AN- Sorry I haven't been reading or posting of what…four or five days, man. I've caught the dreaded plague of the world…the flu. But don't worry I'm feeling better now. Anyway the real notes- I've been told over and over and over again that I'm obsessed with 'The Big Show.' That I'm addicted to the final act…I need everything to burst and explode…I guess that everyone that told me that is correct. I've over looked a lot of small details to get to the end…my goal after I had my outline for this story was for it to be under 15000 words…but it's going to be at least twice that long, mainly because of the person telling the story…Punkin. Bards are so long winded. Anyway, I wanted to say that the main reason I cut some of the fight scene was because it was HUGE in my eyes but there's going to be many more fight scenes and I'll be adding length to those okay. :-). This is only half of what chapter three is...since it's so huge. I'll post the other half tomorrow or Thursday...depending on how I'm feeling. (code- for not throwing up). Now my adorning audience...which YOU too could become part of my merely expressing your own opinions in a patented 'Review' (I just wanted to say that.)
Fomy- The mediating thing was actually partly inspired by the way I write…I have my music going, headphones on sometimes and just sit or lay down and write like crazy ignoring everything…Punkin even has these moments. And I borrowed some characters from BG and BG 2 for the school because I was too lazy to come up with good teachers…I think Sharwyn would the same thing, LOL. :-).
Guan- To Jude- don't worry Linu's still single maybe you two could share a drink or cut Meris' fingers of together…Linu accidentally of course, LOL. –Guan- I think that the woods are a great place to live…but everything has their dangers. Neverwinter has its own share of problems, as well. I'd probably rather live in the Netherese Mountains though…I'd love the view. I'll mop up those slips…I've seen many of them.
WitchWolf- Sorry for not reading your 2 new chapters until today, and as far as six in the morning, the early bird gets the worm. LOL, I'd rather have pancakes and bacon, though. But I used to hate getting up early…then college came…and I've got my first class at 7 in the morning…I'm sure I look like a zombie. Damn those freshman weed out classes. But who do you think those monks run around the scene with near DM speed… I don't think Punkin will be converting any time soon…or ever actually. Anyway, I didn't have to edit my poem at all… thank the computer god, DELL.
Firilya- I'm glad that you like Meris…still. And as far as everyone looking at him as a monster…well, people are so fickle because soon, (this chapter) they all be singing his praise, minus Jude but he's hard to please I guess, since he 'SAVED' the Academy.
Tasharene- Don't worry about reviewing late…I've been doing that as of late…I think I've got more than ten stories that I haven't read in my inbox…but I'll get around to 'em. The biggest part of fight scene that I have a problem with is using terms that I'm not sure everyone is familiar with since I used to fence when I was younger, I'm a self-asserted rapier fight master, even though I was horrible. And I'm glad you are waiting impatiently for the next chapter because…here it is…
Chapter Three
I was awakened by more noises than the inside of a whirlwind could create; my body hurt like hell itself and I didn't want to look down at my chest to see the extent of the damage… I knew that I had a wound the size of Waterdeep across it. But the funniest thing about all these feelings was that I felt content…nearly happy…about all of this. I didn't know why I felt like this until I started to listen to all the voice from the room that lay ahead of me…
"Monks trying to cast spells…" Master Takrath's voice boomed, "And in the Neverwinter Forest of all places…what has this world come to?"
"It wasn't a spell," the still small voice of Bardock lightly echoes into my room, "We were summoning a spirit of a great oak…"
"I think you've learned that one should leave things of the forest to those that man it," Jude said, "Your heroics could have killed all of us. I could only imagine what kind of… havoc this malefactor could have manifested if it made it here alive at night."
"I already apologized…" Bardock argued.
"I'll see that Master Grimgnaw is aware of your ignorance…pray to your Shenron that you don't meet his gauntlet and meet his lord of death," I heard a pair of steps leave.
Then I heard his voice…the resonance of life itself, "Matser Takrath, I do not think that the monks meant to do what they did…"
"I am sure of that," the pale master said, "But we cannot change what has happened. We have a student that is wounded and could have been slained easily since she was ill-prepared for a fight with such a monster…"
"Punkin would not have been defeat," Meris said with a slight edge in his voice.
"Really," the Master wizard said, "I think those wounds across would speak differently."
"I'm not going to argue with you," Meris said and moved closer to my door.
"And of course I don't want to either but Sharwyn here has put me in charge of finding out what happened out there. Speaking of that, could you explain the high levels of unnatural energy that seems to be radiating from her?"
"Well…I…ah…kind of messed up my spell."
"Interesting." Interesting, that all he could say about it…I could have been killed. A 'how' or 'what happened' would be nice…I'm not sure if I think Pale Master are as interesting as I first thought.
"I tried to contain the blast on the creature but I…I could not control it and it…"
"Burst. Blew up. Exploded," Master Takrath finished Meris' statement.
"Yes sir. I tried…"
"Trying and doing are completely different. Anyone can try but only the strong 'DO'. So, she ended up in the blast, huh. She should really be dead." Now, I really didn't want to know what was going on inside of that Pale Master's head.
"She tougher than that…she did help save the city," Meris defended me.
"A little advice," the Pale Master said as he walked toward the door, "Don't let your emotions interfere with your ambitions, keep all things in priority."
"You did all you could have," the voice of Sharwyn materialized. Who else was in the room, the Shadow, himself.
"I should be the one lying half-dead,' Meris said as the sound on heels move closer.
"Meris Sensbane, we are all in great debt for your bravery and talents. You are aware that you are to forever be known as the student to defeat this Academy's first nemesis. I could hear the bard songs now." Sharwyn started to hum a repetitive triplet as she made her exit out of the room.
Then I heard the door begin to wobble open. I didn't want him to see me this way, all bandaged up, as if I were some helpless feeble girl.
"Punkin," he said as he started to peer in, I hold my breathe and my body become as stationary as possible. "I guess I was hoping against hope that you were up…that you would prove everyone wrong." Very tempting bait but I really wanted him to go away…but why. Did I feel faulty because I needed him to could to my rescue…Lena had saved me on numerous occasions…but this seemed different…my heart felt like it saw being hit with a sharp spearhead.
"I-I-I'm sorry."
You did what was necessary, don't be sorry.
"I-I-I should have never read it."
Read what?
"I don't know how you know so much about me…"
My song- now I will make sure that I hurt you later.
"There are so many things that I've done that I regret…things that I wish I could have back. I lie, I cheat and I'd probably steal if my mother was breathing down my throat almost every moment of my life." Then he paused and sat down on my bed next to me. It took all my power to keep from giving away my false resting.
But then a strange set of footsteps made it way to the room, "Sir, are you family?"
He slowly stood up and coolly said, "Do I look like family?"
There was a long silence and I the young girl looking over Meris than me then him again and then her youthful voice ended the silence, "Step-siblings, perhaps?"
Meris huffed something under his breath, I wish I could have made out what he said and took a few steps away from me.
"I'm just going to change her bandages, you can come see her again in an hour or so."
Meris said nothing and left.
"Bless you, good sir," her innocent voice came closer. I could see Meris rolling his eyes at the offhand comment. "Are you awake, ma'am?"
I said nothing eager for her to leave me alone. Sinc my mother was in the practice of medicine, I knew about the aides that tend to do all the things everyone else didn't want to and one word came to my mind. Daft.
I didn't hear anything for a few moments but I continued my act and remained motionless. But without notice, I felt my very skin being ripped from my own flesh. I sprang up an my eyes jolted open as I grabbed my chest.
"What the hell-" I screamed and looked at the huge pair of blue eyes of the extremely young girl looking back at me, filling with tears.
"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry. I-I-I was t-t-told you w-w-were unconscious. I-I-I didn't know…"
"It's okay. It's okay," I said trying to calm my own air-deprived body down, "It just hurt, aren't you supposed to pour a little alcohol, first."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that, they did mention that."
"Who's they?" I asked trying to get names of the people that were responsible for letting a little girl work on my wounds…I hoped that a kobold would be in the surgery room if I needed it.
"Linu's the head of the department…I'm the youngest cleric in the school. Kaelynn, you're twelve year old healer, ma'am."
"And I'm…"
"Punkin Capernum. One of the heroes of Neverwinter, a famed bard, and not to mention the fact that you're like the wealthiest person under twenty in the town."
She's done her homework, I think I like this cleric. "Do you know anything about my condition?"
"All I know is you were brought in here ten hours ago and that they were worried about you r wounds but they saw no internal damage as well as little damage to your mammary tissue…"
"Huh, mammary…" I hate when people use words I never heard before.
"Your…" Taelynn blushed so hard that her peach skin turned beet red, "You know…"
I shook my head.
"Your…chest…things…you know, those pair."
Okay, Linu sent me a pre-pubescent girl, thanks. "My breasts are okay, is that what you're trying to say."
The girl giggled and shook her head yes. I was pretty sure I wasn't like that three years ago. "I'll change your bandages as quick as possible, okay."
"Sure," I said, "And watch my breast." I just wanted to she her giggle some more.
AN- That's it. I'm all medicating and I'm going to either sleep or go rollerblading (I probably blade better than I walk so don't worry.) I've been cope up inside to long...I might have to wirte something dark with lots of murders and assassinations and stuff...I've got to go...LATERZ.