Before you read this chapter, you might want to note that I got deadly
bored and sped up time a bit... Not a whole lot, just by ten days. I'm
mainly trying to make it through to April... *eyes glaze over at the glory of
what she was planned*
Authoress: *hums and ponders about a GWing/DK crossover*
Muse-San: *hits her over the head* No. ¬¬;
Thanks for reviewing...
Kat: Holy mother of pearl.
That was a long one. O_o;;
Right.*cracks knukles and begins typing* Poor Kat; Yes, I thank
you...Very much so, actually; Thank you for that LOVELY mental
image...Ick*imagines a plot bunny embreo and makes face*; Look
down*points* Mirkwood; Thanks; I hope to, yes; Now I did. Since you
sent it again, I mean; Ok; Yum. Yes he is. ^^ And so is Thats. And
possesed Rune; Of course it is. "What did she promise you, Rath?"*falls
over laughing*; I don't wonder...; *sweatdrop*; ...I don't want to know.
Seriously. I don't; And again, thank you.
Claire: You know...You review a lot. Seriously!*hugs* ^^ Here...I have
this huge lollypop...*gives a six inch tall and wide lollypop from Disney
World* Merry Christmas!
Lisa: You review a lot too!*hugs* I can give you something also...
Hmm...*snaps fingers* Here!*gives Hee-san's tank top* Mmm...Shirt! I
should give something to Kat too, huh...*sweatdrop* Ah...Kat!*gives
section of a demon newspaper about Nadil's revival and a good quality
cut of human flesh wrapped in newsprint*
***
November 19, Mirkwood
Quatre walked down the winding path in the forest of Mirkwood, not
fearing the huge trees towering over him or the shadows leaping out
from every corner.
His quiver slung over his shoulder and a bow was held loosely in his
hand. He wore a deep brown leather vest over his light cream tunic. The
material fluttered as he walked, it's long loose sleeves waving as he
strode through the woods.
He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, instead he was far off in
the reaches of his mind, thinking about the city Midii had mentioned and
the people who lived there.
Shades of green and brown lined both sides of the path, tall trees
compleatly blocking out the sky and creating a half-light on the forest
floor, as though it was dusk instead of early afternoon.
The poor lighing caused the elf to look even fairer than normal, his skin
appearing pale against the dark background surrounding him.
He walked down the path without paying attention, he knew the route by
memory; it wasn't far from his home to a large clearing in the center of
the forest, only a half hour's walk on a nice day.
Still lost in thought about Midii and her city, he barely noticed when he
reached the halfway mark; a tall oak tree, older than most of the other
trees lining the path and incredibly twisted. It's growth had been stunted
by some spontanious act of mother nature, causing it to grow to only
seven feet in hight.
As he passed by it's knotted trunk, moss growing up it's sides and
spreading branches reaching out from it, he thrust his memory of that day
his little sister first made contact through her dream to the front of his
mind, reliving all the moments and finetuning the details.
He was curious about it.
He wanted to know more, but she claimed that was all she has seen.
As he walked, he saw in his mind's eye a young elven girl, long blonde
hair streaming down her shoulders, sunlight glinting off her forest green
dress and shining in her golden hair.
She stepped out of the shadows of his vision, one hand by her side, the
other clutching a silverly chain hanging around her neck in a nervous
gesture.
She spoke, "I'm Midii. Midii Une."
After her intruduction, she stood still for a moment, before droping her
hand from her collar and taking a step forward.
She took a breath as if to say more, then flickered, and disappeared from
sight, vanishing into the mist.
This scene replayed itself numerous times in the young man's head, each
time as clear as the first, but never giving him any more insight into it's
hidden mysteries.
"Midii," He sighed under his breath, shaking his head in wonder.
She had spoken to a distant young man without a name.
He was to them, nameless.
No-name.
Úesse.
Her story had piqued his curiousity, and although he would not admit it to
her, nor to anyone else, her vision was the main reason he was training.
He wanted the chance to travel beyond his country's borders.
He wanted to see new things, to experiance something different.
And most of all...
He wanted to meet him.
The nameless man from his half-sister's dream.
***
Úesse: No-name, nameless
Please review as I live off your responses.
Really.
I do.
So don't deprive me of my source of joy.
Review.
bored and sped up time a bit... Not a whole lot, just by ten days. I'm
mainly trying to make it through to April... *eyes glaze over at the glory of
what she was planned*
Authoress: *hums and ponders about a GWing/DK crossover*
Muse-San: *hits her over the head* No. ¬¬;
Thanks for reviewing...
Kat: Holy mother of pearl.
That was a long one. O_o;;
Right.*cracks knukles and begins typing* Poor Kat; Yes, I thank
you...Very much so, actually; Thank you for that LOVELY mental
image...Ick*imagines a plot bunny embreo and makes face*; Look
down*points* Mirkwood; Thanks; I hope to, yes; Now I did. Since you
sent it again, I mean; Ok; Yum. Yes he is. ^^ And so is Thats. And
possesed Rune; Of course it is. "What did she promise you, Rath?"*falls
over laughing*; I don't wonder...; *sweatdrop*; ...I don't want to know.
Seriously. I don't; And again, thank you.
Claire: You know...You review a lot. Seriously!*hugs* ^^ Here...I have
this huge lollypop...*gives a six inch tall and wide lollypop from Disney
World* Merry Christmas!
Lisa: You review a lot too!*hugs* I can give you something also...
Hmm...*snaps fingers* Here!*gives Hee-san's tank top* Mmm...Shirt! I
should give something to Kat too, huh...*sweatdrop* Ah...Kat!*gives
section of a demon newspaper about Nadil's revival and a good quality
cut of human flesh wrapped in newsprint*
***
November 19, Mirkwood
Quatre walked down the winding path in the forest of Mirkwood, not
fearing the huge trees towering over him or the shadows leaping out
from every corner.
His quiver slung over his shoulder and a bow was held loosely in his
hand. He wore a deep brown leather vest over his light cream tunic. The
material fluttered as he walked, it's long loose sleeves waving as he
strode through the woods.
He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, instead he was far off in
the reaches of his mind, thinking about the city Midii had mentioned and
the people who lived there.
Shades of green and brown lined both sides of the path, tall trees
compleatly blocking out the sky and creating a half-light on the forest
floor, as though it was dusk instead of early afternoon.
The poor lighing caused the elf to look even fairer than normal, his skin
appearing pale against the dark background surrounding him.
He walked down the path without paying attention, he knew the route by
memory; it wasn't far from his home to a large clearing in the center of
the forest, only a half hour's walk on a nice day.
Still lost in thought about Midii and her city, he barely noticed when he
reached the halfway mark; a tall oak tree, older than most of the other
trees lining the path and incredibly twisted. It's growth had been stunted
by some spontanious act of mother nature, causing it to grow to only
seven feet in hight.
As he passed by it's knotted trunk, moss growing up it's sides and
spreading branches reaching out from it, he thrust his memory of that day
his little sister first made contact through her dream to the front of his
mind, reliving all the moments and finetuning the details.
He was curious about it.
He wanted to know more, but she claimed that was all she has seen.
As he walked, he saw in his mind's eye a young elven girl, long blonde
hair streaming down her shoulders, sunlight glinting off her forest green
dress and shining in her golden hair.
She stepped out of the shadows of his vision, one hand by her side, the
other clutching a silverly chain hanging around her neck in a nervous
gesture.
She spoke, "I'm Midii. Midii Une."
After her intruduction, she stood still for a moment, before droping her
hand from her collar and taking a step forward.
She took a breath as if to say more, then flickered, and disappeared from
sight, vanishing into the mist.
This scene replayed itself numerous times in the young man's head, each
time as clear as the first, but never giving him any more insight into it's
hidden mysteries.
"Midii," He sighed under his breath, shaking his head in wonder.
She had spoken to a distant young man without a name.
He was to them, nameless.
No-name.
Úesse.
Her story had piqued his curiousity, and although he would not admit it to
her, nor to anyone else, her vision was the main reason he was training.
He wanted the chance to travel beyond his country's borders.
He wanted to see new things, to experiance something different.
And most of all...
He wanted to meet him.
The nameless man from his half-sister's dream.
***
Úesse: No-name, nameless
Please review as I live off your responses.
Really.
I do.
So don't deprive me of my source of joy.
Review.