TO ALL WHO REVIEWED, THANK YOU! SORRY FOR THE SHABBY WRITING... I CAN WRITE
BETTER WITH LESS STRESS. ANYWAY-DON'T CALL IILANA A MARY-SUE(WHATEVER THAT
IS). ONE SHOULD NEVER JUDGE SOMEONE BEFORE KNOWING THEM, RIGHT?
After some first aid, some fresh clothes-a nun's habit- and a haircut, Iilana looked human-if not, hilarious. But that was better than only wearing a robe. Playing with her hair, she told the men her history....
7 year old Anna Valerious swung on a swing specially designed by her late grand-uncle Tobias.
"Anna? Anna!"
Anna swiftly leapt off the swing like an acrobat and ran to the source of the voice. It was 5 year old Iilana, who adored her older cousin greatly. She usually had a smile on her face, but today...Iilana looked so very sad. Anna knew why. Just recently, her mother and father had their necks torn out by Dracula's minions. And she had found their bodies. The others held a meeting and wondered what to do with her. Then, one of Anna's favorite aunts, Aunt Lamia decided to send the child-in secret- to an old friend Ohki Tsekuo-a ninja of feudal Japan.
"I'll be leaving in a week."
"I'll miss you."
"So will I."
11 YEARS LATER...
On board a ship called FAIRFAX, headed for Romania, 18 year old Iilana silently grieved for her late master in her cabin. He had committed seppuku after her fellow disciples were caught and executed by the government. She wiped the tears away fiercely. She was going home-she shouldn't be unhappy! All of a sudden, her cabin was rocked by an oncoming storm. She was the sole survivor, saved by hanging onto a piece of driftwood. She was swept ashore , along with two katanas, upon a beautiful island. To her alarm, she saw it surrounded by wild animals-only to be reassured when a lion 'kissed' her hand. She realised it was as docile as a pet.
"Be off with you, Leo! Leave my guest alone!"
Iilana turned around and saw a beautiful woman clad in a fine toga, jewellery all over her.
"I am Circe, welcome to my island. Where are my manners? You must be tired, thirsty and hungry all at once. Come. Follow me."
And Iilana followed, as if in a trance.
Clothed in a simple tunic, Iilana lay on silk sheets and pillows while sipping fine wine. She was in Heaven. Circe watched her, smiling sweetly. Too sweetly. Suddenly, the goblet fell upon the floor. Ililana choked. It was poisoned.
"Why do you think there were so many wild animals out there?"
Circe asked, smiling cruelly. She enjoyed watching the girl in pain. Then, to her surprise, Iilanan drew a katana despite the pain and struck at Circe. Circe conjurred several images of herself. All sneered,
"Find me if you can."
Several years of training kicked in. Concentrating hard, she aimed for the third one of the left- Circe was in shock-and amazement. Pushing her aside, she conjured a goblet with white liquid.
"Drink."
"Never."
"It will restore you, I swear."
Taking it, she drank it. And threw up a black substance.
Circe helped her up.
"You have won my respect. Come, sit down to a true feast."
"Release the others first."
"I cannot. They have stayed as animals for too long. If I return them into human form-they will behave like animals."
Silence fell. Sitting down, she looked up at Iilana and smiled.
"Let's start again. I'm Circe."
"Iilana."
"She was unpredictable-like the wind. Sometimes kind, sometimes cruel. Especially when she made me like her-a demoness...."
Two years Iilana had stayed with Circe. They were like sisters. One night, however, as Iilana slept, Circe pressed an amulet to her forehead.Pain awokened the girl. Chanting Greek words of alchemy, Iilanan felt as if she was in Hell. Yanking the amulet away, Circe watched as Iilana tore at her dress in a frenzy. Her teeth grew long and sharp, her naked skin ripped off to become leathery dark skin-and two wings-long and black, followed suit.
You betrayed me!
Circe smiled sadly as she conjoured chains out of the floor to bound Iilana down. Iilana bared her teeth at her.
"3 years later, I had enough. So I escaped-and this is where I found you."
"When you transform...does it hurt?"
asked Carl meekly.
"Everytime."
Was her currt reply.
"Sorry-
"Forget it, Friar."
"Carl."
She turned to Gabriel.
"You game to resurrect her?"
Silence.
"Well?"
"I'm game."
After some first aid, some fresh clothes-a nun's habit- and a haircut, Iilana looked human-if not, hilarious. But that was better than only wearing a robe. Playing with her hair, she told the men her history....
7 year old Anna Valerious swung on a swing specially designed by her late grand-uncle Tobias.
"Anna? Anna!"
Anna swiftly leapt off the swing like an acrobat and ran to the source of the voice. It was 5 year old Iilana, who adored her older cousin greatly. She usually had a smile on her face, but today...Iilana looked so very sad. Anna knew why. Just recently, her mother and father had their necks torn out by Dracula's minions. And she had found their bodies. The others held a meeting and wondered what to do with her. Then, one of Anna's favorite aunts, Aunt Lamia decided to send the child-in secret- to an old friend Ohki Tsekuo-a ninja of feudal Japan.
"I'll be leaving in a week."
"I'll miss you."
"So will I."
11 YEARS LATER...
On board a ship called FAIRFAX, headed for Romania, 18 year old Iilana silently grieved for her late master in her cabin. He had committed seppuku after her fellow disciples were caught and executed by the government. She wiped the tears away fiercely. She was going home-she shouldn't be unhappy! All of a sudden, her cabin was rocked by an oncoming storm. She was the sole survivor, saved by hanging onto a piece of driftwood. She was swept ashore , along with two katanas, upon a beautiful island. To her alarm, she saw it surrounded by wild animals-only to be reassured when a lion 'kissed' her hand. She realised it was as docile as a pet.
"Be off with you, Leo! Leave my guest alone!"
Iilana turned around and saw a beautiful woman clad in a fine toga, jewellery all over her.
"I am Circe, welcome to my island. Where are my manners? You must be tired, thirsty and hungry all at once. Come. Follow me."
And Iilana followed, as if in a trance.
Clothed in a simple tunic, Iilana lay on silk sheets and pillows while sipping fine wine. She was in Heaven. Circe watched her, smiling sweetly. Too sweetly. Suddenly, the goblet fell upon the floor. Ililana choked. It was poisoned.
"Why do you think there were so many wild animals out there?"
Circe asked, smiling cruelly. She enjoyed watching the girl in pain. Then, to her surprise, Iilanan drew a katana despite the pain and struck at Circe. Circe conjurred several images of herself. All sneered,
"Find me if you can."
Several years of training kicked in. Concentrating hard, she aimed for the third one of the left- Circe was in shock-and amazement. Pushing her aside, she conjured a goblet with white liquid.
"Drink."
"Never."
"It will restore you, I swear."
Taking it, she drank it. And threw up a black substance.
Circe helped her up.
"You have won my respect. Come, sit down to a true feast."
"Release the others first."
"I cannot. They have stayed as animals for too long. If I return them into human form-they will behave like animals."
Silence fell. Sitting down, she looked up at Iilana and smiled.
"Let's start again. I'm Circe."
"Iilana."
"She was unpredictable-like the wind. Sometimes kind, sometimes cruel. Especially when she made me like her-a demoness...."
Two years Iilana had stayed with Circe. They were like sisters. One night, however, as Iilana slept, Circe pressed an amulet to her forehead.Pain awokened the girl. Chanting Greek words of alchemy, Iilanan felt as if she was in Hell. Yanking the amulet away, Circe watched as Iilana tore at her dress in a frenzy. Her teeth grew long and sharp, her naked skin ripped off to become leathery dark skin-and two wings-long and black, followed suit.
You betrayed me!
Circe smiled sadly as she conjoured chains out of the floor to bound Iilana down. Iilana bared her teeth at her.
"3 years later, I had enough. So I escaped-and this is where I found you."
"When you transform...does it hurt?"
asked Carl meekly.
"Everytime."
Was her currt reply.
"Sorry-
"Forget it, Friar."
"Carl."
She turned to Gabriel.
"You game to resurrect her?"
Silence.
"Well?"
"I'm game."