AND: Part four is coming at you. Please Review. There is a small note at the end that I encourage you to read.
Key:
"talking"
'thinking'
/yami to aibou/
//aibou to yami//
~*scene change*~
A fire was in front of me. In my hand there was a walking stick. A soft voice came from the flame.
"Sing little eagle. Sing to the stars. Remember my name. The darkness beckons you," the voice whispered. I backed away as the fire became black and reached out for me.
~*Bedroom*~
I sat up in my bed and gasped for air. It was the same dream. I had been having this dream for a month at least. I got up and went to my window and opened it. I breathed in the fresh air of the early morning. I sighed softly thinking of the past few weeks.
-Flashback-
"Mistress Crawford," one of my maids interrupted me while I was working in my office. I stood up and got the door for her. She stood there.
"Yes," I answered.
"You have a letter from a Miss Lang Ly Shung," she said holding up a letter. I took the letter and thanked her. I sat down at my desk and opened the letter. (A/N: the rest will be the letter until I say so.)
Dearest Anzu,
It is good to see you are still alive and well. I hope we can meet soon. I got a teaching job in a small city. I am finally teaching high school students. I hope you have kept up with your studies. Good luck, Little Eagle.
Yours truly,
Lang Ly, Shining Falcon
(A/N: Letter is finished.)
I set it down on the desk and smiled. I hadn't heard from her in years. It was nice to know she had finally reached her dream.
/Whose Lang Ly Shung?/ Bast asked.
//An old friend of mother's. She taught me a lot of stuff before you awoke.//
-End Flashback-
I smiled thinking of that letter. Lang Ly was my first friend. I missed her after I ran from my father. I shook off that thought. I went to my closet and got dressed for school. I ran down the stairs and out the door. I got to school before the bell rang. The first two hours were misery. Then the principle came in and the day got even worse.
"Students, I am introducing you to your new Literature teacher, Ms. Shung," he said and in came a very lovely woman. She was about 5'8" with black hair tied back in a bun. Her skin was a light tan. Her eyes were sparkling like sapphires. The principle bowed to her and left. She walked to the front of the room. She got some cat calls from the boys. That earned a swift glare.
"I am Ms. Lung Ly Shung. You will address me as Ms. Shung or Ms. Lang. I will not stand being chased after by you boys. First off, has anyone in here read Lilata and the Heart of Ice?" she asked. I raised my hand. Kaiba did as well. "That's good. Quote something from it."
"I can't remember any, Ms. Shung," Kaiba stated.
" 'Many a wise man has tried to find the meaning of his life. They have only succeeded in finding it on their deathbeds.' Maracus's line from the fifth chapter when he is speaking with Burumut," I stated. She looked up at me and smirked.
"You should know it. Your father made you read that book when you were seven," she stated.
"Thanks, Ms. Lang," I stated smiling at her. She hadn't changed that much since I left.
A/N: The book that I made up is actually one I plan on writing someday.
Key:
"talking"
'thinking'
/yami to aibou/
//aibou to yami//
~*scene change*~
A fire was in front of me. In my hand there was a walking stick. A soft voice came from the flame.
"Sing little eagle. Sing to the stars. Remember my name. The darkness beckons you," the voice whispered. I backed away as the fire became black and reached out for me.
~*Bedroom*~
I sat up in my bed and gasped for air. It was the same dream. I had been having this dream for a month at least. I got up and went to my window and opened it. I breathed in the fresh air of the early morning. I sighed softly thinking of the past few weeks.
-Flashback-
"Mistress Crawford," one of my maids interrupted me while I was working in my office. I stood up and got the door for her. She stood there.
"Yes," I answered.
"You have a letter from a Miss Lang Ly Shung," she said holding up a letter. I took the letter and thanked her. I sat down at my desk and opened the letter. (A/N: the rest will be the letter until I say so.)
Dearest Anzu,
It is good to see you are still alive and well. I hope we can meet soon. I got a teaching job in a small city. I am finally teaching high school students. I hope you have kept up with your studies. Good luck, Little Eagle.
Yours truly,
Lang Ly, Shining Falcon
(A/N: Letter is finished.)
I set it down on the desk and smiled. I hadn't heard from her in years. It was nice to know she had finally reached her dream.
/Whose Lang Ly Shung?/ Bast asked.
//An old friend of mother's. She taught me a lot of stuff before you awoke.//
-End Flashback-
I smiled thinking of that letter. Lang Ly was my first friend. I missed her after I ran from my father. I shook off that thought. I went to my closet and got dressed for school. I ran down the stairs and out the door. I got to school before the bell rang. The first two hours were misery. Then the principle came in and the day got even worse.
"Students, I am introducing you to your new Literature teacher, Ms. Shung," he said and in came a very lovely woman. She was about 5'8" with black hair tied back in a bun. Her skin was a light tan. Her eyes were sparkling like sapphires. The principle bowed to her and left. She walked to the front of the room. She got some cat calls from the boys. That earned a swift glare.
"I am Ms. Lung Ly Shung. You will address me as Ms. Shung or Ms. Lang. I will not stand being chased after by you boys. First off, has anyone in here read Lilata and the Heart of Ice?" she asked. I raised my hand. Kaiba did as well. "That's good. Quote something from it."
"I can't remember any, Ms. Shung," Kaiba stated.
" 'Many a wise man has tried to find the meaning of his life. They have only succeeded in finding it on their deathbeds.' Maracus's line from the fifth chapter when he is speaking with Burumut," I stated. She looked up at me and smirked.
"You should know it. Your father made you read that book when you were seven," she stated.
"Thanks, Ms. Lang," I stated smiling at her. She hadn't changed that much since I left.
A/N: The book that I made up is actually one I plan on writing someday.