Meagan The Rageingbeaver
Here is yet another title with no correlation with the story. After seeing our friend Erin get a chapter named after her, my sister, Meagan (aka Rageingbeaver), demanded that her name be used as a title as well. Anyway I'm running out of fun facts, so from here on out you'll be receiving a thought for the day. TFTD: Try to raise your self-esteem you dumb ass!
Celia looked around her; the field she was standing in was simply beautiful. It had a variety of flowers she'd never seen before, and she felt the wind blowing through her platinum hair. She'd taken out the braid a couple minutes earlier.
She smiled at the little rabbits that were playing, and giggled at the frog, and remembered how she'd told Jack that he'd looked like a frog. Oh yeah, good fun. Wait! Jack! George! Scarier than shit pirates! Where'd they go? Why wasn't she at sea? She felt an all too familiar wave of panic crash over her. Oh GOD! Why was the rabbit mauling and eating the frog? Why were the frog's legs kicking the rabbit? Why did it just get rainy all the sudden?
Celia bolted from the scene, unsure of where she was running. She slowed down when her legs started cramping. She looked around her, and spotted the half-eaten frog jumping after her. HOLY SHIT!
"Celia!" A booming voice from above bellowed as Celia turned to run again. She froze in place. Oh hell. What was going on? Whose voice was that?
"Listen carefully, oh so demented one." The voice echoed. It was getting louder. Celia turned and looked up at the sky, where it had sounded like the voice was coming from.
"The answer lies within you." The voice called out.
"Within me?" Celia questioned moving forward.
"Yes."
"How?"
"It lies within you."
"Wait you didn't answer my question! What lies within me, and how?"
"It lies within you."
"I got that, now answer my questions!"
"Within you."
"ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTIONS!"
"Look lady, I'm just doing my job. If you don't like it take it up with management." The voice held an air of superiority. Damn pompous, bodiless voice.
"Whose the management?" Celia took a step forward.
"Oh for the love of God! The answer lies within you. Let me break that down for you. 'The answer'- which implies a question. Now what do you think the question is?"
"Why is the partially-eaten frog following me?"
"NO! My lord, you're an idiot." Celia growled at the voice's comment.
It, however, continued, "The Diamond Dragon! Ok, moving on, 'within you.' Which means that you hold the answer in you."
"No shit." Celia could taste the sarcasm in her words.
"Ok fine, if you don't want the help then you can just kiss my ass. Besides, you need to wake up now, George is about to put a bug in your hair."
*~*
Celia sat bolt upright, knocking George over in the process. She heard him groan, and felt a little pleased with her. It was the small victories in life that- Oh crap the dream. Did it mean something? Or was it just her overly imaginative mind just running amuck?
"The answer lies within me." Celia repeated out loud. And scratched her scalp.
"If it makes y' happy, then the giant butterfly knows the answer too." George said getting up, and picking up the bug he'd dropped when Celia had toppled him over. Celia looked up at him. How had he gotten here? She briefly considered asking him, but decided against it. She knew all George would do was poke her, and laugh. George thought the funniest thing, aside from scaring Celia shitless, was poking her. The utter senselessness of it just made him insane.
"Is it possible for someone to have an answer inside themselves, or is it all just abstract, metaphorical, jargon that people say to invoke deep thoughts on a topic?" She received a blank stare from George.
"What are y' on about?" Jack asked, pushing himself off the bars, and walking over to Celia.
"Well, in the dream I just had, this voice was telling me the answer to this whole Diamond Dragon thing lies within me. He also called me an idiot, and said I was demented." Her voice was starting to get angrier.
"Truthful." Jack replied, a smile spreading his face. Celia scowled, and looked down. The dream, she had a feeling that it was more than just her imagination. She thought it had actually meant something. She highly doubted her own imagination would call her an idiot, unless they had good reason. Damn it. Nothing was making sense anymore, not that it ever- YIPE! Something was crawling down her back!
*** Good news, you get to have edited chapters now!!!! Thanks to me, the Rageingbeaver.
OOOOH! Cliffy. Wow, did you see all that plot development. It was amazing, yes? Oh yeah, and for those of you wondering, yes things are going to start heating up between Jack and Celia, still no sex though. Oh and I should probably tell you why I refuse to wish ya'll a happy holiday season. Y' see, I hate the holidays, with every fiber of my being, excluding Halloween, and 4th of July, but that's only 'cause its my b-day. Review.
Here is yet another title with no correlation with the story. After seeing our friend Erin get a chapter named after her, my sister, Meagan (aka Rageingbeaver), demanded that her name be used as a title as well. Anyway I'm running out of fun facts, so from here on out you'll be receiving a thought for the day. TFTD: Try to raise your self-esteem you dumb ass!
Celia looked around her; the field she was standing in was simply beautiful. It had a variety of flowers she'd never seen before, and she felt the wind blowing through her platinum hair. She'd taken out the braid a couple minutes earlier.
She smiled at the little rabbits that were playing, and giggled at the frog, and remembered how she'd told Jack that he'd looked like a frog. Oh yeah, good fun. Wait! Jack! George! Scarier than shit pirates! Where'd they go? Why wasn't she at sea? She felt an all too familiar wave of panic crash over her. Oh GOD! Why was the rabbit mauling and eating the frog? Why were the frog's legs kicking the rabbit? Why did it just get rainy all the sudden?
Celia bolted from the scene, unsure of where she was running. She slowed down when her legs started cramping. She looked around her, and spotted the half-eaten frog jumping after her. HOLY SHIT!
"Celia!" A booming voice from above bellowed as Celia turned to run again. She froze in place. Oh hell. What was going on? Whose voice was that?
"Listen carefully, oh so demented one." The voice echoed. It was getting louder. Celia turned and looked up at the sky, where it had sounded like the voice was coming from.
"The answer lies within you." The voice called out.
"Within me?" Celia questioned moving forward.
"Yes."
"How?"
"It lies within you."
"Wait you didn't answer my question! What lies within me, and how?"
"It lies within you."
"I got that, now answer my questions!"
"Within you."
"ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTIONS!"
"Look lady, I'm just doing my job. If you don't like it take it up with management." The voice held an air of superiority. Damn pompous, bodiless voice.
"Whose the management?" Celia took a step forward.
"Oh for the love of God! The answer lies within you. Let me break that down for you. 'The answer'- which implies a question. Now what do you think the question is?"
"Why is the partially-eaten frog following me?"
"NO! My lord, you're an idiot." Celia growled at the voice's comment.
It, however, continued, "The Diamond Dragon! Ok, moving on, 'within you.' Which means that you hold the answer in you."
"No shit." Celia could taste the sarcasm in her words.
"Ok fine, if you don't want the help then you can just kiss my ass. Besides, you need to wake up now, George is about to put a bug in your hair."
*~*
Celia sat bolt upright, knocking George over in the process. She heard him groan, and felt a little pleased with her. It was the small victories in life that- Oh crap the dream. Did it mean something? Or was it just her overly imaginative mind just running amuck?
"The answer lies within me." Celia repeated out loud. And scratched her scalp.
"If it makes y' happy, then the giant butterfly knows the answer too." George said getting up, and picking up the bug he'd dropped when Celia had toppled him over. Celia looked up at him. How had he gotten here? She briefly considered asking him, but decided against it. She knew all George would do was poke her, and laugh. George thought the funniest thing, aside from scaring Celia shitless, was poking her. The utter senselessness of it just made him insane.
"Is it possible for someone to have an answer inside themselves, or is it all just abstract, metaphorical, jargon that people say to invoke deep thoughts on a topic?" She received a blank stare from George.
"What are y' on about?" Jack asked, pushing himself off the bars, and walking over to Celia.
"Well, in the dream I just had, this voice was telling me the answer to this whole Diamond Dragon thing lies within me. He also called me an idiot, and said I was demented." Her voice was starting to get angrier.
"Truthful." Jack replied, a smile spreading his face. Celia scowled, and looked down. The dream, she had a feeling that it was more than just her imagination. She thought it had actually meant something. She highly doubted her own imagination would call her an idiot, unless they had good reason. Damn it. Nothing was making sense anymore, not that it ever- YIPE! Something was crawling down her back!
*** Good news, you get to have edited chapters now!!!! Thanks to me, the Rageingbeaver.
OOOOH! Cliffy. Wow, did you see all that plot development. It was amazing, yes? Oh yeah, and for those of you wondering, yes things are going to start heating up between Jack and Celia, still no sex though. Oh and I should probably tell you why I refuse to wish ya'll a happy holiday season. Y' see, I hate the holidays, with every fiber of my being, excluding Halloween, and 4th of July, but that's only 'cause its my b-day. Review.