Okay, I'm really hoping to continue this story and I expect that people
read it!! Well, lets write, right? LoLz that doesn't sound right...
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Chapter 1
[I]A girl with silver-black hair and teary sky blue eyes dashed down the street. She stopped to take a breath. No one could find her now... She was far away from home. Ten-year-old Tiffany Iccya was running away from home. They had always treated her badly, ever since they've adopted her from the orphanage. Ever since her parents passed away... And to think her parents and her stepparents were friends before... Well, it was time to forget the past and look to the future.
Dark storm clouds was moving in... Tiffany looked up. Uh-oh. The big fat raindrops came down. It was like the whole world was filled with sadness. So very dark... She shivered in the cold. She would defiantly not survive in this weather... She kept on walking with her head down so the rain wouldn't get into her face...
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It was almost an hour of walking... Tiffany was soaked, and she was really cold... Suddenly, she bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry!" Tiffany looked to see who it was. It was a boy about her age, with whitish hair and blue eyes, with this rod.
"It's okay," He replied. "What are you doing out here in this weather?"
"I..." Tiffany didn't want to remember it, but she was asked something. "I ran away from home..." Her eyes were cold as her hands. "My step-parents... they treat me really badly."
"I'm sorry," He said. "Maybe... you could stay at my house tonight..."
Tiffany knew she shouldn't follow strangers, but it maybe the only chance to live. "Okay," She replied slowly, and followed him. Realizing she didn't even know his name yet, or him, her name. She asked, "My name is Tiffany Iccya, what's yours?"
"Malik. Malik Ishtar."[/I]
~*Five years later*~
"Malik, we can't run away from home!" Fifteen-year-old Tiffany Iccya said. "I'm not! It's like running away from my home a second time! Besides, this place is way better than the first place I was at!"
"There are better places than here!" Malik argued. "And I'm sick of guarding the pharoh's powers! They rightfully belong to me!" Then he whispered. "I can't go without you..."
"Then I'm staying here!" Tiffany said.
Malik hesitated for a moment. But knowing that Tiffany would follow, he walked out the door.
Malik was out on his own, like he was, before Tiffany came into his life. Just as evil has he had been, too. Well... Set off for the pharoh's powers! He took another step and looked back. Tiffany was running towards him.
"You knew I couldn't [i]live[/i] witout you!" She said. "I'm comming too!"
Malik smiled. Yes, he knew. He walked away from his home, to get the pharoh's power, and [i]with[/i] Tiffany. This was going well... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope u lyk this story so far!! Review!!! ^-^
[I]A girl with silver-black hair and teary sky blue eyes dashed down the street. She stopped to take a breath. No one could find her now... She was far away from home. Ten-year-old Tiffany Iccya was running away from home. They had always treated her badly, ever since they've adopted her from the orphanage. Ever since her parents passed away... And to think her parents and her stepparents were friends before... Well, it was time to forget the past and look to the future.
Dark storm clouds was moving in... Tiffany looked up. Uh-oh. The big fat raindrops came down. It was like the whole world was filled with sadness. So very dark... She shivered in the cold. She would defiantly not survive in this weather... She kept on walking with her head down so the rain wouldn't get into her face...
~*~
It was almost an hour of walking... Tiffany was soaked, and she was really cold... Suddenly, she bumped into someone.
"I'm sorry!" Tiffany looked to see who it was. It was a boy about her age, with whitish hair and blue eyes, with this rod.
"It's okay," He replied. "What are you doing out here in this weather?"
"I..." Tiffany didn't want to remember it, but she was asked something. "I ran away from home..." Her eyes were cold as her hands. "My step-parents... they treat me really badly."
"I'm sorry," He said. "Maybe... you could stay at my house tonight..."
Tiffany knew she shouldn't follow strangers, but it maybe the only chance to live. "Okay," She replied slowly, and followed him. Realizing she didn't even know his name yet, or him, her name. She asked, "My name is Tiffany Iccya, what's yours?"
"Malik. Malik Ishtar."[/I]
~*Five years later*~
"Malik, we can't run away from home!" Fifteen-year-old Tiffany Iccya said. "I'm not! It's like running away from my home a second time! Besides, this place is way better than the first place I was at!"
"There are better places than here!" Malik argued. "And I'm sick of guarding the pharoh's powers! They rightfully belong to me!" Then he whispered. "I can't go without you..."
"Then I'm staying here!" Tiffany said.
Malik hesitated for a moment. But knowing that Tiffany would follow, he walked out the door.
Malik was out on his own, like he was, before Tiffany came into his life. Just as evil has he had been, too. Well... Set off for the pharoh's powers! He took another step and looked back. Tiffany was running towards him.
"You knew I couldn't [i]live[/i] witout you!" She said. "I'm comming too!"
Malik smiled. Yes, he knew. He walked away from his home, to get the pharoh's power, and [i]with[/i] Tiffany. This was going well... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope u lyk this story so far!! Review!!! ^-^