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For all of my readers who are not Zuma you may, if you chose to skip the following message and go straight to the stars that mark the beginning, you may however if you would care to listen to nuit make a total idiot of her self feel free the read it. If you don't understand the point of this message you can go read my reviews and look for Zuma's review from chapter 4 (but then why would all you kind people want to laugh hysterically at my stupidity. what the Hell am I saying. That's half of the whole story.)
Ahem! Before I begin I would like to once again address Zuma. First thank you for that tid bit about Roger. He will be 33 in this story. Second Yes I am aware that I have crappy spelling and grammar (as a matter of fact before I go and use spell check let me say that I misspelled the work grammar and thank you. Which I just did again. Oh great now I confused myself.) I have issues with spelling and stuff (so I don't misspell grammar again. wait. DANG!!!) That is medically (I misspelled this word to.) recognized. Third yes I am aware of the fact that the Shang never takes on magical students, however (as you learn later on in my story) that detail plays a MAJOR ROLL. (Hint hint major giveaway to my plot). (Nuit mutters to self while Nuit's annoying sisters are reading your review over her shoulder and laughing about the grammar comment. Finally Nuit sighs) I will make an effort to improve my spelling and stuff (HAHAHAHAHAHA I didn't use the word HAHAHAHAHA I didn't use grammar.CRAP!!!)In all future chapters. (Nuit leaves computer temporarily to go beat the crap out of her sister, Camille, Caprice, and Catharine. She also would like to point out she is using there full names just to piss them off because the hate it and they made her wake up at 6 FREAKIN .AM)
(Well. they where stars when I typed them.)
Devon mounted Red, her every reliable pony and sighed.
The Shang is good people. Perhaps they'll take me one even with my magic. I should tell Alanna only non-gifted people are the Shang. No, best not to break her heart this early in the trip. Devon thought tiredly.
She glanced up at Alanna and Thom. Both wore capes wrapped tight around themselves.
'Father didn't even come out to say good bye'
Why she had hoped he would she could never fathom. Her father despised she. All she was was a reminder of a drunken night one of the rare times he went into court. Looking up at her father's study window, she saw him watching them; She stared back up at him. For one moment violet eyes met violet eyes (yes Devon has violet eyes). Her father scowled and turned away. Devon studied the side of his face as he focused on the twins. He hair was dirty blond streaked with gray; he had the same skin tone as Alanna and Thom. And his hair was the same color as Devon's. He had the same nose as Alanna and Thom too. Devon and her siblings used to look at portraits of him as a child, a teen, and a young man. He had always looked happy and was always smiled. Devon remembered what Coram had once whispered when Alanna asked what had killed her mother. With the children, only 3 at the time had been in going to sleep. When Alanna's childish voice had rung out.
"Coram?"
"Aye, Lass" He replied putting down the storybook she held.
"How did our mama die?" Alanna stared up at her a, eyes full of innocence and naivety.
Coram froze and was silent for several minutes. When he finally spoke his voice was slow as if he chose each word carefully.
"Your ma died because she was. tired. It was not more than an hour after you and Thom where.delivered.by the.the um.stork "
"Stork?"
"A big bird that delivers babies to ma's and da's"
The little girl frowned. "What about Devy?"
Coram hesitated. "Devon has a different ma than you and Thom"
"How?" Alanna looked puzzled.
"Um.. Well. She."
"Did the stork mess-up and take her to the wrong mama?"
".Yes.yes that's right. He took Devon to the wrong Ma."
".Why was my mama so tired?"
"What?"
"You said she died because she was tiered. Why was she so tired?" Alanna's eyes had begun to close her voice slurred with sleep. Thom who had been awake for most of the conversation finally drifted of.
"Sometimes little lass Ma's just get tired."
Alanna was already asleep. Coram stoop with an angered sigh.
"And sometimes there tired because their hearts are broken" Coram murmured quietly, to himself not the children as he left the nursery.
Devon lay awake for many hours, her childish mind trying to grasp the concept of a person dying from a broken heart.
Devon watched her father till his face left the window. Not for the first time in her life she wondered exactly why Lord Alan had went to court despite how much he hated it. She wondered why he got drunk when he was usually responsible with alcohol of any kind. She wondered why he had broken his wife's spirit for a night of sex from a woman who couldn't even remember.
And she wondered who that woman was.
For all of my readers who are not Zuma you may, if you chose to skip the following message and go straight to the stars that mark the beginning, you may however if you would care to listen to nuit make a total idiot of her self feel free the read it. If you don't understand the point of this message you can go read my reviews and look for Zuma's review from chapter 4 (but then why would all you kind people want to laugh hysterically at my stupidity. what the Hell am I saying. That's half of the whole story.)
Ahem! Before I begin I would like to once again address Zuma. First thank you for that tid bit about Roger. He will be 33 in this story. Second Yes I am aware that I have crappy spelling and grammar (as a matter of fact before I go and use spell check let me say that I misspelled the work grammar and thank you. Which I just did again. Oh great now I confused myself.) I have issues with spelling and stuff (so I don't misspell grammar again. wait. DANG!!!) That is medically (I misspelled this word to.) recognized. Third yes I am aware of the fact that the Shang never takes on magical students, however (as you learn later on in my story) that detail plays a MAJOR ROLL. (Hint hint major giveaway to my plot). (Nuit mutters to self while Nuit's annoying sisters are reading your review over her shoulder and laughing about the grammar comment. Finally Nuit sighs) I will make an effort to improve my spelling and stuff (HAHAHAHAHAHA I didn't use the word HAHAHAHAHA I didn't use grammar.CRAP!!!)In all future chapters. (Nuit leaves computer temporarily to go beat the crap out of her sister, Camille, Caprice, and Catharine. She also would like to point out she is using there full names just to piss them off because the hate it and they made her wake up at 6 FREAKIN .AM)
(Well. they where stars when I typed them.)
Devon mounted Red, her every reliable pony and sighed.
The Shang is good people. Perhaps they'll take me one even with my magic. I should tell Alanna only non-gifted people are the Shang. No, best not to break her heart this early in the trip. Devon thought tiredly.
She glanced up at Alanna and Thom. Both wore capes wrapped tight around themselves.
'Father didn't even come out to say good bye'
Why she had hoped he would she could never fathom. Her father despised she. All she was was a reminder of a drunken night one of the rare times he went into court. Looking up at her father's study window, she saw him watching them; She stared back up at him. For one moment violet eyes met violet eyes (yes Devon has violet eyes). Her father scowled and turned away. Devon studied the side of his face as he focused on the twins. He hair was dirty blond streaked with gray; he had the same skin tone as Alanna and Thom. And his hair was the same color as Devon's. He had the same nose as Alanna and Thom too. Devon and her siblings used to look at portraits of him as a child, a teen, and a young man. He had always looked happy and was always smiled. Devon remembered what Coram had once whispered when Alanna asked what had killed her mother. With the children, only 3 at the time had been in going to sleep. When Alanna's childish voice had rung out.
"Coram?"
"Aye, Lass" He replied putting down the storybook she held.
"How did our mama die?" Alanna stared up at her a, eyes full of innocence and naivety.
Coram froze and was silent for several minutes. When he finally spoke his voice was slow as if he chose each word carefully.
"Your ma died because she was. tired. It was not more than an hour after you and Thom where.delivered.by the.the um.stork "
"Stork?"
"A big bird that delivers babies to ma's and da's"
The little girl frowned. "What about Devy?"
Coram hesitated. "Devon has a different ma than you and Thom"
"How?" Alanna looked puzzled.
"Um.. Well. She."
"Did the stork mess-up and take her to the wrong mama?"
".Yes.yes that's right. He took Devon to the wrong Ma."
".Why was my mama so tired?"
"What?"
"You said she died because she was tiered. Why was she so tired?" Alanna's eyes had begun to close her voice slurred with sleep. Thom who had been awake for most of the conversation finally drifted of.
"Sometimes little lass Ma's just get tired."
Alanna was already asleep. Coram stoop with an angered sigh.
"And sometimes there tired because their hearts are broken" Coram murmured quietly, to himself not the children as he left the nursery.
Devon lay awake for many hours, her childish mind trying to grasp the concept of a person dying from a broken heart.
Devon watched her father till his face left the window. Not for the first time in her life she wondered exactly why Lord Alan had went to court despite how much he hated it. She wondered why he got drunk when he was usually responsible with alcohol of any kind. She wondered why he had broken his wife's spirit for a night of sex from a woman who couldn't even remember.
And she wondered who that woman was.