Fire Fox: Ohhhhhh. I don't feel so good.
Factoid- I told you not to pig out on the chicken stirps.
Fire Fox- But they looked so good. They were all golden brown and juicy and just so chickeny.
Factoid- Well it is just your own fault. Now you have to write on your story with an upset stomach.
Fire Fox (grumbling)- That's not the only thing that is going to be upset.
Factoid- What's that?!
Fire Fox- Nothing.
Factoid- I see no one said you weren't frigid. The fact that you consider the "mushy" parts garbage just proves you are frigid. Besides, only frigid ppl laugh while watching the Titanic for the first time.
Fire Fox (stares wide eyed at Factoid)- Were did you hear that? No Factoid don't tell them!!
Factoid- M told me that at the part where the Titanic is sinking. You know the part where some unknown dude fell off the top of the boat onto the peeler and bounced. Someone busted out laughing. They were the only person laughing in the entire theater. M was so embarrassed.
Fire Fox- (hangs her head down) It's true. But if you listen really carefully you can hear a "ping" sound. It's not like it was a real person. M has never gone to the movies with me since.
Factoid- Can't you ever be serious?
Fire Fox- Why take life seriously? It's not like its permanent. Besides you are lucky we aren't rooming together at camp again. Then again bears can't die thrice, can they?
Factoid- You didn't! *knows Fire Fox to well* Don't worry Teddy Dearest I'll save you! I swear Fire Fox you had better not hung him again.
Author's note: It was just so fun the first time I thought I would do it again. Well. Since no one said how "un-frigid" like my last chapter was, I gotta try again. Thanks a lot guys!
Disclaimer: The devil came to me last night and asked what I wanted in exchange for my soul. I still can't believe I said a box of extra crispy chicken. Stupid cravings.
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NOW
THE FIREFOX HURRIEDLY PRESENTS:
THE PROPHECY OF THE ZOIDS
Chapter Five Continued: Mists of Memories
"Yes, they are so far away that the light is just now reaching Zi. Long after they are dead, their light still shines. I am sure there is some good moral in this, but I am content to leave it unlearned."
Andrea beyond the town into the mists, a sad realization hit her hard. She squinted hard at the mists again. She had ran so hard and long, yet here it was just as if she hadn't even tried.
"It's kind of ironic, Ravin," she said slowly.
"What is?"
"I came to this city to forget my past, yet here it is waiting for me. I should have realized why I didn't remember this particular region to well. 'Neblina' what a pretty name; it means mists, ya know," Andrea put her elbows on the railing and her head in her arms.
"It's ironic because I ran so hard from my past only to run head on to my past."
"What are you talking about?" asked a worried Ravin. Shadow walked up to the pair to see what was making Andrea so serious.
"Perhaps Shadow could tell you," said Andrea. "Or should I say Ri-ue."
Shadow howled at his former name like a wolf howling at the moon upon being set free.
"Of course I recognized you, Ri-ue. Recognized you from the start," to Ravin she said, "Do you see that mist out there? It is not mist, at least the kind you know. Back in the day, it really had no name. No one could ever put a name to it. The normal folk believed that it killed the person it touched. But it is not true."
"What is it then?"
"I am getting to that part. I mean you can't interrupt a girl when she is narrating. You are so inconsiderate, Ravin," she play snapped at him.
"I am so sorry," said Ravin rolling his eyes, "please, pray, go on."
"They thought it was instant death to go out to it, because those who did never returned. A fact often overlooked is the fact is its reputation. No sane person would go out into the middle of nowhere to meet a 'thing' unless they had a death wish. I suppose it did kill the people, but not in the way most imagined," Andrea smiled to herself, "simply put, it shows you the past, your past."
"What is so bad about that?"
"Its hard to explain really. It is a kind of…shall we say 'magic' for lack of a better term. It recreates your past not your whole past, mind you, just scenes. Scenes of your most treasured memories, haunted nightmares, and realities appear to you again as real as the moon and stars.
"Think Ravin, what type of person would want to commit suicide? One who is tired of living, one who life has became too much of a burden, one who is trying to forget something so badly that death is the only hope. These were the kind of people who ran to Mists. It's no wonder that no one ever returned, at least sane. It is the greatest irony and metaphor: even in death you can't escape your past."
"How do you know all this," asked an anxious Ravin.
"Do you really have to ask after seeing Cold Fire? I wanted nothing to do with anything after… I should have realized."
"If we leave now…"
"No Ravin, there is no escape from our past. It has already caught my scent. It comes baying at our doors. We can't escape it. It won't be just me to get caught up in the mist, though."
"Me?"
"Everyone in the town."
"Why is it coming back after so many years of not existing?"
"Do you really have to ask? I swear Ravin, if you keep asking these stupid questions, I shall think you as dense as Van."
"Van," Ravin said under his breath.
"Yes Van, he could be portrayed to you. You must understand. However real it may seem, it is only the past. Don't forget that. It is over. You are not alone anymore," Andrea felt she could not stress this enough to Ravin.
She felt he didn't fully appreciate the power of the mist. She had seen it warp the strongest, bravest of men who underestimated it. And she figured Ravin's past wasn't something he looked forward to reliving again. As long as I am, Ravin, you will not be alone.
Andrea went back inside to change and watch some television. Ravin soon followed. He was shaken by Andrea's talk of the mist, but if what she said was true, then there was nothing he could do. But what really frightened him was the fact she knew so much about it. He feared it might force her back into the state he had found her in. And for all her faults Ravin preferred Andrea to Cold Fire. And there was another thing he had been wanting to talk to her about ever since Shadow told Ravin how she had meet Van. Shadow had said Andrea thought Van was amusing. And just what is amusing supposed to mean?
"So Andrea what did you think of Van," Ravin asked in a sort of roundabout way as he sat next to her on the couch.
"He was amusing. I kept in visualizing the duct tape over his mouth. Why do you ask?"
"No, reason."
Andrea soon fell asleep while watching the television. Ravin looked over at the girl, she looked so sweet in her sleep, well if he pretended he didn't know her. With more gentleness and lovingness then he would ever show her while awake, he picked her up off the couch and placed her fondly on the bed. Only secure in the fact that Andrea was a very, very sound sleeper, he bent over and gave her a gentle kiss (a\n- awe how sweet, I would even say very un-frigid like 0.~).
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Andrea was sitting sideways on a chair with her legs over one of the chairs arms and her back up against the other out by the swimming pool reading a book, while Shadow\Mauve was swimming around in the pool. Andrea was so entranced by the book that she didn't notice Ravin come up in front of her. He grabbed her legs and pushed her around so she was sitting in the chair the "normal way".
"Hey, this is kind comfy. Yes, it is nice."
"That's the way you are supposed to sit in a chair."
"Oh that explains the looks I got when I went into the restaurant," Andrea said jokingly. Ravin smiled at her joke.
"How long do you think till the mist reach here?"
"I don't know," Andrea shrugged, "They will come when they come, I suppose."
Andrea could tell by the look on Ravin's face that her answer did not please him. She sighed and put her book down, carefully marking the page she was on with a piece of scrap paper.
"Very well," Andrea said while signaling to Mauve that she wanted him. "Mauve fly me up about ten feet pass the hotel's roof, would ya?"
Ravin held his breathe as Shadow fly up into the sky with Andrea on his back. He knew that Shadow would be careful, but a sigh of relief escaped from him when Andrea jumped off of Shadow.
"It should arrive in about fifteen minutes.
"Hey Ravin, wanta here a joke. It's funny."
"No."
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The mists rolled into the town as if time didn't matter. It got its name from the mists it resembled but was nothing like them. It could smell her presence here, and she was all it wanted. Another was with her, he smelled interesting too.
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"It's here," Andrea said soberly. She went and stood by Ravin.
"Remember its already past, what's done is done. I am here with you and Shadow. Don't forget that, Ravin, you are not alone," she said to herself as much as Ravin. She couldn't help but shudder at the thought of reliving her past. She didn't want to remember. She didn't know if she was strong enough to stand against the storm of history. She shuddered at the thought of seeing them again. Luckily, she could blame her shuddering on the wind.
"Scared?" Ravin asked as he felt her shivering by his side.
"No, the wind is cold," she said. Ravin put his arm around her to protect her from the wind, not believing a single word she had said (a\n- oh, I think this is very un-frigid like).
"Fine, I am terrified of the prospect of revisiting my past, but at least this time I am not alone. I have Shadow, Ravin, and if I am not mistaken Irvine at my side. Though I think curiosity has brought Irvine to my side more than loyalty. But he will amuse the mists, so let him live, Ravin. Besides I recall an old saying from my day- 'curiosity killed the cat'."
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I ran past the corridors of the senior students thinking that I just had to see the Emergence this time. Last time I had kitchen duty, which had prevented me from attending. Apparently Corbet had gotten his Ri-ue to spy on me, and informed Headmaster Packertte of my "wrong-doings". Its not like he is Mr. Perfect. Just you wait, Corbet. And the worst part was that while I was connecting with the dirty pots and pans, Corbet had gotten himself a familiar at the Emergence.
--I agree with you. Corbet is far from perfect. He often forgets to give me special treats for being his. I follow all of his instructions to the letter, why he could never ask for a better familiar.--
"Of course he couldn't, my midnight beauty. And you follow his instructions perfectly, except when it comes to me," I smiled to the black creature appearing overhead. Ri-ue was my small revenge on Corbet. Ri-ue was supposed to follow only Corbet's orders, but the creature had a special liking for me and did what I asked him to do. He always does it, which is more than Corbet can say.
--If you were mad at me, who would brush me with that nice brush you keep 'specially for me?--
"So true, by the way, why are you here?" I asked the creature who had settled itself on my shoulder. I didn't have to ask knowing Corbet. Just thinking of the boy makes me mad. How I loathed even the mention of his name. My friends being the astute people they were, picked this up quick and lorded it over me as the ultimate comeback to my jokes. Ashley was by far the worst. She had the never to try to 'hook up' Corbet and me every chance she got. Last year she had asked Corbet to the Emergence dance on my behalf. I was algal at her nerve. Fortunately Corbet had to take care Ri-ue that night and was spared having to give Ashley an answer.
--To make sure you are not breaking out of kitchen duty to see the Emergence. He thinks you might break out this year to see it.--
"I should of known he had something up his sleeve when he didn't bust me for that 'thing'. Waiting till the Emergence to bust me for something I didn't even do! He knew this is the last year I can get a familiar, and to connect with one I have to be there. How I hate your devious master Ri-ue!"
--Yes, he is devious, but you still have me. And you should have been better on guard, you know him to well to trust him. By the way, I don't think he trusts me anymore with matters concerning you, so he might be at Emergence grounds. So keep your eyes open.--
"Thanks for the tip. But try as he might, he will never find me among the crowd," I barely managed to say. I then realized that perhaps I was somewhat out of shape and shouldn't have slept in on morning exercises. I crept through the crowd, making sure to blend in with everyone.
"Do you see Corbet anywhere?"
--No.--
Just than I stopped, I saw the candidates getting picked by different familiars. They, like snowflakes, never looked the same. Each one was different- to suit their master. I saw the smiles, heard cries for joy, an indescribable emotion on some people's faces as they meet their new life partners.
I heard some people laughing, so went over to where the laughter sounded from after having made sure Corbet was nowhere in the vicinity.
I saw that the crowd was a group of boys known for their bruteness towards the weak and dull. I hated them and their ways, which was the reason I had kitchen duty from now till graduation. Still I was curious as to what they where laughing at so I made my way over to them. I was aghast at what I saw; they were torturing a baby familiar. The poor creature couldn't find its master and was distressed enough without have the idiots tormenting the poor thing.
It was a fox looking thing with huge triangular ears and green-gray wings. The poor cub's ears where so huge, the thing was tripping over them trying to get away from the oafs. Its body was mainly yellow, however, it had red flaps on the top of each ear and blue hair fraying from each ear. It was one of the oddest familiars I had ever seen. Yet I felt sorry for the poor thing as Beng and his friend pulled the feathers out of its wings.
It was amazing, most familiars didn't last over five minutes if it didn't find its master right away, but this one had stayed around for at least ten searching for its master. I had never encountered such persistence among familiars. They often lived only for the moment, not thinking of conscientious of their actions. That's why they had masters. What was even more amazing was this was only a baby one.
"Leave the poor thing alone, you inane fools," I said as I pushed myself through the crowd, sweeping up the crying thing into my hands.
~~What took you so long?~~ demanded a voice.
I looked down at the creature she was holding.
~~I have been waiting for at least half a century. Now feed me!~~
I gazed into the intelligent eyes looking up at her. I knew I would never be lonely again, without an advocator, or without someone to see through the smoke and only see me.
Ri-ue flew down on her shoulder and peered at the strange thing in my arms. He was glad I had found my own.
~~Who is that?~~
--I am the one she brushes everyday. I am also Corbet's Ri-ue. Andrea, you will still brush me now that you have her.
I smiled at the worried tone of Ri-ue.
"Of course my midnight love," and on seeing the familiar getting angry, "along with Ryoko, my golden beauty."
"He is not 'your' midnight love'," said a voice over her shoulder.
"Hello, Corbet," I said while getting up from off the ground, "And that's what you think."
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Andrea was back again with Ravin and the others. They all stood looking at her.
"I was Corbet," said Ravin. "I never imagined it would be anything like that. I mean I saw and did everything he did. I can't explain it."
"Of course you can't. Now you understand why it was feared."
"I was the one called Ri-ue. It was amazing. Do you miss her?" asked Irvine.
"Infinitely."
"Is she dead?" asked Ravin.
"No just waiting for me," Andrea looked around. "It seems that we now have time before the next 'wave' hits. Which is the fastest way out of the city?"
"East is the shortest distance," said Irvine.
"Who wants to lead?" asked Andrea.
"I will," said Ravin.
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"Roooaaaarrr," screamed Shadow with such ferocity that I had turned his head to see what the organoid was doing. I had never heard Shadow sound so…intense, even in the battles with Van. Before I could say anything Shadow took off to who knows where. Perturbed at Shadow's strange behavior, I sat back down and concentrated on my meal. Before I realized it, I was reliving my last battle with Van.
How I hate Van and his love for everything zoid. Van was an idiot who had lucked out in the battle. He was a pathetic loser who didn't know how to use a zoid right. What I could not figure out was how he had beaten me. The battle was going my way, his zoid was still no match for Shadow and me. When it had seemed like the battle was over, he came out of nowhere to beat my Genosaurer and me. I couldn't believe I had lost to Van and that blonde headed girl. I had been barely able to salvage the Genosaurer. I drifted further into my thoughts of Van and the past, not eating or anything, just letting my hate consume me. Then I heard a dull thud on the ground followed by Shadow.
"Shadow where have you been?"
As an answer to its master's question, the black organoid dropped the now comatose girl on the sandy ground.
"Rggggg." (To get something.)
I turned around to see what weapon or component for the Genosaurer Shadow had brought me. It was not a weapon at all.
"What is it?" I asked not sure as to why Shadow had brought it to me.
"Rooaggghh." (A girl.)
"I know it's a girl, but why did you bring it to me?" I asked as I walked over to the girl. Her most striking feature was her thick auburn, now cover with sand and debris. Even with all that auburn hair, she wasn't exactly what I considered beautiful or pretty, so why had Shadow brought this thing to me?
I was about to get a better look at the girl to see if she had any special marking that spoke of money. So I could ransom her back to her family, but just as I was about to touch the girl: Shadow jumped between it and me. Shadow hunkered down and bared his teeth to me.
"What the crap, Shadow?" I yelled. Shadow had always been dedicated to my wants alone. I was already mad at Shadow for bringing this thing to camp, but now I was seriously about to severely reprimand him and demand his reasons for bringing it here. Then I noticed that she was stirring. She slowly lifted herself to a standing position. She was about five foot five. She shook the sand and debris out of her hair. She turned to look at me. I involuntarily stepped back. I had never seen such cold, frozen eyes before, especially from a girl.
Those dark brown stared into my soul it seemed like. Those eyes held no fear of anything, not even death or me. They seemed to almost invite death to them, as if life held no more meaning to them. She seemed to laugh at my futile life, my soul through those eyes. She laughed at my victories, defeats, goals, and dreams. Saying it was all a waste, that I was a waste. I couldn't aruge with those cold, frigid eyes-only stare into them. They held wasteland and paradises in them that I could only glimpse at in this world. Such eyes would make Satan shiver in Hell.
"Who are you?" I asked accusingly after I recovered myself from her eyes.
The girl smiled malevolently, mocking my ignorance. I wanted to slap the girl, but couldn't with Shadow standing between it and me.
"There once was a time when the strongest warriors shrank to sniveling babies crying for their mothers at my presence. People ran from my shadow. But that was in the past, perhaps the current people need to have a history lesson?" questioned the girl with a sideways tilt of her head. "Only the richest and most powerful could afford to hire me, yet even my employers were not safe from my blood-lust. I exist solely to extinguish the fire of life. I am Cold Fire."
"Roooooooaaaaaaaarrrrrrr!" cried Shadow. I gave him a questioning glance. He had never shown regard for anyone save me. What was she, for clearly she was anything but human? And why had Shadow brought her to me?
"Hmph. Your pretty speech does not move me. I think it is just all talk. I have never met a strong girl, and I don't recall any Cold Fire from my history lesson. I was a particularly astute student, too," I replied with more confidence than I felt. She seemed full of herself, probably not half as bad as she says.
"I cannot be blamed for your ignorance."
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"I remembered my first meeting with you," Ravin said stupidly.
Ravin expected a cutting remark from Andrea about his stating the obvious, but was surprised to hear nothing from her. Ravin ventured a look at the girl, her brows where furrowed as if she couldn't understand something. He was about to ask her what was wrong when Irvine gasped for air. He hadn't breathed since the mists had faded.
"I was you, Andrea," panted Irvine.
"You were Cold Fire, yes. She is a part of Ravin's past, so it was always a possibility for you to be her," said Andrea in a blank voice.
"It was nothing like I have ever experienced or thought to…"
"Yes, I know," she said looking up to Irvine with desolate eyes, pleading for him to stop.
"One thing I don't understand is why weren't you Cold Fire?" asked Irvine.
Andrea shrugged, "Who understands the mist? It does not care who gets the parts as long as all the important parts are filled. Maybe it has its reasons for re-playing certain events in our lives, allowing people to experience the same experience through other people's eyes, but who can say?"
"Who's going to lead?" asked Irvine, "Since it seems that whoever is in the lead has to relive their past. I think I should since you two already have."
Ravin was more than pleased to allow Irvine lead, but Andrea wasn't.
"No, I should lead. The mist is here because of me, so if we are to get out of the mists it must first satisfy its curiosity of me."
They had been venturing for a while when Ravin decided to ask Andrea something.
"Do you know what 'scene' you are going to relive?"
"I don't know, but I have a guess of what it will be," said Andrea. She surprised Ravin further by going on, "It will probably be my last memory before I met you and Shadow, I think. But you could go insane trying to figure out the mists."
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It was dusk when the wayward sound finally reached my ears. The humidity was so thick; you could feel the air around you. This was the kind of day where all you could do was nothing. The steamy music stirred about me, calling me. So I followed the hot melodies, like a fox following a scent of amusement, only to find myself in a barren café. I found an empty table and ordered some water. I don't know why I had picked a fight with every one this week, but I did. Perhaps it was the weather.
I sat listening to the jazz for a while. How I loved the untamed notes that sprang forth from the instruments. Jazz was something different, not calmly composed like classical music but not passionate like the turbulent chants. I sat listening to the sultry tones of the saxophone and others.
The saxophone, itself, seemed to speak of my soul. Belonging to neither brass nor woodwind, yet both. I loved the clammy pitches that arose from its bell. Belonging to nothing, wild and spontaneous, yet following the rhythms of the pack. How I wished I were something wild, now. So I could leave the affairs of the human world and trust them to sort out themselves.
The bloody, savagery music thickened in the already oppressive spring air. My hair felt damp against my back. I could hear the mountains calling me in all their majesty, beckoning to me as if I were a wild fox. But perhaps I was. I didn't know what I was any more. All I knew was that the tempestuous melodies of saxophone kept me in the here and now. Instead of off chasing the storms of my fancy, I was listening. I felt myself melt into the ever-changing music.
The saxophone man put down his instrument and trotted over to me. His movement reminded me of the wolves I had seen in the forest.
"So my little Steppenfox has found her way into the city, has she?" he growled.
"I take it you mean Steppenwolf. The wolf of the Steppes who wondered into the life of the herd and the streets of the town. I never thought of myself that way before, but I guess it fits."
"Except you are no wolf, but a fox," he whined. "Now that I know what to call you, what should you call me?"
"Perhaps the Music Man?" I usually didn't play games with strange men, but it was the spring. I always felt restless, reckless during the spring. I was a dangerous person in the spring.
"Good enough, my Steppenfox. So what brings you hear this night?"
"The spring."
"You are a windswept little tempest in the spring, I can tell. You brake things in the spring, and are volatile," said the Music Man.
"Am I really that vaporous?"
"Yes, yet you did not come alone. I see a set of eyes watching you from the distance."
"I know he follows me everywhere and I allow him too. It makes the charade all the more interesting. I am not supposed to be here. You see, Music Man, I am the type of fox that likes to be watched," I said in airless tones.
I have talked with the Music before, each time we go through the game of giving each other names. More often than not, he calls me his Steppenfox. I couldn't tell why, but he does. I loved to hear his voice. In its dark tones held the promise of excitement and wonder. Telling me things far more than words could ever convey and yet far less. I always came to the café in the spring and summer months, but not in the winter or fall. The café and its music was something unknown to me, which is what I desired most during the waking months of spring and inhalation of summer. I couldn't stay away if I tried. I was drunk on the nectar of risk. But mainly the Music Man and his jazz kept me from going off.
How I loved his voice. At times he would speak in a barely a murmur, only to make me lean closer to him. His voice held false promises, promises I knew weren't true. But I listened to him anyway.
"Some people say my voice has a special quality to it, some claim they are addicted to it," he seemed to pluck the thoughts from the bloom of my mind, "what do think?"
"It sounds of money," I replied as I looked at his golden instrument that lie on the table. I could see my face in its key and curves. A million keys, a million me's, which one was the truth?
"Perhaps they all are," he answered, again, my unspoken pleas, "Yes, perhaps they all are a different truth." He knew my soul, my mind, my being.
"Perhaps you could better answer your questions in the light?" he asked, again testing me. For what he tested me, I did not know. I didn't even know myself that spring.
"Light can conceal as well reveal. Yes light can hide things as easily as the dark. Half-truths are as dangerous as knowing nothing," I continued to follow him deeper and deeper into his game. But a part of me murmured that it was no longer a game that could be put away easily. I had followed the Music Man to far into the forest to return.
He smiled as if my answers pleased him.
"In your beliefs you are as firm as the rock, yet the wind resides in you too. You know all you need to know save a few important questions."
"What are those questions?" I asked continuing to follow him down his wooded path.
"Simply three questions remain: first, why? Second, of what? And Third, the most important of them all, in this question lies the need, want, and much, much more: Who?"
No, my heart raced, my eyes widened. I renounce you and your world Music Man. I renounce all that is mine my mind screamed. I had followed him to far in his twisted world. Any further and I wouldn't have been able to escape. I stood up and ran out of the café. I ran from his money filled voice, his wild music, his golden saxophone with the many faces, and his dark eyes playing with my thoughts. I ran from everything. I had come to close to his spider wed world, and almost got caught in its beautiful strands.
I ceased to run from him, I simply ran. For in that moment the need outweighed the want. The ropes of my binding where broken in that moment. I ran to the ageless forest with its language that I understood. The language of the wind, water, and animals. Not the language of strange men who appeared out of the darkness, or the language of those simple complex questions he asked.
I renounce all that is mine.
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Ravin and Irvine looked around. They were puzzled at the abrupt ending of the wave, only to see Andrea on the ground.
Ravin bent down to look at Andrea.
"She is only unconscious," he breathe a sigh of relief. He picked her up in his arms determined to get out of this 'mist' even if he had to carry her.
"Roarrr," Shadowed alerted Ravin to someone else's presence.
She seemed made of the nothing but the heavens and sky. Her long hair was a pale blue with streaks of purple in it. She had great smoldering eyes. She moved like smoke over water. She was the personification of the mist.
"She had to remember her past. For she is her past, do you understand? The ropes that binded her back then, no longer bind her now," the banshee said in silvery tones. She looked sadly down at the cataleptic girl.
The mists began to swirl and emit a strange light around Andrea. A small golden ring with a amethyst shield with a crest of a golden fox creature appeared.
"A parting gift for the girl. Tell her if the forest isn't what she needs the mist waits. You will find your friends just outside. Now that she has remembered, you are free to go."
Irvine walked swiftly out, wanting to be caught up in the 'madness' no more. The strange girl turned her face to Ravin. Poor boy, the specter thought, the spring will claim more than Andrea this time.
Andrea started to stir in Ravin's arms. Ravin could only look at the spirit in her ghostly beauty.
"Go now Ravin, for time is short. But don't forget. Take you and my friend out of this place."
"Your friend?"
"We have all changed since our school days," she cried. "Some more than others."
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Andrea felt the spring calling her, but this time she knew it wasn't just the spring. Something waited for her at the fall.
Full in this knowledge, Andrea still felt the winds tug at her spirit as well as her hair. She knew that the game had begun. Phiona was done waiting.
The spring had finally come and what had binded her last time had died along ago. She ran with the need of something wild and with the urgency of not being able to look back. Her ribs ached with pain, unused to run so far and fast. All she knew was that she had to get away. She collapsed on the soft sand and gulped down the air like a beast does to water after being trapped in the arid wasteland.
"Rooaarrrr."
"Hello, Shadow."
"Roaarrrrr?"
"You always knew this day would come, the spring can be stopped more than the night or death."
"Rggggggg."
"Sometimes love is not enough."
She got up, unable to look at Shadow for fear of someone else starring back at her and ran.
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Fire Fox- Factoid isn't here now she has some business to attend too. I wonder when the mail arrives * looks down at a teddy bear missing an ear and smiles evilly*?
Ravin- You are ransoming your best friend's teddy bear? That is so evil. I like your style.
Fire Fox- Hey look I have twenty dollars more than I thought. *pondering* Now where did I get this from? Maybe the basketball team, baseball team, band, drama club, newspaper, or golf guys?
Ravin- How can you say such a thing after this chapter?! You cheap little whore!
Fire Fox- No that's not it. *a small candle lights over her head* NOW, I remember. *blushes* You know Ravin, I have been thinking that Hiltz person really isn't so bad (at least not in bed^_^") I know he tried to kill you but.. Wait just one second, I am not CHEAP.
Ravin- How dare you!!!
Fire Fox- Oh but its okay for you? How stupid do you think I am? I can read other ppl's chapters. Just try to explain to me about Kala, Robyn, the hussy Reiss, and that crack whore Fiona. I don't want to even go into some of the others. Hummm. I am waiting.
Ravin-?
Fire Fox- Oh look I got my first Flame. Wow. I like fire. Fire pretty: burns.
Ravin- *grumbling* Its not the same thing.
Fire Fox- Oh, and to all you people who are Reiss\Ravin fans. Don't expect me to write one. I have to have Ravin for myself!!!!!! Bwhahahaha.
Ravin- (sweat drops) I can't believe you! Grrrr.
Fire Fox- *aside* That'll teach some one to go spread his self around like peanut butter. *out loud* Thanks for all yall marvelous people who read and review. I just love ya, well not as much as Ravin, but you catch my drift. The HURRIEDLY part on the top is because I will be leaving for the six week school\prison camp this Sunday and won't be able to update till it is over most likely. So while I am there I will outline my next chapters. I know how dorky to go to school camp\prison during the summer. But, hey, it will look great on college applications. So plz review some more. As always, I luv Ravin and my fic. See ya.
