Thanks to Demona who gave an idea for this chapter and the epilouge, not
like we're any where near there yet. To those that reviewed the first three
chapters: Thank-you. It means a lot to me. Enjoy :-)
Chapter Four : Vacations aren't for assassins
Two weeks since Casey's little bird, Surreal, had made it through her first hit found me on a beach. Me and a beach, well, we weren't compatible. I had sand between my toes and I didn't even have a job for the next two weeks. I'd wanted a vacation and now that I had one, I was bored silly. I was bored and had sand between my toes, this was really not my day. I walked east along the beach, away from the people. Away from the screaming childern, who were giving me a headache, the laughing lovers, who filled me with envy, the content adults, who I should have been.
Surreal, she was different. If she'd been alive before, when I'd been Blood, I would have served her. Things had turned out differently, though and now all I could do was hope Casey had trained her well. Casey, this whole beach thing was more Casey than it was me. If fact Casey had suggested the beach to me. He thought that I needed to... mingle with people, with Blood. Casey had some strange ideas, true, but he was my best friend, so here I was trying to mingle.
Contary to what I had told Casey, I had no intenions of letting Casey, and my, at least now, little bird do this alone. If Casey was right, and he usually was, she would be incredibly important. I had no idea how I knew that, but I did. I caught sight of a head of black hair, and had to remind myself that many people in Terreille had black hair, and that did not mean that the woman I had seen was my little bird.
The woman turned and stared at me, and then started towards me. This movement towards me surprized me. I'd been walking on this lonely beach for over an hour and no one had taken any notice of me. She walked towards me and I took notice of her features, as I did with and of the Blood's distaff gender, just incase we were to meet agian under less pleasant circumstances.
I took me a too long moment to realise that this woman was indeed my little bird, my Surreal.
It hit me then, like a knife to the heart in the dark, that the old prophet had been right. I did serve a strong true witch. And I knew in that moment that she wasn't like the other witches of Terreille, because part of her wasn't of Terreille, part of her was made of shadows,part of her was true. In short she was one of the few witches left that had a right to use craft.
I stood there on the beach, with sand between my toes, no longer bored, probably looking very stupid, and waited for this remarkable lady to come to me. In about five minutes, she was standing infront of me, glaring in an offended manner.
"Lady..." I said, wondering what I had done to offened.
"Walk with me, sugar, I think you and I have some things to discuss."
She turned and walked away, and then I realised with a start that I had no choice but to follow. Where ever she lead.
That's it for this one.
JA!
Shanis
Chapter Four : Vacations aren't for assassins
Two weeks since Casey's little bird, Surreal, had made it through her first hit found me on a beach. Me and a beach, well, we weren't compatible. I had sand between my toes and I didn't even have a job for the next two weeks. I'd wanted a vacation and now that I had one, I was bored silly. I was bored and had sand between my toes, this was really not my day. I walked east along the beach, away from the people. Away from the screaming childern, who were giving me a headache, the laughing lovers, who filled me with envy, the content adults, who I should have been.
Surreal, she was different. If she'd been alive before, when I'd been Blood, I would have served her. Things had turned out differently, though and now all I could do was hope Casey had trained her well. Casey, this whole beach thing was more Casey than it was me. If fact Casey had suggested the beach to me. He thought that I needed to... mingle with people, with Blood. Casey had some strange ideas, true, but he was my best friend, so here I was trying to mingle.
Contary to what I had told Casey, I had no intenions of letting Casey, and my, at least now, little bird do this alone. If Casey was right, and he usually was, she would be incredibly important. I had no idea how I knew that, but I did. I caught sight of a head of black hair, and had to remind myself that many people in Terreille had black hair, and that did not mean that the woman I had seen was my little bird.
The woman turned and stared at me, and then started towards me. This movement towards me surprized me. I'd been walking on this lonely beach for over an hour and no one had taken any notice of me. She walked towards me and I took notice of her features, as I did with and of the Blood's distaff gender, just incase we were to meet agian under less pleasant circumstances.
I took me a too long moment to realise that this woman was indeed my little bird, my Surreal.
It hit me then, like a knife to the heart in the dark, that the old prophet had been right. I did serve a strong true witch. And I knew in that moment that she wasn't like the other witches of Terreille, because part of her wasn't of Terreille, part of her was made of shadows,part of her was true. In short she was one of the few witches left that had a right to use craft.
I stood there on the beach, with sand between my toes, no longer bored, probably looking very stupid, and waited for this remarkable lady to come to me. In about five minutes, she was standing infront of me, glaring in an offended manner.
"Lady..." I said, wondering what I had done to offened.
"Walk with me, sugar, I think you and I have some things to discuss."
She turned and walked away, and then I realised with a start that I had no choice but to follow. Where ever she lead.
That's it for this one.
JA!
Shanis