AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, it has been a looooooooooooooong time since I
updated. But I've been piled up with homework ever since the beginning of
the school year, and as for the summer, well.I.umm.okay I just didn't think
about during most of the summer. When I did though, I was always busy, I'm
sorry! I hope you guys will still read on from here.
I would like to say fashionably late, but.
Orphen: The New Beginning
Chapter 06: GOOSE CHASE
The sun has started to rise and Hartia walks the stone floors of the tower. Each stone feeling harder than ever.
Hartia's mind finally seemed to be clearing after the intense fears he had. Looking out the a nearby window, he could see the courtyard, taking what seemed forever to melt the ice that clung to every part of the trees and walls in the courtyard. As Hartia saw this view of Zain's power, he couldn't but how helpless the situation seemed to be.
His thoughts continued to slip into hopelessness, until he heard the sounds of a person in deep sadness. Crying as if the person had suffered some deep loss. As Hartia looked toward the room where the crying was coming from, he noticed the name on the door: Kyra. Hartia could not help but feel sorry for Kyra, remember that there are, and possibly would be, others who lost friends and family. But there was no doubt that Kyra had lost much more than that. Much more.
***
Dortin continues his overnight work on digging for the buried "treasure", complaining all the while.
Dortin took a clump of dirt out of the ground after finally getting past the rocks, panting tiredly. But Volcan still continued his deep sleep, accompanied by loud snoring.
"Why do I always have to get stuck doing the dirty work?" said Dortin.
Another clump of dirt was dug out of the ground with Dortin panting greately. But still Volcan continued his sleeping, and his snoring.
"I mean, I'm to everyone, including Volcan, and still get treated like this dirt here!" said Dortin, a little bit of aggravation in his voice.
Another clump of dirt was gone, and Dortin's still went on. While Volcan still slept on.
"What did I do to deserve this? The worst thing I've ever done was squash a fly!" Dortin spoke again with the aggravation ever so slightly.
Another clump, a few more pants, and Volcan still snored.
"I've just gotten so sick of being this way!" Dortin screamed with more anger then aggravation.
A clump of dirt was instead slung, Dortin is now yelling, and Volcan ends up with a huge clump of dirt in his face.
***
Hartia didn't take but one step into the room when he was suddenly stopped by one of the Tower's guards.
"Master Hartia!" the guard exclaimed.
Hartia had been watching Kyra for a while, and now thanks to the guard, Kyra was staring back. He quickly turned his head to face the guard, slightly embarrassed that a student had caught him staring, and more than a little angry at the guard for draing attention.
"What is it!?" Hartia said with a poisonous tone in his voice.
The guard was taken slightly aback by the reaction the usually calm Master was showing. But he quickly regained his composure enough to say,"Y- Yes, well there was a scream outside in the graveyard, probably a little girl by the sound of it."
Hartia, realizing how rude he had just acted said in a calm voice, "Try to find whoever it was and have them sent to the dungeon if it was anyone but a student, we can only assume it is a grave-robber."
The guard left with a quick, "Yes Master", to return to his duties.
After that, Hartia realized Kyra had been staring the entire time and he stepped inside the room.
"Hello Kyra" Hartia said in a comforting voice. Kyra acknowledged the greeting with a nod, but that was all. "I'm if I caused you any discomfort when you saw me staring; I just noticed you were crying and-"
"That's allright" Kyra interrupted, not giving Hartia a chance to continue. "You can sit down, you know," she said in a depressed voice. Hartia had been standing as still as a statue as Kyra had been talking. So he gladly accepted the offer by taking the chair near Kyra's desk and the door, opposite the bed she was sitting on.
"Thank you," Hartia said in a cheerful voice while sitting down in the chair. Kyra did not even seem to notice the remark. With her only movement being turning her head away. She was sitting, arms cossed in her lap, at the foot of the bed on the right side, farthest from Hartia.
Hartia then quickly removed the cheery face. He stood right back up and made a motion toward the door. "So," he said, shutting the door after he realized it was still open. "You miss him, don't you?"
***
Volcan quickly stirred back to consciousness, after a few choice words, that is. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Dortin!?" Dortin quickly dropped the shovel and reeled back into the farthest dark corner of the grave.
"Well-I-I-I mean," he stuttered for a long time. Dortin couldn't exactly find the words he was looking for because of the way the morning sun shone down on Volcan made him look very sinister. And the shovel now in his hands didn't help either.
"I'm tryin' to get a good night, morning, and possibly afternoon rest when you just decide, 'Hey, why don't I wake Volcan up with a huge load of dirt to his face', is that it?!" Dortin kept ranting, shovel now in the air and ready to come down on poor Dortin at a moments notice. And Dortin was rolled up in a fetal position ready for Volcan to do just that.
"Well, I suppose I'll just have to teach you a lesson then!" Volcan continued on, "Don't ever try and hit your big bro-gghh". Volcan was stopped short after being picked up by the same guard who had told Hartia about the scream. And Volcan was now being held at eye-level by the feet, stammering very nervously.
"So, a nosy troll is it?" the guard said, staring with an annoying glare at Volcan, "Well it looks like your going to take a nice trip to the dungeon where you can nose around all day." As the guard started to walk back to the Tower, Dortin crawled out of the cenotaph and into the sunlight. While he had been cowering in the dark corner from Volcan the guard had not noticed him.
After Dortin realized what had happened, he started to smile and laugh with joy. Shouting out loud, "I'm free! Free! At last I'm free", Dortin leaped around the cenotaph and did what looked like a dance. After a short while though, he stopped and looked in the direction had been taken. His arms quickly dropped to his sides and he let out a big sigh, saying, "Aw, who am I kidding? I'm coming Volcan." With that he started to run to where his brother had gone.
***
Orphen, Majic and Cleao had been searching the woods for a few hours now. Well, not so much searching as there was running. Majic had met more than his share of tree branches along the way and Cleao was having a hard time keeping up with Orphen's breakneck pace. But she had finally had enough.
"All right! That's it Orphen!" Cleao's loud scream had brought Orphen back to them and he quickly turned around to face them with a surprised look on his face. "We've been running around in these woods for well over an hour now", continued Cleao, "And you haven't even told us why we're running around out here and now I'm sick of it!"
Majic had finally caught up, the large pack on his back present, enough to hear Cleao's screaming. "And let's not forget I'm the one with all the bags here", Majic complained, "AND, I've got so many splinters in my face I can't even count them!"
"Whatever it is Orphen," Cleao started up again, "I'm sure it can't be important enough to send us running aimlessly into the woods for hours!" Cleao then realized something, "Or is it?"
Orphen looked into both his apprentice's splinter ridden face and the face of the girl who he used to think for a long time was just there to annoy him. "The bartender at that saloon said he saw a man who looked like Zain looking for Azalie" Orphen said with his voice relatively calm, "He has a full day ahead of us and he might hurt Azalie if we don't find her."
"Well we better hurry then!" Majic spouted out. Orphen about fell over when heard Majic say this. Cleao just put a hand to her face as if she had a headache.
Orphen quickly recovered from Majic's stating of the obvious and gave an aggravated sigh. "What do you think we've been doing this entire time!?" Orphen said through clenched teeth. Orphen looked as if he was ready to pounce and Majic quickly put his hands up in defense with a scared look on his face.
Cleao removed her hand from her face and said in a calm voice, "I would like to say you're usually patient Orphen, but." Cleao never finished her sentence, but Leki, who had been inside Cleao's backpack while they were running, appeared and seemed to smell something in the air. "What is it boy" Cleao asked Leki. The small wolfen looked into the air and gave a loud bark to show what he had smelt, smoke.
"Master, do you think some things on fire" asked Majic, putting down his arms since Orphen didn't seem as mad now.
Orphen looked up at the smoke and replied, "No, it's too thin to smoke from a forest fire. It's probably just coming from a campfire." Orphen's eyes widened after it dawned on him where the smoke might be coming from. 'Azalie' he thought, and quickly took off again without telling Majic or Cleao what was going on.
"Orphen, wait up!" Cleao shouted after Orphen. Cleao and Majic then, for the second time that day, tried to catch up with the fast sorcerer.
***
Kyra looked into the floor after what Hartia had asked her. Miss him? That didn't even come close to how she felt about how bad she felt about losing Shane. They had been together so long she had not even thought of how she would felt if he was gone. She longed for him and felt that she would do anything to have him come back.
She brought her green eyes up to meet Hartia's gold ones. His red hair seemed to glow crimson in the morning light in much the same way it was probably doing to hers too. She was surprised to hear the question come from him, never knowing how many people knew of the couple's relationship. Still, miss him?
Kyra gave her answer in one simple word, "Yes".
***
Azalie was reading one of the many newly acquired books she had in her cabin. She read the book out loud, as if she were reading it to the baby in her now swollen stomach.
"The brave warrior approached the evil king's castle showing no fear", she read on. She thought of the kinds of books she used to read at the Tower. Each one read just so she could gain more and more power. Azalie was happy that she could read such entertaining books now, especially reading to the one she so dearly loved.
Suddenly, she heard a noise from outside in the woods and she slowly put the book down and got up to check the noise. When she made it to the window, she noticed three people looking around at the edge of the clearing. When they spotted the cabin and started to move toward her home, her first thought was they were thieves. But she then noticed the faces of one of the crowd, the face of an old childhood friend.
After noticing the first person, the other two's faces came quickly to her mind. Her deep red eyes filled with joy as she smiled about seeing the one person who had always been by her side as a child. And one of the few people who cared for her while she was that monstrous Bloody August.
Her mouth formed the words as she spoke the name, "Krylancelo".
END CHAPTER 06
FOOTNOTE: I was going to make this chapter a little longer, but staring at a computer screen is bad for your eyes, you know. They end up looking like this@_@. Anyways, hope some of you are out there reading, sorry if you had to reread the other chapters to remember what was going on. I would like to thank Seeker() for helping me through with the reviews to help me start back on this story. It's true I was lazy during the summer. But, as luck would have it, I ended up doing about five projects in my classes when I started the story again. Well, since its Christmas vacation I should be able to get at least one more chapter out before school begins. Thanks again, Seeker(). Since I know everyone has been dying to do it, please review. Or if you want to, flame me, it was pretty late after all.
I would like to say fashionably late, but.
Orphen: The New Beginning
Chapter 06: GOOSE CHASE
The sun has started to rise and Hartia walks the stone floors of the tower. Each stone feeling harder than ever.
Hartia's mind finally seemed to be clearing after the intense fears he had. Looking out the a nearby window, he could see the courtyard, taking what seemed forever to melt the ice that clung to every part of the trees and walls in the courtyard. As Hartia saw this view of Zain's power, he couldn't but how helpless the situation seemed to be.
His thoughts continued to slip into hopelessness, until he heard the sounds of a person in deep sadness. Crying as if the person had suffered some deep loss. As Hartia looked toward the room where the crying was coming from, he noticed the name on the door: Kyra. Hartia could not help but feel sorry for Kyra, remember that there are, and possibly would be, others who lost friends and family. But there was no doubt that Kyra had lost much more than that. Much more.
***
Dortin continues his overnight work on digging for the buried "treasure", complaining all the while.
Dortin took a clump of dirt out of the ground after finally getting past the rocks, panting tiredly. But Volcan still continued his deep sleep, accompanied by loud snoring.
"Why do I always have to get stuck doing the dirty work?" said Dortin.
Another clump of dirt was dug out of the ground with Dortin panting greately. But still Volcan continued his sleeping, and his snoring.
"I mean, I'm to everyone, including Volcan, and still get treated like this dirt here!" said Dortin, a little bit of aggravation in his voice.
Another clump of dirt was gone, and Dortin's still went on. While Volcan still slept on.
"What did I do to deserve this? The worst thing I've ever done was squash a fly!" Dortin spoke again with the aggravation ever so slightly.
Another clump, a few more pants, and Volcan still snored.
"I've just gotten so sick of being this way!" Dortin screamed with more anger then aggravation.
A clump of dirt was instead slung, Dortin is now yelling, and Volcan ends up with a huge clump of dirt in his face.
***
Hartia didn't take but one step into the room when he was suddenly stopped by one of the Tower's guards.
"Master Hartia!" the guard exclaimed.
Hartia had been watching Kyra for a while, and now thanks to the guard, Kyra was staring back. He quickly turned his head to face the guard, slightly embarrassed that a student had caught him staring, and more than a little angry at the guard for draing attention.
"What is it!?" Hartia said with a poisonous tone in his voice.
The guard was taken slightly aback by the reaction the usually calm Master was showing. But he quickly regained his composure enough to say,"Y- Yes, well there was a scream outside in the graveyard, probably a little girl by the sound of it."
Hartia, realizing how rude he had just acted said in a calm voice, "Try to find whoever it was and have them sent to the dungeon if it was anyone but a student, we can only assume it is a grave-robber."
The guard left with a quick, "Yes Master", to return to his duties.
After that, Hartia realized Kyra had been staring the entire time and he stepped inside the room.
"Hello Kyra" Hartia said in a comforting voice. Kyra acknowledged the greeting with a nod, but that was all. "I'm if I caused you any discomfort when you saw me staring; I just noticed you were crying and-"
"That's allright" Kyra interrupted, not giving Hartia a chance to continue. "You can sit down, you know," she said in a depressed voice. Hartia had been standing as still as a statue as Kyra had been talking. So he gladly accepted the offer by taking the chair near Kyra's desk and the door, opposite the bed she was sitting on.
"Thank you," Hartia said in a cheerful voice while sitting down in the chair. Kyra did not even seem to notice the remark. With her only movement being turning her head away. She was sitting, arms cossed in her lap, at the foot of the bed on the right side, farthest from Hartia.
Hartia then quickly removed the cheery face. He stood right back up and made a motion toward the door. "So," he said, shutting the door after he realized it was still open. "You miss him, don't you?"
***
Volcan quickly stirred back to consciousness, after a few choice words, that is. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Dortin!?" Dortin quickly dropped the shovel and reeled back into the farthest dark corner of the grave.
"Well-I-I-I mean," he stuttered for a long time. Dortin couldn't exactly find the words he was looking for because of the way the morning sun shone down on Volcan made him look very sinister. And the shovel now in his hands didn't help either.
"I'm tryin' to get a good night, morning, and possibly afternoon rest when you just decide, 'Hey, why don't I wake Volcan up with a huge load of dirt to his face', is that it?!" Dortin kept ranting, shovel now in the air and ready to come down on poor Dortin at a moments notice. And Dortin was rolled up in a fetal position ready for Volcan to do just that.
"Well, I suppose I'll just have to teach you a lesson then!" Volcan continued on, "Don't ever try and hit your big bro-gghh". Volcan was stopped short after being picked up by the same guard who had told Hartia about the scream. And Volcan was now being held at eye-level by the feet, stammering very nervously.
"So, a nosy troll is it?" the guard said, staring with an annoying glare at Volcan, "Well it looks like your going to take a nice trip to the dungeon where you can nose around all day." As the guard started to walk back to the Tower, Dortin crawled out of the cenotaph and into the sunlight. While he had been cowering in the dark corner from Volcan the guard had not noticed him.
After Dortin realized what had happened, he started to smile and laugh with joy. Shouting out loud, "I'm free! Free! At last I'm free", Dortin leaped around the cenotaph and did what looked like a dance. After a short while though, he stopped and looked in the direction had been taken. His arms quickly dropped to his sides and he let out a big sigh, saying, "Aw, who am I kidding? I'm coming Volcan." With that he started to run to where his brother had gone.
***
Orphen, Majic and Cleao had been searching the woods for a few hours now. Well, not so much searching as there was running. Majic had met more than his share of tree branches along the way and Cleao was having a hard time keeping up with Orphen's breakneck pace. But she had finally had enough.
"All right! That's it Orphen!" Cleao's loud scream had brought Orphen back to them and he quickly turned around to face them with a surprised look on his face. "We've been running around in these woods for well over an hour now", continued Cleao, "And you haven't even told us why we're running around out here and now I'm sick of it!"
Majic had finally caught up, the large pack on his back present, enough to hear Cleao's screaming. "And let's not forget I'm the one with all the bags here", Majic complained, "AND, I've got so many splinters in my face I can't even count them!"
"Whatever it is Orphen," Cleao started up again, "I'm sure it can't be important enough to send us running aimlessly into the woods for hours!" Cleao then realized something, "Or is it?"
Orphen looked into both his apprentice's splinter ridden face and the face of the girl who he used to think for a long time was just there to annoy him. "The bartender at that saloon said he saw a man who looked like Zain looking for Azalie" Orphen said with his voice relatively calm, "He has a full day ahead of us and he might hurt Azalie if we don't find her."
"Well we better hurry then!" Majic spouted out. Orphen about fell over when heard Majic say this. Cleao just put a hand to her face as if she had a headache.
Orphen quickly recovered from Majic's stating of the obvious and gave an aggravated sigh. "What do you think we've been doing this entire time!?" Orphen said through clenched teeth. Orphen looked as if he was ready to pounce and Majic quickly put his hands up in defense with a scared look on his face.
Cleao removed her hand from her face and said in a calm voice, "I would like to say you're usually patient Orphen, but." Cleao never finished her sentence, but Leki, who had been inside Cleao's backpack while they were running, appeared and seemed to smell something in the air. "What is it boy" Cleao asked Leki. The small wolfen looked into the air and gave a loud bark to show what he had smelt, smoke.
"Master, do you think some things on fire" asked Majic, putting down his arms since Orphen didn't seem as mad now.
Orphen looked up at the smoke and replied, "No, it's too thin to smoke from a forest fire. It's probably just coming from a campfire." Orphen's eyes widened after it dawned on him where the smoke might be coming from. 'Azalie' he thought, and quickly took off again without telling Majic or Cleao what was going on.
"Orphen, wait up!" Cleao shouted after Orphen. Cleao and Majic then, for the second time that day, tried to catch up with the fast sorcerer.
***
Kyra looked into the floor after what Hartia had asked her. Miss him? That didn't even come close to how she felt about how bad she felt about losing Shane. They had been together so long she had not even thought of how she would felt if he was gone. She longed for him and felt that she would do anything to have him come back.
She brought her green eyes up to meet Hartia's gold ones. His red hair seemed to glow crimson in the morning light in much the same way it was probably doing to hers too. She was surprised to hear the question come from him, never knowing how many people knew of the couple's relationship. Still, miss him?
Kyra gave her answer in one simple word, "Yes".
***
Azalie was reading one of the many newly acquired books she had in her cabin. She read the book out loud, as if she were reading it to the baby in her now swollen stomach.
"The brave warrior approached the evil king's castle showing no fear", she read on. She thought of the kinds of books she used to read at the Tower. Each one read just so she could gain more and more power. Azalie was happy that she could read such entertaining books now, especially reading to the one she so dearly loved.
Suddenly, she heard a noise from outside in the woods and she slowly put the book down and got up to check the noise. When she made it to the window, she noticed three people looking around at the edge of the clearing. When they spotted the cabin and started to move toward her home, her first thought was they were thieves. But she then noticed the faces of one of the crowd, the face of an old childhood friend.
After noticing the first person, the other two's faces came quickly to her mind. Her deep red eyes filled with joy as she smiled about seeing the one person who had always been by her side as a child. And one of the few people who cared for her while she was that monstrous Bloody August.
Her mouth formed the words as she spoke the name, "Krylancelo".
END CHAPTER 06
FOOTNOTE: I was going to make this chapter a little longer, but staring at a computer screen is bad for your eyes, you know. They end up looking like this@_@. Anyways, hope some of you are out there reading, sorry if you had to reread the other chapters to remember what was going on. I would like to thank Seeker() for helping me through with the reviews to help me start back on this story. It's true I was lazy during the summer. But, as luck would have it, I ended up doing about five projects in my classes when I started the story again. Well, since its Christmas vacation I should be able to get at least one more chapter out before school begins. Thanks again, Seeker(). Since I know everyone has been dying to do it, please review. Or if you want to, flame me, it was pretty late after all.