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Pls. tell me if there are any grammatical errors, I'll change it right away!
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Shadow: I would just like to point out that I was the one doing all the work! Me, the one. The greatest. The best. (Poses and puts on imaginary glasses)
Heero: (Evil Death Glare) Hn!
Duo: (Evil Glare) What do you mean!
Rayne: (Evil Mini Death Glare) Kill!
Solo: (Evil Glare) Yeah! We did all the work!
Blue Dream: (Evil Glare) Yes! You're the worst muse remember? Your boyfriend is the one who's good!
Shadow: (looks at Heero and Duo) You two didn't do any work! You were busy making out!
Shadow: (looks at Solo) You were busy running away from Rayne! So I did all the work!
Blue Dream: (looks ready to kill) YOU WERE BUSY SLEEPING!!! (screams at Shadow) AT LEAST THE OTHERS WERE AWAKE! YOU WERE SNORING AND DROOLING! HOW DARE YOU SAY YOU DID ALL THE WORK! I WROTE IT! ME! NOT YOU! AND THE ONE WHO HELPS ME THE MOST IS RAVEN! THE OTHERS ENTERTAIN ME AT LEAST! YOU JUST SLEEP! (gasping for breath) So have you heard from Raven yet? (smiles angelically)
Shadow: meep! (cowering) meep! (melts under Blue Dream's ultra super powered death glare complete with evil darkness laser and horror stars)
Heero: (looks at Duo with slightly wide eyes) Remind me not to get her angry. (whispers) She scares me!
Duo: (nods emphatically) Yeah I know!
Rayne / Solo: (looks at the readers) So anyway, here's the new chapter. Pls. Enjoy. And pls. review. (looks pleadingly at the readers) It might calm her down. (looks nervously at the author who is sitting with a way too innocent smile on her face)
Rayne: (looks at readers with really huge scared eyes) Please!
+ + Part Three: Strange Encounters
"Mama!" a little boy of about seven shouts excitedly. "Mama! Look!" he says, pointing excitedly down the road. A woman raises her head from the garden she is tending. She looks to where her son is pointing. She sees a beautiful horse coming down the road with a young boy on its back. She stares entranced at the boy.
He was the most beautiful boy she has ever seen. He looked to be around the age of twelve. His dark brown hair fell in wild waves about his forehead. Long dark lashes gently brushed pale cheeks framing eyes the deepest shade of blue. His features were beautiful and perfect. He wore a short white tunic held together at his waist by silver chain. Since the tunic was very short, his long slender legs were bare. He wore silver sandals on his feet. His arms were also bare from the shoulders down.
The stallion he sat on was also magnificent. Much larger than a normal stallion, its coat was as white as snow with no marking anywhere. Its long flowing mane and tail were silvery-white in color. Its eyes were the color of gold. They looked like topazes. The boy sat on his horse bareback. The horse wore no tack whatsoever.
The woman watched in silence as the youth trotted by. He paused awhile to look at the child by the road. Then he looked at her and gave her a sweet gentle smile. She felt her heart jump at his smile, and for some unaccountable reason she was filled with joy. She gazed after him even as he disappeared around a bend. Her son ran back to her. "Mama, look!" he said handing her some white flowers. "Aren't the pretty?" he asked. She looked at the flowers in her hand. They were very small and the edges of their petals were tipped with silver. The scent the little flowers emitted was very delicate and enchanting. "Where did you get them?" she asked. The little boy smiled. "He gave them to me!" he said smiling happily.
"Are my Father's generals here?" Duo asked the soldier who stood before him.
"Yes, your highness," the soldier answered. "They are waiting for you in the other tent."
"Very well. Tell them I will be joining them soon." Duo said.
"At once! Your highness." The soldier said. Bowing respectfully, he left the tent.
Quatre entered after the soldier had left. "What will you do?" he asked looking at the standing prince.
Duo sighed at the question his friend asked him. "I have absolutely no idea Quatre." He said, as he exhaled. "Do you have any ideas?" he asked, looking at the blond man.
"Your highness!" a soldier called from outside the tent. "There is someone demanding to see you," he said.
"Who is it?" Duo asked partly raising the canvas flap.
"He wouldn't tell us, your highness," the soldier said. "All we know for sure is that he's an Elf."
Duo and Quatre looked at each other. Turning to the soldier, Duo stepped out of the tent followed by Quatre. "Take us to him!" he said to the rather surprised soldier.
The soldier bowed a bit hastily, "Yes your highness," he said. He led both men to the edge of the camp near the forest where the Elf was waiting.
Duo looked the Elf over. The prince had to admit he was a very handsome Elf. He was tall and slender. His short hair was brown and his eyes were an unearthly shade of emerald green. An unusually long bang covered half of his face; it hid one of his eyes. He wore a dark green tunic, a white shirt and brown breeches. A magnificent green cloak hung from his shoulders, it seemed to shimmer and change its shade when he moved. There was a quiver full of arrows and a strange long bow strapped to his back and a slim sword was fastened to his waist. He nodded to them as they approached.
"Prince Duo." Trowa said in a quiet voice. He inclined his head in a greeting that clearly said he was of at least the same rank. Turning to the beautiful blond youth beside the prince, he gave a small bow, his hands crossed over his chest. "Mage." He said staring at the angel-faced youth with aquamarine blue eyes.
Quatre's eyes widened when he saw the Elf. Gorgeous! was the one word that filtered through his mind. His eyes widened even more when the Elf greeted him. The Elf had greeted him as a full powered Sun Mage. It was a secret known only to Duo and Wufei. He wondered how the Elf had known.
"Welcome, I am Duo of Maxwell, prince of Shadedron." Duo said in formal tones.
"I thank you," the Elf answered. "My name is Trowa of Barton," he said.
"What is it that an Elf would want from us?" Duo asked.
"I have come to lead you to the Forest of Death."
"Why would we wish to go there?"
"You will not find the Prince of Light if you do not pass this test."
"What do you know of the Prince?"
"All I know is that you must pass the test of the Storm Lords before you can meet him."
"But there are no more Storm Lords! They vanished centuries ago!"
"They did not vanish. They were protected by the power of the prince, and they are loyal to him. Without them you will not meet him."
"How do we find the Forest of Death?"
"I am to show you the way."
"We will get ready."
"By the way, only three of you may come."
"What!"
"Only the two of you and your sword master Wufei of Chang may come. The Forest will not accept any others."
"What are my men supposed to do!?"
"They will remain here until your return. It cannot be any other way."
"Fine! We'll get ready!" Saying that, Duo walked toward the tent where his generals were holding council. It was going to take him a long time to convince them to let him go. He sighed as he knew it would take him even longer to convince Wufei to go along with the Elf.
Quatre lingered a bit longer. Finally after a final look at Trowa (gorgeous very sexy Elf Trowa) he followed the prince.
"My love, do you know where the Light is?"
"No. He has been hidden from me."
"How are we to help the mortals then?"
"We are not to help them."
"But."
"Shhh.... love, listen to me. We cannot help them, we can only guard and guide their steps."
"But will the Dark Child be able to fulfill his destiny?"
"We can only watch, my love. But I think he is capable of his task."
"I hope for the sake of the Light that we have made a wise choice."
"It was already made for us. The Light himself was the one who chose his prince."
"You are right. I hope he will not fail his task."
"Do not worry too much, my love. He will not fail. After all he is one of my children."
"I believe, my love, that you are sometimes too conceited for your own good."
"That is true. But then I am a god."
"Of course you are. But your heart belongs to me alone as mine does to you."
"It is something I treasure above all else."
"Will you show me how much you treasure it?"
"Ah, my love. I would want nothing else."
"Then come to me and show me." (1)
He looked up at the stars. For days now he could feel a dark presence in his mind. It was almost as if something evil and foul had been unleashed. Yet together with that, he had sensed another presence as well. It glowed warm and inviting, yet it was tinged with darkness. This presence in his mind had been growing stronger each passing day.
Unconsciously, he began calling to it. He was traveling to the Forest where he had met Wing. For some unknown reason, he knew he had to be there before the third full moon passed. Turning beautiful intense Prussian blue eyes toward the east, he raised his hand in greeting to the majestic rising of the sun. Turning his magnificent stallion, he galloped at full speed toward the south.
"General Khushrenada!"
"What is it?" Irritation.
"Master Odin Lowe has come."
"Bring him whatever he wishes."
"Yes General."
"General Khushrenada, I presume?" a cold amused voice said when he entered the tent. Treize looked at the man lounging on the couch. The man was fairly tall. He could have had a pleasant face with his sandy blond hair and sky blue eyes if not for the cruel lines around his mouth and the cruelty and coldness that glittered from his eyes. The general knew that this man was truly dangerous.
"Yes." Treize answered. "I am General Khushrenada. What can I do for you?" he asked, with subtle wariness.
"I would like you to join my army." Odin said quietly. He'd been assessing the general since the man had entered. The man was truly a danger, far too ambitious for Odin's plans. Yet. he could be used. Yes. truly. he could be used for a short amount of time. If he became too troublesome. then a simple curse would dispose of him. Besides, the man had a nice enough body. Odin knew the man had never been broken; it would be fun to see how the man would react to being taken on his hands and knees.
Begging to be taken of course.
End Part 3
Notes: I don't really understand the first part myself. Ah well form your own opinions of it. I think I just needed something to introduce Heero. You did know it was Heero right?
(1) Um. this is a conversation between a god and a goddess. You can guess who it is. Their identities will come out later though.
Oh and did any of you like my muses' conversations? If you did. Pls. tell me. I'm thinking about putting up a story titled The Rambles of my Muses. What is your opinion?
Please Review!!! Tell me what you think? PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I LOVE REVIEWS!!! ^_~
/By the way thank you for the Happy Birthday wishes. ^_^
Pls. tell me if there are any grammatical errors, I'll change it right away!
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Shadow: I would just like to point out that I was the one doing all the work! Me, the one. The greatest. The best. (Poses and puts on imaginary glasses)
Heero: (Evil Death Glare) Hn!
Duo: (Evil Glare) What do you mean!
Rayne: (Evil Mini Death Glare) Kill!
Solo: (Evil Glare) Yeah! We did all the work!
Blue Dream: (Evil Glare) Yes! You're the worst muse remember? Your boyfriend is the one who's good!
Shadow: (looks at Heero and Duo) You two didn't do any work! You were busy making out!
Shadow: (looks at Solo) You were busy running away from Rayne! So I did all the work!
Blue Dream: (looks ready to kill) YOU WERE BUSY SLEEPING!!! (screams at Shadow) AT LEAST THE OTHERS WERE AWAKE! YOU WERE SNORING AND DROOLING! HOW DARE YOU SAY YOU DID ALL THE WORK! I WROTE IT! ME! NOT YOU! AND THE ONE WHO HELPS ME THE MOST IS RAVEN! THE OTHERS ENTERTAIN ME AT LEAST! YOU JUST SLEEP! (gasping for breath) So have you heard from Raven yet? (smiles angelically)
Shadow: meep! (cowering) meep! (melts under Blue Dream's ultra super powered death glare complete with evil darkness laser and horror stars)
Heero: (looks at Duo with slightly wide eyes) Remind me not to get her angry. (whispers) She scares me!
Duo: (nods emphatically) Yeah I know!
Rayne / Solo: (looks at the readers) So anyway, here's the new chapter. Pls. Enjoy. And pls. review. (looks pleadingly at the readers) It might calm her down. (looks nervously at the author who is sitting with a way too innocent smile on her face)
Rayne: (looks at readers with really huge scared eyes) Please!
+ + Part Three: Strange Encounters
"Mama!" a little boy of about seven shouts excitedly. "Mama! Look!" he says, pointing excitedly down the road. A woman raises her head from the garden she is tending. She looks to where her son is pointing. She sees a beautiful horse coming down the road with a young boy on its back. She stares entranced at the boy.
He was the most beautiful boy she has ever seen. He looked to be around the age of twelve. His dark brown hair fell in wild waves about his forehead. Long dark lashes gently brushed pale cheeks framing eyes the deepest shade of blue. His features were beautiful and perfect. He wore a short white tunic held together at his waist by silver chain. Since the tunic was very short, his long slender legs were bare. He wore silver sandals on his feet. His arms were also bare from the shoulders down.
The stallion he sat on was also magnificent. Much larger than a normal stallion, its coat was as white as snow with no marking anywhere. Its long flowing mane and tail were silvery-white in color. Its eyes were the color of gold. They looked like topazes. The boy sat on his horse bareback. The horse wore no tack whatsoever.
The woman watched in silence as the youth trotted by. He paused awhile to look at the child by the road. Then he looked at her and gave her a sweet gentle smile. She felt her heart jump at his smile, and for some unaccountable reason she was filled with joy. She gazed after him even as he disappeared around a bend. Her son ran back to her. "Mama, look!" he said handing her some white flowers. "Aren't the pretty?" he asked. She looked at the flowers in her hand. They were very small and the edges of their petals were tipped with silver. The scent the little flowers emitted was very delicate and enchanting. "Where did you get them?" she asked. The little boy smiled. "He gave them to me!" he said smiling happily.
"Are my Father's generals here?" Duo asked the soldier who stood before him.
"Yes, your highness," the soldier answered. "They are waiting for you in the other tent."
"Very well. Tell them I will be joining them soon." Duo said.
"At once! Your highness." The soldier said. Bowing respectfully, he left the tent.
Quatre entered after the soldier had left. "What will you do?" he asked looking at the standing prince.
Duo sighed at the question his friend asked him. "I have absolutely no idea Quatre." He said, as he exhaled. "Do you have any ideas?" he asked, looking at the blond man.
"Your highness!" a soldier called from outside the tent. "There is someone demanding to see you," he said.
"Who is it?" Duo asked partly raising the canvas flap.
"He wouldn't tell us, your highness," the soldier said. "All we know for sure is that he's an Elf."
Duo and Quatre looked at each other. Turning to the soldier, Duo stepped out of the tent followed by Quatre. "Take us to him!" he said to the rather surprised soldier.
The soldier bowed a bit hastily, "Yes your highness," he said. He led both men to the edge of the camp near the forest where the Elf was waiting.
Duo looked the Elf over. The prince had to admit he was a very handsome Elf. He was tall and slender. His short hair was brown and his eyes were an unearthly shade of emerald green. An unusually long bang covered half of his face; it hid one of his eyes. He wore a dark green tunic, a white shirt and brown breeches. A magnificent green cloak hung from his shoulders, it seemed to shimmer and change its shade when he moved. There was a quiver full of arrows and a strange long bow strapped to his back and a slim sword was fastened to his waist. He nodded to them as they approached.
"Prince Duo." Trowa said in a quiet voice. He inclined his head in a greeting that clearly said he was of at least the same rank. Turning to the beautiful blond youth beside the prince, he gave a small bow, his hands crossed over his chest. "Mage." He said staring at the angel-faced youth with aquamarine blue eyes.
Quatre's eyes widened when he saw the Elf. Gorgeous! was the one word that filtered through his mind. His eyes widened even more when the Elf greeted him. The Elf had greeted him as a full powered Sun Mage. It was a secret known only to Duo and Wufei. He wondered how the Elf had known.
"Welcome, I am Duo of Maxwell, prince of Shadedron." Duo said in formal tones.
"I thank you," the Elf answered. "My name is Trowa of Barton," he said.
"What is it that an Elf would want from us?" Duo asked.
"I have come to lead you to the Forest of Death."
"Why would we wish to go there?"
"You will not find the Prince of Light if you do not pass this test."
"What do you know of the Prince?"
"All I know is that you must pass the test of the Storm Lords before you can meet him."
"But there are no more Storm Lords! They vanished centuries ago!"
"They did not vanish. They were protected by the power of the prince, and they are loyal to him. Without them you will not meet him."
"How do we find the Forest of Death?"
"I am to show you the way."
"We will get ready."
"By the way, only three of you may come."
"What!"
"Only the two of you and your sword master Wufei of Chang may come. The Forest will not accept any others."
"What are my men supposed to do!?"
"They will remain here until your return. It cannot be any other way."
"Fine! We'll get ready!" Saying that, Duo walked toward the tent where his generals were holding council. It was going to take him a long time to convince them to let him go. He sighed as he knew it would take him even longer to convince Wufei to go along with the Elf.
Quatre lingered a bit longer. Finally after a final look at Trowa (gorgeous very sexy Elf Trowa) he followed the prince.
"My love, do you know where the Light is?"
"No. He has been hidden from me."
"How are we to help the mortals then?"
"We are not to help them."
"But."
"Shhh.... love, listen to me. We cannot help them, we can only guard and guide their steps."
"But will the Dark Child be able to fulfill his destiny?"
"We can only watch, my love. But I think he is capable of his task."
"I hope for the sake of the Light that we have made a wise choice."
"It was already made for us. The Light himself was the one who chose his prince."
"You are right. I hope he will not fail his task."
"Do not worry too much, my love. He will not fail. After all he is one of my children."
"I believe, my love, that you are sometimes too conceited for your own good."
"That is true. But then I am a god."
"Of course you are. But your heart belongs to me alone as mine does to you."
"It is something I treasure above all else."
"Will you show me how much you treasure it?"
"Ah, my love. I would want nothing else."
"Then come to me and show me." (1)
He looked up at the stars. For days now he could feel a dark presence in his mind. It was almost as if something evil and foul had been unleashed. Yet together with that, he had sensed another presence as well. It glowed warm and inviting, yet it was tinged with darkness. This presence in his mind had been growing stronger each passing day.
Unconsciously, he began calling to it. He was traveling to the Forest where he had met Wing. For some unknown reason, he knew he had to be there before the third full moon passed. Turning beautiful intense Prussian blue eyes toward the east, he raised his hand in greeting to the majestic rising of the sun. Turning his magnificent stallion, he galloped at full speed toward the south.
"General Khushrenada!"
"What is it?" Irritation.
"Master Odin Lowe has come."
"Bring him whatever he wishes."
"Yes General."
"General Khushrenada, I presume?" a cold amused voice said when he entered the tent. Treize looked at the man lounging on the couch. The man was fairly tall. He could have had a pleasant face with his sandy blond hair and sky blue eyes if not for the cruel lines around his mouth and the cruelty and coldness that glittered from his eyes. The general knew that this man was truly dangerous.
"Yes." Treize answered. "I am General Khushrenada. What can I do for you?" he asked, with subtle wariness.
"I would like you to join my army." Odin said quietly. He'd been assessing the general since the man had entered. The man was truly a danger, far too ambitious for Odin's plans. Yet. he could be used. Yes. truly. he could be used for a short amount of time. If he became too troublesome. then a simple curse would dispose of him. Besides, the man had a nice enough body. Odin knew the man had never been broken; it would be fun to see how the man would react to being taken on his hands and knees.
Begging to be taken of course.
End Part 3
Notes: I don't really understand the first part myself. Ah well form your own opinions of it. I think I just needed something to introduce Heero. You did know it was Heero right?
(1) Um. this is a conversation between a god and a goddess. You can guess who it is. Their identities will come out later though.
Oh and did any of you like my muses' conversations? If you did. Pls. tell me. I'm thinking about putting up a story titled The Rambles of my Muses. What is your opinion?
Please Review!!! Tell me what you think? PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!