:looks around: WHAT THE HELL IS MAKING THAT BEEPING
NOISE?!:freaking out:
...Sorry.
Kat: Thanks for posting that last chapter for me!! And sorry, but this isn't
a Mirkwood chapter. See you... Kinda soon!(And you are actually here
with me... but...)
Ed: OO Go Ein. Yes, I admit it. I'm doing it on purpose. V.V It's fun... But
ok. This chapter will be free of suspense! ...Or as free as I can get it.
Claire: :gives cookie: DANCE LIKE A MAD WOMAN!!!
Disclaimer: I≠owner of Gundam Wing and the Lord of the Rings
November 24, Minas Tirith
:::
It was a hot and still moonless night, clouds just beginning to waft over
from the east, a humid breeze pushing them across the night sky.
It was a night very different from one a mere four days ago.
Different... And yet strangely similar.
"Solo?" Cathy stopped running, her light brown hair hanging limply in the
sudden intense heat that had swept over their country.
Thin cream skirts brushed against the backs of her legs as they kept
moving for a moment after she stopped.
She muttered a harsh curse to the humidity and heat under her breath,
reaching up with her right hand and wiping a bead of perspiration from
her forehead.
Catherine looked around her, her vision knocking on the darkened door of
the night, pleading for per mission to enter.
Her auburn brown hair hung in limp ringlets around white-clad shoulders.
A long silken nightdress covered her body, drifting down past her legs to
play about her ankles and bare feet.
She was standing on the sixth level of the great fortress called Minas
Tirith, looking about her, peering into the dim shadows cast by buildings
and stalls.
"Solo?" She called again, softly padding down the hard road near the
main per mission to enter to the city.
"Solo, where did you go?"
She wrapped her arms around her slim body, not from cold, but from
instinct. It was a dark night and she was wandering through the
shadows and dimly lit streets all alone, with no one to distract her from
the eerie sensation of shining red eyes watching her from the corners of
the darkness.
A shiver ran down her back, a strange sensation since she was still
sweating from the heat.
"Solo?" She repeated, much softer this time, standing still, a white-clad
figure in the center of a large cobblestone street, pale moonlight dancing
across her auburn locks.
A sudden rustle of clothing caught her attention, and as she turned to
look in the direction of the noise, a tall dark haired boy walked around a
corner, coming to a stop directly in front of her.
"Oh, good," She let out a sigh of breath, extremely relieved. About to say
more, her sense of pride kicked into action, reminding her that Catherine
Barton was not fearful of wandering through the darkness without a
companion or light.
"You idiot," She scolded, taking a step towards him, "I thought you said
you had something to show me?"
He nodded, grinning, his white teeth glinting as the clear starlight passed
over them.
"Yeah. I was just making sure she was still there. Come on, Cathy."
A large warm hand, slightly roughened from work and fighting grasped
her smaller one tightly, tugging her after him.
"Where are we going? And what do you mean?"
He gave no audible response, simply glancing over his shoulder at her
and motioning her to silence.
"Solo!" She gave an exasperated sigh, but lowered her voice just the
same, "Who is it?"
He suddenly pulled her to a halt.
"Shh, Cathy. Quiet."
They were standing next to a tall stone building, one that was long
deserted but that used to house civilians behind it's think walls.
Catherine bit back a question, holding it's pressing tension tightly behind
closed lips.
Solo motioned for her to follow him as he let go of her hand and slipped
silently around the corner, dark clothing effectively hiding him in the dimly
lit night.
Confusion written over her brow, Cathy followed him, white nightdress
rustling as it brushed over her body.
"Huh?" The word was softer than the sound of the solitary ash-gray
shadow slipping past above them.
She stepped around the corner and her eyes widened.
Directly in front of her was a small secluded grassy area, one that she
vaguely remembered from days long past. Memories of light skirts sliding
over small bodies lost deep in play, of shining daylight, and of nights
brightened with innumerable stars fluttered through her mind.
A low stone wall, forgotten by the majority of the population and the
sands of time stood in front of them. Beyond it was a small grassy mound,
green plants flourishing there, admix the rubble of a lost building and the
calm of an unblocked view to the sky.
Blue eyes shifted in a deep mixture of remembrance and confusion.
Directly in front of her was a young girl, face to the heavens.
"Solo?" She whispered, careful not to alert the other younger female to
her presence.
She knelt on the ground next to her companion.
"What... Is she doing?"
He raised a long hand, quietly pleading with her to be still.
In the small field, the figure stirred, slowly taking two steps forward,
away from the people behind her.
Catherine's eyes bore into her back.
There was something familiar about her...
The girl wasn't that young, she suddenly realized, just petite. She could
only be a year or two younger then her. Her slim figure was clad in a
deep blue dress, her short black hair brushing against the velvet
material covering her shoulders.
Solo tensed as she started to turn, pushing both himself and the young
woman with him to the ground.
The girl didn't see them, didn't fully turn around until they were both
hidden behind the stone wall, but was herself seen.
Clear blue eyes, tinted with a slight shading of gray allowed a flash of
astonishment to streak across them as they alighted on a pair of large
navy ones, the light of a silent wish enveloped deep within their clear
glossy coverings.
Cathy stared at Solo, a name forming on her lips.
He nodded.
The brown haired girl stared at him.
"Why?"
He grinned, placing a finger to his lips as his ears picked up on the sound
of the girl walking farther away from them, further out into the drifting
field of grass and small yellow flowers, each one a single delicate star,
lying in rest on the soft ground.
As she moved further away, he spoke in a soft fast whisper.
"Yes, it's Hilde. Why? I don't know; not exactly. Not yet. That's why we're
here. That's why I brought you here."
There was a long and pregnant pause before he spoke again.
"I think I'm about to win our bet."
A soft hand flew to a rosebud mouth, the shock of hearing words spoken
out loud overcoming the fact that Cathy had been anticipating something
like this since being woken up to a gentle tapping on her window by the
young man next to her.
A shiver of movement ran through the rooftops overhead, the lanterns of
the heavens illuminating the human shaped shadows below.
As both older teenagers shifted positions behind the wall, the younger
one standing just beyond it crossed her arms, wrapping them around her
body, and turned her elven face upwards once again.
An invisible sigh flew towards the sky, a wish gently cradled upon white
dove wings.
"I wish," It was a whispered murmur, a prayer too sacred to be said any
louder. A drop of blood from the innermost depths of a soul.
Hilde turned around in a slow circle, searching desperately for something of
great significance.
Everyone needs a wishing star.
Her arms fell down to her sides, head falling as well.
Now looking straight forward, she paused, then slowly walked away,
quickly reaching the stone wall on the other end of the field. She climbed
it and walked away, disappearing into the night.
"Well?" Solo stood up.
"I told you. Hah. You owe me money," He held out his hand expectantly.
Catherine stood up as well, shaking dirt off of her white skirts.
She looked at him, a sly smile playing around her fair face, framed by
curling locks of soft brown hair, "Actually, no I don't."
"Huh?" He blinked.
"First of all, that doesn't prove anything, and secondly," She grinned, "We
never bet on her. We bet on Duo."
A rustling darkness nearby sunk in on itself, a small figure hidden in the
shadows. A shadow hidden from the figures.
"Crap," Solo loudly swore, "You're right, Cathy."
He climbed over the short wall, strolling over the grass covered mounds
just beyond it.
"I know I am," She said, lifting her long skirts and following him.
Her white robe brushed against the tall emerald blades pushing up out of
the dry ground.
It was an odd scene.
Two young people, male and female, standing in the middle of a very
small patch of life in the near center of a stone city. Green swirling below
them and black above them, stars all around.
She sat down, her legs raised and slightly bent at the knee, arms straight
with hands pressed against the ground on either side of her body.
He turned around, looking at the smiling girl seated on the ground.
Taking a few steps, he stood next to her. Interlocking his hands and
placing them behind his head, he turned his face skywards, ignoring the
fast pounding of his heart.
"Solo?" Cathy asked, looking up at the young man standing next to her,
the black material of his pants almost brushing up against her face as she
twisted her neck to get a better view.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm?" He glanced down at her, "Not much. Nice night, huh?" He said,
not-so-subtly changing the subject.
Either she didn't notice or she didn't care.
"Yes," She looked up as well, "Beautiful. Look at all the stars."
He gave a sigh of wonder, "Yeah."
They stayed like that for a minute, perfectly still, before Solo broke the
spell of quiet.
He sat down, his dark hair falling in waves over his shoulders as he did
so, a pair of eyes lost deep in thought turned downwards.
"We should be going back soon."
Catherine nodded, loose curls bouncing, "Yes. We should. But it's so nice
out here, don't you think?"
He nodded as well,still staring at the ground.
"They'll be getting worried if they have found out."
"Yeah," She murmured.
"We'll get in trouble..." He trailed off, suddenly loosing his voice.
Not so far away anymore, a pewter gray shadow laughed to itself.
"Cathy?"
She straightened up, pulling away from him, "What is it?"
There was a pause.
"Nothing," Solo said, a patch of warmth still present on his arm and back.
A small section newly heated with the warmth which radiates from
another person's body.
He felt the heat move from his side to his face, and he jerked back as
well, quickly getting to his feet.
"Uh... We should go," He managed to get out, pushing the words out
through an uncooperative mouth and past a barrier of flushing rose skin.
"Yes," She said yet again, starting to stand as well.
"Here."
He extended his open hand to her, reaching out in an offer to be of help.
Cathy hesitated, her own hand resting in midair a mere inch away from
his. Then she took hold of it, their skin touching, and a light breeze
rushed along the ground, lifting the edge of her nightdress and toying
with both of their hair.
Solo gave a slight pull, lifting her to an upright position, and froze.
Catherine gave a nervous giggle.
When he had helped her up, he had been standing close enough to
where she planted her feet that...
The playful tug of the wind rushed by them again.
...There was a bare inch in-between their still bodies.
No one said anything.
No one moved.
No one dared to.
And then, hesitantly, hopefully, Solo Maxwell leaned forward, placing a
gentle chaste kiss on the moist lips of the girl standing before him, a
startled expression washing over her face.
"Solo..."
He pulled back, face a brilliant shade of crimson.
"What was...?"
"Oh, God," He said, quickly backing up, palms raised in front of him in a
gesture of surrender, "I'm so sorry. I-I don't... I don't know," He stopped
walking, tearing pain-filled dark eyes away from startled gray ones.
"I'm sorry. I'm just going... I'm just going to go now. Good night."
Turning around he quickly walked towards the low stone wall and jumped
over it, slowly vanishing into the dark of the late night.
Cathy took a step forward, one hand raised as if to grab onto the back of
his loose shirt, now far out of reach.
"Wait!..." She took another step forward, gaining courage as she saw him
stop and stand stock stiff, back stiff, body unmoving.
"Wait," She walked a few more feet towards him, eyes softening from
surprise to a cloudy mixture of confusion and acceptance.
He turned his head, slowly looking over his shadow draped body to look
her in the face.
Catherine spoke again, her voice not more than a whisper, not heard by
anyone besides the young man before her.
"There's nothing to forgive."
:::
Hilde popped her head up from behind the low stone wall on the opposite
side of the grassy field. She covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a
girlish giggle.
"Duo!" She half said, half whispered gleefully, "It worked!"
"I know it did," He said, emerging from the shadows on top an
abandoned merchants stall, "I'm right here. I can see them."
Hilde stood up, watching the talking figures of their older friends and
siblings more closely.
"I can't make out what they're saying, though."
"Yeah, me neither," Duo said, jumping off the roof and landing catlike
and silently on the ground.
"It did work though," He said, a tinge of pride in his voice, "I knew it
would. All we had to do was lure them here."
Hilde grinned at him, "They are so cute!"
The brown haired boy nodded, his long flowing braid bouncing behind him
as he did so.
"They're going now," He remarked, looking over at the other two people,
"We should be too."
She nodded, "We should. I'll see you in the morning?"
"Of course," Duo grinned, "I'll see you then."
He brushed past her, making his way through the shadows back to his
own home, hopefully to arrive there before his older brother discovered
that he was missing.
A final wave of his hand, and he was gone.
Hilde looked over her shoulder.
So were the other two.
She gave a quick glance back to where Duo had been, then climbed over
the stone wall, hopping off the top and landing in a small pool of life in
the middle of the large stone city. Her navy skirts trailed on the ground,
mixing with the light dust-like dirt and tall strands of vibrant grass.
It was still night time, and the stars shone clearly above her head.
She sat down in the center of the secluded patch and turned her face to
gaze upon the glowing orbs of light.
An invisible sigh flew towards the sky, a wish gently cradled upon white
dove wings.
"I wish," It was a whispered murmur, a prayer too sacred to be said any
louder. A drop of blood from the innermost depths of a soul.
Her eyes searched desperately among the thousand million white fiery
crystals, looking for one to call her own.
Everyone needs a wishing star.
:::
(a/n: Really sorry about the long wait. But... Uh... There's gonna be
another one. See, I'm going on a trip and won't be able to write. I'll get
something posted at the end of July, however. This story will just be on a
short break, I'll come back to it, no worries. I hope this chapter made up
for the break in-between updates. BTW, I have to give Elijah thanks for
Cathy's line to Solo, "There's nothing to forgive."
Oh, if this chapter's a bit messed, it's 'cause I was writing the second half
and trying to fix the first at nine on Sat. ... My plane takes off around
twelve that same day...)
NOISE?!:freaking out:
...Sorry.
Kat: Thanks for posting that last chapter for me!! And sorry, but this isn't
a Mirkwood chapter. See you... Kinda soon!(And you are actually here
with me... but...)
Ed: OO Go Ein. Yes, I admit it. I'm doing it on purpose. V.V It's fun... But
ok. This chapter will be free of suspense! ...Or as free as I can get it.
Claire: :gives cookie: DANCE LIKE A MAD WOMAN!!!
Disclaimer: I≠owner of Gundam Wing and the Lord of the Rings
November 24, Minas Tirith
:::
It was a hot and still moonless night, clouds just beginning to waft over
from the east, a humid breeze pushing them across the night sky.
It was a night very different from one a mere four days ago.
Different... And yet strangely similar.
"Solo?" Cathy stopped running, her light brown hair hanging limply in the
sudden intense heat that had swept over their country.
Thin cream skirts brushed against the backs of her legs as they kept
moving for a moment after she stopped.
She muttered a harsh curse to the humidity and heat under her breath,
reaching up with her right hand and wiping a bead of perspiration from
her forehead.
Catherine looked around her, her vision knocking on the darkened door of
the night, pleading for per mission to enter.
Her auburn brown hair hung in limp ringlets around white-clad shoulders.
A long silken nightdress covered her body, drifting down past her legs to
play about her ankles and bare feet.
She was standing on the sixth level of the great fortress called Minas
Tirith, looking about her, peering into the dim shadows cast by buildings
and stalls.
"Solo?" She called again, softly padding down the hard road near the
main per mission to enter to the city.
"Solo, where did you go?"
She wrapped her arms around her slim body, not from cold, but from
instinct. It was a dark night and she was wandering through the
shadows and dimly lit streets all alone, with no one to distract her from
the eerie sensation of shining red eyes watching her from the corners of
the darkness.
A shiver ran down her back, a strange sensation since she was still
sweating from the heat.
"Solo?" She repeated, much softer this time, standing still, a white-clad
figure in the center of a large cobblestone street, pale moonlight dancing
across her auburn locks.
A sudden rustle of clothing caught her attention, and as she turned to
look in the direction of the noise, a tall dark haired boy walked around a
corner, coming to a stop directly in front of her.
"Oh, good," She let out a sigh of breath, extremely relieved. About to say
more, her sense of pride kicked into action, reminding her that Catherine
Barton was not fearful of wandering through the darkness without a
companion or light.
"You idiot," She scolded, taking a step towards him, "I thought you said
you had something to show me?"
He nodded, grinning, his white teeth glinting as the clear starlight passed
over them.
"Yeah. I was just making sure she was still there. Come on, Cathy."
A large warm hand, slightly roughened from work and fighting grasped
her smaller one tightly, tugging her after him.
"Where are we going? And what do you mean?"
He gave no audible response, simply glancing over his shoulder at her
and motioning her to silence.
"Solo!" She gave an exasperated sigh, but lowered her voice just the
same, "Who is it?"
He suddenly pulled her to a halt.
"Shh, Cathy. Quiet."
They were standing next to a tall stone building, one that was long
deserted but that used to house civilians behind it's think walls.
Catherine bit back a question, holding it's pressing tension tightly behind
closed lips.
Solo motioned for her to follow him as he let go of her hand and slipped
silently around the corner, dark clothing effectively hiding him in the dimly
lit night.
Confusion written over her brow, Cathy followed him, white nightdress
rustling as it brushed over her body.
"Huh?" The word was softer than the sound of the solitary ash-gray
shadow slipping past above them.
She stepped around the corner and her eyes widened.
Directly in front of her was a small secluded grassy area, one that she
vaguely remembered from days long past. Memories of light skirts sliding
over small bodies lost deep in play, of shining daylight, and of nights
brightened with innumerable stars fluttered through her mind.
A low stone wall, forgotten by the majority of the population and the
sands of time stood in front of them. Beyond it was a small grassy mound,
green plants flourishing there, admix the rubble of a lost building and the
calm of an unblocked view to the sky.
Blue eyes shifted in a deep mixture of remembrance and confusion.
Directly in front of her was a young girl, face to the heavens.
"Solo?" She whispered, careful not to alert the other younger female to
her presence.
She knelt on the ground next to her companion.
"What... Is she doing?"
He raised a long hand, quietly pleading with her to be still.
In the small field, the figure stirred, slowly taking two steps forward,
away from the people behind her.
Catherine's eyes bore into her back.
There was something familiar about her...
The girl wasn't that young, she suddenly realized, just petite. She could
only be a year or two younger then her. Her slim figure was clad in a
deep blue dress, her short black hair brushing against the velvet
material covering her shoulders.
Solo tensed as she started to turn, pushing both himself and the young
woman with him to the ground.
The girl didn't see them, didn't fully turn around until they were both
hidden behind the stone wall, but was herself seen.
Clear blue eyes, tinted with a slight shading of gray allowed a flash of
astonishment to streak across them as they alighted on a pair of large
navy ones, the light of a silent wish enveloped deep within their clear
glossy coverings.
Cathy stared at Solo, a name forming on her lips.
He nodded.
The brown haired girl stared at him.
"Why?"
He grinned, placing a finger to his lips as his ears picked up on the sound
of the girl walking farther away from them, further out into the drifting
field of grass and small yellow flowers, each one a single delicate star,
lying in rest on the soft ground.
As she moved further away, he spoke in a soft fast whisper.
"Yes, it's Hilde. Why? I don't know; not exactly. Not yet. That's why we're
here. That's why I brought you here."
There was a long and pregnant pause before he spoke again.
"I think I'm about to win our bet."
A soft hand flew to a rosebud mouth, the shock of hearing words spoken
out loud overcoming the fact that Cathy had been anticipating something
like this since being woken up to a gentle tapping on her window by the
young man next to her.
A shiver of movement ran through the rooftops overhead, the lanterns of
the heavens illuminating the human shaped shadows below.
As both older teenagers shifted positions behind the wall, the younger
one standing just beyond it crossed her arms, wrapping them around her
body, and turned her elven face upwards once again.
An invisible sigh flew towards the sky, a wish gently cradled upon white
dove wings.
"I wish," It was a whispered murmur, a prayer too sacred to be said any
louder. A drop of blood from the innermost depths of a soul.
Hilde turned around in a slow circle, searching desperately for something of
great significance.
Everyone needs a wishing star.
Her arms fell down to her sides, head falling as well.
Now looking straight forward, she paused, then slowly walked away,
quickly reaching the stone wall on the other end of the field. She climbed
it and walked away, disappearing into the night.
"Well?" Solo stood up.
"I told you. Hah. You owe me money," He held out his hand expectantly.
Catherine stood up as well, shaking dirt off of her white skirts.
She looked at him, a sly smile playing around her fair face, framed by
curling locks of soft brown hair, "Actually, no I don't."
"Huh?" He blinked.
"First of all, that doesn't prove anything, and secondly," She grinned, "We
never bet on her. We bet on Duo."
A rustling darkness nearby sunk in on itself, a small figure hidden in the
shadows. A shadow hidden from the figures.
"Crap," Solo loudly swore, "You're right, Cathy."
He climbed over the short wall, strolling over the grass covered mounds
just beyond it.
"I know I am," She said, lifting her long skirts and following him.
Her white robe brushed against the tall emerald blades pushing up out of
the dry ground.
It was an odd scene.
Two young people, male and female, standing in the middle of a very
small patch of life in the near center of a stone city. Green swirling below
them and black above them, stars all around.
She sat down, her legs raised and slightly bent at the knee, arms straight
with hands pressed against the ground on either side of her body.
He turned around, looking at the smiling girl seated on the ground.
Taking a few steps, he stood next to her. Interlocking his hands and
placing them behind his head, he turned his face skywards, ignoring the
fast pounding of his heart.
"Solo?" Cathy asked, looking up at the young man standing next to her,
the black material of his pants almost brushing up against her face as she
twisted her neck to get a better view.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm?" He glanced down at her, "Not much. Nice night, huh?" He said,
not-so-subtly changing the subject.
Either she didn't notice or she didn't care.
"Yes," She looked up as well, "Beautiful. Look at all the stars."
He gave a sigh of wonder, "Yeah."
They stayed like that for a minute, perfectly still, before Solo broke the
spell of quiet.
He sat down, his dark hair falling in waves over his shoulders as he did
so, a pair of eyes lost deep in thought turned downwards.
"We should be going back soon."
Catherine nodded, loose curls bouncing, "Yes. We should. But it's so nice
out here, don't you think?"
He nodded as well,still staring at the ground.
"They'll be getting worried if they have found out."
"Yeah," She murmured.
"We'll get in trouble..." He trailed off, suddenly loosing his voice.
Not so far away anymore, a pewter gray shadow laughed to itself.
"Cathy?"
She straightened up, pulling away from him, "What is it?"
There was a pause.
"Nothing," Solo said, a patch of warmth still present on his arm and back.
A small section newly heated with the warmth which radiates from
another person's body.
He felt the heat move from his side to his face, and he jerked back as
well, quickly getting to his feet.
"Uh... We should go," He managed to get out, pushing the words out
through an uncooperative mouth and past a barrier of flushing rose skin.
"Yes," She said yet again, starting to stand as well.
"Here."
He extended his open hand to her, reaching out in an offer to be of help.
Cathy hesitated, her own hand resting in midair a mere inch away from
his. Then she took hold of it, their skin touching, and a light breeze
rushed along the ground, lifting the edge of her nightdress and toying
with both of their hair.
Solo gave a slight pull, lifting her to an upright position, and froze.
Catherine gave a nervous giggle.
When he had helped her up, he had been standing close enough to
where she planted her feet that...
The playful tug of the wind rushed by them again.
...There was a bare inch in-between their still bodies.
No one said anything.
No one moved.
No one dared to.
And then, hesitantly, hopefully, Solo Maxwell leaned forward, placing a
gentle chaste kiss on the moist lips of the girl standing before him, a
startled expression washing over her face.
"Solo..."
He pulled back, face a brilliant shade of crimson.
"What was...?"
"Oh, God," He said, quickly backing up, palms raised in front of him in a
gesture of surrender, "I'm so sorry. I-I don't... I don't know," He stopped
walking, tearing pain-filled dark eyes away from startled gray ones.
"I'm sorry. I'm just going... I'm just going to go now. Good night."
Turning around he quickly walked towards the low stone wall and jumped
over it, slowly vanishing into the dark of the late night.
Cathy took a step forward, one hand raised as if to grab onto the back of
his loose shirt, now far out of reach.
"Wait!..." She took another step forward, gaining courage as she saw him
stop and stand stock stiff, back stiff, body unmoving.
"Wait," She walked a few more feet towards him, eyes softening from
surprise to a cloudy mixture of confusion and acceptance.
He turned his head, slowly looking over his shadow draped body to look
her in the face.
Catherine spoke again, her voice not more than a whisper, not heard by
anyone besides the young man before her.
"There's nothing to forgive."
:::
Hilde popped her head up from behind the low stone wall on the opposite
side of the grassy field. She covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a
girlish giggle.
"Duo!" She half said, half whispered gleefully, "It worked!"
"I know it did," He said, emerging from the shadows on top an
abandoned merchants stall, "I'm right here. I can see them."
Hilde stood up, watching the talking figures of their older friends and
siblings more closely.
"I can't make out what they're saying, though."
"Yeah, me neither," Duo said, jumping off the roof and landing catlike
and silently on the ground.
"It did work though," He said, a tinge of pride in his voice, "I knew it
would. All we had to do was lure them here."
Hilde grinned at him, "They are so cute!"
The brown haired boy nodded, his long flowing braid bouncing behind him
as he did so.
"They're going now," He remarked, looking over at the other two people,
"We should be too."
She nodded, "We should. I'll see you in the morning?"
"Of course," Duo grinned, "I'll see you then."
He brushed past her, making his way through the shadows back to his
own home, hopefully to arrive there before his older brother discovered
that he was missing.
A final wave of his hand, and he was gone.
Hilde looked over her shoulder.
So were the other two.
She gave a quick glance back to where Duo had been, then climbed over
the stone wall, hopping off the top and landing in a small pool of life in
the middle of the large stone city. Her navy skirts trailed on the ground,
mixing with the light dust-like dirt and tall strands of vibrant grass.
It was still night time, and the stars shone clearly above her head.
She sat down in the center of the secluded patch and turned her face to
gaze upon the glowing orbs of light.
An invisible sigh flew towards the sky, a wish gently cradled upon white
dove wings.
"I wish," It was a whispered murmur, a prayer too sacred to be said any
louder. A drop of blood from the innermost depths of a soul.
Her eyes searched desperately among the thousand million white fiery
crystals, looking for one to call her own.
Everyone needs a wishing star.
:::
(a/n: Really sorry about the long wait. But... Uh... There's gonna be
another one. See, I'm going on a trip and won't be able to write. I'll get
something posted at the end of July, however. This story will just be on a
short break, I'll come back to it, no worries. I hope this chapter made up
for the break in-between updates. BTW, I have to give Elijah thanks for
Cathy's line to Solo, "There's nothing to forgive."
Oh, if this chapter's a bit messed, it's 'cause I was writing the second half
and trying to fix the first at nine on Sat. ... My plane takes off around
twelve that same day...)