I am sorry I haven't posted in a while! My computer kind of broke... anyways I hope you like the story!
Reviews-
darkestsoul:
lol...very funy! i love it... stupid evil shade! and as Z put it he is "That evil pile of dead tree waste upon an Iris" which is quite funny... now anyways... keep up the great work!
Thank you! I like some funny here or there. I shall keep up the great work! -gets a very determined expression.- -.- wow thats tiring work! hee hee hee Well my faithful reviewer have a muffin for being the best. -gives them a muffin.-mmmm muffins... I'm going to go bake muffins.
The Story!
"When the sky reaches the darkest color, just before it lightens is the most magical time. You can never truly know what to expect. You must remember though, the worst of things have just an equal opurtunity to surface." A soft silky voice filled Carilisia's ears.
"Never let the downward feeling bring you to it. It's always best to hold your head high, love. Don't let those disparing thoughts fill you."
"What if I slip? What if something so horrible happens, like you and mommy leaving me, that I cannot halt those quivering thoughts from surfacing?" She could hear her own voice now, or what should have been. Those haunting words brought tears to her eyes, though she chose to listen on.
"My dear child, always remember that for every bad thing that happens to you that exact amount of good must be happening to another. It may not equal out in your mind, though it will seem so to them."
"I don't under stand. How can losing my family be healed by knowing another is just as happy."
"Well their happiness may not seem much to you, but to them it could be a rare and beautiful thing to have so much joy bestowed upon them, even if it's something small, a tiny bit of joy can save a life. Remember not everyone is a fortunate as we are."
"Why do people have to suffer than? Why can we all not be happy?"
"There must be a balance within everything. Take nature for instance. Nature is niether good nor evil. It remains in balance. For every rainy day, there is a sunny day. It may not seem so to you, but it happens all the time. That is the way with people and happiness."
"So if there is a world filled with evil people, there must be just as many good people?"
"Yes darling, just as many. It's up to you to chose which ones are good, and which ones are just lost, for they aren't truly evil, they were just taught to be evil by someone before them, therefor they are never truly evil.They aren't to be hated, instead you should love them as you would anyone else."
With those final words fading in Carilisia's head she heard different voices, "Her memory is not reflecting what we wish it to. I suppose we will just have to ask her."
"I tooolllldddd yooooooouuuuuuu soooo!" Z taunted as she entered the tent. "hello little one!" She exclaimed to the awakening child. "How was your sleep? Good, not bad? Well I should hope thats how it went! Are you hungry at all?"
"Excuse me, I'm not sure who you are ma'am but you cannot just walk in here and attempt to take," the voice was interupted.
"Oh? I suppose your the one who is going to attempt to stop me?" Z laughed a wicked laugh. "I wonder what is your number of exseses?"
"It's two. Higher than the average amount."
"Oh okay then. So are you coming then dear?"
"Now just wait a minute! I'm going to get the superior of this camp here if you don't leave her there. I'm under strickt orders from sir Tolk, and I expect to follow them."
"Aww Tolky is such a push over." She said as she rolled her eyes and hellped Carilisia to her feet and was just about to leave.
"Stop! You cannot leave. Nor can you insult a superior guardsman in such a manner!" He said as he moved to block the tent entrance. He extended his arm straight out forward and stood there.
"Do I have to make you move then? Alright but it's your fault." She spoke with a hint of laughter in her voice. She stepped forward and grabed his extended arm's wrist and twisted it behind his back. Using her left foot she sweeped it beneath him sending him to his face in a matter of a few seconds. "Bye!" She called as she led Carilisia out.
"Where to know My Dear?"
"I don't understand Miss, where am I at?"
"Well I'm sure your on the ground in the middle of a forest of corse!" Carilisia just stared at her and came to a halt wondering if she did not quite comprehend the question. "Well come along silly, it's about lunch time. You've been sleeping for days! Your friends refused to leave without knowing of your well being."
"Oh."
Miles away in a burning pit that once was the small town many lives were lost to protect were two people, one shade, and one spright. The spright sat on what used to be a wall and sang the most melodious and sad songs "Henum-ralin ahmi yomin sal-lii true-lenti adorah saliti sona-kima tro-linci yabrin. Sajiimi jorun-ica solem-biyan ickle-nef so-seek amin. Sayor-ra i-bishneb somii-sentriek solembi ohm. Heshnarla sentickro som sebrimo santishna seleb keesh sho nef" The strange words were sad and beautiful.
By the end of the song the spright had tears down her face and a soft pale blue light began to suround her.
"I see you are giving an opening for sleep? Thats right, dear sister, sleep."
A spright or a sprite only ever felt sarrow if he or she was going to sleep. For once they slept they did not awaken until the turmoil of the world was over. Now that she had given up, only one of the sprights remained for all the rest had given way to the slumber of war.
Eragon awoke in a cold sweat. He had only been sleeping for ten minutes when his nightmares struck. He couldn't get over the guilt of leaving his friends behind. The guilt of it all tugged at his heart becoming almost unbearable.
'Don't alow it to bother you. There isn't much you can do.'
'I know, but I wish I had done somehting! Can we not go and see if we can rescue them?'
'Yes we shall, but first you need your rest. That will be a dangerous mission.'
Carilisia had just finished eating when Alymay limped over to her and held her in a tight hug. "Oh I'm so glad to see your alright!"
"The same to you! You look far better than you did before!" Carilisia had noticed most of Alymays injuries looked far better.
"Well thats because they fixed me up quite well here, sure I hurt my foot pretty badly when I fell off that ladder but other than that I'm quite well. Well there are the three holes in my body, but those aren't anyfun."
"Well thats great."
"I'm glad that nothing has happend to you!" Alymay still hadn't released Carilisia from the bone snapping hug.
"Well if you don't mind, would you be a dear and get me some air?"
Almay laughed and let her go. "I'm just so over joyed that your okay Ri!"
"I'm overjoyed myself that I'm okay." She smiled.
"Carilisia!" Arya stood in the door way and smiled. She wore the most beautiful garments. Her pale blue shirt and leggings matched perfectly with rust colored boots and hair ribbon, which tied her long hair behind her. The belt she wore was of gold with saphires and garnets expertly laid into the threads of gold. On either side of the belt a weapon was hung. On the left was a long black leather shelth with a golden tip that seemed to be in an 'A' like pattern. The part that formed the top of the 'A' reached an inch from the bottom in a perfect triangular pattern. A centemeter thick on each side a downward triangle formed the cross in a beautiful patern.
"Arya! I missed you!" Carilisia exclaimed jumping up and hugging her. "You hadn't visited in a while, why not?"
"I was drawn away by a, problem." She said unsure of what to speak to the child.
"Well thats okay, I'm just happy to see you!"
"Well come now little one! It is time for bed." Z said in a fake mothery voice that sounded stern, in a funny way.
Within the tent where all the children were sleeping Carilisia was placed between a girl with blonde hair and many freckles, and a brunette boy who looked extremely bored.
"Well now it's story time!" Z sounded positively radient with joy. Her stories were enlightening at time, though they made for rather poor bed time stories.
Tonight I shall tell the story of the Wise Man and the Fool.
'I pity the fool who fell into a poor man,
Though I pity the wise man who lived like a fool.'
"The Wise Man. The wise man was of course extremly wise. He always knew the best way to solve just about any problem. Even though in order to solve many problems he had to give away many of his own possessions, he was happy that he could help. He knew that sharing your splendor with those less fortunate then your self, was one of the most precsious gift one could give. He was a mild natured man, never lost his temper, always spared time to give advice and even though he was quite old, he never said no to a person in need. He went on his merry way for as long as anyone could remember. Until the day he met the fool."
Z spoke in the captivating way only a select few could. Her words filled with a lesson, also held an interesting story behind them. You never knew what to expect from her stories, though you could always tell the people in the room were indeed listening.
"The Fool. The fool was indeed very foolish. He may not seem foolish to you perhaps you are too similar to the fool? The fool was a very greedy man. He always took from people and never once gave anyone anything. He hadn't any friends, but was to preoccupide with getting more money, he never noticed how lonely it was to be him. When he went to vilages, he pretended to be a poor lonely traveler, the vilagers, unaware of his greedy heart, always took pity on the poor fool. They fed, sheltered, and even clothed him in new clothes for the ones he wore were all rags for he never wished to spend any money to buy new ones. Eventualy he came to a town where a 'foolish' man was said to be. People called him a fool for he gave away everything he owned to anyone in trouble. Little did this fool know, the fool he went to see was the Wise man.
When the fool finaly reached the wise man he was under the impression he could fool him into giving him his money, or anything else he owned. He would use an old fools trick.
"Excuse me sir, but I am in need of help. Could you please help me?"
"What is your problem lad?"
"Well you see, I'm a lonely traveler and I haven't any money. I was robbed, I was hoping I could tell you a secret in exchange for something?"
"Why you poor dear, here I believe I have some food if you would like. Don't bother with that secret." The wise man knew this trick quite well. He instead of giving the fool his money, he offered him food. When the traveler said he hadn't need for food, the thievs left him that, the wise man offered him a blanket. The fool once again told the wise man he still had that item, the thieves hadn't taken it. The wise man listed everything until the fool would have said 'No the thieves left me that.' However, the wise man asked him if he had any money, the fool not knowing the trick snapped at him. "Of course I have money you old fruitbasket! Why couldn't you just be kind and give me the money! I need that money!"
"What for?" Questioned the wise man.
"I told you, because I was robbed!"
"So you were trying to swindle me? I thought you might when you turned down a fresh meal. I thought you might when you turned down the blanket, the fresh clothing, the cleaning tools, the shoes, the stockings, the quill and ink to write home telling them you were in trouble, and I knew you were when you told me 'Of course I have money.' Now you see traveler, I do not give to greed. That only builds the greed to worst things."
" You crazy old man! I need money! I can't survive without it please help me?" The fool had not heard what the wise man had told him. He thought the wise man was talking about another item he could offer. He had not realised that he had already admitted that he had not in fact been robbed, but most likely to have done the robbing.
"Good day to you young sir." The wise man stepped past him and went on his merry way, his long silvery grey hair whisping behind him.
The fool was angry. He had been tricked! How could he, as good as he was, be fooled! He couldn't understand what had happened. He asked himself "How could one crazy old man distract me so? He must have known I was going to trick him! Tommorrow I shall arive in disguise and I shall trick him then!"
The next day came and once more the foolish travler went to where the wise man was. That day he was dressed, and wore a fake wig and beard to apear as an old man.
"Please sir, I need your help." He weezed in a broken old man's voice. "I feel ill and no one will help me. I haven't the money to pay for medicine, I heard you might be able to help me?" The fool thought for sure he had tricked the wise man.
The wise man stood up and reached in a bag he had around his waist. He dug inside and pulled out some herbs and the tools to make medicines. "Tell me, what is your illness."
The fool did not know what to do then. He decided to say, "I do not know. I feel clamy, and my head is all abother. I'm so weak and so tired. I can hardly do much. It nearly exsausted me leaving my bed to dress today. I do not know what is wrong with me, please I need help." The fool thought that sure enough the man would give him money so he could go and buy medicine.
But oh no, the wise man knew somehting was not quite right there. The old man had complained heavily about being tired, though he didn't look tired at all. He has said he had nearly been too tired to move after dressing himself that morning, how was it he had gotten to him? Then the wise man knew. It was the same greedy man from the previous day. He was quite indignant with the way he treated him and he told him so.
The fool was not at all happy now. For the next several weeks he followed the wise man spending his money like crazy trying to keep his disguise from apearing. Soon enough, he hadn't any money at all.
It was when he was on the street sitting there staring at the stones that made up the path way the wise man walked up to him. "I think you may need this friend." The wise man had handed him a piece of parchment. With that he walked away whistling merily.
The fool opened the piece of paper and did not expect what he found He found the words 'To give the gift of friendship, is the kindest thing one can do.' The fool, now a poor man did not understand. Then he saw a little boy. The little boy had badly worn clothes, and looked hungry. He knew what he wanted to do from then on and he did it.
He followed the wise man's path. He helped where he could, and gave what others needed. Until one faithful day he met another fool, and then he knew what that paper ment. You can have everything you've ever wanted and be the smartest person in the world and still be a fool. The poorest man may not have any money, or much food or clothing, but because he has friends and a family, then he will have spent his life well. The rich fool may have anything he ever wants and thinks the wise poor man has nothing, when the poor man may think the same thing as he tucks his tiny daughter into bed."
Her story finished with mostly everyone drifting off to sleep. A few of the older children were still awake talking very quitely to one another about the story, for that was how things often went.
"Lookit! They are all happy now!" Z exclaimed from the doorway. "Can I go get moy friends now?" She asked while giving them an adorable smile that only someone that seemed like they were three years old could give.
"No, your going to have to stay here. Were going to get them." The speeker this time was a man of about 6'2. His hair was a long black shaggy mane, and his eyes were just as black to match. His skin color was a bronzed color with a cream colored marking stretching up his left arm. He word a sleeveless cream colored shirt, and black leggings of the same material as what half of the rest of the people in the area wore. He bore a sword that had a golden stripe and the rest of it was black, not the white of the other six they had all seen. This intreagued Carilisia.
"What does the golden stripe with a black backround mean?"
"He's the leader of a legion of the undead, he gets black for that, and the gold means he's evil." Z said.
"It does not." He began iratably and everyone was sure they hear Z mutter "crabby penguin" as he talked. Completly ignoring her and responding to Carilisia's question. "The black means I lead large groups at a time, and that if for anyreason any of the main Generals are killed, then I take their place, not just the lowest of the generals. The gold means I am prowessed in all fields."
"Know it all." Z giggled.
"Oh? What about you? Ms. Diamond stripe."
"I'm just special! You Jelous Hippie."
"Whats a Hibbie?"
"Err it's Hippie, and never mind." Z said with a shifty eyed expression. "Anyways onward!" She exclaimed.
"No not onward, your staying here."
"I am not, Kevin Linty Tolk. I am going where I wish to."
"Yeah, and I'm a pink shoe on a golden duck." Tolk responded annoyed,"You can't go, you have things to do here, remember?"
"I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna!" Z whined at him. "I wanna go find my friends!"
"Too bad, you can't."
"Can too."
"Can not."
"Can too."
"Can not."
"I'm gonna go anyways meany pants!" Z said as she stalked off for the forest. "I want to go find my friends and my sissy and your not stopping me, if you try I'll have you demoted!"
"Sure you will." He said with an eye roll.
"I will." She said. Her voice was no longer in its childlike way. It sounded much more like it should and much colder than any of them would have liked to hear.
Someone had appeared behind Arya, Alymay, Murtagh, and Carilisia. "A Spright's anger isn't something you want to be dealin' with mind you. Devilish little things they are when they want to be. If you had to chance between and Shade's anger and a Spright's, take the Shade." He had a strange accent that no one seemed to be able to recognize.
"Thats just silly, Shades are far scarrier than a kind sweet Spright could be." Said the blonde girl Carilisia slept next to. "Shades are the worst."
"Nah little missy. Little Z may be cute and cuddly when she wants ta be, but when she is in one of her little moods, I'd stay clear of her. She's older than she looks and admits to. She's one of the oldest known sprights in exsistance. She is far more powerful that you realise."
The little girl didn't believe him. "Now your just a silly grown up. My daddy taught me all about Shades. A Shade's wrath is the worst thing possible. Even the Ra'Zac don't pose as much a threat as the Shades."
"Little missy, you don't understand. Sprights aren't considered worst than the little buggers you call shades because they aren't often angry. Though their anger takes up the missing emotion's a Spright doesn't have. Such as fear, surprise, shock, disbelief, and all the other ordinary feelin's you feel every day, they don't feel. They are either happy, angry, love, and hate. They are fearless naturaly due to fear being an emotion, though they can feel sadness. That is truly how a spright dies really. Sadness. It's called a sleep to them, more like death to me. They never wake up again unless the turmoils of the world are over, so thats a long time to sleep. Some o' them though wake up after a while. Like Z did.
"Though 'fraid your gunna have'ta aske her on that one. None of us are sure why she's back either. It's a blessing I suppose given her power, but when she woke up is a mystery. Always blundering on about some insane contraption or another. Nutters the lot of 'em.
With the final statement of 'nutters' Carilisia was not so sure which one was the nutter, him, or Z. Perhaps both.