This Chapter is for~ Sliver: Who emailed me and told me I better start
writing.
Chapter 13 (We own NOTHING-but what we made up) I'm just a ghetto kid so you won't get anything from me anyway.
Muslima~ I thank you for staying around, reading my work and then taking the time to review. Don't get me wrong-I'm not done telling this story yet! However certain circumstances-well, in plain English there were times I couldn't write. I'm not the type to share home life but my parents are planning to get divorced, etc-basically not the happiest time in my life.
I only told you that so I'm not ripped top to bottom about not updating this story sooner. If one of you just *hint* your sorry about what's happening (even though you really might be) I'll rip you top to bottom-chop you into really small pieces-and feed you to the crocodiles!!!
Thank you, Muslima
Zakyu: Now on with the story.
I know how you just LIVE for this (LOLz! The idea . . .!)
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"We've been dodging guards forever-!" Briar said, starting to complain.
"Shush!" Lionel insisted, cutting him off. He stood in the middle of the hall, rubbing his jaw. "Was it this way or . . . I got it!" he exclaimed startling the others. "How could I forget? It's this way, darlings."
(If he says that one more time I swear, I'll ripe that tongue out of his mouth.) said Tris, minklinking with the other three. Briar blink at her in almost a confused way and the girls muffled a laugh.
Lionel went down the hall that was eerily cold and dark. A coldness that while not physically chilly, started from inside as a shadowed chill, stuck the spine and made the brain shudder. It was than after that quivering that one realized that you were actually shivering when an outtake of a breath can out as a wisp of cloud that graced the arctic air.
"So cold. . ."
"Uh?" Lionel turned, puzzled. "Oh, yes the chill. You'll get use to it." His face looked bright and alive while the other four went pale . . . there was something about this section of the building that made them so tired . . . .
Briar brain seemed to be working slower and slower for him with each step. Or the suspicious one would of caught the words:
~"You'll get use to it."~ within a wink of an eye.
The ceiling was like a huge dome that circled and lend the eye (if not already) to two huge black doors.
"There," said Lionel. They went through the abnormal blacker than black doors and ended up pitch dark room. Daja flared up her hand with heat that glowed; Tris drew a tiny, unruly piece of lighting that refused to be totally tame and flicked. Briar and Sandry drew close to the two.
Scared of the dark, Sandry kept a thread from her dress and put in some magic within it, just in case. "Lionel. Lionel? Where are you?" she asked.
They heard a snap of fingers and "fires" for went up in the room. An odd sort of fire because everything was still over shadowed yet they could see so clearly. Lionel was at the corner of the huge room where a hole in the center of the dome could be found. Starlight beamed down on seven objects on a high dais, six of them curiously stained. They were broken discs.
They don't shine with magic like normal bigili*, thought the Trader. What's wrong with them? The discs have a mist of darkness about them.
With a start Briar realized the stains were blood and the black mist around them where unmagic which shined darkness-it was so tainted.
Lionel was smiling. A shadow left his body and suddenly his form fell to the floor like a ragged doll. "Stupid human," a scratching voice from the shadow spat. "Always resisting Master's plans."
Daja and Briar cursed, Tris felt the air sucked out of her. Sandry gasped. "Oh yes." The silhouette of darkness smiled callously. At the back of the mouth molten red fire could be easily seen. "Master wants thee-especially ye," it remarked coming closer to Tris.
The dark shadow grabbed her face painfully, it's death magic and blistered, coal-like skin intertwine; scalding her and sucking out her life energy. It's molten eyes burned the back of her eyes as it stared at her contemptuously as if searching for what it's master could see in her. She tried to get away and struggled but each time her magic and strength was pulled out painfully.
"Get your hands off of her!" Briar yelled as he lunged forward. The creature evaded him but it wasn't ready for the surprise attack from Daja who was ready to wield the fire from the wall and throw it. The fire instead, grasped onto her-like a parasite-pilfering her magic.
She cursed. "This isn't fire!" When it was off she held her hand to her breast, wounded like it was. For the first time in her life she knew what it was like to be burned. Briar rolled off the floor, getting up and really to attack.
Sandry was helping the dazed Tris when their both heads snapped up to the sound of the shade of darkness laughing; a laugh that sounded like fingernails scaring a chalkboard.
"Fools!" it condemned. "How can you harm the already dead? A dead that thrives in the darkness when darkness is so plentiful in this realm?"
"Shade," a familiar voice spoke. "You had your fun killing Niko-you know better then the harass the young ones. We need them." It was the old man's voice "Isn't it so my blood-cousin, Trisana Steel Eyes?"
Cousin? Cousin Aymery? Tris's mind went in whirls of disbelief. Wasn't it at the first meeting that she thought that morbid, scared face looked so similar? However, those eyes. . . yes, Aymery's eyes-but dead. But that voice. . . no, not her cousin's.
Enahar's voice. The pirate that wanted to enslave her and her friends was in her once-dead cousin's body.
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R2R
Deirdre of the grey kingdom~ Damn, you know half of the whole story. Did you expect the Enahar thing? Thanx for the advice you won't mind me taking some of the idea of the 'accident' thing, will you? Your so nice to me! I love you!! (U know what I mean) Storm Mage~Your updating?! Praise the Lord! Insh-Allah after I put this up I'm running to your story! Sliverwitch~Thanx so much! Got advice?! Clearbrook~You just too kind! You KNOW your stories are better than mine but thanks for the really sweet comment about the chapter, hope you like this one. (I do!) Priestess of the Storm~Thanks so much you've always took the time to review, believe me-they help a lot. Jishoshojo~Kool! I've always tried to do that about those characters that show up once. I like to image they have lives of their own. stargirl2004~So, you like the fluff, uh? I'm glad you didn't think it was korny. When I read the chapter again (so I could write this one) I laughed at myself. However, I'm very pleased that you enjoy it. Don't worry, I laugh at ALL my fluff. EloraCooper4~What did you think of Lionel in this chappie-how did you think about the WHOLE chapter? Have you updated? Sors~Thanx! Insh-Allah I'll update "Shadow Spinner" I think you'll really like it! ;)
Zakyu: Knock, Knock.
Muslima: Who's there?
Zakyu: Soup.
Muslima: Soup Who?
Zakyu: Souper (super) Man Zakyu! Hahahahahahahaa!
Muslima: |!~_~!| *Is it just me?* Zakyu, pots an pots 4 the bad joke!
Zakyu: Mercy!
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Muslima's birthday was on May 26.
Happy Birthday 2 Clearbrook whose birthday was on April the 25th I believe. (Damn, I've been gone long!)
If I have not dictated a chapter to you, please tell me. And if you have a birthday coming up, tell me! ^________^
*Trader word meaning an object that stores magic or an object that's magicked.
Have a great summer!!!
Chapter 13 (We own NOTHING-but what we made up) I'm just a ghetto kid so you won't get anything from me anyway.
Muslima~ I thank you for staying around, reading my work and then taking the time to review. Don't get me wrong-I'm not done telling this story yet! However certain circumstances-well, in plain English there were times I couldn't write. I'm not the type to share home life but my parents are planning to get divorced, etc-basically not the happiest time in my life.
I only told you that so I'm not ripped top to bottom about not updating this story sooner. If one of you just *hint* your sorry about what's happening (even though you really might be) I'll rip you top to bottom-chop you into really small pieces-and feed you to the crocodiles!!!
Thank you, Muslima
Zakyu: Now on with the story.
I know how you just LIVE for this (LOLz! The idea . . .!)
________________________________________________________________________
"We've been dodging guards forever-!" Briar said, starting to complain.
"Shush!" Lionel insisted, cutting him off. He stood in the middle of the hall, rubbing his jaw. "Was it this way or . . . I got it!" he exclaimed startling the others. "How could I forget? It's this way, darlings."
(If he says that one more time I swear, I'll ripe that tongue out of his mouth.) said Tris, minklinking with the other three. Briar blink at her in almost a confused way and the girls muffled a laugh.
Lionel went down the hall that was eerily cold and dark. A coldness that while not physically chilly, started from inside as a shadowed chill, stuck the spine and made the brain shudder. It was than after that quivering that one realized that you were actually shivering when an outtake of a breath can out as a wisp of cloud that graced the arctic air.
"So cold. . ."
"Uh?" Lionel turned, puzzled. "Oh, yes the chill. You'll get use to it." His face looked bright and alive while the other four went pale . . . there was something about this section of the building that made them so tired . . . .
Briar brain seemed to be working slower and slower for him with each step. Or the suspicious one would of caught the words:
~"You'll get use to it."~ within a wink of an eye.
The ceiling was like a huge dome that circled and lend the eye (if not already) to two huge black doors.
"There," said Lionel. They went through the abnormal blacker than black doors and ended up pitch dark room. Daja flared up her hand with heat that glowed; Tris drew a tiny, unruly piece of lighting that refused to be totally tame and flicked. Briar and Sandry drew close to the two.
Scared of the dark, Sandry kept a thread from her dress and put in some magic within it, just in case. "Lionel. Lionel? Where are you?" she asked.
They heard a snap of fingers and "fires" for went up in the room. An odd sort of fire because everything was still over shadowed yet they could see so clearly. Lionel was at the corner of the huge room where a hole in the center of the dome could be found. Starlight beamed down on seven objects on a high dais, six of them curiously stained. They were broken discs.
They don't shine with magic like normal bigili*, thought the Trader. What's wrong with them? The discs have a mist of darkness about them.
With a start Briar realized the stains were blood and the black mist around them where unmagic which shined darkness-it was so tainted.
Lionel was smiling. A shadow left his body and suddenly his form fell to the floor like a ragged doll. "Stupid human," a scratching voice from the shadow spat. "Always resisting Master's plans."
Daja and Briar cursed, Tris felt the air sucked out of her. Sandry gasped. "Oh yes." The silhouette of darkness smiled callously. At the back of the mouth molten red fire could be easily seen. "Master wants thee-especially ye," it remarked coming closer to Tris.
The dark shadow grabbed her face painfully, it's death magic and blistered, coal-like skin intertwine; scalding her and sucking out her life energy. It's molten eyes burned the back of her eyes as it stared at her contemptuously as if searching for what it's master could see in her. She tried to get away and struggled but each time her magic and strength was pulled out painfully.
"Get your hands off of her!" Briar yelled as he lunged forward. The creature evaded him but it wasn't ready for the surprise attack from Daja who was ready to wield the fire from the wall and throw it. The fire instead, grasped onto her-like a parasite-pilfering her magic.
She cursed. "This isn't fire!" When it was off she held her hand to her breast, wounded like it was. For the first time in her life she knew what it was like to be burned. Briar rolled off the floor, getting up and really to attack.
Sandry was helping the dazed Tris when their both heads snapped up to the sound of the shade of darkness laughing; a laugh that sounded like fingernails scaring a chalkboard.
"Fools!" it condemned. "How can you harm the already dead? A dead that thrives in the darkness when darkness is so plentiful in this realm?"
"Shade," a familiar voice spoke. "You had your fun killing Niko-you know better then the harass the young ones. We need them." It was the old man's voice "Isn't it so my blood-cousin, Trisana Steel Eyes?"
Cousin? Cousin Aymery? Tris's mind went in whirls of disbelief. Wasn't it at the first meeting that she thought that morbid, scared face looked so similar? However, those eyes. . . yes, Aymery's eyes-but dead. But that voice. . . no, not her cousin's.
Enahar's voice. The pirate that wanted to enslave her and her friends was in her once-dead cousin's body.
________________________________________________________________________
R2R
Deirdre of the grey kingdom~ Damn, you know half of the whole story. Did you expect the Enahar thing? Thanx for the advice you won't mind me taking some of the idea of the 'accident' thing, will you? Your so nice to me! I love you!! (U know what I mean) Storm Mage~Your updating?! Praise the Lord! Insh-Allah after I put this up I'm running to your story! Sliverwitch~Thanx so much! Got advice?! Clearbrook~You just too kind! You KNOW your stories are better than mine but thanks for the really sweet comment about the chapter, hope you like this one. (I do!) Priestess of the Storm~Thanks so much you've always took the time to review, believe me-they help a lot. Jishoshojo~Kool! I've always tried to do that about those characters that show up once. I like to image they have lives of their own. stargirl2004~So, you like the fluff, uh? I'm glad you didn't think it was korny. When I read the chapter again (so I could write this one) I laughed at myself. However, I'm very pleased that you enjoy it. Don't worry, I laugh at ALL my fluff. EloraCooper4~What did you think of Lionel in this chappie-how did you think about the WHOLE chapter? Have you updated? Sors~Thanx! Insh-Allah I'll update "Shadow Spinner" I think you'll really like it! ;)
Zakyu: Knock, Knock.
Muslima: Who's there?
Zakyu: Soup.
Muslima: Soup Who?
Zakyu: Souper (super) Man Zakyu! Hahahahahahahaa!
Muslima: |!~_~!| *Is it just me?* Zakyu, pots an pots 4 the bad joke!
Zakyu: Mercy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Muslima's birthday was on May 26.
Happy Birthday 2 Clearbrook whose birthday was on April the 25th I believe. (Damn, I've been gone long!)
If I have not dictated a chapter to you, please tell me. And if you have a birthday coming up, tell me! ^________^
*Trader word meaning an object that stores magic or an object that's magicked.
Have a great summer!!!