Before i forget:
I don't own any MaxRide or Twilight references. I own the world of Yer and all who inhabit it. :)
Time to answer the questions i got in my reviews(you can ask me questions ya know. i just know u were all wondering who Zhay's father was in Untamed Soul..don't lie.)
Wings(The only person who's asked questions)-
1. i have 2 methods that give me my totally random names: 1) i go 2 rink works. com / namegen (just without the spaces. lol.) OR 2) i just punch my keyboard and see what i get(my personal favorite) OR i just put letters together when im writing it by hand when my sister steals my computer, but its the same thing.
2. don't try and hide it everyone. u've been wondering about this too...*drum roll* how do you pronounce Vdzr's name?! well. i found that name on that name generator site and thought it was awesome cause it has no vowels! i use it for all my evil wolf characters in RPs. :) anyway, i'm not really sure how to pronounce it but here's my best guess: Vud-zer. I might just make a list of abbreviations cause one of my friends complained that you couldn't pronounce the names and that Kaltezira(KAL-te-zir-a) doesn't roll off the tongue but it does...to me at least....
So that's it. feel free to ask more questions 'cause i actually enjoy answering them! lol!
now im gonna ask you guys a question: should i write a prequel on how Max and the flock save the world and this totally awesome world of Yer came to be? cause i just got the idea...so tell me in your review. it would be after the fifth book comes out in like a couple weeks just so im up 2 date...
AND NOW IN THE STORY...we get to the good part! no boring beginning like in Untamed Soul(i wrote it and i thought the first six chapters were boring...if i rewrite it those are gone. especially chapter five...) but we just jump write into it! sorry if its kinda shortish..but if you review you get the next chapter...I Swear She Flew Off the Canvas...i love that title..:)
Chapter One: Kaltezira
"Zhayrald!" Ziaghra shouted, ripping the sheets off my bed and sending me toppling to the floor.
"What!? Is the Zlhorv army attacking?" I asked, jumping up.
"I honestly don't know," she said. I pulled a pair of jeans over my boxers and a t-shirt over my bare chest.
"Then why did you wake me up like that?" I demanded, belting my father's sword. It had been a little over a year since my mother had given me the sword and told me of the prophecy that surrounded me.
"It would be better if I showed you," she said with a sigh. She ran out the door and I just stood there, confused. Darting back into the room, my mother grabbed my hand and dragged me behind her. "Come on, now, we don't have all day." As we ran down the halls, and jumped staircases, I noticed that the sun had dyed the sky a brilliant red, an almost blood red, as it rose. In the main hall, we were joined by fifty soldiers.
"Okay, this is anything but anything of no significance. What's going on?" I asked again.
"Zhayrald, just trust me," my mother said. "You will understand once you see for yourself." As we reached the doors, the soldiers burst through first, going into a defensive position and pointing their arrows at something, and Ziaghra stopped me.
"Don't do anything stupid and reckless," she told me before pulling me through the doors.
Why would I do anything stupid and reckless? I asked myself. And then I looked at what the soldiers were pointing their arrows at. Oh, that's why.
Just standing there like nothing was happening or hundreds of arrows were being pointed at her, was Kaltezira. One of her hands griped the pole on the top of the watch tower, her wings were spread and her hair was tossed by the wind. The rising sun at her back was almost the same blood red as her wing tips and her blade were supposed to be. At a quick glance, she looked like she was ready to call down the army of Zlhorv and destroy us all. As her eyes seemed to land on me, I saw that she wasn't going to do that.
"Zhay, go up there and make sure she isn't here to kill us, okay?" Ziaghra asked me. I nodded and took a single step closer to Kaltezira. "And remember, nothing stupid and reckless," my mother reminded me.
I nodded again and took off running down the streets. My wings unfurled and carried me into the sky. As I flew closer to the watchtower, I felt thousands of eyes watching me. All of these people knew my destiny, the prophecy surrounding me and the girl standing on the watchtower that looked like she was going to kill us, they probably told it as a bedtime story.
"Kaltezira," I whispered as I landed in front of her, still amazed by how her name rolled off my tongue.
"Hi," she said. I heard myself chuckle, for what reason I don't really know, as I placed my hand over hers as it gripped the flag pole. I half expected her to say something as I smiled at her, but she remained silent. She looked like she had just walked out of the painting that hung in the hall and flew up here, her wings, her hair, and even what she was wearing was exactly like the picture.
The only difference was in her eyes. While they remained hazel, they were not glaring at me with an icy gaze as they did in the painting. They reveled so much about her. She looked lost and confused, not like she was going to kill us.
"Aren't you gonna say anything?" I asked, breaking the silence. That might have been the stupidest thing I have ever said, but at least it was something of significance.
"Yeah, how do you know my name?" she countered. I let myself laugh nervously as I ran my fingers through my hair. Now I knew why she was confused.
"How do you not know mine?" I countered. Then I realized that my free hand had wrapped itself around Kaltezira's waist and my face was less than an inch from hers. And she hadn't asked what the hell I was doing and why. She was brave, but I could see the fear in her eyes, and it only made me love her even more.
"Well, I only got to look at that painting for all of three seconds," Kaltezira whispered. I chuckled and we heard the muffled laughter of the soldiers below us. I watched as Kaltezira rolled her eyes and reached the sword at her hip.
"Do that we are both dead," I informed her, grabbing her hand to stop her.
"Zhayrald, you're going to be dead if you don't come down here," Ziaghra called up to me. Way to ruin the moment. More like stab the moment through the heart and watch it bleed to death.
"Mother," I complained, turning around to face Ziaghra. Right now, I really hated her.
"I was going to tell you that we should be going in anyway," Kaltezira said, now standing next to me, her wings pulled tightly against her back. "It's going to rain soon."
"How do you know?" I wondered as she jumped from the tower, landing on the hard packed dirt below.
"Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning," she recited like a nursery rhyme. "Duh." I barely heard her say the last part as thunder rolled through the sky and it started pouring. Great, just great.
As I jumped from the watchtower, being the coordinated genius I am, I lost my footing and fell on my back into the mud. Of course, Kaltezira saw the whole thing and laughed, her laughter ringing in my ears even through the thunder. I glared at her as I tried to pull myself up, only to fall back down when she smiled. I sat there, stunned as the rain fell on me and Ziaghra greeted Kaltezira. I heard the two talk but the words did not register in my mind.
"Let's get you out of the rain, first. Zhayrald, get out of the mud," my mother called, breaking me out of my trance. I let out a silent sigh and pulled myself up.
"I'm trying, Mother," I told her, standing. I thought I heard Kaltezira's faint chuckle as I jogged over to them, covered in mud. I rolled my eyes and walked beside Kaltezira as Ziaghra led us back to the castle. I was surprised by how easily Kaltezira fell into step with us, in more ways than in the literal sense. It seemed as if she belonged here.
yay! that was fun to write...if you review...well i cant give u plushies cause i don't have any...but i can give u a cookie!