Muslima: Oh, I hope I don't disappoint you in this Chapter.
Zakyu: Don't worry Muslima-
Muslima: Thanks-
Zakyu: Your always a disappointment.
Muslima: [Flares] Pots an' Pans!
Zakyu: ~_~; Mercy! Let's do the disclaimer shall we? WE OWN NOTHING (but the story line) TAMORA PIERCE OWNS THE CHRARCTERS AND BLAH (the setting)! YOU CAN'T SUE US BECAUSE WE ARE NOT MAKING ANY DOBRA(S), CFA FRNC(S), CONGOLESE FRAN(S), KWANZA(S), OR KWACHA(S) (money, money, money! Think of all the currencies you learn reading this crap!)
Muslima: 8O So it's crap now?!!!!!!
Died Niko: (got the face from scythegirl )U__U [their hopeless] Umm... this is going to take a long time, So I'm going to say: ON WITH THE STORY! =D I always wanted to do that!
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Chapter 7
"Niklaren Goldeneye is dead," he repeated, "he was murdered, his living quarters were ransacked and unmagic was everywhere-"
His voice quivered but Sandry's heart trembled; she heard nothing else.
Everything froze and Sandry remembered a dream that wasn't meant to be remembered;
*Dream*
Sandry tried to help the thread with all her might. It was saturated in the shadowy pool of darkness, void with emptiness, nothingness; it was almost EAGER in a sick way.
::Unmagic::
"No!" fought Sandry's will. Then a bright light came:
~The moon will face the sun...
Then the human race will cleanse...
Without a trace...~
Then there was an image...? But than Sandry couldn't tell.
*End of Dream*
All of this went through her mind in a flash as brief as sunlight on water.
Sandry blinked. Something had woken her from her uncanny flashback. Lark had dropped the mug which shattered on the floor; Rosethorn had taken a sharp intake of breath. Her own throat felt tight as a tangles and an iron hand griped her heart, grief, she felt as if she couldn't breath. She glanced at Tris-almost against her will, to see a reaction.
A harsh wind had just blew and slam all the windows and doors. And in that astonishing moment, Tris's fogy gray eyes shined a crisp shine- as she took a step back taken aback by the statement- and her eyes turned into steel. Sandry now knew why that storyteller called her by such and almost was 'scared' her seeing those lifeless eyes with not a speck of light within them.
Niko, died? Thought Tris in disbelief. :: You be on your best behavior, Tris. I don't want to come back to a wreck.:: She had promised to that hadn't she? But he was not coming back, she thought. No! He has to come back! However, inside, under the surface, she knew she was fooling herself. If he didn't keep his promise why should I? Tris thought bitterly.
Nevertheless, Tris ran and slammed through the door lending outside, afraid of her feelings.
"Tris!" Sandry yelled after her in the doorway. She was about to chase after her but something pulled her back. Someone had held her back by her sleeve, Daja, who shook her head.
Tris needs this time. Sandry was about to protest but then she spotted the sprouting tears on Daja's eyes. She swallowed trying to gulp down grief.
Than a blur shot out and followed Tris.
Who knows what she might do Briar explained. The two nodded understanding.
It was cold outside. But Briar followed Tris down to the beach. There was an eerie calmness among the cold air. No wind, no cloud, no nothing, just coldness that seeped into your very bones. He shook off the stillness.
"Tris-," Briar only called her that when he was worried.
Her father, her teacher the first person who believe in her-gone. Memories flash through her inner eye. "Leave me be." He hated when her voice was like that, so unemotional as if she was void of heart.
Sea water surrounded Tris like a shell-like a shell she felt on her heart unable to weep and cry of her emotions.
"Tris..." Briar started. The sea water around Tris lowered- it lowered enough that when she turned around he saw her eyes. Pain.
And it struck him. Tris was in pain. She was hurting and this was the first time she let it show. She was human. She was vulnerable. Tris- his Coppercurls, had...weaknesses. And this time the blow-to her rock of impersonation, that nothing was wrong, -was shattered.
Tris glared at Briar-daring him to do anything-as if he was an enemy. Wanting to blame him-blame anyone or anything, for her lost and pain. Anger, hatred flew through her veins.
And then she saw his eyes- Tears. Green misty eyes like drew on pellets in the early morning. Her heart melted as if release it's heavy grievance of burden. It was no longer numb with pain and sorrow and that the most painful part of all. Not being able to cry because it hurts too much. Like a pulling of a heart-so tight you needed to draw a breath if you capable of even doing so. She drew back a sob, clutching her heart.
This was Briar. The Briar that she laughed with. The Briar that loved to read, almost as much as she did. The Briar that saved her so many times. The Briar that teased her, picked on her, always bothering her. The Briar that stood up for her. The Briar who always gave her company and made her laugh.
Briar wasn't the enemy.
She looked as if she had realized something for the first time. Something, some emotion, smacked her. The wall of water that surrounded her abruptly fell. A surge raw emotion rushed to every part of her body, it made her shake.
Chill, crude wind bit her skin. She fell weeping, trembling. She had lost her sense of everything she was just cold with pain.
Then something warm touched her. Tris opened her eyes to startled to do anything for the moment. Briar was hugging her, crying beside her, with her. It was his way to say, 'Go ahead and cry, it's OK cause I am going to cry with you.' And she did.
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Discipline
"Niko is dead?" The young man sat up straighter, his face was pale. It looked even paler against his black bangs. He was shaking trying to keep grasp of the mug that was full of Rosethorn's toxin. If the solution wasn't so serious Daja would have thought it was a reaction to Rosethorn's infamous drink.
No one answered his half statement half question. No one wanted to. Instead:
"You knew Niko?" asked Sandry doubtfully, she voice still hoarse. Yet, only others who knew him called him by Niko.
He cough muffling it by a fist. Than in a crack voice, "Yes, Milady or..." he stopped for a moment to think, looking up in the air, "my father knew him well. I, myself, met him only a few times."
But Sandry and Daja could see he was worried, he was very pale, and his dark eyes seemed distracted and unfocused with plenty of white.
When he finally realized they were still there, "Oh! My sincere apologies, I am Lionel Starwind," abruptly he got up. "I thank you for your hospitality but I must go." He started coughing then wheezing. Anyone could see he was not fit for travel.
Daja took a step forward; "You should lye down-,"
"I mustn't and I can't," interrupted Lionel searching his belongings. Then he turned around shadows playing on his face, making him look even more handsome-if that was possible.
He's scared, Sandry realized.
"Where-," he asked, "where is the disc?"
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A/N: I am overwhelmed with gratitude to all of you. I am sorry it took a long time to update however the holy month of Ramadan came up and I didn't go on the net for a WEEK (the horror!) Then when I tried to up load my Ch. the Doc. Manger didn't work! [I'm cursed] But now everything is OK! Hehehehehe...LOLz! (*coughs*) Right...sorry.
stargirl2004~ I hope I didn't disappoint you in this chapter or anything. (Laughs nervously) Lady Sandrilene~ I love you! I hope you updated your story cause I'm going to check it out. Yakani~ So now your trying to blackmail me, uh? J/k LOLz! I thank you for you support. Crosseyedbutterfly~ Yeah, I killed Niko. Hey Niko you have a fan! Died Niko: Oh good! I was getting hot. Muslima: Uh? I guess your brain just doesn't work the same when your died. Scythegirl~ Heheehee, I quite evil, no? (accent) Me hopeth me nay disapointh you'th with'th the chapter'th. Gliniel of Tirragen~ I think when you mention the killer-monkeys-who-climb- thru-vents-in-the-ceiling-and-are-planning-to-take-over-the-world you must mean Zakyu. Hey! Zakyu did you tell 'em about your heritage? (smiles) I am just messing with you, I will try to check out your stories later on ^_* Jishoshojo~ Thank you!!! [shrieking with happiness] I hoped you would enjoy this, dear companion! (English accent) Clearbrook~ Damn, I hope you didn't get disappointed. Like I said before sorry about taking so long to update. ANYWAZ...I am so happy your are going to update! morgaine~ Something says you the one who is going to hit me with the pots and pans! ::Bows:: Sorry!! But if you haven't updated you can't hit me.[Which is very unlikely] but I just hope you do^_^ Arial~ Oh God! I absolutely hope you like this! This chapter had some meaning but the next will be better. Anyanka~ OK! I will try to write and get a Chapter out and dedicate it to you, deal? The Spectre Of Sanity~ Sorry I didn't see the mistake. But thanks for trying to help me. ^___^ Storm Mage~ Muslima: Hey Zakyu someone enjoys you. Zakyu: Hahaha!! Muslima your going down! 2 to ...a lot. Muslima: Hehehee. Now who has no ego!? Zakyu: Um. Muslima that's impossible I ALWAYS have a ego. Muslima: Right, I forgot. Well, Storm Mage you're a good friend. Shampoo (Japanesenetsuke@aol.com)~ Uh, green tea tastes good when you put a lot of honey and a ton of sugar but wouldn't everything else. I am going to see if you have an account so I can see your stories! ^______________^
{FIFHTY (50) REVIEWS!!!!!!!!}
Muslima: Yah Allah! You reviewers make me feel like I'm a great writer!
Zakyu: Define 'great writer' and might agree with you.
Zakyu: Don't worry Muslima-
Muslima: Thanks-
Zakyu: Your always a disappointment.
Muslima: [Flares] Pots an' Pans!
Zakyu: ~_~; Mercy! Let's do the disclaimer shall we? WE OWN NOTHING (but the story line) TAMORA PIERCE OWNS THE CHRARCTERS AND BLAH (the setting)! YOU CAN'T SUE US BECAUSE WE ARE NOT MAKING ANY DOBRA(S), CFA FRNC(S), CONGOLESE FRAN(S), KWANZA(S), OR KWACHA(S) (money, money, money! Think of all the currencies you learn reading this crap!)
Muslima: 8O So it's crap now?!!!!!!
Died Niko: (got the face from scythegirl )U__U [their hopeless] Umm... this is going to take a long time, So I'm going to say: ON WITH THE STORY! =D I always wanted to do that!
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Chapter 7
"Niklaren Goldeneye is dead," he repeated, "he was murdered, his living quarters were ransacked and unmagic was everywhere-"
His voice quivered but Sandry's heart trembled; she heard nothing else.
Everything froze and Sandry remembered a dream that wasn't meant to be remembered;
*Dream*
Sandry tried to help the thread with all her might. It was saturated in the shadowy pool of darkness, void with emptiness, nothingness; it was almost EAGER in a sick way.
::Unmagic::
"No!" fought Sandry's will. Then a bright light came:
~The moon will face the sun...
Then the human race will cleanse...
Without a trace...~
Then there was an image...? But than Sandry couldn't tell.
*End of Dream*
All of this went through her mind in a flash as brief as sunlight on water.
Sandry blinked. Something had woken her from her uncanny flashback. Lark had dropped the mug which shattered on the floor; Rosethorn had taken a sharp intake of breath. Her own throat felt tight as a tangles and an iron hand griped her heart, grief, she felt as if she couldn't breath. She glanced at Tris-almost against her will, to see a reaction.
A harsh wind had just blew and slam all the windows and doors. And in that astonishing moment, Tris's fogy gray eyes shined a crisp shine- as she took a step back taken aback by the statement- and her eyes turned into steel. Sandry now knew why that storyteller called her by such and almost was 'scared' her seeing those lifeless eyes with not a speck of light within them.
Niko, died? Thought Tris in disbelief. :: You be on your best behavior, Tris. I don't want to come back to a wreck.:: She had promised to that hadn't she? But he was not coming back, she thought. No! He has to come back! However, inside, under the surface, she knew she was fooling herself. If he didn't keep his promise why should I? Tris thought bitterly.
Nevertheless, Tris ran and slammed through the door lending outside, afraid of her feelings.
"Tris!" Sandry yelled after her in the doorway. She was about to chase after her but something pulled her back. Someone had held her back by her sleeve, Daja, who shook her head.
Tris needs this time. Sandry was about to protest but then she spotted the sprouting tears on Daja's eyes. She swallowed trying to gulp down grief.
Than a blur shot out and followed Tris.
Who knows what she might do Briar explained. The two nodded understanding.
It was cold outside. But Briar followed Tris down to the beach. There was an eerie calmness among the cold air. No wind, no cloud, no nothing, just coldness that seeped into your very bones. He shook off the stillness.
"Tris-," Briar only called her that when he was worried.
Her father, her teacher the first person who believe in her-gone. Memories flash through her inner eye. "Leave me be." He hated when her voice was like that, so unemotional as if she was void of heart.
Sea water surrounded Tris like a shell-like a shell she felt on her heart unable to weep and cry of her emotions.
"Tris..." Briar started. The sea water around Tris lowered- it lowered enough that when she turned around he saw her eyes. Pain.
And it struck him. Tris was in pain. She was hurting and this was the first time she let it show. She was human. She was vulnerable. Tris- his Coppercurls, had...weaknesses. And this time the blow-to her rock of impersonation, that nothing was wrong, -was shattered.
Tris glared at Briar-daring him to do anything-as if he was an enemy. Wanting to blame him-blame anyone or anything, for her lost and pain. Anger, hatred flew through her veins.
And then she saw his eyes- Tears. Green misty eyes like drew on pellets in the early morning. Her heart melted as if release it's heavy grievance of burden. It was no longer numb with pain and sorrow and that the most painful part of all. Not being able to cry because it hurts too much. Like a pulling of a heart-so tight you needed to draw a breath if you capable of even doing so. She drew back a sob, clutching her heart.
This was Briar. The Briar that she laughed with. The Briar that loved to read, almost as much as she did. The Briar that saved her so many times. The Briar that teased her, picked on her, always bothering her. The Briar that stood up for her. The Briar who always gave her company and made her laugh.
Briar wasn't the enemy.
She looked as if she had realized something for the first time. Something, some emotion, smacked her. The wall of water that surrounded her abruptly fell. A surge raw emotion rushed to every part of her body, it made her shake.
Chill, crude wind bit her skin. She fell weeping, trembling. She had lost her sense of everything she was just cold with pain.
Then something warm touched her. Tris opened her eyes to startled to do anything for the moment. Briar was hugging her, crying beside her, with her. It was his way to say, 'Go ahead and cry, it's OK cause I am going to cry with you.' And she did.
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Discipline
"Niko is dead?" The young man sat up straighter, his face was pale. It looked even paler against his black bangs. He was shaking trying to keep grasp of the mug that was full of Rosethorn's toxin. If the solution wasn't so serious Daja would have thought it was a reaction to Rosethorn's infamous drink.
No one answered his half statement half question. No one wanted to. Instead:
"You knew Niko?" asked Sandry doubtfully, she voice still hoarse. Yet, only others who knew him called him by Niko.
He cough muffling it by a fist. Than in a crack voice, "Yes, Milady or..." he stopped for a moment to think, looking up in the air, "my father knew him well. I, myself, met him only a few times."
But Sandry and Daja could see he was worried, he was very pale, and his dark eyes seemed distracted and unfocused with plenty of white.
When he finally realized they were still there, "Oh! My sincere apologies, I am Lionel Starwind," abruptly he got up. "I thank you for your hospitality but I must go." He started coughing then wheezing. Anyone could see he was not fit for travel.
Daja took a step forward; "You should lye down-,"
"I mustn't and I can't," interrupted Lionel searching his belongings. Then he turned around shadows playing on his face, making him look even more handsome-if that was possible.
He's scared, Sandry realized.
"Where-," he asked, "where is the disc?"
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REPONSES TO REVIEWS
A/N: I am overwhelmed with gratitude to all of you. I am sorry it took a long time to update however the holy month of Ramadan came up and I didn't go on the net for a WEEK (the horror!) Then when I tried to up load my Ch. the Doc. Manger didn't work! [I'm cursed] But now everything is OK! Hehehehehe...LOLz! (*coughs*) Right...sorry.
stargirl2004~ I hope I didn't disappoint you in this chapter or anything. (Laughs nervously) Lady Sandrilene~ I love you! I hope you updated your story cause I'm going to check it out. Yakani~ So now your trying to blackmail me, uh? J/k LOLz! I thank you for you support. Crosseyedbutterfly~ Yeah, I killed Niko. Hey Niko you have a fan! Died Niko: Oh good! I was getting hot. Muslima: Uh? I guess your brain just doesn't work the same when your died. Scythegirl~ Heheehee, I quite evil, no? (accent) Me hopeth me nay disapointh you'th with'th the chapter'th. Gliniel of Tirragen~ I think when you mention the killer-monkeys-who-climb- thru-vents-in-the-ceiling-and-are-planning-to-take-over-the-world you must mean Zakyu. Hey! Zakyu did you tell 'em about your heritage? (smiles) I am just messing with you, I will try to check out your stories later on ^_* Jishoshojo~ Thank you!!! [shrieking with happiness] I hoped you would enjoy this, dear companion! (English accent) Clearbrook~ Damn, I hope you didn't get disappointed. Like I said before sorry about taking so long to update. ANYWAZ...I am so happy your are going to update! morgaine~ Something says you the one who is going to hit me with the pots and pans! ::Bows:: Sorry!! But if you haven't updated you can't hit me.[Which is very unlikely] but I just hope you do^_^ Arial~ Oh God! I absolutely hope you like this! This chapter had some meaning but the next will be better. Anyanka~ OK! I will try to write and get a Chapter out and dedicate it to you, deal? The Spectre Of Sanity~ Sorry I didn't see the mistake. But thanks for trying to help me. ^___^ Storm Mage~ Muslima: Hey Zakyu someone enjoys you. Zakyu: Hahaha!! Muslima your going down! 2 to ...a lot. Muslima: Hehehee. Now who has no ego!? Zakyu: Um. Muslima that's impossible I ALWAYS have a ego. Muslima: Right, I forgot. Well, Storm Mage you're a good friend. Shampoo (Japanesenetsuke@aol.com)~ Uh, green tea tastes good when you put a lot of honey and a ton of sugar but wouldn't everything else. I am going to see if you have an account so I can see your stories! ^______________^
{FIFHTY (50) REVIEWS!!!!!!!!}
Muslima: Yah Allah! You reviewers make me feel like I'm a great writer!
Zakyu: Define 'great writer' and might agree with you.