The Eye of the Moon
A Sailor Moon/Wheel of Time Crossover
Chapter 3
By Rocker Starlight
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimers: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi
Wheel of Time belongs to Robert Jordan
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Naru stared at Usagi's empty desk. They had been friends for as long as she could remember. They had laughed togather, cried together, fell in love together. But no more.
Two days ago, someone had apparently bombed the Cherry Hill Shrine. Usagi was one of the casualties.
The authorities had found no official proof that Usagi was dead, but they had found no proof that she was alive, either. It was as if Usagi was simply wiped off the map.
There was a grievance period, of course, but Naru knew that someday someone else would be sitting in that seat as if nothing happened at all. It didn't seem fair. It just didn't seem fair.
Then, as she had done so many times before over the last two day, Naru broke down crying.
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Jaichim Carridin stared at the note in his hand. An order, from Eamon Valda, that all Children of the light return to what was left of Amadicia. He had no doubt what the motive was. Ever since these "Seanchan" had shown up, many of the children had been talking about rallying all the forces of the Children of the Light and throwing their full might against the invaders. Apparently, Valda was mad enough to try it.
He was a bit confused by the Lord Captain Commander's behavior of late. His agents in the Fortress of Light gave him information on Valda's every action, and he had met the man several times himself. When Valda first took the reins of power, he seemed to by a strong, level-headed man with common sense to spare. Then, a week or so ago, the man went absolutely mad with power and obsessed with attaining glory. It was as if he had become a different overnight.
But that was an issue for another time. Now, Jaichim's biggest concern was what the up coming war meant. It was apparently quite important to his real masters. So important, they had practically ordered him to try and seize power, something he would have done himself anyway.
It had all started when he was warned in his dreams of the Seanchan invasion of Altara, three days before it had happened, giving him time to flee Ebou Dar. Then, right after he had gotten to order he now held in his hands, a myrddraal appeared in his tent and ordered him to grab as much power as possible in the coming debacle. It seemed that the shadow wanted as much influence as possible in the new world order. He smiled to himself. His oaths to the Great Lord were finally paying off.
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Perrin took a deep breath of the night air, letting it fill his lungs. The smells of the forest wafted into his nose. Noises echoed in his ears. Supreme peace was all around him.
He reached out with his mind, tentatively at first, projecting the image of a young bull with steel horns, filling in every detail down to the way he smelled. He thought it was time he introduced himself to the local population. He stood there silent for a moment, waiting for the reply. It came slowly at first, cautiously, then became firmer, forming into the image of a back of wolves. We are here, brother. He smiled. It was times like this he was happiest. When he could forget about the seals, the Dark One, the Forsaken. He sighed. Berelain.
It's not that she wasn't any help. She was able persuade the queen to give them permission to hunt the dragonsworn, and the Winged Guard she brought along provided assetance. If only she would acknowledge the fact that he was married. Or maybe just acknowledge the fact that he just didn't want to be her pretty. It disgusted him that she even used the word "pretty" to describe such a thing.
A rushling in the bushes brought him back down to earth. "Light!" He thought to himself. "Did that woman follow me out here?!" He began to run, but took a moment to sniff the air. Instead of the light, perfumed smell of Berelain sur Paendrag, he got the the familiar scent of one of his closest friends. "You can come out now, Aram. I don't need a bodyguard."
The bushes parted and out stepped Aram, former Tuatha'un and self-appointed body guard. "I'm sorry, my lord. You were going out alone and I thought you might need some protection." Aram's features lightened slightly. "Espectualy from the First of Mayene, if the one set of rumors are to be believed. Or maybe your wife, if the other set are to believed instead." Perrin shoke his head with a bemused smile. "Maybe I do need a bodyguard, Aram. If you feel you can face them both." Aram's face became pale when he said that, like a man who relized he just signed his own death warrant.
Perrin began to laugh at his friend's expense, when a feeling of panic swept over him. The wolves voices echoed through out his brain. Run, brother. Something comes. Perrin fought down the urge to sprint away. Sending his mind out, he locating the nearest wolf. What is it brother? What is coming? The reply he got was filled with intense fear. Something not right, brother. Something that does not belong. Perrin turned to Aram. "Get back to the camp. Alert the others and return with reinforcments." Aram knuckled his forehead and sprinted back towards the camp.
Turning back towards the woods, Perrin lifted his axe and ran off into the woods. Pausing for a moment to get his bearings, he saw a bright flash come about a hide to his left. When he got there, all he saw was a tree cut clean down the middle. Walking over, he examined the cut. The wood was smooth and slightly warm. He grimaced. What did this must have been using the one power. Probaly a portal. The only ones he knew of who could do that were Asha'man, Forsaken, and Rand, none of whom he was estatic to see.
Gripping his axe handle tighter, he sniffed the air, searching for the channlers scent. Instead, he found a unfamiliar scent, slightly behind him. Who ever it was, they were younger then him, but slightly past the age of consent, with the smell of a person who spent a lot of time in a place with other people, maybe a city. Definatly female, and perhaps sleeping. Slowly turning around, he began to stalk towards the source of the scent.
Lying on the ground was a blue-haired girl. She was wearing a white shirt, decorated with an odd assortment of blue ribbons and ruffles, that was tight at the bodice and lacked sleeves. A tiara of made out of gold with a sky blue jewel set in the middle decorated her forehead and she had the oddest shoes, ones that did not look confortable. But the most surprising thing about her was her skirt, which was a dark blue and left nothing to the imagination.
Her breathing was slow and far apart and sweer covered her body. Perrin carefully picked her up and started to walk back to camp. Who ever she was, she was obviously ill and needed attention. On the trip back, he heard her mumble something about sailors and the moon. -------------------------------------------------------------------- ---
Ami felt her slowly coming back to life as she regained conciousness. The last thing she remembered was a fight, then a blinding white light. Forcing her body to respond, she got up and looked at her new surroundings. She was in a tent, lying on a pallet. Over in the corner sat a washstand with a large bowl and a candle. She then looked down at her self. She had appairently detransformed while she was out, but besides that, she was okay. Looking to her left and right, she saw Rei and Makoto, who were still asleep. It was then that she was aware of people outside of the tent, having a conversation in english.
".don't seem to pose any threat, so we should at lest let them stay until they're set to leave." Said a women with a stern, yet considerate voice. "They can't Aes Sedi sent to spy on us, their too young." Another women with a light, playful hearty voice spoke. "How little you know, farmgirl. They could be accepted. I know the tower usually doesn't let accepted leave with out the supervision of a full sister, but I wouldn't put it past them, nowadays. They've skiddish a frog in a pan of boiling water every since Al'thor proclaimed himself. Isn't that right, Perrin?" She said the last word with a touch of sweetness in her voice. A man began to talk(actually, it was more like studdering) but was cut off by another man. This one's voice was a cross between a kindly old farmer and a drill sergant. "I wouldn't pass judgment too soon, Berelain. All we know for now is that they can somehow channel, even when unconcious, and that they released the source at the same time those strange cloths of theirs disappeared." That was accompany by a sniff from one of the women.
Ami stumbled to her feet. It seemed that who ever these people were, it would be to her benefit to introduce her self.
Walking over to the tent flap, she pushed it aside to reveal four people standing there. One was a women of a medium height and build, with dark brown hair that ended at the middle of her neck, wearing a high-necked riding dress of a light brown color. Next to her was a tall man, with a musclar build and curly brown hair, including a thick beard that covered the bottom half of his face. Across from them was another women. She was slightly taller then the first one, with light red hair and a tiara that looked like a hawk in midflight. Her dress fit very snuggly around her form, which would make super model jealous, and a neckline that had decided to go the way of the titanic. The last member of the group was a man in his middle years, with a light beard. He was dressed in an all black military uniform, with two pins, shaped like a sword and a dragon, on his collar.
"Excuse me," She began. "But could you tell me where my friends and I are?" The bearded man gave her a warm smile. "You are currently in Ghealdan, near the Mountains of Mist." He gave a bow. "Let me introduce myself. I am Perrin Aybara, of the Two Rivers. May I ask who you are." Ami returned the bow. "Please excuse my rudeness. I'm Ami Mizuno, from Tokyo." Her last words caused confusion on all of their face. The woman with the plunging neckline spoke first. "And where might that be, child?" Ami was a bit perplexed. Tokyo was one of the most famous cities in the world. "If you have a map, maybe I could show you." The women nodded. "I believe I have one in my tent. Please, come with me." The woman began to move away, followed by the others. Ami follow, thinking about her current perdicament. Ghealdan? I've never heard of that country before. Maybe we're in some backwood part of the world. Or we're in bigger trouble then I thought.
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Chibi-Usa looked down at the table of food before her and nearly drowned in her own saliva. On the table lay smoked fish, oysters, fruit, bread, cheese, and other such items. She began to woof down the food the second she was seated.
Birgitt sat down oppisate her and began to fill her plate with whatever Chibi-Usa hadn't demolished yet. "Rather improper way for a princess to eat, isn't it?" Chibi-Usa looked up to give a retort, but Birgitt held up her hand defensively. "Don't worry. Your not the first person I've seen eat like that, and you won't be the last." Chibi-Usa returned to her eating, but thought she heard the woman mumble "If I'm lucky".
A few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door. Birgitt sat up and opened it. "Good Morning, Nynaeve. As you can see, our guest seems to have regained her appatite." Chibi-Usa then heard scream. "Great bloody ashes. How under the light does anyone eat like that?!" Turning around, Chibi-Usa saw a short woman, with reddish-brown hair that was in a braid as long as Birgitt's, though a bit simpler. A braid she currently had in an iron grip, appairently ready to rip it out of her scalp. Chibi-Usa tried to put on her most innocent looking face. "I'm sorry. I was just so hungry and." She never got an opportunity to finish, any attempt for diplomacy crushed by Nynaeve's pyshcotic gaze. "You'd better be sorry! Do you know how much a meal like that costs!? And in the middle of a war, no less! I should warm your bottom for such gluttony!" Chibi-Usa felt the intense need to run at that point. Nynaeve's face adopted a look of cunning evil. Folding her arms beneath her breasts, Nynaeve looked at Chibi-Usa with cool, calculating eyes. "But I can think of much more poetic punishment for you." Nynaeve seemed to concentrate for a moment, then Chibi- Usa's bowls felt the intense need to run. As she streaked to the outhouse, Chibi-Usa thought she heard Birgitt scolding Nynaeve, referring to a person called Semirhage many times.
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The Yoger brothers were not ordinary people. Far from it. They had both been born with the natural ability to channel. Because of their remarkable and ultimitly accursed powers, they were traveling to the one place rumored to the teach them how to control and utilize saidin, the fabled Black Tower in Caemlyn.
As their cart bumped down the dusty road, Falen, the eldest, noticed a bright flash in the forest. When they went to investigate, they found a young girl, dressed in a rather revealing black and purple outfit. On her forehead was a italizized "h", giving off a faint purple glow.
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Chibi-Usa flopped down on her bed. It seemed that her meeting with that Nynaeve woman was destined to be the high point of her day.
After breakfest, the Aes Sedi had insisted on meeting her. After running an innumeral amount of what they refered to as probes, they continuely pestered her to do something they called channeling. When she told them she couldn't, they had asked her if see was questioning Nynaeve Sedi's claims. When she said she was, the Wise Women, who appairently owned the farm, became very mad at her, acting as though questioning an Aes Sedi was some sort of treason. It then continued in a cycle for the entire morning until she showed them her Senshi transformation. There was a moment of amazment among them, then they acted as though it was the most normal thing in the world! They then spent the afternoon asking her how she did.
When she had finally gotten out of that meeting, she had meet a woman named Aviendha. She appeared to be a nice, normal person, until they had gotten on the subject of that mornings incident. Aviendha had quite calmly, and with all sincerity, suggested that she let the cheifs whip her for eating so much food! Whip her!
That had been the last straw. She was going to spend the rest of the day in bed. As she settled in for a nice long rest, she heard a knock on the door. "It's open." The door openned and the Aes Sedi named Elayne entered the room. "Chibi-Usa? I'm sorry about how the others treated you this morning. You have to understand that Aes Sedi don't like things they don't understand." Chibi-Usa looked up from her pillow. "Your not going to interogate me again, are you?" She didn't try to hide the fact that she was whinning. Elayne shook her head. "No, but it think I may have a solution." Chibi-Usa gave her a hopeful look. "May I have that brooch of yours. I just want to study it." With a moan, Chibi-Usa tried to suffocate herself in her pillow. -------------------------------------------------------------------- ---
I'm running a small poll. I want to know what you think Mat Cauthon's best curse is. It can be anything from "Blood and ashes" to "Sheep swallop and bloody buttered onions" to something you made up yourself.
E-mail: RockerStarlight@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi
Wheel of Time belongs to Robert Jordan
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Naru stared at Usagi's empty desk. They had been friends for as long as she could remember. They had laughed togather, cried together, fell in love together. But no more.
Two days ago, someone had apparently bombed the Cherry Hill Shrine. Usagi was one of the casualties.
The authorities had found no official proof that Usagi was dead, but they had found no proof that she was alive, either. It was as if Usagi was simply wiped off the map.
There was a grievance period, of course, but Naru knew that someday someone else would be sitting in that seat as if nothing happened at all. It didn't seem fair. It just didn't seem fair.
Then, as she had done so many times before over the last two day, Naru broke down crying.
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Jaichim Carridin stared at the note in his hand. An order, from Eamon Valda, that all Children of the light return to what was left of Amadicia. He had no doubt what the motive was. Ever since these "Seanchan" had shown up, many of the children had been talking about rallying all the forces of the Children of the Light and throwing their full might against the invaders. Apparently, Valda was mad enough to try it.
He was a bit confused by the Lord Captain Commander's behavior of late. His agents in the Fortress of Light gave him information on Valda's every action, and he had met the man several times himself. When Valda first took the reins of power, he seemed to by a strong, level-headed man with common sense to spare. Then, a week or so ago, the man went absolutely mad with power and obsessed with attaining glory. It was as if he had become a different overnight.
But that was an issue for another time. Now, Jaichim's biggest concern was what the up coming war meant. It was apparently quite important to his real masters. So important, they had practically ordered him to try and seize power, something he would have done himself anyway.
It had all started when he was warned in his dreams of the Seanchan invasion of Altara, three days before it had happened, giving him time to flee Ebou Dar. Then, right after he had gotten to order he now held in his hands, a myrddraal appeared in his tent and ordered him to grab as much power as possible in the coming debacle. It seemed that the shadow wanted as much influence as possible in the new world order. He smiled to himself. His oaths to the Great Lord were finally paying off.
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Perrin took a deep breath of the night air, letting it fill his lungs. The smells of the forest wafted into his nose. Noises echoed in his ears. Supreme peace was all around him.
He reached out with his mind, tentatively at first, projecting the image of a young bull with steel horns, filling in every detail down to the way he smelled. He thought it was time he introduced himself to the local population. He stood there silent for a moment, waiting for the reply. It came slowly at first, cautiously, then became firmer, forming into the image of a back of wolves. We are here, brother. He smiled. It was times like this he was happiest. When he could forget about the seals, the Dark One, the Forsaken. He sighed. Berelain.
It's not that she wasn't any help. She was able persuade the queen to give them permission to hunt the dragonsworn, and the Winged Guard she brought along provided assetance. If only she would acknowledge the fact that he was married. Or maybe just acknowledge the fact that he just didn't want to be her pretty. It disgusted him that she even used the word "pretty" to describe such a thing.
A rushling in the bushes brought him back down to earth. "Light!" He thought to himself. "Did that woman follow me out here?!" He began to run, but took a moment to sniff the air. Instead of the light, perfumed smell of Berelain sur Paendrag, he got the the familiar scent of one of his closest friends. "You can come out now, Aram. I don't need a bodyguard."
The bushes parted and out stepped Aram, former Tuatha'un and self-appointed body guard. "I'm sorry, my lord. You were going out alone and I thought you might need some protection." Aram's features lightened slightly. "Espectualy from the First of Mayene, if the one set of rumors are to be believed. Or maybe your wife, if the other set are to believed instead." Perrin shoke his head with a bemused smile. "Maybe I do need a bodyguard, Aram. If you feel you can face them both." Aram's face became pale when he said that, like a man who relized he just signed his own death warrant.
Perrin began to laugh at his friend's expense, when a feeling of panic swept over him. The wolves voices echoed through out his brain. Run, brother. Something comes. Perrin fought down the urge to sprint away. Sending his mind out, he locating the nearest wolf. What is it brother? What is coming? The reply he got was filled with intense fear. Something not right, brother. Something that does not belong. Perrin turned to Aram. "Get back to the camp. Alert the others and return with reinforcments." Aram knuckled his forehead and sprinted back towards the camp.
Turning back towards the woods, Perrin lifted his axe and ran off into the woods. Pausing for a moment to get his bearings, he saw a bright flash come about a hide to his left. When he got there, all he saw was a tree cut clean down the middle. Walking over, he examined the cut. The wood was smooth and slightly warm. He grimaced. What did this must have been using the one power. Probaly a portal. The only ones he knew of who could do that were Asha'man, Forsaken, and Rand, none of whom he was estatic to see.
Gripping his axe handle tighter, he sniffed the air, searching for the channlers scent. Instead, he found a unfamiliar scent, slightly behind him. Who ever it was, they were younger then him, but slightly past the age of consent, with the smell of a person who spent a lot of time in a place with other people, maybe a city. Definatly female, and perhaps sleeping. Slowly turning around, he began to stalk towards the source of the scent.
Lying on the ground was a blue-haired girl. She was wearing a white shirt, decorated with an odd assortment of blue ribbons and ruffles, that was tight at the bodice and lacked sleeves. A tiara of made out of gold with a sky blue jewel set in the middle decorated her forehead and she had the oddest shoes, ones that did not look confortable. But the most surprising thing about her was her skirt, which was a dark blue and left nothing to the imagination.
Her breathing was slow and far apart and sweer covered her body. Perrin carefully picked her up and started to walk back to camp. Who ever she was, she was obviously ill and needed attention. On the trip back, he heard her mumble something about sailors and the moon. -------------------------------------------------------------------- ---
Ami felt her slowly coming back to life as she regained conciousness. The last thing she remembered was a fight, then a blinding white light. Forcing her body to respond, she got up and looked at her new surroundings. She was in a tent, lying on a pallet. Over in the corner sat a washstand with a large bowl and a candle. She then looked down at her self. She had appairently detransformed while she was out, but besides that, she was okay. Looking to her left and right, she saw Rei and Makoto, who were still asleep. It was then that she was aware of people outside of the tent, having a conversation in english.
".don't seem to pose any threat, so we should at lest let them stay until they're set to leave." Said a women with a stern, yet considerate voice. "They can't Aes Sedi sent to spy on us, their too young." Another women with a light, playful hearty voice spoke. "How little you know, farmgirl. They could be accepted. I know the tower usually doesn't let accepted leave with out the supervision of a full sister, but I wouldn't put it past them, nowadays. They've skiddish a frog in a pan of boiling water every since Al'thor proclaimed himself. Isn't that right, Perrin?" She said the last word with a touch of sweetness in her voice. A man began to talk(actually, it was more like studdering) but was cut off by another man. This one's voice was a cross between a kindly old farmer and a drill sergant. "I wouldn't pass judgment too soon, Berelain. All we know for now is that they can somehow channel, even when unconcious, and that they released the source at the same time those strange cloths of theirs disappeared." That was accompany by a sniff from one of the women.
Ami stumbled to her feet. It seemed that who ever these people were, it would be to her benefit to introduce her self.
Walking over to the tent flap, she pushed it aside to reveal four people standing there. One was a women of a medium height and build, with dark brown hair that ended at the middle of her neck, wearing a high-necked riding dress of a light brown color. Next to her was a tall man, with a musclar build and curly brown hair, including a thick beard that covered the bottom half of his face. Across from them was another women. She was slightly taller then the first one, with light red hair and a tiara that looked like a hawk in midflight. Her dress fit very snuggly around her form, which would make super model jealous, and a neckline that had decided to go the way of the titanic. The last member of the group was a man in his middle years, with a light beard. He was dressed in an all black military uniform, with two pins, shaped like a sword and a dragon, on his collar.
"Excuse me," She began. "But could you tell me where my friends and I are?" The bearded man gave her a warm smile. "You are currently in Ghealdan, near the Mountains of Mist." He gave a bow. "Let me introduce myself. I am Perrin Aybara, of the Two Rivers. May I ask who you are." Ami returned the bow. "Please excuse my rudeness. I'm Ami Mizuno, from Tokyo." Her last words caused confusion on all of their face. The woman with the plunging neckline spoke first. "And where might that be, child?" Ami was a bit perplexed. Tokyo was one of the most famous cities in the world. "If you have a map, maybe I could show you." The women nodded. "I believe I have one in my tent. Please, come with me." The woman began to move away, followed by the others. Ami follow, thinking about her current perdicament. Ghealdan? I've never heard of that country before. Maybe we're in some backwood part of the world. Or we're in bigger trouble then I thought.
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Chibi-Usa looked down at the table of food before her and nearly drowned in her own saliva. On the table lay smoked fish, oysters, fruit, bread, cheese, and other such items. She began to woof down the food the second she was seated.
Birgitt sat down oppisate her and began to fill her plate with whatever Chibi-Usa hadn't demolished yet. "Rather improper way for a princess to eat, isn't it?" Chibi-Usa looked up to give a retort, but Birgitt held up her hand defensively. "Don't worry. Your not the first person I've seen eat like that, and you won't be the last." Chibi-Usa returned to her eating, but thought she heard the woman mumble "If I'm lucky".
A few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door. Birgitt sat up and opened it. "Good Morning, Nynaeve. As you can see, our guest seems to have regained her appatite." Chibi-Usa then heard scream. "Great bloody ashes. How under the light does anyone eat like that?!" Turning around, Chibi-Usa saw a short woman, with reddish-brown hair that was in a braid as long as Birgitt's, though a bit simpler. A braid she currently had in an iron grip, appairently ready to rip it out of her scalp. Chibi-Usa tried to put on her most innocent looking face. "I'm sorry. I was just so hungry and." She never got an opportunity to finish, any attempt for diplomacy crushed by Nynaeve's pyshcotic gaze. "You'd better be sorry! Do you know how much a meal like that costs!? And in the middle of a war, no less! I should warm your bottom for such gluttony!" Chibi-Usa felt the intense need to run at that point. Nynaeve's face adopted a look of cunning evil. Folding her arms beneath her breasts, Nynaeve looked at Chibi-Usa with cool, calculating eyes. "But I can think of much more poetic punishment for you." Nynaeve seemed to concentrate for a moment, then Chibi- Usa's bowls felt the intense need to run. As she streaked to the outhouse, Chibi-Usa thought she heard Birgitt scolding Nynaeve, referring to a person called Semirhage many times.
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The Yoger brothers were not ordinary people. Far from it. They had both been born with the natural ability to channel. Because of their remarkable and ultimitly accursed powers, they were traveling to the one place rumored to the teach them how to control and utilize saidin, the fabled Black Tower in Caemlyn.
As their cart bumped down the dusty road, Falen, the eldest, noticed a bright flash in the forest. When they went to investigate, they found a young girl, dressed in a rather revealing black and purple outfit. On her forehead was a italizized "h", giving off a faint purple glow.
-------------------------------------------------------------------- ---
Chibi-Usa flopped down on her bed. It seemed that her meeting with that Nynaeve woman was destined to be the high point of her day.
After breakfest, the Aes Sedi had insisted on meeting her. After running an innumeral amount of what they refered to as probes, they continuely pestered her to do something they called channeling. When she told them she couldn't, they had asked her if see was questioning Nynaeve Sedi's claims. When she said she was, the Wise Women, who appairently owned the farm, became very mad at her, acting as though questioning an Aes Sedi was some sort of treason. It then continued in a cycle for the entire morning until she showed them her Senshi transformation. There was a moment of amazment among them, then they acted as though it was the most normal thing in the world! They then spent the afternoon asking her how she did.
When she had finally gotten out of that meeting, she had meet a woman named Aviendha. She appeared to be a nice, normal person, until they had gotten on the subject of that mornings incident. Aviendha had quite calmly, and with all sincerity, suggested that she let the cheifs whip her for eating so much food! Whip her!
That had been the last straw. She was going to spend the rest of the day in bed. As she settled in for a nice long rest, she heard a knock on the door. "It's open." The door openned and the Aes Sedi named Elayne entered the room. "Chibi-Usa? I'm sorry about how the others treated you this morning. You have to understand that Aes Sedi don't like things they don't understand." Chibi-Usa looked up from her pillow. "Your not going to interogate me again, are you?" She didn't try to hide the fact that she was whinning. Elayne shook her head. "No, but it think I may have a solution." Chibi-Usa gave her a hopeful look. "May I have that brooch of yours. I just want to study it." With a moan, Chibi-Usa tried to suffocate herself in her pillow. -------------------------------------------------------------------- ---
I'm running a small poll. I want to know what you think Mat Cauthon's best curse is. It can be anything from "Blood and ashes" to "Sheep swallop and bloody buttered onions" to something you made up yourself.
E-mail: RockerStarlight@hotmail.com