Ch 4: Feel The Magic From Within
Stuff. I Don't own stuff you recognize, 'cept Tiria and Marlinda and the Angel's Tear. Yeah. ON WITH ANGSTY STUFFIES!!!!!
The clouds grew thicker as the two ships soared through the sky toward Crescent Isle, where Vyse was, hopefully. Tiria sighed and gazed back at their small parade: The Angel's Tear leading the way, The Delphinus, and The Claudia all about a mile apart. Visibility grew thin.
This is odd, she thought. Clouds almost never clog a sailor's vision around these parts. What's going on?
A small island came into view, but it wasn't Crescent Isle. It was much smaller, and it looked uninhabited.
"Captain! Land ahead!"
"I know..." She gritted her teeth. "We need to rest and install more mooonstones into our emergency engines. We can't do that if we're moving. Anchor at that small peninsula!"
"Aye aye!" Jaquie turned to the communicater to talk to the other ships.
"Empress Moegi, we must stop at this small island. Visibility is becoming a problem."
"What about my baby?" The voice was fearful.
"We can do more harm than good if we keep going. We need to wait out the clouds. Hi, Captain. Tiria just arrived on the bridge. Maybe she can clear things with you." Tiria glanced over from her map she was leaning over. No island was marked there. Well, I guess Vyse the Legend didn't find all of them!, she thought with a small smirk. She turned to the communicater.
"Moegi, You need to understa-"
"Where's Marlinda?" She sounded like she was being held back from leaping out of the ship.
"Your Highness, We're trying all we can, and there seems there is nothing we can do while this cloud layer is-"
"Tiria! YOU HAVE A YAFUTOMAN ENGINE!!! FLY ABOVE THE CLOUDS!"
Tiria jumped. "Yeah, forgot about that. So, Jaquie, raise The Angel's Te-"
"Tiria! This is the Claudia! The clouds are fogging up Upper Sky, too! We've just been up there!" Gilder's voice rang through the cabin. Her heart leaped, for more than one reason.
"Okay. We need to land. Did you get Gilder's Alert, Moegi?"
"Yes." She was crying again.
"Then let's anchor."
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Pilones let the sword rest upon her neck, and walked over to a small console. He touched a few dials and saw three ships. He frowned and touched the screen, moving his fingers in different ways. Clouds began to form. He reached into the glove glued to the cosole and put his arm inside it, the screen switching to another view, but of a large mechanic gloved hand. He flexed his hand and the glove did too.
"Perfect..."
He released the glove and walked over to the table, turning on a small light to check her injuries, seeing if she needed more beating.
As the light turned on, Marlinda opened her eyes and blinked. She was looking at a face, a face that her mother and father had described if ever she should see it, and had said was gone forever. But they were wrong.
"Galcian!"
He grinned wickedly and picked up his sword.
"So, I'm still famous enough let even the tiniest children fear me. Pity for them." Galcian laughed, a high pitched laugh that made her shiver.
"What, you're cold? Let me help you." He raised the whip with Pyrulen set into it. She whimpered.
"N-no." What had her father said? If...Aha! The words flashed in her head.
"If you are ever afraid, don't act like you are. It's what they want. Act determined and confident."
"N-no? That your best answer?"
"No! I have better things to do than be here with this bit of FILTH standing right beside me!" I hope I made you proud, Daddy.
He was taken aback and stepped back. She remembered another important detail.
"Suck up a lot of air and puff out your chest, if you are ever tied."
She had questioned. "What good would that do?"
"You need to find that out on your own, if you are ever going to be out on your own."
"But Daddy, I KNOW I won't leave Valua! You have my promise!"
Marlinda now wiped a small tear away. Galcian stepped forward.
"Then, I'll guess I shall have to inflict even more damage." He snapped the whip.
Here goes, she thought, and sucked in enough oxygen to fill her lungs. Maybe he meant that it refreshes you if you fill it up. But why does that have to do anything with being tied?
Galcian lunged forward and the pit disappeared. He wrapped the rope around her body, tightly. She could hardly hold in her breath and not cry; the pain was too high.
When at last he was settled, he stood up and slapped his hands clean. He headed to a door. A door! A way out! He turned around.
"But if you should try to escape..." he slid his finger across his neck. "I'll leave it at that." He turned away and walked out.
"Why would I want to run away? I've always wanted to stay in an uncomfortable pitch black not to mention DUNGEON while you go have coffee and donuts. Yeah. Sure I'll be enjoying myself." She kept back a grin and concentrated on holding her breath.
He glared at her and slammed the door. She heard a small click and knew he had locked it. But...
She was turning purple from holding her breath. Why hadn't Daddy ever told her why? Finally, after she could just not hold on any more, she let it out. Her complexion cleared out to the small white skin she was famous for. She felt the rope loosen.
LOOSEN?
So THAT was what her father meant! She wiggled herself until she slid out of the bindings. Stupid Galcian, she shook her head. A Four year old, FOUR, had outsmarted him.
Then again, she was anything but ordinary.
And the pit was still there. It was about six feet wide, and she could never hope of leaping over it.
And a small bubble of fear began to illuminate inside her.
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"Great! Now, hold it steady!" Tiria shouted to Clara, who had accompanied them. She was turning red from the amount of strain she was holding up. And she was making sure that the large Angel's Tear was upright.
Tiria's eyes flashed and glanced over at Gilder, who was doing the same. They had to resort to manual docking, because they only had limited fuel left. It was causing them more time, and a storm was brewing, blowing everyone against the ships.
Moegi was in Enrique's arms, and was trying to regain control over her sobs. Almost half a day...all on her own, who knows where. She sobbed harder.
The wind blew hard, sending Tiria spawling into Gilder, into Clara, into Sir Carkon, into Sir Bilmish, into Enrique and Moegi. The wind blew even harder and the edge threatened them. The ships rocked.
Clara's hands still grasped the rope attached to Tiria's ship. She screamed.
"I'm slipping!"
Just as Her fingers gave in to rope burn, Tiria reached forward and feld it firmly. She felt the weight of everyone on her shoulder, and her muscles were bulging. Clara fell back and as caught by Sir Carkon.
The wind yet blew even harder, and The Angel's Tear leaned dangerously leaned toward them. A wrench flew past and hit Tiria's shoulder. She screamed in pain and her fist slid downward.
By this time, They were dangling over the edge. Leaves flew by and the chain of people struggled to hold on to each other. Tiria winced as the rope burned her hand. WHY hadn't she worn gloves?
"Ah!" Her hand slipped and she reached with the other hand, barely managing to grasp it.
Suddenly-
A gloved hand reached by her ear and closed over her own hand. The grip was tight, holding the rope tight. She turned around and breathed a thank you.
"You're welcome." Gilder chuckled. "I've got myself out of more serious conditions." He flinched as the wind blew harder. Tiria gasped as she looked up.
The rope was fraying.
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Marlinda sat cross legged on the small table. She stared hopelessly at the pit, looming up at her. She felt dizzy.
Her arm was failing her, and her leg was useless. She could hardly see anything because of her eyes. She barely held on to conciousness.
Oh!
Duh! She slapped herself mentally. She crouched and reached for her necklace-
It wasn't there.
Frantically, she looked around the table. Perhaps it had fallen into the pit? That would be no good. she summoned magic from it. She sucked in a breath.
What did Mr. Vyse say again?
"The necklace helps you draw magic from within, but the true giver is your heart. Never forget that." She whispered, echoing her 'uncle's' words.
She closed her eyes greatfully and drew in a deep breath. Shw whispered a sall word that Mr. Vyse depended on a lot.
"Moons, give me strength!" She looked -hopefully-in the direction of the silver moon and whispered "Curia."
Instantly she felt refreshed and a soft glow emanated from her head. She looked down and saw her body mending itself. The blood sucked in her wounds and disappeared. She breathed.
"I actually DID that?" Her voice became strong. She had to feel her vocal cors to see if it was actually happening. And it vibrated.
Her legs were tiny, yet muscular. Running away from Sir Pilones did that. Well, Galcian, now. She gritted her teeth and looked at the pit. Could I jump that now?
To find out, you have to try.
Closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, she ran for the edge of the table...
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The wind blew fiercely, knocking the small party against the rock wall. Hair was whipped about as Tiria slowly hatched a plan. She climbed slowly up the skinny rope, now almost in shreds. Gilder followed her lead and the others caught on.
Tiria gasped as the edge came into view. She reached her hand up...
And the rope snapped.
Stuff. I Don't own stuff you recognize, 'cept Tiria and Marlinda and the Angel's Tear. Yeah. ON WITH ANGSTY STUFFIES!!!!!
The clouds grew thicker as the two ships soared through the sky toward Crescent Isle, where Vyse was, hopefully. Tiria sighed and gazed back at their small parade: The Angel's Tear leading the way, The Delphinus, and The Claudia all about a mile apart. Visibility grew thin.
This is odd, she thought. Clouds almost never clog a sailor's vision around these parts. What's going on?
A small island came into view, but it wasn't Crescent Isle. It was much smaller, and it looked uninhabited.
"Captain! Land ahead!"
"I know..." She gritted her teeth. "We need to rest and install more mooonstones into our emergency engines. We can't do that if we're moving. Anchor at that small peninsula!"
"Aye aye!" Jaquie turned to the communicater to talk to the other ships.
"Empress Moegi, we must stop at this small island. Visibility is becoming a problem."
"What about my baby?" The voice was fearful.
"We can do more harm than good if we keep going. We need to wait out the clouds. Hi, Captain. Tiria just arrived on the bridge. Maybe she can clear things with you." Tiria glanced over from her map she was leaning over. No island was marked there. Well, I guess Vyse the Legend didn't find all of them!, she thought with a small smirk. She turned to the communicater.
"Moegi, You need to understa-"
"Where's Marlinda?" She sounded like she was being held back from leaping out of the ship.
"Your Highness, We're trying all we can, and there seems there is nothing we can do while this cloud layer is-"
"Tiria! YOU HAVE A YAFUTOMAN ENGINE!!! FLY ABOVE THE CLOUDS!"
Tiria jumped. "Yeah, forgot about that. So, Jaquie, raise The Angel's Te-"
"Tiria! This is the Claudia! The clouds are fogging up Upper Sky, too! We've just been up there!" Gilder's voice rang through the cabin. Her heart leaped, for more than one reason.
"Okay. We need to land. Did you get Gilder's Alert, Moegi?"
"Yes." She was crying again.
"Then let's anchor."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pilones let the sword rest upon her neck, and walked over to a small console. He touched a few dials and saw three ships. He frowned and touched the screen, moving his fingers in different ways. Clouds began to form. He reached into the glove glued to the cosole and put his arm inside it, the screen switching to another view, but of a large mechanic gloved hand. He flexed his hand and the glove did too.
"Perfect..."
He released the glove and walked over to the table, turning on a small light to check her injuries, seeing if she needed more beating.
As the light turned on, Marlinda opened her eyes and blinked. She was looking at a face, a face that her mother and father had described if ever she should see it, and had said was gone forever. But they were wrong.
"Galcian!"
He grinned wickedly and picked up his sword.
"So, I'm still famous enough let even the tiniest children fear me. Pity for them." Galcian laughed, a high pitched laugh that made her shiver.
"What, you're cold? Let me help you." He raised the whip with Pyrulen set into it. She whimpered.
"N-no." What had her father said? If...Aha! The words flashed in her head.
"If you are ever afraid, don't act like you are. It's what they want. Act determined and confident."
"N-no? That your best answer?"
"No! I have better things to do than be here with this bit of FILTH standing right beside me!" I hope I made you proud, Daddy.
He was taken aback and stepped back. She remembered another important detail.
"Suck up a lot of air and puff out your chest, if you are ever tied."
She had questioned. "What good would that do?"
"You need to find that out on your own, if you are ever going to be out on your own."
"But Daddy, I KNOW I won't leave Valua! You have my promise!"
Marlinda now wiped a small tear away. Galcian stepped forward.
"Then, I'll guess I shall have to inflict even more damage." He snapped the whip.
Here goes, she thought, and sucked in enough oxygen to fill her lungs. Maybe he meant that it refreshes you if you fill it up. But why does that have to do anything with being tied?
Galcian lunged forward and the pit disappeared. He wrapped the rope around her body, tightly. She could hardly hold in her breath and not cry; the pain was too high.
When at last he was settled, he stood up and slapped his hands clean. He headed to a door. A door! A way out! He turned around.
"But if you should try to escape..." he slid his finger across his neck. "I'll leave it at that." He turned away and walked out.
"Why would I want to run away? I've always wanted to stay in an uncomfortable pitch black not to mention DUNGEON while you go have coffee and donuts. Yeah. Sure I'll be enjoying myself." She kept back a grin and concentrated on holding her breath.
He glared at her and slammed the door. She heard a small click and knew he had locked it. But...
She was turning purple from holding her breath. Why hadn't Daddy ever told her why? Finally, after she could just not hold on any more, she let it out. Her complexion cleared out to the small white skin she was famous for. She felt the rope loosen.
LOOSEN?
So THAT was what her father meant! She wiggled herself until she slid out of the bindings. Stupid Galcian, she shook her head. A Four year old, FOUR, had outsmarted him.
Then again, she was anything but ordinary.
And the pit was still there. It was about six feet wide, and she could never hope of leaping over it.
And a small bubble of fear began to illuminate inside her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Great! Now, hold it steady!" Tiria shouted to Clara, who had accompanied them. She was turning red from the amount of strain she was holding up. And she was making sure that the large Angel's Tear was upright.
Tiria's eyes flashed and glanced over at Gilder, who was doing the same. They had to resort to manual docking, because they only had limited fuel left. It was causing them more time, and a storm was brewing, blowing everyone against the ships.
Moegi was in Enrique's arms, and was trying to regain control over her sobs. Almost half a day...all on her own, who knows where. She sobbed harder.
The wind blew hard, sending Tiria spawling into Gilder, into Clara, into Sir Carkon, into Sir Bilmish, into Enrique and Moegi. The wind blew even harder and the edge threatened them. The ships rocked.
Clara's hands still grasped the rope attached to Tiria's ship. She screamed.
"I'm slipping!"
Just as Her fingers gave in to rope burn, Tiria reached forward and feld it firmly. She felt the weight of everyone on her shoulder, and her muscles were bulging. Clara fell back and as caught by Sir Carkon.
The wind yet blew even harder, and The Angel's Tear leaned dangerously leaned toward them. A wrench flew past and hit Tiria's shoulder. She screamed in pain and her fist slid downward.
By this time, They were dangling over the edge. Leaves flew by and the chain of people struggled to hold on to each other. Tiria winced as the rope burned her hand. WHY hadn't she worn gloves?
"Ah!" Her hand slipped and she reached with the other hand, barely managing to grasp it.
Suddenly-
A gloved hand reached by her ear and closed over her own hand. The grip was tight, holding the rope tight. She turned around and breathed a thank you.
"You're welcome." Gilder chuckled. "I've got myself out of more serious conditions." He flinched as the wind blew harder. Tiria gasped as she looked up.
The rope was fraying.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Marlinda sat cross legged on the small table. She stared hopelessly at the pit, looming up at her. She felt dizzy.
Her arm was failing her, and her leg was useless. She could hardly see anything because of her eyes. She barely held on to conciousness.
Oh!
Duh! She slapped herself mentally. She crouched and reached for her necklace-
It wasn't there.
Frantically, she looked around the table. Perhaps it had fallen into the pit? That would be no good. she summoned magic from it. She sucked in a breath.
What did Mr. Vyse say again?
"The necklace helps you draw magic from within, but the true giver is your heart. Never forget that." She whispered, echoing her 'uncle's' words.
She closed her eyes greatfully and drew in a deep breath. Shw whispered a sall word that Mr. Vyse depended on a lot.
"Moons, give me strength!" She looked -hopefully-in the direction of the silver moon and whispered "Curia."
Instantly she felt refreshed and a soft glow emanated from her head. She looked down and saw her body mending itself. The blood sucked in her wounds and disappeared. She breathed.
"I actually DID that?" Her voice became strong. She had to feel her vocal cors to see if it was actually happening. And it vibrated.
Her legs were tiny, yet muscular. Running away from Sir Pilones did that. Well, Galcian, now. She gritted her teeth and looked at the pit. Could I jump that now?
To find out, you have to try.
Closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, she ran for the edge of the table...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The wind blew fiercely, knocking the small party against the rock wall. Hair was whipped about as Tiria slowly hatched a plan. She climbed slowly up the skinny rope, now almost in shreds. Gilder followed her lead and the others caught on.
Tiria gasped as the edge came into view. She reached her hand up...
And the rope snapped.