Hey!
~Sapphire Dragon;
Chicken. Yes, I am watching the re-runs for that very episode, for that very moment. How could I resist from putting that in?! I fell off the couch laughing!! (At half midnight.... waking a few people up)
And yes, I also hate how everybody thinks that a blonde is an airhead!! I may be blonde, but hello? Am I not writing this, which I would like to believe is far from airheadedness? Anyway, no, I do not believe anybody is an airhead, it's just that some, such as me when I'm enjoying life, are happier to forget to be serious, to let the little things be wonderfull. (Like my friend stealing my bag, telling the guy I used to like I wanted to go out with him, and then giving my bag to this guy that pisses the hell outta me!!)
Ahem, yesss..... Um, Hartia is his teacher, and after a nice long think about it... (very long).... I have remembered why I did it.
While Majic/Silver is able to defeat Orphen with his magic, what Hartia is teaching... well, attempting to teach him, is how to do the normal stuff, which, (sorry if this offends anyone), he sux at. So, Hartia teaches him that, while Silver will....... do something to improve his own abilitys. Maybe another teacher..... maybe I dunno..... maybe I have a killer headache, and punching the keys so hard doesn't help.
Thank you!! It's great that your enjoying this, And I'm VERY sorry for the long wait, I was concerntrating on my other story, (and thought I'd posted two chaps of it that I hadn't), and also I just started third form. Man, SOOOO much WORK!! And bloody homework.... and I had it so easy last year. *sigh*
Damn, better cut this off, sorry, I like to go on, Thanks!!
~Danyella Skyler Silverfire
Wellllll, Thank You. Glad to hear you like it. Yes, angst is good. I agree, never let anybody say otherwise. Most of my friends don't know what angst is. -_-;; Oh well. Better start this chappie, thankx for the review, it's appreciated! *waves angst flag*
*~*
Ok, I'm just going to say that in most parts of this story, when Silver is alone with Hartia, all the *Master*s are in the voice Majic uses in what I think was the first episode??? Somewhere around the birdwatching? I think..... Oh well, hope you can remember his tone of voice, 'cause it's stuck in my head.
*~~**~~**
Several pathetic, weak spells later, I sat down, not caring where, and felt myself glare daggers at an innocent beetle travelling across a blade of grass near me.
"Silver, how about you try the spells you made, now?"
He couldn't fool me, even though his voice was calm, I could tell he was fighting away laughter with all his might.
Ass.
I sighed, and stood again, taking aim at yet another practise rock.
A big boom later, Hartia was staring at me.
"What?"
He collected himself,
"Ah, I'd forgotten how powerfull you could be, after your first......ahem, well, now what?"
I shrugged.
"Um, any others?"
This got a smirk.
"Yeah, but I need another person to work on."
I might have been the evil tone in my voice, or maybe the look in my eye, but something about me caused Hartia to take a step back.
"Ah, I need to observe.......maybe you could find a friend to use it on?"
Friend?
"Master, are you forgetting that I've only spent one class in contact with others, and that was in bored silence?"
Hartia sighed, apparently thinking fast, then,
"Ah, you appear to have a fan club already, Silver."
Huh? Fanclub?
What was Shrimpy on about?.....
Staring at the doors to the castle, I watched as a bunch of what appeared to be giggling airhead girls appproached us.
"Who the....ahem, who's that?"
Hartia smirked at me, the knowing look really hacking me off.
"Your fanclub. All those girls approaching, are most probably single, and on the hunt; you're the prey, my dear student."
Ignoring the bad urge to let loose a string of bad words, I instead had a great idea.
"Master?"
"Hm?"
"Before, you said indirectly, not to ignore them. How about I involve them?"
"How so?"
Before he could stop me, I was off,
"Watch, *Master*."
Meeting the girls half-way, I said quickly, before they could talk,
"Hey, want to help me and Master Hartia with something?"
After a bit of giggling and whispering, they mostly agreed, then followed me back.
"Right, I'm practising a new type of magic, who can I practise on?"
They all shared scared looks, confusing me for a moment.
Oh! Of course, they only studied magic for attacking and defense here, nothing much else, all painfull.
"Ah, it wont hurt.....just change your looks and all."
Hartia glanced up at me.
"Silver, explain to them, or I will not permit you to do this."
Sighing, I explained,
"It'll change your eye color, hair color, and the color of your magic. Not to sure what else I can do, but if I havn't done it before, I wont do it now."
A girl, she seemed like a leader, asked me,
"How do you know it wont hurt us? Who've you done this to before?"
I shrugged, asking,
"You think these eyes come natural?"
Giggles spread around them, funny, I thought that there had been about ten of them before, but now it looked more like twenty.....
I sighed, and walked over to Hartia.
"*Master*, will that suffice your needs?"
"Nearly, girls, he's using his own spells, he made them, but he's been tester to them himself, so I don't think any harm can come from it."
After those willing came foward, I asked them,
"Who wants new eye color? I think it's reverseable, but don't count on it, I havn't tried yet."
Three of them stepped foward, and the first one I looked at was blonde, she had glasses, though I couldn't be sure, I thought one eye was brown, the other blue.
"Right, what's your name?"
She blinked at my qusetion, staring into my eyes, then half whispered,
"Deliliah."
I nodded at her, it was perfectly natural, if annoying, for her to be afraid.
"What color do you want?"
She gulped quickly, then asked,
"Is...can you do amytheist?"
I nodded again,
"I can try."
Getting her to relax and sit down wasn't easy, she was so tense I could feel myself getting tense.
Finaly, I got one of her friends to sit next to her, the familiar presense relaxing Deliliah.
Concerntrating, I managed to get through all the eyes, then the seven girls for hair changes, before standing up again to face the rest.
"You see my magic now?"
Forming a ball of it in my fist, I waited untill they all agreed, then extinguished it,
"It used to be red, not silver. Anybody for a change of their magic?"
Two girls stepped foward, Deliliah and another, Erris, who now had bright purple hair, deep blue eyes, and wanted.....
"Pink."
Everybody there stared at the girl.
"Well, I can die my hair, I can wear contacts, but my magic is mine, I want it to be different from anybody elses."
Hartia stepped foward.
"Erris, think about it. Pink. You complain that nobody takes you seriously as a sorceress, do you think having pink magic will help them at all?"
The girls face looked surprised, then she gave a sheepish grin.
"No, but what else is unique?"
Everybody was silent, untill I voiced my opinion,
"Unique is origional, origional is natural. You should keep your natural magic, it's yours, and unique to you."
Erris contemplated this, then grinned at me.
"Thanks Silver, I will!"
*~*
"So, *Master*, how'd I do?"
Hartia glanced sideways at me, as we made our way back into the tower.
"What do you mean?"
"How'd I do? Weren't you supposed to be testing me?"
A look of understanding passed his face, and he thought foe a moment, before answering me,
"Well, you didn't fail at anything, so I guess you passed."
I snorted. What an Idiot!!
Stopping at the stairs that led to the part of the tower which in turn led me to my room, I turned to Hartia.
"Shrimp....*Master*, am I needed anywhere else today?"
He shook his head,
"No, but you are required to attend dinner with the rest of us, and I'll be back to inform you tomorrow morning!"
Trying my hardest not to make a smart remark, I gave a small wave and headed off.
**~~**
Dinner.
Dinner was, well, hard to explain in words, thoughts as it happened to be.
Stretched out on my bed, with it's wooden frames that matched the theme of the room, door, walls, floor, desk, all wooden, I remembered what had happened before at dinner.
6.00 pm had me out in the hallway, hearing from a passing student that it was nearly dinner time.
I had headed down, hoping to get in there first, eat, and get out before anyone else.
Hoping, as had the rest of the entire school body.
The wooden doors had stood open, and entering, I found a large room, 8 long tables lined up in a sort a grid to the right, a kitchen in the next room to the left, connected by holes in the wall to serve the long line of students through.
I had walked over to the said line of students, and after a short while, a lady in her thirty's had walked down the line, handing out the plates, and yelling at those who cut the line.
Two guys in front of me kept staring at me now and then, then would start to push each other around, smashed a plate, got told off, and returned to stare at me over their shoulders.
I ignored them, and those who watched me in the same manner, getting my dinner, and had then turned to face the seats, eventualy sitting in a corner seat, on a long wooden bench, furthurest away from anybody already sitting.
A quick glance at each group already formed told me who they were; airheads, athletes, nobody's, smart poeople, macho guys........ the list went on as more groups formed, mainly turning into four, each at a different table; the one closest to the door, and in the middle of the room had the middle average people, the one next to that was the 'rejects', the table against the wall opposite to the door was the 'popular' group, and the table I was at seemed to be the 'smart' people.
It was like personality racism.
Wonderfull.
I noticed that a group of people at the 'average' table was growing, and got interested when the 'popular' ones ditched thier table to join them.
Pretending to ignore them all, I had watched my food, untill a hand grabbed my shoulder.
Swiveling around, as fast as I could in those damn robes, I faced a girl about thirteen years old smile at me.
"Was it you that changed Erris' hair?"
I stared at her for a moment, then looked over to the group, where a certain purple hairded girl gave me a small wave from the middle of the group.
Great.
Nodding, I tired to turn back to my food, only to find a stronger, not- female hand on my shoulder.
Sighing, I turned again, this time staring into the brown eyes of a blonde nineteen year old guy.
"What's your name, kid?"
I ignored his words, staring into his eyes, wondering if he'd go away.
He blinked a few times, unnerved by my silence.
"Look kid, how can I say who you hang out with if you don't tell me anything?"
This interested me, why would he tell me anything?
"Pardon?"
The polite word was lost in my cold, hard, almost evil voice, and startled him again,
"Wow........uh, I'm Vectrum, and I'll decided who you can hang out with."
This blonde was getting on my nerves, so I cocked my head to the left a little, feeling my hair sway with my movement.
"Whatever gave you the impression you had the right to make that decision?"
He smirked, a truely hideous look on him,
"I'm the strongest person here, magic wise and physically, so you've got no choice if you want your nose in it's current shape."
I slowly got out of my seat, faced him, and stared into his eyes, knowing that he'd look away quickly, as he had,
"You're on."
**~~**
"So, not gunna back out?"
We were outside, on a grassy hill, two teenage males surrounded by a wide ring of other teenagers, some happy enough, others worried for our saftey.
He was smirking at me, and I didn't like like. I remembered thinking that I'd have to get rid of it, for him.
Not speaking, I moved so that my arm was ready for attack, and the blonde followed suit, staring me in the eyes.
All had been silent even the wind wasn't heard, no animals or people had dared to move as we stared, then he had shouted some chant, aiming a magic blast towards me, missing by a large degree.
I had stared at where it had hit, a good five feet away, wondering if his aim had been a joke, then realised I was neaded to attack when another spell hit a little closer.
One quick spell, and twenty minutes later, I was now still on my bed, eyes closed, thinking.
Really, I shouldn't have gone to dinner.
A quick knock sounded on my door, then I could hear the brass handle turn as the person entered.
"Silver."
Opening my eyes, I watched as Hartia closed the door, and sat at my desk.
"Hn?"
Not wanting to talk, I closed my eyes again, but found I was able to picture Hartia in my mind as well as I could see him.
"Vectrum is currently in the infirmary, broken arm, cracked coller-bone and several cuts. Would you know anything about this? He claims it was you."
I shrugged, indifferent to Hartia's knowledge of this or not.
"Silver, to be honest, I'm glad that the guy got beaten, he was way to cocky, but do you realise what you've got yourself into?"
I cracked an eye open studying his reaction,
"A few detentions, who cares?"
The red head sighed, he had been afraid of this,
"No, he was the leader of the students, and you defeated him, so now you're the leader of them."
No.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, and if you don't, then they'll all be lost, and start fighting over who is, and it won't be pretty."
"No, I had a fight with a guy and won. It has absolutly nothing to do with being popular or not. There's no way I want to 'lead' these imbiciles."
Hartia sighed, and looked me directly in the eyes.
"You know it does, it's a sort of alpha male thing. Silver, accept this. You've got some things that need sorting out; one, the girls are after you, wich creates two, the guys are all jelous, and three they all want you to lead them. So what are you going to do about it?"
I shrugged.
"They'll get over it, they'll get over it, and they'll get over it."
"They won't, they won't and they won't. Your not going to be able to ignore this, your the best here so far, and already have a respect from the others."
"They can shove their respect up their-"
"No, you'll have to be their leader, and make yourself un-available."
*~~**~~**
Ok, shorter then normal, or so I think.... but be glad I remembered about it. ^^;; With all my homework, I nearly forgot about this!! Sorry.
BETA REDA NEEDED!!!!!!!!!! If interested, please e-mail me!!! Check my info page, it should be there!
~ Dark_lil_devil
~Sapphire Dragon;
Chicken. Yes, I am watching the re-runs for that very episode, for that very moment. How could I resist from putting that in?! I fell off the couch laughing!! (At half midnight.... waking a few people up)
And yes, I also hate how everybody thinks that a blonde is an airhead!! I may be blonde, but hello? Am I not writing this, which I would like to believe is far from airheadedness? Anyway, no, I do not believe anybody is an airhead, it's just that some, such as me when I'm enjoying life, are happier to forget to be serious, to let the little things be wonderfull. (Like my friend stealing my bag, telling the guy I used to like I wanted to go out with him, and then giving my bag to this guy that pisses the hell outta me!!)
Ahem, yesss..... Um, Hartia is his teacher, and after a nice long think about it... (very long).... I have remembered why I did it.
While Majic/Silver is able to defeat Orphen with his magic, what Hartia is teaching... well, attempting to teach him, is how to do the normal stuff, which, (sorry if this offends anyone), he sux at. So, Hartia teaches him that, while Silver will....... do something to improve his own abilitys. Maybe another teacher..... maybe I dunno..... maybe I have a killer headache, and punching the keys so hard doesn't help.
Thank you!! It's great that your enjoying this, And I'm VERY sorry for the long wait, I was concerntrating on my other story, (and thought I'd posted two chaps of it that I hadn't), and also I just started third form. Man, SOOOO much WORK!! And bloody homework.... and I had it so easy last year. *sigh*
Damn, better cut this off, sorry, I like to go on, Thanks!!
~Danyella Skyler Silverfire
Wellllll, Thank You. Glad to hear you like it. Yes, angst is good. I agree, never let anybody say otherwise. Most of my friends don't know what angst is. -_-;; Oh well. Better start this chappie, thankx for the review, it's appreciated! *waves angst flag*
*~*
Ok, I'm just going to say that in most parts of this story, when Silver is alone with Hartia, all the *Master*s are in the voice Majic uses in what I think was the first episode??? Somewhere around the birdwatching? I think..... Oh well, hope you can remember his tone of voice, 'cause it's stuck in my head.
*~~**~~**
Several pathetic, weak spells later, I sat down, not caring where, and felt myself glare daggers at an innocent beetle travelling across a blade of grass near me.
"Silver, how about you try the spells you made, now?"
He couldn't fool me, even though his voice was calm, I could tell he was fighting away laughter with all his might.
Ass.
I sighed, and stood again, taking aim at yet another practise rock.
A big boom later, Hartia was staring at me.
"What?"
He collected himself,
"Ah, I'd forgotten how powerfull you could be, after your first......ahem, well, now what?"
I shrugged.
"Um, any others?"
This got a smirk.
"Yeah, but I need another person to work on."
I might have been the evil tone in my voice, or maybe the look in my eye, but something about me caused Hartia to take a step back.
"Ah, I need to observe.......maybe you could find a friend to use it on?"
Friend?
"Master, are you forgetting that I've only spent one class in contact with others, and that was in bored silence?"
Hartia sighed, apparently thinking fast, then,
"Ah, you appear to have a fan club already, Silver."
Huh? Fanclub?
What was Shrimpy on about?.....
Staring at the doors to the castle, I watched as a bunch of what appeared to be giggling airhead girls appproached us.
"Who the....ahem, who's that?"
Hartia smirked at me, the knowing look really hacking me off.
"Your fanclub. All those girls approaching, are most probably single, and on the hunt; you're the prey, my dear student."
Ignoring the bad urge to let loose a string of bad words, I instead had a great idea.
"Master?"
"Hm?"
"Before, you said indirectly, not to ignore them. How about I involve them?"
"How so?"
Before he could stop me, I was off,
"Watch, *Master*."
Meeting the girls half-way, I said quickly, before they could talk,
"Hey, want to help me and Master Hartia with something?"
After a bit of giggling and whispering, they mostly agreed, then followed me back.
"Right, I'm practising a new type of magic, who can I practise on?"
They all shared scared looks, confusing me for a moment.
Oh! Of course, they only studied magic for attacking and defense here, nothing much else, all painfull.
"Ah, it wont hurt.....just change your looks and all."
Hartia glanced up at me.
"Silver, explain to them, or I will not permit you to do this."
Sighing, I explained,
"It'll change your eye color, hair color, and the color of your magic. Not to sure what else I can do, but if I havn't done it before, I wont do it now."
A girl, she seemed like a leader, asked me,
"How do you know it wont hurt us? Who've you done this to before?"
I shrugged, asking,
"You think these eyes come natural?"
Giggles spread around them, funny, I thought that there had been about ten of them before, but now it looked more like twenty.....
I sighed, and walked over to Hartia.
"*Master*, will that suffice your needs?"
"Nearly, girls, he's using his own spells, he made them, but he's been tester to them himself, so I don't think any harm can come from it."
After those willing came foward, I asked them,
"Who wants new eye color? I think it's reverseable, but don't count on it, I havn't tried yet."
Three of them stepped foward, and the first one I looked at was blonde, she had glasses, though I couldn't be sure, I thought one eye was brown, the other blue.
"Right, what's your name?"
She blinked at my qusetion, staring into my eyes, then half whispered,
"Deliliah."
I nodded at her, it was perfectly natural, if annoying, for her to be afraid.
"What color do you want?"
She gulped quickly, then asked,
"Is...can you do amytheist?"
I nodded again,
"I can try."
Getting her to relax and sit down wasn't easy, she was so tense I could feel myself getting tense.
Finaly, I got one of her friends to sit next to her, the familiar presense relaxing Deliliah.
Concerntrating, I managed to get through all the eyes, then the seven girls for hair changes, before standing up again to face the rest.
"You see my magic now?"
Forming a ball of it in my fist, I waited untill they all agreed, then extinguished it,
"It used to be red, not silver. Anybody for a change of their magic?"
Two girls stepped foward, Deliliah and another, Erris, who now had bright purple hair, deep blue eyes, and wanted.....
"Pink."
Everybody there stared at the girl.
"Well, I can die my hair, I can wear contacts, but my magic is mine, I want it to be different from anybody elses."
Hartia stepped foward.
"Erris, think about it. Pink. You complain that nobody takes you seriously as a sorceress, do you think having pink magic will help them at all?"
The girls face looked surprised, then she gave a sheepish grin.
"No, but what else is unique?"
Everybody was silent, untill I voiced my opinion,
"Unique is origional, origional is natural. You should keep your natural magic, it's yours, and unique to you."
Erris contemplated this, then grinned at me.
"Thanks Silver, I will!"
*~*
"So, *Master*, how'd I do?"
Hartia glanced sideways at me, as we made our way back into the tower.
"What do you mean?"
"How'd I do? Weren't you supposed to be testing me?"
A look of understanding passed his face, and he thought foe a moment, before answering me,
"Well, you didn't fail at anything, so I guess you passed."
I snorted. What an Idiot!!
Stopping at the stairs that led to the part of the tower which in turn led me to my room, I turned to Hartia.
"Shrimp....*Master*, am I needed anywhere else today?"
He shook his head,
"No, but you are required to attend dinner with the rest of us, and I'll be back to inform you tomorrow morning!"
Trying my hardest not to make a smart remark, I gave a small wave and headed off.
**~~**
Dinner.
Dinner was, well, hard to explain in words, thoughts as it happened to be.
Stretched out on my bed, with it's wooden frames that matched the theme of the room, door, walls, floor, desk, all wooden, I remembered what had happened before at dinner.
6.00 pm had me out in the hallway, hearing from a passing student that it was nearly dinner time.
I had headed down, hoping to get in there first, eat, and get out before anyone else.
Hoping, as had the rest of the entire school body.
The wooden doors had stood open, and entering, I found a large room, 8 long tables lined up in a sort a grid to the right, a kitchen in the next room to the left, connected by holes in the wall to serve the long line of students through.
I had walked over to the said line of students, and after a short while, a lady in her thirty's had walked down the line, handing out the plates, and yelling at those who cut the line.
Two guys in front of me kept staring at me now and then, then would start to push each other around, smashed a plate, got told off, and returned to stare at me over their shoulders.
I ignored them, and those who watched me in the same manner, getting my dinner, and had then turned to face the seats, eventualy sitting in a corner seat, on a long wooden bench, furthurest away from anybody already sitting.
A quick glance at each group already formed told me who they were; airheads, athletes, nobody's, smart poeople, macho guys........ the list went on as more groups formed, mainly turning into four, each at a different table; the one closest to the door, and in the middle of the room had the middle average people, the one next to that was the 'rejects', the table against the wall opposite to the door was the 'popular' group, and the table I was at seemed to be the 'smart' people.
It was like personality racism.
Wonderfull.
I noticed that a group of people at the 'average' table was growing, and got interested when the 'popular' ones ditched thier table to join them.
Pretending to ignore them all, I had watched my food, untill a hand grabbed my shoulder.
Swiveling around, as fast as I could in those damn robes, I faced a girl about thirteen years old smile at me.
"Was it you that changed Erris' hair?"
I stared at her for a moment, then looked over to the group, where a certain purple hairded girl gave me a small wave from the middle of the group.
Great.
Nodding, I tired to turn back to my food, only to find a stronger, not- female hand on my shoulder.
Sighing, I turned again, this time staring into the brown eyes of a blonde nineteen year old guy.
"What's your name, kid?"
I ignored his words, staring into his eyes, wondering if he'd go away.
He blinked a few times, unnerved by my silence.
"Look kid, how can I say who you hang out with if you don't tell me anything?"
This interested me, why would he tell me anything?
"Pardon?"
The polite word was lost in my cold, hard, almost evil voice, and startled him again,
"Wow........uh, I'm Vectrum, and I'll decided who you can hang out with."
This blonde was getting on my nerves, so I cocked my head to the left a little, feeling my hair sway with my movement.
"Whatever gave you the impression you had the right to make that decision?"
He smirked, a truely hideous look on him,
"I'm the strongest person here, magic wise and physically, so you've got no choice if you want your nose in it's current shape."
I slowly got out of my seat, faced him, and stared into his eyes, knowing that he'd look away quickly, as he had,
"You're on."
**~~**
"So, not gunna back out?"
We were outside, on a grassy hill, two teenage males surrounded by a wide ring of other teenagers, some happy enough, others worried for our saftey.
He was smirking at me, and I didn't like like. I remembered thinking that I'd have to get rid of it, for him.
Not speaking, I moved so that my arm was ready for attack, and the blonde followed suit, staring me in the eyes.
All had been silent even the wind wasn't heard, no animals or people had dared to move as we stared, then he had shouted some chant, aiming a magic blast towards me, missing by a large degree.
I had stared at where it had hit, a good five feet away, wondering if his aim had been a joke, then realised I was neaded to attack when another spell hit a little closer.
One quick spell, and twenty minutes later, I was now still on my bed, eyes closed, thinking.
Really, I shouldn't have gone to dinner.
A quick knock sounded on my door, then I could hear the brass handle turn as the person entered.
"Silver."
Opening my eyes, I watched as Hartia closed the door, and sat at my desk.
"Hn?"
Not wanting to talk, I closed my eyes again, but found I was able to picture Hartia in my mind as well as I could see him.
"Vectrum is currently in the infirmary, broken arm, cracked coller-bone and several cuts. Would you know anything about this? He claims it was you."
I shrugged, indifferent to Hartia's knowledge of this or not.
"Silver, to be honest, I'm glad that the guy got beaten, he was way to cocky, but do you realise what you've got yourself into?"
I cracked an eye open studying his reaction,
"A few detentions, who cares?"
The red head sighed, he had been afraid of this,
"No, he was the leader of the students, and you defeated him, so now you're the leader of them."
No.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, and if you don't, then they'll all be lost, and start fighting over who is, and it won't be pretty."
"No, I had a fight with a guy and won. It has absolutly nothing to do with being popular or not. There's no way I want to 'lead' these imbiciles."
Hartia sighed, and looked me directly in the eyes.
"You know it does, it's a sort of alpha male thing. Silver, accept this. You've got some things that need sorting out; one, the girls are after you, wich creates two, the guys are all jelous, and three they all want you to lead them. So what are you going to do about it?"
I shrugged.
"They'll get over it, they'll get over it, and they'll get over it."
"They won't, they won't and they won't. Your not going to be able to ignore this, your the best here so far, and already have a respect from the others."
"They can shove their respect up their-"
"No, you'll have to be their leader, and make yourself un-available."
*~~**~~**
Ok, shorter then normal, or so I think.... but be glad I remembered about it. ^^;; With all my homework, I nearly forgot about this!! Sorry.
BETA REDA NEEDED!!!!!!!!!! If interested, please e-mail me!!! Check my info page, it should be there!
~ Dark_lil_devil
