A/N; Konnichiwa! Finally I'm updating, go me! Anyway.... I don't have
much to say, except you guys better thank me, this is the second time I
wrote this chapter, and it was around 11:30 when I started.
sneazelburg; heh, I finally updated (thanks for reminding me), YAY! I'll check and see who wrote Shiva's Fire, it's a good book though.
Mia1218;Lol, Shiva's a Hindu god of destruction, and, in some cases, recreation. *gives you some Doritos* YAY I'm sharing!
Rurouni tomboy; Regualr, and yes, you may have some ^.^ . It's better than trusting her "father", though, isn't it?
Wolborg90;Muffins! YAY *runs around like a lunatic with a muffin stuffed in her mouth* Finally you reviewed.... I was getting impatient.
Neross-god; ^.^ Glad you like it. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________
The stars were bright above when she awoke. Startled she sprang up. How long was she sleeping. Misao prayed that her father had not noticed her absence.
Then she remember her carving. Peace drifted throughout her at the thought of it. She looked over to where she had place it and gaped. Surrounded in flames, Shiva's likeness danced, destroying and recreating at the same time. All the while his feet stamped on the dwarf of ignorance.
Misao watched fascinated, and then rmembered herself, she had to get home. She picked up the small statue and turned to leave. She walked slowly, so as not to drop the statue, but her mind whirled faster than the speed of light. What happened if her dad found out. She shuddered at the thought of it.
Misao felt tired and sluggish, almost not caring what waited for her at home. Almost. She had to figure out a way to get in the house without her father noticing, assuming, of course he hadn't noticed already. She shivered at the thought. The noise of her footfalls were all that broke the forest's silence. It was tottal, and seemed to be swallowing Misao.
Her unease grew, why was it so quiet? She wondered, glancing around. Somehow she knew something was going to happen, she just didn't know what. Her steps quickened until she was all but running. Her eyes grew wide with fright, and she broke into a full out run. Ignoring where she went, she just kept going.
The forest grew denser, Misao took no notice. Her leg tangled with a root. A piercing scream shattered the night's stillness. Misao fell head long onto the ground. She layed still, senses on full alert.
Nothing.
Misao eased herself from the ground. Her tension did not lift. Finally she noticed her surroundings. It was to be a long night. Getting to her feet, her ankle throbbed painfully. Misao checked the damage, not broken. She started off, sure of her directions.
The way was long and painful, and Misao was tired. Slow but monotonous, forever was the dragging steps and jolts of pain. After several hours she began to recognize things. Little things, like the odd twist of a stump, or a different rock formation. But she only became more high strung.
The forrest suddenly felt like an old friend, one she didn't want to leave. She turned to look back before moving on.
Her father's house suddenly loomed in front of her. It stood there, ominously beconing her forward. She reached for th door knob, and the very earth seemed to hold it's breath. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________
It took me 2 days to finish this chapter, but now I must stop, because it's time for bed, thank you for reading! ^.^
sneazelburg; heh, I finally updated (thanks for reminding me), YAY! I'll check and see who wrote Shiva's Fire, it's a good book though.
Mia1218;Lol, Shiva's a Hindu god of destruction, and, in some cases, recreation. *gives you some Doritos* YAY I'm sharing!
Rurouni tomboy; Regualr, and yes, you may have some ^.^ . It's better than trusting her "father", though, isn't it?
Wolborg90;Muffins! YAY *runs around like a lunatic with a muffin stuffed in her mouth* Finally you reviewed.... I was getting impatient.
Neross-god; ^.^ Glad you like it. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________
The stars were bright above when she awoke. Startled she sprang up. How long was she sleeping. Misao prayed that her father had not noticed her absence.
Then she remember her carving. Peace drifted throughout her at the thought of it. She looked over to where she had place it and gaped. Surrounded in flames, Shiva's likeness danced, destroying and recreating at the same time. All the while his feet stamped on the dwarf of ignorance.
Misao watched fascinated, and then rmembered herself, she had to get home. She picked up the small statue and turned to leave. She walked slowly, so as not to drop the statue, but her mind whirled faster than the speed of light. What happened if her dad found out. She shuddered at the thought of it.
Misao felt tired and sluggish, almost not caring what waited for her at home. Almost. She had to figure out a way to get in the house without her father noticing, assuming, of course he hadn't noticed already. She shivered at the thought. The noise of her footfalls were all that broke the forest's silence. It was tottal, and seemed to be swallowing Misao.
Her unease grew, why was it so quiet? She wondered, glancing around. Somehow she knew something was going to happen, she just didn't know what. Her steps quickened until she was all but running. Her eyes grew wide with fright, and she broke into a full out run. Ignoring where she went, she just kept going.
The forest grew denser, Misao took no notice. Her leg tangled with a root. A piercing scream shattered the night's stillness. Misao fell head long onto the ground. She layed still, senses on full alert.
Nothing.
Misao eased herself from the ground. Her tension did not lift. Finally she noticed her surroundings. It was to be a long night. Getting to her feet, her ankle throbbed painfully. Misao checked the damage, not broken. She started off, sure of her directions.
The way was long and painful, and Misao was tired. Slow but monotonous, forever was the dragging steps and jolts of pain. After several hours she began to recognize things. Little things, like the odd twist of a stump, or a different rock formation. But she only became more high strung.
The forrest suddenly felt like an old friend, one she didn't want to leave. She turned to look back before moving on.
Her father's house suddenly loomed in front of her. It stood there, ominously beconing her forward. She reached for th door knob, and the very earth seemed to hold it's breath. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________
It took me 2 days to finish this chapter, but now I must stop, because it's time for bed, thank you for reading! ^.^