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Chapter 9
Muslima: Yeah, I know I made a lot of mistakes in the last chapter.
Zakyu: You are a mistake.
Muslima: *0* How did you know!!! (cries)
Zakyu: ~_~; right. Disclaimer: BLAH! BLAH!! WE MAKE NO KORUNA(S) OR ZIOTY(S) {money of Poland, Czech Republic, Slovakia (they are in Northern Central Europe) SO IF YOU ARE THE FBI go away YOU CAN"T SUE US, WE DON'T OWN ANYTHING OTHER THAN THEN THE STORYLINE AND FEW CHARACTERS!
Muslima: And to start the story: Pots and Pans! (holds a pots and pans)
Zakyu: Mercy!
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Night
The house was quiet, maybe too quite Briar thought as he strained to listen. For the last few days Discipline had been so mute that he could barely tell secrecy from the stretching long silence that seemed to build in the cottage. The unreassuring thoughts that Tris was in bed, building up her energy and with the slight blow of realization that Niko's scolding lectures would never be heard again didn't help. Everyone-including their guest, Lionel, solemnly had spoken for the last few days.
Briar sighed in relief; it wasn't the muteness of someone walking around in a daze. It was blessed silence.
Briar with his 'thief trained' feet, slipped out of his bed. Finally everyone was asleep! He made sure of it; Rosethorn wouldn't be the happiest person if she found him sneaking off. He was waiting for such an opportunity all night.
But he really couldn't really help it, he tells himself. He has to see how Coppercurls is doing.
Rosethorn had kept him busy all day, but he could feel it; a tug at his heart and a feeling as if he forgot something, which increased as he reminded of her throughout the day.
Like while he was making sunscreen that Rosethorn would sell and use because spring had ended and Midsummer's Day was drawing nearer. Coppercurls had often helped him in this task. He today had to do the task without her. And although he never admitted it he had always enjoyed the company.
Briar thought of the countless times he would frequently complained and when she would get mad at him. He would inwardly smile until it grew and grew. How easy it was to bother her! He would think. Soon he would burst out laughing. Than she would get even madder until she laughed along with him.
Briar, unknowingly, smiled as he thought of the memories. He liked her laugh, it pretty and clear. They were rare, but worth it; they were always true with no fakeness within them. It always pleased him that he could make her laugh and smile.
Rosethorn in the background would often mutter till she had to order them to behave. Still they both whisper in their mindlink scared if they didn't whispered, Rosethorn meant find them out. She found out things all the time so who said she couldn't read minds?
Briar slipped out of his room as thoughts ran through his head and blushed. He was doing that a lot lately. He stepped lightly and cursed when he stepped on a loose broad. He soundlessly walked up the stairs and down the hall and soundlessly passed Daja's room.
He stopped as his heart pounded. An eerie noise howled, it was hard to hear the sound. He looked up; the hatch that lead up to the roof was slightly ajar. He raised an arched eyebrow in thoughtful confusion; what was that hatch doing open? He wondered.
Briar quietly walked pass and peeked inside Tris's room; no one, just as he thought. He walked back to the hatch and looked down the hall for reassurance that Rosethorn wasn't chasing him down with a pitch fork.
He walked up the hatch and lifted the door. A small, light breeze greeted him as he carefully dropped the hatchway. He can feel Tris's aura.
"Your awake."
Briar's heart silently jumps. His checks warmed. Quit it! He told himself as the unstoppable warmness ran through his body. He prayed she didn't sense something. He roused and turned as he saw the comforting yet refreshing scene of Tris's red wiry curls floating in the wind.
"Yeah."
Not knowing what to ask first Briar sat himself beside Tris. He felt uncomfortable-not in a bad way but in a way he couldn't help and cursed himself because of it. However, he felt peace at the same time.
He was remembering the time when he came up here and Tris was up here too. It was the first time they were alone together. Unconsciously he smiled as he remembered the thought that he was certain that at any moment Tris were going to start blabbing and drive him insane. He drove himself insane. But she didn't, she was looking at the clouds looking so peaceful. However, it seemed she was making it up for it now (again) because Briar felt quite insane. And having that gift made all the difference.
He lend his back on to the roof never forgetting there were hard rocks under the soft surface that had earned his respect long ago.
Tris looked back at his leisure figure. She looks like an angel with the moonlight and wind in her hair- like the way I imagined The Moon Maiden. He caught himself thinking as he remembered simultaneously the story of "The Beautiful Moon Maiden and The Moon folk" he hear many times in the city.
She lied down next to him, tranquilly looking up in the sky, torn between savoring the moment or ignoring how close they are, altogether.
"They are pretty, aren't they?"
"Yeah." He wasn't looking at the stars.
Tris looked at him. She smiled an attractive smile that made Briar grow warm inside. However, he saw the speck of sadness in her sidelong glance.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he got up. As soon as he spoke the words he wished he could take them back. Niko.
Briar remembered, malevolently, his mother's death. She was murdered. He felt he owned Niko a lot too. Niko was the one who had given him his life back.
Tris looked down, mad at herself for having her feelings so easily read.
Briar touched her bare arm. He blushed when he realized what he did, thankfully it was dark.
Tris looked at him. Does he feel his veins run hot than cold at the same time when we touch? She asked herself.
Briar tried pull his eyes from that gaze, he was afraid he would get lost in them. He looked up into the refuge of the tapestry of stars.
"Coppercurls cheer up. I hope you are feeling better being out here because me an' the girls need someone to torment us. It's too quiet without you." He smiled and turned a little away to look at the night sky. He clutched his hands as he felt her glare bore into every nerve in his body. Why can't I escape that gaze of that beautiful gray realm?
She smiled. "I thank you for the optimism that my 'wonderful' presence is needed to 'delight' others in a very needful way." Tris said, voice dripping with sarcasm. She looked away. No, no he doesn't, she thought.
Briar looked back at her and with some strange hint of seriousness in his strong voice said, "Tris you are always needed."
Tris sat up and tried to steady her voice. "Thanks," she replied with a faraway tone. She looked so peaceful (and wild he added as an after thought), red hair brushing by her face, gray eyes so clear and wonderful looking, lightened up more by the moonlight.
"A copper for your thoughts," she said not glancing at him.
Briar took a moment to gather his thoughts. He got up from his lying position said, "You look pale, you OK? Oh Moon Maiden?"
She flashed a smile with a suspicion of playful mocking and questioned, "So you think I look like The Moon Maiden?"
"And what if I do?" asked Briar seductively.
Tris gazed into Briar's face, and he looked back at her with steady eyes for a long moment.
"What do we have here?" inquired a voice with a hint of amusement. A male voice.
Briar spun around and in one swift movement, was on guard. "Lionel." Tris said.
"Lionel?" echoed Briar as he blinked. He put down his knife.
"None your business," Tris retorted gruffly, responding to his question on the point of turning away.
Lionel leaned on his arm as his dark hair brushed against his eyes nonchalant turn down eyes "Then I guess you wouldn't be interested in a proposition." He had laid down his net.
It was something in his voice that made her turn around, something not natural. Merchants had often used that tone when dealing with nobles. There was something he was trying to mask. "What do you want?"
Lionel sharply looked up and smiled a bright charming smile in the moonlight; he got a fish- more correctly, a nymph.
"And speak straight," added Briar, suspicious. He is no noble- with that deadly grace- No.
So that's what it was. Tris, using mindlink, mentally nodded and noted. "So?"
"You see, Blue Harbor has wards," Lionel said. "And for some reason when your nymph-"
"Tris." Briar cut in sharply.
"Tris had the disc, you know of what I speak of- and something happened to it." He paused dramatically. "It started glowing- glowing a sign. And not just any sign, the sign of the Reaper of Eclipse."
Tris didn't like where this was going. She knew an accusation when she heard it. She had all the experience she wanted. "And tell us something we didn't know," She said hotly.
"I wasn't accusing you or anyone. How you active it, Musya knows," he said carefully. "The thing I know though is Blue Harbor has wards just like Winding Circle but to a higher degree since it's a city not a study ground and for different things. However, every guardian of a disc knows that if a disc is active there is an automatic 'super' ward that goes around the city. Yet, the Reaper was carried by winds FROM Blue Harbor."
"But if Blue Harbor had wards even from before the disc started glowing why is it that I could do my mindlink without problem? Wait--"
Flashback~
::Where was that boy? She tried to use a mind call but it didn't work. She thought she saw his head somewhere here...::
*End*
"Now it makes sense why my mindlink didn't work that first time. However," memories of talking to Sandry through mindlink and Briar hearing her that one time when she was in trouble flooded, "It worked many times before."
"That's what worrying me," Lionel said. "The wards aren't or barely working at all."
"Why are you telling us this?" asked Briar who had suddenly flashed out deep thought.
"Because," Lionel looking squarely at him, "The Reaper first knew I had the disc. Then he found out someone active it. He knew Tris had it, and likewise attacked her like me. My whole Gift, my Magic, my training was bent on one thing; protect the disc. And now since it has awoken and calls to it's masters, Musya and The Reaper freely and other necromancers who know death as if it is apart of them, I can no longer disguise and hide it's powers." His strong voice finished in a almost a tone of hopelessness.
It took a moment for what he said to sink in. "Why us?" Tris's voice came out a squeak.
"You're the one's who raised it and if not now The Reaper will come back- for all of you."
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R2R
Priestess of the Storm~ Thank YOU! I made me feel so good, you've really made my day! Your so sweet (tell me if/ when you are going to have your fic ou!) Meliara-Countess-Of-Tlant~ Thank you, for pointing out the mistake. ^_^ I believe now I have fix it!PS. Please tell me when you'll have a story up- I'll be the first to review!Mystic Elf~ WOW. 0.0 I am flattered. I'll be sure 2 check out your suff! Alura~ I thank you for your encouragement and hoonest option. Thank you^_^ Gliniel of Tirragen + Malfoy Yep! I do fast. As for the kinda-sorta Muslim I get what your talking about (I can relate!) it was until I was 12 that I learned how to pray so no biggie. ^_^ My dad also prays when he feels like it- meaning NEVER. Actually I live in N. American I was born in San Francisco. My mother was a Israeli-Jew but a American citizen (so was her mom) so basically I'm a mut. I hate when people think that all Muslims hate Jews. Yeah Muslims are messed up sometimes- OH! There I go. Well if you want to email feel free ANYTIME.
Thanx about the sweet comment. Hope you like this chappie just as well. About those killer-monkeys-who-climb- thru-vents-in-the-ceiling-and-are- planning-to-take-over-the-world, your friend, her story, her dream and the crystal-ball-that's-actually-plastic- and-filled-with-even-more-plastic- giraffes: KOOL! Well! bye-bye, Tom! Who belongs to you, is white got killed two times and SURVIVED!!
bye-bye,Alex of Tirragen. bye-bye, handsome, evil Draco!
PS: yes that was long ^_^ Anyanka~ I am glad you r glad that I updated! Get on 2 your next chappie! EloraCooper4~ THANK YOU SO MUCH! Your ssooo sweet! I'll check out your suff as soon as I can. lady sandrilene~ Well, I hope you got an idea! If not email me. stargirl2004~ Girl, YOU rock! Jishoshojo~ Thank you so much, it really means a lot to me. Your awesome. Storm Mage~ I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you did on the last. Happy Ramadan is right! THANX (that was really nice) morgaine~ Morgaine and Sirius sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G! first comes lov- [Runs away from pot- hitting monster called morgaine.]
Morgaine: I'll get you Muslima!
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Zakyu: (hiking [really running from morgaine]) Muslima! Wait for me! [panting] I can't walk any further. My shoes hurt.
Muslima: That's cause you have them on the wrong feet.
Zakyu: But these are the only feet I have!
Chapter 9
Muslima: Yeah, I know I made a lot of mistakes in the last chapter.
Zakyu: You are a mistake.
Muslima: *0* How did you know!!! (cries)
Zakyu: ~_~; right. Disclaimer: BLAH! BLAH!! WE MAKE NO KORUNA(S) OR ZIOTY(S) {money of Poland, Czech Republic, Slovakia (they are in Northern Central Europe) SO IF YOU ARE THE FBI go away YOU CAN"T SUE US, WE DON'T OWN ANYTHING OTHER THAN THEN THE STORYLINE AND FEW CHARACTERS!
Muslima: And to start the story: Pots and Pans! (holds a pots and pans)
Zakyu: Mercy!
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Night
The house was quiet, maybe too quite Briar thought as he strained to listen. For the last few days Discipline had been so mute that he could barely tell secrecy from the stretching long silence that seemed to build in the cottage. The unreassuring thoughts that Tris was in bed, building up her energy and with the slight blow of realization that Niko's scolding lectures would never be heard again didn't help. Everyone-including their guest, Lionel, solemnly had spoken for the last few days.
Briar sighed in relief; it wasn't the muteness of someone walking around in a daze. It was blessed silence.
Briar with his 'thief trained' feet, slipped out of his bed. Finally everyone was asleep! He made sure of it; Rosethorn wouldn't be the happiest person if she found him sneaking off. He was waiting for such an opportunity all night.
But he really couldn't really help it, he tells himself. He has to see how Coppercurls is doing.
Rosethorn had kept him busy all day, but he could feel it; a tug at his heart and a feeling as if he forgot something, which increased as he reminded of her throughout the day.
Like while he was making sunscreen that Rosethorn would sell and use because spring had ended and Midsummer's Day was drawing nearer. Coppercurls had often helped him in this task. He today had to do the task without her. And although he never admitted it he had always enjoyed the company.
Briar thought of the countless times he would frequently complained and when she would get mad at him. He would inwardly smile until it grew and grew. How easy it was to bother her! He would think. Soon he would burst out laughing. Than she would get even madder until she laughed along with him.
Briar, unknowingly, smiled as he thought of the memories. He liked her laugh, it pretty and clear. They were rare, but worth it; they were always true with no fakeness within them. It always pleased him that he could make her laugh and smile.
Rosethorn in the background would often mutter till she had to order them to behave. Still they both whisper in their mindlink scared if they didn't whispered, Rosethorn meant find them out. She found out things all the time so who said she couldn't read minds?
Briar slipped out of his room as thoughts ran through his head and blushed. He was doing that a lot lately. He stepped lightly and cursed when he stepped on a loose broad. He soundlessly walked up the stairs and down the hall and soundlessly passed Daja's room.
He stopped as his heart pounded. An eerie noise howled, it was hard to hear the sound. He looked up; the hatch that lead up to the roof was slightly ajar. He raised an arched eyebrow in thoughtful confusion; what was that hatch doing open? He wondered.
Briar quietly walked pass and peeked inside Tris's room; no one, just as he thought. He walked back to the hatch and looked down the hall for reassurance that Rosethorn wasn't chasing him down with a pitch fork.
He walked up the hatch and lifted the door. A small, light breeze greeted him as he carefully dropped the hatchway. He can feel Tris's aura.
"Your awake."
Briar's heart silently jumps. His checks warmed. Quit it! He told himself as the unstoppable warmness ran through his body. He prayed she didn't sense something. He roused and turned as he saw the comforting yet refreshing scene of Tris's red wiry curls floating in the wind.
"Yeah."
Not knowing what to ask first Briar sat himself beside Tris. He felt uncomfortable-not in a bad way but in a way he couldn't help and cursed himself because of it. However, he felt peace at the same time.
He was remembering the time when he came up here and Tris was up here too. It was the first time they were alone together. Unconsciously he smiled as he remembered the thought that he was certain that at any moment Tris were going to start blabbing and drive him insane. He drove himself insane. But she didn't, she was looking at the clouds looking so peaceful. However, it seemed she was making it up for it now (again) because Briar felt quite insane. And having that gift made all the difference.
He lend his back on to the roof never forgetting there were hard rocks under the soft surface that had earned his respect long ago.
Tris looked back at his leisure figure. She looks like an angel with the moonlight and wind in her hair- like the way I imagined The Moon Maiden. He caught himself thinking as he remembered simultaneously the story of "The Beautiful Moon Maiden and The Moon folk" he hear many times in the city.
She lied down next to him, tranquilly looking up in the sky, torn between savoring the moment or ignoring how close they are, altogether.
"They are pretty, aren't they?"
"Yeah." He wasn't looking at the stars.
Tris looked at him. She smiled an attractive smile that made Briar grow warm inside. However, he saw the speck of sadness in her sidelong glance.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he got up. As soon as he spoke the words he wished he could take them back. Niko.
Briar remembered, malevolently, his mother's death. She was murdered. He felt he owned Niko a lot too. Niko was the one who had given him his life back.
Tris looked down, mad at herself for having her feelings so easily read.
Briar touched her bare arm. He blushed when he realized what he did, thankfully it was dark.
Tris looked at him. Does he feel his veins run hot than cold at the same time when we touch? She asked herself.
Briar tried pull his eyes from that gaze, he was afraid he would get lost in them. He looked up into the refuge of the tapestry of stars.
"Coppercurls cheer up. I hope you are feeling better being out here because me an' the girls need someone to torment us. It's too quiet without you." He smiled and turned a little away to look at the night sky. He clutched his hands as he felt her glare bore into every nerve in his body. Why can't I escape that gaze of that beautiful gray realm?
She smiled. "I thank you for the optimism that my 'wonderful' presence is needed to 'delight' others in a very needful way." Tris said, voice dripping with sarcasm. She looked away. No, no he doesn't, she thought.
Briar looked back at her and with some strange hint of seriousness in his strong voice said, "Tris you are always needed."
Tris sat up and tried to steady her voice. "Thanks," she replied with a faraway tone. She looked so peaceful (and wild he added as an after thought), red hair brushing by her face, gray eyes so clear and wonderful looking, lightened up more by the moonlight.
"A copper for your thoughts," she said not glancing at him.
Briar took a moment to gather his thoughts. He got up from his lying position said, "You look pale, you OK? Oh Moon Maiden?"
She flashed a smile with a suspicion of playful mocking and questioned, "So you think I look like The Moon Maiden?"
"And what if I do?" asked Briar seductively.
Tris gazed into Briar's face, and he looked back at her with steady eyes for a long moment.
"What do we have here?" inquired a voice with a hint of amusement. A male voice.
Briar spun around and in one swift movement, was on guard. "Lionel." Tris said.
"Lionel?" echoed Briar as he blinked. He put down his knife.
"None your business," Tris retorted gruffly, responding to his question on the point of turning away.
Lionel leaned on his arm as his dark hair brushed against his eyes nonchalant turn down eyes "Then I guess you wouldn't be interested in a proposition." He had laid down his net.
It was something in his voice that made her turn around, something not natural. Merchants had often used that tone when dealing with nobles. There was something he was trying to mask. "What do you want?"
Lionel sharply looked up and smiled a bright charming smile in the moonlight; he got a fish- more correctly, a nymph.
"And speak straight," added Briar, suspicious. He is no noble- with that deadly grace- No.
So that's what it was. Tris, using mindlink, mentally nodded and noted. "So?"
"You see, Blue Harbor has wards," Lionel said. "And for some reason when your nymph-"
"Tris." Briar cut in sharply.
"Tris had the disc, you know of what I speak of- and something happened to it." He paused dramatically. "It started glowing- glowing a sign. And not just any sign, the sign of the Reaper of Eclipse."
Tris didn't like where this was going. She knew an accusation when she heard it. She had all the experience she wanted. "And tell us something we didn't know," She said hotly.
"I wasn't accusing you or anyone. How you active it, Musya knows," he said carefully. "The thing I know though is Blue Harbor has wards just like Winding Circle but to a higher degree since it's a city not a study ground and for different things. However, every guardian of a disc knows that if a disc is active there is an automatic 'super' ward that goes around the city. Yet, the Reaper was carried by winds FROM Blue Harbor."
"But if Blue Harbor had wards even from before the disc started glowing why is it that I could do my mindlink without problem? Wait--"
Flashback~
::Where was that boy? She tried to use a mind call but it didn't work. She thought she saw his head somewhere here...::
*End*
"Now it makes sense why my mindlink didn't work that first time. However," memories of talking to Sandry through mindlink and Briar hearing her that one time when she was in trouble flooded, "It worked many times before."
"That's what worrying me," Lionel said. "The wards aren't or barely working at all."
"Why are you telling us this?" asked Briar who had suddenly flashed out deep thought.
"Because," Lionel looking squarely at him, "The Reaper first knew I had the disc. Then he found out someone active it. He knew Tris had it, and likewise attacked her like me. My whole Gift, my Magic, my training was bent on one thing; protect the disc. And now since it has awoken and calls to it's masters, Musya and The Reaper freely and other necromancers who know death as if it is apart of them, I can no longer disguise and hide it's powers." His strong voice finished in a almost a tone of hopelessness.
It took a moment for what he said to sink in. "Why us?" Tris's voice came out a squeak.
"You're the one's who raised it and if not now The Reaper will come back- for all of you."
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R2R
Priestess of the Storm~ Thank YOU! I made me feel so good, you've really made my day! Your so sweet (tell me if/ when you are going to have your fic ou!) Meliara-Countess-Of-Tlant~ Thank you, for pointing out the mistake. ^_^ I believe now I have fix it!PS. Please tell me when you'll have a story up- I'll be the first to review!Mystic Elf~ WOW. 0.0 I am flattered. I'll be sure 2 check out your suff! Alura~ I thank you for your encouragement and hoonest option. Thank you^_^ Gliniel of Tirragen + Malfoy Yep! I do fast. As for the kinda-sorta Muslim I get what your talking about (I can relate!) it was until I was 12 that I learned how to pray so no biggie. ^_^ My dad also prays when he feels like it- meaning NEVER. Actually I live in N. American I was born in San Francisco. My mother was a Israeli-Jew but a American citizen (so was her mom) so basically I'm a mut. I hate when people think that all Muslims hate Jews. Yeah Muslims are messed up sometimes- OH! There I go. Well if you want to email feel free ANYTIME.
Thanx about the sweet comment. Hope you like this chappie just as well. About those killer-monkeys-who-climb- thru-vents-in-the-ceiling-and-are- planning-to-take-over-the-world, your friend, her story, her dream and the crystal-ball-that's-actually-plastic- and-filled-with-even-more-plastic- giraffes: KOOL! Well! bye-bye, Tom! Who belongs to you, is white got killed two times and SURVIVED!!
bye-bye,Alex of Tirragen. bye-bye, handsome, evil Draco!
PS: yes that was long ^_^ Anyanka~ I am glad you r glad that I updated! Get on 2 your next chappie! EloraCooper4~ THANK YOU SO MUCH! Your ssooo sweet! I'll check out your suff as soon as I can. lady sandrilene~ Well, I hope you got an idea! If not email me. stargirl2004~ Girl, YOU rock! Jishoshojo~ Thank you so much, it really means a lot to me. Your awesome. Storm Mage~ I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you did on the last. Happy Ramadan is right! THANX (that was really nice) morgaine~ Morgaine and Sirius sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G! first comes lov- [Runs away from pot- hitting monster called morgaine.]
Morgaine: I'll get you Muslima!
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Zakyu: (hiking [really running from morgaine]) Muslima! Wait for me! [panting] I can't walk any further. My shoes hurt.
Muslima: That's cause you have them on the wrong feet.
Zakyu: But these are the only feet I have!