Authors Notes: Well, here I am again. Updating on the same day. I wrote
chapter 3 late last night at 1:00. I posted it before I went to bed, woke
up this morning, went to school, came home, and noticed that I got more
reviews. It made me happy. I'm an easy person to please. Ironically, when
I was half sleep, I made less spelling errors then when I write during the
day. Oh yeah! In chapter three, the part where Mrs. Everlasting's rings
fell off her fingers when she died is based on a true story. My great-
grandma was sitting in a chair sleeping, while the rest of the family was
watching TV. Suddenly she died, and her rings just slipped off her
fingers.
Warnings: Ditto as previous chapters. I don't own SSO or the "heavenly ones", however, don't use her without asking me first ok? (As if that'll happen!) Any suggestions for what her name should be? I stink at creating names, which one of the reasons is why I love fanfictions. I don't have to think up new names for the characters very often.
" " Conversations
' ' Thoughts
// // Passages from books, letters, etc
{ } Flashback modes
"Mother is dead isn't she?" Mariebella's voice asked quietly from beyond the thick oak door. Opening the door slowly Mariebella looked inside, and her gentle heart breaking at the sight before her blue eyes.
Cleao was a sobbing mess in Majic's arms. Cleao's hair was messy, her crystal blue eyes red with tears, and her soft skin was a pale, pale white. Majic had a dazed look on his eyes. Non-the-less he still held Cleao to him, trying to calm her down the best he could. He was rubbing his hand in soothing circles on her upper back, while he made a soft humming noise. 'Oh Majic, Cleao..I'm so sorry that this is such a hard time for you.'
Walking over to the distraught pair Mariebella hugged them both to her bosom. She started to stroke Cleao's long blond hair, a soothing gesture that she had done for her younger sister when Cleao was small child. Staring deep into Majic's confused, dazed look eyes she smiled her gentlest smile for him. "I always wanted a younger brother. Now I have one."
Blushing like mad at the sudden contact with Mariebella's chest Majic flushed with embarrassment. Cleao lifted her head from Majic's shoulder and glared at her sister. Rage and pain flashed through Cleao's face like lightning. "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner Mariebella? Why? Why!" Cleao's voice raised steadily rose in volume as hysteria started to set in. Cleao couldn't take it anymore. Confusing, painful emotions boiled up inside of her, wanting to escape in any way possible. "I hate you! I hate you!"
Majic realized what was happening to Cleao. 'Forgive me Cleao, but this is for the best!' Closing his eyes, Majic slapped Cleao with his right hand. Wincing at the loud slap that followed; he prepared for Cleao's loud, painful revenge to fall upon him. Lifting his hands up to protect his face he waited for the pain. When the pain didn't happen, he glanced up in surprise. Cleao was staring at him with a shocked look on her face. She had stopped crying, but tears still quivered in the corners of her eyes, waiting to be released. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry Cleao!"
Shaking her head slowly from side to side, her hair swishing back and forth covering most of her face Cleao replied softly. "No, thank you Majic. I wasn't acting right. Sorry I yelled at you like that Mariebella. I didn't meant it." With that the tears started gushing down her face in streams. Covering her face with her hands, Cleao started to cry even louder than before. 'I can't believe I just said to Mariebella. What is wrong with me?'
"Oh Cleao." Mariebella pulled Cleao in for another hug. Glancing at Majic she nodded towards the door. "Majic dear, there is tea ready to go in the dining room. Would you please..? I'll take care of Cleao. Thank you Majic-kun." Sparing Majic a quick smile before he left the room, Mariebella went back to comforting her distraught sister.
"It has started." Echoed a voice that had no sound, yet at the same time filled every crevice with noise.
"Yes it has."
"We should not interfere! This is a problem for mortals. Last time we took part in the affairs of mortals, we were nearly wiped out. Concerning ourselves in this fight would be a mistake. It involves sorcerers, mortals. Not us, the Deep Dragons." The second voice was a deeper baritone then that of the first speaker's.
"It is our problem! And if you shall not help me, then I shall help them myself. This a personal matter." A rich alto voice chimed in. Softer in tone then the previous voices, this had one more authority to it.
"Very well. Do you what you wish. But it may be too late to help them. Helping them could cost you your life." With a deep sigh the source of baritone voice started to fade from view, vanishing in the swirling silver mist.
"I know. But I shall not change my mind."
Warnings: Ditto as previous chapters. I don't own SSO or the "heavenly ones", however, don't use her without asking me first ok? (As if that'll happen!) Any suggestions for what her name should be? I stink at creating names, which one of the reasons is why I love fanfictions. I don't have to think up new names for the characters very often.
" " Conversations
' ' Thoughts
// // Passages from books, letters, etc
{ } Flashback modes
"Mother is dead isn't she?" Mariebella's voice asked quietly from beyond the thick oak door. Opening the door slowly Mariebella looked inside, and her gentle heart breaking at the sight before her blue eyes.
Cleao was a sobbing mess in Majic's arms. Cleao's hair was messy, her crystal blue eyes red with tears, and her soft skin was a pale, pale white. Majic had a dazed look on his eyes. Non-the-less he still held Cleao to him, trying to calm her down the best he could. He was rubbing his hand in soothing circles on her upper back, while he made a soft humming noise. 'Oh Majic, Cleao..I'm so sorry that this is such a hard time for you.'
Walking over to the distraught pair Mariebella hugged them both to her bosom. She started to stroke Cleao's long blond hair, a soothing gesture that she had done for her younger sister when Cleao was small child. Staring deep into Majic's confused, dazed look eyes she smiled her gentlest smile for him. "I always wanted a younger brother. Now I have one."
Blushing like mad at the sudden contact with Mariebella's chest Majic flushed with embarrassment. Cleao lifted her head from Majic's shoulder and glared at her sister. Rage and pain flashed through Cleao's face like lightning. "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner Mariebella? Why? Why!" Cleao's voice raised steadily rose in volume as hysteria started to set in. Cleao couldn't take it anymore. Confusing, painful emotions boiled up inside of her, wanting to escape in any way possible. "I hate you! I hate you!"
Majic realized what was happening to Cleao. 'Forgive me Cleao, but this is for the best!' Closing his eyes, Majic slapped Cleao with his right hand. Wincing at the loud slap that followed; he prepared for Cleao's loud, painful revenge to fall upon him. Lifting his hands up to protect his face he waited for the pain. When the pain didn't happen, he glanced up in surprise. Cleao was staring at him with a shocked look on her face. She had stopped crying, but tears still quivered in the corners of her eyes, waiting to be released. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry Cleao!"
Shaking her head slowly from side to side, her hair swishing back and forth covering most of her face Cleao replied softly. "No, thank you Majic. I wasn't acting right. Sorry I yelled at you like that Mariebella. I didn't meant it." With that the tears started gushing down her face in streams. Covering her face with her hands, Cleao started to cry even louder than before. 'I can't believe I just said to Mariebella. What is wrong with me?'
"Oh Cleao." Mariebella pulled Cleao in for another hug. Glancing at Majic she nodded towards the door. "Majic dear, there is tea ready to go in the dining room. Would you please..? I'll take care of Cleao. Thank you Majic-kun." Sparing Majic a quick smile before he left the room, Mariebella went back to comforting her distraught sister.
"It has started." Echoed a voice that had no sound, yet at the same time filled every crevice with noise.
"Yes it has."
"We should not interfere! This is a problem for mortals. Last time we took part in the affairs of mortals, we were nearly wiped out. Concerning ourselves in this fight would be a mistake. It involves sorcerers, mortals. Not us, the Deep Dragons." The second voice was a deeper baritone then that of the first speaker's.
"It is our problem! And if you shall not help me, then I shall help them myself. This a personal matter." A rich alto voice chimed in. Softer in tone then the previous voices, this had one more authority to it.
"Very well. Do you what you wish. But it may be too late to help them. Helping them could cost you your life." With a deep sigh the source of baritone voice started to fade from view, vanishing in the swirling silver mist.
"I know. But I shall not change my mind."