Note: Because the italics arent showing up, Im going to use {....} that for a dream/vision sequence. Okay? Good. Now to the reviews!
~Yami Ennovy: Yes, poor Yami.
~crazygurlwithastick: Err...nice name..a little creepy, though..
~Animedreamer
~Serenity Komoshiro
~Cheetah Goddess
~JellyBob15
~Serpents-Embrace
~DesertSakura-Yes, it would hurt a lot. *winces thinking about it* To answer your question, no, Yami does not know that Tea is royalty. He respected her thoughts enough to delve only deep enough to find out her name.
Thank you all!! Im so glad you like it!
Now, here it is! Chapter three!!!!!!
Spitfire: Well, whoopdeedo. ThatÕs so exciting.
Dragon Queen16: Thank you!
Spitfire: I was being sarcastic, you dumbutt!
Dragon Queen16: I could tell, you craptackular craphead!! (Love that saying! ^^) Now, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, *glares a Kaiba-like glare at Spitfire* hereÕs chapter 3!
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Tea woke groggily from her sleep. She rubbed her neck. Ugh, shed never sleep in that position again! She stepped out of her bed, shuddering at last night. How could someone go through so much pain and still live? Shaking her head, she walked out into the hallway and down the stairs. There, at the foot of the stairs, lie Yami. His blood-caked, tortured body was curled up in a ball on the carpet, fast asleep. A great pity came over Tea. Absentmindedly, Tea reached out to touch him. She drew back suddenly. Not wishing to disturb him from his much needed rest, she walked towards the direction she supposed was the kitchen. Instead of a kitchen (to her stomachÕs disappointment) was a long hallway with large oak doors on either side. At the end were two large oak doors. Might as well get to know the place, she thought. Looks like Ill be staying here awhile. She stepped down the corridor until she reached the double doors at the end. She opened them cautiously lest they squeak. She stepped inside and gasped. The room was beautiful! Not to mention enormous. Thick red carpet covered the floor, framed by red/black swirled walls. The bed in the center of the room was red with black pillows and bed skirt gracing it. Every other piece of furniture was made with mahogany colored wood, the chairs having black velvet cushions on the seats. A mahogany colored door led off of the room, most likely to the bathroom. Still in her trance-like wonder, Teas feet guided her to the nightstand next to the bed. Seeing the drawer ajar, she reached to shut it, but stopped. She could see several pieces of paper through the crack. She opened the drawer and took out a paper. It seemed to be written in some sort of red ink. She noticed that the writing was childish, which meant that it was written when Yami (she supposed thats who wrote it) was young. Then, with horror, she read the paper and realized that it was not written in ink, but blood. The paper said: ÒToday Pegasus allowed me to have a stack of paper he found. It is old and stained, but I accept it gladly. Writing is the only thing that keeps me sane with the torture and all. (Im writing this in my blood from my wounds because Pegasus wont allow me to have any ink.) Speaking of torture, I found something out. Pegasus likes to play darts. With me as the dart board. It was painful as hell, but Im used to it by now, Maybe this is hell? Seems like it. Pegasus is as evil as the Devil. Wait, scratch that. I think the Devil would run in fear from Pegasus.....Here comes the guards. I guess its time for more ÔtrainingÕ.Ó Then the words stopped. Tea began to feel sick. Partly from her hunger, mostly from this paper. Looking inside the drawer, she saw many other papers just like the one in her hand. She replaced the first one and picked up another. The writing was more sophisticated than the last. The writing was somewhat shaky and blotched in places, probably where tears had fallen. This one read: ÒToday my sister committed suicide. They found her on the kitchen floor, one of the cutting knives through her heart. She was going to start her new ÔjobÕ today, ÔworkingÕ for one of the high-ranking demons. I heard her say once that she would rather die than be a demons whore. I guess she followed up on it. I am sad, but also happy for her. She can finally rest. I am envious. Here I stand, unable to die, tortured to death a thousand times and not died once. May my sisters soul rest happily in the Last Heaven[1] for eternity.Ó Tea was near tears after this one. With trembling hands, she picked up another paper. This writing was much neater and finer than the last two, obviously written in later years. ÒDeath. What a sweet word it is, though I cannot achieve it. Pain. What I feel every day in flesh and soul. Cursed. Lost in my hopelessness of defeating the darkness, I stumble and fall. Defiance. What drives me to disobey him and receive the torture that drives me insane. Free will. The only thing I own, the only thing that keeps me somewhat sane. Death. What I long for. What I dream of. What I can never achieve.Ó The tears finally came, falling for the pain this man had gone through, for all that he had lost. Tea fell on her knees and closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, the paper clutched in her hand.
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Yami opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright light. He stood up slowly, his knees shaky. Memories of last night flooded through his mind. He shuddered. His Truedemon form was horrible and he felt bad that Tea had seen it. He looked at himself and grimaced. His whole body was caked with blood. He thought briefly of Tea, wondering if she was still asleep. I wont be the one to wake her if she is, he thought. He headed towards his room. I need a shower. Badly.
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{When Tea opened her eyes, she wasnt in Yamis room. She was someplace entirely different. Cold, harsh stone covered the entire hallway, only broken in a few spots by a torch sconce. She walked, or rather glided, down the hallway. She saw the same doors that she had seen in her last vision. She shuddered and tried to resist, but some force kept her going. When she reached the room she winced, expecting to see more torture. Instead, she saw that this room was much different. The entire room, which was enormous, was carved out of black marble. Gigantic black, swirled with red, marble pillars supported the room. red carpet ran down the center, leading to a red and black throne carved out of marble. But despite the great beauty, Tea felt the beauty tainted by evil. Upon the throne sat its source. Pegasus. Hhe was sitting calmly on his throne sipping a goblet of wine. Two guards burst through the doors, dragging someone between them. It wasnt until the torchlight hit his face that she realized who the prisoner was, Yami. Pegasus barked to the guards, ÒLeave us!Ó After they threw Yami on the floor, the guards backed out of the doorway quickly, slamming the doors behind them. Once they were gone, Pegasus stepped of his throne and walked towards Yami. Sneering at his helpless captive in chains, Pegasus began speaking. ÒYou know, boy, sometimes I think youre more trouble than youre worth. You fight us verbally and physically, despite how useless it is.Ó He tilted Yamis face to meet his and hissed, ÒI thought sure that killing youre parents in front of you would break you.Ó Yami gave a strangled cry and lunged at Pegasus, only to be drawn back by the heavy chains. Pegasus just laughed coldly. ÒYou dont know why I captured you and kept you alive, do you?Ó Yami stared defiantly at Pegasus, refusing to answer. ÒIts your eyes, boy. Your violet eyes...... Come with me.Ó Seeing Yami hesitate, Pegasus added, ÒOr Ill torture your sister for eternity, just like you are now.Ó Yami obeyed, stood up, and followed Pegasus to the southern wall. Behind the third pillar from the left, his pressed his hands on the marble and spoke a few words. Tea couldnt understand them, but from the wave of cold and evil that passed over her as he spoke those words made her guess that he had been speaking Serpenetria. The marble seemed to melt away, leaving a doorway to a dark passage beyond. Tea followed Yami and Pegasus through it, and then the marble resealed itself. Pegasus grabbed a lit torch of the stone wall and began walking down the spiraling tunnel, Yami and Tea in tow. Eventually they came to a stop in a large stone chamber with writing etched in its walls. Pegasus walked slowly, holding the torch up to the walls, looking for something. As he walked, he spoke. ÒThis is where all the great prophets in the world recorded the Essence of Truest Sight[2], their visions, including the famous vision of the Crimson Darkness. The vision that concerns you, boy.Ó He finally stopped in front of a large picture with writing underneath it. Tea recognized the picture. It was the picture of one of the demon and angels god, Xenorith. Legend says that once there were three gods, Xenoroc, God of Evil, Leranorith, God of Good, and the Nameless One, God of Neutrality. The Nameless One was the most powerful, and Xenoroc and Leranorith were of equal power. Xenoroc and Leranorith fought and used their worshipers to fight against each other, killing many innocents. The Nameless One became tired and angry of their quarreling and waste of life, so he cursed them for eternity, binding them into one being. This way they could see each others points and try to resolve their differences. The new, combined god was called Xenorith. It had the armor of Xenoroc, only it constantly changed from black to white, blending in a mesmerizing manner. One arm and one leg were white, fading into black claws. The other arm and leg were the opposite, black fading into white claws. Xenorith held a glittering silver sword in one hand and a similar lance in the other. One set of wings was like Xenorocs, the other like Leranoriths. Resting under Xenoriths brows was its most distinctive feature: its eyes. They were a blazing, bright purple, blending the hate of evil and the love of good into a captivating pool of violet. Below the picture of Xenorith was writing in Schorasis, the ancient prophets language. Pegasus spoke, breaking the silence, ÒListen, boy, for this is why Ive brought you here, to read you the prophecy that Xenorith bound you to.Ó he cleared his throat slightly and began,
ÒWhen demons rise and mortals fall, The Age of the Demon has come. Beware the angels desperate call, For Xenoriths chosen one. The Crimson Darkness shall arise, Bringing with him glory. Bearing the great Xenoriths eyes, His life the most tragic story. Born of Vampirian blood, He shall not, cannot die. Bringing with him both evil and good, The Crimson Darkness is nigh.Ó
The was along pause after Pegasus finished reading. Then, as comprehension dawned on him, Yami spoke softly, ÒY-you think that this.....i-is me?Ó Pegasus turned his attention to Yami. ÒWell if its not you, I dont see who else it could be. All the others have failed.Ó
ÒOthers?Ó
ÒYes, well, there were a few other children with bluish-purple eyes, but they failed the tests. Your eyes, however, are a much more distinctive purple.Ó
Yami hesitantly asked, afraid of the answer, ÒWhat happened when the others failed?Ó Pegasus grinned, an evil spiteful grin and chuckled slightly, ÒWhen you fail the tests, boy, you die....I almost miss their screams.....But then again, killing them was just as fun. And I still heard screams.Ó Tea was sickened. She knew that if this had been real, she wouldve passed out or vomited by now. Maybe even both. She saw that Yamis face had gone pale, his hands shaky. Then the force of what she was seeing hit her. Yami was held by this evil, corrupted, nasty specimen of the devil and tortured by him day and night. His parents had been killed in front of his own eyes. And if he tried to escape or refuse to do what he was told, they threatened to torture his sister. A great wave of pity swept over Tea and she longed to comfort that poor, abused child. She started gliding forward, forgetting that this was a vision, when a voice called her. Not in the vision, it seemed to be inside her head, yet far away. The voice seemed familiar to her, and as she tried to find its source, the vision faded to black.}
ÒTea, Tea, wake up. Its all right.Ó The voice, she recognized it. She slowly opened her eyes. Tilting her head back, she could see the source of the voice-Yami. Groggily, she asked, ÒYami, what happened?Ó Surprise and a little bit of worry crossed his face. ÒI was about to ask you the same thing, Tea. When I came in here to take a shower, you were curled up on the floor, sobbing. You seemed to be unconscious, but not asleep.Ó He paused for a moment then ventured forward, ÒDid you have another vision?Ó Tea nodded, then continued quietly, ÒIt was about.....about when Pegasus showed you the prophecy.Ó She saw Yami flinch slightly and pain wash through his eyes. A long silence followed. Only when Yami propped her against the bed did she realize that he had been holding her. She watched him walk over to the nightstand and stare at a picture. ÒI remember that day, Tea. Far too well. Just like the rest of my memories.Ó He glanced down at the drawer, seeing it open and one of the papers on the floor. He read it, his face unreadable. Then he placed it back in the drawer and spoke, ÒYou read them, then?Ó She paused for a moment then broke down. ÒYami, Im sorry, I didnt mean to come in here. I was looking for the kitchen because I was hungry and I saw that the was drawer open, so I went to close it. I found those papers and just started reading and-Ó
ÒTea, calm down. Youve been through enough trauma already. It was my fault for not closing the drawer properly....No doubt that those papers caused your vision.Ó Yami could see that Tea was very upset. He walked over to where Tea sat. ÒLook at me, Tea.Ó When she kept her head bowed he tilted her head up and spoke, ÒIm not angry at you, Tea. I never was......Tell you what, Ill take a shower real quick, and then well go down to the kitchen and get something to eat, okay?Ó Tea nodded, wiping her face on her sleeve. Smiling slightly, Yami walked over to his wardrobe and took out a few clothes. Then he walking over to the adjoining door and opened it. he stepped inside and closed the door after him. Soon Tea could hear running water. The sound broke her out of her state of fear. She dried her tears, got up, and sat on the bed, waiting for Yami to come out.
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[1] A common belief is that there is a First and a Last Heaven. The First Heaven is where angels dwell, where heavenly business is carried out. The Last Heaven is where everyones soul (that is deserving), whether they be mortal, angel or (rarely), demon, rests for eternity. (made that up)
[2] Truest Sight is the highest form of prophecy said to be granted by the gods. Truest Sight shows the chosen prophet visions of the world, past, present, and future. It takes them on a journey through the universe, telling them secrets only known to the gods.The prophet who receives Truest Sight can only remember a small portion of what they saw, sadly, but a Ôsmall portionÕ is still quite a lot. Prophets can spend weeks, months, even years in the Truest Sight without waking up. Miraculously, none have ever died of it. The Essence of Truest Sight is what the prophet can remember and what he or she writes down. (made that up)
Note to anyone who was offended by the gods I made up: I dont believe in them, I created them solely for the purpose of this story. I myself am a Christian!^^
Well, what did you think?....IM SO SORRY!! I MADE YOU WAIT FOREVER!!! IM SUCH A HORRIBLE PERSON!!! CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME?! I tried to make it longer than my other chapters to make up for the wait. Review, please!
Spitfire: Even though you dont deserve it.
Dragon Queen16: *to readers* Does anyone want a free dragon? If you dont take him, I think hes going to die soon.
Spitfire: Who might that-.....O_O.....Ill be quiet...
Dragon Queen16: Good! Now stay that way!
Spitfire: *grumbles*
Dragon Queen16: Please review!
~Yami Ennovy: Yes, poor Yami.
~crazygurlwithastick: Err...nice name..a little creepy, though..
~Animedreamer
~Serenity Komoshiro
~Cheetah Goddess
~JellyBob15
~Serpents-Embrace
~DesertSakura-Yes, it would hurt a lot. *winces thinking about it* To answer your question, no, Yami does not know that Tea is royalty. He respected her thoughts enough to delve only deep enough to find out her name.
Thank you all!! Im so glad you like it!
Now, here it is! Chapter three!!!!!!
Spitfire: Well, whoopdeedo. ThatÕs so exciting.
Dragon Queen16: Thank you!
Spitfire: I was being sarcastic, you dumbutt!
Dragon Queen16: I could tell, you craptackular craphead!! (Love that saying! ^^) Now, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, *glares a Kaiba-like glare at Spitfire* hereÕs chapter 3!
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Tea woke groggily from her sleep. She rubbed her neck. Ugh, shed never sleep in that position again! She stepped out of her bed, shuddering at last night. How could someone go through so much pain and still live? Shaking her head, she walked out into the hallway and down the stairs. There, at the foot of the stairs, lie Yami. His blood-caked, tortured body was curled up in a ball on the carpet, fast asleep. A great pity came over Tea. Absentmindedly, Tea reached out to touch him. She drew back suddenly. Not wishing to disturb him from his much needed rest, she walked towards the direction she supposed was the kitchen. Instead of a kitchen (to her stomachÕs disappointment) was a long hallway with large oak doors on either side. At the end were two large oak doors. Might as well get to know the place, she thought. Looks like Ill be staying here awhile. She stepped down the corridor until she reached the double doors at the end. She opened them cautiously lest they squeak. She stepped inside and gasped. The room was beautiful! Not to mention enormous. Thick red carpet covered the floor, framed by red/black swirled walls. The bed in the center of the room was red with black pillows and bed skirt gracing it. Every other piece of furniture was made with mahogany colored wood, the chairs having black velvet cushions on the seats. A mahogany colored door led off of the room, most likely to the bathroom. Still in her trance-like wonder, Teas feet guided her to the nightstand next to the bed. Seeing the drawer ajar, she reached to shut it, but stopped. She could see several pieces of paper through the crack. She opened the drawer and took out a paper. It seemed to be written in some sort of red ink. She noticed that the writing was childish, which meant that it was written when Yami (she supposed thats who wrote it) was young. Then, with horror, she read the paper and realized that it was not written in ink, but blood. The paper said: ÒToday Pegasus allowed me to have a stack of paper he found. It is old and stained, but I accept it gladly. Writing is the only thing that keeps me sane with the torture and all. (Im writing this in my blood from my wounds because Pegasus wont allow me to have any ink.) Speaking of torture, I found something out. Pegasus likes to play darts. With me as the dart board. It was painful as hell, but Im used to it by now, Maybe this is hell? Seems like it. Pegasus is as evil as the Devil. Wait, scratch that. I think the Devil would run in fear from Pegasus.....Here comes the guards. I guess its time for more ÔtrainingÕ.Ó Then the words stopped. Tea began to feel sick. Partly from her hunger, mostly from this paper. Looking inside the drawer, she saw many other papers just like the one in her hand. She replaced the first one and picked up another. The writing was more sophisticated than the last. The writing was somewhat shaky and blotched in places, probably where tears had fallen. This one read: ÒToday my sister committed suicide. They found her on the kitchen floor, one of the cutting knives through her heart. She was going to start her new ÔjobÕ today, ÔworkingÕ for one of the high-ranking demons. I heard her say once that she would rather die than be a demons whore. I guess she followed up on it. I am sad, but also happy for her. She can finally rest. I am envious. Here I stand, unable to die, tortured to death a thousand times and not died once. May my sisters soul rest happily in the Last Heaven[1] for eternity.Ó Tea was near tears after this one. With trembling hands, she picked up another paper. This writing was much neater and finer than the last two, obviously written in later years. ÒDeath. What a sweet word it is, though I cannot achieve it. Pain. What I feel every day in flesh and soul. Cursed. Lost in my hopelessness of defeating the darkness, I stumble and fall. Defiance. What drives me to disobey him and receive the torture that drives me insane. Free will. The only thing I own, the only thing that keeps me somewhat sane. Death. What I long for. What I dream of. What I can never achieve.Ó The tears finally came, falling for the pain this man had gone through, for all that he had lost. Tea fell on her knees and closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, the paper clutched in her hand.
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Yami opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright light. He stood up slowly, his knees shaky. Memories of last night flooded through his mind. He shuddered. His Truedemon form was horrible and he felt bad that Tea had seen it. He looked at himself and grimaced. His whole body was caked with blood. He thought briefly of Tea, wondering if she was still asleep. I wont be the one to wake her if she is, he thought. He headed towards his room. I need a shower. Badly.
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{When Tea opened her eyes, she wasnt in Yamis room. She was someplace entirely different. Cold, harsh stone covered the entire hallway, only broken in a few spots by a torch sconce. She walked, or rather glided, down the hallway. She saw the same doors that she had seen in her last vision. She shuddered and tried to resist, but some force kept her going. When she reached the room she winced, expecting to see more torture. Instead, she saw that this room was much different. The entire room, which was enormous, was carved out of black marble. Gigantic black, swirled with red, marble pillars supported the room. red carpet ran down the center, leading to a red and black throne carved out of marble. But despite the great beauty, Tea felt the beauty tainted by evil. Upon the throne sat its source. Pegasus. Hhe was sitting calmly on his throne sipping a goblet of wine. Two guards burst through the doors, dragging someone between them. It wasnt until the torchlight hit his face that she realized who the prisoner was, Yami. Pegasus barked to the guards, ÒLeave us!Ó After they threw Yami on the floor, the guards backed out of the doorway quickly, slamming the doors behind them. Once they were gone, Pegasus stepped of his throne and walked towards Yami. Sneering at his helpless captive in chains, Pegasus began speaking. ÒYou know, boy, sometimes I think youre more trouble than youre worth. You fight us verbally and physically, despite how useless it is.Ó He tilted Yamis face to meet his and hissed, ÒI thought sure that killing youre parents in front of you would break you.Ó Yami gave a strangled cry and lunged at Pegasus, only to be drawn back by the heavy chains. Pegasus just laughed coldly. ÒYou dont know why I captured you and kept you alive, do you?Ó Yami stared defiantly at Pegasus, refusing to answer. ÒIts your eyes, boy. Your violet eyes...... Come with me.Ó Seeing Yami hesitate, Pegasus added, ÒOr Ill torture your sister for eternity, just like you are now.Ó Yami obeyed, stood up, and followed Pegasus to the southern wall. Behind the third pillar from the left, his pressed his hands on the marble and spoke a few words. Tea couldnt understand them, but from the wave of cold and evil that passed over her as he spoke those words made her guess that he had been speaking Serpenetria. The marble seemed to melt away, leaving a doorway to a dark passage beyond. Tea followed Yami and Pegasus through it, and then the marble resealed itself. Pegasus grabbed a lit torch of the stone wall and began walking down the spiraling tunnel, Yami and Tea in tow. Eventually they came to a stop in a large stone chamber with writing etched in its walls. Pegasus walked slowly, holding the torch up to the walls, looking for something. As he walked, he spoke. ÒThis is where all the great prophets in the world recorded the Essence of Truest Sight[2], their visions, including the famous vision of the Crimson Darkness. The vision that concerns you, boy.Ó He finally stopped in front of a large picture with writing underneath it. Tea recognized the picture. It was the picture of one of the demon and angels god, Xenorith. Legend says that once there were three gods, Xenoroc, God of Evil, Leranorith, God of Good, and the Nameless One, God of Neutrality. The Nameless One was the most powerful, and Xenoroc and Leranorith were of equal power. Xenoroc and Leranorith fought and used their worshipers to fight against each other, killing many innocents. The Nameless One became tired and angry of their quarreling and waste of life, so he cursed them for eternity, binding them into one being. This way they could see each others points and try to resolve their differences. The new, combined god was called Xenorith. It had the armor of Xenoroc, only it constantly changed from black to white, blending in a mesmerizing manner. One arm and one leg were white, fading into black claws. The other arm and leg were the opposite, black fading into white claws. Xenorith held a glittering silver sword in one hand and a similar lance in the other. One set of wings was like Xenorocs, the other like Leranoriths. Resting under Xenoriths brows was its most distinctive feature: its eyes. They were a blazing, bright purple, blending the hate of evil and the love of good into a captivating pool of violet. Below the picture of Xenorith was writing in Schorasis, the ancient prophets language. Pegasus spoke, breaking the silence, ÒListen, boy, for this is why Ive brought you here, to read you the prophecy that Xenorith bound you to.Ó he cleared his throat slightly and began,
ÒWhen demons rise and mortals fall, The Age of the Demon has come. Beware the angels desperate call, For Xenoriths chosen one. The Crimson Darkness shall arise, Bringing with him glory. Bearing the great Xenoriths eyes, His life the most tragic story. Born of Vampirian blood, He shall not, cannot die. Bringing with him both evil and good, The Crimson Darkness is nigh.Ó
The was along pause after Pegasus finished reading. Then, as comprehension dawned on him, Yami spoke softly, ÒY-you think that this.....i-is me?Ó Pegasus turned his attention to Yami. ÒWell if its not you, I dont see who else it could be. All the others have failed.Ó
ÒOthers?Ó
ÒYes, well, there were a few other children with bluish-purple eyes, but they failed the tests. Your eyes, however, are a much more distinctive purple.Ó
Yami hesitantly asked, afraid of the answer, ÒWhat happened when the others failed?Ó Pegasus grinned, an evil spiteful grin and chuckled slightly, ÒWhen you fail the tests, boy, you die....I almost miss their screams.....But then again, killing them was just as fun. And I still heard screams.Ó Tea was sickened. She knew that if this had been real, she wouldve passed out or vomited by now. Maybe even both. She saw that Yamis face had gone pale, his hands shaky. Then the force of what she was seeing hit her. Yami was held by this evil, corrupted, nasty specimen of the devil and tortured by him day and night. His parents had been killed in front of his own eyes. And if he tried to escape or refuse to do what he was told, they threatened to torture his sister. A great wave of pity swept over Tea and she longed to comfort that poor, abused child. She started gliding forward, forgetting that this was a vision, when a voice called her. Not in the vision, it seemed to be inside her head, yet far away. The voice seemed familiar to her, and as she tried to find its source, the vision faded to black.}
ÒTea, Tea, wake up. Its all right.Ó The voice, she recognized it. She slowly opened her eyes. Tilting her head back, she could see the source of the voice-Yami. Groggily, she asked, ÒYami, what happened?Ó Surprise and a little bit of worry crossed his face. ÒI was about to ask you the same thing, Tea. When I came in here to take a shower, you were curled up on the floor, sobbing. You seemed to be unconscious, but not asleep.Ó He paused for a moment then ventured forward, ÒDid you have another vision?Ó Tea nodded, then continued quietly, ÒIt was about.....about when Pegasus showed you the prophecy.Ó She saw Yami flinch slightly and pain wash through his eyes. A long silence followed. Only when Yami propped her against the bed did she realize that he had been holding her. She watched him walk over to the nightstand and stare at a picture. ÒI remember that day, Tea. Far too well. Just like the rest of my memories.Ó He glanced down at the drawer, seeing it open and one of the papers on the floor. He read it, his face unreadable. Then he placed it back in the drawer and spoke, ÒYou read them, then?Ó She paused for a moment then broke down. ÒYami, Im sorry, I didnt mean to come in here. I was looking for the kitchen because I was hungry and I saw that the was drawer open, so I went to close it. I found those papers and just started reading and-Ó
ÒTea, calm down. Youve been through enough trauma already. It was my fault for not closing the drawer properly....No doubt that those papers caused your vision.Ó Yami could see that Tea was very upset. He walked over to where Tea sat. ÒLook at me, Tea.Ó When she kept her head bowed he tilted her head up and spoke, ÒIm not angry at you, Tea. I never was......Tell you what, Ill take a shower real quick, and then well go down to the kitchen and get something to eat, okay?Ó Tea nodded, wiping her face on her sleeve. Smiling slightly, Yami walked over to his wardrobe and took out a few clothes. Then he walking over to the adjoining door and opened it. he stepped inside and closed the door after him. Soon Tea could hear running water. The sound broke her out of her state of fear. She dried her tears, got up, and sat on the bed, waiting for Yami to come out.
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[1] A common belief is that there is a First and a Last Heaven. The First Heaven is where angels dwell, where heavenly business is carried out. The Last Heaven is where everyones soul (that is deserving), whether they be mortal, angel or (rarely), demon, rests for eternity. (made that up)
[2] Truest Sight is the highest form of prophecy said to be granted by the gods. Truest Sight shows the chosen prophet visions of the world, past, present, and future. It takes them on a journey through the universe, telling them secrets only known to the gods.The prophet who receives Truest Sight can only remember a small portion of what they saw, sadly, but a Ôsmall portionÕ is still quite a lot. Prophets can spend weeks, months, even years in the Truest Sight without waking up. Miraculously, none have ever died of it. The Essence of Truest Sight is what the prophet can remember and what he or she writes down. (made that up)
Note to anyone who was offended by the gods I made up: I dont believe in them, I created them solely for the purpose of this story. I myself am a Christian!^^
Well, what did you think?....IM SO SORRY!! I MADE YOU WAIT FOREVER!!! IM SUCH A HORRIBLE PERSON!!! CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME?! I tried to make it longer than my other chapters to make up for the wait. Review, please!
Spitfire: Even though you dont deserve it.
Dragon Queen16: *to readers* Does anyone want a free dragon? If you dont take him, I think hes going to die soon.
Spitfire: Who might that-.....O_O.....Ill be quiet...
Dragon Queen16: Good! Now stay that way!
Spitfire: *grumbles*
Dragon Queen16: Please review!