Coppercurls
by an anonymous geek
A/N: whoa, I am totally getting sick of this story. So, I'm gunna finish it off very soon. Two more chapters after this one and I'm through with it. i've figured out how this is gunna end, so you'll have to wait and read the chapters to find out whether this is gunna end happily or sad. muahahahahaa.
I'M GUNNA MEET TAMORA PIERCE, AND YOU AREN'T! MUAHAHAHAAA
whoa, I'm messed up. Dun kill me.
to all those of you who reviewed nicely: you rock
to all of you guys who reviewed meanly even though you claimed to it was all constructive criticism *cough* crosseyedbutterfly *cough*: crawl into a little corner and die! yeah!
well, not really, but crossedbutterfly, read all the reviews you've given me and try to imagine how you'd react if they were ones written to you.
AACK! some many stories to update. . .so little time!!!
HEY, read my other stories, dudes! yeah. though most of you are reading them anyway, whatever.
You know what?! school stinks. they expect you to listen, and then parents expect you to like it! it's ridiculous. I go to a school with a stupid dresscode which makes it even worse. I have to wear dresses every day, and I HATE dresses with a passion. *mutters curses under breath*
NEway, I'm a very stupid person, I'm hated by all, and when I grow up I'm gunna end up flipping burgers for the rest of my life, and i'm gunna marry some sleazy guy who sits in front of the tv wearing an undershirt that doesn't fit and has tons of stains on it (well, he's wearing more than the undershirt, I hope), eating potato chips all day. yeah!
Wow, I just totally babbled on. but I bet that nobody's reading this, so it doesn't really matter.
on with the story. . .
disclaimer- ya know, I'm getting mighty sick of this, but here goes nothin': I'm a stupid idiot and could never come up with the brilliant idea of Emelan, so I don't know why I have to write this 'cuz no one in their right mind would actually suspect that I own any of this. *sighs* stupid thing I'm gunna rip someone's head off. . . *mutters* I don't own anything. THERE! YA HAPPY?!
Some chapter number that escapes me at the moment
Daja walked on through the endless path set out in front of her. It was near dark; she had been traveling for almost a full day, with only a few stops, and still there was no sign that she was catching up with the culprit she was following. As she was about to stop for the night, she suddenly noticed something strange up ahead of her. The footprints that she had been following ended a few feet up the path, and there was no one nearby. How could this person have just disappeared? As she was trying to think through this, she heard some rustling behind her, and she was about to turn around when she felt a great pain on her head. As she fell to the ground, she looked up and saw a face that she knew very well. Before the darkness had completely engulfed her brain, three words ran over and over through her brain: "He's a traitor."
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Briar and Tris followed a different set of footprints. They led on and on until they finally brought the two mages out of the forest they were traveling through, and into a large level plain. It was wide and open, outlined by mountains with dark forests. In the direct center of the field was a small hill, and on it was a black castle. This castle seemed to embody evil. It was very tall and it twisted near the top to give a foreboding look. It had two tall towers that seemed to reach into the sky and far into the heavens (A/N: I know they don't have heaven, but who cares?). Tris and Briar looked at each other in disbelief. This was something that one only found in dark tales of wicked sorcerers.
"I didn't even know a place like this even existed in Emelan!" Briar exclaimed.
Tris gulped and walked forward toward the castle. She had a very bad feeling about this, as would be expecting in a situation as terrible as this one. As she walked toward the entrance, the black gates that surrounded the castle suddenly opened mysteriously, even though no person was in sight. Tris shivered and walked through the gates. Briar was right beside her. The large black door opened as soon as they walked toward it. They walked inside together.
The interior of the castle was very much like the outside: dark and forbidding. Tris looked in horror at the room that they had walked into. Briar put a hand on her shoulder in comfort, and they walked toward a stairway that led toward one of the towers. Tris started up these stairs first, followed closely by Briar. The stairway was narrow and steep. The air surrounding the two mages was hot and stuffy. Quickly Tris started running out of breath, but she kept going. The stairs led on and on and seemed endless.
Step after step came, and Tris was getting more and more tired. A surprise suddenly came when, a few hours after they had started from the bottom, they came at last to a door. Tris slumped against the wall and started coughing and wheezing. Briar was doing the same. After a few more moments of this, Tris gained composure and turned the knob of the door. It opened with a loud creaking sound that resounded through the room that they were entering.
As the two of them walked in, the first two things they noticed were first an unconscious Sandry tied up to a chair in a corner or the large room, with gashes and cuts and bruises all over her body, and secondly a huge, dark figure in the center of the room. He had a sinister smile on his face.
Tris walked up to the man in fury; Briar grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her, but she shrugged him away, so he resignedly followed her.
"What do you want with her?" she snapped at the man.
He laughed, and his laughter was like thunder throughout the room. "My dear girl, are you so naive to think that I just left me tracks for anyone to see. I led you here for a purpose."
Tris gasped. "What?"
"My business is with you, Trisana Chandler."
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Dun dun duuun.
I bet that was just another predictable ending. More will come in a few weeks. Sorry it took me so long to update. I have twelve other stories, people are screamin at me to update them, and this one is my least favorite. Plus, I've got homework!
ACK!! IT BITES! IT BITES!