Chapter Three
By: (guess who)-gasp- Muslima (The one and only!)
Zakyu: Thank Allah! [God]
Muslima: WHAT WAS THAT! (pots and pans, again!)[Zakyu: Mercy!]
Reader: Can we get on with the story?
Zakyu: YES! Yeah! The story, lets get on with the story!
Muslima: The disclaimer Zakyu? [a raging fire in her eye]
Zakyu: Disclaimer: OK! WE DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!!!! CAN I MAKE IT ANY clearer? PROBABLY NOT! TAMORA PIERCE OWNS PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING! PLUS WE ARE NOT MAKING ANY DINARS (money) OFF OF THIS SO BASICALY YOU COULDN'T SUE US EVEN IF YOU WANTED TO! (looks at Muslima) That was pretty good, no? (accent)
Muslima: (Looks very proud) Me rubbing off on you, no? (accent) [Zakyu runs off crying and screaming]
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Tris turned around. A old man grinned at her with his surprisingly shinny teeth. A child gave a the man a copper flint. "Thank you for the good story," said the five-year-old dressed in rags. The boy than ran to his mother, proud chin up.
The man was dressed in a cloak, in way it made sense, the cold wind coming off from the sea made the city very cool however just the same the man looked macabre. He had a large patch on his eye and a scar that trailed from under it. There was another scar on his cheek, that side of his face looked mutilated; he was burnt badly. Tris wondered what had happened to give him such injuries.
"You don't see that everyday, them manners." The man said getting up from the crate box where he was first seating. Tris just nodded. He then with his cane he wobbled behind his stall. His stand was filled with magniked things; this man was not just a storyteller but a fortuneteller. Something told Tris this man was not all he seemed. His voice was strong and somewhat vaguely familiar. Tris presumed it came with the turf being a storyteller. "Interesting."
"What?" asked Tris. A blush stained her cheeks she had realized she was starring at the items. They were blazing with magic. She just broke a rule, never let the merchant know you are pleased with what you see.
"You see magic don't you?"
"How-"
"I see magic too." The man pointed to his eye. "I am the one who made the items you see on my stall." The pleasant smile looked alien on his unattractive face. "You are welcome to look."
That made sense, a merchant always wanted people to 'look' so they would be tempted to buy. Tris looked around, she saw no harm; it was Briar who had the money so she couldn't buy anything even if she wanted too. Tris spotted something, magic wise it was the brightest object in the whole stall. Yet, there was something odd about. It was painted in a sparkly, luminous black goo; something inside of her said it didn't look dry. She didn't dare touch it, it seemed forbidding yet tempting. Tris pushed her glasses up. "What is this?" she asked pointing to the object. The man came over. He didn't praise her, just genuinely looked at her than the item with his gray-blue eyes.
"It's called Eclipse." Tris nodded, the name suited the item since a crescent moon with half of a face was overlapping a sun with rays which was the other half of the face. The mouth was curved as a slight frown. The moon and sun each had one eye. Both were closed. They gave her an uneasy filling as if it was watching her through those eyelids. Something flashed; Deja vu. Tris blinked her eyes and backed away from it, clearly unsettled by this object. For a moment she thought she saw a third eye on the forehead open.
"Did you make it?" she asked trying to sound normal. This eerie object might have unnerved her but there was something alluring about it.
The man shook his head. "No, it's one of the few that aren't. But it has a story."
"Oh really?" Tris eyed the man that was slightly taller than her own five feet and four and a half inches. "And I supposed you know it?"
"Wouldn't brag about if I didn't," the man said truthfully, "but I wouldn't tell y' for free." Tris sighed everyone has a price, she thought. "However..." The man said slowly with a thoughtful look on his face, "I'll gave y' a reading for free." He said it as if he was doing her a favor. He was quite convincing, a fool would think it was a favor. Tris knew his ambition; he wanted her to come back. A merchant always sensed when a customer was about to leave.
Tris saw something from the corner of her eye, "Briar...?"she breathed. For a moment she thought she had saw his olive skin and his jet black hair in the bustling crowd.
She turned back to the old man. "You won't forget that free reading?"
"Promise," The man said flashing that odd grin.Tris lifted one of her thin auburn eyebrows, not convince. "I promise! As my honor as a merchant." The man said as he drew the circle on his chest with his warped hands. Tris turned and headed toward the crowd, she would see how good was his honor was.
Where was that boy? She tried to use a mind call but it didn't work. She thought she saw his head somewhere here...
Something or someone hurdle her against a wall in a nearby alley.
Then ruff, callused hands gripped Tris's arms. Her heart skipped a beat-- thieves. "Look what we got here," A young man with sharp, harsh eyes starred her down, making her feel smaller and more insignificant.
"Give us what you have," said a shorter boy pointing a dagger at her.
"I have nothing," she croaked.
"Umm....that's to bad them we'll just have to settle for what you DO have." The dagger was pointed closer at her.
"Ah, scared we are," said the taller one he put a strain on 'scared' his not so good teeth showing. That made Tris angry. She wasn't about to let this man think of her 'scared'.
"Not as scared of you, Jackal, as much as your mouth!" Tris retorted trying to surface her fear with courage at the same time she tried to get out of the man's grasp. Both failed. The man's smile stopped short. He grabbed her hair hurtfully.
Oh no Tris thought desperately. A harsh gust of wind pushed both boys into the wall. She started to run.
"Oh no you don't!" An arm griped itself around her waist and roughly pulled her. She tried to get out but she couldn't. She felt hallow. Tears were threatening her eyes. And then it stopped.
"Get your hands off of her." Spoke a voice between clutched teeth.
The arm immediately dropped. Tris held her breath feeling numb. She didn't need it turn around to see who it was. Briar was holding a knife at the taller boy. Then when she was out of his grasp Briar hit the boy with the hilt of his knife at the temple and the boy dropped unconscious. (The other boy ran away).
"Tris are-," Briar didn't finish his sentence.
"Oh Briar," she couldn't help but have tears run down her cheeks. Briar put an arm around her. He felt...warm and protecting. He smelled of earth, musk and fresh grass. It seemed ironic that he was the one that hated bathing.
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"Sandry."
"Sandry?" Sandry eyes flashed open. "Sandry are you OK?"
Sandry looked around warily. "Yes. Yes, I am fine." Her eyes drooped.
"Are you sure?" asked a soft voice, it was Lark. "You l-look..."
"-Like shit." Finished Rosethorn. Lark just gave Rosethorn a look too worried about Sandry to say much of anything.
"Your feverish." Lark said. Droplets of sweat beaded Sandry's forehead. Sandry didn't reply she was asleep looking a little pale. "That's enough work for you." Lark said to herself as she picked up Sandry's limp body.
"I'll get some green tea."(My mom drinks that suff.) said Rosethorn already hoping on one foot to the kitchen.
Lark put Sandry on her bed. Sandry tried to say something but Lark stopped her, "Shush, now it'll be OK."
Her head was pounding. "Niko.." Mumbled Sandry not really knowing what she uttered. That vision it was so clear! "Niko...no!" ~Niko walked into a building. A tried worried look on his face. He smoothed his mustache.~ Sandry's vision was cut off. She saw a piece of thread the same color of Niko's magic in her head. It was sliced and a black goo was all over it. Dreadfully, she knew what it was. Sandry fought to help it, but she knew she was to late....
Lark looked at Sandry even now more worried. Sandry had worked for the pass four days on making bandages but she didn't know Sandry was getting sick! Lark put a cold cloth to Sandry's forehead.
"What's wrong?" asked Rosethorn with the tea in hand. Good thing Sandry's room was on the bottom floor.
"She thinks I'm Niko." Lark said trying to keep her voice even.
"Let me feel her forehead." Rosethorn hopped to Sandry and put her hand on her forehead. "Whoa! She's hot," Rosethorn looked at Sandry's breathing; just a little shaky "however it's just one of those temporal fevers." She said reassuringly. Lark nodded, and put the tea to Sandry's mouth. At least a little weight was off her shoulders.
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RESPONDS TO REVIEWS
Clearbrook~ WOW! You make me feel so GREAT! Gliniel~ Thank you! I so trying ot make a cliffhanger, I'm glad I succeed! Storm Mage~ You must really hate Niko, you want me to kill him out already!j/k ^_^ scythegirl~ You got the idea! To tell the truth I'm not a fluffy I just hope I'm doing a good job. As for the stone thing I meant steel, oh well I'll fix when I have some time. Lady Dee~ Thank U!!!!!!!!!!!*_* Lady Dee Krazy Kitty~ ^________________^ Me feel Good!!
Muslima: What are you doing here, Zakyu? (I thought I forgot you)
Zakyu: Well my Mom and Dad really liked each other so they-
Muslima: ZAKYU!!!! (pots and pans again!)
By: (guess who)-gasp- Muslima (The one and only!)
Zakyu: Thank Allah! [God]
Muslima: WHAT WAS THAT! (pots and pans, again!)[Zakyu: Mercy!]
Reader: Can we get on with the story?
Zakyu: YES! Yeah! The story, lets get on with the story!
Muslima: The disclaimer Zakyu? [a raging fire in her eye]
Zakyu: Disclaimer: OK! WE DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!!!! CAN I MAKE IT ANY clearer? PROBABLY NOT! TAMORA PIERCE OWNS PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING! PLUS WE ARE NOT MAKING ANY DINARS (money) OFF OF THIS SO BASICALY YOU COULDN'T SUE US EVEN IF YOU WANTED TO! (looks at Muslima) That was pretty good, no? (accent)
Muslima: (Looks very proud) Me rubbing off on you, no? (accent) [Zakyu runs off crying and screaming]
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Tris turned around. A old man grinned at her with his surprisingly shinny teeth. A child gave a the man a copper flint. "Thank you for the good story," said the five-year-old dressed in rags. The boy than ran to his mother, proud chin up.
The man was dressed in a cloak, in way it made sense, the cold wind coming off from the sea made the city very cool however just the same the man looked macabre. He had a large patch on his eye and a scar that trailed from under it. There was another scar on his cheek, that side of his face looked mutilated; he was burnt badly. Tris wondered what had happened to give him such injuries.
"You don't see that everyday, them manners." The man said getting up from the crate box where he was first seating. Tris just nodded. He then with his cane he wobbled behind his stall. His stand was filled with magniked things; this man was not just a storyteller but a fortuneteller. Something told Tris this man was not all he seemed. His voice was strong and somewhat vaguely familiar. Tris presumed it came with the turf being a storyteller. "Interesting."
"What?" asked Tris. A blush stained her cheeks she had realized she was starring at the items. They were blazing with magic. She just broke a rule, never let the merchant know you are pleased with what you see.
"You see magic don't you?"
"How-"
"I see magic too." The man pointed to his eye. "I am the one who made the items you see on my stall." The pleasant smile looked alien on his unattractive face. "You are welcome to look."
That made sense, a merchant always wanted people to 'look' so they would be tempted to buy. Tris looked around, she saw no harm; it was Briar who had the money so she couldn't buy anything even if she wanted too. Tris spotted something, magic wise it was the brightest object in the whole stall. Yet, there was something odd about. It was painted in a sparkly, luminous black goo; something inside of her said it didn't look dry. She didn't dare touch it, it seemed forbidding yet tempting. Tris pushed her glasses up. "What is this?" she asked pointing to the object. The man came over. He didn't praise her, just genuinely looked at her than the item with his gray-blue eyes.
"It's called Eclipse." Tris nodded, the name suited the item since a crescent moon with half of a face was overlapping a sun with rays which was the other half of the face. The mouth was curved as a slight frown. The moon and sun each had one eye. Both were closed. They gave her an uneasy filling as if it was watching her through those eyelids. Something flashed; Deja vu. Tris blinked her eyes and backed away from it, clearly unsettled by this object. For a moment she thought she saw a third eye on the forehead open.
"Did you make it?" she asked trying to sound normal. This eerie object might have unnerved her but there was something alluring about it.
The man shook his head. "No, it's one of the few that aren't. But it has a story."
"Oh really?" Tris eyed the man that was slightly taller than her own five feet and four and a half inches. "And I supposed you know it?"
"Wouldn't brag about if I didn't," the man said truthfully, "but I wouldn't tell y' for free." Tris sighed everyone has a price, she thought. "However..." The man said slowly with a thoughtful look on his face, "I'll gave y' a reading for free." He said it as if he was doing her a favor. He was quite convincing, a fool would think it was a favor. Tris knew his ambition; he wanted her to come back. A merchant always sensed when a customer was about to leave.
Tris saw something from the corner of her eye, "Briar...?"she breathed. For a moment she thought she had saw his olive skin and his jet black hair in the bustling crowd.
She turned back to the old man. "You won't forget that free reading?"
"Promise," The man said flashing that odd grin.Tris lifted one of her thin auburn eyebrows, not convince. "I promise! As my honor as a merchant." The man said as he drew the circle on his chest with his warped hands. Tris turned and headed toward the crowd, she would see how good was his honor was.
Where was that boy? She tried to use a mind call but it didn't work. She thought she saw his head somewhere here...
Something or someone hurdle her against a wall in a nearby alley.
Then ruff, callused hands gripped Tris's arms. Her heart skipped a beat-- thieves. "Look what we got here," A young man with sharp, harsh eyes starred her down, making her feel smaller and more insignificant.
"Give us what you have," said a shorter boy pointing a dagger at her.
"I have nothing," she croaked.
"Umm....that's to bad them we'll just have to settle for what you DO have." The dagger was pointed closer at her.
"Ah, scared we are," said the taller one he put a strain on 'scared' his not so good teeth showing. That made Tris angry. She wasn't about to let this man think of her 'scared'.
"Not as scared of you, Jackal, as much as your mouth!" Tris retorted trying to surface her fear with courage at the same time she tried to get out of the man's grasp. Both failed. The man's smile stopped short. He grabbed her hair hurtfully.
Oh no Tris thought desperately. A harsh gust of wind pushed both boys into the wall. She started to run.
"Oh no you don't!" An arm griped itself around her waist and roughly pulled her. She tried to get out but she couldn't. She felt hallow. Tears were threatening her eyes. And then it stopped.
"Get your hands off of her." Spoke a voice between clutched teeth.
The arm immediately dropped. Tris held her breath feeling numb. She didn't need it turn around to see who it was. Briar was holding a knife at the taller boy. Then when she was out of his grasp Briar hit the boy with the hilt of his knife at the temple and the boy dropped unconscious. (The other boy ran away).
"Tris are-," Briar didn't finish his sentence.
"Oh Briar," she couldn't help but have tears run down her cheeks. Briar put an arm around her. He felt...warm and protecting. He smelled of earth, musk and fresh grass. It seemed ironic that he was the one that hated bathing.
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"Sandry."
"Sandry?" Sandry eyes flashed open. "Sandry are you OK?"
Sandry looked around warily. "Yes. Yes, I am fine." Her eyes drooped.
"Are you sure?" asked a soft voice, it was Lark. "You l-look..."
"-Like shit." Finished Rosethorn. Lark just gave Rosethorn a look too worried about Sandry to say much of anything.
"Your feverish." Lark said. Droplets of sweat beaded Sandry's forehead. Sandry didn't reply she was asleep looking a little pale. "That's enough work for you." Lark said to herself as she picked up Sandry's limp body.
"I'll get some green tea."(My mom drinks that suff.) said Rosethorn already hoping on one foot to the kitchen.
Lark put Sandry on her bed. Sandry tried to say something but Lark stopped her, "Shush, now it'll be OK."
Her head was pounding. "Niko.." Mumbled Sandry not really knowing what she uttered. That vision it was so clear! "Niko...no!" ~Niko walked into a building. A tried worried look on his face. He smoothed his mustache.~ Sandry's vision was cut off. She saw a piece of thread the same color of Niko's magic in her head. It was sliced and a black goo was all over it. Dreadfully, she knew what it was. Sandry fought to help it, but she knew she was to late....
Lark looked at Sandry even now more worried. Sandry had worked for the pass four days on making bandages but she didn't know Sandry was getting sick! Lark put a cold cloth to Sandry's forehead.
"What's wrong?" asked Rosethorn with the tea in hand. Good thing Sandry's room was on the bottom floor.
"She thinks I'm Niko." Lark said trying to keep her voice even.
"Let me feel her forehead." Rosethorn hopped to Sandry and put her hand on her forehead. "Whoa! She's hot," Rosethorn looked at Sandry's breathing; just a little shaky "however it's just one of those temporal fevers." She said reassuringly. Lark nodded, and put the tea to Sandry's mouth. At least a little weight was off her shoulders.
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RESPONDS TO REVIEWS
Clearbrook~ WOW! You make me feel so GREAT! Gliniel~ Thank you! I so trying ot make a cliffhanger, I'm glad I succeed! Storm Mage~ You must really hate Niko, you want me to kill him out already!j/k ^_^ scythegirl~ You got the idea! To tell the truth I'm not a fluffy I just hope I'm doing a good job. As for the stone thing I meant steel, oh well I'll fix when I have some time. Lady Dee~ Thank U!!!!!!!!!!!*_* Lady Dee Krazy Kitty~ ^________________^ Me feel Good!!
Muslima: What are you doing here, Zakyu? (I thought I forgot you)
Zakyu: Well my Mom and Dad really liked each other so they-
Muslima: ZAKYU!!!! (pots and pans again!)