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~Link~
During our journey across the field, Storm had been silent, more silent than the night around us. I thought she had gone to sleep as her slender frame over my shoulder had lost all tension. She had also stopped trying to beat me, which was always a good thing. Just outside Kakariko I felt I could trust her enough not to run away or try to slice me into three pieces with a vicious double swipe.
She stood as I let her down, so she was awake.
"Are you going to be nice now, Storm?," I asked, making sure. I looked at her. It appeared she had been crying, but I couldn't tell in the dark.
"Yes," she mumbled.
"Come on then, my house is this way," I said softly. She walked along behind me, sulking like a reluctant dog on an invisible leash.
We walked through the still village, trying not to break the silence. We turned a corner to the right, up some stairs, and to my door.
"It used to be a house full of a cursed family, all turned into spiders." I told Storm, trying to make some conversation.
"That's disgusting." She muttered, unimpressed.
"Well, that's what you get when madmen are set loose upon and innocent land." I opened the door and let her in before me. "Take the bed, I can sleep on the floor."
She turned around to say something, but I held up my hand.
"No, seriously." I assured her. She said nothing and slowly made her way over to the bed, perhaps suspecting that I'd laid a trap so I was making sure she slept there and not me. She sat down cautiously, a small creak made her tense slightly but she became still and watched me.
"Storm, you can lie down." I said, rubbing the back of my neck, Din this was awkward. She lay down but made no effort to lift up the covers. I went over to a shelf and got a blanket, which I rolled out on the floor, I then got another one and covered myself with it. I looked one more time to check she was alright. She was on her back, just staring at the ceiling. I sighed and settled down, closing my eyes and drifting into an shallow, uncomfortable sleep.
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I awoke the next morning and looked around sleepily. Pale gray sunlight filtered in the window. I guessed it must have been about five in the morning. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I suddenly remembered Storm and looked over at her. She was sitting up on the bed, hugging her knees, eyes wide open, staring into space. The poor girl looked pale, with dark rings around her eyes. I felt a sadness touch me, for her sake.
She seemed like a caged animal, lost in a place she didn't know, with no escape, and longing for her homeland dreadfully.
Sighing I got up, she blinked and looked at me. "Did you sleep at all?", I asked her gently. She shook her head and kept looking at me. I chewed my bottom lip.
"I'm sorry Storm. I know you're lost for what to do, and I know it's hard. I will try to get you home, but it doesn't help that I have no idea where you came from."
She rubbed her eyes and breathed out, not sighing, but it was almost like that. She stood up. I think this was the first time I'd seen her in the light, not ready to bite off my arm and use it to batter me. She was exquisitely beautiful, she had deep understanding eyes, that almost had a childlike quality within them. She had a nice figure, but at the moment looked terribly thin.
"We should get some food for you." I offered. She shrugged and said nothing. I suddenly realised, she thought I was keeping her prisoner, and everything was my choice.
"Hey, Storm, it's your choice, really. I'm just here to offer support and keep a roof over your head until you can get back to your world, and not forgetting the medicine."
She suddenly scowled at me.
"...Which I assure you, you can apply yourself."
Her face softened again, sadness replacing the sudden burst of annoyance. That was how I'd only ever seen her, sad or angry. It was quite depressing, I wanted to see her smile, something deep inside wanted to make her happy.
"Look, we should find something to eat because otherwise that medicine you have to drink won't work." I told her.
She nodded and stepped forward, ready for me to lead her on. A cucco crowed outside, and although it was early, I thought it best to head off for the castle town where we could get fresh fruit. I opened the door and let her through first. Again, without a word she moved past me and waited patiently as I shut up the house.
I lead her through the village, people had began to wake up and stared at this newcomer, one young man wolf whistled. Storm looked like she wanted to slap him but didn't turn her head and followed me out of the gate.
~Storm~
I . . . . wanted. . . . to. . . . . SMACK HIM!!! Him! Plink or whatever his name was. I also wanted to slap that man who whistled at me, but that wasn't the most important thing at the moment.
I was boiling with rage inside but on the surface I felt miserable. I was livid that he'd carried me the whole way across the field last night, my side ached. The great oaf kept going on about my medication, but had left it on the table, thank god for him that I noticed it and picked it up for him, or his ego would have taken a trip to ground level.
The field looked nicer in the day, but I didn't care or bother to notice because I was in a seriously grouchy mood. The sun was becoming warmer and brightening up. I didn't like the sun here, it was too warm.
I don't think he'd noticed I'm extremely nocturnal, that's why I'm so pale. I draw all my energy from the moon, I could hit the idiot with a lightning bolt standing on my head if I wanted to, but he was the only companion I had in this strange realm and I planned to keep him until I got back to Aradania.
We were making our way towards a town with great stone walls around it. I didn't like it, once again longing for the forest and sea of my land. Stone drained me of my energy, it was so lifeless and plain.
I looked behind me, sensing something. Woodland, to the east. I longed to go that way and stopped and turned.
The footsteps ahead of me stopped as well. I looked around, almost feeling guilty for disobeying and not following. He looked at me quizzically, but I just bowed my head and trudged after him again. . . . .moron. We crossed a drawbridge, I took one final look at the forest before entering the stone walls of the town. I don't mind towns without walls, but this just blocks out all the power.
The market place was already bustling with life at this time in the morning, although most of my people do their business in the evening.
Blondey pushed his way through to a stall and started fighting over some things called apples. I kept away from the crowd, and sat down on the edge of a fountain, looking down into it. Wanting to see my fate I put my finger into the still waters and concentrated. Visions danced across the surface. All jumbled up at first but I managed to control them.
A dark, sinister man with long, straight purple hair. Blondey and I, side by side, swords drawn, a shadow advancing. A huge dark city full of death. And then myself, running and skipping through a rain storm, drenched, but absolutely jumping with joy, although my powers of earth were gone. . . . .
I smiled and drew my finger away from the water. I turned to see blonde-boy staring in awe.
"What were you doing to the water?" he whispered. I knew he couldn't see my visions, but he would have seen a sheen of silver light. I didn't want to talk to him so I just shrugged. He sighed and handed me a rounded, green fruit with a small stalk.
"It's an apple, I don't know if you have those where you come from but it tastes good and will do you no harm." He assured me like a three year old. The anger began to flare up again. I'd always had a hard time controlling my temper. My mother said it was a trait very strange to be seen with a forest mage, and mostly associated with the hot tempered fire mages of my world. But I guess it explained my secret lightning skills. These thoughts calmed me again. I was incredibly proud of my Aradanian powers.
I took a bite of the 'apple' and enjoyed it thoroughly, it was sweet and crunchy with a nice flavour, momentarily easing the weariness of being trapped in stone walls. I finished everything but the seeds, and the stalk which I threw away.
I looked around, and my eyes fell on a beggar who was looking hungrily at the apple blonde-boy was eating. I felt a great pity in my heart for the man. I hated seeing people go hungry. I walked over to a plant pot with soil but no plant.
I buried the seeds and layed my hands over the spot. Tiny green and silver sparkles dotted down into the earth and a stalk writhed upwards, growing and uncoiling itself, reaching up. I heard gasps as people turned to watch the young green stalk turning brown and hardening. Branches spread, leaves sprouted, small white flowers dotted around but quickly swelled and turned into a large number of the juicy fruit I had just tasted. I stopped the spell and stepped back, admiring my work.
Everyone stood in a circle staring at me and my tree. The beggar sidled forward, cautiously, licking his lips, he plucked one from the tree and under the watch of everyone in the square, took a bite. His face spread into a wide grin immediately and he clutched it close to him.
"The sweetest fruit I have ever tasted," he said, looking as if he was almost going to start crying. People surged forward plucking the apples from their places and biting into them. All seemed satisfied, but rage spread over me, it was not meant for those who could afford it, I made the tree for the beggar, it was his tree.
"THIS IS NOT RIGHT!" screamed a voice. I thought it was my own but all eyes were directed to the stall behind me.
"You put me out of business!" yelled a short, fat, irate man who rushed out wagging his finger at me.
"It wasn't meant for them!" I cried. "It was meant for him, because he can't buy them and stealing is wrong. Now they're stealing it away from him, you're correct, this is not right. They should come to you, this tree is for the beggar."
All people suddenly scowled at me and an angry murmur went up. Blonde-boy surged forward.
"AMELIA!" He cried. "You haven't been taking your medication again have you?"
I can tell you, I have never been so embarrassed in my entire existence.
"What did the doctor say? No gardening for a week! Look what you did to that plant!"
My mouth gaped open. The townsfolk began to chuckle. Blonde-boy looked at me, urging me to do something. So I pretended to faint. A gasp went up as strong arms caught me.
"She's fine! It's just a minor disorder! I'll take her out of town for a bit!" he said, picking me up and carrying me out of the enclosed stone. I felt refreshed the second we left the town walls. I leapt out of his arms and looked towards the forest.
"WHAT. . . (Dramatic pause) Was that stunt?" He demanded. I rolled my eyes and began to walk east. "Hey! Woah! Hold on a minute," he ran up and grabbed my arm, stopping me. "First thing is first, how on earth did you do that?"
"I'm a forest mage, live with it," I said flatly.
"Fine, secondly. . ." he trailed off, searching anywhere he stored something. I had to stop myself grinning and produced the medicine from my own pocket. He scowled at me.
"Well I couldn't let you just leave them there, could I?" I said, trying to mask my amusement by scolding him. He rolled his eyes and I took a swig. The liquid was lilac in colour and sickly sweet in taste. Grimacing slightly, I clutched my side which began to prickle.
"What do you want to go and do?" he asked.
"Whatever you want to Blonde-boy." I answered.
"It's Link. . . . you seem to like the forest, why don't we go there?" He said, almost asking my permission.
"Why not? Sounds good!" I said, leading on. He shook his head and smiled, following me. I felt a spring in my step, and good humour returning to me as we neared the forest, the energy being drawn to me, my mood lightening. Maybe this land wasn't so bad after all. . . . .
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More will happen in the next chapter, I'm just building up on characters at the moment! ^______^ Please Read et review!
Disclaimer : Do I even have to bother?
Argentium : Yes
Disclaimer : She don't own nothing. Seriously, she doesn't even own a life.
Argentium : -.-;;
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~Link~
During our journey across the field, Storm had been silent, more silent than the night around us. I thought she had gone to sleep as her slender frame over my shoulder had lost all tension. She had also stopped trying to beat me, which was always a good thing. Just outside Kakariko I felt I could trust her enough not to run away or try to slice me into three pieces with a vicious double swipe.
She stood as I let her down, so she was awake.
"Are you going to be nice now, Storm?," I asked, making sure. I looked at her. It appeared she had been crying, but I couldn't tell in the dark.
"Yes," she mumbled.
"Come on then, my house is this way," I said softly. She walked along behind me, sulking like a reluctant dog on an invisible leash.
We walked through the still village, trying not to break the silence. We turned a corner to the right, up some stairs, and to my door.
"It used to be a house full of a cursed family, all turned into spiders." I told Storm, trying to make some conversation.
"That's disgusting." She muttered, unimpressed.
"Well, that's what you get when madmen are set loose upon and innocent land." I opened the door and let her in before me. "Take the bed, I can sleep on the floor."
She turned around to say something, but I held up my hand.
"No, seriously." I assured her. She said nothing and slowly made her way over to the bed, perhaps suspecting that I'd laid a trap so I was making sure she slept there and not me. She sat down cautiously, a small creak made her tense slightly but she became still and watched me.
"Storm, you can lie down." I said, rubbing the back of my neck, Din this was awkward. She lay down but made no effort to lift up the covers. I went over to a shelf and got a blanket, which I rolled out on the floor, I then got another one and covered myself with it. I looked one more time to check she was alright. She was on her back, just staring at the ceiling. I sighed and settled down, closing my eyes and drifting into an shallow, uncomfortable sleep.
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I awoke the next morning and looked around sleepily. Pale gray sunlight filtered in the window. I guessed it must have been about five in the morning. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I suddenly remembered Storm and looked over at her. She was sitting up on the bed, hugging her knees, eyes wide open, staring into space. The poor girl looked pale, with dark rings around her eyes. I felt a sadness touch me, for her sake.
She seemed like a caged animal, lost in a place she didn't know, with no escape, and longing for her homeland dreadfully.
Sighing I got up, she blinked and looked at me. "Did you sleep at all?", I asked her gently. She shook her head and kept looking at me. I chewed my bottom lip.
"I'm sorry Storm. I know you're lost for what to do, and I know it's hard. I will try to get you home, but it doesn't help that I have no idea where you came from."
She rubbed her eyes and breathed out, not sighing, but it was almost like that. She stood up. I think this was the first time I'd seen her in the light, not ready to bite off my arm and use it to batter me. She was exquisitely beautiful, she had deep understanding eyes, that almost had a childlike quality within them. She had a nice figure, but at the moment looked terribly thin.
"We should get some food for you." I offered. She shrugged and said nothing. I suddenly realised, she thought I was keeping her prisoner, and everything was my choice.
"Hey, Storm, it's your choice, really. I'm just here to offer support and keep a roof over your head until you can get back to your world, and not forgetting the medicine."
She suddenly scowled at me.
"...Which I assure you, you can apply yourself."
Her face softened again, sadness replacing the sudden burst of annoyance. That was how I'd only ever seen her, sad or angry. It was quite depressing, I wanted to see her smile, something deep inside wanted to make her happy.
"Look, we should find something to eat because otherwise that medicine you have to drink won't work." I told her.
She nodded and stepped forward, ready for me to lead her on. A cucco crowed outside, and although it was early, I thought it best to head off for the castle town where we could get fresh fruit. I opened the door and let her through first. Again, without a word she moved past me and waited patiently as I shut up the house.
I lead her through the village, people had began to wake up and stared at this newcomer, one young man wolf whistled. Storm looked like she wanted to slap him but didn't turn her head and followed me out of the gate.
~Storm~
I . . . . wanted. . . . to. . . . . SMACK HIM!!! Him! Plink or whatever his name was. I also wanted to slap that man who whistled at me, but that wasn't the most important thing at the moment.
I was boiling with rage inside but on the surface I felt miserable. I was livid that he'd carried me the whole way across the field last night, my side ached. The great oaf kept going on about my medication, but had left it on the table, thank god for him that I noticed it and picked it up for him, or his ego would have taken a trip to ground level.
The field looked nicer in the day, but I didn't care or bother to notice because I was in a seriously grouchy mood. The sun was becoming warmer and brightening up. I didn't like the sun here, it was too warm.
I don't think he'd noticed I'm extremely nocturnal, that's why I'm so pale. I draw all my energy from the moon, I could hit the idiot with a lightning bolt standing on my head if I wanted to, but he was the only companion I had in this strange realm and I planned to keep him until I got back to Aradania.
We were making our way towards a town with great stone walls around it. I didn't like it, once again longing for the forest and sea of my land. Stone drained me of my energy, it was so lifeless and plain.
I looked behind me, sensing something. Woodland, to the east. I longed to go that way and stopped and turned.
The footsteps ahead of me stopped as well. I looked around, almost feeling guilty for disobeying and not following. He looked at me quizzically, but I just bowed my head and trudged after him again. . . . .moron. We crossed a drawbridge, I took one final look at the forest before entering the stone walls of the town. I don't mind towns without walls, but this just blocks out all the power.
The market place was already bustling with life at this time in the morning, although most of my people do their business in the evening.
Blondey pushed his way through to a stall and started fighting over some things called apples. I kept away from the crowd, and sat down on the edge of a fountain, looking down into it. Wanting to see my fate I put my finger into the still waters and concentrated. Visions danced across the surface. All jumbled up at first but I managed to control them.
A dark, sinister man with long, straight purple hair. Blondey and I, side by side, swords drawn, a shadow advancing. A huge dark city full of death. And then myself, running and skipping through a rain storm, drenched, but absolutely jumping with joy, although my powers of earth were gone. . . . .
I smiled and drew my finger away from the water. I turned to see blonde-boy staring in awe.
"What were you doing to the water?" he whispered. I knew he couldn't see my visions, but he would have seen a sheen of silver light. I didn't want to talk to him so I just shrugged. He sighed and handed me a rounded, green fruit with a small stalk.
"It's an apple, I don't know if you have those where you come from but it tastes good and will do you no harm." He assured me like a three year old. The anger began to flare up again. I'd always had a hard time controlling my temper. My mother said it was a trait very strange to be seen with a forest mage, and mostly associated with the hot tempered fire mages of my world. But I guess it explained my secret lightning skills. These thoughts calmed me again. I was incredibly proud of my Aradanian powers.
I took a bite of the 'apple' and enjoyed it thoroughly, it was sweet and crunchy with a nice flavour, momentarily easing the weariness of being trapped in stone walls. I finished everything but the seeds, and the stalk which I threw away.
I looked around, and my eyes fell on a beggar who was looking hungrily at the apple blonde-boy was eating. I felt a great pity in my heart for the man. I hated seeing people go hungry. I walked over to a plant pot with soil but no plant.
I buried the seeds and layed my hands over the spot. Tiny green and silver sparkles dotted down into the earth and a stalk writhed upwards, growing and uncoiling itself, reaching up. I heard gasps as people turned to watch the young green stalk turning brown and hardening. Branches spread, leaves sprouted, small white flowers dotted around but quickly swelled and turned into a large number of the juicy fruit I had just tasted. I stopped the spell and stepped back, admiring my work.
Everyone stood in a circle staring at me and my tree. The beggar sidled forward, cautiously, licking his lips, he plucked one from the tree and under the watch of everyone in the square, took a bite. His face spread into a wide grin immediately and he clutched it close to him.
"The sweetest fruit I have ever tasted," he said, looking as if he was almost going to start crying. People surged forward plucking the apples from their places and biting into them. All seemed satisfied, but rage spread over me, it was not meant for those who could afford it, I made the tree for the beggar, it was his tree.
"THIS IS NOT RIGHT!" screamed a voice. I thought it was my own but all eyes were directed to the stall behind me.
"You put me out of business!" yelled a short, fat, irate man who rushed out wagging his finger at me.
"It wasn't meant for them!" I cried. "It was meant for him, because he can't buy them and stealing is wrong. Now they're stealing it away from him, you're correct, this is not right. They should come to you, this tree is for the beggar."
All people suddenly scowled at me and an angry murmur went up. Blonde-boy surged forward.
"AMELIA!" He cried. "You haven't been taking your medication again have you?"
I can tell you, I have never been so embarrassed in my entire existence.
"What did the doctor say? No gardening for a week! Look what you did to that plant!"
My mouth gaped open. The townsfolk began to chuckle. Blonde-boy looked at me, urging me to do something. So I pretended to faint. A gasp went up as strong arms caught me.
"She's fine! It's just a minor disorder! I'll take her out of town for a bit!" he said, picking me up and carrying me out of the enclosed stone. I felt refreshed the second we left the town walls. I leapt out of his arms and looked towards the forest.
"WHAT. . . (Dramatic pause) Was that stunt?" He demanded. I rolled my eyes and began to walk east. "Hey! Woah! Hold on a minute," he ran up and grabbed my arm, stopping me. "First thing is first, how on earth did you do that?"
"I'm a forest mage, live with it," I said flatly.
"Fine, secondly. . ." he trailed off, searching anywhere he stored something. I had to stop myself grinning and produced the medicine from my own pocket. He scowled at me.
"Well I couldn't let you just leave them there, could I?" I said, trying to mask my amusement by scolding him. He rolled his eyes and I took a swig. The liquid was lilac in colour and sickly sweet in taste. Grimacing slightly, I clutched my side which began to prickle.
"What do you want to go and do?" he asked.
"Whatever you want to Blonde-boy." I answered.
"It's Link. . . . you seem to like the forest, why don't we go there?" He said, almost asking my permission.
"Why not? Sounds good!" I said, leading on. He shook his head and smiled, following me. I felt a spring in my step, and good humour returning to me as we neared the forest, the energy being drawn to me, my mood lightening. Maybe this land wasn't so bad after all. . . . .
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More will happen in the next chapter, I'm just building up on characters at the moment! ^______^ Please Read et review!