Blaze: Yes, yes, you all hate me because I didn't update for a while. But..
HUTTAH!! Here is a new chapter that was not in the first story line, so I
had to write it out, because I've already written 33 pages of story. So.
HAH!
Squid: and she wanted to say that she doesn't own holes, but envies Luis Sacher very, very much.
Blaze: BECAUSE ANY ONE WHO OWNS THE PEOPLE OFF HOLES DESERVES TO BE ENVIED!!!!!!!!!!! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermadia Stitches was Blaze's Great- Great- Grandmother. She worked for Madame Zeroni, aiding her in potions, and caring for her. She loved Elya Yelnats the first time she saw him, which was when he was talking to Madame Zeroni about Myra Menke. She realized that she could not compete with Myra's beauty, and quickly shut the idea out of her head. One day, however, she was crying in her room when Madame Zeroni sauntered in on her wheelchair.
" My dear, what is the matter?" Madame Zeroni asked Hermadia in a comforting voice.
" Oh, M- Madame Zer- Zeroni, I love Elya Yelnats, that boy you were talking to outside. B- but he loves Myra Menke, and is set on getting her hand in marriage!" Hermadia sobbed into her pillow,
" My dear," Madame Zeroni started, " Myras' head is as empty as a flowerpot, and soon, Elya will come to his senses and realize what a mistake we would have made had he married her. Besides, you are much more beautiful than 7 Myra's put together."
" Re- Really?" Hermadia sniffed, looking up from her pillow. Her cheeks were really red and her eyes blood- shot from crying, but she was beautiful all the same. " And how do you know that he will not marry Myra? He seems to love her so."
" Do not doubt the tellings of Madame Zeroni," She said smiling, " She knows these things."
The next day is rained, and Hermadia decided she wanted to make a love potion for Elya. She set out a small vile and filled in with rain, the first step in making a love potion. She was going to leave to the market to gather ingredients, but Madame Zeroni came down with a terrible case of the flu, and when an elderly women has the flu, it is mandatory you look after them, you never know what might happen. So, Hermadia put the vile of ran on a chain around her neck, so she wouldn't lose it.
" In the back of the house," Madame Zeroni coughed one day, " There is a basket, not the wooden woven ones, do not touch those baskets girl, but the ones woven of animal hide, there is a medicine that will help me. Go get it for me girl."
Hermadia nodded, and went into the room at the back of the house. It was full of baskets, of all types, shapes, and sizes. She walked past the wooden woven baskets, which were cover and tied down. As she past one, it shook. Hermadia jumped, and backed away from the basket, and stumbled into more. The basket shook again, followed by two others.
'Well,' Hermadia thought, ' I suppose I could just peek into them, besides, what Madame Zeroni doesn't know, cant hurt her.' Hermadia tip- toed over to one of the shaking baskets, and she heard a voice.
Heeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeee, the voice said. It sent a chill up Hermadia's spine, but still closer she stepped. Heeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeee, Heeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeee, the voice cried. Hermadia reached out to pull off the rope that held the lid on the basket. The rope fell to the ground, and she opened the lid.
" Oh, my," Hermadia gasped. Staring up at her from the basket was a small silver cat. Its eyes were gold, and it had a white star on its forehead, and its right hip.
"Thank you for freeing me from this prison," the cat mewed. " Now, if you'll kindly free my family?" It said, leaping out of the basket and padding over to another.
" Uhm." Hermadia hesitated.
" I advise you to free my family," the cat said, flexing its sharp claws. Hermadia slowly opened one basket, then the next, and the next. Cats of all colors leaped out of the baskets. Red ones, Gold ones, Purple ones and Blue ones.
"Thank you," they all chorused, and padded out the back door. They left Hermadia standing there in bewilderment.
" What Madame Zeroni doesn't know, can't hurt her," She repeated to her self, and got the medicine out of the proper basket.
A couple days later, Madame Zeroni was cured of her flu, and everything was back to normal, even Elya's visits. Madame Zeroni called out Hermadia to bring tea, and she introduced her to Elya, who played little attention, for his heart was still set on Myra.
Hermadia ran to her room, and sat on her bed. For a while she sat there, and she pulled out the vile of rain that had still not been prepared into a love potion.
" Hermadia!" Madame Zeroni called. Hermadia walked out to the porch, and watched Elya walk away.
" Some thing troubles you child, something besides the fact that you love Elya. What is it, child? Tell me," Madame Zeroni said calmly, but with a hint of concern in her voice.
" Madame Zeroni, a couple of days ago, when you were sick, and you told me to not to go near those wood woven baskets. well. I-opened-them-and- let-the-creatures-out!" Hermadia cried, tears welling up in her eyes. She blinked the tears away, and looked at Madame Zeroni. She had never seen her so angry in all of the time she had worked for her. Her face was red, and her hands were gripping the armrests on her wheel chair and shaking.
" YOU LET THE YATARIES OUT?!?!" She bellowed, " YOU FOOLISH IGNORANT GIRL!!! CURSE YOU! CURSE THAT VILE ON YOUR NECK!!! CURSE YOUR DECENDANTS!!!!! THOSES ARE EVIL CREATURES THAT WILL WRECK HAVOCK ON THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!! COME WITH ME!!!" She bellowed and led Hermadia into the back room. She lifted the lid to one of the wood woven baskets, reached in, and pulled out a black kitten with a star on its forehead and its right thigh.
" That one is now yours," She said, not bellowing any more, but in a harsh strong voice that made Hermadia feel even worse. " It wont leave you, and its descendants will follow you too." She handed the kitten to Hermadia, and banished her from her house. Hermadia stowed away on a ship to America, where she found a man who loved her, and she him. His name was Tom Butler, they got married and had a daughter named Duenna. They moved to California where Duenna moved away to Texas and got married to Max Palmer at the age of 25, and had a Daughter they named Angela. Duenna got pregnant with another girl, but she died shortly after birth. Angela got married to a man name John Van Driel Angela was best friends with Bleach's mother, and when she had a girl, Angie wanted one too. So she adopted, because the doctor had said she would never be able to have girls. Later, Angie got pregnant with Blaze's younger brother Adam, and died while giving birth to him.
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Blaze: There you go! Family history! Right there! Only, it's not true. The names of the people are, except for Tom and Hermadia (which came out of my head right then) but Duenna is my Grandma, Max is my Grandpa, and Angie and John ARE my parents. But I am not adopted. And my mum is not dead. In the story, my mom's just a copycat. Tsk, Tsk. And yes, I KNOW Hermadia sounds like Hermione, but deal with it. Names that start with H are kewl.
Squid: Why is it your History, and not Bleach's?
Blaze: Uh. 1) so you could know why the rain was important. 2) So you know why Sunny followed Blaze to CGL, yes she IS the descendant of the Yataries, a species that came out of my head. So there. THAT is why its Blaze's history, not Bleach's, even though Bleach IS the main character.
Squid: and she wanted to say that she doesn't own holes, but envies Luis Sacher very, very much.
Blaze: BECAUSE ANY ONE WHO OWNS THE PEOPLE OFF HOLES DESERVES TO BE ENVIED!!!!!!!!!!! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermadia Stitches was Blaze's Great- Great- Grandmother. She worked for Madame Zeroni, aiding her in potions, and caring for her. She loved Elya Yelnats the first time she saw him, which was when he was talking to Madame Zeroni about Myra Menke. She realized that she could not compete with Myra's beauty, and quickly shut the idea out of her head. One day, however, she was crying in her room when Madame Zeroni sauntered in on her wheelchair.
" My dear, what is the matter?" Madame Zeroni asked Hermadia in a comforting voice.
" Oh, M- Madame Zer- Zeroni, I love Elya Yelnats, that boy you were talking to outside. B- but he loves Myra Menke, and is set on getting her hand in marriage!" Hermadia sobbed into her pillow,
" My dear," Madame Zeroni started, " Myras' head is as empty as a flowerpot, and soon, Elya will come to his senses and realize what a mistake we would have made had he married her. Besides, you are much more beautiful than 7 Myra's put together."
" Re- Really?" Hermadia sniffed, looking up from her pillow. Her cheeks were really red and her eyes blood- shot from crying, but she was beautiful all the same. " And how do you know that he will not marry Myra? He seems to love her so."
" Do not doubt the tellings of Madame Zeroni," She said smiling, " She knows these things."
The next day is rained, and Hermadia decided she wanted to make a love potion for Elya. She set out a small vile and filled in with rain, the first step in making a love potion. She was going to leave to the market to gather ingredients, but Madame Zeroni came down with a terrible case of the flu, and when an elderly women has the flu, it is mandatory you look after them, you never know what might happen. So, Hermadia put the vile of ran on a chain around her neck, so she wouldn't lose it.
" In the back of the house," Madame Zeroni coughed one day, " There is a basket, not the wooden woven ones, do not touch those baskets girl, but the ones woven of animal hide, there is a medicine that will help me. Go get it for me girl."
Hermadia nodded, and went into the room at the back of the house. It was full of baskets, of all types, shapes, and sizes. She walked past the wooden woven baskets, which were cover and tied down. As she past one, it shook. Hermadia jumped, and backed away from the basket, and stumbled into more. The basket shook again, followed by two others.
'Well,' Hermadia thought, ' I suppose I could just peek into them, besides, what Madame Zeroni doesn't know, cant hurt her.' Hermadia tip- toed over to one of the shaking baskets, and she heard a voice.
Heeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeee, the voice said. It sent a chill up Hermadia's spine, but still closer she stepped. Heeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeee, Heeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeee, the voice cried. Hermadia reached out to pull off the rope that held the lid on the basket. The rope fell to the ground, and she opened the lid.
" Oh, my," Hermadia gasped. Staring up at her from the basket was a small silver cat. Its eyes were gold, and it had a white star on its forehead, and its right hip.
"Thank you for freeing me from this prison," the cat mewed. " Now, if you'll kindly free my family?" It said, leaping out of the basket and padding over to another.
" Uhm." Hermadia hesitated.
" I advise you to free my family," the cat said, flexing its sharp claws. Hermadia slowly opened one basket, then the next, and the next. Cats of all colors leaped out of the baskets. Red ones, Gold ones, Purple ones and Blue ones.
"Thank you," they all chorused, and padded out the back door. They left Hermadia standing there in bewilderment.
" What Madame Zeroni doesn't know, can't hurt her," She repeated to her self, and got the medicine out of the proper basket.
A couple days later, Madame Zeroni was cured of her flu, and everything was back to normal, even Elya's visits. Madame Zeroni called out Hermadia to bring tea, and she introduced her to Elya, who played little attention, for his heart was still set on Myra.
Hermadia ran to her room, and sat on her bed. For a while she sat there, and she pulled out the vile of rain that had still not been prepared into a love potion.
" Hermadia!" Madame Zeroni called. Hermadia walked out to the porch, and watched Elya walk away.
" Some thing troubles you child, something besides the fact that you love Elya. What is it, child? Tell me," Madame Zeroni said calmly, but with a hint of concern in her voice.
" Madame Zeroni, a couple of days ago, when you were sick, and you told me to not to go near those wood woven baskets. well. I-opened-them-and- let-the-creatures-out!" Hermadia cried, tears welling up in her eyes. She blinked the tears away, and looked at Madame Zeroni. She had never seen her so angry in all of the time she had worked for her. Her face was red, and her hands were gripping the armrests on her wheel chair and shaking.
" YOU LET THE YATARIES OUT?!?!" She bellowed, " YOU FOOLISH IGNORANT GIRL!!! CURSE YOU! CURSE THAT VILE ON YOUR NECK!!! CURSE YOUR DECENDANTS!!!!! THOSES ARE EVIL CREATURES THAT WILL WRECK HAVOCK ON THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!! COME WITH ME!!!" She bellowed and led Hermadia into the back room. She lifted the lid to one of the wood woven baskets, reached in, and pulled out a black kitten with a star on its forehead and its right thigh.
" That one is now yours," She said, not bellowing any more, but in a harsh strong voice that made Hermadia feel even worse. " It wont leave you, and its descendants will follow you too." She handed the kitten to Hermadia, and banished her from her house. Hermadia stowed away on a ship to America, where she found a man who loved her, and she him. His name was Tom Butler, they got married and had a daughter named Duenna. They moved to California where Duenna moved away to Texas and got married to Max Palmer at the age of 25, and had a Daughter they named Angela. Duenna got pregnant with another girl, but she died shortly after birth. Angela got married to a man name John Van Driel Angela was best friends with Bleach's mother, and when she had a girl, Angie wanted one too. So she adopted, because the doctor had said she would never be able to have girls. Later, Angie got pregnant with Blaze's younger brother Adam, and died while giving birth to him.
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Blaze: There you go! Family history! Right there! Only, it's not true. The names of the people are, except for Tom and Hermadia (which came out of my head right then) but Duenna is my Grandma, Max is my Grandpa, and Angie and John ARE my parents. But I am not adopted. And my mum is not dead. In the story, my mom's just a copycat. Tsk, Tsk. And yes, I KNOW Hermadia sounds like Hermione, but deal with it. Names that start with H are kewl.
Squid: Why is it your History, and not Bleach's?
Blaze: Uh. 1) so you could know why the rain was important. 2) So you know why Sunny followed Blaze to CGL, yes she IS the descendant of the Yataries, a species that came out of my head. So there. THAT is why its Blaze's history, not Bleach's, even though Bleach IS the main character.