Muslima: Me again! ^_^ (*cricket sound*)
Zakyu: HAHAH....(LOLz)!
Muslima: [Bangs him with a pot therefore causing him to have brain damage and cracking his skull.] (He dies.) Muslima starts singing [if that's what you want to call it]: It's not my fault I'm so evil! It's society! Should we blame the media, the T.V. or the radio, HELL NO!! Blame-
Zakyu: [Can't die his my sidekick!] Pleaz be quite! (crying).
Muslima: thinking, 'wow I must be good!' OK do the disclaimer Zakyu.
Zakyu: THE CHARTERS BELONG TO TAMORA PIERCE!!! NOT US (or we would probably have some MOO-lah) SO BLAH, BLAH, BLAH! [ we don't own the songs...]
Muslima: (Wakka accent) Very good aye! [...or Wakka he belongs to SqaureSoft!]
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Chapter Two
"I wonder why Tris was so upset last night."
Daja had often start talking to herself when traveling to Frostpine's place, it was a habit. Daja had recalled how Tris's eyes had turned into a stony gray; it made shivers down her spine.
"There I go again comparing everything to metals, just like Frostpine." Frostpine had often caught her doing that saying, 'That's a mark of a MasterSmith.' But Tris's eyes really did look like stone.
Daja closed her eyes, face turned upward toward the sun, images running through her head. She wouldn't need to be afraid about tripping on a rock or anything, she knew every rock and piece of dirt on this route. She remembered how Tris started sparking up- she looked like in an overwhelming daze. She then after responding to Sandry, went straight to her room. When it was time to sleep, Tris aura was not... really there. For example, there was Daja's aura that brought warmth to the three of them. Instead Daja had felt Tris's aura go horribly wrong, her aura felt of discomfort and contemptible memories, not the refreshing, cleanness and coolness that her aura had often felt like. Sandry had also agreed with her at breakfast that she felt something was wrong. Tris wasn't even at breakfast, Lark had said she had eaten earlier and went to do Rosethorn's errands with Briar.
Daja opened her eyes. She looked at the note in her hand. Daja knew Frostpine wouldn't take her lack of punctuality well, so she had asked Lark to write an excuse:
Dear Frostpine,
You know very well Sandry and I are making bandages in result of the flood that has hit Florence, where Niko was sent to help. Daja was doing her chores as usual and afterward I had asked her to do a favor. I therefore had delayed her; it was not her fault. I hope you do not mind receiving her late.
Thank You, Your Friend Lark
Daja sighed. Lark's hand writing was perfect. Daja's was alright however, not nearly as nice as Lark's. Daja needed finger dextery and motor coordination; it was apart of being a MasterSmith. One needed those two as an aptitude in order to succeed. Daja looked up from the note she was near Frostpine's house. It was over the next hill. Daja always loved going to this section of land, she never knew what over the next hill. It was like adventure. Daja went to the shed where Frostpine did his smithwork and where Daja was given her lessons.
"Your late," said Frostpine holding tongs. Daja gave him the note. "Excuses." He grunted, his eyes betraying him; smiling with delight. Kirel came around and smiled, he pushed his blond hair out of his eyes with the back of his hand. Kirel was as skinny as a pole however, thanks to Frostpine, he had more muscles than anything else- except a heart.' Daja thought the last part to herself silently, trying to still her rushing heart.
"Start the fire. You know the procedure, Daja." Frostpine than smiled. His teeth looked so bright and white against his black skin and his shaggy, wild beard.
"Yes sir!"
Daja started the fire, ready to meditate with the other two. Waiting, Daja looked into the fire and saw something she shouldn't have seen.
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Tris, Earlier
Tris eyes flattered opened. Only when she felt something wrong did she ever wake up so fast. A light hit her eyes causing her winch; she put up her arm.
"About time you woke up. I was beginning to think your were died."
"At least I don't look like I'm died." Replied Tris automatically. She stopped rubbing her eyes and had to squint to see who it was. Her eyes widen. "Briar? How long have you been he-,"
He spoke accusingly, "Your door was locked and you wouldn't wake up to my mind calls you were blocking me." Briar had cut her off a little to fast, "So I remembered your window- most of the time you leave it unlocked." Tris guessed Briar was telling the truth, it wasn't as if any of the them ever did lock their windows. It was never needed. However, she didn't notice how he avoided her question. "Come on, you forget Rosethorn is your teacher now. We are going to the city today." He rise his lantern off Tris's face.
"But the sun hasn't risen even!" wined Tris.
"Coppercurls, stop complaining. Rosethorn says she won't be going, (because of her leg) we have to do errands, and then we must come back at noon at least." Tris looked at him, his was.. handsome. The way the light played on his olive-colored face and his light green eyes sparkled. It was the first time Tris realized it. She suddenly became self-concision but (tried) quickly dismissed it. We all have changed, Tris realized, a few years ago she would have been the one telling Briar to stop complaining. "Get dressed and fast, you females take to long looking at yourself." Grinned Briar showing he was teasing.
"You would know that better than I would." Replied Tris teasingly. She opened the door showing him out.
"Your eyes.." Briar said looking serious, "they resemble an OWL!" He tried to stop from laughing too loud.
"Out!" said Tris pointing her chin upward while pointing her finger at the exit, she couldn't help but have a small smile. She tried to keep to keep it in however, not only that but her blushing; Briar had seemed too close and serious at that moment. When Briar went Tris put on her glasses and looked at herself in the mirror with the remaining dim light. Needless to say she looked...Tris tried to find a word: horrible. Her red hair was RED and damp curls were tangled. Her face was pale and white. Not that it wasn't always like that. In a way Tris was happy Briar had woke her from her nightmares, she just wished he- cross that out, that NO ONE would see her in such a condition. She still had her dress from last night.
She undressed and put on a blue dress with a gray slash that brought out her eyes. The slash went around her less-than-perfect waist. Well, thought Tris, at least I have a waist. She took a brush a put it in hair (I never did say it went through!). She put on comfortable slippers and walked down stairs.
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Later, the edge of the city
Briar had been silence the whole time. Something must be on his mind, thought Tris. Tris was walking a few steps behind Briar. She wasn't use to walking so far. She thanked herself for taking a water bottle with her.
"We're almost there." Spoke Briar, he voice sounded low, husky and a little cracked from not talking. Tris looked up.
"Wow." Tris partially mouthed. In the middle of the city was a huge temple. It was by far the tallest structure in the city. The city was also a port; the water glittered in the sunlight. "What is it called?" She asked him.
"Blue Harbor."
They entered the city. It was filled with noises and spices of all kinds that made Tris more than once sneeze. However, cold seawater not yet warmed by the young sun blew threw the city giving her at least some relief. The city was so crowded; everyone was pushed against each other. Men selling common things would often mentally challenge each other ether trying to yell louder than the other or have better prices or deals than others. Men and women filled the noisy streets trying to get the best deals or bargains. The streets were filled with wondrous bright colors of all sorts dazzling the eye.
Briar reached for Tris's hand, it would be easy to get lost plus he believe he saw two nips who already cut a purse. But Tris's hand wasn't there, nor was she beside him.
"Coppercurls?" no answer.
"Tris?" Briar mind raced. He knew better than anyone did what could happen country girl in a city. Tris is not stupid, his mind tried reassure him. She probably just got lost in the crowd. Briar went to searched the crowd.
***
"Briar?" Tris's eyes scanned the crowd, nothing. Tris's felt an uneasiness in her stomach. She was lost, it was Briar who knew the ropes here. Tris waited on the side straining to hear her companies' voice.
"Lost Ma'am?" Tris turned around.
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Storm Mage~Thanks 4 reviewing and its alright.^_^!! SwEeTkIsSeS~ Wow! I am flattered, and don't worry I plan to write more! scythegirl~ Thanx U!!! Your SO SWEET! Veritas~ Thank you for the encouragement! ( Jishoshojo~ That means a lot to me! And YES that's the word. (I can't spell :D).
Muslima: Oh, I feel so special!*_*
Zakyu: That's because you are.
Muslima: Oh..Zakyu that's the nicest...
Zakyu: Yeah! Special ED!!
Muslima: Forget you!
Zakyu: HAHAH....(LOLz)!
Muslima: [Bangs him with a pot therefore causing him to have brain damage and cracking his skull.] (He dies.) Muslima starts singing [if that's what you want to call it]: It's not my fault I'm so evil! It's society! Should we blame the media, the T.V. or the radio, HELL NO!! Blame-
Zakyu: [Can't die his my sidekick!] Pleaz be quite! (crying).
Muslima: thinking, 'wow I must be good!' OK do the disclaimer Zakyu.
Zakyu: THE CHARTERS BELONG TO TAMORA PIERCE!!! NOT US (or we would probably have some MOO-lah) SO BLAH, BLAH, BLAH! [ we don't own the songs...]
Muslima: (Wakka accent) Very good aye! [...or Wakka he belongs to SqaureSoft!]
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Chapter Two
"I wonder why Tris was so upset last night."
Daja had often start talking to herself when traveling to Frostpine's place, it was a habit. Daja had recalled how Tris's eyes had turned into a stony gray; it made shivers down her spine.
"There I go again comparing everything to metals, just like Frostpine." Frostpine had often caught her doing that saying, 'That's a mark of a MasterSmith.' But Tris's eyes really did look like stone.
Daja closed her eyes, face turned upward toward the sun, images running through her head. She wouldn't need to be afraid about tripping on a rock or anything, she knew every rock and piece of dirt on this route. She remembered how Tris started sparking up- she looked like in an overwhelming daze. She then after responding to Sandry, went straight to her room. When it was time to sleep, Tris aura was not... really there. For example, there was Daja's aura that brought warmth to the three of them. Instead Daja had felt Tris's aura go horribly wrong, her aura felt of discomfort and contemptible memories, not the refreshing, cleanness and coolness that her aura had often felt like. Sandry had also agreed with her at breakfast that she felt something was wrong. Tris wasn't even at breakfast, Lark had said she had eaten earlier and went to do Rosethorn's errands with Briar.
Daja opened her eyes. She looked at the note in her hand. Daja knew Frostpine wouldn't take her lack of punctuality well, so she had asked Lark to write an excuse:
Dear Frostpine,
You know very well Sandry and I are making bandages in result of the flood that has hit Florence, where Niko was sent to help. Daja was doing her chores as usual and afterward I had asked her to do a favor. I therefore had delayed her; it was not her fault. I hope you do not mind receiving her late.
Thank You, Your Friend Lark
Daja sighed. Lark's hand writing was perfect. Daja's was alright however, not nearly as nice as Lark's. Daja needed finger dextery and motor coordination; it was apart of being a MasterSmith. One needed those two as an aptitude in order to succeed. Daja looked up from the note she was near Frostpine's house. It was over the next hill. Daja always loved going to this section of land, she never knew what over the next hill. It was like adventure. Daja went to the shed where Frostpine did his smithwork and where Daja was given her lessons.
"Your late," said Frostpine holding tongs. Daja gave him the note. "Excuses." He grunted, his eyes betraying him; smiling with delight. Kirel came around and smiled, he pushed his blond hair out of his eyes with the back of his hand. Kirel was as skinny as a pole however, thanks to Frostpine, he had more muscles than anything else- except a heart.' Daja thought the last part to herself silently, trying to still her rushing heart.
"Start the fire. You know the procedure, Daja." Frostpine than smiled. His teeth looked so bright and white against his black skin and his shaggy, wild beard.
"Yes sir!"
Daja started the fire, ready to meditate with the other two. Waiting, Daja looked into the fire and saw something she shouldn't have seen.
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Tris, Earlier
Tris eyes flattered opened. Only when she felt something wrong did she ever wake up so fast. A light hit her eyes causing her winch; she put up her arm.
"About time you woke up. I was beginning to think your were died."
"At least I don't look like I'm died." Replied Tris automatically. She stopped rubbing her eyes and had to squint to see who it was. Her eyes widen. "Briar? How long have you been he-,"
He spoke accusingly, "Your door was locked and you wouldn't wake up to my mind calls you were blocking me." Briar had cut her off a little to fast, "So I remembered your window- most of the time you leave it unlocked." Tris guessed Briar was telling the truth, it wasn't as if any of the them ever did lock their windows. It was never needed. However, she didn't notice how he avoided her question. "Come on, you forget Rosethorn is your teacher now. We are going to the city today." He rise his lantern off Tris's face.
"But the sun hasn't risen even!" wined Tris.
"Coppercurls, stop complaining. Rosethorn says she won't be going, (because of her leg) we have to do errands, and then we must come back at noon at least." Tris looked at him, his was.. handsome. The way the light played on his olive-colored face and his light green eyes sparkled. It was the first time Tris realized it. She suddenly became self-concision but (tried) quickly dismissed it. We all have changed, Tris realized, a few years ago she would have been the one telling Briar to stop complaining. "Get dressed and fast, you females take to long looking at yourself." Grinned Briar showing he was teasing.
"You would know that better than I would." Replied Tris teasingly. She opened the door showing him out.
"Your eyes.." Briar said looking serious, "they resemble an OWL!" He tried to stop from laughing too loud.
"Out!" said Tris pointing her chin upward while pointing her finger at the exit, she couldn't help but have a small smile. She tried to keep to keep it in however, not only that but her blushing; Briar had seemed too close and serious at that moment. When Briar went Tris put on her glasses and looked at herself in the mirror with the remaining dim light. Needless to say she looked...Tris tried to find a word: horrible. Her red hair was RED and damp curls were tangled. Her face was pale and white. Not that it wasn't always like that. In a way Tris was happy Briar had woke her from her nightmares, she just wished he- cross that out, that NO ONE would see her in such a condition. She still had her dress from last night.
She undressed and put on a blue dress with a gray slash that brought out her eyes. The slash went around her less-than-perfect waist. Well, thought Tris, at least I have a waist. She took a brush a put it in hair (I never did say it went through!). She put on comfortable slippers and walked down stairs.
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Later, the edge of the city
Briar had been silence the whole time. Something must be on his mind, thought Tris. Tris was walking a few steps behind Briar. She wasn't use to walking so far. She thanked herself for taking a water bottle with her.
"We're almost there." Spoke Briar, he voice sounded low, husky and a little cracked from not talking. Tris looked up.
"Wow." Tris partially mouthed. In the middle of the city was a huge temple. It was by far the tallest structure in the city. The city was also a port; the water glittered in the sunlight. "What is it called?" She asked him.
"Blue Harbor."
They entered the city. It was filled with noises and spices of all kinds that made Tris more than once sneeze. However, cold seawater not yet warmed by the young sun blew threw the city giving her at least some relief. The city was so crowded; everyone was pushed against each other. Men selling common things would often mentally challenge each other ether trying to yell louder than the other or have better prices or deals than others. Men and women filled the noisy streets trying to get the best deals or bargains. The streets were filled with wondrous bright colors of all sorts dazzling the eye.
Briar reached for Tris's hand, it would be easy to get lost plus he believe he saw two nips who already cut a purse. But Tris's hand wasn't there, nor was she beside him.
"Coppercurls?" no answer.
"Tris?" Briar mind raced. He knew better than anyone did what could happen country girl in a city. Tris is not stupid, his mind tried reassure him. She probably just got lost in the crowd. Briar went to searched the crowd.
***
"Briar?" Tris's eyes scanned the crowd, nothing. Tris's felt an uneasiness in her stomach. She was lost, it was Briar who knew the ropes here. Tris waited on the side straining to hear her companies' voice.
"Lost Ma'am?" Tris turned around.
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RESPONDS TO REVIEWS
Storm Mage~Thanks 4 reviewing and its alright.^_^!! SwEeTkIsSeS~ Wow! I am flattered, and don't worry I plan to write more! scythegirl~ Thanx U!!! Your SO SWEET! Veritas~ Thank you for the encouragement! ( Jishoshojo~ That means a lot to me! And YES that's the word. (I can't spell :D).
Muslima: Oh, I feel so special!*_*
Zakyu: That's because you are.
Muslima: Oh..Zakyu that's the nicest...
Zakyu: Yeah! Special ED!!
Muslima: Forget you!