Chapter Eight: Run (The Flames; They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

February 28, 2009

Over the next few days I had to force myself to lie still-but it wasn’t easy. I wanted to just get up and go after the army.

That feat sounded impossible.

But I had to do it.

Unfortunately, it turned out that I had to do it before I was physically ready.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the forest was quiet. Larhesa was outside, gathering herbs and flowers, and I was resting inside, as usual.

I suddenly heard voices. I looked out the window, and to my great horror found two men-the Dark One’s soldiers-shouting at Larhesa. She looked like she was pretending she had no idea what they were talking about, and suddenly I knew what that “what” was.

It was me.

They must have gone back to the cabin for my body-just as the soldier(who had stabbed me with the dagger) had said they would.

Then I remembered the reason that Darius had kept my body-the blood. Was the Dark One going to try to use my blood to create some sort of very powerful version of me? Who knew? His black magic was strong…

The soldiers were coming toward the house. My heart began to pound in my chest. I had to get away!

My body screaming in pain, I got out of the bed-fell is more like it-and crawled toward the window. I could just reach it-I would have to climb out of it. The door was out of the picture, because a few moments from now it was what the soldiers would come barging through.

I stood, gripping the edge of the window and biting my lip so I didn’t cry out in pain. I pushed up the window, my heart in my throat.

Somehow I managed to climb up and tumble out of the window. Hitting the ground caused my side to start bleeding again, and the pain was so terrible that I nearly passed out. But I had to keep going!

I limped away from the house, bent over and clutching my side. I wondered if there was any way I could hide in the forest until the men left, but that option quickly evaporated. I hadn’t seen from inside Larhesa’s hut that there was in fact a third man standing near the horses, holding the reins so they wouldn’t run away. Unfortunately, the man noticed me, and gave a shout of alarm.

The other soldiers were already in the hut, and I knew Larhesa would do something to try and stall them. I took off running as fast as I could. I would have to find a very good hiding place if I wanted to live.

Should I climb a tree? Should I hide under a bush? I quickly realized that when you are running for your life through a forest, you have a certain amount of options(as to where to hide) and if you want to survive, you pick one fast.

I saw a huge tree, and I was sure I might be able to make it to the top. The branches were so thick that the soldiers wouldn’t be able to see up to where I was. They also probably wouldn’t think that an injured, weak girl would be able to make it up such a tree.

I didn’t know if I could make it up such a tree.

I had to try.

The soldiers were chasing me, although it had taken them awhile to start. Larhesa must have stalled them somehow; I hoped she was all right. As quick as I could, I scaled the tree. I was surprised I could do it without fainting of the pain and falling to the ground, but somehow I did. I clung to the top of the tree for dear life, and waited for the men to come.

They did, and thankfully they did exactly what I had expected them to do. They went right past the tree, looking around on the ground.

“She can’t have gotten far!” one of the men said. “She must be heading north-let’s go!”

With that, they were off again. I waited until they were out of hearing and sight, and then breathed a sigh of relief. I painfully, slowly, began my climb down.

I was so scared that they had killed Larhesa. I made my way back to the hut as fast as I could, and the sight that met my eyes made me want to sob.

The hut was on fire, and Larhesa was lying on the ground. Blood was gushing from her stomach-the brutes had stuck her with a sword. Rage flared in me, and I wished I was strong enough to go kill those men.

I went to her and knelt down beside her. “Larhesa, hang on! I’ll get you-” I began. I had been going to say “I’ll get you inside” but I realized that there was no hut for her to go into. All of the necessary herbs and medicines I needed to save her life were burning up.

“No, child,” Larhesa rasped. She was like a grandmother to me, and I felt a big lump form in my throat. “It is my time to go.”

“I won’t let you! I’ll do something…” my voice trailed off, and I could tell the hut’s roof would give in and collapse any second now.

“Thank you, child. You brought a bit of happiness to the last days of this old woman’s life,” Larhesa said. Blood was coming up her throat now.

“Thank you for saving my life,” I said, trying not to sob.

“It was nothing,” Larhesa said. “I wouldn’t do a thing differently that I did in these last few days, had I the chance to do them over. I’m sorry I couldn’t tend to you better- you must find someone who can. That wound won’t clean itself. Please, Aaleyah, listen to me. Your life is in jeoprady if you don’t get help immediately. I’m sorry I can’t stay and tend to you. Please, burn my body when I’m gone.” Larhesa had to stop speaking, as a great coughing fit overtook her. She coughed up so much blood…

“Good-bye, my dear friend,” I said, tears streaming down my face-because of the whole situation; because of her request. “I shall do as you say.”

“Good-bye. Be safe…”Larhesa said…and then she was gone. She looked up at the sky, smiling, and breathed her last.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, and then I dragged Larhesa over to the doorway of her house. I pushed her inside as gently as I could, and then I leaped back as the roof collapsed on top of her. Her body was quickly consumed by the flames.

I sobbed as I stumbled through the forest. The smell of smoke filled my nostrils and lungs, and I coughed and choked on it. I had to find help- I wouldn’t make it much longer.

I looked back at the blazing hut one more time. Good-bye, sweet lady, I thought. I would never forget dear Larhesa and how she had saved my life.

I turned back to look straight ahead.

I was on my own now, and I needed to get help. Already my strength was dwinding.

But I had to make it.

I had to save my loved ones.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

Tags: Aaleyah, AKF, Book 2, Kiria, Raven14, The Flames;They Whisper

CONTEST RESULTS

February 28, 2009

ok, seeing that title probably made everyone really exited, like, “FINALLY! it’s been TWO WEEKS!” and they should be happy… not really, because we have no results. i want my results! has anyone had any contact with mir lately? i’m beginning to think she forgot. she hasn’t been on WE for a while….

~Sandy

and no, i’m not anxious.

Categories: Contest, I'M TO LAZY TO CORRECTLY CATAGORIZE MY STORY!!!!!!!!!! :P.

Tags: Miracle, rebekah-needs-to-get-on-WE-more, results, sandy

Chapter Seven: A Long Sleep (The Flames; They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

February 28, 2009

I awoke to find myself lying on a bed. I didn’t even remember getting here. How long had I been here?

For that matter, where was I?

Then it all came rushing back. I had gotten to Larhesa’s little hut, but after that everything got blurry…

A voice pulled me from my thoughts. “I’m glad to see you awake, dear. You gave me a scare. You’ve been here, asleep and feverish usually, for a long time.”

I managed to find my own voice, and I said, my terror mounting, “How long?” I almost didn’t want to hear the answer.

“To be exact, a week,” Larhesa said softly, as if she knew I didn’t want hear the answer to my question.

I tried to sit up, my mind unable to comprehend what I had heard.

This was a terrible move on my part. I fell back gasping, my side on fire. “Don’t do that!” Larhesa exclaimed. She came over to me, and examined my side. “You’re lucky you didn’t cause it to bleed again! You’ve got to lie still!”

“No-I’ve got to find the others! The army took them…I have to find them!” I said frantically, trying again to sit up. This time I could feel something warm trickling down my side. I fell back again, inwardly kicking myself.

“Now look what you’ve done! I told you to lie still! Now do what I say, girl,” Larhesa said firmly. She went and got some more bandages. The blood was slowly seeping through my clothes.

Larhesa tsked at me as she cleaned me up. “I’m sor-” I began, but I had to stop and grit my teeth against the pain of her pulling the bandage off my wound. She quickly wrapped the new one around me, and then I said, “I’m sorry.”

“Well, you should be. It’s not easy to do this without hurting you, and doing it will just slow the healing process,” Larhesa said. She finished with me and helped me lean back against the pillows. “And as for you going after them, I’m sorry they were taken, but you’re going anywhere until you’re well enough.”

“But I have to!” I said. Just speaking loudly caused me pain. It made me feel even weaker. “They must be miles away by now…I have to catch up to them and save them all! I have to!”

“No, you don’t. I won’t let you. Child, there is nothing you can do against the Dark One’s army. They are immortal,” Larhesa said sympathetically, but in the same firm way she had been speaking all along.

“So am I,” I said, knowing that using my powers would make me weaker, but not caring. I conjured up a fire orb(as proof), and Larhesa gasped and drew back. “See?”

“You’re one of the Chosen Ones!” she murmured as she stared at my fire. “Amazing…”

She seemed to “come back” to herself so to speak, and she suddenly said, “But you’re still not going anywhere until you’re better. You’ve only been healing for a week! That’s not nearly enough time!”

I sighed in frustration, and then, unable to stop myself, I burst into tears. My fire went out. The sobs shook my body, which caused my side so much pain I nearly passed out. I stopped crying, gasping for breath.

“Calm yourself!” Larhesa said, running back to my side. She sat next to me on the edge of the bed, and she hugged me gently. I threw my arms around her neck, ignoring the pain any movement caused me.

“I m-miss them so much!” I sobbed. “W-what am I going to do? I have to find them!”

“Oh, my poor darling,” Larhesa whispered, stroking my hair. Eventually my sobs subsided, and my eyelids felt heavy…

Larhesa helped me get comfortable against the pillows(as comfortable as one can get after being stabbed), and then I drifted off into a troubled sleep.

“Aaah!” Aaliyah cried out. She had been connected to her sister’s mind in such a way that she could feel her pain and in such a way that their heartbeats and breathing became one.

Mara quickly crawled over to her. “What is it?”

“It must have been a dream…but it was if I was breathing with Aaleyah- I could feel her pain. It was terrible. Oh Mara, I miss her so much!” Aaliyah said, sobbing into Mara’s shoulder. Mara just gently rocked her back and forth, and stroked her hair.

They were still in the wagon. They had been traveling for a week. Shastara, Adan, Japheth, Ren, Sam, and Teran had all been taken already to serve in the Dark One’s army. Aaliyah had tried to stop their being taken, but one of the soldiers had punched her in the ribs, and she had had to watch-helpless-as the boys were led away. It had nearly killed her and Mara.

“Why?” Aaliyah sobbed. “Why did my sister have to be taken from me so soon after we found each other again?”

Mara didn’t know the answer to that-but what she did know was that there was also a gaping hole in her heart- an Aaleyah shaped hole. Just a few days from now was the day Adan and Aaleyah had picked to wed on. She would have had a new daughter-two actually, because of Aaliyah.

Aaleyah had been such a wonderful girl. She had lost so much, and still she kept going.

Adan was absolutely crushed. Mara had seen it in his dejected state; his dark eyes. He hadn’t even struggled or said a word of protest as he was taken away to be officially put into the Dark One’s army. He had simply hugged Aaliyah and Mara, and then left with the soldiers.

Mara held back her own tears, feeling a need to be strong for Aaliyah at this moment.

She thought about her husband-she missed him. Please be all right, she thought.

She hoped he was.

Adan’s heart was broken. It would never be mended, no matter what went right in his life from now on.

He was going to have a hard time enduring the next few days from now. So soon, he and Aaleyah would have been married.

Tears welled up in Adan’s eyes, but he blinked them back. He would not dwell on this-he couldn’t. It would kill him…

But he couldn’t help it. Just the thought of Aaleyah…so tall and slender; so beautiful. Her flaming red hair seemed to glow in the sun, and her hands were so graceful.

Adan stumbled in a rock as he marched with the rest of the army. The sound of marching was so loud-but then, the army was huge. It seemed to extend for miles and miles(and it did).

No, Adan. Don’t do this to yourself. Don’t think about what could have been-focus on what is, Adan thought to himself.

So, he closed his heart, and shut his mind to the thoughts of the one he loved- the one he had loved.

But he would never forget.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

Tags: Aaleyah/Aaliyah, Book 2, Kiria, Raven14, The Flames; They Whisper- AKF

Chapter Six: Torn (The Flames;They Whisper-r14)

February 25, 2009

Author’s note: Hey ya’ll!!! Sorry this is so rough-I think it may need quite a bit of work. But tell me whatcha think!

What’s happening? I thought as I nearly caused Adan to fall to the ground with me on top of him. He quickly righted himself, and then caught before I could hit the floor.

“Aaleyah?” he cried.

I felt like I could respond, but when I tried, it was no use.

“She has been shot with one of our arrows I see,” said the man. He looked down at me with a sort of evil joy in his eyes. “Then she is as good as dead. The poison in the arrows will kill any man.”

I was shaking now, and breaking out in a cold sweat. I hadn’t felt well earlier, but I had just assumed I was over-exhausted and maybe getting a bit of a fever…then again, just before these men had come, I had felt burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. I had been drifting in and out of sleep, and I had been going to wake Adan…but never had the chance.

Adan had made me lean against him(I was still able to stand a little bit) and was talking to me now-but it was getting hard to hear him.

“Then again, she’s no man-or mortal,” said the man. He seemed to ponder me for a moment, and then he turned to Japheth. “Tell you what. You and these boys may come peacefully, and I’ll see to it that all that can be to save the girl’s life is done-or, you can resist, and the girl can be left here to die. Your choice.”

Adan, Japheth, and the other boys were silent. I knew they were looking at me and probably thinking that they couldn’t let me die without trying to save me first. They were going to take the man’s offer.

“No!”I cried. I tried to take a step forward, but I couldn’t. “They-w-won’t go with you.”

I refused to let it happen.

I (struggling harder than I ever had before) caused a fire orb to form in my hand. Doing so caused my whole body(all of my blood felt like it was on fire) burned, but I ignored the pain and bit back my scream. I aimed it at the man. I drew courage from the sight of my fire. “You-will-not-take-them,” I said, emphasizing every word just as the man had done to me before.

“Won’t I?” the man said, getting ready to draw his sword. But just then, the door burst open. Three soldiers pushed Mara, Aaliyah, and Shastara into the house.

“We found these ones just a few minutes ago, trying to get onto the property,” one of the soldiers said in a gruff voice.

“Very well. Take-” the man began. He stopped suddenly, and seemed to look twice at Aaliyah. He looked from her to me, and back again. “It can’t be…” he breathed.

Shastara stood in front of Aaliyah protectively, but one of the soldiers just pulled him aside.

“If it is true, then…Men, I believe we’ve struck gold. Put that girl, there, on a horse and start heading west,” the man in charge(who I kept trying to kill but I kept being too weak) said to the soldiers. They grabbed Aaliyah, and started to drag her out of the house.

West…the direction in which the Dark One and his dominion lay.

No.

“No!” I screamed. I hurled fire at the men dragging her away, and they fell down the porch steps, screaming themselves as my fire engulfed them. Run now Aaliyah! Go! I cried frantically to my sister in my mind.

She ignored me, and began to burn the soldiers-until one of them hit her over the back of her head with a club. She fell to the ground, unconscious. Shastara tried to go to her, but he was just restrained and then his wrists were tied together.

“You have made your choice,” the man said. Then, as I stood, supported by Adan(writhing with pain; shooting the fire had given me the most horrible pain I could imagine) the man took his dagger and plunged it into my side. As I gasped, he yanked it out as hard as he could.

“NO!” Adan screamed as I let go of him and fell to the ground. I knew that the man had not killed me completely(he had only put the dagger in partway) because he wanted me to die a slow death for the trouble I had caused him.

He dropped to the ground beside me, saying my name and pressing something to my wound. Then someone was dragging him away-or trying. He killed them with his sword and tried to come back to me, but the man hit him over the head with the hilt of his sword. Adan fell to the ground, unconscious, just as Aaliyah had a few moments ago.

I lay on the ground bleeding…dying. I watched as my loved ones were taken away-and no matter how hard they fought, they were overcome by the soldiers. They took Mara too, and I could only lie and watch them all loaded onto a wagon.

The man was the last to leave the cabin. He squatted next to me. “The Dark One said he would like both you and your sister, but he also said one will do if I really couldn’t get both of you. Yes, he stressed that I did, but I’ll just tell you…killed yourself in depression or some such. It won’t be hard to get him to believe me. In fact, I do believe I’ll send men back for your body, as “proof”. So good-bye now. It gives me great pleasure to see you dying-but I doubt it gives you any. Ah well. It looks as if you’ve been defeated.” With that, he stood and left, a smile on his face.

The wagon pulled away, and the soldiers left.

I was to die…alone.

A thought came to me. There was an old healer woman who lived close to us, but hardly ever left her home. If I could get on a horse and ride to her home, she might be able to save me!

I gripped the edge of the bed and tried to get up. It didn’t work, so instead, I crawled.

I(somehow) crawled all the way to the barn, and made the horse kneel down so I could get on easier. I was nearly unconscious, but I had to stay awake. Everything depended on it.

I shook my head and gripped the horse’s mane. I commanded him to stand, and he did so.

Then I was off to the healer’s home.

“Yes, you’re such a good boy,” Old Larhesa said to her black cat. He stared up at her with his green eyes, seeming to understand what she said. She stroked him and he purred.

Suddenly Larhesa held the sound of hoofbeats. She got up and went to her window.

A girl sat slumped on a horse just outside. The girl fell to the ground, unable to stay upright any longer.

Larhesa quickly opened her door and went out. She might be old, but she had enough strength to get this girl into the house and tend to her. She could a large, dark, spreading stain on the girl’s side-blood.

She moved even faster. She managed to pick up the girl and carry her into the house(for such a short woman, Larhesa seemed inhumanly strong) and then lie her on the bed near the fireplace. The blood quickly leaked onto the blankets, and Larhesa could tell just by looking at the girl’s pale skin that she had already lost so much blood. She had to try and stop its flow, or the girl would be dead in a matter of minutes.

Larhesa worked quickly, getting hot water and bandages and then pulling up a chair. She sat down and quickly took care of the girl’s wound. She applied pressure to it until the blood flow slowed considerably, and then she washed it and cleaned it. The wound was deep, and Larhesa couldn’t believe that the girl had actually made it to her house.

Then she recognized the girl-even thought it was hard to tell with her mud-streaked face. She was Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn; the girl who lived on the next farm over. She was soon to marry that strapping young man, Adan El’Hara.

Some disaster must have happened-then Larhesa remembered the latest news about the Dark One’s armies sweeping through the land and taking all the men and boys they could find. Could it be that the El’Hara men had been taken, or resisted and then killed? Her heart went out to Aaleyah.

She cleaned the mud from the face and arms of the girl, and tended to the scratches on her. Then she put clean blankets on the bed and made sure Aaleyah was comfortable.

Larhesa cleaned up the bloody rags, and then got some broth and special herb tea(that helped healing) going so they would be ready when the girl awoke.

Then she noticed how feverish the girl was-but Larhesa had already given her something for a fever. It should be working by now…instead, the girl got paler every second.

Could it be poison? Larhesa thought to herself. She knew she would have to draw a little bit of blood from Aaleyah’s body(but only a tiny bit, because she needed all the remaining blood she had right now).

She pricked Aaleyah’s arm with a knife point, and sure enough, upon examining it, she found poison in the blood. She got to work immediately, preparing a drink with a crushed, powdered type of herb in it. It fought most poisons, and was very powerful. She hoped it would be enough to save Aaleyah’s life…that was if she didn’t die from so much blood loss.

She had seen worse come back from the edge of death, and become strong and healthy once again.

Larhesa stroked Aaleyah’s forehead and felt a deep sorrow come upon her.

Aaleyah? Aaliyah called out to her sister with her mind. She had a horrible headache from being hit over the head with that club, and she had also discovered dried blood where she had been hit.

There was no response. Aaliyah looked at Mara and shook her head. Adan saw this little exchange, and for maybe the first time in her life, Aaliyah saw him burst into tears. His body shook with his sobs.

Strangely though, Aaliyah wasn’t crying…yet. She knew in her heart somehow that her sister was still alive, and she wasn’t going to give up hope.

But then reality hit her, and sobs began to wrack her body too. Shastara held her in his arms as she cried, but that didn’t take away the agony she felt in her heart.

Categories: I'M TO LAZY TO CORRECTLY CATAGORIZE MY STORY!!!!!!!!!! :P.

Tags: Aaleyah, Kiria, Raven14, The Flames;They Whisper(AKF B2)

Where Did Ya’ll Go?

February 24, 2009

Dear dwellers of WE

There’s something you must see

I’m alone; it’s just me

Where did you all go?

Hello? Hello?

I’m waiting patiently

For all of you to see

That to live here happily

All of you must be

Always on WE.

I am so very sorry

To sound so very silly

But I really do miss ya’ll

Without you, there’s no ball

Hope to see ya soon!

helloooooooooooooo out there…am i the only one left on the planet of WE? i’m so aloooooooooooone…

hee hee…sorry…just being silly and missing EVERYONE ELSE POSTING. I LIKE YOUR WORK-IT’S QUITE INTERESTING YOU KNOW, AND I’D LOVE MORE OF IT. SO HURRY UP AND POST MORE NOOOOOOW!!!!! *roars*

please? *timidly with sheepish smile*

and yeah i know ur prob all too busy at the moment to get on, but i thought i’d be weird and taunt you anyway…

hee hee hee…

(love,

Mrs. Lonely)

Categories: I'M TO LAZY TO CORRECTLY CATAGORIZE MY STORY!!!!!!!!!! :P.

Tags: I'm Mrs. Lonely...

Chapter Five: Tragedy (The Flames; They Whisper- AKF B2-raven14)

February 24, 2009

We all would have stayed close to the house that night, but Mara and Aaliyah(Mara knew some healing herself, and she was teaching Aaliyah; Shastara was also learning and teaching). Mara was the one who delivered babies, and she had learned upon going into town earlier in the day that a woman was near her time-she could give birth at any time, and Mara knew she needed to be there just in case the woman went into labor.

“I’ll just get someone else to go,” she said to Japheth as she looked at me(she thought I was asleep but I wasn’t), all bruised, sore, and scratched(and as she looked at the huge bump on my head that was slowly getting smaller), and who was sleeping in the bed now.

“Mara, there is no else to do it. You must go-we’ll be fine,” Japheth said, putting his hand on his wife’s shoulder.

Mara sighed. “You’re right, my love. I suppose I must go. Aaliyah, I won’t ask you to come-you may stay here and tend to your sister,” she said.

I wasn’t going to pretend to be asleep any longer. “No,” I said, trying to sit up but failing. My ribs were on fire, even though Shastara had done his best to heal them. “Aaliyah, you go with Mara. Go help her. I’ll be fine, and besides, I have the best nursemaid in the world.” I grinned at Adan, who had been doing everything for me that day, and who had to be forced to leave my side to rest and get a breath of fresh air. He grinned back; I was glad to see his grin. It had been a long time since I had.

“But Aaleyah-” Aaliyah began to protest.

“There will be no buts about it. I’ll be fine, Aaliyah-really. I’m in good hands. You can go; I know you want to be there to help,” I said. I really did know this of my sister; all things having to do with healing-including delivering babies-fascinated her, and she loved to help people whenever she could.

“Very well-if you say so,” Aaliyah said, looking to me for a final reaffirmation.

“I do say so,” I said, smiling at her.

“Well, I suppose you have a companion then, Mara,” Aaliyah said to Mara. I could tell Mara was glad that she was to have company on the trip to town and to the house of the woman about to give birth.

“We ought to go now then,” Mara said, “while there is still a little light left. We will probably have to stay overnight at her house; she has already offered it, and there is really no way we could get before the morning if we wanted to. First babies always take a long time to come, and I’m sure she’ll be no exception, so get whatever you need together.”

Aaliyah proceeded to do so, and while she was Shastara firmly announced that he was going along as protection. He said it so steadfastly that none of us dared to argue with him-although I could tell that Aaliyah was secretly glad he was escorting them.

Aaliyah, Mara, and Shastara said good-bye to all of us; Mara in tears. Japheth kissed her, and hugged her tightly to him. Then they had to leave before all the light left the sky.

I’ll be fine, sister, I thought to Aaliyah in my mind. I could feel her concern radiating from her for me.

I love you, she said.

I love you too. See you tomorrow, I said back. Then our connection was closed.

Japheth and the boys, earlier in the day, had made sure to take the men’s bodies and bury them all-just in case any should come on the property that were in league with the Dark One. But someone must have known that they had come here, because about five hours before dawn, because I awoke to someone-another soldier of the Dark One by the look of it-coming into the cabin. Before I could shout and awaken the others however, the man disappeared and then reappeared by my bed.

Wonderful. I had heard of a certain kind of the Dark One’s soldiers that could wield magic-they used sorcery-but I had never seen one up close…until now.

In an instant he was strangling me. I was losing breath quickly, and my vision was full of black spots.

I felt around frantically for the pitcher of water on the floor. My fingers grasped it, and, after dumping the water out, I hit the man over the head with it. He howled in pain.

Instantly the cabin came to life.

The man squeezed my throat harder, as if he knew he was going to die and wanted to take me with him so to speak-but suddenly a sword tip was sticking out of his stomach. His grip loosened, and he fell to the ground, dead. Adan had killed him.

“Aaleyah!” he said, kicking the dead man aside. Japheth quickly lit a lamp, and everyone gathered around me. Adan sat down next to me.

“I-” I began, coughing, “I’ll be fine-but that man had magic. I don’t think he was alone-” but before I could finish, the door burst open and the Dark One’s men streamed into the cabin.

Still sleepy-eyed and a bit dazed, everyone reacted too slowly-though at that moment it didn’t really matter how fast or slow they reacted, because dozen crossbows were aimed at all of us. We froze.

A short, muscular man stepped forward. His muscles were so big…he looked like he might burst out of his armor. “You men will come with us,” he said.

“Why?” Japheth asked. He knew the answer; he was just stalling.

“Why? What an idiot to actually not know,” the man scoffed. “The Dark One has decreed that every man and boy age of eleven years and older are to come willingly to join his army. If you don’t come quiet-like, we’ll take you by force.”

Suddenly, something in the corner caught the man’s eye-me. “What’s your name, girl?” he said.

I couldn’t answer him; I could hardly talk-I had just nearly been strangled to death. I tried to get an answer out, but all that came out was a choked cough.

“I said,” the man said, striding over to me, “what-is-your-name?” He emphasized every word.

“Don’t touch her,” Adan said. His voice had turned low and dangerous.

“What-are you going to stop me, boy?” the man said, drawing his sword. “Try.”

In an instant Adan had whipped out his sword(which he always kept near him), and he now held it at the man’s throat. “Try and touch her, and I’ll slit your throat.”

“Do that and you’ll fall dead, your body riddeled with crossbow arrows,” the man said mockingly, but I could see the fear in his eyes.

When Adan didn’t move to take the sword away, the man said, “Or they could riddel her body with arrows.” He signalled to his men, and they aimed their crossbows at me.

“No!” Adan shouted, leaping in front of me. I struggled to sit up.

“Good choice. Now, drop your sword,” the man said.

“Don’t do it, Adan,” I whispered to him.

“I have to,” he said, and then he dropped it. It clattered to the ground.

“Now, wench, what is your name?” The man turned back to me.

I said, in a surprisingly strong voice, “My name is Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn. Leave now or die.”

The man laughed at me. I was sitting up now, and ready to use my power on him-but of course he didn’t know that. “You are going to kill me? I would like to see that.”

“You must really want to die tonight then,” I said. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and pulled myself up by Adan’s arm. I stood next to him.

The man laughed again. “This is absurd, but it will not stop your fate. You all will come with me; you men, to serve in the army, and you, wench, to go before the Dark One. I believe you are the one he wants to see.”

“Who is this one he wants to see; what is she like?” I said.

“She’s a wielder of magic-a witch. She has flaming red hair, and piercing blue eyes-both of which you have. She can hurl balls of fire at any target she chooses,” the man said.

“And she is powerful, yes?” I said.

“Yes,” he replied, his hand on his sword.

“Then I wonder, sir, why you would just come barging in on her-or at least she which you believe to be the one you speak of. Because-and it seems like this to me at least-I would think that she would be able to easily roast you alive,” I said in a menacing voice. “And that’s what she’ll do if you don’t get out of here-now.” I got a fire orb in each hand, and I aimed them at the man standing in front of me.

“So it is true then!” he breathed. Real fear entered his eyes.

“You have five seconds to leave,” I said.

The man drew his sword and gave instructions to his men to tie Japheth and the boys’ wrists.

“Five,” I said.

The man ignored me.

“Four.”

He continued to give instructions.

“Three.”

He turned back to me, a sneering expression on his face.

“Two.”

He grinned evilly at me.

“One.”

But before I could hurl the orbs at him, the wound on my arm where the arrow had struck me began to burn fiercely-and it didn’t stop with my arm. It was as if all of the blood in my body was on fire.

I collapsed onto Adan…and the room spun.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

Tags: Aaleyah, AKF B2, Kiria, Raven14, The Flames; They Whisper

Chapter Four: Beware (The Story of AKF, Book 2- The Flames; They Whisper-raven14)

February 24, 2009

Japheth let his arms drop to his sides. His face suddenly became that of an old man’s.

“Shastara, Aaleyah needs you over here!” Adan said frantically. I could feel my life slipping away.

For the millionth time.

Shastara came running over, and soon everyone was surrounding me. Shastara knelt by me and, putting his hands on me, spoking the healing spell. Green light flowed from his hands, and I quickly felt better-though not entirely. I was sure the bump on my head must be the size of a melon.

“Why didn’t you scream for help?” Adan asked me as he cradled me in his arms. We were still on the floor of the barn, and I was sitting against Adan.

“Because I knew that there was a chance they might somehow overpower you. I wasn’t sure if you had weapons in the barn with you, or anything. There was just too much at risk. I killed one of them, but they caught me before I could kill the rest. I’m sorry…I couldn’t…I was too weak…” I said, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

“No-you did a good job!” Japheth said firmly. I knew he and the others were upset at me for not yelling for help, but I also knew at the moment they weren’t about to give me a lecture on what I should have done…and I was thankful for that. “Don’t even think like that. Now come, let’s get her into the house.”

Adan gently stood with me in his arms, and then he carried me back to the house. I was thankful that I was the only hurt-the boys had escaped unscathed.

But our nightmares were real, and now we would have to decide what to do to elude them.

I was so tired now…my eyes slowly closed…

“We have to tell them right away,” Mara was saying to Aaliyah as they approached the barn and the house. What met their eyes stopped them dead in their tracks.

Dead men-the Dark One’s soldiers-lay scattered on the ground. Some were in the now open barn, and others were outside it-and the boys and Japheth were walking to the house. Adan held a limp Aaleyah in his arms.

“No!” Aaliyah screamed. She raced toward, hoping with all her heart that her fears were not true. Not Aaleyah…no, no, no…

“You’re back!” Shastara said. Japheth stopped and turned to his wife. He was haggard, and he looked like death itself.

“Japheth, what happened?” Mara cried when she saw him.

“The army-it’s here. Seven men came, and they nearly killed Aaleyah while asking her if there were any men on the property. She tried to fight back, and killed one of them, but they were too strong. The girl actually wouldn’t scream for help because she was afraid we would come running out and be overpowered by the Dark One’s men. She knew she might die, and yet she tried to do it all on her own,” Japheth said, his voice cracking. He put his face in his hands, and his wife came over to him and put her arms around him.

Aaliyah had run into the house, following Adan and the other boys. Adan lay Aaleyah on a bed in the corner, and then pulled up a chair to sit next to her.

Mara and Japheth entered the house. Teran, Ren, and Sam all stood in a tight knot together, looking incredibly guilty.

Then Ren went to Japheth and Mara. “We’re sorry this has happened-they must have heard we escaped our town and they were after us. This our fault-my fault. We will be gone before the sun goes down.”

“No-this is not your fault,” Mara said, resting a hand on the tall boy’s shoulder. “The Dark One is after all of the men and boys-you did not somehow bring this upon us. It was to happen whether you were here or not, so please don’t feel guilty.”

“But maybe if we had not come here…” Ren let his voice trail off a bit, “if we had not come here, maybe they never would have found you. They must have been following us. We have no choice but to leave-they will send more men.”

He turned to his brothers. “Get ready to go,” he said softly.

“You are not going anywhere!” Mara said. “I will not have it. This is not your fault. They were bound to come, and if you continue to blame yourself then I shall consider you insane.” Mara knew it wasn’t the best argument, but she wished the boy didn’t feel like this.

Ren seemed to sense her sincereness, and finally promised that they wouldn’t go, though he did feel very bad about what had happened.

“We all feel badly,” Mara said, “but that won’t stop what is.”

Ren nodded his agreement.

Aaleyah… I awoke to hear a voice in my thoughts. My eyes opened. It was dark; a few hours before sunrise, and she was still sleeping in the bed in the corner of the room. Adan slept sitting in the chair, resting his arms and head on the bed I was lying on. Aaliyah was in a nearby rocking chair, and Shastara and Ren were on guard by the door, ready for any who might try to come in. Teran and Sam were sleeping under the table of all places, and Mara and Japheth were in their bedroom(but still close enough to hear any noises).

Aaleyah… the voice said again. It was Aaliyah.

Yes? I replied in my mind as I stared up at the ceiling.

How are you feeling? she said.

Better, but still sore, I replied.

I’m sorry if I woke you, but I just wanted to check on you, she said.

Don’t worry; I’m glad to hear your voice, I said.

Well, goodnight, again, Aaliyah said.

Aaliyah? I said suddenly.

Yes? she said.

I’m sorry for everything that has happened. I’m sorry I wasn’t stronger for you, I said.

Don’t think like that, Aaleyah. You did all you could-I’m proud of you, and Mother and Father would be too, she replied.

Thank you. Goodnight, my sister, I said.

Goodnight. Sleep well, she said.

You too, I replied. Even in the midst of our turmoil, a sweet peace stole over me. I slept once more…

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

Tags: Aaleyah, Kiria, Raven14, The Flames; They Whisper(AKF B2)

The Story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn, Book 2- The Flames Whisper…or should it be Whispering Flames? (please tell me via comment on this post :D )-raven14

February 23, 2009

Hey ya’ll!

Which do you think the second book in AKF should be called? The Flames Whisper?

Or, The Flames; They Whisper ?

Or, Whispering Flames?

Or, Flame Whisperer?

Or Fire Whisperer?

I’d appreciate it if ya’ll would please tell me which you like better…I’m thinking maaaaaaaaaaaybe The Flames; They Whisper…

Thanks, and keep up your great writing!

Over and out,

Raven14

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Chapter Three: Nightmares Fulfilled(The Story of AKF B2-which will have a new name soon (;) )-raven14

February 23, 2009

Japheth and all of the boys were working in the barn after Mara and Aaliyah left. I was in the house, preparing lunch for them, expecting to see ravenous, dirty men come in in a few moments. They were always so hungry in the afternoon at lunchtime…I smiled at the thought.

Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak…I heard. I whipped my head up to find someone-or something-standing in the doorway-and it wasn’t Adan, Shastara, Japheth, Ren, Sam, or Teran.

Before I could get a fire orb in each hand, something whizzed through the air and struck me in the shoulder. I screamed and fell to the floor, clutching the arrow in my arm.

The someone(a tall, dirty man, who bore the Dark One’s symbol on his suit of armor) came over to me and hauled me up. “Do you have any brothers or a father here? A husband? Well, speak up!”

I was getting dizzy with the pain. “N-no,” I spat out, my heart beating so hard in my chest I feared it might break through my flesh. I thought wildly of the barn, and thought at the boys to get out. Of course this did nothing, because they couldn’t actually hear my thoughts…

“I don’t believe you. Let’s talk a walk!” the man said, dragging me across the room, out the door, across the porch, and down the porch steps. “Walk on your own or I’ll slit your throat!” The man pressed a dagger to my throat, and I instantly found my feet.

He was with six other men, all in armor bearing the Dark One’s symbol. They sat atop huge, black horses and observed the man pulling me toward the barn, which he had unfortunately noticed.

I suddenly dug my heels into the ground. The man, surprised, prepared to slit my throat, but that quickly I had an orb in each hand. I was seeing black spots, and the world was spinning slightly…the arrow had gone in deep…

The man leaped back, shouting as he saw my fire. I didn’t hesitate in roasting him alive.

Unfortunately the other men decided that they weren’t going to lose their lives because of some “witch girl”. I could tell this fact because one lunged from his horse onto my back. We fell heavily to the ground, and I could feel the arrow go in deeper. I screamed again.

Then I suddenly thought, in my pained, dazed state, Scream! The boys will come to your rescue.

But that would never do! What if the men overpowered them? They would be taken for the king’s army!

No. I would not lose them.

New strength filled me, and I shoved the man off of me and got to my feet. I would have killed him, but I felt a sword tip against my throat.

Why had I not kept my eye on the other men?! I inwardly kicked myself.

“Kneel,” the man holding a sword to my throat said. I did so, trying to come up with a way to get out of this.

The man who had lunged on me stood over me. “Very-” he said, kicking or punching me with each word he spoke, “stupid-of-you.” I fell to the ground, my breath knocked out of me. I saw stars.

I refused to die like this! I attacked the man who held the sword to me, wrapping my arms around his ankles and pulling hard so that he fell to the ground. I heard his own breath leave him with a Whoosh!

Then I felt a dagger slice my left arm. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, and then inwardly shouted for joy that the boys hadn’t come out yet. I couldn’t let them hear me scream, or they would come rushing out and…Please don’t come out-please don’t hear, I thought.

Resolve filled me once more, but left just as quickly. I had lost all my strength and I fell to the ground, finding it hard to even breathe.

The man who had beat me up before now began to do so again-roughly. A few more blows and I would die. The men would take Adan and the others, and all would be lost.

The man kicked me once more in the ribs, and then, taking me by the arm, he hauled me up and dragged me toward the barn.

I kicked and struggled, but nothing stopped him from throwing me at the doors, causing them to fly open. I soared through the air(the man was inhumanly strong-I had heard that the Dark One put some sort of spell over the men in his army to make them so) and then, after hitting my head on the edge of the loft, I fell to the ground. I was sure every rib in my body was broken.

Six people sprang into action at once. Six swords rung as they were pulled from their sheathes.

But the fighting never began, because someone shouted, “If you so much as nick any of my men, much less move toward them, I’ll shoot the girl with this crossbow!”

The voice seemed to come from far away, and it sounded garbled. I must have hit my head hard…

“Now drop your swords!” the man said. I heard Japheth and the boys do so, and then someone moved over to me-Adan. He looked as if he was about to cry as he gently turned me over.

“Aaleyah?” he whispered.

“A-dan…” I rasped.

“Don’t talk,” he said firmly. He helped me sit up and lean against him, and he wrapped his arms around me. I coughed, and saw blood fly from my mouth. “I’m going to take the arrow out of your arm now.” I braced myself, and somehow managed not to scream when he did take it out.

I heard Japheth trying to reason with the men. “We have nothing here of great importance to steal, but if you want our animals, or if you’d like to search the house, go ahead. Take anything you want. Just please leave us alone! Let us tend to the girl.”

“Nothing of importance except your own bodies,” the man sneered. “And no, I will not let you tend to the girl. She killed one of my men and I want her to die a slow, painful death. Now, you will either come of your own accord, or we will take you by whatever means necessary.”

Adan clutched me tighter. Tears tricked down both our faces. I turned my face to his chest.

“You heard me, scum. Let’s go,” the man snarled at Japheth.

“Sir, I beg you. Leave now or bear the consequences,” Japheth said. His voice had turned oddly calm.

“Consequences? I have no time for this! Men, bind their wrists behind their backs-and knock out this man here,” the man ordered.

Japheth stood dead still as the men approached him-but then, at the last minute, he raised his hand a bit.

A gale force wind swooshed into the barn. It swept the men off their feet, and then it lifted them into the air. They tried to scream, but their breath was sucked from them as they were spun around in the air. They were, in a matter of minutes, killed. He let them drop to the ground.

Japheth then turned to the last man standing. “Choose your actions wisely, sir, or die,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “If you want to live, then drop your own weapons.”

“For the Dark One!” the man screamed, lunging at Japheth with his sword-but before he could reach him, he fell the ground, a dagger protruding from his back. Shastara had thrown it, and now he went to the man, holding a sword.

Japheth, Teran, Ren, and Sam all stood by watching while Adan and I were still at the back of the barn. I knew what Shastara was about to do, but even so, I was shocked when he did it.

“I would love to let you die a slow and painful death, but I don’t feel like waiting,” he said in a cold, emotionless voice. Then he ran the man through. Then, the realization of what he had just done hit him, and he staggered back, pale. “I-I killed him…just like he would have done to me…” He looked at Japheth for comfort, but Japheth could offer none.

Our nightmares had come true.

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Tags: Aaleyah, Book 2, Raven14, the story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn

Chapter Two: Whispers of the Dark(The Story of AKF Book 2(I shall abbreviate it as “The Story of AKF B2″ after this :D ) )

February 23, 2009

The boys were soon after all in a deep sleep. I had been so busy taking care of them that I had entirely forgotten about my burns from the broth, and now Aaliyah made me sit down so she could apply salve to them. I winced but tried to not show my pain too much. As Aaliyah cleaned me up, I watched Adan glare at the oldest boy as he slept on the bed. He obviously was still mad at him for causing me to get hurt.

“Adan,” I said, a bit annoyed, “Stop that frowning! I’m fine. Really.”

He turned away from the boy, but I knew his resentment wasn’t gone. He came and sat next to me, taking one of my hands to examine the burns on it.

“I’m surprised a bit of hot soup could do all this damage,” I said, looking at my burned arms and hands.

“Don’t be. Once, while I was still working at the inn, I saw one of the cooks in the kitchen spill a whole pot of broth right off the stove on himself. He had such terrible burns an actual healer had to be brought in-he nearly died, and had it not been for the healer, his face would have looked terrible the rest of his life,” Aaliyah said seriously. I suddenly was glad that I had only been carrying just a bowl of broth as opposed to a pot.

The door opened, and Adan was on his feet in an instant, sword draw-and then just as quickly withdrew it as he saw that he was holding it to his father’s throat.

“I’m sorry, Pa,” he said, sheathing it, “but with everything that’s been going on, one can’t be too careful.”

“It’s fine, Son-I don’t blame you. There is much evil astir- and the Dark One is at the heart of it. He has sent out his armies, with the sole purpose of expanding them. He has commanded them to take every man and boy eleven years of age and older to serve in his armies, and if they don’t come of their own will, they are taken by force,” Japheth said, his face bearing a hard, grim expression. Then he noticed the three boys sleeping in the back of the room. The oldest one was on the bed, and the other two lay on the floor atop piles of blankets. “Who are they?”

“They came to us earlier with the same story. They said their town was being invaded by the army, and they were forced to flee instantly. They have been traveling for nearly a week without food or shelter, and we fed them and let them rest here,” I said.

“Then it must be true,” Mara said, her face sad.

“Aye, but what do we do with these boys?” Adan said. “How can we hide them here? The house is too small.”

I cast him a glance that said he should keep his mouth shut, but he pretended not to notice. “We have to keep them here!” I turned to Japheth. “We can’t just say, ‘Goodbye-we hope you survive. We’re too worried about our own safety to care about yours’ . Please Japheth! They have no one, and nothing.”

“I know, but…” Japheth’s voice faded away.

“You cannot be considering to just send them out-which is giving them to the army-are you?” I said, horror creeping into my voice. I looked over at the sleeping boys, my heart going out to them.

“But what are we going to do, Aaleyah? We are already cramped in here as it is,” Shastara said, speaking for the first time.

“This is madness, but if you really do intend to put them out, then I will be traveling with them and escorting them to a safe place where they can hide,” I said firmly. I wasn’t backing down. I would do it if I had to.

Everyone spoke at once.

“Over my dead body!” Adan said-and I could tell he meant it.

“You’ll do nothing of the sort!” Mara cried.

“Aaleyah!” Aaliyah exclaimed.

“That’s ridiculous!” Shastara shouted above the noise(which included Mara and Aaliyah begging me to be reasonable, and Adan and I arguing).

It was Japheth, in the end, who called order to the room. “Enough!” he yelled above our voices. Everyone instantly stopped and listened to his own, deep, booming one.

I spoke up before everyone else had a chance to. “I will do it, no matter what you say or do. Don’t even try to stop me, because I will not see these boys handed over to the Dark One.” I stood tall and tried to keep my voice strong-no easy task.

“You are not going anywhere,” Adan said firmly.

“If you won’t stand by me, then yes, I am,” I said, just as firmly.

“Stop this foolishness!” Japheth said. “We will not be divided over this. The boys may stay-I would not just leave them to fall into the Dark One’s clutches; contrary to what you think, Aaleyah.” I blushed in embarrassment as his words. He then took his wife, who had been crying softly in the corner, into his embrace.

“I’m sorry, everyone-I really am. But I just can’t abandon them. I was once like them-alone and petrified-and you helped me and took care of me. I have to do the same for them,” I said, turning to Adan, my eyes begging him to understand.

He seemed to, and, softening, said, “I’m sorry too, Aaleyah, but I won’t see you hurt. You got my protectiveness and concern when you got me.” He took my hand and squeezed it.

“For that I am glad,” I said. Then I turned to everyone else again. “But these boys aren’t the only ones in trouble. If the army is sweeping through the entire land, then at some point, we’ll have to face it too. Shastara, Adan, and you, Japheth, are also in danger.”

Silence fell over the room. Shastara had his hand on Aaliyah’s shoulder, and her hand covered his. Mara still cried in Japheth’s arms, and Adan wrapped me in his.

The only way we would survive was if we had each other. Japheth was right. We couldn’t be divided by this, and especially at such a time as this one we were living in.

When the boys awoke the next day, we told them(whose names were, in order of age, Ren, Samuel, and Teran) they could stay, and they thanked us over and over. They promised to work hard for Japheth to earn their keep, and they slept in the barn every night now. They stayed true to their word, and were some of the hardest workers any of us had seen.

Unfortunately, about two weeks after they had come to us, Mara realized that she had to go into town to get supplies. This would seem ridiculous to be scared of doing, but all of us dreaded the news we would get, or what would happen. Was the army close? Was it already here? Were there people in the town who were spies for the Dark One and who would tell the army that there was a family with three strong males that lived in the forest?

But we didn’t know the answers, and we did need to know if the army was almost here. So, the day life seemed to come to a halt once more, Mara and Aaliyah set out for town, their hearts heavy and their countenances sorrowful.

They hoped the army was still far…but what they didn’t know was that the event that was about to occur would give them much heartache.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

Tags: Aaleyah, Book 2, Raven14, The Story of AKF

Ev’s Journal (Entry #7)

February 21, 2009

Dear Nutmeg,

BORED.

And right now I should be doing other things instead of writing in you Oh well; I think I have a few minutes…

Let’s see. I went to bed at quarter til five in the morning(watching a movie called The Four Feathers), got up at ten thirty, felt sick for staying up way too late, finished a book, and watched TV. Yup. I sure am lazy today…but hey! It’s Saturday! No sweat right?

I’m chewing gum.

Like that was so important I really had to write it down

Why do I neeeeeever have anything to write about? Somebody tell me!

Oh yes. Because I haven’t been doing that much recently.

Well, in weathery (:D I think I just made a new word ) matters, it’s warmer outside today than it has been for a little while. Yay and aaaaaaw :’(

Hmm…I better go fold those papers for my dad-the bulletins. And then I have to stick an insert in each of em…and then I have to shower, and do who know’s what.

REALLY hope I don’t have to iron everyone’s church clothes If I do though, at least I won’t be being lazy, and it’s a help to my mom… which means I should not be complaining about it. Sorry. I complain about too many things.

Well, I better go now.

I am hot.

But earlier I was cold.

And now I’m in between…

And I’m still as random as ever!

WIYL(Write In Ya Later),

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Quickly, Quickly! (by Jules)

February 21, 2009

Quickly, quickly!
Times are flying
Can’t you see there’s
No time for crying?
The whole world
Is awaiting you
When you come out
Of all your blues
Where is your face
When I search a crowd?
Where in this desert
Will you be found?
Open your eyes and
See the light
Open your mind and
Shoulder off fright
Quickly, quickly!
Pick up the pace
We’re waiting for
To see your face
Open your mouth and
Signal us from cover
Open your heart
To accept us and others
Quickly, quickly!
Times are flying
Now’s no time
To stay hiding
Especially when we
All are saying
Come out, come out
And join us playing.

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Ev’s Journal(Entry #6)

February 20, 2009

Dear Nutmeg,

Hmm…anything to write about? No, not really.

Let’s see…did math today, read a whole book that was 284 pages today, um…it’s the weekend. I’m stayin’ up late tonight I guess…I dunno what I’ll be doing tomorrow.

I miss Jade and her sis sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOO much!!!!

Oh yeah. Next Friday our church is having a youth night…sounds like it’ll be fun…

REALLY hoping we come to Philly in November and/or sooner!!!!!!

My dad is going to South Africa in March. He goes every year(twice) at the beginning and end of the year. He’ll be gone for about two and a half weeks He teaches at a biblical college over there, which is why he goes back every year(to lecture and teach and whatnot). But we’re all not so happy about that(esp. my mom) and he has SO much to do to prepare!!!

I MISS MY FRIENDS IN SA TOO!!!!! Thankfully though, one of them, who is actually American, may be coming to America this August to go to college…and she’ll stay with us every weekend(I think) while she’s in college! I can’t wait! She’s one of my reeeeally good friends, and she’s one of the people I miss the most. She’s like a big sis to me and my real sis-we used to do so much stuff together when we still lived in South Africa.

Oh yeah. Don’t remember if I ever told you that or not. We used to live in South Africa, for five years, so my dad could teach in a biblical college(the one he teaches in every year he goes back). But now we live in a tiny little town near Pittsburgh. And I might have already wrote all of this in you, but I don’t remember…my memory ain’t that great..

Well, what’s new? School is still pretty bleh for me , and I’m drowning in books My recommendation to everyone else out there, unless you reeeeeeeeeeeally enjoy reading, don’t try to read like eight books at once. It’s kinda hard…but then, if I didn’t have reading-or writing- I would totally die!

Well, it’s pretty late over here. And I’ve been pretty cold today, which is why I have a blanket around me, and it’s tied at my neck like a cape…I think I look pretty strange right now

I guess I’ll go now. Not much to write about, hence the boring entry…

I’ll write in ya later!

Love,

P.S.

MY THROAT IS DRY!!!!!!!!!! I NEED A DRINK!!!!!!!

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Another Quick Monologue –Jules

February 20, 2009

Once upon a time I wished for somewhere only we know. Somewhere only my lover and I would be able to find, to run to, to hide in, to stay in. And after that, something bad happened. We started constantly having fights, and I couldn’t stop wishing for somewhere I had dreamed about numerous times, where we’d both be safe and happy together… somewhere only we know. As time went on, we got more and more up to each other’s necks, and we could hardly stand being around each other. And then, one day, he brought me here. To somewhere only we know. He made it seem like it was going to be the time of our lives, and we would be so happy and we’d never want to go back to society. And, well, he brought me there, and it was all I’d imagined, just a bit different, because as soon as we got there, as I was looking around, he disappeared and I heard the door shut off the outside world, and I was stuck down here. I am stuck in somewhere only we know. He got sick of me and wanted me ridden of. I am dead, as far as he is concerned. Everyone else is confused as to where I might be. I can only hope that maybe someday someone will stumble upon this place where I stay, this place that only we know, that I had wished for so hard. But no one can come, if that’s the way it is, because this is somewhere only we know, my lover and I. I guess I will rest here forever. Somewhere only we know.

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A Quick Crazy Monologue –Jules

February 20, 2009

STOP MOCKING ME. I know what you’re thinking. I know what you’re going to say. I know what you’re about to do. I can read your every move. Just look at yourself from the outside! Even a newborn would be able to tell you’re trying to intimidate me! I can tell you want to make me humiliated. STOP MOCKING ME. I know what you want to do. I know your type. Always trying to get the better of the “CRAZY” one! Ooh, but I know just what will make you snap and run. I know just the thing. A knife through the throat would do. That would do just fine. I think I will, actually.

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About the monologue:
I was listening to this crazy battle-to-the-death-like music when I wrote this. You see, I was gonna write something about a crazy person anyway, and then my sister showed me this amazing battle-to-the-death-like piano music so I was like “I wanna write a crazy monologue about a crazy person.” so then I did. It is kinda weird. It’s not even really long enough to be a monologue, but whatever. Ummmm there you go!!

Hearts!
Jules

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Chapter 1: Three Visitors (The Story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn, Book Two(need a name hmm…) -raven14)

February 19, 2009

Sorry this is so long ya’ll!!!!! Tell me if this chap is too mushy…too weird…to horribly written…I dunno…PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK AND CRITTYS!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks a bunch! -raven14

I was in Mara’s little garden, in the process of planting rosemary seeds. The woods were quiet, and Mara and Japheth were out, along with Shastara. I was kneeling in the dirt, and I had probably had dirt under my fingernails…but I didn’t care. I loved being in the garden; I loved nature.

The sun was shining so brightly. The sky was a beautiful, clear blue. There were birds singing-it was spring, and I felt as if my heart had been “spring-cleaned”.

Except for one thing.

Something was wrong. It was as if I could sense something behind me…watching me. Chills went down my spine, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

Get up slowly, I thought to myself. I let the heat, which was pressing on me, come in. I formed it into fire-my fire. An orb formed in each of my hands as I stood, and then I whirled around.

“Move and you’re dead,” I said before I saw who it was. I gasped when I did see though, and my orbs flickered and nearly died. Three dirty boys stood there, staring at me. One looked to be about Adan’s age, and the other two looked to be younger than thirteen years of age. I made my orbs strong all the same, and took a defensive stance. “What do you want?”

They said nothing for awhile, but then the oldest, tallest one seemed to find his tongue. “It’s the Dark One. He’s taking all boys eleven years of age and up…for his army. We need somewhere to hide-please don’t hurt us! I promise we’re not here to hurt you.”

What he said sounded credible to me, so I let the orb in each of my hands flicker and die. I relaxed my defensive stance(though not entirely). “How did you hear of this?” I asked, wiping my hands on my apron.

“His soldiers have invaded three towns already-except for the very young and old, all men and boys are gone. Completely gone. They’ve left only womenfolk,” the boy said. “Our town would have been next. Our parents made us flee as they entered our town-I and my brothers-and we’ve been traveling for five days with no food. Please at least give us some food, and we’ll be on our way.”

“I-” I began, but then I heard someone behind me.

“Aaleyah, go into the house,” said a low, dangerous voice. I turned to see Adan walking up to me(keeping his eyes on the boys) and brandishing his sword.

“Adan, it’s fine. They’re not trying to hurt me,” I said, gently resting on my hand on Adan’s sword arm and pushing it down. He looked at me in surprise.

“Then what are they-what are you doing here?” He directed his question to the boys.

“We-” the eldest boy began, but he never got to finish. He collapsed in exhaustion and hunger, and fell the ground unconscious. His brothers, with a shout of fear, leaped forward and knelt by him.

“Adan, help me!” I said, going over to the boy. “These boys are on the run from the Dark One’s soldiers. They’ve been invading towns and taking every boy from the age of eleven years and up and all of the men for His army. These boys’ town was being invaded, and they were forced to flee. They haven’t eaten in five days.” I gently moved one of the boy’s brothers aside and then felt the eldest one’s forehead. He didn’t appear to be sick-just starved. His brothers looked like they might collapse at any moment too.

Adan helped me carry the boy into the house, where a shocked and rather frightened Aaliyah helped lay the boy on one of our beds. I hurried to get some of the stew that we had just eaten for lunch into bowls for the boys. I put a hunk of bread in each bowl, and the unconscious boy’s brothers, after a wary look at me, gobbled theirs down. I put two tumblers of milk on the table, which they quickly downed. I told them to help themselves to the pitcher of water on the table. Then I worked to get the eldest boy awake, and spoon broth into his mouth.

Adan didn’t look as if he was entirely trusting of the boys’ story yet, but I just ignored him and continued to take care of them.

The oldest boy suddenly woke up as if I had slapped him, causing me to spill hot broth on myself(I had been holding it, about to set it nearby to cool). He then gripped my throat so tightly my air was choked off.

I was seeing black spots, but then out of the corner of my eye a blur flew past…Adan…no.

I was trying to pry his fingers off just as Adan leapt at him. All three of us fell to the floor, while Aaliyah stood by, screaming at them to get off of me and stop. She knew what I knew-that the boy was probably just dreaming or having some strange feverish reactions. After all, he hadn’t eaten for five days. He wasn’t harmful.

The boy loosened his grip, which would have made it very easy to breathe-had not too boys, both tall and fit, been on top of me. I felt like I was getting crushed.

I had had it.

“GET- OFF- NOW!” I roared. I swear, I never saw two boys move so fast, even one who, a moment ago, had been unconscious. I saw Adan about to go after the boy again, but I said in a steely, low voice, “Don’t even think about it, Adan.”

He stopped and looked at me like I couldn’t be crazier.

“He is weak, and he doesn’t know what he’s doing! He was probably having a dream! Who knows? He hasn’t eaten for five days, Adan,” I said as he helped me up gently. It was really quite surprising that a young man, who had the look of one about to kill, could have so soft a touch suddenly.

“I’m sorry, but put yourself in my shoes, Aaleyah! I thought he was trying to kill you! Does it not matter to you that I care ?” Adan said, casting a wary glance at the boy who had collapsed back on the bed.

He did have a point…”Adan, you don’t know how much I am thankful that you do care. It makes me so happy…I can’t even put it into words. Please don’t think that I’m not thankful, because that’s not true,” I said softly. “But these boys are not out to hurt us. Look at them. Do you honestly think they’re lying about being hungry and weak? I don’t.” I looked at the two boys sitting at the table; their eyes were wide with fright, and Aaliyah was trying to comfort them.

“No; I guess not,” Adan said. Then he directed his words to the boy. “But if you ever do try to harm her for real, I will hunt you down.”

The boy looked like he believed him.

I just rolled my eyes(and in my heart, cried for joy at Adan’s words)and got back to work…and hoped to death that somehow, these boys were wrong-that the Dark One was not really taking men for his army.

It couldn’t be so.

And yet, deep down, I knew it was.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction, Romance.

Once Again by Hannah

February 19, 2009

Once again

I write a verse

Only to cross it out

Once again

I write a song

Only to find no tune

Once again

I start a book

Just to lose the end

Once again

I start to write

Just to find no words

If Poetry alludes me

And Song disappears

If books

and words are hopless

Then I must have writer’s block

My worst and foremost fear.

So I relax,

and put up my feet

Sip some hot cocoa

now I’m ready to start

I write about knights

About castles and dragons

I write of fair damsels

and lands far away

Then I write of the things

Close to my heart

I write all I am

And pour out my soul.

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Untitled by Hannah

February 19, 2009

From far away

A seething glare

Pierces through heart’s core

How breakable we are.

A single word of enmity

Spoken even if in jest

It burns you down, a flaming arrow

Hitting true to its mark.

Unkind words

And rude gestures

Are a thing to be feared

For it builds the hate

A raging Fire

Only destruction

A plague

Nothing good can come from it

Except perhaps revenge

But what good is that

When in turn

You’d wish you’d born in silence

The guilt a far worse thing.

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The Dark by Hannah

February 19, 2009

The absence of light. Of color.

No laughter or life found there

Not even shadows dare tread

In the deepest depths of the dark.

An endless life of turmoil

An empty soul of dread

Nothing can survive the dark

A day and we’d all be dead.

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Reflections by Hannah

February 19, 2009

Sitting on my bed

Staring dismally out my window

I see the surrounding mountains,

Glorious and majestic in full.

A soft white blanket

Gently covers the ground

And diamond rainbows

Hover in the trees.

The sun is hiding

‘neath a ship of clouds

Yet stangely comforting

Are the gloomy skies.

If only nature showed

Any sign of Spring

Even if it meant cold rain

Then this restlessness within me

would simply go away.

Categories: Poetry.

Tags: reflection, winter depression

Choose

February 17, 2009

“Ice,” the little girl moaned, rocking back and forth in a dirty, forgotten corner, her eyes wet. It was a bright day, but in the corner it was very dark. “There’s ice in my chest.” She was talking to herself, for there was no one else to listen.-

“There is no ice,” the four year old said back to herself. “No ice.”

“Ice,” she cried, her hands wrapping around her chest.

“There is no ice. Stop it.”

“Am I dying?”

“No, not dying. You’re pretty good.”

“What will happen if I go away?”

“Then you can’t come back. But you’re not going to.”

“But maybe?”

“You’re not going to die. Not until you’re grown up like brother.”

“But maybe you don’t have to be old to die. Maybe you can be a little girl, too.”

“Why would a little girl want to go away?”

“Maybe you don’t have to want to go away. Maybe you have no choose.”

“How can you know?”

“Brother wanted to go away. He told me so, but I cried, and he said there is no choose to live.”

“Maybe. But you couldn’t ever die.”

“Ice,” she whimpered, little tears being caught in her wispy blond hair. “Make it go away.”

“I don’t know to,” she replied sadly.

“Please. Please.”

“I can’t,” she said weakly. “I have no know.”

“Brother had sick, too.”

“Brother was bigger. Bigger people have to die, sometime.”

“I am dizzy, and my stomach hurts, and my chest has ice.”

“Lizzie,” she said sternly. “You have to be brave.”

“But it’s so hard,” she said, tucking her little face behind her knobby knees.

“Brother was brave.”

“Yes. Brother was very brave.”

“Little girls have to try to be brave like brothers,” she said valiantly.

She lifted her skinny chin into the air and tried to smile. Then she crumpled, hugging her chest and moaning softly: ice, ice.

“Its too hard, too hard,” she cried, sobbing.

“Will you have to go away now?”

“I have choose,” she rocked back and forth, “but I’m too scared. I’m not brave like brother.”

“No, not like brother. Brother was very brave.”

“Do I have to choose alone?” she asked in a tremulous voice. “Its hard and I’m scared.”

“Brother said there’s a pretty place to go, someday. Once you go away from this place.”

“Would papa and brother be there too?”

“Its just like going to sleep, and you’d wake up in their arms.”

“That’s pretty,” she said sleepily, dazedly.

“Very pretty,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

The ice melted away as she made her choice.

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Mariana’s Journal (Entry 6) (2-17-09)

February 17, 2009

Dear Journal,

It has been a while, but I guess it doesn’t hurt to do one more journal entry every once in a while. Anyway, I’ll start with Valentine’s Day. I wrote a song about how angry and annoyed I was about Valentine’s Day being on a Saturday and how Jason most likely doesn’t like me, and that’s pretty much all I did that day besides depressedly play piano. The day after that, Sunday, I wrote and stuff, really nothing important. Yesterday, Monday, we had off from school because it was another holiday. Today, I freaked out in front of everyone.

JASON GOT A HAIRCUT AND IT’S DRIVING ME INSANE.

Wow, glad I got that out. Actually, I’m still freaking. IT IS THE WORST HAIRCUT I’VE EVER SEEN! His hair used to be a nice length, nice, sorta long, but still short enough to not make him look like a girl, and now— oh no— it’s— it’s— it’s— UGLY. It’s SO SHORT it’s like just long enough to not be a buzz cut it’s so short!! When I saw him this morning for the first time, I thought he was a total stranger, trying to break into Jason’s locker!! And then, if it weren’t for the sweatshirt I wouldn’t have known it was him, I went over to hand him his valentine card (cause I made some for everyone on Friday afternoon) and I saw his face and I stopped before I could say a single word and became paralyzed completely for about five minutes straight. He was kinda embarrassed. I wouldn’t blame him. So I was just unfreezing and then I gave the valentine card to him and then I started freaking about his hair. x[ IT IS SO FREAKY NOW!!!!! I very much dislike it now. So, I keep on forgetting about his haircut, and then every time he comes into my line of vision (which is very often, might I say) I freak out and then remember that it’s nothing new. Very annoying, aggrovating, irritating, must I go on? And I’m not the only one it drove crazy. Of course, everyone else got over it pretty quickly, but I’m not good with change. x[ I’m probably just gonna keep on freaking out until it grows out again. *sigh* Oh well. This will take a while, if that’s it. This afternoon, just to keep myself sane, I had to look at the yearbook pictures from last year, when he still had long hair. Those were the days. When I wasn’t insane. Yeah. Just to keep myself sane. How sad. I’m being driven berserk. I will report in a few days, to tell whether or not I’ve gotten used to it. Probably not, but it doesn’t hurt to check. *sigh*

–Mariana

Categories: Journal.

Color (C) by Hannah

February 15, 2009

They say Color

is just reflected light

but I say something more

I say Color is Life

Color is Passion

Color is Fire

Color is Friction

Color is Bold

Color is Love

Color is Meaning

Color is Joy

Color is Peace

Color is Soft

Color is Alive

Color is Dark, Color is All

awww shoot!! I tried to post this on i think the 9th and i was at the library and had to go.. so didn’t check to make sure it went through!!!!! AAAHH can it still count for the contest??

Categories: Poetry.

Shy Melodies (CH. 8)

February 15, 2009

NOW, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG TIME, THE LONG-AWAITED…

Shy Melodies (Chapter Eight)!!!!! (by Jules)

Yeah, I kinda lost my muse and the chapter was too short so finally today I found it and made it like twice or thrice as long, so now it rocks and here you go: The long-awaited Chapter Eight!!!

Hearts!
Jules

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CH. 8

All I had done was sit there, waiting for Andrea to come back from the water fountain, and now she was practically cowering next to me, and some girl and her friends I don’t even know were screeching at her.
“You have got some nerve, shoving me like that!! I mean, wait your turn, girl! We mindin’ our own business, drinking our water, when you just come up and shove me aside and take the fountain for yoself! I should’a called police on you! You got some anger issues or somethin’, cause I know I wouldn’ do that to no one long as I live! You apologize for shovin’ me, girl! You jus’ gonna hide behind yo boyfriend or you gonna apologize?”
I was not her boyfriend. We just happened to be behind the school together after school. Girls came to conclusions too quickly. Well, guys did that too, but not as often.
Andrea was going to have to cave and apologize soon. She was cringing by my side. But, what had happened? Had she really shoved another girl she didn’t know? Andrea wouldn’t do that. She had no reason to.
“Well?! You goin’ta apologize to me? And you, boy, you goin’ta defend yo girlfriend?”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Well don’ tell me she’s your sister cause you look nothin’ alike.”
“She’s not my sister.”
“Well what are you?!”
“I’m her friend.”
“Well defend yo friend!”
“But all you want her to do is apologize. I don’t think you want me to put up a fight, because then you’ll have to work harder to get her to say sorry. I’d expect you want this to be as quick as you can make it, so can’t you just leave?”
“I got time! I got loads o’ time, yo! Make her apologize!”
“She doesn’t need to apologize. What did she even do?”
“You not been lisnin’ to me? I jus’ said! She down-right shoved me aside to get to that water fountain!”
“A water fountain? What’s the big deal? It’s just a spout of water.”
“She went and shoved me aside!”
“Did you?” I asked Andrea.
She shook her head, refusing to speak. I guess if she were to open her mouth, she’d apologize.
“She says she didn’t,” I said, “so could you go away?”
“You know what, this’s stupid. Les’ go.”
She turned, signaling for her friends to follow, and they trudged away.
Andrea hugged me. A jolt went through me, but I comforted her, and put an arm around her. Couldn’t hurt, if I didn’t have a crush on anyone.
“Thanks, Liam,” Andrea murmured.
“You’re welcome.”
We let go awkwardly at the same time. Andrea was blushing. I stood up and exhaled.
“So,” I tried breaking the silence.
“So.”
“What did happen just now?”
“I went over and tapped her on the shoulder cause she was taking forever and she called it shoving and made a big deal over it and now we’re here.”
“Tapped her shoulder?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. Drama-queen.”
“That’s not very nice.”
“Neither is she. She deserves to be called a few names, doesn’t she?”
“That doesn’t make it nice.”
“I’m sorry, then.”
“It’s fine. I’m not the one you called a drama-queen. If you had, though…” I chuckled.
Andrea joined me in laughing. She looked up at me and I looked down at her. She stole another smile out of me, onto my face. We were grinning.

“Andrea got in a fight?!”
“Nothing big, seriously. Calm down, Harry. This girl was getting annoyed at her, yelled at her, scolded me for not defending Andrea, then walked away. Seriously, it was nothing.”
“Andrea’s not the kind of girl that would provoke a fight. What happened? Really?”
“Girl thought Andrea pushed her.”
“Andrea doesn’t push.”
“I know.”
“Do you think the girl goes to this school?”
“I would know if I’d seen her before. Don’t think I have. Then again, she could be older than us. What were you gonna do, go beat the girl up?”
Harry stayed silent for a moment, then said, “No, I wouldn’t do that. I just wanted to know. Plus, there’s no hitting girls.”
“No hitting in school, period.”
“Dumb rule, right?”
Did Harry really intend to solve it through violence? And why was he going to defend Andrea on something that’d happened two days ago?
“What?” Harry asked.
“Nothing. Just, why make a big deal out of nothing? She tapped a girl on the shoulder, the girl thought she shoved her, she got all defensive and mad, screeched at her, and walked away.”
“Hm. Do you know her name? I could track her down.”
“Why would I know her name?”
“I dunno. Just wondering.”

Harry and I had stayed after in the media center, and we were walking out the back to take the long way home. It was a sunny enough day, so it couldn’t hurt. We’d finished all our homework. I stared at the ground as I walked.
Harry suddenly tugged at my sleeve, and I looked up.
“What?”
He pointed ahead to where three people were standing all together, crouched over a picnic table. I strained my eyes to get a gist of who they were, but they were all turned away except for one who was standing sideways.
“It’s Craig, Jeremy, and May,” he murmured.
“How can you tell? I’m clueless.”
“Craig is the one facing sideways, Jeremy has horrible posture and was wearing that shirt today, and May is the only Asian girl I know with blond hair. Well, dirty blond, for that matter. Before you ask how I know the girl is Asian, I will save you the effort and answer. Craig likes to hang out with the other people in the foreigners’ English learning class, because he was in it two years ago, and is still friends with most of them, and I think he might be going out with May because they hang out often. I can’t be sure until I hear something about it.”
“How do you know these things?”
“You know me. I know things.”
“What do you think they’re doing?”
“I don’t know. I can’t hear them. Quiet,” he ordered me. I didn’t make a sound. “Actually, sit on that table. We’ll pretend to talk, but we’ll really be listening.”
We sat down on the nearest table that was far enough away from them that they wouldn’t notice. I slung my backpack onto the ground and pretended to be talking to Harry. He pulled a juice bottle from his backpack and started sipping. It was mango juice. So Harry-ish of him. Only he would carry mango juice with him everywhere.
“So—”
“I said pretend to talk. I’m trying to listen.”
“Yes sir.”
“Sh.”
Harry kept on sipping from his mango juice. I pretended to talk, by mouthing the words to some of my songs and making pauses at times that he would be talking.
“I’ve confirmed something,” he announced.
“What?”
“May is not his girlfriend.”
“How helpful,” I said sarcastically.
“Helpful, indeed. Now be quiet again. Keep on pretending to talk.”
Suddenly the chatter at the other table ceased as they noticed us. Then, they started up again, louder than before. I wondered if they noticed they were louder. I could hear them.
“Oh, look, it’s that kid… Liam, right? And his friend,” May said.
“Yes. And his friend Harry, who strangled me for a notebook,” Craig confirmed. I started reciting on of my songs a bit more rapidly, trying not to look over.
Harry smirked and mumbled, “I didn’t strangle him. I just grabbed him very hard.”
“The only way to make this complete is if we had Rylan. He played a part in the crime, too, correct? I mean, he was the main gamer, the team captain.” My mouth stopped moving when I heard Jeremy say this. “He did the real stuff.”
“Jer, do you really think we should be saying this with them so nearby? They’re right over there. Aren’t we supposed to not be telling them who really did it?” Craig asked. He might’ve noticed me stop talking.
“C’mon Liam, stop joking with me,” Harry said loudly, hitting me in the shoulder. He winked, to show it was a game so they didn’t figure out we were listening.
“Right, right, sorry. I’ll tell you the truth,” I went along with it uncertainly.
Talking ceased again at the other table. We had to keep on talking.
“You’ve gotta tell me what really happened here the other day.”
“Okay, okay. Fine, I guess.”
“Start all the way from the beginning I want to know the real story. Every detail.”
“Okay, well Andrea and I were hanging out here and she went to the water fountain cause she was thirsty. So, I was sitting over there, and then she comes back totally freaked out and starts cowering when these girls followed her back and they started shouting at her. They thought she hurt them, which I knew she wouldn’t do in a million years, cause she’s got that conscience, and so after like five minutes of arguing, I told them to go away, and they did. That’s it.”
“I said every detail. That means every word.”
“I can’t remember everything they said!”
“Can you remember what you said?”
“Not especially.”
“Okay. Well, do you know who any of them are?”
“We had this conversation earlier, didn’t we? I don’t know them.”
“They probably go to this school if they were hanging out here.”
“You don’t know that for sure.”
“Yes, I do. They probably live nearby, at least, maybe they used to go here and they’re at the high school now.”
“But not that they necessarily go here.”
“Alright, you’ve got me there.”
We got quieter as we talked, because the other table started talking again. Harry took another sip from his mango juice whenever he wasn’t the one talking.
“It’s not real,” I heard Craig say while I was waiting for Harry to answer my question about the homework.
“You don’t know that for sure. Maybe it really happened? Andrea and Liam do seem to hang out a lot, so maybe they did get in trouble here,” Jeremy said.
“I meant that they were only talking because they thought we figured out maybe they were listening to us,” Craig continued, “When we quieted down, they got louder, and that’s unnatural.”
“Maybe they were innocently talking about something that really happened the other day,” May said.
Craig snorted. “I doubt it.”
“But it hasn’t been confirmed.”
“But it has been confirmed,” Harry muttered, “that you guys are listening to us…”
He took another sip of mango juice.
“Harry, what’s the time?” I had to ask. I had to get out of there. What if they figured out we were listening to their every word?
“Four o’ clock.”
“Oh, jeez, we need to go,” I lied.
“Oh, yeah, we do, don’t we,” he cought on I wanted to leave.
“Let’s go.”
“Sure.”

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The Story of AKF- Book Two-Prologue-raven14

February 14, 2009

“Gather as many as you can find,” the Dark One said to his three commanders standing before him now. He had a large army now, but not quite large enough to defeat Kiria. No. For that he would need more men; more pawns. “Take all men, and I mean all. Unless they are eleven years of age or younger, take all you come across. If they must be taken by force, so be it-but should you have to, give out consequences. Toy with their hearts, and if they still won’t come willingly, take everything from them.”

His commanders(the first, in the highest rank, the second in the rank just below the first, and the third in the rank just below the second-yet all commanders) said in unison, “So be it, my King.” They bowed at the waist to him, and saluted, and then left to carry out their duties.

The Dark One left his throne to look out the window at the moon, which was just beginning to show in the sky. He hated the moon, and he hated the sun even more. They hurt his rotting flesh, but even more, they shone light-pure, white light. He hated light. His flesh, which had begun to rot, and his eyes, which were sunken in, burned whenever light hit them. More importantly, Light was what rose up against his Darkness. He would conquer that Light; he would destroy it. So, doing this, he dwindled away in this black castle. He was living death-and proud of it. He loved to strike fear into people’s hearts. He loved fear itself, black and cold as it was. It’s icy fingers gripped your heart, squeezing until you surrendered.

And he was the Lord of Fear; the Prince of Evil.

He would one day rule all lands, and all peoples.

Or so he thought.

Had he known the opposition against him-which grew every day-he wouldn’t be so confident.

As the Scrolls of Prophesy said,

One day, all of the Darkness shall be overcome with the Light. The Light will always prevail against the Dark, just as all shadows are chased away by the golden rays of the sun. The Light will shine through the Darkness, and we will have peace and justice.

The Light grew stronger, and one day it would overcome the Darkness.

The Light always has prevailed…and it always will.

Categories: I'M TO LAZY TO CORRECTLY CATAGORIZE MY STORY!!!!!!!!!! :P, Modern Fiction.

Tags: Aaleyah/Aaliyah, Kiria, Raven14, The Story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn-Book Two

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Chapter Eight: Run (The Flames; They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

CONTEST RESULTS

Chapter Seven: A Long Sleep (The Flames; They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

Chapter Six: Torn (The Flames;They Whisper-r14)

Where Did Ya’ll Go?

Chapter Five: Tragedy (The Flames; They Whisper- AKF B2-raven14)

Chapter Four: Beware (The Story of AKF, Book 2- The Flames; They Whisper-raven14)

The Story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn, Book 2- The Flames Whisper…or should it be Whispering Flames? (please tell me via comment on this post :D )-raven14

Chapter Three: Nightmares Fulfilled(The Story of AKF B2-which will have a new name soon (;) )-raven14

Chapter Two: Whispers of the Dark(The Story of AKF Book 2(I shall abbreviate it as “The Story of AKF B2″ after this :D ) )

Ev’s Journal (Entry #7)

Quickly, Quickly! (by Jules)

Ev’s Journal(Entry #6)

Another Quick Monologue –Jules

A Quick Crazy Monologue –Jules

Chapter 1: Three Visitors (The Story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn, Book Two(need a name hmm…) -raven14)

Once Again by Hannah

Untitled by Hannah

The Dark by Hannah

Reflections by Hannah

Choose

Mariana’s Journal (Entry 6) (2-17-09)

Color (C) by Hannah

Shy Melodies (CH. 8)

Shy Melodies (Chapter Eight)!!!!! (by Jules)

The Story of AKF- Book Two-Prologue-raven14

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