I forgot the title again
~ Mage Kitty
A/N: Yes. Took Drivers test… I have a life again… Sorta… That means more updates. Also, I'm going to try and finish this story, so my other stories won't be updated as much. Be happy…
DISCLAIMER: You know it already…
Ladeda: Yup, it's going to be an H/T… And you are right about putting the names together. Look it up in the dictionary ^^
Lutefa: Yes. Smartness is good. Cedar's magick problem might not be what you think it is, though… *tries to sound mysterious, but gives away part of the chapter*
Becca8: Nope. Not lampshade… Your right about putting the names together, though ^^ It is an H/T now ^^
Dragoness Fighter (or chrysgirl… whatever you call yourself ^^): Like your name ^^
Scarletswitchblade: Wow. You had a lot to say… It's going to be H/T. Cedar didn't touch the Dagger. It was something else ^^ I couldn't figure out how to use italics and I thought if I saved it as .html I would have to use HTML codes, but I didn't ^^ I don't even know if the Trolls have anything to do with the Dagger. It might… Holly has no magick so it doesn't matter if she handles the Dagger or anything. So the Ritual would work, if she doesn't touch the Dagger at all after she does it. And, believe me, that's something very hard to do. Night Shade's middle name isn't a poison. But you're on the right track ^^ The clues had to do with the name Belladonna and Night's entire name… I think that is about it ^^;;; Oh, and from last chappy, I can't tell you about the magick-less crap. Has to do with the Sorcerer's Ritual crap. Sometime, in the distant future, Night will explain all the Sorcerer crap. Now I think that is about it…
*~*~*~*~* Chapter Eight: Green Holly *~*~*~*~*
Night frowned as she walked slowly to school. The past few weeks were not the greatest. Her Uncle came to the school, the Dagger arrived and the Troll population disaster. Not to mention that she'd yet to find a Protector. And her 30th birthday was in a little less than a month. She knew that Root knew more about the Dagger then he said. 'But he keeps refusing to tell me it,' her thoughts were interrupted when a pink limo drove by and splashed mud all over her.
"Hey! Watch where you're going, you asshole!" She screamed after the limo. Frowning, she looked down at her clothes, which were splattered with mud and was quickly drying. She half-heartedly tried to wipe the mud off her, then gave up when she heard the warning bell ring in the distance. Cursing, she took off at a run to make it to school in time.
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"Feeling better today?" Trouble asked Holly.
"Uh, yeah. I don't know why I was so tired yesterday… Maybe Night has an idea," Holly said.
"If she doesn't get here soon, she'll be late," Trouble said, just as the warning bell went off.
"She'll be here," Holly assured him. Trouble still looked slightly doubtful, "Trust me," The two fell into idle chatter, occasionally glancing at the clock on the classroom wall. Thirty seconds before the bell rang, an out of breath, mud covered Night stood panting in the doorway.
"I told you she would be here," Holly said smugly, completely unconcerned about Night's appearance.
"Miss Shade, what happened to you?" Mr. Verbil asked. Several of the girls giggled.
"Some bastard in a pink limo decided it would be great fun to muddy-up a pedestrian," Night was decidedly cross, One more bad thing to the list, she thought.
"Out of my way, civilian!" A high, imperious voice commanded.
"Civilian? You hardly look like a Council employee," Night had turned around and faced the person out side of the room.
"I am a direct descendent of Frond himself!" The voice said haughtily.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Your Highness! We've saved a seat of honour just for you," Night said, her voice thick with sarcasm. She bowed low and stepped aside. A young, blonde girl swept regally past. Night placed a hand on the girl's arm and gently steered her towards her 'seat of honour.' Night's posture and carefully pleasant mask made her look like a queen leading her royal sister to her seat. Night set the girl into a desk right besides the teacher's. She then bowed and backed off to her own desk, located near the back of the room.
"Thank you, servant," The girl said, then waved a hand dismissively. Night and Holly glanced at each other and tried hard no to laugh.
"Miss, why don't you introduce yourself?" Mr. Verbil said to the girl. It was the worst possible thing he could have said.
Sniffing, the girl said, in obvious distaste, "I am Lili Frond and I own a pink limousine…" At that, Night flushed red with fury. She picked up a ball that vaguely resembles a modern – day shot put ball. And as everyone who has played shot put knows, those balls are heavy. Night then chucked the ball, and to Lili's dismay, Night's aim was just right.
Thunk.
Lili dropped down. She shot put ball hit her square in the head. Everyone sat in stunned silence as blue sparks raced around Lili's head. A few seconds later, Lili sat up.
"Like, where am I?" she said in a very ditzy voice.
"At school," Trouble supplied.
"Like, what school?" Lili asked, frowning prettily.
"It looks like that shot put ball knocked loose a few bolts," Holly murmured to Night, "Where did that ball come from anyways?"
"Trouble's back pack," Night said, then cackled insanely, "Bwhahahahahaa! Revenge is sweet!"
"Like, what revenge?" Lili asked.
"Er, Miss Frond… I think we might have to get you to the Nurse's Office. Any volunteers for taking her?" Mr. Verbil asked. The entire male population waved their hands enthusiastically. Much to Holly's disgust and, oddly enough, dismay, Trouble was among them.
"Er. Mr. Kelp. How about you take Miss Frond to the Nurse's Office," Mr. Verbil said.
"Alright," Trouble began to get up, then froze, "Holly," he whispered, "Where's the Nurse's Office?"
Holly sighed, then gave him the directions. Trouble got up and led Lili out of the room, much to everyone's dismay. The girls were jealous of Lili because she was with Trouble, and the guys were jealous of Trouble because he was with Lili. Oddly enough, Holly was as jealous as the rest of her peers. In fact, the only one who was not jealous was Night, who was still cackling evilly.
"Night, give it a rest. It's old," Holly said bitchily to Night.
"Whoa! Who got your knickers in a knot?" Night asked.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Holly snarled.
Night raised her eyebrows, "Is this just a bad case of PMS, or does it have to do with a certain male elf who just left the room?"
Holly glared at Night, her cheeks faintly pink, "I have no idea what you are talking about, Night."
"Suuuuuure," Night said, an annoying, confidential smile gracing her face, "Suuuure," she said again.
"SHUT UP!" Holly buried her face in her hands, "shut up," she repeated, weaker.
"Holly and T-aacccckkk!" For the second time in such a short while, Night was choked.
"Not one word," Holly said, then let go of Night's neck.
"Yes ma'am," Night said sarcastically, "Any thing you sa- hey! No duck tape! Ho-" Holly slapped the duck tape over Night's mouth, then duck tapped her hand s behind her back, cop style.
"There we go," Holly said.
"Mmrph! Fffk ooo!" Night struggled against her bonds.
"Watch your mouth, Night!" Holly said cheerfully, knowing that her friend would be cursing in every language imaginable.
"Miss Short, Miss Shade! Will you stop this foolishness," Mr Verbil said, a little late. Night managed to get a pair of scissors and sawed the duck tape off her wrists. Slowly, painfully, she pulled the duck tape off her mouth.
"Ah! Fuck! The pain!" she cursed.
"Miss Shade! Watch your mouth!" Mr. Verbil said.
"He… ck…" Night said. Mr. Verbil shot her a suspicious look, then walked up to the front of the class.
"Now today we're going to…"
Holly zoned out the sub. It was far more interesting to watch Night un-duck tape herself. Damn. How long has it been since Trouble left with Lili. I bet it has been hours. Damn. Four minutes, Holly fiddled with her roll of duck tape, has to be five minutes now. Damn. Four minutes and thirty three seconds, Holly sighted, then booted up the Spiral. Lazily, she typed in fws.vbubblez.hvn. Impatiently, she waited for the page to load, then started popping bubbles at an amazing speed, Virtual Bubble Wrap… Holy thought hazily. Her screen blinked, signally a new message.
To: recon_red
From: sorceress_green
Subject: secure Hello
Message: Holly and Trouble, sitting in a-
Holly stopped reading, then deleted the message.
"Damn you," Night muttered a few minutes later.
To: recon_red
From: sorceress_green
Subject: secure Not about Trouble
Message: Trouble's been gone for 7 minutes!
Holly glared at the back of Night's head.
The door opened and Holly's head shot up. Trouble swaggered in, looking mighty pleased with himself.
"There's lipstick on your cheek," Holly hissed at him.
"Oh, so there is," Trouble grinned.
"Humph," Holly turned around and resumed glaring at Night.
To: sorceress_green
From: double_trouble
Subject: secure Holly
Message: What's with Holly?
To: double_trouble
From: sorceress_green
Subject: Re: secure Holly
Message: She's the colour of my name.
To: sorceress_green
From: double_trouble
Subject: Re: Re: secure Holly
Message: She's green?!?
To: double_trouble
From: sorceress_green
Subject: Re: Re: Re: secure Holly
Message: If you don't know, you don't ask.
"Arrrgghh," Trouble snarled to himself. He booted up the Spiral and searched the word green.
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Cudgeon paused in front of Commander Root's door. He shielded, then pressed his pointed ear to the door. Captain Short's voice floated through the wood.
"…any magick…"
"You mean you ran dry?" A centaur's voice asked.
"No. I should be running hot," Cedar said.
"Did you touch the Dagger?" Julius asked.
"What do you think I am, a fool?" Cedar's voice was full of contempt.
"We have to consider all the possibilities," the centaur said.
"If it wasn't the Dagger, what was it?" Julius wondered.
"Maybe it's connected with the Troll population problem. After all, it was just after Cedar came back we realized that he has no magick," the centaur considered.
"This is one hell of a time. The Dagger's back, the Troll population is rising…" Julius trailed off.
'The Dagger.' Hmmm… It must be the dagger that steals magick. So it never was destroyed. Parazonium… What a useful weapon… And the Troll population. Julius is right, this is one hell of a time.
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A/N: Well, now that I have finished typing this (it took a week or so) I have realized that I cannot get my licence yet. I failed the bloody vision test. *Sticks out tongue* Even when I was wearing my glasses. Liiiiiiiiiiiiife suuuuuuuuuuuuucks!
~ Mage Kitty =^.^=