Evil Destroyed
A/N: I know it's been a while, I'm really sorry. When I don't get reviews, I have no motivation and write reeeeeeeeally slowly. I'll try harder. I really will. And for anybody who's read the king Arthur stories, I know Sir Percival and Sir Bors find the Chalice with Sir ________ (sorry, didn't want to spoil it for anybody who doesn't know [Although it will get spoiled in a chapter or so], but if you haven't read them, I think you should. They're great, IMHO), but for the purpose of my story, the Grail- finder's going solo.
Chapter 5
Sora Cloud stared at her rescuers for a moment. Then, she began to laugh. It started off as a small chuckle, but soon grew to sidesplitting, tears-in-your-eyes, hysterics. Her four heroes looked at her with pity. They thought she was crazy, which was perfectly fine with Sora because it was true.
The tall, pointy-eared archer was the first to speak.
"It's alright little one. You're safe now. My name is. . ."
"I know exactly who you are! You're Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, and that's Gimli son of Gloin, and those two are Merry and Pippin, though I'm not sure which is which."
"How do know who we are?" gasped one hobbit.
"We should get back to the others." Said Gimli in his gruff dwarf voice. "It's not safe here, and we are going to be late."
"Oh, but we have to wait here! The Easter Bunny and Elvis are going to come soon! And then I can wake up, and everything will be back to normal!" stated Sora, still denying the hilarious truth.
The two hobbits looked at each other with their eyebrows raised (you know, the 'she's cracked, just smile and nod' look). One of them, the one that hadn't spoken yet, handed Sora a cloth to clean her cut cheek with. The girl hadn't ever realized she was hurt. She touched her fingers to the wound, before pulling her hand away and staring at the smeared blood as if she was hypnotized.
"You can't feel pain in a dream." She said softly. She was no longer laughing. There was nothing sharp that she could have cut herself on in her bedroom. And the blood looked too real to be a figment of her imagination. "This isn't a dream, is it?" Sora looked at the others, eyes pleading for them to disagree. They didn't.
"Then. . . Aunt Rose, she's really gone."
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Bilbo Baggins, formerly of the Shire, was seasick. The elven boat that had borne Bilbo from the Grey Havens had been smooth enough, but he could say much less for magical Earth boats.
"Hobbits aren't meant to ride on boats!" he exclaimed. "It's just not natural!"
For all Bilbo's complaining, however, the party's passage on the ship was an extraordinary piece of good luck. Sir Lancelot had done marvelously as their guide. The elderly hobbit remembered. . .
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"That is quite a tale." Lancelot said after hearing their story.
"Then you will help us find this 'Holy Grail'?" asked Gandalf.
"I'm afraid I will be of little assistance to you. I do not believe I will be able to find the Chalice. I have committed too many sins to be trusted with so holy a relic."
The three Middle Earthlings sighed. Lancelot's kind heart wrenched to see them so sad. They resembled his friends so closely. He continued quickly.
"I do know someone who might be able to help you, though. If anyone is to find the Holy Cup, it is he."
"Where can we find this man, Sir Lancelot?" inquired Galadriel.
"He can be found at a small hermitage, not far from here. I will take you to him.
The three ancient Middle Earth beings and their new friend made their way to the hermitage. Their pace was slow (Galadriel, Gandalf, and Bilbo had no horses, and Sir Lancelot had dismounted and was walking as well to be polite. He had offered his horse to his new companions, but they had all declined), but their destination was very close. Before nightfall, they had arrived. Lancelot found the knight and brought him before his friends.
"Lady Galadriel, Sir Gandalf, and Sir Bilbo," he said as he introduced the three to the knight. Strangely, his eyes were filled with pride every time he glanced at the other knight. "This is Sir Galahad. My son."
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The next morning, Bilbo had found himself, his companions, and the two knights on a magical boat headed only Eru-knows-where. He still didn't know what to think of the younger knight, Sir Galahad. He was a queer sort, that was certain. When his father had introduced them, the only thing he had said was "Ah, yes. I know. I've been waiting for you." Bilbo found the knight somewhat unnerving. But, the others had faith that he could find the Grail, so Bilbo wasn't going to say anything. Not that he could have, of course. He was so seasick that he was afraid to open his mouth, for fear of losing his second breakfast and elevenses.
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/Who is Aunt Rose?/
/My Aunt Rosemary. She was my father's sister. She took me in when my parents died. She was the only family I had left. And now she's gone./
/What happened?/
I see the charred hand that had snaked its way around her waist release her. Aunt Rosemary drops to the ground. So clumsy. She was always so graceful when she moved, but now. . . The monster steps over her without a second thought. It's coming for me. No, not for me. For this. For the Ring.
I dive to the bottom cabinet, where Rose keeps the sharp knives. The ones for chopping meat, or cutting watermelons. She never lets me use them, because I cut my hand with one one time. But now I reach for one. But the biggest one is missing. I look up. I see the knife. It's stuck in Aunt Rosemary's back. My own blade slips from my hand. I don't pick it up. I can't use it. I won't use it. I grab a frying pan instead. The monster is drawing nearer all the time. I want to scream, but there's no one to hear.
It pulls the bloody knife from her back. It keeps coming closer, nearer, but I don't want Rosemary's fate. I don't want to die. I'm scared. I swing at the monster, but at the last second, I close my eyes. The pan strikes something, but I'm not sure what. I run out of the house. I go to the police, but they don't believe me. They say the monster is a serial killer, some crazy guy from New Jersey (A/N- no offence to n e 1 from New Jersey. I'm just making this up). They ask me if I have somewhere to stay. I lie. I don't want to go to an institution. I stay with someone from school until they finish searching the house for clues.
/A friend? /
/ No, I don't have any friends. It was an acquaintance, a nice girl who took pity on my and let me sleep at her house for a few nights/
I am still scared. I know the monster will come back. I have nowhere to go. I avoid the house when I can. I sleep in the day, so it can't surprise me by night again. I come to town as often as possible, because I think that I'll be safe if people surround me. But people begin to scare me. I go to the library, and the nice old clerk snaps at me. Drivers slow their cars and stare at me as they drive by, and people everywhere follow me with their eyes. They want it too. Just like the monster. But none of them attack me. Until I take the shortcut through the alley.
Three giant men jump out. One has a knife, like the monster, and the other two have their huge fists. They come closer. The knife flashes. Oh-no-oh- God-oh-no! Just like Rosemary! I'm so afraid! I scream. A knife in my back, like Rose, like the monster, please somebody help me, ohpleaseohplease! And then you come. And I'm safe. And I'm not afraid anymore. Thank you.
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A/N: Done, done done done, DOOOONE! Sorry about that. I hope the flashbacking 1st person part wasn't too confusing for you guys. And I know it had sentence fragments and choppy sentences and some words squished together. It's supposed to. As I said, sorry if it makes it confusing, but I rather like it like that.
~Jenova
Knowledge is Power
Power Corrupts
Study Hard; Be Evil!
A/N: I know it's been a while, I'm really sorry. When I don't get reviews, I have no motivation and write reeeeeeeeally slowly. I'll try harder. I really will. And for anybody who's read the king Arthur stories, I know Sir Percival and Sir Bors find the Chalice with Sir ________ (sorry, didn't want to spoil it for anybody who doesn't know [Although it will get spoiled in a chapter or so], but if you haven't read them, I think you should. They're great, IMHO), but for the purpose of my story, the Grail- finder's going solo.
Chapter 5
Sora Cloud stared at her rescuers for a moment. Then, she began to laugh. It started off as a small chuckle, but soon grew to sidesplitting, tears-in-your-eyes, hysterics. Her four heroes looked at her with pity. They thought she was crazy, which was perfectly fine with Sora because it was true.
The tall, pointy-eared archer was the first to speak.
"It's alright little one. You're safe now. My name is. . ."
"I know exactly who you are! You're Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, and that's Gimli son of Gloin, and those two are Merry and Pippin, though I'm not sure which is which."
"How do know who we are?" gasped one hobbit.
"We should get back to the others." Said Gimli in his gruff dwarf voice. "It's not safe here, and we are going to be late."
"Oh, but we have to wait here! The Easter Bunny and Elvis are going to come soon! And then I can wake up, and everything will be back to normal!" stated Sora, still denying the hilarious truth.
The two hobbits looked at each other with their eyebrows raised (you know, the 'she's cracked, just smile and nod' look). One of them, the one that hadn't spoken yet, handed Sora a cloth to clean her cut cheek with. The girl hadn't ever realized she was hurt. She touched her fingers to the wound, before pulling her hand away and staring at the smeared blood as if she was hypnotized.
"You can't feel pain in a dream." She said softly. She was no longer laughing. There was nothing sharp that she could have cut herself on in her bedroom. And the blood looked too real to be a figment of her imagination. "This isn't a dream, is it?" Sora looked at the others, eyes pleading for them to disagree. They didn't.
"Then. . . Aunt Rose, she's really gone."
* * * * * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * *
Bilbo Baggins, formerly of the Shire, was seasick. The elven boat that had borne Bilbo from the Grey Havens had been smooth enough, but he could say much less for magical Earth boats.
"Hobbits aren't meant to ride on boats!" he exclaimed. "It's just not natural!"
For all Bilbo's complaining, however, the party's passage on the ship was an extraordinary piece of good luck. Sir Lancelot had done marvelously as their guide. The elderly hobbit remembered. . .
* * * * * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * ** * *
"That is quite a tale." Lancelot said after hearing their story.
"Then you will help us find this 'Holy Grail'?" asked Gandalf.
"I'm afraid I will be of little assistance to you. I do not believe I will be able to find the Chalice. I have committed too many sins to be trusted with so holy a relic."
The three Middle Earthlings sighed. Lancelot's kind heart wrenched to see them so sad. They resembled his friends so closely. He continued quickly.
"I do know someone who might be able to help you, though. If anyone is to find the Holy Cup, it is he."
"Where can we find this man, Sir Lancelot?" inquired Galadriel.
"He can be found at a small hermitage, not far from here. I will take you to him.
The three ancient Middle Earth beings and their new friend made their way to the hermitage. Their pace was slow (Galadriel, Gandalf, and Bilbo had no horses, and Sir Lancelot had dismounted and was walking as well to be polite. He had offered his horse to his new companions, but they had all declined), but their destination was very close. Before nightfall, they had arrived. Lancelot found the knight and brought him before his friends.
"Lady Galadriel, Sir Gandalf, and Sir Bilbo," he said as he introduced the three to the knight. Strangely, his eyes were filled with pride every time he glanced at the other knight. "This is Sir Galahad. My son."
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The next morning, Bilbo had found himself, his companions, and the two knights on a magical boat headed only Eru-knows-where. He still didn't know what to think of the younger knight, Sir Galahad. He was a queer sort, that was certain. When his father had introduced them, the only thing he had said was "Ah, yes. I know. I've been waiting for you." Bilbo found the knight somewhat unnerving. But, the others had faith that he could find the Grail, so Bilbo wasn't going to say anything. Not that he could have, of course. He was so seasick that he was afraid to open his mouth, for fear of losing his second breakfast and elevenses.
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/Who is Aunt Rose?/
/My Aunt Rosemary. She was my father's sister. She took me in when my parents died. She was the only family I had left. And now she's gone./
/What happened?/
I see the charred hand that had snaked its way around her waist release her. Aunt Rosemary drops to the ground. So clumsy. She was always so graceful when she moved, but now. . . The monster steps over her without a second thought. It's coming for me. No, not for me. For this. For the Ring.
I dive to the bottom cabinet, where Rose keeps the sharp knives. The ones for chopping meat, or cutting watermelons. She never lets me use them, because I cut my hand with one one time. But now I reach for one. But the biggest one is missing. I look up. I see the knife. It's stuck in Aunt Rosemary's back. My own blade slips from my hand. I don't pick it up. I can't use it. I won't use it. I grab a frying pan instead. The monster is drawing nearer all the time. I want to scream, but there's no one to hear.
It pulls the bloody knife from her back. It keeps coming closer, nearer, but I don't want Rosemary's fate. I don't want to die. I'm scared. I swing at the monster, but at the last second, I close my eyes. The pan strikes something, but I'm not sure what. I run out of the house. I go to the police, but they don't believe me. They say the monster is a serial killer, some crazy guy from New Jersey (A/N- no offence to n e 1 from New Jersey. I'm just making this up). They ask me if I have somewhere to stay. I lie. I don't want to go to an institution. I stay with someone from school until they finish searching the house for clues.
/A friend? /
/ No, I don't have any friends. It was an acquaintance, a nice girl who took pity on my and let me sleep at her house for a few nights/
I am still scared. I know the monster will come back. I have nowhere to go. I avoid the house when I can. I sleep in the day, so it can't surprise me by night again. I come to town as often as possible, because I think that I'll be safe if people surround me. But people begin to scare me. I go to the library, and the nice old clerk snaps at me. Drivers slow their cars and stare at me as they drive by, and people everywhere follow me with their eyes. They want it too. Just like the monster. But none of them attack me. Until I take the shortcut through the alley.
Three giant men jump out. One has a knife, like the monster, and the other two have their huge fists. They come closer. The knife flashes. Oh-no-oh- God-oh-no! Just like Rosemary! I'm so afraid! I scream. A knife in my back, like Rose, like the monster, please somebody help me, ohpleaseohplease! And then you come. And I'm safe. And I'm not afraid anymore. Thank you.
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A/N: Done, done done done, DOOOONE! Sorry about that. I hope the flashbacking 1st person part wasn't too confusing for you guys. And I know it had sentence fragments and choppy sentences and some words squished together. It's supposed to. As I said, sorry if it makes it confusing, but I rather like it like that.
~Jenova
Knowledge is Power
Power Corrupts
Study Hard; Be Evil!