Bad bad me for spewing out these short chapters. :-X Meh. Everyone go listen to 'What If' by Plain White T's. NOW! NOW I SAY!
Ha, well as you may see above, I am going slightly insane. Is it because I am halfway through my junior year and everyone, including my sister, is getting on my case to chose a freaking college already? No, surprisingly, that's not it. It's because my stepmother has MY water bottle in her car, which, at the moment, is in Tampa. So what is my water bottle doing two hours away from me? I have no clue.
Crazy? She's not crazy. Everybody talks in third person! RainbowSerenity says it's okay to like padded walls! WHEEEE!
...And onto the chapter. Yeehaw.
~Chapter Twenty-Seven~
Everything paused as if we were on TV and someone clicked the remote. I stared at the back of Mom's head. Anthony? Who the heck was he?
But even as I thought of this guy's name, my stomach clenched and I started to shake.
"Lindsey?" Steve asked, noticing my odd behavior. He put a hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"M...Mom..." I hissed. "What the hell are you talking about?"
She turned to me, and then back at Darrell. "Get out of here," she said to him in a low, shaky voice. "Go away and never come back."
Darrell raised an eyebrow, he gaze fixed on me. He simply nodded and I saw his eyes drift towards the forest behind mine and Steve's houses and back to me. It took me a second, but I understood and nodded slightly back.
"Fine. I'll leave," he said, and turned around back towards New Bark Town, his trench coat swishing.
Nobody moved as he left, except for Steve, who tightened his grip on my shoulder. When Darrell was out of sight, Mom let out a breath.
"Mom, would you kindly let me know why did that?" I growled.
She didn't answer at first, but then I saw her swallow. "Lindsey, your father and I are going out for a bit. Just...just stay here and unpack or...something."
I ran up to her, feeling Steve's hand slide off my shoulder. I grabbed Mom's arms to stop her from going. "NO!" I yelled. "You never tell me what's going on! It's like you have all of these...secrets or whatever that it'll kill you to tell me or something!"
Mom's eyes narrowed, but she still managed to look upset. "Shane, can you start the car?" she called over to Dad in a deathly voice.
"Diana, I don't---"
She took her glare off of me and looked at Dad. "Please," she begged.
He paused, looking at us, then back at Mom. "Okay," he said, walking to the car.
"I'll just be a second." Without another glare at me, Mom slowly walked into the house and came out of it about two seconds later, and went into the car. Dad started it and drove off.
"Uhh..." I stuttered, slightly surprised at the sudden silence in the air. "What was that all about?"
"Ditto," Ivy wondered, raising an eyebrow. She looked over at me. "And what are you doing back early, missy?"
"We left a day early for some reason," I said. I stomped a foot and yanked on my hair. "Why doesn't Mom or Dad ever tell me what's going on? Oh no, I'm only their daughter is all."
"Maybe it's something more than that," Steve said gently. "Anyway, I'm sure your parents didn't want to blurt anything out with him showing up out of the blue."
"Darrell?"
Steve snorted. "Who else? I can't believe he had the nerve to follow you here, and then just show up without warning. What a---"
"Steeeeve," Ivy warned in a low voice.
I pulled on my hair some more, and sighed miserably. "Well, want to help me unpack since dear ol' mother and father think I'm okay with all this weird stuff happening?"
"Sure, why not?" Ivy answered for both her and Steve. They followed me into the house and I flopped on the couch, resting my foot on a box.
"Gawd, there is no justice in the world," I complained, laying back on Ivy's lap and staring at the ceiling. "This sucks so bad. Be glad you guys have a normal family."
Steve was sitting on the armrest of the chair, staring at something. "Your family's normal."
I snorted. "I have a show jumping champion, secret-keeping mother; a nearly-show-jumping-champion, quiet secret-keeping father; a backyard of crazy fire Pokemon; and an Espeon. I would hardly call that normal."
Ivy and Steve didn't say anything until Ivy cleared her throat. "I thought you were going to unpack."
"Yeah, whatever," I sighed, sitting up and dropping my foot off the box. I leaned it against the side and pushed it over---and to my surprise, a large, thin, worn blue book had been hiding under that box.
"Hey," I said softly, sliding off the couch and picking up the book. Well, I guess book was a loose term for it---it was hardly more than a blue cover with a few old, worn pages inside held together by some sort of slider thingy that looked as if it was made of crystal-like material.
I sat back up on the couch, next to Ivy, and Steve plopped on the other side of me. I slowly opened the cover---and saw a bunch of weird symbols written on the first page.
"Uh..." I improvised. Steve and Ivy were giving the page funny looks, so I assumed they could decipher it either.
"Weird," I said, flipping through the pages. Every single one had some more of those strange symbols on them---until I flipped to the back cover, where a poem-like piece of writing was there in perfect English.
Without even thinking, I started to read it out loud:
"Of the destiny of a Tamer, there is much to be told,
A tale of thousands of years before,
The modern dragon was discovered,
The Tamer's Prophecy was made.
While before it was known,
Dragons took the world as their own,
And only the Tamer with the true power inside,
Could read the Tamer's Prophecy
For what it truly was.
With this hope in knowing,
The Tamer bided her time,
Until the destruction was much too great,
And she perished, but left the Dragons in peace.
The last to witness the Tamer's Prophecy
Was the label of Lynn
See she did, powers of water, lightening, ice, and fire,
Of all the Dragons do possess.
The next able to withhold the Prophecy,
Is the Tamer with the power within, like Lynn
See into the Den's Great Waters,
Observe a Dragon, free into the wind,
If your power is within,
Greater than all."
I frowned, blinking back at the page. "What the heck? What does this thing even mean?"
"It's talking about your family, I think," Ivy shrugged. "They keep mentioning 'Tamer'."
"But that doesn't make any sense," I insisted. "Mom's maiden name is Tamer. But that's also my last name. She never told me that Dad took on her last name instead of his. And. . .how could it have survived...?"
Ivy shrugged again. "Tamer's Prophecy...do you know what that is? They keep talking about that, too."
I snorted. "Don't you remember? No one ever tells me anything." I glanced over at Steve, who I could tell was reading this thing to himself because his lips were moving with the words.
"Well Steve?" I asked. "Any input?"
He shook his head, almost in disbelief. "Lindsey..." he started. "Lindsey, this thing...it's talking about you!"
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No reviewer replies...because I'm lazy and I want ice cream. And my water bottle back.
But what will get me over the loss of a plastic container costing a mere dollar? A REVIEW!
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