I know the story seemed a little rushed, but I hate dragging things out.
And I guess that I just wanted to get this finished, especially because I
know how annoying it is to read something and be left hanging; ironically I
have over a dozen novels of varying types that I need to finish. BUT that
isn't the point here now is it?
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Crouching back Trunks and Sierra paused to catch their breath. Dawn was breaking the Eastern horizon for the second time.
"Any ideas?" he gasped.
Sierra shook her head, using her dulled blade as a temporary crutch. He glanced over briefly. Against his will Trunks frowned slightly. Her usually brilliant eyes were now as dull and lifeless as her sword. For the first time he could finally see her true age, and the thought was near depressing. ~Anything can die if it loses enough energy.~ Swallowing hard he forced his eyes away to where the massive shadow loomed. All three were more tired than any wanted to admit, least they be defeated for their weakness. ~Gotta stop this thing here and now.~
Slowly Trunks forced himself to stand, ignoring the screams of protest in his muscles. ~No wonder she drilled me so hard.~ He fought a wince and straightened up. Still gasping for breath he looked down to his mentor. ~Time's been good to you. But you're still too old to finish this. I admit I don't know why you do what you do, because you are so vague, but all the same it probable isn't any of my business.~ He sighed and looked back to the Demon Goddess. ~If I really am the supposed chosen one then lets get it on baby.~
Again he glanced to Sierra. "Mind if I borrow this?" Gently he took the sword from her hands before she could protest. Weakly all she could do was nod and fall back into a sit.
Her sword began to glow with new life within his hands. His newfound connection to the immortal flames drew forth strength of past and future. A deep shudder shook his shoulders as old life pulled at his soul. ~That bastard demon isn't going to see another day when we get through with you.~ A small chorus of voices between his ears echoed. Not wanting to figure out what it was all about Trunks tossed the residual memory aside, readying himself.
Barley conscious Sierra watched as her most recent pupil charged the demon. She fought to stay awake as Trunks manipulated the battle in his favor. She would wince each time he would receive a blow from her immortal enemy, and weakly smile any time he would inflict more damage upon Her. Soon she was only able to watch through one eye at a time as Trunks rapidly gained the upper hand. Her vision began to fade in and out. Soon both were but mere silhouettes admits the mid morning light. Memories and the present quickly melded together. To herself she smiled lightly at a shimmering visage from long ago. Her fingertips touched his face, his skin still soft as she remembered.
With newfound strength Trunks slowly but surely beat down the creature. His master's sword burned with the anger and frustration from years of defeat. The blade ignited in a piercing glow as he brought it down one final time, cleaving the ancient creature neatly in two.
Gasping for breath Trunks allowed himself to kneel, feeling a rush of energy escape the black-blooded being. The memories bottled up in his overused soul slowly felt to leak out and drift towards the stars. Dropping to his knees fully Trunks doubled over, gasping for air and in relief. Deep in his heart he knew that it was all finally over.
Stumbling to his feet again Trunks staggered back to where Sierra had been resting. Pale and unmoving she lay in morning shade. His stomach lurched as his knees dug into the ground. Hastily he lifted her head shaking the woman in an attempt to revive her. Her body lay limp in his arms. Frowning he buried his face into her shoulder. He couldn't help but recall old thoughts he had let wander through his mind during those rare days of rest. So may fantasies, too many maybe. She was gone but he still felt embarrassed about recalling them at a time like this.
Frowning he let her head rest in the crook of his arm while running his fingers over her cheek. ~Amazing. So strong and powerful, and yet so soft as only a woman can be.~ Hesitant he leaned closer and kissed the pale Phoenix.
Summoning the remainder of his strength he stood and walked back to the house, tenderly laying her down on the couch. Tired and at a loss for an appetite of any sort he staggered upstairs, falling face first onto his bed, asleep before he could realize it.
His dream during that day and that night were a jumble of mere nonsense. Battles mixed with sex. Deaths and aimless wandering. Several times he tried to force himself awake, but the dreams only became weirder and weirder.
With eyes of the midnight sky Sierra glared at him in pure hatred. Desperately he pleaded with her, begging her to not harm him as he was duct taped to a tree butt naked. Two black arrows raced at him in seemingly slow motion. One catching him in the throat quickly, in horror he watched the other, bolting awake and nearly clamping himself onto his ceiling with a death grip. He had awoken just before the second hit his crotch.
Finally reality came about, slapping him in the face like a wet tuna. Releasing his grip Trunks fell back to his bed, still rather shaken. For a moment he thought back to his last dream. ~Kinky.~ Was all he could think of to describe it.
Yawning he sat up and rolled off the bed. His body aching in protest to his moving Trunks slowly walked down the stairs, awaiting his mentors orders to get ready for another days training. Halfway down the flight he stopped, remembering that not everything had been a dream. Biting his lip he sat on the stairs, trying to think of what he should do. ~Guess a proper funeral is in order. Ironically one of the few things she ever told me about her past. Probably on purpose. Why do I have this strange feeling that she had planned this all along?~
He sat for another twenty minutes before finally mustering up his guts and returned to the lower floor of his house.
It took more courage than he had really gotten back to make his way over to the couch again. She hadn't moved in the least. Not like she would. Silently he knelt beside her, lovingly running the backs of his fingers over her cheek. ~Such a complete pain in my ass and I miss her anyway.~
Again he forced himself to stand and took three paces towards the kitchen, fast remembering that all the food had spoiled. Turning sharply he walked back upstairs and laid back down. ~What to do now?~ Trunks closed his eyes again, falling back into a dreamless sleep.
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Groggy he awoke again. ~How long have I been asleep this time?~ he wondered. ~One day? Two?~ He had since lost track of time. It didn't help that his blinds were tightly shut. But in a split second they were ripped open, nearly blinding him with afternoon light.
"Alright you. Been sleeping far too much lately. Common. Up! Up! Up!" Nothing but his hearing had a chance to come into focus until he hit the floor as the blankets were ripped off and out from about him. "You promised to help me straighten up the house today, or have you already forgotten. Lazy bum."
~Ebalym!~ Blinking rapidly he looked up in fear only to find Sierra towering over him. To his surprise she wore simple blue jeans and green tank top. Confused he scratched at the back of his head. "How?"
Softly she smiled and helped him to his feet. "You sleep too much. Common. We have lots of work to do. What is it with bachelors and letting everything get so filthy?"
Unaware of what was really going on Trunks complied, obediently taking orders form her again.
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He awoke the next morning feeling more relaxed then than he had since he had met Sierra, already seeming so long ago. Cracking an eye he glanced to the warmth beside him. Sierra lay curled at his side. By her attire, or lack there of, it was obvious what had happened the night before. Slowly the memories resurfaced. Finding the strength he smiled lightly, tenderly rubbing her bare back. Shifting slightly she slowly slid one eye open, lightly smiling at him. "Morning sleepy head."
She chuckled lightly and slowly sat up.
"Something on your mind?"
"One last thing I thought you should be aware of is all."
"Being?"
"One more piece of important history." Her voice was meek and she was obviously nervous about the truth, again.
"Better not be something like if you sleep with someone then ya leave um the next day."
She couldn't help but laugh in light embarrassment. "Quite the opposite actually." Stretching forward he lightly kissed his ear, whispering into which, "To my people the act of love making is a consummation of marriage."
His stomach hit the top of his skull in surprise as she slipped out from between the sheets and pulled a thin robe over her bare shoulders. Pausing at the door she smirked back at the shocked youth before turning again and heading out.
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Crouching back Trunks and Sierra paused to catch their breath. Dawn was breaking the Eastern horizon for the second time.
"Any ideas?" he gasped.
Sierra shook her head, using her dulled blade as a temporary crutch. He glanced over briefly. Against his will Trunks frowned slightly. Her usually brilliant eyes were now as dull and lifeless as her sword. For the first time he could finally see her true age, and the thought was near depressing. ~Anything can die if it loses enough energy.~ Swallowing hard he forced his eyes away to where the massive shadow loomed. All three were more tired than any wanted to admit, least they be defeated for their weakness. ~Gotta stop this thing here and now.~
Slowly Trunks forced himself to stand, ignoring the screams of protest in his muscles. ~No wonder she drilled me so hard.~ He fought a wince and straightened up. Still gasping for breath he looked down to his mentor. ~Time's been good to you. But you're still too old to finish this. I admit I don't know why you do what you do, because you are so vague, but all the same it probable isn't any of my business.~ He sighed and looked back to the Demon Goddess. ~If I really am the supposed chosen one then lets get it on baby.~
Again he glanced to Sierra. "Mind if I borrow this?" Gently he took the sword from her hands before she could protest. Weakly all she could do was nod and fall back into a sit.
Her sword began to glow with new life within his hands. His newfound connection to the immortal flames drew forth strength of past and future. A deep shudder shook his shoulders as old life pulled at his soul. ~That bastard demon isn't going to see another day when we get through with you.~ A small chorus of voices between his ears echoed. Not wanting to figure out what it was all about Trunks tossed the residual memory aside, readying himself.
Barley conscious Sierra watched as her most recent pupil charged the demon. She fought to stay awake as Trunks manipulated the battle in his favor. She would wince each time he would receive a blow from her immortal enemy, and weakly smile any time he would inflict more damage upon Her. Soon she was only able to watch through one eye at a time as Trunks rapidly gained the upper hand. Her vision began to fade in and out. Soon both were but mere silhouettes admits the mid morning light. Memories and the present quickly melded together. To herself she smiled lightly at a shimmering visage from long ago. Her fingertips touched his face, his skin still soft as she remembered.
With newfound strength Trunks slowly but surely beat down the creature. His master's sword burned with the anger and frustration from years of defeat. The blade ignited in a piercing glow as he brought it down one final time, cleaving the ancient creature neatly in two.
Gasping for breath Trunks allowed himself to kneel, feeling a rush of energy escape the black-blooded being. The memories bottled up in his overused soul slowly felt to leak out and drift towards the stars. Dropping to his knees fully Trunks doubled over, gasping for air and in relief. Deep in his heart he knew that it was all finally over.
Stumbling to his feet again Trunks staggered back to where Sierra had been resting. Pale and unmoving she lay in morning shade. His stomach lurched as his knees dug into the ground. Hastily he lifted her head shaking the woman in an attempt to revive her. Her body lay limp in his arms. Frowning he buried his face into her shoulder. He couldn't help but recall old thoughts he had let wander through his mind during those rare days of rest. So may fantasies, too many maybe. She was gone but he still felt embarrassed about recalling them at a time like this.
Frowning he let her head rest in the crook of his arm while running his fingers over her cheek. ~Amazing. So strong and powerful, and yet so soft as only a woman can be.~ Hesitant he leaned closer and kissed the pale Phoenix.
Summoning the remainder of his strength he stood and walked back to the house, tenderly laying her down on the couch. Tired and at a loss for an appetite of any sort he staggered upstairs, falling face first onto his bed, asleep before he could realize it.
His dream during that day and that night were a jumble of mere nonsense. Battles mixed with sex. Deaths and aimless wandering. Several times he tried to force himself awake, but the dreams only became weirder and weirder.
With eyes of the midnight sky Sierra glared at him in pure hatred. Desperately he pleaded with her, begging her to not harm him as he was duct taped to a tree butt naked. Two black arrows raced at him in seemingly slow motion. One catching him in the throat quickly, in horror he watched the other, bolting awake and nearly clamping himself onto his ceiling with a death grip. He had awoken just before the second hit his crotch.
Finally reality came about, slapping him in the face like a wet tuna. Releasing his grip Trunks fell back to his bed, still rather shaken. For a moment he thought back to his last dream. ~Kinky.~ Was all he could think of to describe it.
Yawning he sat up and rolled off the bed. His body aching in protest to his moving Trunks slowly walked down the stairs, awaiting his mentors orders to get ready for another days training. Halfway down the flight he stopped, remembering that not everything had been a dream. Biting his lip he sat on the stairs, trying to think of what he should do. ~Guess a proper funeral is in order. Ironically one of the few things she ever told me about her past. Probably on purpose. Why do I have this strange feeling that she had planned this all along?~
He sat for another twenty minutes before finally mustering up his guts and returned to the lower floor of his house.
It took more courage than he had really gotten back to make his way over to the couch again. She hadn't moved in the least. Not like she would. Silently he knelt beside her, lovingly running the backs of his fingers over her cheek. ~Such a complete pain in my ass and I miss her anyway.~
Again he forced himself to stand and took three paces towards the kitchen, fast remembering that all the food had spoiled. Turning sharply he walked back upstairs and laid back down. ~What to do now?~ Trunks closed his eyes again, falling back into a dreamless sleep.
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Groggy he awoke again. ~How long have I been asleep this time?~ he wondered. ~One day? Two?~ He had since lost track of time. It didn't help that his blinds were tightly shut. But in a split second they were ripped open, nearly blinding him with afternoon light.
"Alright you. Been sleeping far too much lately. Common. Up! Up! Up!" Nothing but his hearing had a chance to come into focus until he hit the floor as the blankets were ripped off and out from about him. "You promised to help me straighten up the house today, or have you already forgotten. Lazy bum."
~Ebalym!~ Blinking rapidly he looked up in fear only to find Sierra towering over him. To his surprise she wore simple blue jeans and green tank top. Confused he scratched at the back of his head. "How?"
Softly she smiled and helped him to his feet. "You sleep too much. Common. We have lots of work to do. What is it with bachelors and letting everything get so filthy?"
Unaware of what was really going on Trunks complied, obediently taking orders form her again.
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He awoke the next morning feeling more relaxed then than he had since he had met Sierra, already seeming so long ago. Cracking an eye he glanced to the warmth beside him. Sierra lay curled at his side. By her attire, or lack there of, it was obvious what had happened the night before. Slowly the memories resurfaced. Finding the strength he smiled lightly, tenderly rubbing her bare back. Shifting slightly she slowly slid one eye open, lightly smiling at him. "Morning sleepy head."
She chuckled lightly and slowly sat up.
"Something on your mind?"
"One last thing I thought you should be aware of is all."
"Being?"
"One more piece of important history." Her voice was meek and she was obviously nervous about the truth, again.
"Better not be something like if you sleep with someone then ya leave um the next day."
She couldn't help but laugh in light embarrassment. "Quite the opposite actually." Stretching forward he lightly kissed his ear, whispering into which, "To my people the act of love making is a consummation of marriage."
His stomach hit the top of his skull in surprise as she slipped out from between the sheets and pulled a thin robe over her bare shoulders. Pausing at the door she smirked back at the shocked youth before turning again and heading out.
