Ch. 4 Anyanka + Gliniel of Tirragen + Malfoy
A/N: It's still Ramadan. Soon it will be Eid! Check out Gliniel, though she (girl, right?) doesn't have a story up, she has great stories and such on her fav.s lists! Anyanka has a great COM fic. CHECK IT OUT!!
Muslima: I'm BACK!!!
Zakyu: Oh joy. Joy. I'm thrilled. (sarcastic)
Muslima: :[ (mad) You should! J-just do the disclaimer!!
Zakyu: (The story of my life...) CHARACTER'S DON'T BELONG TO US [BUT LOINEL & THE OLD DUDE I THINK] WE DON'T MAKE ANY SURINAME GULIDER'S (a currency of Suriname-a Muslim South American country).
Muslima: Good jobbie! Your name is Robbie but can I call I call you Bobbie 'cause that's my hobby! I met you in the lobby...
Zakyu: 0_o (Zakyu stares)
Muslima: [*sweatdrop*] I'll stick to writing...hehehe... ____________________________________________________________________________ ______
Chapter 8
Daja and Sandry blinked. "Tris found it," said Sandry. "She was holding it for you." Her rusty voice sounded weird against in the cool air.
"Tris?" Lionel echoed, voice straining. He now turned fully to them. His green bluish eyes pierced them, demanding or begging for an answer.
Sandry and Daja looked at each other questionably. Why was he afraid? Of what? Daja turned at face him "Yes..." started Daja uncertainly.
"I have to go sorry--"
"Enough with formalities," ordered Daja. All of them knew what she meant. All of them knew he was speaking b.s. and wanted him to translate it.
Light hit his eyes turned them into fair green with specks of pale blue. He coughed. He then nodded and continued with a deep voice that, oddly enough, had an edge of street in it. "'Tris' is in danger."
"What do you mean Tris is in trouble?" asked Briar who had entered the house without her.
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Tris
Tris was walking from one of the temples. She often volunteered helping in the libraries. She had needed to keep herself busy. To take her mind off of things.
::Niko::
Tris bit her lip, keeping tears at bay. Instantly, her cheek warmed, where Briar had touched her. She blushed as she remembered Briar touching her face so gently, so lovingly- WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?
Tears of anger and embarrassment stung her eyes; there was a painful tug at her heart as a sense of realization came over her.
She didn't notice the wind. Winding so straight from the north and a it's painful plea's for freedom, or it's uneven coldness.
"Trisana." A lifeless voice spoke.
A pang of fear stabbed like nettles in every part of her body.
"Trisana, give me what is mine."
She whipped head around. Nothing. She had that feeling that she was being watched, starred down. But that stare was piercing cold, icy. The hair on the back of her neck pickled.
"You know of what I speak."
The river of wind of wailing seemed to be carrying the voice. Tris could feel the agony it came as a sudden blast. As if the pain was waiting for the right time to release it's burden. Her muscles and mind screamed; she was weakened as she felt the wind. Confusion blurred all of her senses. What was he talking about?!
"The disc. The disc with the sign of the Reaper of Eclipse."
A chorus of screams roared of fear at the spoken name. Tris tried to block the screaming by putting her hands over her ears. No avail. The torment crumbled her to her knees. Suddenly, something appeared at the edge of Tris's vision. Pain. Just pain. Reason didn't matter, it was hurting her.
The Reaper of Eclipse himself.
She was falling. The pain was too much. Darkness came caving in.
"Come. Give me some fun." The voice was heavy with sarcasm but ice cold with a stinging ridicule.
The hooded figure lifted her face with a 'hand'- Tris couldn't tell- and a coldness that turned into a burning sensation filled her face till it was numb. The throe woke her up. The hand lifted her head to face the hood that was filled with darkness. Darkness so intense it was bright. Tris looked away. It hurt.
The Wind! Her thoughts fought. The Wind is in pain. You can stop the agony if you unchain the Wind! She could do it but she felt tried weak, she was half died.
"Coppercurls!"
"Tris!"
Tris steadily looked away, as so did the hood to see ware the voices came from. Her friends. Her mind was all fuzzy-like. They seemed like faraway dream. The Reaper dropped her, at the same time so did the enchantment on her.
She starred through blurred eyes: The Reaper was going after her friends.
NO! She had to do something! She tried to get up but she couldn't. She cried. She stopped crying. Suddenly she felt old. Tried. She wanted to die. Die. Die? she questioned herself. Get a hold of yourself! She thought. But she couldn't and didn't want to. There was nothing she could do.
The few weak strands of wind surrounded her.
~ There is something you can do. ~
~ Free us. ~
Tris closed her eyes. Then opened them. The Wind gave her strength! She felt as light as air, and wild. Fury took over.
The winds crashed and spilled over; they were free.
Tris fell. She felt so old. So tired. She wanted to lay down and sleep.
Before darkness over came her. That lifeless voice cursed. A realization came from the tiniest speck from the corner of her brain:
She knew that voice.
And then she blacked out.
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Later, evening. Discipline
"Is she going to be alright? Do you know anything? What happen?" Lark had asked.
"Musya and The Reaper want the disc." He had showed it earlier when he got it back. "The Reaper came to Winding Circle to get it," he said with a sign.
"The Reaper?!" Lark gasped. "They can't enter the Winding Circle, only the angle of Death."
Lionel put a hand through his hair. "I guess they- or at least the Reaper found a way." He signed. "I thought the Reaper was done with-"
"As I did," put in Lark.
"-until I met him last time." Abruptly, Lark looked up. Lionel with steady eyes met her glaze.
"I didn't know your Tris- the nymph, was a weather witch." He looked amused as he put a hand through his hair. He also looked tried. He sent a wary glance to the room she was held in. And yet he still managed to look handsome, with strands of his bangs straying to his long eyelashes. "The Reaper of Eclipse used the winds to enter Winding Circle. He did it before too. That's why I was floating in the sea half died, he got to me. However, I was lucky, he didn't have total control of the winds and got cut off. Then I was lucky yet again, the nymph, saved me."
"So Tris- when she unbinded the wind, she sent it back...?" She left the question unsaid as the formula formed and made sense in her mind. Rosethorn exited the room where Tris lye.
When Rosethorn had their attention she spoke, "Tris will be fine. She just needs some rest. However, will be up by the funeral."
Sandry who had been eavesdropping shivered. Her first instinct was to run and hide, she hated all that pity. She hated funerals, period.
Lionel, who was automatically invited asked, "Where will it be held?"
"Blue Harbor," was the dim reply.
"Ironic, that's where the winds that carried the Reaper came from."
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R2R
Kylee aka PandorasBoxx~ Thanx that means a lot to me. Love your story. Sorry ^-^ I do the best on grammer in the story I forget about the fun corners. P.S. Zakyu has the complant already to his head. Look Zakyu: LOLz! Muslima your going down!
Gliniel of Tirragen + Malfoy~ ^_^ it's fine! The bigger the comment the better. And I am mega happy you liked the last ch. !
I don't know who Calypso and Alex of Tirragen but I'll fine out!
And the killer-monkeys-who-climb- thru-vents-in-the-ceiling-and-are- planning-to-take-over-the-world and crystal-ball-that's-actually-plastic- and-filled-with-even-more-plastic-giraffes fascinate me! Jishoshojo~ ::Bows:: =-_-= Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...right...sorry.. Clearbrook~ Get out with your HP fic! I'm waiting! Scythegirl~ Oh. My head always hurts. DID I JUST SAY THAT? Insh-Allah your just fine, I hope you are quite well. If you don't understand it pleaz read ch. 5 again. ^_^ Hope this ch. makes sense, it doesn't to me. DID I JUST SAY THAT? . morgaine~ *Cries* THANK YOU. great story, update when you can! Anyanka~ I love your story! How did you get the idea? stargirl2004~ I love U! And *YES* I'll try to put some more T/B Storm Mage~ I am super glad you enjoyed the last ch. I am now going to see if you updated yeah, I know, "Look who is talking."
Muslima: OH! Lady Sandrilene~ Live an' Learn and than get Luves. LOLz! Speaking of updating, UPDATE YOURS!! Or I might not update mine.
Zakyu: A true tragedy.
A/N: It's still Ramadan. Soon it will be Eid! Check out Gliniel, though she (girl, right?) doesn't have a story up, she has great stories and such on her fav.s lists! Anyanka has a great COM fic. CHECK IT OUT!!
Muslima: I'm BACK!!!
Zakyu: Oh joy. Joy. I'm thrilled. (sarcastic)
Muslima: :[ (mad) You should! J-just do the disclaimer!!
Zakyu: (The story of my life...) CHARACTER'S DON'T BELONG TO US [BUT LOINEL & THE OLD DUDE I THINK] WE DON'T MAKE ANY SURINAME GULIDER'S (a currency of Suriname-a Muslim South American country).
Muslima: Good jobbie! Your name is Robbie but can I call I call you Bobbie 'cause that's my hobby! I met you in the lobby...
Zakyu: 0_o (Zakyu stares)
Muslima: [*sweatdrop*] I'll stick to writing...hehehe... ____________________________________________________________________________ ______
Chapter 8
Daja and Sandry blinked. "Tris found it," said Sandry. "She was holding it for you." Her rusty voice sounded weird against in the cool air.
"Tris?" Lionel echoed, voice straining. He now turned fully to them. His green bluish eyes pierced them, demanding or begging for an answer.
Sandry and Daja looked at each other questionably. Why was he afraid? Of what? Daja turned at face him "Yes..." started Daja uncertainly.
"I have to go sorry--"
"Enough with formalities," ordered Daja. All of them knew what she meant. All of them knew he was speaking b.s. and wanted him to translate it.
Light hit his eyes turned them into fair green with specks of pale blue. He coughed. He then nodded and continued with a deep voice that, oddly enough, had an edge of street in it. "'Tris' is in danger."
"What do you mean Tris is in trouble?" asked Briar who had entered the house without her.
**************************************************************************** ******
Tris
Tris was walking from one of the temples. She often volunteered helping in the libraries. She had needed to keep herself busy. To take her mind off of things.
::Niko::
Tris bit her lip, keeping tears at bay. Instantly, her cheek warmed, where Briar had touched her. She blushed as she remembered Briar touching her face so gently, so lovingly- WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?
Tears of anger and embarrassment stung her eyes; there was a painful tug at her heart as a sense of realization came over her.
She didn't notice the wind. Winding so straight from the north and a it's painful plea's for freedom, or it's uneven coldness.
"Trisana." A lifeless voice spoke.
A pang of fear stabbed like nettles in every part of her body.
"Trisana, give me what is mine."
She whipped head around. Nothing. She had that feeling that she was being watched, starred down. But that stare was piercing cold, icy. The hair on the back of her neck pickled.
"You know of what I speak."
The river of wind of wailing seemed to be carrying the voice. Tris could feel the agony it came as a sudden blast. As if the pain was waiting for the right time to release it's burden. Her muscles and mind screamed; she was weakened as she felt the wind. Confusion blurred all of her senses. What was he talking about?!
"The disc. The disc with the sign of the Reaper of Eclipse."
A chorus of screams roared of fear at the spoken name. Tris tried to block the screaming by putting her hands over her ears. No avail. The torment crumbled her to her knees. Suddenly, something appeared at the edge of Tris's vision. Pain. Just pain. Reason didn't matter, it was hurting her.
The Reaper of Eclipse himself.
She was falling. The pain was too much. Darkness came caving in.
"Come. Give me some fun." The voice was heavy with sarcasm but ice cold with a stinging ridicule.
The hooded figure lifted her face with a 'hand'- Tris couldn't tell- and a coldness that turned into a burning sensation filled her face till it was numb. The throe woke her up. The hand lifted her head to face the hood that was filled with darkness. Darkness so intense it was bright. Tris looked away. It hurt.
The Wind! Her thoughts fought. The Wind is in pain. You can stop the agony if you unchain the Wind! She could do it but she felt tried weak, she was half died.
"Coppercurls!"
"Tris!"
Tris steadily looked away, as so did the hood to see ware the voices came from. Her friends. Her mind was all fuzzy-like. They seemed like faraway dream. The Reaper dropped her, at the same time so did the enchantment on her.
She starred through blurred eyes: The Reaper was going after her friends.
NO! She had to do something! She tried to get up but she couldn't. She cried. She stopped crying. Suddenly she felt old. Tried. She wanted to die. Die. Die? she questioned herself. Get a hold of yourself! She thought. But she couldn't and didn't want to. There was nothing she could do.
The few weak strands of wind surrounded her.
~ There is something you can do. ~
~ Free us. ~
Tris closed her eyes. Then opened them. The Wind gave her strength! She felt as light as air, and wild. Fury took over.
The winds crashed and spilled over; they were free.
Tris fell. She felt so old. So tired. She wanted to lay down and sleep.
Before darkness over came her. That lifeless voice cursed. A realization came from the tiniest speck from the corner of her brain:
She knew that voice.
And then she blacked out.
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Later, evening. Discipline
"Is she going to be alright? Do you know anything? What happen?" Lark had asked.
"Musya and The Reaper want the disc." He had showed it earlier when he got it back. "The Reaper came to Winding Circle to get it," he said with a sign.
"The Reaper?!" Lark gasped. "They can't enter the Winding Circle, only the angle of Death."
Lionel put a hand through his hair. "I guess they- or at least the Reaper found a way." He signed. "I thought the Reaper was done with-"
"As I did," put in Lark.
"-until I met him last time." Abruptly, Lark looked up. Lionel with steady eyes met her glaze.
"I didn't know your Tris- the nymph, was a weather witch." He looked amused as he put a hand through his hair. He also looked tried. He sent a wary glance to the room she was held in. And yet he still managed to look handsome, with strands of his bangs straying to his long eyelashes. "The Reaper of Eclipse used the winds to enter Winding Circle. He did it before too. That's why I was floating in the sea half died, he got to me. However, I was lucky, he didn't have total control of the winds and got cut off. Then I was lucky yet again, the nymph, saved me."
"So Tris- when she unbinded the wind, she sent it back...?" She left the question unsaid as the formula formed and made sense in her mind. Rosethorn exited the room where Tris lye.
When Rosethorn had their attention she spoke, "Tris will be fine. She just needs some rest. However, will be up by the funeral."
Sandry who had been eavesdropping shivered. Her first instinct was to run and hide, she hated all that pity. She hated funerals, period.
Lionel, who was automatically invited asked, "Where will it be held?"
"Blue Harbor," was the dim reply.
"Ironic, that's where the winds that carried the Reaper came from."
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R2R
Kylee aka PandorasBoxx~ Thanx that means a lot to me. Love your story. Sorry ^-^ I do the best on grammer in the story I forget about the fun corners. P.S. Zakyu has the complant already to his head. Look Zakyu: LOLz! Muslima your going down!
Gliniel of Tirragen + Malfoy~ ^_^ it's fine! The bigger the comment the better. And I am mega happy you liked the last ch. !
I don't know who Calypso and Alex of Tirragen but I'll fine out!
And the killer-monkeys-who-climb- thru-vents-in-the-ceiling-and-are- planning-to-take-over-the-world and crystal-ball-that's-actually-plastic- and-filled-with-even-more-plastic-giraffes fascinate me! Jishoshojo~ ::Bows:: =-_-= Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...right...sorry.. Clearbrook~ Get out with your HP fic! I'm waiting! Scythegirl~ Oh. My head always hurts. DID I JUST SAY THAT? Insh-Allah your just fine, I hope you are quite well. If you don't understand it pleaz read ch. 5 again. ^_^ Hope this ch. makes sense, it doesn't to me. DID I JUST SAY THAT? . morgaine~ *Cries* THANK YOU. great story, update when you can! Anyanka~ I love your story! How did you get the idea? stargirl2004~ I love U! And *YES* I'll try to put some more T/B Storm Mage~ I am super glad you enjoyed the last ch. I am now going to see if you updated yeah, I know, "Look who is talking."
Muslima: OH! Lady Sandrilene~ Live an' Learn and than get Luves. LOLz! Speaking of updating, UPDATE YOURS!! Or I might not update mine.
Zakyu: A true tragedy.