Chapter 8: What's Tea?
"Here you go Nazia." Prince Tristen calmly said, handing her a cup of tea and one for himself. Nazia had being rugged up in piles of blankets, her wings folded in as she looked at her cup of tea.
"Uh,"
"Don't worry. Its just tea."
"What's that?"
"Huh?" He Shockley said, to hear her say that. "What exactly do you know?"
"I don't know, but this isn't tea."
"What do you call it then?"
"Well Tanya called it shit, so I call it shit."
"Uh, Nazia?"
"Yes?"
"I think your friend means well, but he or she--"
"Tanya's a girl." Interrupted Nazia.
"Yeah, she means well, but don't give her tea."
"Why? Is something wrong with her?"
"Nothing's wrong with her. Just drink the, sh-- I mean tea. It's good for the kidney's and heart."
"Really?" She said gazing up at him, and starts drinking her tea. Tristen starts drink his too and stares at the way she drinks. Her olive hands held around the mug instead of the handle. Her legs were crossed with her blankets tied around.
"I know what I can do to lighten things up!" Tristen said finishing off his tea and got up.
"Huh?"
"Stay here, okay? I'll be back!" Winked he, running outside to his horse. Nazia remained still, staring in her cup. So many thoughts mucked up her mind. What else didn't she acknowledge to the big wide world? If she didn't know what tea or love is, then what else didn't she know? Having no parents to teach her and Tanya only her lack of knowledge.
Prince Tristen managed to reach Isle in the wild bushes, which was chewing down on grass, and grazing on weeds. Loosing his guitar from the saddle and started tuning it by strumming each string.
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"Outcast will die!!!" Smugly protested the ugly grasshopper, walking through the front door to Nazia's house. He could smell the fragrance of smoked candy and muddy trails of footprints. He knew more than one person had been here.
"Seek outcast, must die!"
As he stalked through the hallways slowly, the intense built up to kill this fairy from very long ago. Nazia had her eyes closed, thinking. Being unaware of the killer grasshopper lurking about closer to her. Soon she fell asleep, waiting for her friend to return.
"Aha! See outcast, now destroy outcast!" he murmured under his breath, peering behind the door to her bedroom. There he found her fast asleep.
"Easy done! she gone asleep." the grasshopper said raising his blade and flinging open his wings upon attack. Striding closer to her.
Tristen came along happily, whistling, holding his guitar upon its neck. Entering the door he halted.
"Huh? I smell something..." he paused walking to her room.
"Outcast DIE!!!" hissed the grasshopper, raising a blade above her sleepy head.
"What the!" Tristen said shocked to see a grasshopper holding her neck to a blade. Nazia woke up.
"Huh?"
"Nazia!!"
"You outcast to?!" yelled the grasshopper.
"Let Nazia go now!" Her eyes went wide, but didn't scream. Gazing at the blade near her neck that curved around. Memories flickered past of her death and how it relates to her parents.
"If you don't let her go! I'll kill you!"
"She's evil!! EVIL!!!"
"Nazia, don't worry. just don't move!" She stared back up at him to think of nothing. Her mind went blank, and looked down to the grasshopper's arm that wrapped around her shoulder.
"Aaaaaah!" Yelled the grasshopper, yelping back as Nazia bit into his arm. She began to flee outside, running to Tristen's horse.
"Nazia's not evil! If she was evil don't you think you'd be dead by now?" Questioned the prince pointing his gun at the grasshopper's head, madly.
"She laugh at me and now she die! outcast laugh at me!!!"
"Huh? Outcast?"
"GROWL!!" the grasshopper sounded off, flying out the window and chasing after Nazia.
"Hey! Leave her alone!... NAZIA!!"
Nazia heard this, standing near Isle, with streams of tears running down her face. "Why do I feel scared for?! why does it hurt when I think of a sword near my face?"
"NAZIAAAAA!!" Tristen screamed from afar, running up to her. But it was all too late, the ugly grasshopper's assonating behaviour flew down and picked her up, just as Tristen arrived he tried latching to her hand.
"Aaaaaah!! Tristen!"
"Here you go Nazia." Prince Tristen calmly said, handing her a cup of tea and one for himself. Nazia had being rugged up in piles of blankets, her wings folded in as she looked at her cup of tea.
"Uh,"
"Don't worry. Its just tea."
"What's that?"
"Huh?" He Shockley said, to hear her say that. "What exactly do you know?"
"I don't know, but this isn't tea."
"What do you call it then?"
"Well Tanya called it shit, so I call it shit."
"Uh, Nazia?"
"Yes?"
"I think your friend means well, but he or she--"
"Tanya's a girl." Interrupted Nazia.
"Yeah, she means well, but don't give her tea."
"Why? Is something wrong with her?"
"Nothing's wrong with her. Just drink the, sh-- I mean tea. It's good for the kidney's and heart."
"Really?" She said gazing up at him, and starts drinking her tea. Tristen starts drink his too and stares at the way she drinks. Her olive hands held around the mug instead of the handle. Her legs were crossed with her blankets tied around.
"I know what I can do to lighten things up!" Tristen said finishing off his tea and got up.
"Huh?"
"Stay here, okay? I'll be back!" Winked he, running outside to his horse. Nazia remained still, staring in her cup. So many thoughts mucked up her mind. What else didn't she acknowledge to the big wide world? If she didn't know what tea or love is, then what else didn't she know? Having no parents to teach her and Tanya only her lack of knowledge.
Prince Tristen managed to reach Isle in the wild bushes, which was chewing down on grass, and grazing on weeds. Loosing his guitar from the saddle and started tuning it by strumming each string.
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"Outcast will die!!!" Smugly protested the ugly grasshopper, walking through the front door to Nazia's house. He could smell the fragrance of smoked candy and muddy trails of footprints. He knew more than one person had been here.
"Seek outcast, must die!"
As he stalked through the hallways slowly, the intense built up to kill this fairy from very long ago. Nazia had her eyes closed, thinking. Being unaware of the killer grasshopper lurking about closer to her. Soon she fell asleep, waiting for her friend to return.
"Aha! See outcast, now destroy outcast!" he murmured under his breath, peering behind the door to her bedroom. There he found her fast asleep.
"Easy done! she gone asleep." the grasshopper said raising his blade and flinging open his wings upon attack. Striding closer to her.
Tristen came along happily, whistling, holding his guitar upon its neck. Entering the door he halted.
"Huh? I smell something..." he paused walking to her room.
"Outcast DIE!!!" hissed the grasshopper, raising a blade above her sleepy head.
"What the!" Tristen said shocked to see a grasshopper holding her neck to a blade. Nazia woke up.
"Huh?"
"Nazia!!"
"You outcast to?!" yelled the grasshopper.
"Let Nazia go now!" Her eyes went wide, but didn't scream. Gazing at the blade near her neck that curved around. Memories flickered past of her death and how it relates to her parents.
"If you don't let her go! I'll kill you!"
"She's evil!! EVIL!!!"
"Nazia, don't worry. just don't move!" She stared back up at him to think of nothing. Her mind went blank, and looked down to the grasshopper's arm that wrapped around her shoulder.
"Aaaaaah!" Yelled the grasshopper, yelping back as Nazia bit into his arm. She began to flee outside, running to Tristen's horse.
"Nazia's not evil! If she was evil don't you think you'd be dead by now?" Questioned the prince pointing his gun at the grasshopper's head, madly.
"She laugh at me and now she die! outcast laugh at me!!!"
"Huh? Outcast?"
"GROWL!!" the grasshopper sounded off, flying out the window and chasing after Nazia.
"Hey! Leave her alone!... NAZIA!!"
Nazia heard this, standing near Isle, with streams of tears running down her face. "Why do I feel scared for?! why does it hurt when I think of a sword near my face?"
"NAZIAAAAA!!" Tristen screamed from afar, running up to her. But it was all too late, the ugly grasshopper's assonating behaviour flew down and picked her up, just as Tristen arrived he tried latching to her hand.
"Aaaaaah!! Tristen!"