My writer's block is almost off of this story and I'm happily continuing
it. Either than that, I'm drawing. Oh yeah, I drew a pic of Riesz with my
mouse! * muah * If you want to see it's at www.mediaminer.org
Or you can reach it here,
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=109513
I'm still improving, my scanner is broken.... * sniff * Okay, no more complaining about a dead scanner
Please read and review! Love ya all lots!
~*~
Strange happenings
Lost.
The tired figure feebly meandered about the multihued fantasy of colors; combining together in one spirited portrait that man can only dream of capturing. The gallant overcast heavens loomed ominously in its rule at night. Its million eyes shimmered dazzlingly upon the heavy summer tension invisibly flowing through the festivities. Imprisoning its sibling in its sleep, the watcher of darkness conceitedly glowed in its full manifestation to present to those who gaze up at its splendid form. The forlorn maiden halted to an abrupt stop and raised her frail face to look around the foreign area.
Alone.
The blurred surroundings disturbed her. Everything felt distressingly unclean, contaminated. What was this sensation that tainted her train of thought? Images, disturbing and memorable scenes only her mind's eyes can depict exploded in a short movie, showing to her unwilling imagination; morbid illustrations of slaughter and death. What were these memories? They were not hers'.
Afraid.
Her mind suddenly went completely blank. The frightening visions stopped. All was quiet. She felt herself quaver and her lips continually make slight motions. Her fingers felt numb, her knees buckled and felt her eyes gradually gained weight and threatened to veil her sapphire eyes.
Voices. Screaming. Her name.
She quickly covered her mouth to stifle her incoming scream. Looking around, she found everyone was busy at his or her own business than to stop and gawk at her strange actions.
What was happening?
Carelessly pushing through the population of the Artonian kingdom, she made her way into a dimly lit alley where the smell of garbage and waste overwhelmed the air.
~* Riesz... *~
That voice; so cold and steely.
~* don't try to escape... *~
Alien to her ears, yet familiar to her mind.
~* your demise. *~
Darkness. It was all dark.
The clicking heels of boots reverberated throughout the stony wet allies of the festivals. It was the only place where the beatific light held no passage to the murky depths to the immoral place.
A great place where evil lurked around the shadows of every unlit corner.
The figure stopped in front of the fallen amazoness.
"Like I said the misguided soul before this night," Blood eyes burned through the darkness and its sparkle snickered of sin, "only the strong and protected survive in this world." Lance kneeled down and watched her beauty from his perspective and grinned of his malevolent smile.
"And, where is your wind Riesz?"
~*~
In the early morning light, the tempestuous wind, sadistically thrashed rancorously against the majestic windows that protected the thriving population dwelling under the imperial crown of the towering castle. The sturdy glass shuttered viscously, crying out in shrieks of abhorrent and fear-provoking melodies. The unforgiving gale brutally whipped its death bringing tail once more against the century old structure. It's howl held anger and demise and its inhuman strength ripped the earth of its clothes.
The pure droplets of heavenly water plunged heavily towards the earth and struck the defenseless soil ground and small houses mercilessly. Alarmed citizens of the mighty kingdom, fearing for their own safety dodged for cover sensing deep within their blood that the outburst of nature was just at its start.
The lukewarm air altered to an icy arctic atmosphere in mere seconds as the circular raindrops solidified and turned into hostile blocks of frost. The hailstones descended, striking houses violently and callously, ruining whatever fragile thing left vulnerable to an assault from the environment.
The soft-feathered quill abruptly released from the user's firm grip, for the fingers that held the stem of the writing utensil were uncontrollably trembling. The hand of the young man reached out to still the shaky one from moving. It was really irritating and distracting his composed and passive thoughts from thinking and going thoroughly through the back of his head. But by observing and lifting his hands off the table, he had found that his right hand was not trembling at all; it was the mahogany table. The stirring noise drew his attention to the ink, which wobbled and clumsily danced in a circular movement until it toppled over and rolled as the tremor grew. The dark black liquid escaped from its prison forming a stream of dark fluid running awkwardly down partial bits of the paper and the old surface of the smooth table.
The man picked the object that held the ink up and placed it back on its original position but once again, it disobeyed the man's wishes to stay put. It stumbled and landed on the ground, much to the man's disappointment and frustration.
He shifted his body to the left to look at his companion who was uneasily trying to withstand holding her position on the feathered bed without falling.
"Duran! What the heck is going on?" Angela screamed. She gripped tighter to the satin sheets on the bed and tried to hold on, but the tremble grew more vigorous.
The knight ran over to the young woman who suddenly fell off the bed inelegantly, and kneeled before her. Without a second thought, he covered her body with his own, sheltering her from any harm and ignoring her curvy figurine underneath him.
"Duran..."
"Stay still." His serious tone of voice spoke and silenced the woman. He lifted his head and scanned the room for any sturdy furniture they could fit under to insure their safety from this sudden quake. But he found if they moved from their uncomfortable position at the moment, they would be in more danger than they were now.
"Just pray that the goddess will end this soon." He whispered and rested his head on her naked, smooth shoulders. Angela felt her heart jump at the closeness and moved her hands to the man's chest and rested it there, ready to push him off when all of this was done. She was use to him being near her, but not use to such nearness.
The rumbling stopped. Luckily it was only a slight tremor of sorts.
The large wooden doors creaked open and standing at the doorway was the young beastman. He came in with a worried expression and stood there in surprise at his comrades. He blushed and cleared his throat, diverting his eyes and thoughts from catching his friends like this at such an awkward moment.
"I'm glad you guys are all right." Kevin said, and blushed a deeper shade of red than before.
Angela noticed his face and hastily pushed Duran off of her and stood up.
"It's not what you think! And stop blushing before your head turns into a tomato!" Angela furiously scolded him and marched out of the room leaving the two men together.
"You shouldn't be thinking of such things." Duran said while brushing his shirt and pants of any dirt that fell on him.
"Can't blame me from position you two were in."
Silence.
"I'm... going to go now."
.::***::.
Sun peeked through the transparent curtains and kissed the soft skin of the young woman who laid in a peaceful slumber. Her closed eyes twitched from the light and she shifted in her position on the bed.
A hand reached out and gently shook her. Rocking her in sleep until she couldn't find the will to sleep anymore. She opened her eyes and was momentarily blinded by the rays of the sunlight.
When her vision came back to her, a raven-haired girl with violet eyes stared back at her in an intense stare. Riesz observed the young woman in front of her, and noticed and scar on the bottom left side of her face. Her long flowing hair was tied back, and she seemed to be someone she knew.
She knew this girl but who was she?
"Riesz. Get out of the castle while you still can!" Her worried voice warned the bewildered amazoness.
"If you want to protect your kingdom... and your life..."
.::***::.
Riesz woke up abruptly and bumped her head against someone's. She opened her eyes and saw her little brother sitting on her and rubbing his forehead. When she looked around, she saw Lance and Charlotte standing around her bed.
"Charlotte was worried! There was an earthquake and we couldn't get into Riesz's room!" The little girl said, her concerned expression only made the childlike characteristics of the girl even more adorable.
"There was an earthquake?" Riesz asked in puzzlement.
"Yeah, there was. But I couldn't get into your room until it was over. The whole kingdom was ripped apart by the sudden storm. The most weirdest thing was that nothing in this room was damaged or anything." Lance remarked and looked around the clean and tidy surroundings again.
"What am I doing on my bed? Wasn't I at the festival?" Riesz asked. She brought her hands towards her forehead and closed her eyes to recollect anything that might of happened to her at the celebration but she could not commemorate anything except for that incident with Hawkeye.
Her eyes became teary without her knowledge until Lance wiped them away with a handkerchief.
"Don't cry," He smiled, "it shows vulnerability. And I was the one who found you on the streets. You fell asleep."
Riesz stared up at the sincere prince and slightly gave him a smile.
"Charlotte will leave Riesz to rest." The little girl winked and grabbed the silent Rolante prince off the bed and scurried off out of the room in a cute manner.
Riesz sighed and leaned against a pillow that was in an upright position.
"I had this really strange dream. There was this girl who came to me. She was pretty, with dark hair, passionate violet eyes, and a scar on her face. She told me to-"
"What?" Lance suddenly said in an alarmed tenor. His face held shock and fear, and his eyes were the most confusing of all.
"Lance is there something I don't know?"
"There is nothing." He reassured her, and leaned in close to brush strands of her unruly hair back. His face inched closer to hers, but strangely Riesz did not make an action to move.
"I see I've come at a bad time."
Riesz turned her head and saw Hawkeye leaning against the doorway.
"Hawkeye..." The princess pushed Lance away from her and stared down on the carpeted floor, unable to meet the pained gaze of the violet haired man.
"I just came to tell you that Jessica and I have decided to head back to Navarre in a week."
He walked up to her and presented her with a little velvet pouch of something mysterious to her inside.
"When I give you a gift. Don't throw it away in front of me." He whispered into her ear and turned around and left without another glance back at her.
He was going back.
Going back to Navarre.
To finally get married.
She opened the pouch and saw the petals of the crumpled little flower still soft and silken.
"What good are a dead flower's petals?" Lance asked.
Riesz looked down and salty tears freely fell and landed on her hands.
"I can always make popery." (A/N: I have no clue how to spell that... um you know those dried up flower petals that smell nice?)
~*~
I got lazy again... But it's alright. I think. I'm confused and frustrated. Stupid homework. I hate myself for being so complex. That's about all I'm going to ramble about in this chapter. Again, please read and review!
Feel free to e-mail if you have any questions too.
Bye for now,
Love,
Bittersweet ^_~
Or you can reach it here,
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=109513
I'm still improving, my scanner is broken.... * sniff * Okay, no more complaining about a dead scanner
Please read and review! Love ya all lots!
~*~
Strange happenings
Lost.
The tired figure feebly meandered about the multihued fantasy of colors; combining together in one spirited portrait that man can only dream of capturing. The gallant overcast heavens loomed ominously in its rule at night. Its million eyes shimmered dazzlingly upon the heavy summer tension invisibly flowing through the festivities. Imprisoning its sibling in its sleep, the watcher of darkness conceitedly glowed in its full manifestation to present to those who gaze up at its splendid form. The forlorn maiden halted to an abrupt stop and raised her frail face to look around the foreign area.
Alone.
The blurred surroundings disturbed her. Everything felt distressingly unclean, contaminated. What was this sensation that tainted her train of thought? Images, disturbing and memorable scenes only her mind's eyes can depict exploded in a short movie, showing to her unwilling imagination; morbid illustrations of slaughter and death. What were these memories? They were not hers'.
Afraid.
Her mind suddenly went completely blank. The frightening visions stopped. All was quiet. She felt herself quaver and her lips continually make slight motions. Her fingers felt numb, her knees buckled and felt her eyes gradually gained weight and threatened to veil her sapphire eyes.
Voices. Screaming. Her name.
She quickly covered her mouth to stifle her incoming scream. Looking around, she found everyone was busy at his or her own business than to stop and gawk at her strange actions.
What was happening?
Carelessly pushing through the population of the Artonian kingdom, she made her way into a dimly lit alley where the smell of garbage and waste overwhelmed the air.
~* Riesz... *~
That voice; so cold and steely.
~* don't try to escape... *~
Alien to her ears, yet familiar to her mind.
~* your demise. *~
Darkness. It was all dark.
The clicking heels of boots reverberated throughout the stony wet allies of the festivals. It was the only place where the beatific light held no passage to the murky depths to the immoral place.
A great place where evil lurked around the shadows of every unlit corner.
The figure stopped in front of the fallen amazoness.
"Like I said the misguided soul before this night," Blood eyes burned through the darkness and its sparkle snickered of sin, "only the strong and protected survive in this world." Lance kneeled down and watched her beauty from his perspective and grinned of his malevolent smile.
"And, where is your wind Riesz?"
~*~
In the early morning light, the tempestuous wind, sadistically thrashed rancorously against the majestic windows that protected the thriving population dwelling under the imperial crown of the towering castle. The sturdy glass shuttered viscously, crying out in shrieks of abhorrent and fear-provoking melodies. The unforgiving gale brutally whipped its death bringing tail once more against the century old structure. It's howl held anger and demise and its inhuman strength ripped the earth of its clothes.
The pure droplets of heavenly water plunged heavily towards the earth and struck the defenseless soil ground and small houses mercilessly. Alarmed citizens of the mighty kingdom, fearing for their own safety dodged for cover sensing deep within their blood that the outburst of nature was just at its start.
The lukewarm air altered to an icy arctic atmosphere in mere seconds as the circular raindrops solidified and turned into hostile blocks of frost. The hailstones descended, striking houses violently and callously, ruining whatever fragile thing left vulnerable to an assault from the environment.
The soft-feathered quill abruptly released from the user's firm grip, for the fingers that held the stem of the writing utensil were uncontrollably trembling. The hand of the young man reached out to still the shaky one from moving. It was really irritating and distracting his composed and passive thoughts from thinking and going thoroughly through the back of his head. But by observing and lifting his hands off the table, he had found that his right hand was not trembling at all; it was the mahogany table. The stirring noise drew his attention to the ink, which wobbled and clumsily danced in a circular movement until it toppled over and rolled as the tremor grew. The dark black liquid escaped from its prison forming a stream of dark fluid running awkwardly down partial bits of the paper and the old surface of the smooth table.
The man picked the object that held the ink up and placed it back on its original position but once again, it disobeyed the man's wishes to stay put. It stumbled and landed on the ground, much to the man's disappointment and frustration.
He shifted his body to the left to look at his companion who was uneasily trying to withstand holding her position on the feathered bed without falling.
"Duran! What the heck is going on?" Angela screamed. She gripped tighter to the satin sheets on the bed and tried to hold on, but the tremble grew more vigorous.
The knight ran over to the young woman who suddenly fell off the bed inelegantly, and kneeled before her. Without a second thought, he covered her body with his own, sheltering her from any harm and ignoring her curvy figurine underneath him.
"Duran..."
"Stay still." His serious tone of voice spoke and silenced the woman. He lifted his head and scanned the room for any sturdy furniture they could fit under to insure their safety from this sudden quake. But he found if they moved from their uncomfortable position at the moment, they would be in more danger than they were now.
"Just pray that the goddess will end this soon." He whispered and rested his head on her naked, smooth shoulders. Angela felt her heart jump at the closeness and moved her hands to the man's chest and rested it there, ready to push him off when all of this was done. She was use to him being near her, but not use to such nearness.
The rumbling stopped. Luckily it was only a slight tremor of sorts.
The large wooden doors creaked open and standing at the doorway was the young beastman. He came in with a worried expression and stood there in surprise at his comrades. He blushed and cleared his throat, diverting his eyes and thoughts from catching his friends like this at such an awkward moment.
"I'm glad you guys are all right." Kevin said, and blushed a deeper shade of red than before.
Angela noticed his face and hastily pushed Duran off of her and stood up.
"It's not what you think! And stop blushing before your head turns into a tomato!" Angela furiously scolded him and marched out of the room leaving the two men together.
"You shouldn't be thinking of such things." Duran said while brushing his shirt and pants of any dirt that fell on him.
"Can't blame me from position you two were in."
Silence.
"I'm... going to go now."
.::***::.
Sun peeked through the transparent curtains and kissed the soft skin of the young woman who laid in a peaceful slumber. Her closed eyes twitched from the light and she shifted in her position on the bed.
A hand reached out and gently shook her. Rocking her in sleep until she couldn't find the will to sleep anymore. She opened her eyes and was momentarily blinded by the rays of the sunlight.
When her vision came back to her, a raven-haired girl with violet eyes stared back at her in an intense stare. Riesz observed the young woman in front of her, and noticed and scar on the bottom left side of her face. Her long flowing hair was tied back, and she seemed to be someone she knew.
She knew this girl but who was she?
"Riesz. Get out of the castle while you still can!" Her worried voice warned the bewildered amazoness.
"If you want to protect your kingdom... and your life..."
.::***::.
Riesz woke up abruptly and bumped her head against someone's. She opened her eyes and saw her little brother sitting on her and rubbing his forehead. When she looked around, she saw Lance and Charlotte standing around her bed.
"Charlotte was worried! There was an earthquake and we couldn't get into Riesz's room!" The little girl said, her concerned expression only made the childlike characteristics of the girl even more adorable.
"There was an earthquake?" Riesz asked in puzzlement.
"Yeah, there was. But I couldn't get into your room until it was over. The whole kingdom was ripped apart by the sudden storm. The most weirdest thing was that nothing in this room was damaged or anything." Lance remarked and looked around the clean and tidy surroundings again.
"What am I doing on my bed? Wasn't I at the festival?" Riesz asked. She brought her hands towards her forehead and closed her eyes to recollect anything that might of happened to her at the celebration but she could not commemorate anything except for that incident with Hawkeye.
Her eyes became teary without her knowledge until Lance wiped them away with a handkerchief.
"Don't cry," He smiled, "it shows vulnerability. And I was the one who found you on the streets. You fell asleep."
Riesz stared up at the sincere prince and slightly gave him a smile.
"Charlotte will leave Riesz to rest." The little girl winked and grabbed the silent Rolante prince off the bed and scurried off out of the room in a cute manner.
Riesz sighed and leaned against a pillow that was in an upright position.
"I had this really strange dream. There was this girl who came to me. She was pretty, with dark hair, passionate violet eyes, and a scar on her face. She told me to-"
"What?" Lance suddenly said in an alarmed tenor. His face held shock and fear, and his eyes were the most confusing of all.
"Lance is there something I don't know?"
"There is nothing." He reassured her, and leaned in close to brush strands of her unruly hair back. His face inched closer to hers, but strangely Riesz did not make an action to move.
"I see I've come at a bad time."
Riesz turned her head and saw Hawkeye leaning against the doorway.
"Hawkeye..." The princess pushed Lance away from her and stared down on the carpeted floor, unable to meet the pained gaze of the violet haired man.
"I just came to tell you that Jessica and I have decided to head back to Navarre in a week."
He walked up to her and presented her with a little velvet pouch of something mysterious to her inside.
"When I give you a gift. Don't throw it away in front of me." He whispered into her ear and turned around and left without another glance back at her.
He was going back.
Going back to Navarre.
To finally get married.
She opened the pouch and saw the petals of the crumpled little flower still soft and silken.
"What good are a dead flower's petals?" Lance asked.
Riesz looked down and salty tears freely fell and landed on her hands.
"I can always make popery." (A/N: I have no clue how to spell that... um you know those dried up flower petals that smell nice?)
~*~
I got lazy again... But it's alright. I think. I'm confused and frustrated. Stupid homework. I hate myself for being so complex. That's about all I'm going to ramble about in this chapter. Again, please read and review!
Feel free to e-mail if you have any questions too.
Bye for now,
Love,
Bittersweet ^_~
