A/N This is the last chapter, and for some reason I am happy. I didn't
really like this fic as much as my others. I liked writing A Thief's Life
and Song of a Shadow more. I really don't get it.
Also, I am proud to say my brother has joined ff.net. His username is grubswiper (sounds like him...) and he has one story up. It's a Redwall story, though, and he doesn't read Circle of Magic, so it's not like you would care, unless you read both. Oh well, on with the ficcy!
Also, in the last chapter, I referred to tomatoes as vegetables. huge blush I feel stupid.
The last chapter is kind depressing, cause you all know what happens if you've read any of the books. Hopefully you have. Just keep reading!
(Chapter Four: Rain and Tears)
Tris was waken up roughly by Cousin Uraelle shaking her shoulders. "Get up, you! Time to make breakfast."
Tris rolled over. She was sleepy because of last night's events, and wasn't fully aware of what was going on. "Whatimeisit?" she asked inarticulately.
"What, girl? Speak clearly!" snapped Uraelle.
"I said, what time is it?" retorted Tris irritably.
"Nearly dawn. Get up!"
Tris slowly got up from her cot, limbs aching for some reason, and her head was pounding. It must be getting up in the middle of the night and being zapped by a tree, she thought with grim humor.
(Later that day...)
Tris had exactly six coins in her hands, and intended to use it on what her cousin ordered, though she hated listening to Uraelle. She only did so because without Uraelle, she would no longer have a home.
She arrived at market, and immediately, strode to the fruit seller. In his display, a pile of apples was hidden behind a slab of rock standing up.
"Sir, how much are those?" she asked, pointing.
"Er, they aren't for sale, er, ma'am." (A/N What else could you call her? 'Little girl'? Not likely.)
Tris snorted, then replied, "And why not?"
The shopkeeper was not the brightest man around. He scratched his chin thoughtfully, then said, "Well, I'm not supposed to sell them yet... they aren't to their ripest content yet..."
Tris grabbed three from behind the slab of rock and said, "Three apples for two coppers because they are not ripe yet, deal?" She held out the coppers.
The shopkeeper eagerly snatched them up. "Deal!" He handed her a paper bag to put the apples in.
Tris carefully put the fruit in the bag and walked towards the next stall, once again in her element.
(Later that day...)
Tris was washing the dishes and looking outside when she heard a growl of thunder in the distance, followed by a flash of lightning.
"Ahh!" shrieked the easy frightened Uraelle. "Oh, I absolutely hate this weather!"
'Actually,' Tris thought privatly in her mind, 'I rather like it.'
Another rumble sounded out. Uraelle heard a crash from outside an snapped to no one in particular, "Blast it! That was probably my expensive vase!"
Tris snorted. Why leave a glass vase outside in a thunderstorn? The wind could easily blow it over in a pinch. She scrubbed a plate and rinsed it, and then heard another shriek from her cousin.
"That's it! I'm bringing in all my things from outside, and see if I don't!" Uraelle stalked outside, the rain from outside blowing fiercly in, showering Tris with rainwater.
A flash of lightning exploded not to far from where Tris was. She peered out the familiar window, and saw Uraelle grabbing the broken vase.
Memories of being yelled at by that same person, insulted, called an idiot or stupid came into the front of Tris's mind. She pushed them away, but remembered a particularly hurtful one.
Flashback
Tris was reading in her corner when Uraelle came home from the market, a bag clasped in her hands. She set it down on the table, and Tris rose, curious what was in it. The girl came up to the bag and touched it.
Amber powder spilled out, and Tris yelped and jumped back. Uraelle turned and saw the tipped out residue. She snarled at Tris, who had backed away, "You stupid and insolent fool, that was the most expensive ginger I could find! It cost four silver coins!" She continued yelling at Tris, cursing her name and stupidness.
Tris cowered in the corner, hating every moment...
End Flashback
Suddenly, a rush of anger flowed out of Tris. She focused on Uraelle, pouring it all out onto her tormentor, when a bolt of lightning struck her cousin.
Tris stared in rage at her cousin, who had cried out one last time before frying to death.
(A week later, at Uraelle's Funeral)
Only a few close friends of Uraelle came, but they did not really care about her, only her money. Later, they discovered Uraelle had written in her will that she had made up a few years earlier that it would go to her grave, not her so called friends.
Tris sat crying in her chair at the funeral. Not for Uraelle. Secretly, she thought that it was her who killed Uraelle, not the lightning bolt. But that was her secret, and she would keep it for as long as she lived.
(End Story)
A/N Well, that's another fic!
Also, I'm going on vacation for about 12 days, that nearly two weeks, so yeah, there will be no updates. Sorry! Or as the Japanese say, gomen. I picked that up from another author on ff.net.
I hope you liked this story, and please review!
Tris: You spilled my secret! braids start to rise
Shadowsong: ducks sparks SORRY!!!! But it's just a fanfic, it never happened!
Briar: She didn't insult me in my fanfiction.
Shadowsong: gets zapped Ouch. Oh well, see you all next ficcy!
Briar Tris: Oo
Shadowsong: What? -Shadowsong CometShard StarGlaive
Also, I am proud to say my brother has joined ff.net. His username is grubswiper (sounds like him...) and he has one story up. It's a Redwall story, though, and he doesn't read Circle of Magic, so it's not like you would care, unless you read both. Oh well, on with the ficcy!
Also, in the last chapter, I referred to tomatoes as vegetables. huge blush I feel stupid.
The last chapter is kind depressing, cause you all know what happens if you've read any of the books. Hopefully you have. Just keep reading!
(Chapter Four: Rain and Tears)
Tris was waken up roughly by Cousin Uraelle shaking her shoulders. "Get up, you! Time to make breakfast."
Tris rolled over. She was sleepy because of last night's events, and wasn't fully aware of what was going on. "Whatimeisit?" she asked inarticulately.
"What, girl? Speak clearly!" snapped Uraelle.
"I said, what time is it?" retorted Tris irritably.
"Nearly dawn. Get up!"
Tris slowly got up from her cot, limbs aching for some reason, and her head was pounding. It must be getting up in the middle of the night and being zapped by a tree, she thought with grim humor.
(Later that day...)
Tris had exactly six coins in her hands, and intended to use it on what her cousin ordered, though she hated listening to Uraelle. She only did so because without Uraelle, she would no longer have a home.
She arrived at market, and immediately, strode to the fruit seller. In his display, a pile of apples was hidden behind a slab of rock standing up.
"Sir, how much are those?" she asked, pointing.
"Er, they aren't for sale, er, ma'am." (A/N What else could you call her? 'Little girl'? Not likely.)
Tris snorted, then replied, "And why not?"
The shopkeeper was not the brightest man around. He scratched his chin thoughtfully, then said, "Well, I'm not supposed to sell them yet... they aren't to their ripest content yet..."
Tris grabbed three from behind the slab of rock and said, "Three apples for two coppers because they are not ripe yet, deal?" She held out the coppers.
The shopkeeper eagerly snatched them up. "Deal!" He handed her a paper bag to put the apples in.
Tris carefully put the fruit in the bag and walked towards the next stall, once again in her element.
(Later that day...)
Tris was washing the dishes and looking outside when she heard a growl of thunder in the distance, followed by a flash of lightning.
"Ahh!" shrieked the easy frightened Uraelle. "Oh, I absolutely hate this weather!"
'Actually,' Tris thought privatly in her mind, 'I rather like it.'
Another rumble sounded out. Uraelle heard a crash from outside an snapped to no one in particular, "Blast it! That was probably my expensive vase!"
Tris snorted. Why leave a glass vase outside in a thunderstorn? The wind could easily blow it over in a pinch. She scrubbed a plate and rinsed it, and then heard another shriek from her cousin.
"That's it! I'm bringing in all my things from outside, and see if I don't!" Uraelle stalked outside, the rain from outside blowing fiercly in, showering Tris with rainwater.
A flash of lightning exploded not to far from where Tris was. She peered out the familiar window, and saw Uraelle grabbing the broken vase.
Memories of being yelled at by that same person, insulted, called an idiot or stupid came into the front of Tris's mind. She pushed them away, but remembered a particularly hurtful one.
Flashback
Tris was reading in her corner when Uraelle came home from the market, a bag clasped in her hands. She set it down on the table, and Tris rose, curious what was in it. The girl came up to the bag and touched it.
Amber powder spilled out, and Tris yelped and jumped back. Uraelle turned and saw the tipped out residue. She snarled at Tris, who had backed away, "You stupid and insolent fool, that was the most expensive ginger I could find! It cost four silver coins!" She continued yelling at Tris, cursing her name and stupidness.
Tris cowered in the corner, hating every moment...
End Flashback
Suddenly, a rush of anger flowed out of Tris. She focused on Uraelle, pouring it all out onto her tormentor, when a bolt of lightning struck her cousin.
Tris stared in rage at her cousin, who had cried out one last time before frying to death.
(A week later, at Uraelle's Funeral)
Only a few close friends of Uraelle came, but they did not really care about her, only her money. Later, they discovered Uraelle had written in her will that she had made up a few years earlier that it would go to her grave, not her so called friends.
Tris sat crying in her chair at the funeral. Not for Uraelle. Secretly, she thought that it was her who killed Uraelle, not the lightning bolt. But that was her secret, and she would keep it for as long as she lived.
(End Story)
A/N Well, that's another fic!
Also, I'm going on vacation for about 12 days, that nearly two weeks, so yeah, there will be no updates. Sorry! Or as the Japanese say, gomen. I picked that up from another author on ff.net.
I hope you liked this story, and please review!
Tris: You spilled my secret! braids start to rise
Shadowsong: ducks sparks SORRY!!!! But it's just a fanfic, it never happened!
Briar: She didn't insult me in my fanfiction.
Shadowsong: gets zapped Ouch. Oh well, see you all next ficcy!
Briar Tris: Oo
Shadowsong: What? -Shadowsong CometShard StarGlaive