FACING FATE
By: Alithiel
Disclaimer: All right, here's Chapter Six for your reading enjoyment. Once again, many thanks to Nova for being the ONLY person to review my story! I really appreciate it. *Sparkle * Anyway, I don't own Gundam Wing, just Brynn and my name.hell, I don't even really own my name! For your reading pleasure!
Loves,
Alithiel
Chapter 6: Tempus Fugit
The snow had begun to fall thickly again by the time Brynn, Hilde and Duo made it to the small, well-hidden camp. The small fire burned a beacon of red against the white ground. Hilde looked up at the sky disconsolately. Big flakes settled on her leather cap.
"I hate snow." She glowered as she blinked crystalline drops of snow from her lashes.
Duo chuckled as he huddled beside the campfire, making a failing attempt to brush glittery snow from his black cloak. "Once we get out of the highlands, there won't be any snow." He poked the fire with a stick, sending firefly sparks whirling into the sky. "Just lots and lots of rain."
Hilde's face fell. "Rain?"
"Yeah. Just THINK of all the mud!"
Brynn started laughing when she saw the horrified expression on her face. Hilde gave Duo a solid punch on the arm in return for his quip. "I'm gonna go take care of the horses." She gave a wave over her shoulder as she set off into the darkness.
Brynn set her saddlebags down in a clear space near the fire, turning her golden gaze to Duo.
"I think I will go assist him." She nearly choked on her words.
"Go ahead." He shrugged and began to pull food from one of the saddlebags, trying to keep his long braid from wandering into the fire on its own. Brynn followed the retreating shadow to the small copse of trees where the horses were sheltered.
"So, when are you going to tell him?" She asked Hilde once out of earshot.
Hilde whirled around to face the newcomer, currycomb clutched in her hand. There was a look of alarm on her face. "What?"
"When are you going to tell Duo your identity?"
Hilde returned to combing Goshawk's flank. The strange woman's remark had startled her. Best just to ignore it. "I don't know what you are talking about."
Brynn gently smiled, placing her hand on Hilde's slim shoulder. Again there was the tingle: was it coming from Brynn, or from Hilde herself?
"You cannot hide it from him forever. Eventually he will find out. Wouldn't you like to be the one to tell him?
Hilde roughly shook her arm off. "I told you, I don't know what you're talking about." The woman sighed in frustration. "When are you going to tell him you're a woman?" Brynn asked in a low voice.
Something in Hilde snapped. She spun around, bringing her slim hand up. The sound of the slap reverberated through the night woods, causing the horses heads to raise in alarm. Brynn carefully touched her cheek, already red and tender. She looked at Hilde dazedly, her mage enhanced eyes nearly blinded by the blazing violet aura that surrounded her.
"Look here, lady," Hilde ground out viciously from between clenched teeth as she lowered her hand, blue eyes snapping cobalt sparks at Brynn, "I will tell him when and where I choose, and I need no stranger telling me what I should and should not do. And if you ever bring it up again, I'll do much worse than slap you. Got it? So keep your mouth shut about anything you may assume and you might just live through this trip." Without waiting for an answer, she stalked back to the camp, leaving Brynn in the copse, staring after her in wonder. After a moment, the seer began to chuckle.
"I should have known. Only a girl like her could be home to the Zero of Thunder."
Brynn looked up toward the night sky, still weeping snow. She nodded.
"I understand.I'm getting closer."
* * * * *
They had made it. Quatre took a deep breath of cool, fresh air. The silence of the woods relaxed him, easing the pain of his muscles, his payment for hours of hard riding. After many days of traveling, they were finally no more than ten leagues away from the Cinq border. Another days travel, he thought as he reined in Sandrock beside Rashid. The Maguanacs reined in behind, reveling in the coolness of the air. Rashid had stopped the column.
"Why are we stopping?"
Rashid held his hand up, indicating silence. His eyes regarded the forest ahead of them.
"Something is wrong.do you hear any birds?" He whispered.
Quatre cocked his ears. Nothing but silence answered.
Then the silence exploded.
Three score mounted, armored men rode from the trees, kicking up leaves and dirt. Their weapons gleamed sharply even in the dim light of the woods as they rode toward them. The Maguanac warriors immediately spurred their own horses forward, drawing their weapons with a resounding shout.
"Maguanacs! Ride!" Rashid roared, his huge axe whistling through the air.
Quatre whipped his sickles from their sheaths as Sandrock flew forward. The desert warriors crashed into their opponents like a wave. In the spare moments before the two forces crashed into each other, he got a good look at their faces. They were wooden, expressionless, a queer green light gleaming in their eyes. They fought in silence, uttered no war cries. A strange, bitter smell reached his nose.
"Rashid!" He called in panic over the din of battle. "This is not right! The fighters reek of black sorcery! Beware!"
He received a nod, indicating that his friend had heard. Quatre retuned his attention to the fight at hand. He whipped his steed around the outer flank of the force, barreling directly into the middle of the battle unheedingly. One of the silent fighters lifted his sword to deliver a killing blow to a Maguanac with his back turned, and Quatre ran him through on the point of his sickle. He fell without a sound. Wheeling his horse around, he lifted his nose to the winds. Over the smell of armor, horses, sweat, and blood, the strange, elusive scent of magic was stronger. His mage sense took over. In a whirl of brilliant rainbow color, the source of the magic was revealed. Quatre kicked Sandrock's flanks, barreling toward the source.
Rashid watched him head for the leader in alarm. The expression on his face was totally cold and unemotional. "Master Quatre!"
He rammed Sandrock into the leader's horse, sending the animal down squealing. The heavily armored man twisted out of his saddle just short of the animal crushing him. The mage leapt off his own horse, sickles held at ready, staring his enemy down. His opponent drew a long sword. His face was twisted in cruelty. Quatre was just able to make out a strange, green stone set in the man's breastplate before the warrior swung his sword in a vast overhand arc at his head. Quatre rolled out of the way, leaping up just out of range. Steel met steel in a shower of sparks. Quatre was barely able to parry the man's blows. He welded his sword like a barbarian with a hammer, using vast two-handed slashes designed to decapitate, rather than the more graceful thrust and slash. The sword crashed into crossed sickles, stopping it from shearing him in two. He grunted painfully as he struggled to keep the sword blade away from him. It moved down ponderously inch-by-inch. Desperately, knowing that in a moment it would be over, Quatre whipped one of his blades aside, ramming it into the crack where the breastplate of his armor met back plate. The expression that passed across the man's face could only be described as comical as the sword slid from numb fingers. Quatre grimly twisted his sickle. With a gurgling sigh, the warrior slumped to the ground. As he did, he murmured one word.
"Catalonia."
The green gem in his breastplate cracked.
Surprised shouts rose from the Maguanac troop behind him.
"Master Quatre!!"
He turned to see Auda's face, bruised from the fight. Stark terror shone in his eyes. "What? What's wrong, Auda?"
"The.the warriors."
"What!?" A numbing fear began to steal over him as his rage slide away.
"They're dead. All of them."
* * * * *
The image in the water flickered out. Lady Une lowered the scrrying bowl from her face with a relieved sigh. Such a scrying wasted a great deal of energy.
"The test was successful, Lady Catalonia. The stone works just as the chronicle said. None of the warriors will talk."
"Excellent. My plans remain secret." Dorothy lounged in her favorite chair. It was her favorite because it looked like a throne. In her hand was a circular, flat piece of the Libra stone as large as her palm that had been polished to a mirror shine. She stared into the venomous depths.
"Excellent indeed." She started to giggle crazily, the laugh rising to near insanity as she gazed at the sixty tiny spirits that flitted across its surface.
* * * * *
Relena sat at the giant wooden desk, piles of parchment and scrolls stacked around her like a huge paper fortress that wouldn't even keep the wind out. The paper were all missives, messages from the armies Relena had begged assistance from, some stating they would be glad to help, others refusing, and more than both asking what sort of compensation they would get for their time.
"Everything can be bought for a price, even freedom." She mumbled to herself, shoving half the pile on the floor. Cursing to herself, she began to rummage through the fallen stack. Relena was in a fine pique today, and it was looking to only get worse. A polite knock sounded on the door.
"Come in!" Relena snapped, slicing her finger on a scroll. A bead of bright red blood welled up from the deep gash.
"Damn it!" She shoved her finger into her mouth.
Paygan walked into the study, shocked to see his princess nested in a pile of paperwork on the floor, sucking her wounded finger and looking utterly sulky.
"Erm.My Lady, there are two women to see you."
"Sund um way! I yot see noone tobay." She mumbled around her finger.
"Um.you may want to. They were sent by their king to offer assistance."
The finger was removed from her mouth. "You're joking."
"I am not, miss."
"Really?!" Relena tried to stand up, only to slip on loose papers and fall on her rump. She stood again, using the edge of the desk this time for support.
"All right." She made a feeble attempt to smooth out her wrinkled skirt, arranging herself in what she hoped was a regal pose beside the desk. "Send them in."
Paygan nodded, opening the large door. A moment later, Heero escorted in two darkly cloaked and hooded figures. Both were dressed in plain tunics, trousers and boots. They bowed gracefully before Relena.
"My lady." The taller of the two said simply, straightening. Relena caught the pale gleam of silvery gray eyes flecked with blue from beneath the hood. It was almost like looking up at a cloudy sky.
"Please, remove your hoods and make yourself comfortable." Relena gestured to two chairs before the desk, disconcerted by the strange feeling from the visitors. Heero stood close behind her seat as she also sat.
"Gladly!" The second, slightly smaller figure swept her hood back, as did her companion. Relena gasped in surprise.
They were elves.
The fairer of the two had long, golden hair in braid down her back, but as the braid went on the color graded to a brilliant copper. Her companion had slightly darker skin, and her black hair shone with a bluish sheen. Blue eyes as deep as the sea regarded Relena with the curious expression of one who had not seen a human very often. Both had the upswept ears indicative of their race, and looked barely twenty, though she knew well that time did not affect the Elder as it did humans.
The princess was shocked. Elder Folk! At her DESK!
"Ss.so.you aren't a myth after all.What brings you to Cinq?"
"My name is Alithiel Sunstar." The taller elf said. "We come from the realm of King Legolas in the Northern Forest. He sends you greetings and hopes to find you well."
"I.I am well and hope to find him the same." Relena stammered.
"No need to be nervous, my lady." The darker one said kindly. "We did no intend to shake your belief in any way."
Relena shook her head. "Don't worry.I don't believe you introduced yourself?"
"I am Arlyssa Nighthawke. You're wounded." Arlyssa reached across the desk for the sovereign's hand. At her touch, there was a comforting warmth and the pain lessened dramatically. Relena looked in surprise at her finger, flawless as before.
"Incredible." Relena murmured, looking at her healed hand.
Alithiel continued. "Our liege lord had agreed to support your army with two hundred elven archers, three hundred elven rangers, and one hundred fifty healers."
The look of dazed wonder on Relena's face dissolved to one of disbelief combined with wariness. "And what does your king desire in return?"
"Nothing." Alithiel shrugged.
"That I do not believe."
Arlyssa gazed at the princess seriously. "Your Highness, the soldiers of Catalonia have pillaged and burned the elven settlements, both dark and light, of the Northern Forests for generations. This war will serve to get rid of a mutual enemy. That is the only benefit."
Relena considered for a moment. Her nod of acquiescence was a weary one. "Very well. Tell your king I agree to his proposal, and thank him for it."
Heero cleared his throat. "Do these two plan to stay here?"
Alithiel shook her head. "No. We must return to our own lands to get the units. Arlyssa is the leader of the healers, and I am the archer's captain. I can send the message via bird messenger and it will arrive much faster than any footed runner would. Then, the king can ready the units for when we arrive. We would return in no more than two weeks time."
"That's wonderful. Your assistance is greatly valued, Alithiel Sunstar and Arlyssa Nighthawke." Relena smiled sincerely at the two elven women.
"Not a problem." Alithiel smiled in return as she stood.
* * * * *
Alithiel and Arlyssa walked out into the hall a short time later.
"It's coming along nicely." Arlyssa grinned.
"Do you have ANY clue how hard it is to write one of these?" Alithiel asked irritably.
"Yeah, actually."
"Sorry.I got a long way to go."
"Then stop playing Playstation and get moving!"
"YOU get moving on YOURS first, and then we'll see!"
"My machine isn't a brontosaurus, so I can take my time."
The two elves began to glow faintly, Arlyssa blue and Alithiel yellow. Then, still arguing, they faded from view.
* * * * *
Alithiel~ *Reappears in a puff of yellow smoke. * Whew! What a trip!
All~ *Look at Alithiel, goggle eyed. *
Alithiel~ What? Is my shirt on backwards?
Duo~You're an elf.
Alithiel~ Yeah? So?
Heero~ You don't exist.
Alithiel~ Technically, niether do you.
Hilde~ But you kept saying stuff about school and friends! Was that made up?
Alithiel~ No, it was all true. I went to school, I have a family, all of it. I'm an elf. It doesn't have to be announced over the loudspeaker.
Brynn~ I knew there was something to the glowing eye thing.
Catherine~ For real.
Alithiel~ We all have our ways of hiding who we are. I'm just better at it!
All~ @.@
ALITHIEL'S DUMB QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"I could've been at a barbeque!"
Will Smith (Independence Day
Disclaimer: All right, here's Chapter Six for your reading enjoyment. Once again, many thanks to Nova for being the ONLY person to review my story! I really appreciate it. *Sparkle * Anyway, I don't own Gundam Wing, just Brynn and my name.hell, I don't even really own my name! For your reading pleasure!
Loves,
Alithiel
Chapter 6: Tempus Fugit
The snow had begun to fall thickly again by the time Brynn, Hilde and Duo made it to the small, well-hidden camp. The small fire burned a beacon of red against the white ground. Hilde looked up at the sky disconsolately. Big flakes settled on her leather cap.
"I hate snow." She glowered as she blinked crystalline drops of snow from her lashes.
Duo chuckled as he huddled beside the campfire, making a failing attempt to brush glittery snow from his black cloak. "Once we get out of the highlands, there won't be any snow." He poked the fire with a stick, sending firefly sparks whirling into the sky. "Just lots and lots of rain."
Hilde's face fell. "Rain?"
"Yeah. Just THINK of all the mud!"
Brynn started laughing when she saw the horrified expression on her face. Hilde gave Duo a solid punch on the arm in return for his quip. "I'm gonna go take care of the horses." She gave a wave over her shoulder as she set off into the darkness.
Brynn set her saddlebags down in a clear space near the fire, turning her golden gaze to Duo.
"I think I will go assist him." She nearly choked on her words.
"Go ahead." He shrugged and began to pull food from one of the saddlebags, trying to keep his long braid from wandering into the fire on its own. Brynn followed the retreating shadow to the small copse of trees where the horses were sheltered.
"So, when are you going to tell him?" She asked Hilde once out of earshot.
Hilde whirled around to face the newcomer, currycomb clutched in her hand. There was a look of alarm on her face. "What?"
"When are you going to tell Duo your identity?"
Hilde returned to combing Goshawk's flank. The strange woman's remark had startled her. Best just to ignore it. "I don't know what you are talking about."
Brynn gently smiled, placing her hand on Hilde's slim shoulder. Again there was the tingle: was it coming from Brynn, or from Hilde herself?
"You cannot hide it from him forever. Eventually he will find out. Wouldn't you like to be the one to tell him?
Hilde roughly shook her arm off. "I told you, I don't know what you're talking about." The woman sighed in frustration. "When are you going to tell him you're a woman?" Brynn asked in a low voice.
Something in Hilde snapped. She spun around, bringing her slim hand up. The sound of the slap reverberated through the night woods, causing the horses heads to raise in alarm. Brynn carefully touched her cheek, already red and tender. She looked at Hilde dazedly, her mage enhanced eyes nearly blinded by the blazing violet aura that surrounded her.
"Look here, lady," Hilde ground out viciously from between clenched teeth as she lowered her hand, blue eyes snapping cobalt sparks at Brynn, "I will tell him when and where I choose, and I need no stranger telling me what I should and should not do. And if you ever bring it up again, I'll do much worse than slap you. Got it? So keep your mouth shut about anything you may assume and you might just live through this trip." Without waiting for an answer, she stalked back to the camp, leaving Brynn in the copse, staring after her in wonder. After a moment, the seer began to chuckle.
"I should have known. Only a girl like her could be home to the Zero of Thunder."
Brynn looked up toward the night sky, still weeping snow. She nodded.
"I understand.I'm getting closer."
* * * * *
They had made it. Quatre took a deep breath of cool, fresh air. The silence of the woods relaxed him, easing the pain of his muscles, his payment for hours of hard riding. After many days of traveling, they were finally no more than ten leagues away from the Cinq border. Another days travel, he thought as he reined in Sandrock beside Rashid. The Maguanacs reined in behind, reveling in the coolness of the air. Rashid had stopped the column.
"Why are we stopping?"
Rashid held his hand up, indicating silence. His eyes regarded the forest ahead of them.
"Something is wrong.do you hear any birds?" He whispered.
Quatre cocked his ears. Nothing but silence answered.
Then the silence exploded.
Three score mounted, armored men rode from the trees, kicking up leaves and dirt. Their weapons gleamed sharply even in the dim light of the woods as they rode toward them. The Maguanac warriors immediately spurred their own horses forward, drawing their weapons with a resounding shout.
"Maguanacs! Ride!" Rashid roared, his huge axe whistling through the air.
Quatre whipped his sickles from their sheaths as Sandrock flew forward. The desert warriors crashed into their opponents like a wave. In the spare moments before the two forces crashed into each other, he got a good look at their faces. They were wooden, expressionless, a queer green light gleaming in their eyes. They fought in silence, uttered no war cries. A strange, bitter smell reached his nose.
"Rashid!" He called in panic over the din of battle. "This is not right! The fighters reek of black sorcery! Beware!"
He received a nod, indicating that his friend had heard. Quatre retuned his attention to the fight at hand. He whipped his steed around the outer flank of the force, barreling directly into the middle of the battle unheedingly. One of the silent fighters lifted his sword to deliver a killing blow to a Maguanac with his back turned, and Quatre ran him through on the point of his sickle. He fell without a sound. Wheeling his horse around, he lifted his nose to the winds. Over the smell of armor, horses, sweat, and blood, the strange, elusive scent of magic was stronger. His mage sense took over. In a whirl of brilliant rainbow color, the source of the magic was revealed. Quatre kicked Sandrock's flanks, barreling toward the source.
Rashid watched him head for the leader in alarm. The expression on his face was totally cold and unemotional. "Master Quatre!"
He rammed Sandrock into the leader's horse, sending the animal down squealing. The heavily armored man twisted out of his saddle just short of the animal crushing him. The mage leapt off his own horse, sickles held at ready, staring his enemy down. His opponent drew a long sword. His face was twisted in cruelty. Quatre was just able to make out a strange, green stone set in the man's breastplate before the warrior swung his sword in a vast overhand arc at his head. Quatre rolled out of the way, leaping up just out of range. Steel met steel in a shower of sparks. Quatre was barely able to parry the man's blows. He welded his sword like a barbarian with a hammer, using vast two-handed slashes designed to decapitate, rather than the more graceful thrust and slash. The sword crashed into crossed sickles, stopping it from shearing him in two. He grunted painfully as he struggled to keep the sword blade away from him. It moved down ponderously inch-by-inch. Desperately, knowing that in a moment it would be over, Quatre whipped one of his blades aside, ramming it into the crack where the breastplate of his armor met back plate. The expression that passed across the man's face could only be described as comical as the sword slid from numb fingers. Quatre grimly twisted his sickle. With a gurgling sigh, the warrior slumped to the ground. As he did, he murmured one word.
"Catalonia."
The green gem in his breastplate cracked.
Surprised shouts rose from the Maguanac troop behind him.
"Master Quatre!!"
He turned to see Auda's face, bruised from the fight. Stark terror shone in his eyes. "What? What's wrong, Auda?"
"The.the warriors."
"What!?" A numbing fear began to steal over him as his rage slide away.
"They're dead. All of them."
* * * * *
The image in the water flickered out. Lady Une lowered the scrrying bowl from her face with a relieved sigh. Such a scrying wasted a great deal of energy.
"The test was successful, Lady Catalonia. The stone works just as the chronicle said. None of the warriors will talk."
"Excellent. My plans remain secret." Dorothy lounged in her favorite chair. It was her favorite because it looked like a throne. In her hand was a circular, flat piece of the Libra stone as large as her palm that had been polished to a mirror shine. She stared into the venomous depths.
"Excellent indeed." She started to giggle crazily, the laugh rising to near insanity as she gazed at the sixty tiny spirits that flitted across its surface.
* * * * *
Relena sat at the giant wooden desk, piles of parchment and scrolls stacked around her like a huge paper fortress that wouldn't even keep the wind out. The paper were all missives, messages from the armies Relena had begged assistance from, some stating they would be glad to help, others refusing, and more than both asking what sort of compensation they would get for their time.
"Everything can be bought for a price, even freedom." She mumbled to herself, shoving half the pile on the floor. Cursing to herself, she began to rummage through the fallen stack. Relena was in a fine pique today, and it was looking to only get worse. A polite knock sounded on the door.
"Come in!" Relena snapped, slicing her finger on a scroll. A bead of bright red blood welled up from the deep gash.
"Damn it!" She shoved her finger into her mouth.
Paygan walked into the study, shocked to see his princess nested in a pile of paperwork on the floor, sucking her wounded finger and looking utterly sulky.
"Erm.My Lady, there are two women to see you."
"Sund um way! I yot see noone tobay." She mumbled around her finger.
"Um.you may want to. They were sent by their king to offer assistance."
The finger was removed from her mouth. "You're joking."
"I am not, miss."
"Really?!" Relena tried to stand up, only to slip on loose papers and fall on her rump. She stood again, using the edge of the desk this time for support.
"All right." She made a feeble attempt to smooth out her wrinkled skirt, arranging herself in what she hoped was a regal pose beside the desk. "Send them in."
Paygan nodded, opening the large door. A moment later, Heero escorted in two darkly cloaked and hooded figures. Both were dressed in plain tunics, trousers and boots. They bowed gracefully before Relena.
"My lady." The taller of the two said simply, straightening. Relena caught the pale gleam of silvery gray eyes flecked with blue from beneath the hood. It was almost like looking up at a cloudy sky.
"Please, remove your hoods and make yourself comfortable." Relena gestured to two chairs before the desk, disconcerted by the strange feeling from the visitors. Heero stood close behind her seat as she also sat.
"Gladly!" The second, slightly smaller figure swept her hood back, as did her companion. Relena gasped in surprise.
They were elves.
The fairer of the two had long, golden hair in braid down her back, but as the braid went on the color graded to a brilliant copper. Her companion had slightly darker skin, and her black hair shone with a bluish sheen. Blue eyes as deep as the sea regarded Relena with the curious expression of one who had not seen a human very often. Both had the upswept ears indicative of their race, and looked barely twenty, though she knew well that time did not affect the Elder as it did humans.
The princess was shocked. Elder Folk! At her DESK!
"Ss.so.you aren't a myth after all.What brings you to Cinq?"
"My name is Alithiel Sunstar." The taller elf said. "We come from the realm of King Legolas in the Northern Forest. He sends you greetings and hopes to find you well."
"I.I am well and hope to find him the same." Relena stammered.
"No need to be nervous, my lady." The darker one said kindly. "We did no intend to shake your belief in any way."
Relena shook her head. "Don't worry.I don't believe you introduced yourself?"
"I am Arlyssa Nighthawke. You're wounded." Arlyssa reached across the desk for the sovereign's hand. At her touch, there was a comforting warmth and the pain lessened dramatically. Relena looked in surprise at her finger, flawless as before.
"Incredible." Relena murmured, looking at her healed hand.
Alithiel continued. "Our liege lord had agreed to support your army with two hundred elven archers, three hundred elven rangers, and one hundred fifty healers."
The look of dazed wonder on Relena's face dissolved to one of disbelief combined with wariness. "And what does your king desire in return?"
"Nothing." Alithiel shrugged.
"That I do not believe."
Arlyssa gazed at the princess seriously. "Your Highness, the soldiers of Catalonia have pillaged and burned the elven settlements, both dark and light, of the Northern Forests for generations. This war will serve to get rid of a mutual enemy. That is the only benefit."
Relena considered for a moment. Her nod of acquiescence was a weary one. "Very well. Tell your king I agree to his proposal, and thank him for it."
Heero cleared his throat. "Do these two plan to stay here?"
Alithiel shook her head. "No. We must return to our own lands to get the units. Arlyssa is the leader of the healers, and I am the archer's captain. I can send the message via bird messenger and it will arrive much faster than any footed runner would. Then, the king can ready the units for when we arrive. We would return in no more than two weeks time."
"That's wonderful. Your assistance is greatly valued, Alithiel Sunstar and Arlyssa Nighthawke." Relena smiled sincerely at the two elven women.
"Not a problem." Alithiel smiled in return as she stood.
* * * * *
Alithiel and Arlyssa walked out into the hall a short time later.
"It's coming along nicely." Arlyssa grinned.
"Do you have ANY clue how hard it is to write one of these?" Alithiel asked irritably.
"Yeah, actually."
"Sorry.I got a long way to go."
"Then stop playing Playstation and get moving!"
"YOU get moving on YOURS first, and then we'll see!"
"My machine isn't a brontosaurus, so I can take my time."
The two elves began to glow faintly, Arlyssa blue and Alithiel yellow. Then, still arguing, they faded from view.
* * * * *
Alithiel~ *Reappears in a puff of yellow smoke. * Whew! What a trip!
All~ *Look at Alithiel, goggle eyed. *
Alithiel~ What? Is my shirt on backwards?
Duo~You're an elf.
Alithiel~ Yeah? So?
Heero~ You don't exist.
Alithiel~ Technically, niether do you.
Hilde~ But you kept saying stuff about school and friends! Was that made up?
Alithiel~ No, it was all true. I went to school, I have a family, all of it. I'm an elf. It doesn't have to be announced over the loudspeaker.
Brynn~ I knew there was something to the glowing eye thing.
Catherine~ For real.
Alithiel~ We all have our ways of hiding who we are. I'm just better at it!
All~ @.@
ALITHIEL'S DUMB QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"I could've been at a barbeque!"
Will Smith (Independence Day
