blarg. _ We just couldn't fit me, could we.
Karaka: I promise that you'll be in the next chapter!
Gwennavierre: (This is killing her ego! She's being nice! ;_; I'm so proud!)
Karaka: Why are you crying?
Gwennavierre: I'm just so friggin' happy!!
Karaka: Bite your tongue!!
Karaka: You don't have a coupon for--
Gwennavierre: Sh-shh-shh! I really don't want them to know that... Now I can't call them my fans... _
Karaka: Okay people- let her call you her 'fans' and review us, and she'll thank you at the beginning of each chapter.
Gwennavierre: !! Why didn't I think of that...?
Karaka: Time to...die...Oh my gosh, do we...really...have to introduce you?
Gwennavierre: Um...yes? O_o
Karaka: Ah well, then...INTO THE OBLIVION!!
~~~~~
Karaka shakily rubbed her temples, her eyes again closed.
"Who's Gwennavierre?" questioned Mint.
"The most trecherous thing that is actually, somehow, unexplainedly, related to me... I have no idea how... Look, I can't explain it. But, the only way we are going to get this [relic] is if we revive...'her.'" Karaka's voice quavered.
"Revive her? What do you mean? All of the Aeons are...deceased. No one can revive an Aeon." explained Prima.
"I can. I gained some of her Aeonic powers... I never wanted to have to revive her, but this is the only way."
"Well, this is interesting." Klaus looked at Karaka with a confused, yet absorbed look on his face. "But what do you have to do to revive her?"
"I must go to the Realm of the Dead. It is a cemetary about two miles from here. She is petrified there."
"Oh, she is scared! I want to come help her." frowned Elena sadly.
"That means she's either a wood or stone statue, dumbell." Mint rolled her eyes.
"It takes a lot of power to awaken the stone. Too great for everyone here. Mint and I, are the only two here who will be able to survive the drain. But that is not enough! We need more power..." Karaka looked up thoughtfully.
Mint raised her hand. "I think I have a suggestion. He's an old friend of mine." she smiled remembering her 'old friend.'
"Are we talking..." mumbled Mira.
"He's Rue. We were a pretty good team, awhile back... He's very strong. Just a bit stronger than me." she continued, slowly thinking about how nice it would be to have the entire gang back together.
"He should do. Where is he?" Karaka inquired.
"He lives about thirteen miles from here. I think...we should pay him a little visit." Mint grinned in her I'm-going-to-drag-someone-into-the- situation-because-I-said-so way.
"It should take us about four hours to get there on foot." assumed Klaus.
"Alright. We shall leave tomarrow morning. I will see Mint alone at promptly 9:00 after breakfast."
"I thought I was coming?" implied the man of the house.
"No. We will go sraight to the cemetary after we pick him up. You cannot go. You would not survive the energy loss from the revival. I will see Mint and Mint alone at 9:00 to make the journey to Rue's house." and Karaka pivited on her foot and left into the darkness.
"Wow...she isn't kidding, is she?" Prima said, bewilderd.
So the two children went off to bed, and Mint returned to the inn, where Ms. Cartha and her clean, familiar room were waiting for her.
Everything was so still and compforting as Mint walked into the lovely place. She laughed softly. "Maya would think this is so unfit for a co- queen." she whispered, and lay on her bed where a beautiful, light sleep of wonderful dreams where her and her buddy Rue would go [relic]-hunting again filled her mind.
Karaka shoved past Solin into her room, after showing her pass card to him. So rude, didn't he see me pay earlier? she thought. Her soot-colored hair swayed gracefully as she sat on the vanity seat. The Lady took down her hair and begun brushing it, lost in thought, thinking about what it would be like if...maybe...she wasn't so rude to people all of the time. She realized that she was letting her angst of a family take hold of her. She told herself "I--I can have a family... Maybe with these people? But--but-- they don't like me... I have already made a horrible impression! Maybe if, I be nice, they'll...like me...as much as they do Mint..." For the first time in her cold little life, Karaka warmed up and...she...cried. If was a very soft whimper, the kind where you want something very badly, but you know that you cannot have it. She cried for hours, and hours, until finally, she cried herself into a dreamless sleep.
The next day, she awoke at exactly 8:00, as if there was a kind of alarm clock in her head. She redid her silky hair and gathered her purse and went to Jargen's for her breakfast, and some lunch to pack away. To improve her appearance to Mint, whom she secretly envied, she even bought her lunch. After that, she met up at the gates with Mint, and apologized for her atitude the other day, proving her sincearity with Mint's gift. Then, somewhat releived of her torture, Mint and her new friend went to the road to Rue's.
~~~~~
Gwennavierre: Blarg. _ We just couldn't fit me, could we.
Karaka: I promise that you'll be in the next chapter!
Gwennavierre: (This is killing her ego! She's being nice! ;_; I'm so proud!)
Karaka: Why are you crying?
Gwennavierre: I'm just so friggin' happy!!
Karaka: Bite your tongue!!