-Yorda-
By Julie Danskin
Author's note : Please remember to review!!!!! I love reading them it makes it all worthwhile man! Just now I only have three! That is pathetic I am sorry peoples! You can do much better than that!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO ON!!!!! You know you want to man. Moshers, trendies, goths and weirdos! Heed my calling! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!!!!!!!
Anyway.here's chapter 8, which is quite sad. Not a very happy one. Hee hee. None of that in it. Yup, it's dreary, but it is an important chapter.so rock with it! Lose yourself in the music, the moment, you won't itch.la la la...
Peace out.
Chapter 8 - Lost -
The night was still in reign, the moon and stars at their climax. Yorda saw them as her eyes opened wearily, but they were moving, and the ground was shaky. She stretched her hands out, and they touched a smooth, hairy surface. She looked down at her hands, and realised she was on a horse's back, and it dawned on her that it wasn't the sky that was moving, but she herself. She sat up, and it felt like the strangest thing on Earth to sit up on a horse for some reason.
She was on the back of it, the unusual saddle that had enabled her to lie on its back comfortably looked strange. Her waist was strapped onto the saddle by a strong leather belt, the buckle out of her reach so she couldn't free herself. It may have cut into her, but the garment given to her by Ico padded her waist and denied her discomfort. She smiled slightly as she thought of Ico, but soon came back to reality as she realised she was being taken away from him.
By her brother. Her brother she hadn't seen for over three years. Her brother that had once shouted to her that he would come back and find her, would rescue her. She had never known what words couldn't do before and it didn't seem to matter now she had Ico. But she wouldn't have Ico if Keoden kept going.
"Keoden!" she called to him weakly. He steadied the large stallion to a stop, turned round and smiled. "Yorda," he replied blankly, "How are you?" She simply looked at him. There was something in his eyes that wasn't quite right. "Dora mari lias tarrien sonn Ico," she said in a powerful way that scared even her. The boy she had known as Keoden merely chuckled. "I barely remember that language," he told her earnestly, "No matter! You will have plenty of time to show me. I live in a castle near a village, which is on the other side of this hill."
Yorda looked up, stretching her neck up to see that the horse was climbing a large hill. "I want to go back to Ico," she repeated, so her brother could understand what she was saying this time. She was surprised he didn't remember the language they had grown up knowing. Perhaps the village Keoden talked of only spoke English.
"Oh so that's what you said, was it?" Keoden laughed. He flicked the horse's reins and the horse started forward again, taking Yorda further away from her friend. She felt her face turning red, yet she didn't know why. "I want to go back to Ico," she pleaded again, her voice cracked with tears. "What's Ico? Was that the boy in the cave with you? He is a child, Yorda. You want no dealings with him." Keoden told her, in a cold, passionless voice. "Yes, I-I do," she replied, "Take me back now, or I will walk."
Keoden stopped the horse again, and pulled roughly on the belt, and this time it dug into her abdomen, causing her to flinch under the strain. "With a belt tying you to the horse?" he taunted her, "If you can get out of there, Princess, by all means, go back to your friend." Yorda leant over as far as she could, reaching for the belt, the leather digging into her skin, inflicting pain whatever direction she leaned.
With a yelp of indignant fury she forced herself forwards, within an inch's grip of the buckle. She pulled harder, Keoden watching her with intense eyes. She reached forwards, pain erupting in every muscle, and was so near, when Keoden pushed her back. He spoiled her hopes.
"Y-you said." she stammered, clutching her aching stomach with both hands. "I can't let you go away, Yorda. Not again," Keoden told her, and she stared furiously into his cold eyes. "Please." she begged, "The boy, Ico, he won't know what." "Not my problem," he grunted unenthusiastically, "And it is no longer yours."
Yorda struggled as Keoden urged the horse forwards again without another word, but failed to reach the buckle time and time again. She dug her hands into her eyes and sobbed into them. "ICO!" she screamed, "ICO, HELP ME AGAIN! PLEASE! ICO! Ico." Her grief overcame her, and she bent over in sorrow, ignoring the pain in her stomach, as the pain in her heart was too strong, she was being taken away from Ico by the very person who had sworn to save her all those years ago.
"Ico.' she whispered, the wind blowing in her hair, the rain starting again, relentlessly swaying the trees that snagged at her. She didn't care, because all she could think about was Ico.
* * * * * * * * * *
Dawn approached the mouth of the cave, and Ico stirred. His eyes opened slowly, closed again, opened slightly, closed. He wasn't ready to face another day.
Dawn neared his resting-place. He heard the bats returning, squeaking into their sleeping places. He saw the mice scuttling away from the light, determined to sleep more, and avoid the danger of being another animal's breakfast. Ico opened his eyes fully now, startled by the noise the bats made.
He sat upright, cleared his throat for the new morning, and stretched his neck out wearily. A bat hit lightly off the back of his head and he immediately ducked down, his eyes wide open in an instant. He cursed silently, and scrambled to a crouching position, stood up and sprinted for the part of the cave where he thought Yorda was.
Yorda?
He squinted his eyes so he could see, the oceanic wave of bats slowly calming. Soon he could open his eyes fully without fear of a bat coming and hitting him in the face. He blinked twice, and looked in the spot he imagined Yorda to be in. He then swiveled round, looking at the spot he had occupied, in case she had tried to reach him. He could see no sign of her.
He looked around the rest of the cave, although it was still quite dark inside the gouge in the mountainside, he could see dimly what was and wasn't in the cave. And Yorda was most certainly not.
He called out to her nonetheless. There was no response.
Perhaps she was frightened by the bats? Maybe she ran outside.
Ico dashed to the cavern mouth, and smiled at the pale sun. It would rain again soon, he could tell by the clouds, but the sky had granted a reprieve so Ico could search for his only purpose in his life.
"Yorda!" he called out, running around about the cave frantically. "Yorda? Yorda, where are you?" Now quite alarmed, Ico felt his heart thumping in his chest. He had lost her again.
How could he have lost her? She, who herself had said that they must stay together. She, who had returned to him when she had started to run. She, who said she loved him.
Or had she?
She had never said she loved Ico before, but then he hadn't thought she needed to, she said so through her actions.
Oh Yorda, why have you left me again?
Overcome by grief, Ico fell to his knees. He looked to the sky, but it offered no help, and it softly began to rain again, mocking him now. He dropped his head in his hands, sobbing his heart out over the one girl who brought him so much grief and happiness.
Yorda, how could I let you go?
Ico shakily stood up, his knees knocking and his head spinning. It was raining heavily now, the sky grey and haunting.
Where has she gone?
His throat was closed and he could hardly breathe.
"Yorda." he whimpered, then began running up the hill in front of him, tears running down his face continuously. He scrambled to the top to see if he could see her.
His breath was excited, sure he would find her again from this height. He looked in every direction, but there was no sign of his beloved Yorda.
He fell to a kneel again, and craned his neck upwards, unblocking his throat so he could cry one final howl to his Princess of Light and Shadow. His vocal cords strained with grief, he could only manage a murmer.
"Yorda, I love you."
* * * * * * * * * * *
A few miles away, Yorda shivered, and tears fell down her delicate face.
Glancing at Keoden with a new found hatred, she struggled one last time against her restraint furiously, and heard her brother chuckle slightly.
She gave up again, but she would never stop trying to find Ico. He was her Ico, her boy, her sole purporse, her guardian and protector. Her friend.
"I love you too, Ico," she whispered to the rain, "I love you too."
Author's note : Please remember to review!!!!! I love reading them it makes it all worthwhile man! Just now I only have three! That is pathetic I am sorry peoples! You can do much better than that!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO ON!!!!! You know you want to man. Moshers, trendies, goths and weirdos! Heed my calling! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!!!!!!!
Anyway.here's chapter 8, which is quite sad. Not a very happy one. Hee hee. None of that in it. Yup, it's dreary, but it is an important chapter.so rock with it! Lose yourself in the music, the moment, you won't itch.la la la...
Peace out.
Chapter 8 - Lost -
The night was still in reign, the moon and stars at their climax. Yorda saw them as her eyes opened wearily, but they were moving, and the ground was shaky. She stretched her hands out, and they touched a smooth, hairy surface. She looked down at her hands, and realised she was on a horse's back, and it dawned on her that it wasn't the sky that was moving, but she herself. She sat up, and it felt like the strangest thing on Earth to sit up on a horse for some reason.
She was on the back of it, the unusual saddle that had enabled her to lie on its back comfortably looked strange. Her waist was strapped onto the saddle by a strong leather belt, the buckle out of her reach so she couldn't free herself. It may have cut into her, but the garment given to her by Ico padded her waist and denied her discomfort. She smiled slightly as she thought of Ico, but soon came back to reality as she realised she was being taken away from him.
By her brother. Her brother she hadn't seen for over three years. Her brother that had once shouted to her that he would come back and find her, would rescue her. She had never known what words couldn't do before and it didn't seem to matter now she had Ico. But she wouldn't have Ico if Keoden kept going.
"Keoden!" she called to him weakly. He steadied the large stallion to a stop, turned round and smiled. "Yorda," he replied blankly, "How are you?" She simply looked at him. There was something in his eyes that wasn't quite right. "Dora mari lias tarrien sonn Ico," she said in a powerful way that scared even her. The boy she had known as Keoden merely chuckled. "I barely remember that language," he told her earnestly, "No matter! You will have plenty of time to show me. I live in a castle near a village, which is on the other side of this hill."
Yorda looked up, stretching her neck up to see that the horse was climbing a large hill. "I want to go back to Ico," she repeated, so her brother could understand what she was saying this time. She was surprised he didn't remember the language they had grown up knowing. Perhaps the village Keoden talked of only spoke English.
"Oh so that's what you said, was it?" Keoden laughed. He flicked the horse's reins and the horse started forward again, taking Yorda further away from her friend. She felt her face turning red, yet she didn't know why. "I want to go back to Ico," she pleaded again, her voice cracked with tears. "What's Ico? Was that the boy in the cave with you? He is a child, Yorda. You want no dealings with him." Keoden told her, in a cold, passionless voice. "Yes, I-I do," she replied, "Take me back now, or I will walk."
Keoden stopped the horse again, and pulled roughly on the belt, and this time it dug into her abdomen, causing her to flinch under the strain. "With a belt tying you to the horse?" he taunted her, "If you can get out of there, Princess, by all means, go back to your friend." Yorda leant over as far as she could, reaching for the belt, the leather digging into her skin, inflicting pain whatever direction she leaned.
With a yelp of indignant fury she forced herself forwards, within an inch's grip of the buckle. She pulled harder, Keoden watching her with intense eyes. She reached forwards, pain erupting in every muscle, and was so near, when Keoden pushed her back. He spoiled her hopes.
"Y-you said." she stammered, clutching her aching stomach with both hands. "I can't let you go away, Yorda. Not again," Keoden told her, and she stared furiously into his cold eyes. "Please." she begged, "The boy, Ico, he won't know what." "Not my problem," he grunted unenthusiastically, "And it is no longer yours."
Yorda struggled as Keoden urged the horse forwards again without another word, but failed to reach the buckle time and time again. She dug her hands into her eyes and sobbed into them. "ICO!" she screamed, "ICO, HELP ME AGAIN! PLEASE! ICO! Ico." Her grief overcame her, and she bent over in sorrow, ignoring the pain in her stomach, as the pain in her heart was too strong, she was being taken away from Ico by the very person who had sworn to save her all those years ago.
"Ico.' she whispered, the wind blowing in her hair, the rain starting again, relentlessly swaying the trees that snagged at her. She didn't care, because all she could think about was Ico.
* * * * * * * * * *
Dawn approached the mouth of the cave, and Ico stirred. His eyes opened slowly, closed again, opened slightly, closed. He wasn't ready to face another day.
Dawn neared his resting-place. He heard the bats returning, squeaking into their sleeping places. He saw the mice scuttling away from the light, determined to sleep more, and avoid the danger of being another animal's breakfast. Ico opened his eyes fully now, startled by the noise the bats made.
He sat upright, cleared his throat for the new morning, and stretched his neck out wearily. A bat hit lightly off the back of his head and he immediately ducked down, his eyes wide open in an instant. He cursed silently, and scrambled to a crouching position, stood up and sprinted for the part of the cave where he thought Yorda was.
Yorda?
He squinted his eyes so he could see, the oceanic wave of bats slowly calming. Soon he could open his eyes fully without fear of a bat coming and hitting him in the face. He blinked twice, and looked in the spot he imagined Yorda to be in. He then swiveled round, looking at the spot he had occupied, in case she had tried to reach him. He could see no sign of her.
He looked around the rest of the cave, although it was still quite dark inside the gouge in the mountainside, he could see dimly what was and wasn't in the cave. And Yorda was most certainly not.
He called out to her nonetheless. There was no response.
Perhaps she was frightened by the bats? Maybe she ran outside.
Ico dashed to the cavern mouth, and smiled at the pale sun. It would rain again soon, he could tell by the clouds, but the sky had granted a reprieve so Ico could search for his only purpose in his life.
"Yorda!" he called out, running around about the cave frantically. "Yorda? Yorda, where are you?" Now quite alarmed, Ico felt his heart thumping in his chest. He had lost her again.
How could he have lost her? She, who herself had said that they must stay together. She, who had returned to him when she had started to run. She, who said she loved him.
Or had she?
She had never said she loved Ico before, but then he hadn't thought she needed to, she said so through her actions.
Oh Yorda, why have you left me again?
Overcome by grief, Ico fell to his knees. He looked to the sky, but it offered no help, and it softly began to rain again, mocking him now. He dropped his head in his hands, sobbing his heart out over the one girl who brought him so much grief and happiness.
Yorda, how could I let you go?
Ico shakily stood up, his knees knocking and his head spinning. It was raining heavily now, the sky grey and haunting.
Where has she gone?
His throat was closed and he could hardly breathe.
"Yorda." he whimpered, then began running up the hill in front of him, tears running down his face continuously. He scrambled to the top to see if he could see her.
His breath was excited, sure he would find her again from this height. He looked in every direction, but there was no sign of his beloved Yorda.
He fell to a kneel again, and craned his neck upwards, unblocking his throat so he could cry one final howl to his Princess of Light and Shadow. His vocal cords strained with grief, he could only manage a murmer.
"Yorda, I love you."
* * * * * * * * * * *
A few miles away, Yorda shivered, and tears fell down her delicate face.
Glancing at Keoden with a new found hatred, she struggled one last time against her restraint furiously, and heard her brother chuckle slightly.
She gave up again, but she would never stop trying to find Ico. He was her Ico, her boy, her sole purporse, her guardian and protector. Her friend.
"I love you too, Ico," she whispered to the rain, "I love you too."