Author's Note: I updated. For the first time in long while. For one, I
wrote bits at camp and sent it home. Now, I'm home for one more day before
my other camp starts, so I'm working before you all yell at me.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THE IDEA OF SOAL, I JUST OWN A COPY OF IT! Get off my case, will ya?
Calmer Disclaimer: I currently do not own SOAL(Note the keyword: CURRENTLY), but if you want it for yourself, I'm sure SEGA and Overworks will take that in mind before they sue.
Aozora-Miyako Shuki = Thanks for the review! Over the next few chapters(I hope), Vyse's problem will be revealed.
Desert Lynx = I doubt that this chapter is longer thn the last, but I have no access to Internet for 3 weeks, and I'm trying to updte this story.
Thomas Fitzgibbons = I enjoy your enthusiasm, and yes, I know I was rushing a bit, and I've tried to slow this chapter down. However, I'm not an outline kind of person, and I like improvisation, so all my ideas are "spur of the moment", which sometimes doesn't work.
Saridaru-chan = Me, I'm just a newbie at this, and someone who desperately wants to be an author when she grows up. Sadly, I can't outline, and what good author doesn't outline? And I like long reviews, long chapters.... so I'd better get going.
Phantom Monkey = I am thankful that some people actually like my fics(ah HA! Hope!). Unforunately, these are fanficiton, not actual stories, so there goes my author dream. sigh
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Chapter Two: A Scrambled Mess of Things
The woman shook water out of her eyes and pulled an arrow out of her thigh. In the distance, she saw a shape running toward her. She hoped it wasn't Master.
It had all happened in a flash to her: Having failed to be on time to serve Master, being forced into a tank full of water, voices whispering "Give it up. She is of no use to us anymore.", falling...
She wanted to forget her torturer. He wasn't human. 'No kidding,' she thought, grimacing. His power had led him to assume the shape of a human. Too powerful. She closed her eyes and tried to remember her name just as the shadow knelt down beside her, clearly a human. His voice rang out, familiar.
"Tiria?" His rough hands pulled her into a sitting position, her head resting on his broad shoulder. A hint of recognition flashed through the woman's head. She closed her eyes to hold back the tears, but they still came down her cheeks. She couldn't feel her ribs, for when Master had beaten her, his magic had crippled her as well.
She felt the strong hands gently brush away the tears and heard him whisper silver magic. Instantly, the blood all over her face and back melted into her skin and her ribs chinked into place.
"Tiria, open your eyes." Who was this man talking to her, helping her? Did he...know her? Her mind raced with millions of questions. Was she Tiria? Nonetheless, she opened her eyes to see a pair of blue eyes gazing worriedly down at her. The same pair of eyes that haunted her dreams at night, the same pair that kept her sane. Only it wasn't a man's eyes.
Her hand trembled as she raised it to her mouth to cough. The man reached over and took her hand. "You're okay now, Tiria, don't worry. Erie is back at the house."
"Erie...." She smiled, failing slightly and coughing up blood.
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Lee came back to the guard with his machine gun. The guard eyed it while he nervously spoke.
"Look, kid, orders are orders, right? I'm supposed to let no one past these doors."
"Orders are orders, eh?" Lee raised the gun and jabbed the mouth at the guards jugular. The guard swallowed, then allowed him passage.
Inside the door, Lee sighed and shouldered the gun. He walked over to a decoy lifeboat, the one that Captain sent his loyal officers in to yell for help, then ambush the innocent filthy Blue Rogues that would definitely attempt to "rescue" the soldier. Inside the small lifeboat ws a large brown sack, thick rope, and a Noxus Box.
Grudgingly, Lee swung himself into the boat and left the attack ship. Gainf back, he saw that the ship was shaped like the Captain's former form. Itt was very serene looking, to lure in good-intended air Pirates in to get a good shot at them. He shivered for a moment at the raw destruction in front of him, then set his jaw and set forth on his journey.
The wind ruffled his jacket, and the small picture threatened to escape. The small innocent blue eyes on the girl's face showed laughter.
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Vyse's dull eyes clearly alarmed Fina. She was used to the determined sparkle in his eyes everytime he set his mind on something, everytime he was sailing. Sure, he was sailing.
And all three of them had set their mind on finding someone who had been missing for two years.
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AN: I am EXTREMELY sorry for not making this chapter longer; if I leave it for the next three weeks, then I will forget about it, so I just had to finish it and upload it. Review, please!
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THE IDEA OF SOAL, I JUST OWN A COPY OF IT! Get off my case, will ya?
Calmer Disclaimer: I currently do not own SOAL(Note the keyword: CURRENTLY), but if you want it for yourself, I'm sure SEGA and Overworks will take that in mind before they sue.
Aozora-Miyako Shuki = Thanks for the review! Over the next few chapters(I hope), Vyse's problem will be revealed.
Desert Lynx = I doubt that this chapter is longer thn the last, but I have no access to Internet for 3 weeks, and I'm trying to updte this story.
Thomas Fitzgibbons = I enjoy your enthusiasm, and yes, I know I was rushing a bit, and I've tried to slow this chapter down. However, I'm not an outline kind of person, and I like improvisation, so all my ideas are "spur of the moment", which sometimes doesn't work.
Saridaru-chan = Me, I'm just a newbie at this, and someone who desperately wants to be an author when she grows up. Sadly, I can't outline, and what good author doesn't outline? And I like long reviews, long chapters.... so I'd better get going.
Phantom Monkey = I am thankful that some people actually like my fics(ah HA! Hope!). Unforunately, these are fanficiton, not actual stories, so there goes my author dream. sigh
00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Chapter Two: A Scrambled Mess of Things
The woman shook water out of her eyes and pulled an arrow out of her thigh. In the distance, she saw a shape running toward her. She hoped it wasn't Master.
It had all happened in a flash to her: Having failed to be on time to serve Master, being forced into a tank full of water, voices whispering "Give it up. She is of no use to us anymore.", falling...
She wanted to forget her torturer. He wasn't human. 'No kidding,' she thought, grimacing. His power had led him to assume the shape of a human. Too powerful. She closed her eyes and tried to remember her name just as the shadow knelt down beside her, clearly a human. His voice rang out, familiar.
"Tiria?" His rough hands pulled her into a sitting position, her head resting on his broad shoulder. A hint of recognition flashed through the woman's head. She closed her eyes to hold back the tears, but they still came down her cheeks. She couldn't feel her ribs, for when Master had beaten her, his magic had crippled her as well.
She felt the strong hands gently brush away the tears and heard him whisper silver magic. Instantly, the blood all over her face and back melted into her skin and her ribs chinked into place.
"Tiria, open your eyes." Who was this man talking to her, helping her? Did he...know her? Her mind raced with millions of questions. Was she Tiria? Nonetheless, she opened her eyes to see a pair of blue eyes gazing worriedly down at her. The same pair of eyes that haunted her dreams at night, the same pair that kept her sane. Only it wasn't a man's eyes.
Her hand trembled as she raised it to her mouth to cough. The man reached over and took her hand. "You're okay now, Tiria, don't worry. Erie is back at the house."
"Erie...." She smiled, failing slightly and coughing up blood.
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Lee came back to the guard with his machine gun. The guard eyed it while he nervously spoke.
"Look, kid, orders are orders, right? I'm supposed to let no one past these doors."
"Orders are orders, eh?" Lee raised the gun and jabbed the mouth at the guards jugular. The guard swallowed, then allowed him passage.
Inside the door, Lee sighed and shouldered the gun. He walked over to a decoy lifeboat, the one that Captain sent his loyal officers in to yell for help, then ambush the innocent filthy Blue Rogues that would definitely attempt to "rescue" the soldier. Inside the small lifeboat ws a large brown sack, thick rope, and a Noxus Box.
Grudgingly, Lee swung himself into the boat and left the attack ship. Gainf back, he saw that the ship was shaped like the Captain's former form. Itt was very serene looking, to lure in good-intended air Pirates in to get a good shot at them. He shivered for a moment at the raw destruction in front of him, then set his jaw and set forth on his journey.
The wind ruffled his jacket, and the small picture threatened to escape. The small innocent blue eyes on the girl's face showed laughter.
000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Vyse's dull eyes clearly alarmed Fina. She was used to the determined sparkle in his eyes everytime he set his mind on something, everytime he was sailing. Sure, he was sailing.
And all three of them had set their mind on finding someone who had been missing for two years.
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AN: I am EXTREMELY sorry for not making this chapter longer; if I leave it for the next three weeks, then I will forget about it, so I just had to finish it and upload it. Review, please!