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Authors Note: Guess what! I'm finally updating! And most people probably don't really care! But I need to make the authors note long because then it makes it look like the story is long even though it's not! Anyway, I haven't the slightest idea what this chapter is going to be about. I'm just writing it as I go. I hope it'll be okay. If I figure out what it's about and I need to warn you about something, I'll make sure to add it on. Oh, and see, here's something. I know most people think I'm being paranoid, but I want to make sure I don't insult anyone. This chapter says something about being in paradise...yeah, well, in case you didn't know, that's heaven. Just a different word that spreads to a wider range of religions. I just don't want to make any non-Christians mad. That being said...here we go!!!!!
I opened my eyes, yet again, and saw something much more welcoming than all of the scenes before. I was lying on a bed in a brightly lit room staring up at an intricately patterned canopy. Ishizu was hovering near the foot of the bed, a look of concern on her face.
"Tiera! You're finally awake! Do you know how long you've been asleep?"
I tried to speak, but my throat was still in a considerable amount of pain, so I shook my head instead. I still felt weak from my ordeal with Marik.
"Alright, let's see if I can clean you up a little bit. You're covered in blood!" She walked over to me and took hold of my shoulders, helping to a sitting position. I was still having trouble moving my arms and legs and the gash on my chest remained raw and sore.
She somehow managed to drag me into a tiny bathroom, and turned on the water in the tub. She helped me lay down in the bathtub and began to rinse all of the blood off of my chest and out of my hair.
I tried to ignore the stinging and throbbing that I felt when the soap touched all of the tender spots on my body. I concentrated instead on the situation at hand. I had to somehow figure out a way to let Ishizu know that I could no longer hide from Marik. Again, I tried to talk, but all that came out was a raspy whisper that I couldn't hold very long.
After my bath, Ishizu gave me some clean clothes to wear and helped me back to the bed. She sat down beside me. She was quiet for a few minutes. She seemed to be doing some serious thinking. She finally appeared to come to a conclusion and drew in a shaky breath. "Tiera, I want you to tell me...did Marik do this to you?" She looked at me expectantly.
I just nodded my head.
"But, how could he? I just don't understand...but I did foresee it coming...and it really happened..." She was talking more to herself than to me.
I just laid there quietly, but a million thoughts were racing around in my head. What if she was in on this? Or what if she wouldn't believe me about the tracking thing? What if Marik came and kidnapped me again? What if he hurt me even more than he already had? Because immortals can suffer, they can be pushed to the brink between life and death, but they will always land on the life side.
In a way, immortality is a blessing and a curse. For people like Marik, it is a blessing. It can help you achieve your goals that it would take more than one lifetime to reach. Marik took advantage of this opportunity. But in doing so, he made me endure all of the emotional and physical pain that was possible.
So it was a curse for me. If it had not been for Marik, I would be in paradise with my mother, father, brother, and children. But he had changed that. So now I was lying here, completely motionless and afraid of the world. Isn't it strange how one person can alter the course of your life forever?
"Tiera, I want to tell you Marik's story. A few things you don't know about him." Ishizu looked up at me. I could see tears running down her cheeks. I couldn't figure out why she was crying. "You see, it all started when he was about ten years old. We lived with our father, our mother was dead. Anyway, Father never really liked Marik much. In fact, he hated him. And everything that went wrong in the house was always Marik's fault. Father blamed everything on him.
"And Father would take out all his anger on Marik. He hit him, and beat him, and hurt him in any way possible, just like Marik did to you. So Marik decided to run away. He ran to our uncle's, our mother's brother, which was where you were. I managed to figure out where he was and visited in secret. If Father ever found out, he would kill me.
"You see, Father never gave him permission to leave, and he never gave him permission to marry you. Everything Marik did was against our father's wishes. So, one day, just about a month before Monifa was born, Father went to visit our uncle, and he found Marik there. Father thought that our uncle had kidnapped Marik and brought him there, so he slipped poison in Uncle's drink. Later, they got in a fist fight and Father was killed. Uncle died later when the effects of the poison started to take their toll.
"After those two men were out of the picture, Marik began to gain followers. These people wanted to help him find the rest of the Millennium Items. It was Shadi's job to protect the items, mine to protect the tomb of the Pharaoh. Shadi knew that Marik was plotting against him, so he warned me, and that's where all the conflict started."
She lowered her head, as if in shame. "Tiera, I feel so bad about this now. But...you see...I knew from that point on that Marik would turn out bad. I just didn't want to tell you. I mean, I should have gotten you out of there, but at the time that I found out, you were pregnant and already had two kids and you just seemed so happy. Besides, it wasn't safe for you to go anywhere. I just didn't want to take the risk of having you killed.
"After Shadi granted me the power of the Millennium Necklace, I could see the complete future before me, but still, I remained convinced that I should trust in fate and not interfere with the future, because everything happens for a reason."
I couldn't believe my ears. Ishizu had known that this would happen all along, and she hadn't done anything about it? It was just as much her fault that I was here, that my children were dead, and that my life was miserable, as it was Marik's.
I could feel that same hot hatred boiling up inside me. I just wish she hadn't told me that. I wish she had just let me stay blinded by those lies like I was before. I wanted to run. Run away from her. Run anywhere. Someplace where no one could find me and drag me out again.
This hatred and desire burning inside of me gave me strength beyond any I'd felt before. I pulled myself up off of the bed and ran. I ran out of the room, down a narrow staircase, and out a door. I ignored all of my throbbing muscles and bruises. All I could think about was getting away from there, getting out into the open, and finding a place to hide. Because I had to hide. Hiding was all I'd done for the past 5,000 years and I wasn't about to change that.
But a little voice inside my head seemed to think differently. "Just look where hiding has got you so far! You've been betrayed by everyone you loved because you were too afraid to stand up and show yourself to the world."
But how could I know to trust this voice? Everyone else I had trusted had gone off and deceived me. They lied to me and pushed me around, manipulating me and everything I had just to help them get to where they wanted to go. It seemed so unfair, and yet, I couldn't do anything about it. That's just the way life is.
And so I would keep on hiding. Because if you hide, you have less of a chance of being seen.
Authors Note: Okay, I know that was weird, but I just finished reading "Belle Prater's Boy" by Ruth White for about the 1800th time. I love that book! But it does give you some pretty weird thoughts. Anyway, that was my chapter, hope you liked it, read and review, yeah yeah yeah, and all that stuff. Have a nice life and don't forget that Jaylen is the #3 Big Gey in the world and nobody will ever take her place.
Until next time, remember kids, don't read "Belle Prater's Boy" more than 1000 times, don't trust little voices in your head, and NEVER put your nose in a snakes mouth!
~Jaylen
Authors Note: Guess what! I'm finally updating! And most people probably don't really care! But I need to make the authors note long because then it makes it look like the story is long even though it's not! Anyway, I haven't the slightest idea what this chapter is going to be about. I'm just writing it as I go. I hope it'll be okay. If I figure out what it's about and I need to warn you about something, I'll make sure to add it on. Oh, and see, here's something. I know most people think I'm being paranoid, but I want to make sure I don't insult anyone. This chapter says something about being in paradise...yeah, well, in case you didn't know, that's heaven. Just a different word that spreads to a wider range of religions. I just don't want to make any non-Christians mad. That being said...here we go!!!!!
I opened my eyes, yet again, and saw something much more welcoming than all of the scenes before. I was lying on a bed in a brightly lit room staring up at an intricately patterned canopy. Ishizu was hovering near the foot of the bed, a look of concern on her face.
"Tiera! You're finally awake! Do you know how long you've been asleep?"
I tried to speak, but my throat was still in a considerable amount of pain, so I shook my head instead. I still felt weak from my ordeal with Marik.
"Alright, let's see if I can clean you up a little bit. You're covered in blood!" She walked over to me and took hold of my shoulders, helping to a sitting position. I was still having trouble moving my arms and legs and the gash on my chest remained raw and sore.
She somehow managed to drag me into a tiny bathroom, and turned on the water in the tub. She helped me lay down in the bathtub and began to rinse all of the blood off of my chest and out of my hair.
I tried to ignore the stinging and throbbing that I felt when the soap touched all of the tender spots on my body. I concentrated instead on the situation at hand. I had to somehow figure out a way to let Ishizu know that I could no longer hide from Marik. Again, I tried to talk, but all that came out was a raspy whisper that I couldn't hold very long.
After my bath, Ishizu gave me some clean clothes to wear and helped me back to the bed. She sat down beside me. She was quiet for a few minutes. She seemed to be doing some serious thinking. She finally appeared to come to a conclusion and drew in a shaky breath. "Tiera, I want you to tell me...did Marik do this to you?" She looked at me expectantly.
I just nodded my head.
"But, how could he? I just don't understand...but I did foresee it coming...and it really happened..." She was talking more to herself than to me.
I just laid there quietly, but a million thoughts were racing around in my head. What if she was in on this? Or what if she wouldn't believe me about the tracking thing? What if Marik came and kidnapped me again? What if he hurt me even more than he already had? Because immortals can suffer, they can be pushed to the brink between life and death, but they will always land on the life side.
In a way, immortality is a blessing and a curse. For people like Marik, it is a blessing. It can help you achieve your goals that it would take more than one lifetime to reach. Marik took advantage of this opportunity. But in doing so, he made me endure all of the emotional and physical pain that was possible.
So it was a curse for me. If it had not been for Marik, I would be in paradise with my mother, father, brother, and children. But he had changed that. So now I was lying here, completely motionless and afraid of the world. Isn't it strange how one person can alter the course of your life forever?
"Tiera, I want to tell you Marik's story. A few things you don't know about him." Ishizu looked up at me. I could see tears running down her cheeks. I couldn't figure out why she was crying. "You see, it all started when he was about ten years old. We lived with our father, our mother was dead. Anyway, Father never really liked Marik much. In fact, he hated him. And everything that went wrong in the house was always Marik's fault. Father blamed everything on him.
"And Father would take out all his anger on Marik. He hit him, and beat him, and hurt him in any way possible, just like Marik did to you. So Marik decided to run away. He ran to our uncle's, our mother's brother, which was where you were. I managed to figure out where he was and visited in secret. If Father ever found out, he would kill me.
"You see, Father never gave him permission to leave, and he never gave him permission to marry you. Everything Marik did was against our father's wishes. So, one day, just about a month before Monifa was born, Father went to visit our uncle, and he found Marik there. Father thought that our uncle had kidnapped Marik and brought him there, so he slipped poison in Uncle's drink. Later, they got in a fist fight and Father was killed. Uncle died later when the effects of the poison started to take their toll.
"After those two men were out of the picture, Marik began to gain followers. These people wanted to help him find the rest of the Millennium Items. It was Shadi's job to protect the items, mine to protect the tomb of the Pharaoh. Shadi knew that Marik was plotting against him, so he warned me, and that's where all the conflict started."
She lowered her head, as if in shame. "Tiera, I feel so bad about this now. But...you see...I knew from that point on that Marik would turn out bad. I just didn't want to tell you. I mean, I should have gotten you out of there, but at the time that I found out, you were pregnant and already had two kids and you just seemed so happy. Besides, it wasn't safe for you to go anywhere. I just didn't want to take the risk of having you killed.
"After Shadi granted me the power of the Millennium Necklace, I could see the complete future before me, but still, I remained convinced that I should trust in fate and not interfere with the future, because everything happens for a reason."
I couldn't believe my ears. Ishizu had known that this would happen all along, and she hadn't done anything about it? It was just as much her fault that I was here, that my children were dead, and that my life was miserable, as it was Marik's.
I could feel that same hot hatred boiling up inside me. I just wish she hadn't told me that. I wish she had just let me stay blinded by those lies like I was before. I wanted to run. Run away from her. Run anywhere. Someplace where no one could find me and drag me out again.
This hatred and desire burning inside of me gave me strength beyond any I'd felt before. I pulled myself up off of the bed and ran. I ran out of the room, down a narrow staircase, and out a door. I ignored all of my throbbing muscles and bruises. All I could think about was getting away from there, getting out into the open, and finding a place to hide. Because I had to hide. Hiding was all I'd done for the past 5,000 years and I wasn't about to change that.
But a little voice inside my head seemed to think differently. "Just look where hiding has got you so far! You've been betrayed by everyone you loved because you were too afraid to stand up and show yourself to the world."
But how could I know to trust this voice? Everyone else I had trusted had gone off and deceived me. They lied to me and pushed me around, manipulating me and everything I had just to help them get to where they wanted to go. It seemed so unfair, and yet, I couldn't do anything about it. That's just the way life is.
And so I would keep on hiding. Because if you hide, you have less of a chance of being seen.
Authors Note: Okay, I know that was weird, but I just finished reading "Belle Prater's Boy" by Ruth White for about the 1800th time. I love that book! But it does give you some pretty weird thoughts. Anyway, that was my chapter, hope you liked it, read and review, yeah yeah yeah, and all that stuff. Have a nice life and don't forget that Jaylen is the #3 Big Gey in the world and nobody will ever take her place.
Until next time, remember kids, don't read "Belle Prater's Boy" more than 1000 times, don't trust little voices in your head, and NEVER put your nose in a snakes mouth!
~Jaylen