I DON'T OWN ANYTHING OTHER THAN MY OCs LILKA AND ARGINETT!
Arginett: *looks around* Where's Gandalf?
EmpressArginett: …. Not here at the moment.
Arginett: I know that. Where is he?
Cecelia: Just start the story already!
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Last Chapter;
"The rangers have been invited to the council of Elrond." Everyone except Cecelia gasped.
Now;
"The council of Elrond? We were banned from that year ago!" Lunatia shouted at Arginett, who glared at her.
"Yes; I know. I was there, remember?" Lunatia blushed, nodding. "Gandalf talked with Elrond, and now that my services are needed, they have decided to be nice to us. And it's a good timing, since I still need to introduce Cecelia to everybody. They are all so easily entertained, it's pathetic." She then dismissed all of them to go do as they pleased until she called for them. Cecelia went to go explore the village with Margeret, while Lunatia and Lilka started to spar in the clearing. Omri and Arginett started going over the plans for the trip to the council and what they thought would go on afterward
Arginett PoV;
I had used the dragon's arrival as an excuse to leave- not abandon- my apprentice with Lilka. I needed to talk to Gandalf about the curriculum of a magic apprentice, as well as that of the normal apprentice. I teleported to Gandalf's wagon, and when he saw me, I hugged him; "Where are we?" I have this strange sixth sense that lets me know where everyone I am overly familiar with- that is not an innuendo, I mean people I spend a lot of time with- is at all times. That meant that I can teleport to where they are, but I usually don't know where it is. Does that make sense? Well, anyhow, Gandalf pretty much ruined my already peachy mood with his answer, "Im going to go help set up and prepare the council of Elrond." I scowled at him; my team had been banned from the council of Elrond three years ago (at that time) because of a fight that –believe it or not- Lunatia started. It was a spat over the rights of those with galactic lineage, such as children of Luna. She ended up yelling at Elrond himself, calling him things that are not lightly mentioned in public. (Such as a boil on the rear end of the world, in not as nice terms)I asked him about the apprentice thing I mentioned earlier, and we spent quite a while talking about the subject. Apparently, there is a lot more about apprentices than I thought there was. I wonder how Gandalf ever accomplished it./1/ Once he had supplied me with enough information- did you know that if a magic apprentice surpasses their mentor within the first year of their contract, they are required by law to get a higher ranked teacher? Cool, huh- he gave me the opportunity to practice my bragging rights on him. Although you may not see it, Cecelia is quite the specimen; she has the strength, endurance, and overall potential to become worthy of my little gang. Right now, she's just an honorary member, but I have the feeling that she'll grow a lot over the time I'll know her. Of course, she does have some flaws, as I told Gandalf, such as her infuriating curiosity and her ability to be infernally slow on the pick-up. After I told him almost everything about her-except for the color of her underpants, which I don't know myself- he started as if he had just remembered something. "Arginett, I forgot to tell you, but Elrond has invited your clan to rejoin the council, and you are allowed to come to the meeting this week." He smiled at me, completely ignorant to the fact that he had not remembered this until three hours into our conversation. I was peeved, to say the least, and I promptly told him so. Once I had calmed down, I asked him who all I could bring. He told me that Elrond had invited me, Lunatia, Omri, Lilka, Cecelia, and my husband, who I would have to pick up from where he was staying. I realized absentmindedly- I'm absentminded a lot, just so you know- that my husband, Logan, hadn't met my apprentice yet. Then I realized with less of an absent mind that he would probably scare the *$% out of her, so I would have to somehow remedy that. I turned to Gandalf, who had waited patiently through my space-out, and said, "You know he doesn't like you- Logan doesn't, and yet you still find every way to antagonize him whenever you see him. I don't get why." He grinned like the little imp that he is, "Because it's so much fun!" All of a sudden, Margeret appeared in front of the wagon. Now, the problem with this is, when I randomly appear, people don't even blink, but when Margeret pops up, they have a coronary. Anyhow, she walked up to me quickly and said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world- which now that I think of it, it really has become a thing that happens quite often- "Cecelia's in grave danger." I jumped to my feet and teleported to the valley-dwellers' village. I saw the horde, and everyone-including Cecelia- tensing up for the wave, and before I even though about it, launched myself at the orcs. But, you already know what happened next, so I don't need to tell you, do I?
After Cecelia ended up having lunch with one of the villagers and heard Arginett yelling, she followed Lunatia to find her rather zany mentor. When they stepped into the clearing, Cecelia was greeted with a dagger flying toward her, with Lunatia made no move to block. Cecelia braced herself for impact, and was pretty surprised when the dagger's hilt hit her in the stomach; Arginett had thrown it backwards. She glared at her mentor, who was trying and failing to contain her laughter. Fortunately, her laughter was highly contagious, and soon everyone in the clearing was giggling. Once Arginett calmed down and the rest of them recovered their composure, Arginett explained her actions, "I just wanted to see how good your reflexes are." Cecelia raised her eyebrows, and Arginett grinned, "They stink. Lunatia, I'm going to ave you train her as often as possible. Start today, after giving her the basics spar with her a little bit. Okay?" Lunatia nodded, smiling. Over the next hour, Lunatia tutored Cecelia on the more basic techniques used with a dagger, as well as gave her tips of usage, maintenance, and practice. She was given the homework of finding the right materials for cleaning and creating daggers. After Cecelia thought her mind would burst from all the information she was getting, Arginett called a stop. While Cecelia had been learning the art of daggery, Lilka, Arginett, and Omri had been playing catch.
Arginett walked over to Cecelia and Lunatia. "Now that you've learned some of close combat, I'm going to get you started on my specialty," reached into her overcoat's pocket and pulled out a dagger, "throwing the knives." She made a motion with her wrist and the dagger flew into the air. As Cecelia looked around for it, a bird fell from the sky, speared through the heart. She gaped at her mentor, who looked like she was trying not to be smug- and failing miserably. As Cece peppered Arginett with questions, the teacher taught, and the student studied, for the next two hours. After Cecelia was done, and lay in a pile of sweating girl, some of the villagers came up the Arginett with food and equipment as thanks for protecting their home. Arginett took it all with a gentle smile, and she and Margeret spent the few remaining hours of the day sorting and packing all of the needed supplies for the trip. They had decided to meet Aragorn at his army's camp, and then ride with him to the council. After a while, they just started to talk, quickly becoming off task. When Arginett made a comment about Margeret's outfit, her daughter told her to go die in a hole. Arginett grinned, "Been there; done that. I got sent back,
Cuz heaven didn't want me-"
"And hell was too worried that you'd try to take over." Margeret interrupted, trying to offend her mother. Arginett just nodded, accepting the jibe as a compliment, leaving her daughter scowling.
Margeret PoV;
My mom was-is and always will be- insane. I know I say this every other second, but she was. She had gotten an apprentice, but she did like being a teacher; I don't count, as I'm her daughter, but in reality, I was her first apprentice. I have two grandfathers, but both are from my mom's side. I have no grandmas, grandpas, uncles, aunts, cousins, or anything else from my dad's side, but that's because I was conceived out of wedlock. I know who my 'sire' is, but he's not my dad. Logan's my dad, and no one else. See, my mom and sire had an awkward relationship, since his family didn't allow her species to marry theirs, and so they acted married while technically dating. They had a kid, me, but then they grew apart, and before you know it, my sire went and married someone else, leaving my mom- he's not a sleaze; he gives child support, even though mom doesn't need it, and he's nice to me. I just don't think of him as my dad, because he didn't raise me- and then she went and lived with Charles, who was an old friend of hers. He runs this big school-type thing, in a place that you can only get to if you know my mom. My mom reconnected with her old buddies, namely Logan, who had been rejected by this (cough-hair-dye-cough) red-headed psychic, and they started dating. After they realized that they weren't fooling anyone, whey got married and I was raised by them. They had a kid together, my little brother, named Bran, and now we're one big happy family. Logan still works for Charles, so he's away a lot, but we don't resent that; we're all perfectly content. Now that I've updated you on my life story, I shall tell you about current events. We are training that scrawny apprentice, and she shows promise in 'daggery' as my mom calls it. Mom will probably show her some of her own tricks, sot that she can adapt them and make them her own, and I'll help her however I can. Am I jealous that my mom protects her as if she were her own daughter? Of course not; she needs protection, and a parental guidance, even if it is my insane mother. If I seem at all distant towards her, it because the happy-enthusiastic-spaz genes jumped over me and into bran. I prefer not to show my emotions outwardly, as they are a hindrance in battle. No, I was not brainwashed by my mother, I thought of this all on my own, and I am not crazy. I need to stop now, or I'll be ranting on about it for a while. How about some more background information? No? Too bad, I'm gonna tell you anyways.
This is Margeret's Information Special;
My mom-as she's more interesting than I am, I shall tell you about her and her friends- met Lunatia and Omri when she was searching for Aragorn, after they had been separated for a long, long time. They had fought before -Mom and uncle Aragorn- but they had lost contact for a while. Anyways, she met them by coming upon Omri's tree and spotting Xara through Omri's window-yes, her tree has windows- after they established that she wasn't going to harm them or the valley-dwellers, they all became fast friends. This is just a preview for our illustrious Special, but next time, there will be information on Lunatia, the exotic humanoid life-form!
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After everyone calmed down, Cecelia started asking Arginett questions about Aragorn, the great king. She still hadn't heard or didn't listen, and so she had no clue that her mentor was the older sister of her hero. She practically drove Arginett into non-existence with her ramblings about how great her was, and soon even Lunatia admitted to herself that it was getting to be a bit much, so she not-so-subtly got Cecelia to shut up, and they all settled down for bed. They set up a bon-fire, with all of their bedrolls situated so that their heads were near the flames, while their feet faced the outside. All of them, that is, except for Arginett; she gave Cecelia a heart attack by walking into the fire, laying down, and smolderingly fell asleep.
Cecelia PoV
SHE JUST FLIPPING SAT IN THE FIRE! WHO DOES THAT WITHOUT WARNING PEOPLE? HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT SHE WAS IMMUNE TO IT? I NEARLY DIED, SEEING HER DO THAT! NO CONSIDERATION, NONE AT ALL!
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EmpressArginett; I've noticed how different the PoVs can sound in my head. i.e. Omri's PoV was formal and logical, like her-though nothing like the person who created her, who's is not me- and Cecelia's is emotional and somewhat clipped, like Maverick, but Arginett's is rambling, random, unfocused, and just plain wacky, because I based it off of my own everyday though process. That's why it's sort of difficult to write PoVs of someone who is nothing like you, because you have to portray their personality through their thoughts and opinions.
And then I think of Omri's creator, who, in this situation, would probably be saying,
"Waaaaffffllleess…I WANNA TACO!" D_D *gimme taco*
Instead of, "Let this be a warning to those who would harm the innocent in their greed." _ *glare*
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/1/- Arginett was Gandalf's apprentice for a long, long part of her life. He taught her all the magic that she knows, except for that which she made up herself. She learned all other things from Steve, her foster father.
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IM SORRY; I know that I jacked up the story pretty badly with the first two chapters; I would take them down, but then I would have no way to explain the events before these!
IM SOO SOOOOO SOOOOOOOO SORRY!
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