Author's Note: DAY here! You guys kept reading! *squeals* I guess I'll get over my excitement sometime . . . Until then, well, just keep reading anyway! Okie, time to answer questions!
First off, I'm sorry I didn't make it clear enough, but the Shotel is sorta like a scythe. I was trying to allude to that when I was comparing Sonari to the Grip Reaper. The wooden shaft thingy (if that's even the right word . . . I forget . . .) comes up to about his shoulders, where the blade is attached. The blade's got a gentle curve, and is only just over two feet long. Basically, something you don't want a sadistic idiot threatening you with.
Sonari: *scowls* Watch your tongue.
DAY: You watch yours! I'm the author, remember. I can do whatever I want to you later. *sticks out tongue*
Newayz, about Lana . . . Sonari wasn't supposed to say anything about Lana, so now you have to wait in suspense. Mwahahahaha (cue evil laugh) And no, KOV, ya can't tell anyone about what happens later . . .
Oh, and one more thing . . . Jar-jar my fav char in Star Wars, so, don't diss. Das isst muy, muy, wude, ya?
Read on and enjoy!
RiganaRigana sat at her desk shuffling papers around. There hadn't been so many papers on her desk since, well . . . she didn't know when. She sighed and leaned back in her chair.
I hate paperwork. I don't see why you have to read the whole paper, just to sign your name at the end. It's kind of pointless when you think about it. But, I suppose I have to read it through. I remember the last time I didn't read it all the way through. It was last year's Festival, actually. We needed some food, so I ordered a bunch of stuff. By the end, I was getting tired of reading all the papers, so I just signed without reading it. And the whole town got overrun by pigs. I mean, all I wanted was some pork chops! I guess that's what I get. Rigana thought to herself.
At 36, Rigana was one of the youngest mayors of Lahrin. Ever. The whole pig incident last year made some of the older folk doubt whether she was, in truth, a good mayor. But with the support of Grandfather, she was able to rouse enough support to run for office again, and won. Grandfather wasn't really her Grandfather, but everyone in Lahrin called him Grandfather anyway. The only person in the whole town that he was actually related to was Sil-alia, the young Guardian-in-Training for the Shrine dedicated to Archangel in the forests surrounding the town. And to show them that she could do something right, she decided to throw the grandest, most festive Festival ever. And the papers on her desk were the result.
Hm. I wonder how Sil-alia's doing. She's probably pacing around the house and annoying Grandfather to death. Rigana chuckled at the thought.
She ran her fingers through her jet-black hair that came down to just below her ears. She swung her feet from off her desk and walked out into the open air. Maybe she would check on Sil-alia, after all, the young Wingly was like a younger sister to her. Perhaps it was because she had been such a close friend to her mother, before . . .
Well, there's no point in brooding about it. She happy, and she's with her love, and they . . . they left Sil-alia an orphan, but she's had me and Grandfather to look after her. And she's very strong. And she never really knew her parents, so I suppose it makes the pain that much less to bear. I really should stop thinking about this and start focusing on the Festival tonight. Rigana mused.
She walked through the town, heading quickly towards the square. She took a quick glance at Sil-alia's house as she passed, and she thought she saw a glimpse of the golden-haired warrior pacing around on the gentle slope of the roof. She hoped that Sil-alia would calm down enough to actually be able to perform.
When Rigana reached the square, she sat down on an empty bench, and started absently smoothing out her knee length, black leather skirt. A young Wingly man glided down out of the air to stand beside her and address her.
"Uh, Ma'am, there are a couple of Humans at the gates. What should we do? I mean, I know we have an open-door policy, but I don't think that they would appreciate the Festival tonight. After all, it is about the reign and fall of the Winglies, right?" the young guard managed to stutter.
Rigana contemplated the problem for only a second. There was nothing making the Humans come to the Festival. It was their fault if they saw something they didn't want to see. The town couldn't be held responsible. And she couldn't endanger the town's peaceful and open-door status just for a couple of inconsiderate Humans.
"Warn them about the topic of the Festival tonight, then let them in. Make sure you tell them not to go if they're going to cause trouble about it."
"Yes Ma'am." The young guard flew back to his post.
Rigana sighed and her deep brown eyes stared back into her lap. She had no idea how long she was sitting there, zoning out, thinking about all the problems the town had been having lately. It had gotten worse ever since the Age of Turmoil ended. Monsters and Demons had randomly attacked Lahrin, and sometimes the soldiers that had been sent to protect the town were hardly enough. That was one of the reasons that the townsfolk were so relieved that Sil-alia had almost finished her training, and would soon become a Tahoan. Her fighting skills rivaled any in the land. But for the last year or so, the Demons had stopped coming. That spooked both the citizens of the town and herself more than they wanted to admit.
She jumped about three miles when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to find a man sitting behind her. One she'd never seen before. So, of course, she assumed it was one of the Humans the guard had come and told her about. She looked at him more carefully now, noticing that he was a few years younger than her, around 30. His shoulder length, dark red hair was held back from his face by a braided, brown leather band, and his eyes were light blue, and clear as a mountain spring. We wore rather heavy clothing for this part of the world, and his skin was strangely pale, as if he hadn't been in the sun for months. Yet his eyes drew her to him, they seemed to be sparkling with endless laughter that would keep of echoing, even if the man died. Much like the way Sil-alia's eyes sparkled.
"You okay?" To Rigana's surprise, the Man was the one to initiate conversation. "You looked kinda like you were crying."
"No, I'm fine. Just thinking . . ."
"Well, okay then, if you're sure." There was silence for a few seconds. "Well, I was wondering if there was any way that I could talk to the mayor, or leader, or whatever you call the top man in this town. I need to talk to him about something . . ."
"Um, I guess you found her . . ."
Author's Note: There ya have it. Another one of the main characters. But who's that guy? Ok, that was a totally pointless question and totally easy if you've been reading carefully . . .
Rigana: I can't believe you put that in.
DAY: What?
Rigana: The whole pig incident.
DAY: Oh. It's not my fault. You were the one who was thinking it. And hey, it's the only humor in this fic so far, even if it is really weird.
Rigana: *sulks*
DAY: Aw, come on. Don't be like that. You're turning into Sonari.
Sonari: *glares* *sulks*
Geez, okay you guys. End of chappie. I better go regain control of my characters. Don't forget to review! And put any of your speculations about anything in your review. I wanna see what you guys are thinking. And don't forget to review (did I say that already?)