Disclaimer: I do not own skies of arcadia(. Why do you keep reminding me of
this? YOU'RE SO HURTFUL!!!! (Starts bawling for a while) *sniff* ahem.
Authors note: To yukistar2: Thank you for reviewing (
To Desert Lynx: Thank you for reviewing again.(
To Thomas Fitzgibbons: Thank you for reviewing. (
This story might be a little longer that previous chapters (I think . . .) I did really rush the chapters, but there is a reason, see, usually, when I try to write a story, I picture it in my mind, and the problem here is that I spent more time thinking about the middle and end of the story rather than the beginning Also to point out the grammar problem, if it was just the dialogue that seemed off, it was meant to be that way. Most of the crew has very bad grammar ( Oh yes, and Ive added on to the prologue so it is a little longer. But to continue:
Chapter three
Voices
"Wh. . . What is it?" gasped Emma. The rest of them followed the same hint of wonderment.
I looked at them for a while, and then I realized I had a dorky expression on my face, and hastily wiped it off. Emotions were a sign of weakness where I come from ", you must never speak of what you have seen. You shall NOT, I repeat NOT, tell ANYONE"
"Not even Karl?" Sparks said. Karl was her new "boyfriend". When I say that, it means, she will rant on and on about how sweet he is, then from out of the blue, she will shriek about what a total jerk he is, and refuse to speak of him again.
"ECPECIALLY not Karl," I replied.
"But what IS it?"
"Do not ask questions now, you will know when I think it is time you should know" I impatiently huffed ", I am getting another migraine, I must withdraw to my quarters, take us to our base" And with that I dashed off to my room with no further explanation. Our base was in Ixa-taka, because the compact foliage would cover up most traces of where we had been.
It wasn't as though I had lied to them, I was getting another of my more and more frequent headaches, but I do believe I could have given them some sort of enlightenment on the situation at hand. Or at least hint to them that a silvite had died. But then again, an object with this much Solis energy was very dangerous business.
So I set the crystal down on the metallic black end table in the centre of the room, and heard the creak of moving furniture as I pulled the nearest chair over to it, flopped into it and gazed at the crystal. What should I do? I thought. I know its dangerous, so what's to stop me from chucking it over the edge? I sighed. I knew I wasn't about to get anything accomplished just by staring at the cursed thing, but as odd as it may seem, I was quite curious.
I sighed again as I picked it up and put it in a box on my dresser. I then received a painful burst in my head, as that usually happens with my headaches, and collapsed on the bed, and plummeted into the same dream I'd been having for years.
Blood . . . Everywhere . . . A scream . . . A pair of cold, black eyes . . . Fire . . .MOTHER!!!
I woke up screaming bloody murder, and gradually calmed down as I took in the familiar surroundings. I had to get fresh air.
I opened my window and saw that it was again, night. The pain in my head was still there, thumping away, just to get on my nerves.
"Ugggh" I groaned as I leaned on the cool windowsill. I felt like I was going to vomit.
"Why did this always happen to me? I hate this stupid curse!" I whispered to myself ", I wish I had died with my mother so I wouldn't have to put up with this torture!" But then I remembered all the families that were suffering under the rule of my so-called 'brother'. Somehow this thought always kept me going, knowing that if I was their only chance, though it didn't stop me from hating my life. I tend to blame a lot of people for what happened to me, from the sadist for existing, my father for letting him take over, by 'brother' for being to easily led astray, my mother for leaving me, to myself because I could have prevented the whole thing. I could have stopped it! Why didn't I? I went into another fresh surge of depression as the memories replayed themselves over and over in my head. "Why do my dreams always have to remind me? Do they take pleasure in seeing me like this!?" I silently barked as I drove my fist into the windowsill and felt the sharp jolt of pain crawl up my arm. I All I wanted to do was cry, but I knew that it would be a sign of weakness, and the last thing I wanted was my crew to think that their captain was weak, so I bit my lip and held it in as I sat down on the antique chair by the table. But suddenly, I heard a faint voice.
"Help . . . me . . ."
I jumped right out of my chair, lit a candle, and dashed around the room, trying to find the source of the voice. Maybe it was my imagination. After all, we were in the middle of the sky! Who could have possibly gotten on board without our knowing?
"Help . . . Me . . ." The sound was defiantly getting stronger, so I knew it had to be in the room. Was it a ghost? Or was it one of the girls trying to scare me.
"Sparks, Sula, Karoe, Emma, if this is anyone of you'd best knock it off before I hurt you!" I scowled from beneath my public mask.
"Help . . . Me . . ." It was getting clearer, it sounded like it was coming from . . . THE BOX!
I crept over to the table, carefully picked up the box, and put it to my ear. It was . . . BREATHING! I dropped the box in alarm and was hesitant to pick it back up, so with hands quivering, my fingers curled around the edges of the box and tentatively opened it, and was blinded by a stream of silver Solis energy that filled the light with white light. The whole ship started to shake, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before the crew awoke and Sparks storming in here with her fire-breathing attitude, but I wasn't worried about that just yet. The light rushing into my eyes was even more painful than the headaches, so I dropped the crystal yet again and fell to my knee's with my hands clasped over my eyes to prevent more damage, only I did not hear it fall. It must have sustained floating in the air!
Then, I heard the door slam open and a loud, angry "WHAT THE H*** IS GOING ON HEEeeeeeeeaaAAACK!!!!" and there was soon a clip-clop of boots as all for girls entered the room, and a series of shrieks, and then the sound swords being drawn.
The, I felt the light on my face decrease drastically, so I daringly opened one of my eyes a smidgen, only to see the crystal was expanding. I reached toward my belt and grasped the hilt of my scimitar in case I needed it. After all, I'd never seen anything like this before. I didn't know what to expect, but I kept my face hidden because I didn't want anyone to know I didn't recognize what was going on. I could tell my eyes were red by the way they stung and they were starting to water, but I kept them open never the less.
I turned around to face my counterparts, their faces filled with awe and shock, the I looked back as the crystal then took full form of a human man, a silvite, sword in hand, preparing to attack.
Authors note: To yukistar2: Thank you for reviewing (
To Desert Lynx: Thank you for reviewing again.(
To Thomas Fitzgibbons: Thank you for reviewing. (
This story might be a little longer that previous chapters (I think . . .) I did really rush the chapters, but there is a reason, see, usually, when I try to write a story, I picture it in my mind, and the problem here is that I spent more time thinking about the middle and end of the story rather than the beginning Also to point out the grammar problem, if it was just the dialogue that seemed off, it was meant to be that way. Most of the crew has very bad grammar ( Oh yes, and Ive added on to the prologue so it is a little longer. But to continue:
Chapter three
Voices
"Wh. . . What is it?" gasped Emma. The rest of them followed the same hint of wonderment.
I looked at them for a while, and then I realized I had a dorky expression on my face, and hastily wiped it off. Emotions were a sign of weakness where I come from ", you must never speak of what you have seen. You shall NOT, I repeat NOT, tell ANYONE"
"Not even Karl?" Sparks said. Karl was her new "boyfriend". When I say that, it means, she will rant on and on about how sweet he is, then from out of the blue, she will shriek about what a total jerk he is, and refuse to speak of him again.
"ECPECIALLY not Karl," I replied.
"But what IS it?"
"Do not ask questions now, you will know when I think it is time you should know" I impatiently huffed ", I am getting another migraine, I must withdraw to my quarters, take us to our base" And with that I dashed off to my room with no further explanation. Our base was in Ixa-taka, because the compact foliage would cover up most traces of where we had been.
It wasn't as though I had lied to them, I was getting another of my more and more frequent headaches, but I do believe I could have given them some sort of enlightenment on the situation at hand. Or at least hint to them that a silvite had died. But then again, an object with this much Solis energy was very dangerous business.
So I set the crystal down on the metallic black end table in the centre of the room, and heard the creak of moving furniture as I pulled the nearest chair over to it, flopped into it and gazed at the crystal. What should I do? I thought. I know its dangerous, so what's to stop me from chucking it over the edge? I sighed. I knew I wasn't about to get anything accomplished just by staring at the cursed thing, but as odd as it may seem, I was quite curious.
I sighed again as I picked it up and put it in a box on my dresser. I then received a painful burst in my head, as that usually happens with my headaches, and collapsed on the bed, and plummeted into the same dream I'd been having for years.
Blood . . . Everywhere . . . A scream . . . A pair of cold, black eyes . . . Fire . . .MOTHER!!!
I woke up screaming bloody murder, and gradually calmed down as I took in the familiar surroundings. I had to get fresh air.
I opened my window and saw that it was again, night. The pain in my head was still there, thumping away, just to get on my nerves.
"Ugggh" I groaned as I leaned on the cool windowsill. I felt like I was going to vomit.
"Why did this always happen to me? I hate this stupid curse!" I whispered to myself ", I wish I had died with my mother so I wouldn't have to put up with this torture!" But then I remembered all the families that were suffering under the rule of my so-called 'brother'. Somehow this thought always kept me going, knowing that if I was their only chance, though it didn't stop me from hating my life. I tend to blame a lot of people for what happened to me, from the sadist for existing, my father for letting him take over, by 'brother' for being to easily led astray, my mother for leaving me, to myself because I could have prevented the whole thing. I could have stopped it! Why didn't I? I went into another fresh surge of depression as the memories replayed themselves over and over in my head. "Why do my dreams always have to remind me? Do they take pleasure in seeing me like this!?" I silently barked as I drove my fist into the windowsill and felt the sharp jolt of pain crawl up my arm. I All I wanted to do was cry, but I knew that it would be a sign of weakness, and the last thing I wanted was my crew to think that their captain was weak, so I bit my lip and held it in as I sat down on the antique chair by the table. But suddenly, I heard a faint voice.
"Help . . . me . . ."
I jumped right out of my chair, lit a candle, and dashed around the room, trying to find the source of the voice. Maybe it was my imagination. After all, we were in the middle of the sky! Who could have possibly gotten on board without our knowing?
"Help . . . Me . . ." The sound was defiantly getting stronger, so I knew it had to be in the room. Was it a ghost? Or was it one of the girls trying to scare me.
"Sparks, Sula, Karoe, Emma, if this is anyone of you'd best knock it off before I hurt you!" I scowled from beneath my public mask.
"Help . . . Me . . ." It was getting clearer, it sounded like it was coming from . . . THE BOX!
I crept over to the table, carefully picked up the box, and put it to my ear. It was . . . BREATHING! I dropped the box in alarm and was hesitant to pick it back up, so with hands quivering, my fingers curled around the edges of the box and tentatively opened it, and was blinded by a stream of silver Solis energy that filled the light with white light. The whole ship started to shake, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before the crew awoke and Sparks storming in here with her fire-breathing attitude, but I wasn't worried about that just yet. The light rushing into my eyes was even more painful than the headaches, so I dropped the crystal yet again and fell to my knee's with my hands clasped over my eyes to prevent more damage, only I did not hear it fall. It must have sustained floating in the air!
Then, I heard the door slam open and a loud, angry "WHAT THE H*** IS GOING ON HEEeeeeeeeaaAAACK!!!!" and there was soon a clip-clop of boots as all for girls entered the room, and a series of shrieks, and then the sound swords being drawn.
The, I felt the light on my face decrease drastically, so I daringly opened one of my eyes a smidgen, only to see the crystal was expanding. I reached toward my belt and grasped the hilt of my scimitar in case I needed it. After all, I'd never seen anything like this before. I didn't know what to expect, but I kept my face hidden because I didn't want anyone to know I didn't recognize what was going on. I could tell my eyes were red by the way they stung and they were starting to water, but I kept them open never the less.
I turned around to face my counterparts, their faces filled with awe and shock, the I looked back as the crystal then took full form of a human man, a silvite, sword in hand, preparing to attack.