Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. It belongs
to J.R.R. Tolkien. All author's used with permission. That includes: Phantom,
Amarth, Newmoon, Penelope, Kitty, and Coffeegirl. The OC's go as the following:
Phantom- Jack, Blue, and Ted. Penelope- Ember Whitefire and Wisdom Blade.
Kitty-Ari, Morikallo, and Elenmir. I own all the others.
Author's Note:
Happy Sunday! I think this chapter is a bit longer... It looks so by the scroll bar. The story is starting to get tragic. But it's all for a thick plot... hopefully not too thick. And please excuse me if the writing in this chapter confuses you just a bit. I was very ill while I was writing some of this, and when I'm sick, I cannot concentrate on my vocabulary and flow. Special thanks to Phantom for making me feel... special! Yay!
Oh! And since Joe didn't want to give all readers a slice of staling Mordorian chocolate birthday cake, he just finished baking several batches of double-fudge brownies. Take as many pieces as you like. I'll keel over and die if I have my nineteenth slice.
Joe: I fear you all imploding if you don't have enough pastries... And if you explode, then... too bad? (runs off)
My site, Dragon Eye Ryunarasu, has been updated! Be sure to post a message on the board thingy. I'm not sure how it works, but I put it up there to get comments from visitors. I believe I forgot to mention that there were a few more details contributed in the 'What's New?" page. There's also a new story concerning why the eye is the symbol of the Ryunarasu. Look around in the 'Legends' page. The Deity drawings overlap the text, and I am going hysterical. WHY?! STOP! OVERLAPPING! DRIVING! ME! CRAZY! ...ahem. Well, they look a bit better... I guess. The URL is http://naheka.tripod.com/
Oh! And if you like Harry Potter (the movie... was very "wow". But Two Towers will definitely steamroll it), be sure to visit my friend's site, http://lilyrw1.tripod.com/theplaceforwizards She likes that visitor number going up.
...Tally-ho!
THE FILE CABINET
"I say we take action!" exclaimed Amarth boldly, putting a fist on Joe's desk.
Naurglahad kicked the door open, nearly taking out my Onimusha poster with the blow. "Then let's get out of here!"
But suddenly, her energetic pounce out of the room was interrupted by a huge transparent block that came hurling though the doorway like an uncontrollable bullet-train. It alone was as big as my desk and Joe's desk put together. It flew over Naurglahad's head, ran right over the card game in the center of the room, collided off a wall, rebounded off the Fiction Dome, and gracefully slid to a halt with an intimate prod at Naurglahad's left thigh, which was revealed in the high cut of her black dress.
"AUGH! IT BURNS! BUT IT'S COLD!"
It was an amazing thing to watch Naurglahad, heir to the throne of the almighty Ryunarasu clan, skilled bounty hunter, elite assassin, and all-around "shut up and back off before I beat the crud out of you"... hop up and down on the spot in front of my doorway, screaming and moaning in utter pain and hysteria. She was rubbing her left thigh frantically, rocking back and forth with a salty tear coming down her paling cheek.
"Too many people cry in this story," I thought to myself as the situation became even more ironic when Onikunshu jumped into the scene.
"Hush, daughter," he said softly, hugging Naurglahad gently as she kept sobbing.
At that moment, I had turned a white-green as I took no hesitation in leaping across the room to the corner, where a battered cardboard box lay. I used this as my "thinking lair" where I plotted insane ideas. This time, I turned it over my head, and hid in the darkness of my own imagination. Unfortunately, there was a hole in the box right in front of my face, so that I was forced to see the horrid mush that was occurring at the door.
"Don't worry about it," Onikunshu continued, cautiously eyeing the enormous block that took up half of the room. "The ice is out to get us all. You did not need to see that."
Naurglahad was rocking back and forth insanely.
"...I don't get it," said Narcisuss, tugging slightly at the chain.
"...I think Ryunarasu have like... a fear of ice or something," I concluded out loud from inside my box. "I just invented a weird quality to them, I didn't even mean to.... Dude! Freakish!" Then I started rocking back and forth insanely.
Phantom and Amarth were on the verge of leading the other Authors out of the room, until Naurglahad spontaneously jumped up and screeched, "NO! I MUST LEAD YOU PATHETIC FOOLS!"
"THE AUTHOR'S ARE NOT PATHETIC FOOLS... YOU FOOL!" countered I, standing up in defense with the cardboard box still on my head. "ARGH! SHUT UP! YOU ALWAYS GET IN THE WAY!" Strong stand. Clenched fists. "HEY! YOU JUST INVADED MY PARAGRAPH! TWO PEOPLE DO NOT SPEAK--" "IN THE SAME PARAGRAPH! BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA! THAT'S ALL I HEAR FROM YOU! THAT'S WHY AUTHOR'S ARE PATHETIC FOOLS!" A lunge. A wild cry. A hard landing. Broken limbs. "NOOOO! MY BOX!" "YES! I LAUGH AT YOUR PAIN!" Retorts. Strangling. Pain. Throb. Strain. Throb. Pain. "ARGH!" "ARGH!"
"Well," sighed Amarth, tilting her head. "It's not really that hard to read..."
"But still," interrupted Phantom.
"Yeah."
However... while Naurglahad and I were in our wild brawl as everyone had their attention turned to us, no one in the room noticed a pair of long, pale, slender fingers with pink, neatly filed nails, sneak silently through the doorway. Its fingers twiddled in mid-air, ever so eager to grab its victim. And unbeknownst to all Authors and OCs, the nearest living object closest to the door... was Onikunshu.
Swipe!
"FRIGU!*"
"Augh!"
With a loud rustle of chains, and a slight whirlwind, the fight between myself and Naurglahad stopped. Everyone turned. Our eyes widened. Both Onikunshu and Narcisuss were nowhere to be seen.
"Th... They're gone!" cried Penelope and Coffeegirl simultaneously. Phantom looked quite alarmed, yet her brow curved in assertive confusion. Amarth looked the same, while practically everyone else went parchment white. My hands became clammy, and so did Naurglahad's, judging by the dampness I began to feel on her grip upon my neck.
"Who saw that?" she screamed suddenly, stumbling to a determined and furious stand. "Tell me!" She grabbed poor Wisdom, who was unfortunately the one standing furthest from the fight, and second closest to the door. Her left fist grabbed his collar, and her right was a rolled knuckle on the verge of pounding straight at his fist. "Tell me who did this! I will not tolerate this until I know who stole my mother and father!"
"That's it!" boomed Phantom. "It's obvious that whoever threw that ice block at us was the one who got them. And by the way, it's dry ice." She indicated the white wisps rising from the white, crystalline surface. "This foe is starting to get way too annoying! It has Naurglahad crying out for the salvation of her parents! The two people who abandoned and abused her for her whole life! This is definitely out of the ordinary!"
"Then let's go shoot the damn Mary Sue!" shouted Jack, whipping out a pistol and firing a stinging bullet at the dry ice. The bullet stuck straight in the block, creating a chain of intricate cracks along the circumference of the bullet's location.
"I'm up for that." Click. Click. Naurglahad had derived a shotgun from out of nowhere. Justifying by her trembling finger rubbing the trigger carefully and eagerly, I guessed that it was already loaded, and probably the most dangerous format of a shotgun she could lay her hands on... which was just about any type of gun made. "For the last time, let's go!"
In a dark swish, she had bounded out of the room. Like the wind of Gwaihir's** wings, the remaining OC's had also taken off after her. At the normal human speed, Phantom, Amarth, Newmoon, Coffeegirl, and Penelope dashed out. Kitty was midway through the doorway before she turned on her heel and called for me.
"Come on, Naheka! This is serious action here!"
I did not reply. Kitty stopped calling for me. She saw what I had in my hand; a thin piece of paper, bright, neon pink. Evil pink. That evil, ever reoccurring pink. Scrawled in a messy print were the few phrases in dark purple ink:
" wEre FiRe bEkUmz ice.... nd IcE BeKums fIrE. tutCh dis blOk, & U bUrn. OuR 1sT kLOo. wE toLd u guYZ................ Now LooK wUt haPpnd................................ anD sTop wiT 'dIs "crEatIve CriTiqUe". Ur flams LIke, TotTallY cRaSh oUr dReams + stuFF. SO ther!***"
The note fluttered to the floor as I read the last line. For what seemed an eternity, my feelings and thoughts boiled in my mind. What does this really mean?
I decided to think about it later as I picked up the note, jammed it in my jean's pocket, and ran out of the room with Kitty.
~*~
"Hey, guys! Wait up!"
"No time, you petty weaklings! My biological family is at stake!"
I grumbled in frustration with my first OC again as I continued jogging after the large crowd of anti-MarySue'ers. Both Kitty and I had caught up to them when they had turned a hideously sharp corner, right round a landscape designed to look something like Emyn Muíl or Mordor, for half of the team kinda' slammed right into each other when they failed to halt before crashing into a rocky, bramble covered cliff wall.
"Ouch," came a muffled grunt from Morikallo, who was probably one of the victims prey to being at the front of the line, thus first to crash into the wall.
"Beep! Beep! Back up, everyone!" exclaimed Penelope in attempt to get all OC's and Author's out of the tangle.
One by one, I watched each member weave out of the jammed college, and retake a place in the marching line. But unfortunately---
"Those better not be brambles," sighed Jack, frowning as he prodded a few vines. The scenario? Poor Blue had his head caught in a chain of weeds that were manifesting within the crannies of the wall. "And this time, it wasn't even out of curiosity." He sighed again when Blue had stopped struggling and suddenly became stationary, his head hanging in the weeds, his body slouched.
"Here," grunted Naurglahad, shoving Jack out of the way and taking out not a switch-blade, but one of her nine-inch knives.
"NO! NOT THOSE!"
Naurglahad raised a furious, yet rather amused eyebrow down at me as soon as she found me clinging to her wrist, pulling back as hard as I could. She booted me off like a stubborn donkey to a foolish rider, and I stumbled to the ground in a painful fall. The semi-sharp rocks did not help make the fall anything comfortable. I string of shredded weeds came falling onto my face a few moments later, and I heard footsteps scraping against the surface of the earth.
I decided to just lay there for no apparent reason. I had a habit of doing that.
But my decisions were automatically altered when I saw an enchanting golden light rebound against the ugly rocks softly, like a herald of glorious angels coming to subdue the sadistic demons that lurk in the bowels of Hell. ....It was Mary-Sue.
"Guys..." I stuttered. I scrambled to my feet and pounced on someone's shoulders. That someone just happened to be Newmoon, and she almost fell flat on her face. "Sorry--Hurry! I'm serious!"
Naurglahad turned about one more time to tell me to just shut up, but her mouth sagged right midway through her first vowel. Her green eyes were lit with the golden light. She paled for a moment, but rapidly, she turned a furious red.
"Let's get it!" shouted Ember, suddenly stringing an arrow into his bow. All three outlaws were instantly ready with pistols, and Naurglahad was already charging out into battle, a gleaming long-sword at her side. Wisdom looked ready to defend, as I scuttled through the OC crowd to hide amongst my fellow Authors.
"You'll protect me, right?" asked Ari, nudging Morikallo in suggestion.
"I'll defend you," he corrected in response, crossing his arms in confirmation.
Ari's further replies were drowned by Naurglahad's extreme war cries. Beads of sweat caused by intensity streamed down her cheeks as she dived under the fired bullets from behind her. With a mighty swing, she pulled her first assault on the Mary-Sue, which was an arching swipe into the air and down onto the head of the opponent. She was confident that it would bring the accursed maiden to her end. No one had ever survived this move unless---
"SHE'S ARMED!" cried Wisdom.
Sparks flew from clashing blades. A radiant, gleaming white sword, blazing like Heaven itself was raised horizontally into the air, blocking against Naurglahad's vertical sword. The Mary-Sue was armed. 'Of course she is!' I thought in panic. 'Mary-Sue's are perfect fighters!' The length was a great one, just as long as Naurglahad's (that means about five or six feet). The hilt also shone with its almighty glow, painted gold and silver, probably of elvish craft. The very presence of the blade seemed to overcome Naurglahad's, which had the darkest shade of silver for a blade. As for the hilt, it bore no glory, except in the symbolic strokes of red that were painted across the grip. It was the blood of foes that supplied that scarlet gleam. And by the fire burning in the assassin's eyes, the lovely rose red that tainted the Mary-Sue's perfect cheeks would be the next to come on the hilt... in a liquid form.
Bang!
Jack's aim was always true with a gun. He looked a bit uncomfortable shooting at a woman, but a bullet had spiraled through the air and found a comfortable spot in the Mary-Sue's right arm. But strangely, it had absolutely no effect.
"She's wearing mithril!" Phantom hollered in warning. "It's obvious! Under her jacket!"
Naurglahad's assassin instincts told her to whip out a knife and cut her opponent's jacket, but because Mary-Sue was a perfect fighter... Naurglahad could not block that perfect swipe from some mysterious power that Mary-Sue beheld. Naurglahad was no match for it.
"NOOO!" Elenmir held me back with her right arm, preventing me from racing out into the battlefield. "YOU DAMN SUE! YOU JUST FRICKIN' KILLED MY OC!" My language really burst off after that.
Naurglahad fainted to the ground, her blood seeping from the wound in her stomach. The Mary-Sur grumbled in slight disgust, but without hesitation, she picked up Naurglahad, and slung her over her shoulder. I cried out again as those accursed pink nails touched my creation. I turned very, very red. Then, Mary-Sue took off around the sharp corner, the golden light fading out of our sight.
Mary-Sue had kidnapped Onikunshu, the sadistically wise man of a thousand insults. He was darker than anyone could know, but something about him would let you know that he cared. Mary-Sue had stolen Narcisuss, the optimistic woman who was actually an evil sorceress on the inside. She annoyed people, but when things got serious, she could get assertive. Because of Mary-Sue, she never got a chance to show it.
Now, Mary-Sue had taken Naurglahad the assassin we all feared, and the one most readers enjoyed reading about. She was my first creation. My very first creation. But now she was gone.
And there was nothing I could do about it.
*Frigu= Sachaudatha curse word.
**Gwaihir was the name of the eagle that saved Gandalf from Isengard and from atop Caradhas too, right?
***Translation: Where fire becomes ice, and ice becomes fire. Touch this block, and you burn. We told you guys. Now look what happened. And stop with this "creative critique". Your flames like, totally crash our dreams and stuff. So there.
Before you leave, be sure to take a brownie! I CAN'T EAT 'EM ALL MYSELF! And visit my friend's site! http://lilyrw1.tripod.com/theplaceforwizards . And perhaps just a little question; I'm suddenly considering going into fanart too as another hobby aside from fanfiction. It, of course, will not budge any time into my writing periods. Judging by my drawings on my site... should I go for it?
Peace to all, and to all a good death,
Naheka
Author's Note:
Happy Sunday! I think this chapter is a bit longer... It looks so by the scroll bar. The story is starting to get tragic. But it's all for a thick plot... hopefully not too thick. And please excuse me if the writing in this chapter confuses you just a bit. I was very ill while I was writing some of this, and when I'm sick, I cannot concentrate on my vocabulary and flow. Special thanks to Phantom for making me feel... special! Yay!
Oh! And since Joe didn't want to give all readers a slice of staling Mordorian chocolate birthday cake, he just finished baking several batches of double-fudge brownies. Take as many pieces as you like. I'll keel over and die if I have my nineteenth slice.
Joe: I fear you all imploding if you don't have enough pastries... And if you explode, then... too bad? (runs off)
My site, Dragon Eye Ryunarasu, has been updated! Be sure to post a message on the board thingy. I'm not sure how it works, but I put it up there to get comments from visitors. I believe I forgot to mention that there were a few more details contributed in the 'What's New?" page. There's also a new story concerning why the eye is the symbol of the Ryunarasu. Look around in the 'Legends' page. The Deity drawings overlap the text, and I am going hysterical. WHY?! STOP! OVERLAPPING! DRIVING! ME! CRAZY! ...ahem. Well, they look a bit better... I guess. The URL is http://naheka.tripod.com/
Oh! And if you like Harry Potter (the movie... was very "wow". But Two Towers will definitely steamroll it), be sure to visit my friend's site, http://lilyrw1.tripod.com/theplaceforwizards She likes that visitor number going up.
...Tally-ho!
THE FILE CABINET
"I say we take action!" exclaimed Amarth boldly, putting a fist on Joe's desk.
Naurglahad kicked the door open, nearly taking out my Onimusha poster with the blow. "Then let's get out of here!"
But suddenly, her energetic pounce out of the room was interrupted by a huge transparent block that came hurling though the doorway like an uncontrollable bullet-train. It alone was as big as my desk and Joe's desk put together. It flew over Naurglahad's head, ran right over the card game in the center of the room, collided off a wall, rebounded off the Fiction Dome, and gracefully slid to a halt with an intimate prod at Naurglahad's left thigh, which was revealed in the high cut of her black dress.
"AUGH! IT BURNS! BUT IT'S COLD!"
It was an amazing thing to watch Naurglahad, heir to the throne of the almighty Ryunarasu clan, skilled bounty hunter, elite assassin, and all-around "shut up and back off before I beat the crud out of you"... hop up and down on the spot in front of my doorway, screaming and moaning in utter pain and hysteria. She was rubbing her left thigh frantically, rocking back and forth with a salty tear coming down her paling cheek.
"Too many people cry in this story," I thought to myself as the situation became even more ironic when Onikunshu jumped into the scene.
"Hush, daughter," he said softly, hugging Naurglahad gently as she kept sobbing.
At that moment, I had turned a white-green as I took no hesitation in leaping across the room to the corner, where a battered cardboard box lay. I used this as my "thinking lair" where I plotted insane ideas. This time, I turned it over my head, and hid in the darkness of my own imagination. Unfortunately, there was a hole in the box right in front of my face, so that I was forced to see the horrid mush that was occurring at the door.
"Don't worry about it," Onikunshu continued, cautiously eyeing the enormous block that took up half of the room. "The ice is out to get us all. You did not need to see that."
Naurglahad was rocking back and forth insanely.
"...I don't get it," said Narcisuss, tugging slightly at the chain.
"...I think Ryunarasu have like... a fear of ice or something," I concluded out loud from inside my box. "I just invented a weird quality to them, I didn't even mean to.... Dude! Freakish!" Then I started rocking back and forth insanely.
Phantom and Amarth were on the verge of leading the other Authors out of the room, until Naurglahad spontaneously jumped up and screeched, "NO! I MUST LEAD YOU PATHETIC FOOLS!"
"THE AUTHOR'S ARE NOT PATHETIC FOOLS... YOU FOOL!" countered I, standing up in defense with the cardboard box still on my head. "ARGH! SHUT UP! YOU ALWAYS GET IN THE WAY!" Strong stand. Clenched fists. "HEY! YOU JUST INVADED MY PARAGRAPH! TWO PEOPLE DO NOT SPEAK--" "IN THE SAME PARAGRAPH! BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA! THAT'S ALL I HEAR FROM YOU! THAT'S WHY AUTHOR'S ARE PATHETIC FOOLS!" A lunge. A wild cry. A hard landing. Broken limbs. "NOOOO! MY BOX!" "YES! I LAUGH AT YOUR PAIN!" Retorts. Strangling. Pain. Throb. Strain. Throb. Pain. "ARGH!" "ARGH!"
"Well," sighed Amarth, tilting her head. "It's not really that hard to read..."
"But still," interrupted Phantom.
"Yeah."
However... while Naurglahad and I were in our wild brawl as everyone had their attention turned to us, no one in the room noticed a pair of long, pale, slender fingers with pink, neatly filed nails, sneak silently through the doorway. Its fingers twiddled in mid-air, ever so eager to grab its victim. And unbeknownst to all Authors and OCs, the nearest living object closest to the door... was Onikunshu.
Swipe!
"FRIGU!*"
"Augh!"
With a loud rustle of chains, and a slight whirlwind, the fight between myself and Naurglahad stopped. Everyone turned. Our eyes widened. Both Onikunshu and Narcisuss were nowhere to be seen.
"Th... They're gone!" cried Penelope and Coffeegirl simultaneously. Phantom looked quite alarmed, yet her brow curved in assertive confusion. Amarth looked the same, while practically everyone else went parchment white. My hands became clammy, and so did Naurglahad's, judging by the dampness I began to feel on her grip upon my neck.
"Who saw that?" she screamed suddenly, stumbling to a determined and furious stand. "Tell me!" She grabbed poor Wisdom, who was unfortunately the one standing furthest from the fight, and second closest to the door. Her left fist grabbed his collar, and her right was a rolled knuckle on the verge of pounding straight at his fist. "Tell me who did this! I will not tolerate this until I know who stole my mother and father!"
"That's it!" boomed Phantom. "It's obvious that whoever threw that ice block at us was the one who got them. And by the way, it's dry ice." She indicated the white wisps rising from the white, crystalline surface. "This foe is starting to get way too annoying! It has Naurglahad crying out for the salvation of her parents! The two people who abandoned and abused her for her whole life! This is definitely out of the ordinary!"
"Then let's go shoot the damn Mary Sue!" shouted Jack, whipping out a pistol and firing a stinging bullet at the dry ice. The bullet stuck straight in the block, creating a chain of intricate cracks along the circumference of the bullet's location.
"I'm up for that." Click. Click. Naurglahad had derived a shotgun from out of nowhere. Justifying by her trembling finger rubbing the trigger carefully and eagerly, I guessed that it was already loaded, and probably the most dangerous format of a shotgun she could lay her hands on... which was just about any type of gun made. "For the last time, let's go!"
In a dark swish, she had bounded out of the room. Like the wind of Gwaihir's** wings, the remaining OC's had also taken off after her. At the normal human speed, Phantom, Amarth, Newmoon, Coffeegirl, and Penelope dashed out. Kitty was midway through the doorway before she turned on her heel and called for me.
"Come on, Naheka! This is serious action here!"
I did not reply. Kitty stopped calling for me. She saw what I had in my hand; a thin piece of paper, bright, neon pink. Evil pink. That evil, ever reoccurring pink. Scrawled in a messy print were the few phrases in dark purple ink:
" wEre FiRe bEkUmz ice.... nd IcE BeKums fIrE. tutCh dis blOk, & U bUrn. OuR 1sT kLOo. wE toLd u guYZ................ Now LooK wUt haPpnd................................ anD sTop wiT 'dIs "crEatIve CriTiqUe". Ur flams LIke, TotTallY cRaSh oUr dReams + stuFF. SO ther!***"
The note fluttered to the floor as I read the last line. For what seemed an eternity, my feelings and thoughts boiled in my mind. What does this really mean?
I decided to think about it later as I picked up the note, jammed it in my jean's pocket, and ran out of the room with Kitty.
~*~
"Hey, guys! Wait up!"
"No time, you petty weaklings! My biological family is at stake!"
I grumbled in frustration with my first OC again as I continued jogging after the large crowd of anti-MarySue'ers. Both Kitty and I had caught up to them when they had turned a hideously sharp corner, right round a landscape designed to look something like Emyn Muíl or Mordor, for half of the team kinda' slammed right into each other when they failed to halt before crashing into a rocky, bramble covered cliff wall.
"Ouch," came a muffled grunt from Morikallo, who was probably one of the victims prey to being at the front of the line, thus first to crash into the wall.
"Beep! Beep! Back up, everyone!" exclaimed Penelope in attempt to get all OC's and Author's out of the tangle.
One by one, I watched each member weave out of the jammed college, and retake a place in the marching line. But unfortunately---
"Those better not be brambles," sighed Jack, frowning as he prodded a few vines. The scenario? Poor Blue had his head caught in a chain of weeds that were manifesting within the crannies of the wall. "And this time, it wasn't even out of curiosity." He sighed again when Blue had stopped struggling and suddenly became stationary, his head hanging in the weeds, his body slouched.
"Here," grunted Naurglahad, shoving Jack out of the way and taking out not a switch-blade, but one of her nine-inch knives.
"NO! NOT THOSE!"
Naurglahad raised a furious, yet rather amused eyebrow down at me as soon as she found me clinging to her wrist, pulling back as hard as I could. She booted me off like a stubborn donkey to a foolish rider, and I stumbled to the ground in a painful fall. The semi-sharp rocks did not help make the fall anything comfortable. I string of shredded weeds came falling onto my face a few moments later, and I heard footsteps scraping against the surface of the earth.
I decided to just lay there for no apparent reason. I had a habit of doing that.
But my decisions were automatically altered when I saw an enchanting golden light rebound against the ugly rocks softly, like a herald of glorious angels coming to subdue the sadistic demons that lurk in the bowels of Hell. ....It was Mary-Sue.
"Guys..." I stuttered. I scrambled to my feet and pounced on someone's shoulders. That someone just happened to be Newmoon, and she almost fell flat on her face. "Sorry--Hurry! I'm serious!"
Naurglahad turned about one more time to tell me to just shut up, but her mouth sagged right midway through her first vowel. Her green eyes were lit with the golden light. She paled for a moment, but rapidly, she turned a furious red.
"Let's get it!" shouted Ember, suddenly stringing an arrow into his bow. All three outlaws were instantly ready with pistols, and Naurglahad was already charging out into battle, a gleaming long-sword at her side. Wisdom looked ready to defend, as I scuttled through the OC crowd to hide amongst my fellow Authors.
"You'll protect me, right?" asked Ari, nudging Morikallo in suggestion.
"I'll defend you," he corrected in response, crossing his arms in confirmation.
Ari's further replies were drowned by Naurglahad's extreme war cries. Beads of sweat caused by intensity streamed down her cheeks as she dived under the fired bullets from behind her. With a mighty swing, she pulled her first assault on the Mary-Sue, which was an arching swipe into the air and down onto the head of the opponent. She was confident that it would bring the accursed maiden to her end. No one had ever survived this move unless---
"SHE'S ARMED!" cried Wisdom.
Sparks flew from clashing blades. A radiant, gleaming white sword, blazing like Heaven itself was raised horizontally into the air, blocking against Naurglahad's vertical sword. The Mary-Sue was armed. 'Of course she is!' I thought in panic. 'Mary-Sue's are perfect fighters!' The length was a great one, just as long as Naurglahad's (that means about five or six feet). The hilt also shone with its almighty glow, painted gold and silver, probably of elvish craft. The very presence of the blade seemed to overcome Naurglahad's, which had the darkest shade of silver for a blade. As for the hilt, it bore no glory, except in the symbolic strokes of red that were painted across the grip. It was the blood of foes that supplied that scarlet gleam. And by the fire burning in the assassin's eyes, the lovely rose red that tainted the Mary-Sue's perfect cheeks would be the next to come on the hilt... in a liquid form.
Bang!
Jack's aim was always true with a gun. He looked a bit uncomfortable shooting at a woman, but a bullet had spiraled through the air and found a comfortable spot in the Mary-Sue's right arm. But strangely, it had absolutely no effect.
"She's wearing mithril!" Phantom hollered in warning. "It's obvious! Under her jacket!"
Naurglahad's assassin instincts told her to whip out a knife and cut her opponent's jacket, but because Mary-Sue was a perfect fighter... Naurglahad could not block that perfect swipe from some mysterious power that Mary-Sue beheld. Naurglahad was no match for it.
"NOOO!" Elenmir held me back with her right arm, preventing me from racing out into the battlefield. "YOU DAMN SUE! YOU JUST FRICKIN' KILLED MY OC!" My language really burst off after that.
Naurglahad fainted to the ground, her blood seeping from the wound in her stomach. The Mary-Sur grumbled in slight disgust, but without hesitation, she picked up Naurglahad, and slung her over her shoulder. I cried out again as those accursed pink nails touched my creation. I turned very, very red. Then, Mary-Sue took off around the sharp corner, the golden light fading out of our sight.
Mary-Sue had kidnapped Onikunshu, the sadistically wise man of a thousand insults. He was darker than anyone could know, but something about him would let you know that he cared. Mary-Sue had stolen Narcisuss, the optimistic woman who was actually an evil sorceress on the inside. She annoyed people, but when things got serious, she could get assertive. Because of Mary-Sue, she never got a chance to show it.
Now, Mary-Sue had taken Naurglahad the assassin we all feared, and the one most readers enjoyed reading about. She was my first creation. My very first creation. But now she was gone.
And there was nothing I could do about it.
*Frigu= Sachaudatha curse word.
**Gwaihir was the name of the eagle that saved Gandalf from Isengard and from atop Caradhas too, right?
***Translation: Where fire becomes ice, and ice becomes fire. Touch this block, and you burn. We told you guys. Now look what happened. And stop with this "creative critique". Your flames like, totally crash our dreams and stuff. So there.
Before you leave, be sure to take a brownie! I CAN'T EAT 'EM ALL MYSELF! And visit my friend's site! http://lilyrw1.tripod.com/theplaceforwizards . And perhaps just a little question; I'm suddenly considering going into fanart too as another hobby aside from fanfiction. It, of course, will not budge any time into my writing periods. Judging by my drawings on my site... should I go for it?
Peace to all, and to all a good death,
Naheka