AN: I don't think I've done one of these for awhile, and I find them
enjoyable for some reason.
Diviniti, Thank you SO much for checking out my story. And even more for leaving a good review. It still shocks me every time somebody says that this is good. But they do, and so, I write. FOR HONOUR, FOR GLORY, FOR GOOD LOOKING MEN WEARING TIGHT FUTURE SUITS...
Now that Jaz was no longer humiliated over his rather unique new outfit, he had been looking forward to using futuristic weapons to defeat Tank. It was evident, however, that he would have to wait. Aiden had produced something like a newspaper (only it definitely wasn't made of paper) that said that Lord Tank was more powerful than ever blah blah blah . Jaz didn't see what was so special about it. He raised a quizzical brow at Abbe. She was doing more important things however; drawing smiley faces in the dirt. His gaze shifted instead to Aiden.
"This news Thing-a-mahoozit will let us know when to strike," she answered his unasked question. Jaz still didn't know what the hell Aiden was talking about. "Lord Darnoc died six hundred years ago," Aiden began. "in full power. When she died, Tank inherited her empire..." She would have continued, but a voice from the ground halted her speech.
"So that news thing will let us know when to strike, because since Cassie and Ashley are far back in the past fighting, if they beat Darnoc that far back, it will prevent her from gaining as much power in the future. The news will change as Darnoc gets weaker," Abbe said this all in monotone as though her intellect was far greater than that of the simpletons with her. Jaz now sort of understood. And was impressed. He stared at Abbe. "What?" she asked innocently looking up. Jaz shook his head.
"Nothing."
"But there's something I don't get," Abbe continued. "If Cassie and Abbe destroy Darnoc in the past, then what's the point of Nicole and Jaimie?" At this, Aiden grew thoughtful.
"You know, I haven't really decided yet. I don't know if they should stay weak in order to motivate the rest of you, or if they should take up arms as well. The only thing I know for certain is that Ping-Pong is becoming quite fond of Jaimie." Abbe shuddered. Poor girl! "But none of my plans are properly formed as of yet. Much depends on Cassie and Ashley and whether or not they destroy...well...me."
So Begins the Story of Aiden Darnoc
More reminiscent hobbit music starts playing
I had a relatively good childhood. My mother and father were high ranking servants in Yawnoc Castle. My father was a minstrel in the Lord Yawnoc's service. He taught me to play the trumpet at an early age. My mother saw over the Lady Yawnoc personally. She grew rather close to my mother. My father died due to an unfortunate archery accident when I was twelve. My poor mother was devastated, and spent more and more time caring for the Lady Yawnoc. The Lady loved her husband very much, and my mother grew jealous, as the Lady would often abandon Mother for her husband's company. Mother, now fearing to be alone, poisoned the Lord Yawnoc over a period of seven days. So, mother and the Lady Yawnoc, both widows ruled over Ecitcarp Moor together. As a young child, I was poisoned by their bitterness. Mother showed me her true colours. She no longer wanted me, she wanted her power. And that she had. But she wanted me out of her hair. So she had built on the other side of the land a large castle. And there she sent me when I was barely even thirteen with a pack of her trusted guards. They used me in bad ways, and I eventually stopped eating and stayed in my bedroom with the door bolted. But the Cook was sympathetic. She brought me food and made me live again. But then she died too. But she left me stronger than what I had been before I left my mother's care. So I faced the world again. I went out to visit a mad old lady in the wilds. She taught me how music is magic, and she gave me my baton. Very rare fairy wood the handle's made of. And so I came back to Ecitcarp Moor, and I taught those guards a thing or two. They never had any children, I'll just say that..... It wasn't long before I had all those in my service bended to my ways, and I found I quite enjoyed it. I had inherited something from my mother after all. And so it began. Very slowly, but there nonetheless. I eventually went to America, because I had enough money and I was bored. There, I began to teach music, and I "learned" a couple of new instruments so that I could be passed off as a competent teacher. A few years of throwing my baton at innocent percussionists, and I realized that I was meant for much more than this. I wanted to mix my love of music, with my love of torturing innocent lives, thus my new style of band teaching was born.
But that was not enough. No, I needed more! So consumed was I, that I became something unlike myself. I don't know what I am when I become Lord Darnoc, but it's definitely different. And then I met Knat Hale, so alone, so vulnerable, such a good target! I taught him EVERYTHING I knew, and we became very.......close. So I took him to my homeland, and we have been forming plans to dominate the music world ever since. THE END
"So will we be learning to use future weapons?" Jaz asked eagerly.
Diviniti, Thank you SO much for checking out my story. And even more for leaving a good review. It still shocks me every time somebody says that this is good. But they do, and so, I write. FOR HONOUR, FOR GLORY, FOR GOOD LOOKING MEN WEARING TIGHT FUTURE SUITS...
Now that Jaz was no longer humiliated over his rather unique new outfit, he had been looking forward to using futuristic weapons to defeat Tank. It was evident, however, that he would have to wait. Aiden had produced something like a newspaper (only it definitely wasn't made of paper) that said that Lord Tank was more powerful than ever blah blah blah . Jaz didn't see what was so special about it. He raised a quizzical brow at Abbe. She was doing more important things however; drawing smiley faces in the dirt. His gaze shifted instead to Aiden.
"This news Thing-a-mahoozit will let us know when to strike," she answered his unasked question. Jaz still didn't know what the hell Aiden was talking about. "Lord Darnoc died six hundred years ago," Aiden began. "in full power. When she died, Tank inherited her empire..." She would have continued, but a voice from the ground halted her speech.
"So that news thing will let us know when to strike, because since Cassie and Ashley are far back in the past fighting, if they beat Darnoc that far back, it will prevent her from gaining as much power in the future. The news will change as Darnoc gets weaker," Abbe said this all in monotone as though her intellect was far greater than that of the simpletons with her. Jaz now sort of understood. And was impressed. He stared at Abbe. "What?" she asked innocently looking up. Jaz shook his head.
"Nothing."
"But there's something I don't get," Abbe continued. "If Cassie and Abbe destroy Darnoc in the past, then what's the point of Nicole and Jaimie?" At this, Aiden grew thoughtful.
"You know, I haven't really decided yet. I don't know if they should stay weak in order to motivate the rest of you, or if they should take up arms as well. The only thing I know for certain is that Ping-Pong is becoming quite fond of Jaimie." Abbe shuddered. Poor girl! "But none of my plans are properly formed as of yet. Much depends on Cassie and Ashley and whether or not they destroy...well...me."
So Begins the Story of Aiden Darnoc
More reminiscent hobbit music starts playing
I had a relatively good childhood. My mother and father were high ranking servants in Yawnoc Castle. My father was a minstrel in the Lord Yawnoc's service. He taught me to play the trumpet at an early age. My mother saw over the Lady Yawnoc personally. She grew rather close to my mother. My father died due to an unfortunate archery accident when I was twelve. My poor mother was devastated, and spent more and more time caring for the Lady Yawnoc. The Lady loved her husband very much, and my mother grew jealous, as the Lady would often abandon Mother for her husband's company. Mother, now fearing to be alone, poisoned the Lord Yawnoc over a period of seven days. So, mother and the Lady Yawnoc, both widows ruled over Ecitcarp Moor together. As a young child, I was poisoned by their bitterness. Mother showed me her true colours. She no longer wanted me, she wanted her power. And that she had. But she wanted me out of her hair. So she had built on the other side of the land a large castle. And there she sent me when I was barely even thirteen with a pack of her trusted guards. They used me in bad ways, and I eventually stopped eating and stayed in my bedroom with the door bolted. But the Cook was sympathetic. She brought me food and made me live again. But then she died too. But she left me stronger than what I had been before I left my mother's care. So I faced the world again. I went out to visit a mad old lady in the wilds. She taught me how music is magic, and she gave me my baton. Very rare fairy wood the handle's made of. And so I came back to Ecitcarp Moor, and I taught those guards a thing or two. They never had any children, I'll just say that..... It wasn't long before I had all those in my service bended to my ways, and I found I quite enjoyed it. I had inherited something from my mother after all. And so it began. Very slowly, but there nonetheless. I eventually went to America, because I had enough money and I was bored. There, I began to teach music, and I "learned" a couple of new instruments so that I could be passed off as a competent teacher. A few years of throwing my baton at innocent percussionists, and I realized that I was meant for much more than this. I wanted to mix my love of music, with my love of torturing innocent lives, thus my new style of band teaching was born.
But that was not enough. No, I needed more! So consumed was I, that I became something unlike myself. I don't know what I am when I become Lord Darnoc, but it's definitely different. And then I met Knat Hale, so alone, so vulnerable, such a good target! I taught him EVERYTHING I knew, and we became very.......close. So I took him to my homeland, and we have been forming plans to dominate the music world ever since. THE END
"So will we be learning to use future weapons?" Jaz asked eagerly.