I am sorry that I took so long to update on this fic... but i simply could not find the hand written chapters. It turns out the reason i couldn't find it is cuz I typed up half of the chapter and posted it as a whole last time, so I was left with the ending half of it, somewhere hidden among the piles and piles of paper in my room (i am not kidding, there litterally are PILES of paper.)
It took me a long two hours to find it. Anyway, here it is.
Youngling Only Not
Morning came, just as Yung Seung had said. A ray of clean sunlight leaked through the heavy canopy of trees and struck her squarely in the face, making her tired eyes flicker open, jamming strobes of both light an pain into her head.
Groaning soflty, she rolled onto her feet, holding a hand to her head. Yung Seung slept soundly on the other side of the fire, his sword laying just in reach.
He seems paranoid... The priestess decided, unaware of touching her belt to reassure herself of her own blades.
Heaving a soft sigh, she looked about the quiet wood. the dew had settled amongst all things, making the world seem as though covered in a glass glaze.
Smiling, she listened to the idle sound of flowing water and glancing once more in Yung Seung's general direction, she walked away.
It was only about a five minute walk when she came upon the rocky banks of a giant river roaring with power. It's white foamy waters crashing with energy and majesty.
Grinning, she scrambled down the inclined bank to the rock covered side, near the slow waters, lapping the shore.
Carefully she looked about and began to remove the gold ornaments hanging in heavy clusters around her neck. After pulling her stocking and shoes off she looked around again and began to wade into the icy waters, biting her lip at it's cold touch.
Sighing, she sank under her fingers running through her thick sticky locks of hair.
The water, though cold gently cleaned the blood and grime fro her skin, letting her pores breath again.
As she moved towards the faster flowing water, the preassure gently knead her sore muscles, relaxing her into a quiet calm silence.
Smiling again, she pulled the outer layer of her top over her head and off and began to scrub the dirt away, frowning at it with dislike.
Under the top she had a white tank, which was relatively clean and was staying on, no matter how secluded the river was.
After rubbing the dirt off her clothes she began to scrub herself, washing her face with determination to feel less irritable.
After about half an hour, she sat idly on a nearby rock and let the sun dry off her outer clothes, it's hot rays stroking.
The bath had served both her failing steem and wounded body. She was now pale, her skin as smooth as ivory, large brown eyes rimmed not by grime, but long dark lashes and her smooth dark hair pulled back from her face in two careful braids.
Her senses were feeling so much more adjusted and energized that she actually heard him coming, long before he actually got there.
Turning she watched Yung Seung silently appear on a rock behind her, standing with his sword on his shoulder comfortably. What was most surprising was the look on his face.
Talim didn't get up, but blinked back at him, hugging her knees to her chest idly.
"By fate... you're young." he muttered, staring.
She frowned slightly, wondering if that was a good thing. "I'm 15 if that's what you mean.' she admitted.
He let out a gasp. "Three years younger- curse it..."
She narrowed her gaze at him in warning, confusion not being her preffered state of mind. "What?"
"How long have you been training?' he snapped.
Talim seethed in silence and stood smoothly, walking over to her discarded outer clothes and pulled them on over her white ones.
Yung Seung scowled. "I asked you a question."
"You've yet to answer mine." Talim replied shortly. She wasn't one to hav ea temper, nor one to pick a fight, but simply being around him was annoying...even to her.
He stared in slight shock. Talim ignored him and picked up her blades, strapping them to her belt.
Finally she tured to face him. Very young, and very ready.
"I thank you for helping me, but now I must go my own way. I need my shard back." she murmured, not even bothering to find how he had come to a piece of it himself.
he scowled and stepped off the boulder in front of her. "I'm not giving it back."
Talim blinked at him and extended her hand. "I need that shard, it's what will lead me on my way." she insisted quietly, her voice steady, her eyes pleading.He looked at her calmly and shook his head. "no."
Closing her eyes she stepped back, hands laying on her hilts. Yung Seung found himself taking a half step back, his sword comng to his side. "Don't do it." he warned, watching her fall into fighting stance
She took her blades and brought her firsts up smoothly, shaking her head, a worried frown on her face.
"Please, I need that shard." her voice was now pleading, but Yung Seung wouldn't have it.
"No."
"I am sorry." she whispered, her eyes sad. "Please... try to understand."
Then hell broke loose.
(A/N: Hehe, just thought I'd take a break for a second to let you guys know that this was supposed to be where I left off for the 'last' chapter... i cliffhanger, i guess, but noooo, i didn't type it all up so I couldn't. However, I DO have the rest of it now... So, I'll be a nice person and continue. Which sucks, cuz i wish i could leave it as it is... agh, never mind. I'll keep going. Psh. I'm too nice...)
The clash was enourmous, making her ears throb. Grunting heavily, she shoved him away, sidestepping out of the way to avoid the heavy blade that crashed into the ground where she stood.
yung Seung cursed and kicked her squarely in the stomach, throwing her to the nearby tree. With a clatter, the priestess dropped her blades and crumbled against the rough bark of the weathered trunk.
The air was knocked out of her lungs. Trails of throbbing pain worked their way around her torso. the pain was enough to make her cry out, crumbling to the ground.
Yung Seung walked towards her slowly, panting, a dark look crossing his face.
"what are you?" he asked, slipping his sword under her chin.
Talimg sat, gasping. The cold steel bit softly into her flesh.
The voice returned whispering urgently.
Don't let him... He is nothing. You need to solve this mystery. Get the shards and run.
Talim sighed softly, worn. All right.
Her fist clenched around her blade and she screamed, knocking the sword away, her whole body launched itself at him, knocking him off balance and to the ground.
with a cry, Yung Seung rolled out of the way, avoiding her blades. they shattered the rocks, digging into the ground.
Gasping, he pulled himself to his feet and kicked, before talim could pull her weapons from the ground.
Eyes flaming with concentratio, she blocked the blow with her bare arm, ignoring the dull throbbing. With a grunt, she grabbed her sunker hilt for stability and kicked him squarely in the face, sending him backwards again.
Groaning with the effort she ripped the blade from the ground, twirling it as she advanced towards her opponent.
Yung Seung blocked her quick blows, his head pounding. Her last kick had connected with the soft tissue on the side of his head, making the colors swirl and her face seem distant.
Talim, on the other hand, was fighting with cold indifference, her senses blazing with feriocity and superiority.
She knocked his sword aside and threw her shoulder against him hard, sending him flat on his back as a result.
Smoothly, she came down upon him, her blade sinking into the ground inches from his neck.
Her other blade twirled, sparkling in the morning light and stopped on his neck, cold and ruthless.
her eyes however were flaming at first, intense with power and violence. As they held still, in the silence of the wood, listening only to the trickling of the water and their haggard coarse breathing, she lorst her fire and her eyes grew pleading. Once more she was young and innocent.
"Please, just give me the shard." she whispered, her voice wavering slightly. Her blade however, did not.
Yung Seung stared at his confusing girl who had appeared out of nowhere and could become a supreme fighter or a lost child within seconds...
"I can't." he replied quietly, eyes stubborn. "My country depends on me."
Talim let out a disappointed breath, eyes narrowing with irritation. He doesn't understand...more than a country is at risk. The world itself will succumb to this evil...
She sighed, and looked at him long and hard. "I cannot let you go then." she murmured. The blade pressed harder against his throat, the threat obvious.
Yung Seung swallowed hard, seeing true will in her eyes.
"Go ahead and kill me then." he retorted, daring, eyes still determined and stubborn.
Talim shook he rhead slowly at him, leaning in close so he could feel her soft sweet breath on his face and see her dark hurt gaze.
What he did see scared him...
The breath was knocked from within him, a deep shocking knowing being peered at him from those eyes, something equally young as old, and equally sweet as deadly. This girl knew all... and yet knew nothing.
"What-" he gasped softly.
With a grunt, Talim pulled the blade from the ground and hit him hard on the head with the hilt.
He fell falt, eyes closed.
Sniffing softly, she pulled herself to her feet, looking down at his limp form with mixed feelings.
Twirling her blades, she turned away and started back to their miniature campsite. Other than a lump and a headache, he'd be fine. A life for a life was only fair.
A welling of tears appeared in her eyes at the simple thought. Once before the Goddess had swept her away she had valued life, not caring for it's past... but now.
Now only fairness ruled her. Mercy was forgotten.
"Oh... how I loathe you, Goddess."
So, there it is, I shall post soon after, now that summer is on, I have a lot more time.
Ellie- I typo because, as you know, I have a good 100 or so other things to do during the day. Excuse me if I don't read something I already know. ((stick tongue out at you)) psh. if ya want, you can edit it and send it to me and I'll update it as edited by Ellie, all righty?
Please R&R.Excuse all the typos, I was typing it up rather fast, cuz I have to update ALL my fics... OO scary. anyway, yeah... thanks for reading, please review.
-White Scribe.