Moonstorm; I'm actually getting part of this story from Shiva's Fire, it's
a great book. But I haven't read it since last year.
Henchman; 0_o and you're writing a fanfic using things from the book?
Moonstorm; Yeah, unlike you, I can remember things. In pretty fair detail too ^.^
Mia1218; 0.o don't break it, you might need it later. I thought she would say something like that, 'cuz you know how she is. Actually, the dance has a lot to do with it. The Pen-Name is awesome, I bow down to your brilliance ^.~
Rurouni tomboy; I really don't like how short the chapters are, but at least I get them out as soon as possible.
Riverwood; you're welcome. 0.o erm.....yeah hello little plushie!
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News about the cobra traveled quickly, growing more elaborate and farfetched after each telling. No one wanted their children to socialize with 'that freak'. Who knew what she would put into their heads.
Because of this she spent most of her time in the woods near her house. Days flew by, her father's beating were relentless as the sun rising in the sky, and there was no changing it. The only relief she found was wondering about that stranger. The one with the red hair.
It was nothing more than a childish crush, so she thought. Wondering deep into the forrest,the night after her 7th birthday, looking for refuge. Something seemed to call her. Moving deeper, and deeper into the woods, until she stumbled apon a clearing.
Water crashed down into a smaller pool, trees surrounded her on every side. It radiated sort of peace that Misao had never known.
Misao walked towardsthe water and stumbled over something. Looking back she saw a box with it's content strewn across the ground. Sandal wood, and a carving knife. Acting on their own, Misao's hands reached out and grabbed the items.
She stared at them. Then she felt someone grabbed her hands, and fitted the knife's handle into them. But that was impossible, she wasn't doing it, and there was no one else around. Her hands were being guided. Carving the sandal wood slowly, she was at ease, she felt a familiar presence. No it wasn't her mother, but she trusted it.
She carved late into the evening. Finishing her work, she began to study it. It looked so real. The presence left. The statue was Shiva, destroying the world, then dancing it back into creation. She marveled at the work her hands created. True, she was helped, but she had made it.
Misao yawned and rubbed her eyes, she'd just take a rest, yeah, and sneak back in the house. Heck, her father might not even notice her gone. She slipped off into a deep sleep. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______ Moonstorm; Ah! Victory is mine! I have Doritos! YAY! ^.^ want some?
Henchman; 0_o and you're writing a fanfic using things from the book?
Moonstorm; Yeah, unlike you, I can remember things. In pretty fair detail too ^.^
Mia1218; 0.o don't break it, you might need it later. I thought she would say something like that, 'cuz you know how she is. Actually, the dance has a lot to do with it. The Pen-Name is awesome, I bow down to your brilliance ^.~
Rurouni tomboy; I really don't like how short the chapters are, but at least I get them out as soon as possible.
Riverwood; you're welcome. 0.o erm.....yeah hello little plushie!
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News about the cobra traveled quickly, growing more elaborate and farfetched after each telling. No one wanted their children to socialize with 'that freak'. Who knew what she would put into their heads.
Because of this she spent most of her time in the woods near her house. Days flew by, her father's beating were relentless as the sun rising in the sky, and there was no changing it. The only relief she found was wondering about that stranger. The one with the red hair.
It was nothing more than a childish crush, so she thought. Wondering deep into the forrest,the night after her 7th birthday, looking for refuge. Something seemed to call her. Moving deeper, and deeper into the woods, until she stumbled apon a clearing.
Water crashed down into a smaller pool, trees surrounded her on every side. It radiated sort of peace that Misao had never known.
Misao walked towardsthe water and stumbled over something. Looking back she saw a box with it's content strewn across the ground. Sandal wood, and a carving knife. Acting on their own, Misao's hands reached out and grabbed the items.
She stared at them. Then she felt someone grabbed her hands, and fitted the knife's handle into them. But that was impossible, she wasn't doing it, and there was no one else around. Her hands were being guided. Carving the sandal wood slowly, she was at ease, she felt a familiar presence. No it wasn't her mother, but she trusted it.
She carved late into the evening. Finishing her work, she began to study it. It looked so real. The presence left. The statue was Shiva, destroying the world, then dancing it back into creation. She marveled at the work her hands created. True, she was helped, but she had made it.
Misao yawned and rubbed her eyes, she'd just take a rest, yeah, and sneak back in the house. Heck, her father might not even notice her gone. She slipped off into a deep sleep. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______ Moonstorm; Ah! Victory is mine! I have Doritos! YAY! ^.^ want some?