Errr...hi! I don't own David Eddings! ^_^ Thanks for all the reviews I've been getting, by the way! You have no idea (or maybe you do) how much you need encouragement with a fanfiction, or maybe just I need encouragement with a fanfiction...either way....here's the next chapter:
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Mum and I were in the town near our village after my dental appointment, when it happened.
"So, what happened at school today?"
Pffft! Like I'm gonna tell you!
"Oh, nothing much...."
"Well, I need to go to the bank, will you wait outside?"
"KAY!"
While my Mum stood in line I skipped up and down the main street of the small town near our village. I got several odd looks, probably as I look closer to seventeen than fourteen, and a "seventeen year-old " skipping up and down a busy street is an unusual sight. However, at the moment I didn't care. Bevier had taken off the spell when I got in from school and I was busy goofing off as much as possible without his constant supervision. There was only some old people standing at the bus stop, so I didn't have that many observers. Humming a Beatles tune under my breath, I procceeded to dance outside the door of the Building Society.
"Come togetheeer! Right noooow! Over meee-"
"Right, Marjory, home?"
I spun to face my Mum.
"Righty ho!"
Together, we walked back towards the car park, with me still singing under my breath. Sometimes I wonder why she doesn't disown me.....
Suddenly, there was a large-ish crowd of people around us. No big problem, they were mainly just men coming home discussing the footie.
"Awww, Rangers are pure the best man!"
"Aye, that goal was a beauty!"
Football......boring.....
"Is that her?"
"Yes."
"How can you tell?"
"I can almost smell that revolting styric magic coming off her!"
My humming trailed off as I heard the hissing voices. Did that one say "Styric"?
"You can sense her power? Are you sure it's her?"
"Of course I'm sure, you idiot! I'm here to find the girl, you're here to bring her in."
"Yes, but she looks moon-kissed. How do you know for sure she's The One?"
"Look, she's giving off Styric magic! Where do you think she's getting that energy from if she's not The One! Is a friendly knight helping her out, perhaps?" the voice was dripping sarcasm. "The worlds were seperate until now, she *has* to be The One!"
"I suppose you're right. Do we get some fun before bringing her in?"
"Yes, as long as she's alive the master won't care. In fact, if she's going to be trouble to bring in, we're just to kill her. But she *can't* come through alive without being bound, gagged, and under our control, understand?"
"I understand."
Oh...my...God....are they talking about me?
My pace started to quicken. The sooner we were in the car and home the happier I'd be. Alas, it really wasn't my day. I almost tore the door off the car in my haste to get inside, only for my Mum to exclaim:
"Oh, no! I must have left my handbag in the Building Society, I'll be two minutes!"
And she was gone, leaving me vulnerable in the car. I locked the door and attempted to read my book. Everytime I heard footsteps I would jump, but they were mainly just the inhabitants of the town. I started to relax. Then I saw out the corner of my eye a shadow. I glanced up to see two men at the end of the pavement, both were staring at me. I gulped back a whimper and tried to concentrate on the book again, but I could feel their stares burning into the back of my neck. I looked up sideways again, and examined my stalkers.
They were both in rather non-descript dark clothes, one had slicked back black hair and was tall and skeletal, the other had course brown hair, and was rather more muscled. The looks in both their eyes made me want to hide int the car dashboard.
Finally, and about time too, my Mum appeared and we drove home. I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that those two men had given me. Why were they interested in me? Did they know about Bevier? What was that they were talking about "The One"? I mean, it sounded like a Mary Sue fanfiction! What the hell was up with it? And what did that guy mean "Moonkissed"? How offensive can you get? I prefer "random" myself.....
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It was later that evening, and I was surfing the net and listening to old music, and Bevier appeared. He always seemed to do that. It was bloody amazing! Well, it was also bloody embarrasing as I was singing along (and dancing) to "Mrs Robinson" by The Beatles.
"Greetings, My Lady."
"Here's to you, Mrs - WOAH! Hi!"
I smiled brightly at him, trying to pretend I hadn't actually been playing air guitar at all.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, just surfing the net, pull up a chair."
He did so.
"What is a net? And why are you surfing it, whatever that means..."
I grinned, and explained it. He blinked a little, and I decided a demonstration was in order.
"Look, it helps me get information, kind of like a huge limitless library. If I go to, say, Google.com I can look up anything I want..."
"Err...why were you looking up Georgina The Dancing Pineapple?"
"Uhhh....for school?" I lied glibely.
"...Your education system is very obscure...."
"Yep, I know."
"So, you can look up anything you wish?"
"Almost anything, and I can get pictures and stuff as we-"
"Marjory, who are you - what?!"
My mum looked wide eyed at Bevier sitting next to me and I felt myself turn bright red.
"Well, uhhh...you see..., mum, it's like....uhhh...."
Suddenly Bevier murmured something and my mum's eyes glazed over.
"Never mind, dear, I thought I heard someone in here..."
She turned and wandered absently away, and I turned to stare incredulously at Bevier, who smiled a little self conciously.
Of course! The spell from the books that stops people noticing him!
"That's how you get in and out my house without my parents knowing, and how you creep up on me, isn't it?"
he looked a little put out at this exclamation.
"I do *not* creep! Anyway" he changed the subject "back to this net busness. You get information on it?"
"Yep."
"Would I be able to use it?" there was curiosity in his voice now.
"Uhh...sure..."
I curled up in the corner with my book, and read. And read. and read. And fell asleep reading.
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It was in the morning, I woke up with the book over my eyes. I was lying down on my bed.
How did I get here?
There was a knock on the door, and Hugh wandered in.
"Awake?" he asked.
I yawned. "Mhm."
"Good, Bevier put you here last night after you fell asleep. he didn't want to wake you, or something."
"Oh my God, is he still here?"
"No, he left ages ago, but he found what he was looking for."
"....which was?"
Hugh handed me a print off and I scanned it.
"Proffesor Tammas? Expert in cross-dimension transportation theories, UFO landings and other phenomena? What the hell?"
"He might be able to help us, Marjory. If we can figure out how bevier got here, we're half way to finding out how to send him home."
"So what did you do, email the guy?"
"Nup, he lives in Glasgow, we'll go and visit him today!"
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Heheheheheheheh, the plot thickens, like a good soup! ^^;; I'll try and update soon. I own the two stalker guys, and Georgina the dancing Pineapple. I own nothing else, not even myself. Review please.