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Notes: Once again the asterisk, but this time the comment is informative. Also, I reiterate all my previous of comments about reviews, which can be summed up as follows: I love them, so please review.
The Four Points Part 6
Kali lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling. She hardly saw the ceiling at all, as she just stared. She was concentrating hard, probing her mind for her brother Kole. She hungered for any sign from him, any sign at all.
She knew that he was far away, almost too far for her to reach him at all, despite the strength of their bond*. They never really talked; they just shared their feelings, and pictures sometimes too. What she really wanted from him was a picture of where he was. She concentrated on sending to him and then waited for hours, every night for him to send something back.
So far she had not received so much as a glimpse of where he was. At least she knew that he was okay. Surely if he wasn't she would have felt something by now.
Tears filled her eyes and brimmed over and Kali let them run down her face. She closed her eyes as she felt a lump form in her throat.
The room swam and blurred, her eyes went out of focus and she saw something in her mind's eye. At first she hardly realized what was happening then she felt joy, doubled by the fact that Kole felt it too. She watched through Kole's eyes as if they were her own. She was looking out the window of a castle. There was a single mountain in the distance, tall and steep. Then the vision, burst apart and she was looking at a picture of an exploding volcano, that she remembered seeing in one of their children's books. Then she came rushing back to herself. That was all he would send.
Queen Eries woke suddenly from a restless sleep. She sat up and blinked, not knowing what woke her but knowing that something was wrong. Then she thought of Aston and fear seized her.
She threw the blankets off of herself and lunged out of bed, ripping the door open and darting across the hall to Aston's door. She didn't have the key. She pounded the door frantically.
"Guards open the door! Open it! Hurry up! Please hurry!" Eries cried hysterically, still pounding until Allen came up behind her and pulled her away from the door. Her hands were bruised and bleeding. It had been too long; the guards should have opened the door. Allen took a breath and kicked the door in.
Eries screamed at the sight before her and fell to her knees sobbing. The guards were lying on the floor face down in two large puddles of blood. Their throats had been slit from behind. Aston's cradle lay on its side, the blankets strewn across the room. The window was open and a cool breeze stirred the curtain.
"Jamaea come help me with this tent hey?!"
She strode over to her brother, Mikel, and helped him to unload the tents. They were making camp early despite the beautiful weather. It made Jamaea wonder what the reason was behind it all. He had made them ride in rain, and made them ride for longer in a day than ever before, obviously pushing the pace, then all of a sudden, he calls camp in the middle of the afternoon.
What was more, this place seemed oddly familiar. The feeling was akin to having a word on the tip of your tongue but being unable to think of it.
They had also been traveling through populated areas, entering villages and towns to buy supplies and the like, something that was never done. If they needed supplies they sent some one out to get it, most of the clan members never went into a town in their whole lives. Towns made Jamaea very uncomfortable. She felt more at home out in the open camps that her people preferred. Not only that but the way the townspeople treated her made her angry. It was the first time she remembered being in a town and so the first time she had heard the word "beast woman".
Every time some one looked at her with disdain; her ears, her tail, or her stripes and short fur covering her body, it made her face burn. Every time she heard some one use the word "cat woman" she wanted to use her natural weaponry to rip out their throat.
"Don't pull the rope so hard or the tent will be lopsided!" Her brother saw her expression and looked concerned for her. He had seen her anger at the townspeople's reaction to her and though he was not her blood brother he had acted as if he were-coming to her defense using his sharp tongue and putting a hand conspicuously on his dagger, every time the need arose. Mikel was always the most caring of her family, the only one who really seemed to be a brother and not just a friend.
"Surely I would have to sleep in it if it were lopsided, hey?"
"Well I wouldn't," he said with a grin. "Beautiful view we've got."
She looked off to the East where the cover of the trees broke off and they could see the city nestled in the valley below. It looked bigger than any town they had been in so far, and she was certainly not looking forward to entering it. She sighed and lowered her head tying the rope she'd been holding to the peg in the ground and straightening.
"I suppose so," Jamaea said reluctantly.
"But it's better to look at than to go into, hey?"
"I'll go, just like the rest of the clan will go. I just don't want to," she said, wondering if she should tell him the other thing that was bothering her.
"So that's it?" He seemed to realize that there was something else on her mind but he obviously didn't want to bring it out into the open if she didn't want to talk about it. She sighed, deciding that she would have to tell some one eventually.
"I get the feeling that I've been here before. I try to ignore it but it just keeps nagging. It's making me feel all out of sorts," she said in a rush. She brushed her hand through her magenta hair and turned her back, ending the conversation.
"Don't worry, Jamaea, Fanelia is a good place. They won't treat you like that here," Mikel said, returning to their previous topic, finding himself needing to say more about something, to offer her some kind of comfort. But what could he do?
~end chapter~
*it's that twins share minds concept again
NOTE: I reiterate all my previous of comments about reviews, which can be summed up as follows: I love them, so please do!
Notes: Once again the asterisk, but this time the comment is informative. Also, I reiterate all my previous of comments about reviews, which can be summed up as follows: I love them, so please review.
The Four Points Part 6
Kali lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling. She hardly saw the ceiling at all, as she just stared. She was concentrating hard, probing her mind for her brother Kole. She hungered for any sign from him, any sign at all.
She knew that he was far away, almost too far for her to reach him at all, despite the strength of their bond*. They never really talked; they just shared their feelings, and pictures sometimes too. What she really wanted from him was a picture of where he was. She concentrated on sending to him and then waited for hours, every night for him to send something back.
So far she had not received so much as a glimpse of where he was. At least she knew that he was okay. Surely if he wasn't she would have felt something by now.
Tears filled her eyes and brimmed over and Kali let them run down her face. She closed her eyes as she felt a lump form in her throat.
The room swam and blurred, her eyes went out of focus and she saw something in her mind's eye. At first she hardly realized what was happening then she felt joy, doubled by the fact that Kole felt it too. She watched through Kole's eyes as if they were her own. She was looking out the window of a castle. There was a single mountain in the distance, tall and steep. Then the vision, burst apart and she was looking at a picture of an exploding volcano, that she remembered seeing in one of their children's books. Then she came rushing back to herself. That was all he would send.
Queen Eries woke suddenly from a restless sleep. She sat up and blinked, not knowing what woke her but knowing that something was wrong. Then she thought of Aston and fear seized her.
She threw the blankets off of herself and lunged out of bed, ripping the door open and darting across the hall to Aston's door. She didn't have the key. She pounded the door frantically.
"Guards open the door! Open it! Hurry up! Please hurry!" Eries cried hysterically, still pounding until Allen came up behind her and pulled her away from the door. Her hands were bruised and bleeding. It had been too long; the guards should have opened the door. Allen took a breath and kicked the door in.
Eries screamed at the sight before her and fell to her knees sobbing. The guards were lying on the floor face down in two large puddles of blood. Their throats had been slit from behind. Aston's cradle lay on its side, the blankets strewn across the room. The window was open and a cool breeze stirred the curtain.
"Jamaea come help me with this tent hey?!"
She strode over to her brother, Mikel, and helped him to unload the tents. They were making camp early despite the beautiful weather. It made Jamaea wonder what the reason was behind it all. He had made them ride in rain, and made them ride for longer in a day than ever before, obviously pushing the pace, then all of a sudden, he calls camp in the middle of the afternoon.
What was more, this place seemed oddly familiar. The feeling was akin to having a word on the tip of your tongue but being unable to think of it.
They had also been traveling through populated areas, entering villages and towns to buy supplies and the like, something that was never done. If they needed supplies they sent some one out to get it, most of the clan members never went into a town in their whole lives. Towns made Jamaea very uncomfortable. She felt more at home out in the open camps that her people preferred. Not only that but the way the townspeople treated her made her angry. It was the first time she remembered being in a town and so the first time she had heard the word "beast woman".
Every time some one looked at her with disdain; her ears, her tail, or her stripes and short fur covering her body, it made her face burn. Every time she heard some one use the word "cat woman" she wanted to use her natural weaponry to rip out their throat.
"Don't pull the rope so hard or the tent will be lopsided!" Her brother saw her expression and looked concerned for her. He had seen her anger at the townspeople's reaction to her and though he was not her blood brother he had acted as if he were-coming to her defense using his sharp tongue and putting a hand conspicuously on his dagger, every time the need arose. Mikel was always the most caring of her family, the only one who really seemed to be a brother and not just a friend.
"Surely I would have to sleep in it if it were lopsided, hey?"
"Well I wouldn't," he said with a grin. "Beautiful view we've got."
She looked off to the East where the cover of the trees broke off and they could see the city nestled in the valley below. It looked bigger than any town they had been in so far, and she was certainly not looking forward to entering it. She sighed and lowered her head tying the rope she'd been holding to the peg in the ground and straightening.
"I suppose so," Jamaea said reluctantly.
"But it's better to look at than to go into, hey?"
"I'll go, just like the rest of the clan will go. I just don't want to," she said, wondering if she should tell him the other thing that was bothering her.
"So that's it?" He seemed to realize that there was something else on her mind but he obviously didn't want to bring it out into the open if she didn't want to talk about it. She sighed, deciding that she would have to tell some one eventually.
"I get the feeling that I've been here before. I try to ignore it but it just keeps nagging. It's making me feel all out of sorts," she said in a rush. She brushed her hand through her magenta hair and turned her back, ending the conversation.
"Don't worry, Jamaea, Fanelia is a good place. They won't treat you like that here," Mikel said, returning to their previous topic, finding himself needing to say more about something, to offer her some kind of comfort. But what could he do?
~end chapter~
*it's that twins share minds concept again
NOTE: I reiterate all my previous of comments about reviews, which can be summed up as follows: I love them, so please do!