Where do I go from here? Hmmm...things have been pretty busy since school started, well - my sons are now both in school which means the house is a bit cleaner when I get home from work but for some reason I still don't have much free time on my hands..and I still step on toys when I walk around. Bare feet and legos are not good , but that's my own fault because I never wear shoes here unless it snows. I fried my computer (darn spyware and viruses) so I was down for a few weeks until I got a new one. Mom you're the greatest!
Shadow 131...I checked my game script and here's what she said :
"The Mavole Prince is a count in this world but he's more emotional than he once was..hmph"
In the town of Jadd a peasant will say "Devius is actually a count but no one calls him that"
It seemed to me he was prince to the underworld through his mothers heritage but a count in the human world through his father.
In honour of "Secret of Mana"...I still call the heroine "Purim"
Here we go.....
(Isabella)
It was a cool breezy spring night as she walked down the dirt road path through Granz realm. The realm was northern country and had four seasons, each season only lasting about 60 days.
"It was no wonder why Medusa became so ill here." she thought to herself as she shivered in the cold air blowing on her exposed skin. Mavoles rarely became ill in their natural habitats. Unfortunately she didn't dress for the occasion, she didn't realize what climate change was like. Her knowledge of the world was only learned from word of mouth or by books and pictures.
Mavoles were desert creatures, Mavolia the underworld itself was a dark, hot and dry place full of silky sand and smooth rock and was a constant dry heat all year round. The glow of underground lava flows would light their territory by reflecting off the dimensional midnight blue barrier above them. Their homes were perfectly shaped caverns of rock which glowed soft hues of reds, yellows, gold, and orange. It is hard to picture this place that some humans think is a hell beneath them but it is actually quite breathtaking and a privilege to be able to lay your eyes on. No one just walks into Mavolia. Even if you are lucky to make it to the gateway alive; if you have no one or no business there you will not get in.
"What kind of World is this?" she muttered.
She had been walking for what felt like days, she was exhausted. Her mind was cloudy and she didn't even know where she was going or why; what was she looking for? Her pride would not let her admit she was wrong for venturing out on her own. All alone in a world that hated her feared her kind, onward she went.
(Stroud)
"Resistance is futile my dear, We're in midair and unless you plan on sprouting a pair of wings there is no escape."
Purim was not afraid of Dark Lord, but she felt a lump in her throat as she did not know what he wanted of her. He already terminated everything near and dear to her, will he kill her too?
"The clouds are so far away" she whimpered in a soft voice. She raised her staff.
"Put away your weapon" he said in a calmly voice.
"Mother and my friends and the chiefs, all killed by you! Do you have any idea how I feel you monster?"
A slight twinge of guilt thread through his heart. Stroud tilted his head and looked up and down her youthful figure trying to find the next words to say to her.
"There was a time I was eager to eliminate the mana cult but I've changed my mind..would you like to join me mana girl?"
Stroud thought to himself that it was pretty dumb what he just said but it was the best he could come up with, his nervousness was slowly consuming him.
"Cooperate with you? Not on your life!" Purim said to him angrily.
Dark lord's best man stepped up. Julius interrupted.
"Dark Lord, perhaps we should persuade her by other means"
"That won't be necessary "he snapped.
"If you would allow me I'd show you just how quickly we can learn the Secret of Mana"
"Julius, Back off!"
"I'm terribly sorry, I have overstepped my bounds"
Stroud turned to Purim
"I've left my personal affairs to maid Marley, The airship is headed for Granz castle, we have plenty of time, meanwhile consider my generous offer."
Stroud and Julius left the room.
"Don't ever interfere with my affairs again Julius, this time I mean it" said Stroud as they walked down the corridor.
"I know what you are thinking my friend, and you are wasting your time." said Julius.
Stroud stopped dead in his tracks on his boots and turned to him with a sarcastic tone of voice
"Oh, and what, pray, do you think that is?" he said.
Julius lightly chuckled.
"You don't stand a chance with that girl, forget it. You might charm her now in her weakness but you won't get very far." he said with a smirk.
Stroud looked to the ground. He was speechless.
"Oh I am so so sorry to hurt your feelings" said Julius. "You never did have much luck with the ladies, and trust me you are not missing much. A woman is nothing more than an expensive, high maintenance pet; even a dog is easier to please than a woman."
Stroud did not agree with Julius' ridiculous attitude towards women, but he did not show it. It wasn't worth arguing with him sometimes.
"Well I am off to my room, I feel the need to meditate on some issue at hand" Julius said and lightly slapped Stroud on the shoulder. "Good night my lord"
Stroud nodded and walked slowly as if he too were going to his room, but as Julius disappeared from site he walked slowly back to Purim's room. He saw no lights on from the crack under the door and did not hear either of the two women talking so he assumed they were asleep. As quietly as he could he put the key in the door.
The room was dark and Purim lay asleep on the bed. So quiet and peaceful.
He walked to her and slowly and gently as he could so not to wake her he sat on the bed beside her. She did not move and was obviously in a deep sleep. Stroud reached up and into his thick black hair, he loosened the strap on his mask and removed it. He brushed his hair aside showing off his deformed elf like ears - a curse that he was born with. His soft grey eyes, the iris' were large like a Mavoles but the lids were human like; so at a glance you would not see the whites of his eyes - another curse. No one would dare look into his eyes, but would turn away in fear and horror. How he longed to have a woman look into his eyes with love like his mother once did, to be seen for who he was deep inside.
He relaxed on the bed, sitting somewhat with his legs crossed, his hands on his lap, he stroked the ring that he wore on his right hand - his mother's wedding band. He felt somewhat guilty for causing the girl so much pain but there was nothing he could do about it now, the damage was done. Could she fall for him? He reached his hand out and with the very tip of his fingers he ran them through her hair and then to her face, tracing the contours of her loverly face and lips, down to her chin and neck and then he stopped. He looked at her face once more and listened to her breath to make sure she was still asleep. He then continue and ran his fingers down her chest and very slowly to her breasts. He stopped. A tingling sensation surged him, it ran through his head and down to his thighs and he felt pressure build up down there. His heart beat quickened. He closed his eyes. Purim twinged and began to stir. He backed his hand away. She was obviously having a night mare. He wanted to comfort her, but then he thought...
"my goddess, what if she senses it's me here and her dream was a negative reaction to my presence?" "No no, do start thinking that way now...take a chance, let her wake in your arms."
She squirmed with discomfort and moaned, whatever she had going on in her mind, it was bad. Sweat was beading on her forhead and her breath was deeper.
Stroud gently reached his hands out for her once more, as if he was going to catch her if she woke.
Suddenly, a loud crashing noise came from a distance below, abouts where the engine room was.
Stroud panicked. He had to get out of the room quick, soon everyone for sure would wake up. And what would his excuse be?
He got up and got out of the room and quickly put the mask back on. Iin case someone saw him, he pretending like he was there about to check on the women.
Soldiers scurried out of their quarters to see what the racket was all about.
Stroud re-entered the room.
"Marley are you alright?"
"Yes Dark Lord"
"What's going on?" he said to the soldiers that entered to room looking for him.
"Reactor malfunction sir"
"What? Can we maintain altitude?"
"We are looking into the cause now sir."
"Dark Lord sir, the outside of the reactor shows signs of magic tampering"
"But has the control room been breeched? Or? What is done is done, prepare for immediate landing in Westlake"
"Yes sir"
Stroud turned to Purim, still hoping to get through to her he mustered up the kindest words he could think of at the time without making it obvious that he wanted her for himself.
"After we reach the lake I will let you get some fresh air"
"No thanks, you really don't have any idea of how bad your actions are."
Stroud was disappointed, he new he didn't stand much of a chance, her words felt like icy knives in his chest.
"Hmm... How long will you dwell on the past?"
(Isabella)
She was walking what seemed to be up hill now, through the woods. The terrain was getting more rocky and harder to climb. She reached a high point and looked out to the north.
"This must be Westlake ahead" she thought to herself.
She sighed, took a deep breath. She kicked a few stones aside and kept going. The moon still lit her way.
She stopped and perked her ears up as if she heard something. She took of her hat and strained her sensitive pointy ears to pick up the sound. A strange like was up ahead behind the trees. She slowly walked to it. In the distance was a strange object that she saw in pictures once. A very large ship like that of Vandole's time. She heard men talking and laughing and smelled pipe smoke.
Suddenly a man's voice from behind her yelled.
"You there!! You! Get over here!!"
She jumped up, three soldiers in pursuit, she ran for her life.
As fast as she could she ran down the path, it seemed hopeless. A dark figure was up head. Kill or be killed?
She drew her twin blades and he drew his sword.
AND............................ sorry, more to come later.
