Chapter 4
By: Muslima
Muslima: I'm hungry!
Zakyu: I'm Zakyu!
Muslima: That'sth noth vath I vent! (German accent) [That's not what I meant!]
Zakyu: You have sad issues.
Muslima: That's what makes me unique! =D
Zakyu: Umm....unique huh? If that's what you want to call it.
Muslima: Zakyu just do the disclaimer!
Zakyu: EVERYTHING BELONGES TO TAMORA PIERCE!!! WE ARE NOT MAKING ANY RUPEE (yet another currency) SO BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! WE OWN NOTHING, but the story line.
Muslima: On with the story!
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Tris and Briar were polishing the floor on their hands and knees, a punishment from Rosethorn for coming back home so late.
"But it's our free time now," protested Briar.
"You seemed to spent it while doing errands," Rosethorn retorted as she threw a cloth into his face and another into Tris's hands. "The fish is probably gone bad too." She said grumpily as she went off to put it in the coldbox. Tris hoped Rosethorn wasn't being serious they had went all that trouble just to get the finest fish in the south seas. Briar 'humph!' and Tris did as she was told knowing better to define Rosethorn. And that was that.
"I don't get it," Briar said frustrated, victoriously scrubbing the floor, "it wasn't as if we came that late. It's just turned afternoon!"
Tris wasn't paying any attention. She was disappointed. She couldn't find the old man but it wasn't as if she searched the city up and down. Briar had said they would be late so they left in a hurry. She was caught up in her own world when Briar interrupted her thoughts.
"What are you thinking about, a boy?" he asked as he smiled, he was in a teasing mood again.
"What's your problem?" she snapped.
Briar blinked, surprised "I don't know," he scuffed "I could ask YOU the same thing."
Tris looked away and bit her lip, "Sorry," She said scornfully inside feeling guilty. Briar looked at her with a look which said "What's wrong with you?" but she returned it with a glare, which spoke pretty much for itself. Briar knowing Tris didn't say anything and backed away, he knew she didn't like to be open with her feels.
Putting that aside Briar started to think [surprising isn't it? J/K] The earth kept giving him some vibe. It was scared. Maybe that's why him, Lark, Rosethorn and any other 'earth' person were acting irritable. "They are scared," Lark had told him, "that the earth is scared. There with be an eclipse." Everyone knew eclipses were bad things. "It is when the sun, moon and most of all earth is in pain," Rosethorn taught him. Briar shuddered, would there really be an eclipse? The others spoke as if they didn't really know. He deiced he would ask Coppercurls about it later, maybe she knew about it after all she was a weather witch. Maybe that's what she was acting so irritable. What was he saying? Coppercurls always had a short temper.
"What are you thinking about?" Asked Tris curiously.
"Nothing," replied Briar starry-eyed.
"Figures," said Tris as pushed her glasses up her nose. When she realized he wasn't going to reply with some witty comment she gave him a puzzled look. "What's wrong with you?"
"It's just.... I met this girl."
"Oh," She squeezed the cloth tightly.
He continued, "And when I'm around her....never mind!" He went back to scrubbing the floor even harder.
Tris felt a speck of envy; Tris gave her stubborn face that was like her stubborn hair that kept getting redder each day. "You'll never know her if you have that attitude!" She proclaimed. She had been with Sandry too long. Sandry was the sunshine and everyone knew Tris liked cloudy days
Briar spoke seriously, a glint in his eye. "I don't need advice from a girl who hasn't even had her first kiss yet."
Tris mistook his words. "What's that suppose to mean?" she asked defensively as she threw her cloth in his face.
"Flirting yet again?" Asked Daja, stepping in.
"If you can call insulting flirting." Tris said clearly offended. Daja smiled.
"But you're so easy to anger!" Briar said smiling "So, Daja you came back early from forge?" he asked changing the subject.
Daja looked at him with tried eyes. "It's been a long day." She said closing the subject. "Well I came to free you two," she said in a breath, "Rosethorn says an half a hour of work was enough good for you two."
"Where's Sandry?" asked Tris.
For a moment Tris thought she saw a flicker of distress on Daja's face but it was gone so fast she wasn't sure she saw it, she kept it to herself. "She's taking a nap or at least that's that Lark said." Replied Daja. Tris nodded, she felt it too. Sandry was very tried and...troubled? Tris sighed. Whatever it was Sandry needed some rest. She had been working hard the pass few days.
"I think I need a nap." Daja said to the both of them in general. Briar ran outside. Daja for a moment looked as if she was going to say something but thought better of it. Good, thought Tris. She had a feeling Daja going to ask her, but she was in no mood to explain why she was acting the way she did last night.
Tris decided she would take a walk, as she was going through the gate she heard a whimpering sound and turned around. It was Little Bear. Once was a cute helpless puppy was now a brown, longhaired, healthy, medium-sized dog.
Tris's first friends were animals so she knew what that kind of whimper meant. She bend down on her knees and took him by the muzzle, softly. "Umm...." she examined him. She found it. A tick in his ear. The bug was pulp with blood. Tris shuddered she hated the sight of blood, even thinking about it made her spine feel like steel. She quickly dismayed the feeling and took the bug out of the poor creature's ear.
The dog licked her happily thankful for taking it out of his ear. "OK! OK," her stern voice broke into laughter. The dog stopped deciding not to push his luck; Tris was not the one who enjoyed being dirty. What is wrong with me? Tris asked herself when she stopped laughing and looked into the dogs puzzled eyes.
Flashback~
"What?" she asked. It was the night Tris came back. Afterward Tris and Sandry were in the kitchen cleaning.
"You seem happier." Sandry spoke lightly and then turned away.
*End of Flashback*
"I guess I am happier." She looked into the dog's unknowing eyes. "Well!" She said getting up, "I guess you will want to come with me for a walk?" If 'walk' was the only word Little Bear knew it was the only word needed to keep him happy.
Tris walked down the path to the beach, Little Bear at her heels. Since it was almost Midsummer's Day the gates were opened. When they got on the rocky beach Tris climbed on huge rocks as Little Bear ran back and forth from the waves testing it. When she climbed up on top of the largest rock she settled herself down and breathed in the salty air as sea gulls overhead "Gaak," and flew away. Tris smiled, it was a cloudy and windy day the way she felt now, sappy. The dog continued to nip at the waves and running back as if the waves chased him. Wiry red curls flow in the air.
"Tawas said Nikka couldn't make it," Oh great thought Tris, more stupid conversions.
Than the wind shifted, carrying another conversion, "Crane is moody today." Tris frown, Crane was always moody. It must be a male Earth dedicate she thought.
"Why wouldn't he be? An eclipse is coming," remarked an airy voice. An eclipse? Now? Tris was puzzled. Random eclipses were dangerous; necromancers did terrible magic during those times. The next that eclipse SHOULD come was due in 21 years.
"You mean those rumor's are true?!" the wind shifted. Frustrated, Tris thought about what she heard. The wind to seem shift every minute, it seem restless and distressed. How could she have missed it?
The Hub then chimed, it was time to go back to the cottage.
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RESPONDS TO REVIEWS
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THANK YOU ALL SSSOOO MUCH!!!!
Clearbrook~ I don't know why you flatter me when your ten times better writer then me.^-^ Your so nice! Raal the Sword Master~ LOLz! You just want me to tell you the whole story, uh? And I am glad that you think Zakyu smashing my ego into thousands of pieces is funny!j/k =] Gliniel~ Don't worry you didn't scare me! ^O^ The only one am scared of is Zakyu (and what's in that thing he calls a brain)! Z: I heard that! Krazy Kitty~ Thank You! You made my ego ten times bigger! Thank you so much for that heart warming review!^__^ Storm Mage~ You liked it?! Yeah!!! Oh and I liked your story! When I have time, I will see if you have some more. Scythegirl~ Don't worry your not stupid! LOLz! I hope I didn't confuse you or anyone in this or any other chapter. morgaine~ I'm so happy you enjoy it I guess it means I'm doing right!!! I am really sorry I haven't been able to see what you have written yet, insh-Allah (God willing [Hey! it sounds a lot better than hopefully]) I will get to it! Till than thank you 4 reviewing!!! (And I hope you have or did get to Ch.3)
Muslima: Sorry for taking a long time on this chapter. I was writing my other fic! Don't forget to check it out!
Zakyu: I checked it out!
Muslima: ?
Zakyu: Yeah! Off my list!
Muslima: Are you saying I'm a bad writer?
Zakyu: No. (Muslima smiles) I'm trying to say your TERRIBLE writer.
Muslima: I feel so much BETTER!!! 8) [Runs chasing Zakyu around with pots and pans]
By: Muslima
Muslima: I'm hungry!
Zakyu: I'm Zakyu!
Muslima: That'sth noth vath I vent! (German accent) [That's not what I meant!]
Zakyu: You have sad issues.
Muslima: That's what makes me unique! =D
Zakyu: Umm....unique huh? If that's what you want to call it.
Muslima: Zakyu just do the disclaimer!
Zakyu: EVERYTHING BELONGES TO TAMORA PIERCE!!! WE ARE NOT MAKING ANY RUPEE (yet another currency) SO BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! WE OWN NOTHING, but the story line.
Muslima: On with the story!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tris and Briar were polishing the floor on their hands and knees, a punishment from Rosethorn for coming back home so late.
"But it's our free time now," protested Briar.
"You seemed to spent it while doing errands," Rosethorn retorted as she threw a cloth into his face and another into Tris's hands. "The fish is probably gone bad too." She said grumpily as she went off to put it in the coldbox. Tris hoped Rosethorn wasn't being serious they had went all that trouble just to get the finest fish in the south seas. Briar 'humph!' and Tris did as she was told knowing better to define Rosethorn. And that was that.
"I don't get it," Briar said frustrated, victoriously scrubbing the floor, "it wasn't as if we came that late. It's just turned afternoon!"
Tris wasn't paying any attention. She was disappointed. She couldn't find the old man but it wasn't as if she searched the city up and down. Briar had said they would be late so they left in a hurry. She was caught up in her own world when Briar interrupted her thoughts.
"What are you thinking about, a boy?" he asked as he smiled, he was in a teasing mood again.
"What's your problem?" she snapped.
Briar blinked, surprised "I don't know," he scuffed "I could ask YOU the same thing."
Tris looked away and bit her lip, "Sorry," She said scornfully inside feeling guilty. Briar looked at her with a look which said "What's wrong with you?" but she returned it with a glare, which spoke pretty much for itself. Briar knowing Tris didn't say anything and backed away, he knew she didn't like to be open with her feels.
Putting that aside Briar started to think [surprising isn't it? J/K] The earth kept giving him some vibe. It was scared. Maybe that's why him, Lark, Rosethorn and any other 'earth' person were acting irritable. "They are scared," Lark had told him, "that the earth is scared. There with be an eclipse." Everyone knew eclipses were bad things. "It is when the sun, moon and most of all earth is in pain," Rosethorn taught him. Briar shuddered, would there really be an eclipse? The others spoke as if they didn't really know. He deiced he would ask Coppercurls about it later, maybe she knew about it after all she was a weather witch. Maybe that's what she was acting so irritable. What was he saying? Coppercurls always had a short temper.
"What are you thinking about?" Asked Tris curiously.
"Nothing," replied Briar starry-eyed.
"Figures," said Tris as pushed her glasses up her nose. When she realized he wasn't going to reply with some witty comment she gave him a puzzled look. "What's wrong with you?"
"It's just.... I met this girl."
"Oh," She squeezed the cloth tightly.
He continued, "And when I'm around her....never mind!" He went back to scrubbing the floor even harder.
Tris felt a speck of envy; Tris gave her stubborn face that was like her stubborn hair that kept getting redder each day. "You'll never know her if you have that attitude!" She proclaimed. She had been with Sandry too long. Sandry was the sunshine and everyone knew Tris liked cloudy days
Briar spoke seriously, a glint in his eye. "I don't need advice from a girl who hasn't even had her first kiss yet."
Tris mistook his words. "What's that suppose to mean?" she asked defensively as she threw her cloth in his face.
"Flirting yet again?" Asked Daja, stepping in.
"If you can call insulting flirting." Tris said clearly offended. Daja smiled.
"But you're so easy to anger!" Briar said smiling "So, Daja you came back early from forge?" he asked changing the subject.
Daja looked at him with tried eyes. "It's been a long day." She said closing the subject. "Well I came to free you two," she said in a breath, "Rosethorn says an half a hour of work was enough good for you two."
"Where's Sandry?" asked Tris.
For a moment Tris thought she saw a flicker of distress on Daja's face but it was gone so fast she wasn't sure she saw it, she kept it to herself. "She's taking a nap or at least that's that Lark said." Replied Daja. Tris nodded, she felt it too. Sandry was very tried and...troubled? Tris sighed. Whatever it was Sandry needed some rest. She had been working hard the pass few days.
"I think I need a nap." Daja said to the both of them in general. Briar ran outside. Daja for a moment looked as if she was going to say something but thought better of it. Good, thought Tris. She had a feeling Daja going to ask her, but she was in no mood to explain why she was acting the way she did last night.
Tris decided she would take a walk, as she was going through the gate she heard a whimpering sound and turned around. It was Little Bear. Once was a cute helpless puppy was now a brown, longhaired, healthy, medium-sized dog.
Tris's first friends were animals so she knew what that kind of whimper meant. She bend down on her knees and took him by the muzzle, softly. "Umm...." she examined him. She found it. A tick in his ear. The bug was pulp with blood. Tris shuddered she hated the sight of blood, even thinking about it made her spine feel like steel. She quickly dismayed the feeling and took the bug out of the poor creature's ear.
The dog licked her happily thankful for taking it out of his ear. "OK! OK," her stern voice broke into laughter. The dog stopped deciding not to push his luck; Tris was not the one who enjoyed being dirty. What is wrong with me? Tris asked herself when she stopped laughing and looked into the dogs puzzled eyes.
Flashback~
"What?" she asked. It was the night Tris came back. Afterward Tris and Sandry were in the kitchen cleaning.
"You seem happier." Sandry spoke lightly and then turned away.
*End of Flashback*
"I guess I am happier." She looked into the dog's unknowing eyes. "Well!" She said getting up, "I guess you will want to come with me for a walk?" If 'walk' was the only word Little Bear knew it was the only word needed to keep him happy.
Tris walked down the path to the beach, Little Bear at her heels. Since it was almost Midsummer's Day the gates were opened. When they got on the rocky beach Tris climbed on huge rocks as Little Bear ran back and forth from the waves testing it. When she climbed up on top of the largest rock she settled herself down and breathed in the salty air as sea gulls overhead "Gaak," and flew away. Tris smiled, it was a cloudy and windy day the way she felt now, sappy. The dog continued to nip at the waves and running back as if the waves chased him. Wiry red curls flow in the air.
"Tawas said Nikka couldn't make it," Oh great thought Tris, more stupid conversions.
Than the wind shifted, carrying another conversion, "Crane is moody today." Tris frown, Crane was always moody. It must be a male Earth dedicate she thought.
"Why wouldn't he be? An eclipse is coming," remarked an airy voice. An eclipse? Now? Tris was puzzled. Random eclipses were dangerous; necromancers did terrible magic during those times. The next that eclipse SHOULD come was due in 21 years.
"You mean those rumor's are true?!" the wind shifted. Frustrated, Tris thought about what she heard. The wind to seem shift every minute, it seem restless and distressed. How could she have missed it?
The Hub then chimed, it was time to go back to the cottage.
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RESPONDS TO REVIEWS
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THANK YOU ALL SSSOOO MUCH!!!!
Clearbrook~ I don't know why you flatter me when your ten times better writer then me.^-^ Your so nice! Raal the Sword Master~ LOLz! You just want me to tell you the whole story, uh? And I am glad that you think Zakyu smashing my ego into thousands of pieces is funny!j/k =] Gliniel~ Don't worry you didn't scare me! ^O^ The only one am scared of is Zakyu (and what's in that thing he calls a brain)! Z: I heard that! Krazy Kitty~ Thank You! You made my ego ten times bigger! Thank you so much for that heart warming review!^__^ Storm Mage~ You liked it?! Yeah!!! Oh and I liked your story! When I have time, I will see if you have some more. Scythegirl~ Don't worry your not stupid! LOLz! I hope I didn't confuse you or anyone in this or any other chapter. morgaine~ I'm so happy you enjoy it I guess it means I'm doing right!!! I am really sorry I haven't been able to see what you have written yet, insh-Allah (God willing [Hey! it sounds a lot better than hopefully]) I will get to it! Till than thank you 4 reviewing!!! (And I hope you have or did get to Ch.3)
Muslima: Sorry for taking a long time on this chapter. I was writing my other fic! Don't forget to check it out!
Zakyu: I checked it out!
Muslima: ?
Zakyu: Yeah! Off my list!
Muslima: Are you saying I'm a bad writer?
Zakyu: No. (Muslima smiles) I'm trying to say your TERRIBLE writer.
Muslima: I feel so much BETTER!!! 8) [Runs chasing Zakyu around with pots and pans]