Chapter Twenty-Seven: Faldren (The Flames; They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

March 31, 2009

Author’s note: The reason that this is not the newest post on the site is coz I started it yesterday, realized that over half of it didn’t save, and then put it back under ‘unpublished’-just letting ya know. But finally, HERE IT IS. AT LAST. AFTER ALL THAT REMEMBERING, REWORDING, AND ANNOYING GUNK that goes along with things getting deleted or not saved… Enjoy, and PLEASE critty! -ray14

At last we reached Faldren, the empty land whose only development was the Dark One’s castle. It was a rather large piece of land for being empty; most of the land in Kiria was occupied, sometimes overly so.

The sky was gray and drab, and the sun hid behind the dark, storm clouds that were gathering. It mirrored our feelings; hopeless and colorless.

No! Don’t think like that, I told myself. But I couldn’t help it. Aaliyah was probably dead by now…

How much longer will this go on? A sudden stream of thought not my own suddenly went through my head. It was Aaliyah’s!

Aaliyah? I thought incredulously. Please answer; please!!!

Aaleyah, came the seemingly emotionless reply. Where are you?

Coming! We’re in Faldren-just hang on a little longer, I replied.

I don’t think I can, she thought. I was suddenly able to detect the fear and sorrow in her mind-voice, and it went like a knife to my heart. I had taken too long to get to her! This was all my fault.

You can-you must, I thought back.

Aaleyah, I will probably be dead by the morrow. He is too powerful…I nearly died of the pain yesterday. My head felt like it was about to explode…she thought.

I know-I felt it too, I thought back. Everything you feel, I do too. It’s even stronger now that we’re closer.

I’m so sorry, Aaliyah thought. That pain…no one else should have to feel that.

It’s not your fault, and you shouldn’t have to feel it either. We are coming, Aaliyah. I will fight to the death if need be. I will not give up. Be sure of that, Sister. I will not back down-ever, I thought.

I wish, for your sake, you would, she thought back resignedly.

Always resignation! Always ‘no hope left’! Well, I suppose I shall just have to have enough hope for the both of us, I thought boldly. You must hang on. I am coming. Hang on. You have to, Aaliyah-you just have to!

There was a pause, and then Aaliyah thought, I thank you for your love, and I mourn for your foolishness. You cannot defeat him, Aaleyah.

We’ll just see about that. He might be able to stop one of us, but together, we are virtually invincible. Remember that. I love you; I must go now. Stay strong, and fight back, I thought.

I’ll try, and I love you too, Aaliyah thought so sadly that I could almost see the tears falling silently down her face.

Then our connection was closed, and I was left alone to my thoughts.

But I felt bolder.

I could do this-to the best of my ability, I could.

I had to.

I would not lose my sister.

I stood next to Adan, Zane, and General Cozar (the Kirian general). We stood on the top of a hill, staring out at the looming, foreboding castle that the Dark One dwelt in (except for me of course, but I didn’t have to see it-I could feel the evil coming from it).

“How are we going to do it?” Cozar breathed. “It’s so…big.”

“You forget something vital, m’lord. While the Dark One may be powerful, his mind can only be so many places at once-and most of his soldiers are storming the countryside. They aren’t here,” Zane said. I could imagine him grinning mischievously.

“I’m sorry to smash your hopes, but he’s more powerful than you think,” I said sadly, “despite his soldiers not being there and him only being able to do so much. He would know of us attacking before we crossed the moat.” Suddenly an idea came to me. “But there might be another way…”

“What is it?” Adan asked.

“If you release one of your captives, telling them you want them to inform the Dark One of your surrender and that you’ve given up-that he can have me- and have them take me to him…He would be so occupied with the shock of actually having me and my sister both in his hands that you could easily storm the castle,” I said. “There is a way that he communicates with his army…you could send them false orders. Meanwhile, I and Aaliyah will have one, large chance-one shot-to try to defeat him.”

“Absolutely not. Over my dead body,” Adan said fiercely.

“Adan, she may be right,” Cozar said. “That sounds like it could work. There will be far less soldiers there, so it won’t be hard to kill them and then send out false instructions to the rest of the army, such as…let all the innocent people go and then tell the army to go to some far-off country.”

“I don’t care! We are not giving her over to him to let her die!” Adan said angrily.

“Adan,” I said more harshly than I intended. I put my head down and massaged my temples before bringing my head back up. “This is not just about me, alright? There are others at stake-for one, my sister, and for a second, the entire country. Who knows-maybe even the entire world. Adan, the Dark One is so powerful-he must be stopped. We have to do this! Please say that you’ll give us your support!” My voice got softer as I pleaded with him.

There was silence, and then I heard him stalking off angrily. My hopes fell. I heard one of the men start to go after him, but I stopped them. “Let me do it-please take me to him. I’ll try to talk to him, but I can’t promise you anything,” I said. They obliged and Zane led me to Adan’s tent, where Adan was angrily rolling up his blanket and tidying the place up.

Zane left me just inside the entrance. “Adan?” I said quietly. He ignored me.

“It has to be done, Adan,” I said. “Please don’t do this to me now. You have the been the only…” I had to suppress tears of frustration here, “the only one who has kept me going through these hard times. You’ve been my eyes, and you have my heart. Had it not been for you, I would have given up long ago. Please don’t turn your back and let your feelings take control of your common sense. Please-please don’t leave me alone now. I need you and your support…I beg you.” My voice had dropped to a near-whisper, and I hung my head sadly.

In an instant, Adan was next to me and hugging me tightly. I clung to him and let the tears come. They streamed down my face and soaked his shirt, and he swayed me gently until my sobs had subsided. “I can’t bear to lose you,” he said softly into my hair, his voice cracking with emotion.

I raised my head. “No one said you were going to lose me,” I said quietly, though we both douted that was any real chance that he wouldn’t. We both knew, deep down, that I would probably die when I tried to defeat the Dark One. “I love you, Adan El’Hara, and I always will-no matter what the circumstances. My heart will always be yours…but I must do this. I have to save my sister and Kiria; I have to try. Can’t you understand?” I said.

“I can,” he replied. “I feel the same way about my parents…but I’m just too afraid. I’m so weak.”

“No, you’re not,” I said, “and I don’t want to hear you say it again.”

I suddenly wished desperately I could see him (though not for the first time). I stepped back and reached out until my fingertips touched his face. I felt it, and remembered it so clearly…”I wish…I wish I could see you,” I said, new tears welling up in my eyes.

Adan just hugged me tightly again, and managed to stay strong for me. But I knew that what I had said and my grief must hurt him deeply. We both hated to see each other hurting… I didn’t want to lose him either.

But this was for the good of Kiria.

It had to be done.

There was no other way.

For Kiria! I thought, and my hope and courage slowly but steadily renewed. I might face death at the end, but I would fight so hard the Dark One would never forget it.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

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

Stew

March 28, 2009

Stew—
Disfigured bits of old leftovers
Sprinkled with soggy greens,
Drowned in grayish liquid.

Stew—
Served warm at the table,
To the victims’ anonymous horror,
Garish lumps floating at the top,
Seemingly not…alive.

Stew—
Made by a bustling mother,
Hoping to thrill her child,
Ignoring the fatal pleas,
And spooning it in.

Stew—
“Here comes the airplane…”
–and there it goes, all over the rug!
Bon appetite!

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Chapter Twenty-Six: The Dark One and His Black Magic (The Flames; They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

March 28, 2009

Author’s note: This has to need critties…sorry it’s so short, ya’ll !!!!!

“Maybe her pain is stopping…she’s not screaming anymore,” Zane said to Adan. The boy looked beside himself; he had no idea what to do. The girl was lying on the ground, clutching her head, and moaning (though before she had been screaming). She didn’t respond when they shook her and spoke to her.

“No…no…” Aaleyah kept saying over and over. “No…please no…”

Shastara awoke to find himself in a dark, smelly cell.

Then the realization of where he was hit him.

He was in the Dark One’s dungeon.

A rat scuttled over his feet, and he crawled backward in disgust.

That was, until he felt something hard and bony behind him.

He cautiously turned, and gave a shout when he saw a skeleton. He got to his feet and stumbled backward, only to bump his already aching head on the low ceiling of the cell.

There was no light in the tiny cell, and though he felt around on each wall, Shastara couldn’t seem to find the door. How was any air getting in here?

He began to panic.

A few hours later, the door that Shastara hadn’t seemed to be able to find opened. He blinked as light streamed in; his eyes were completely unaccustomed to it. How long had he been down here, with the rotting skeleton? Minutes? Hours? Days? He couldn’t remember.

A soldier walked in and wordlessly (not to mention roughly) dragged him out of the cell. His leg muscles, after so long a time of being in position, were cramped and sore, and as soon as he had gotten to his feet, he nearly collapsed. It turned out his legs were numb as well.

He had to be dragged between two soldiers until he could get the use of his legs back. He wondered if he was being taken to his death.

He thought about Aaliyah. Was she already dead? What had the Dark One done to her? The memory of her lying so motionless on the cold floor pained him.

It turned out that he was being taken to the Dark One. The soldiers, still on either side of him (though he was walking now) took him back to the throne room.

They went inside, and then left Shastara by himself at the Dark One’s command. He and the Dark One were now the only ones in the room, and Shastara again wondered where Aaliyah was.

The doors closed behind the soldiers, and the Dark One began to speak in his sinister voice. “You know, it’s not by chance that you’re still alive. I could have killed you as you walked into this room earlier by simply blinking. No. I’ve kept you alive for a reason.”

Once again, the Dark One was shrouded in darkness at the other end of the room. Shastara heard a creak as he got out of his throne. He walked across the room, and the sight of him nearly took Shastara’s breath away. He was so…evil-looking. It didn’t matter if you had seen him before; he struck new fear in your heart each time you set eyes on him.

“I like to have people that have a lot of spirit and courage working for me, and you seem to have plenty of both. That was quite a stunt you pulled, trying to kill me. A foolhardy thing to do, but admirable none the less,” the Dark One said.

Ha. Like you would know anything about being admirable, Shastara though scornfully.

“I’m going to put you under my command…maybe I’ll even make you general of my army. I know you already were one of my soldiers, but I intend to make you more than that. I’ll give you power, and in return you will conquer and destroy for me,” he said, his face expressionless. “Well? What do you say?”

“Never,” Shastara spat in his face.

“Very well. It doesn’t really matter whether you want to or not; you’ll do what I say either way. Of course, if you don’t do it willingly you won’t get the power I promised you, but that’s no matter,” the Dark One replied, his face still expressionless.

And before he could stop him, the Dark One reached out and put his right thumb on Shastara’s forehead.

The world faded away, and when it returned, Shastara wasn’t the same.

“What would you have me do, Master?” he said.

The Dark One smiled.

I opened my eyes. Where was I? What had happened?

“Please, Aaleyah,” I heard a voice saying. “Wake up.”

I knew that voice from somewhere…

“Adan?” I said. Just speaking made my head throb.

“She’s awake!” I heard many voices saying at once.

“What’s going on?” I said. Throb…throb…throb… The throbbing seemed to match my heartbeat.

“You just…fell off your horse,” Adan said. He was holding my left hand. “You started screaming and clutching your head. We didn’t know what was wrong with you.”

I thought about it for a moment. “It must have been Aaliyah. What I just felt, she felt. That’s the way it works. The Dark One has done something to her…”I said. My voice trailed off.

“How are you feeling now?” Adan asked. I wasn’t sure I had ever wanted to see his face more in my life.

“My head still hurts, but I think I can get up,” I said, a bit unsure of myself. “I’ve caused the whole army to halt, haven’t I?” I was afraid to hear the answer to my question.

“Yes,” Adan answered quietly. “But you’re doing better-that’s good. Don’t think about anything else; just relax. I’m going to pick you up now, and I’ll ride behind you, alright?”

I nodded. Adan gently picked me up.

When he placed me on the horse, I felt so dizzy I nearly fell again. He caught me just in time and swung up behind me. It felt good to have his strong arms around me; protecting me. I leaned against him. “Is my horse injured? I vaguely remember causing her to fall,” I said.

“She’s fine,” Adan said. He seemed to think it was a bit strange that I would be asking about my horse at a time like this, but I didn’t care. I had halted a whole army; I didn’t want a horse’s major injury or death on my hands too.

We all started moving again. Oh, Aaliayh…I thought, where are you?

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

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

Just do something

March 28, 2009

Bless Me

Curse Me

It doesn’t really matter

All the same to me

Hold Me

Hurt Me

They really go together

what difference can it make

Kiss me

Kill me

There really is no difference

So please just choose which one

Love me

Hate me

Can you please make up your mind

This agony of waiting

Hurts more then what your answer will be.

i’m wwweeiiirrrddddddddd

with all the love that I possess,

Alilybit <3

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Black(The Flames;They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

March 27, 2009

I stood in front of the Dark One…he stepped toward me…I screamed…

“No…” I came back to reality with a jolt to hear someone saying this over and over again-me.

Suddenly I became of someone riding on a horse next to me (I was riding on my own horse). “What is it, Aaleyah?” Adan said, riding as close to me as he could.

My calf was throbbing…did I really share pain with Aaliyah too? Did it actually go beyond sharing just thoughts?

The pain was terrible, but it slowly began to fade away. Tears welled up in my eyes. “She’s standing before him now, Adan!” I said, the tears now streaming down my face. The army was on the move again, and I had seemed to go into some sort of trance and transport myself to where Aaliyah was…it had been as if I had breathed with her…been her. It had been awful.

“Aaleyah, there is always hope. Always,” Adan said.

Suddenly I felt the most horrible pain imaginable in the middle of my forehead. It hurt so much…I couldn’t even scream. All I could do was gasp and go rigid, but other than that I couldn’t move. I was completely paralyzed.

When it stopped, I gulped in air-I had been holding my breath because of the pain. I slumped forward, and my limbs all seemed to go completely numb. I fell from my horse, and it tripped over me and then fell on top of me. I screamed in pain as the pain in my head renewed itself, and my world went black.

Aaliyah lay on the floor, gasping. She was completely paralyzed with pain. The Dark One stood over her, smiling.

Yes, smiling.

“I thought that would loosen up your tongue a bit! Now, I need you to tell me something,” he said, squatting down next to her and stroking her hair. She shuddered. “Where is your sister? I know she’s not dead, and I would like to know where she is now. Her and I have some…unfinished business.”

Aaliyah clamped her mouth shut. She would not tell. Never.

In fact, she didn’t even know exactly where Aaleyah was. She knew she wasn’t far, but she didn’t know the exact location either.

“Now, now,” the Dark One said. He blinked and the pain returned to her head-it was greater than before. She screamed at the top of her lungs.

But she wasn’t going to tell.

Adan watched as Aaleyah suddenly went rigid. She stared straight ahead of her, and then she was suddenly going limp and falling from the saddle. The horse went down and fell on top of her, and the two of them created a sort of road block. The soldiers had to carefully go around them.

“Aaleyah!!” Adan shouted. He jumped from his own horse and raced over to her.

He helped the horse get up, and then he started feeling Aaleyah for any broken bones. She seemed to be okay if not a bit bruised…until she started screaming and clutching her head.

You don’t want to toy with me, a terrible voice said in my head. Every word it said sent a sickening wave of pain through my head, which was now pounding.

I’m going to die…the pain is so great…I thought…

Tell me where she is, and this can all stop, said the voice. It was terrible, and sent chills down my spine.

Suddenly I was lying on the floor in a dark room. Someone terrible was squatting next to me, and speaking. I heard myself say-or rather, gasp- “Never.”

The pain intensified.

Shastara’s heart was broken. He had tried again and again to go to Aaliyah; had heard her screams from the black castle she was now in. Her screams tortured him, and he felt like he would go crazy.

Then something happened that seemed to be quite in his favor. He was told by a commander that he was to take a messge to the Dark One himself. Here’s my chance, Shastara thought. I’ll run him through. I don’t care if his magic harms me-I will stop him from hurting Aaliyah any more…or I’ll die trying.

He forced himself to go slowly and calmly up the steps. He told the guards that he had a message for the Dark One; he was under orders to give him this message. They stepped aside and let him pass.

He at last found his way to the Dark One’s throne room. An ear-piercing scream came from it-Aaliyah’s. He nearly ran at the doors to try and break them down, and he had to once again force himself not to. The two guards in front of the door looked like they were enjoying the screams, and would every once in awhile grin at each other evilly.

Shastara strode up to them. “I am under strict orders to give the Dark One a message,” he said to them.

“He’s busy right now,” one of them said gruffly, like he didn’t want to be bothered. Shastara felt sick-these men were disgusting! They were actually enjoying hearing Aaliyah scream.

“I am under strict orders from the general of his army,” Shastara said. This seemed to do the trick, and the guards begrudgingly pushed the doors open after calling out that there was a messenger(the Dark One said to send him in).

Shastara gripped the hilt of his sword until his knuckles were white. He confidently strode into the room, bowing. He sadly noticed Aaliyah sprawled on the floor, completely still. He used his power, and healed her as much as he could(she was in the middle of the room, and he was next to the doorway-also, his power worked better on contact). He wondered what exactly the evil piece of filthy walking toward him had done to her. He knew the Dark One could read thoughts, and tried to think of something else before he could read his. After all, if he heard Shastara thinking of killing him, he would kill Shastara.

Shastara bowed deeply. “Your Highness, I have come with a message,” he said like a dutiful servant.

The Dark One strode up to Shastara. “And what would that be?”

Shastara’s palms were sweaty, and he was nervous, but he had to do this. “This,” he said. In a blur, he had whipped out his sword and was driving its tip at the Dark One’s heart.

He was too slow, and he was suddenly being thrown backwards against the wall by the Dark One’s magic. His body slammed into it, and he heard a cracking sound just before his world went completely black.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

Tags: Aaleyah/Aaliyah/Adan/Shastara, Kiria, Raven14, The Flames;They Whisper

The Road to Death

March 25, 2009

A starless sky tonight

No radiant moon

No shining light

The path ahead

Is shod with darkness

No one wanders

on this blackened night

Shadows lurk

At every corner

The murky mist

it’s overwhelming

All alone I am

lost- on a road

reeking of the dead

but too soon I

find my way

into Hade’s lair

My past awaits me there.

i’m like sooo weird… especially since this is like about a person who’s you know…. ughh..i’m messed up!!

with all the love that I possess,

Alilybit <3

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Evil Itself (The Flames; They Whisper-r14)

March 24, 2009

The castle was dank, cold, dark, and drab. There was absolutely no light except for the dim light coming from the few torches that lined the walls. No windows were open…for that matter, Aaliyah wasn’t sure she had seen any windows.

The soldiers dragged her down long, twisting hallways. At last (after a painful time had gone by; Aaliyah was, after all, being dragged over cold, rough flagstone-she felt like one big bruise, but the soldiers went too fast for her to get up and walk) they came to two huge doors. Two guards stood in front of them, but the Dark One didn’t even need them outside the door to his throne room. He was so powerful he could strike someone dead as they walked through the entrance to the corridor leading to the doors. He would be able to sense their presence; hear their thoughts.

I’m about to see the Dark One himself…Aaliyah thought fearfully.

She had heard from some that he was a hairy beast (though shaped like a man) with long fangs and beady red eyes. She had heard from still others that he was a tall, dark man who could morph into a dragon…but she knew that the true description of him was a man-a human-who had gone evil. He had given in to the Dark and been taken over by it, and now he was the most powerful sorcerer alive. This scared her much more than the other descriptions she had heard. She could kill a beast or a dragon…most likely.

But a man who could hear all her thoughts; predict all her movements? He could blink and she would be dead on the floor.

He would also better know how to toy with her heart. He had, after all, been a man himself before he had become wicked. He knew what being a human was like. Aaliyah gulped.

The soldiers stopped at the door. “Who’s she?” one of the guards said gruffly, staring at Aaliyah before looking back up at the soldiers.

“One of the Twins,” the soldier on Aaliyah’s right said with a wicked grin on his face.

“Enter,” a dark, cold, chilling voice suddenly said. It came from the other side of the doors. It sent shivers down Aaliyah’s spine. The doors swung inward-absolutely silently-seemingly of their own accord, and the soldiers dragged Aaliyah through them.

The room was dark except for one torch on either side of the doorway. These gave so little light that the other side of the room was shrouded in blackness, and this was where the Dark One sat, staring at Aaliyah. She strained her eyes, but could see nothing.

The soldiers unceremoniously dumped her on the floor. She stood up, glaring at them. She snapped her fingers, and a flame wormed its way across the one soldier’s shirt. He screamed and beat at his chest. Aaliyah snapped again and it was gone.

The other man was about to hit her when the Dark One spoke again. “Leave us-now,” he said. His voice caused the hairs on the back of Aaliyah’s neck to stand on end.

The soldiers bowed and walked backwards out of the room, but not before the man Aaliyah had set on fire gave her a hate-filled look. The fire had eaten a hole in his shirt, but unfortunately not touched his skin. For that, she was disappointed.

The doors closed-once again seemingly of their own accord-and Aaliyah turned around to face the other end of the room. She and the Dark One were now alone in the room.

Where Evil itself sat.

“Nice trick,” said the voice. “But that’s nothing compared to what I can do.”

Two seconds later, a horrible pain ripped through Aaliyah’s left calf. She screamed and fell to the floor, clutching her leg. It felt like the muscle in her leg was being squeezed-and the squeezing got tighter and tighter with every moment that went by.

At last it stopped, and Aaliyah gasped for air. She had been holding her breath. Her body had been tensed, and she relaxed it. Her calf throbbed, but the pain had lessened greatly.

“Nice trick, isn’t it?” the Dark One said. “I love to perform it-it gives me great…joy.”

Aaliyah shot roaring fire across the floor to the other end of the room. She didn’t care if she died-she just wouldn’t do it without putting up a fight.

The fire went out, but not before it lit up the Dark One’s face.

Aaliyah stopped breathing for a moment.

He was indeed a man, and he was standing now. His face was pure malice, and his eyes were like black pits that went on forever-there was no bottom to them. His skin was white, and his hair was black. His lips were a purplish color, and he was thin. His fingers were long; his hands slender. He was clothed completely in black, and, while he was thin, she could see huge muscles on his arms. It was a strange combination…

Altogether, he looked like the living dead.

She trembled.

“Now, now,” he said. The pain Aaliyah’s leg went back to its normal intensity, and she screamed again. “Let’s have no more of that.”

When the pain finally did stop, Aaliyah had nearly passed out from it. She weakly opened her eyes.

The Dark One was walking toward her. When he finally came into the light, Aaliyah could see that he was maybe about thirty-five years of age; younger than Japheth…yet he looked so evil. An evil aura hung about him-he really was Evil itself.

“Let me say hello, and welcome to my humble abode,” he said sarcastically. “Your sister will be joining you shortly.”

“She’s already dead,” Aaliyah said coldly.

The Dark One chuckled. It was the most sinister sound in the world. “Don’t try to lie to me, young one. It won’t work, you know,” he said, smiling wickedly. Aaliyah bristled but said nothing. She swallowed in fear though…her throat and mouth were so dry…

“Cat got your tongue?” the Dark One said. Aaliyah keep her mouth shut, and made the horrible mistake of defiantly looking into his eyes. She felt like she might be sucked into those black pits…never to come back out… “Well, I think I know something that will loosen it,” the Dark One said at last, after waiting for Aaliyah to give a response and none came.

Aaliyah screamed.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

Tags: Aaliyah, evil, The Dark One

Chapter Twenty-Three: A Dark Destination Reached (The Flames;They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

March 23, 2009

I seemed to share a heart beat(and thoughts and fears) with Aaliyah as we raced across the rough Kirian terrain for the next two days. It was indeed a strange thing, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

Aaliyah was petrified; I could feel it. I would sometimes get mental pictures in my head (streams of thought from Aaliyah) of different, gruesome ways for Aaliyah to be killed. She must be imagining that herself. The mental images were terrible, and whenever I fell asleep, Adan said I shook and moaned. I would continually wake up to find myself in a clammy sweat, and I knew that if Adan had not been there with me, I probably would have just collapsed on the ground and given up. I would have given in to my fear and mental exhaustion a long time ago.

I began to get scared whenever he was gone from me to go help (for instance) feed and clean the horses, or pitch the tents. As soon as he came back, I would sit by him and lean against him. He was my stronghold in this time. I couldn’t imagine what I would do if something ever happened to him again.

Aaliyah? I thought in my mind. My heart was beating so fast…

There was no reply. Instead I got more streams of thought from Aaliyah.

No…no, no, no! This can’t be real! No…she thought.

They had reached the Dark One.

Aaliyah hugged Mara tightly before the soldiers dragged her away. Mara shrieked and cried, but all it earned her was a slap from one of the overseers. She and the other women were led away then to go start working. Mara had no idea if she would ever again see Japheth, Shastara, Ren, Teran, or Sam.

She doubted it.

“Be safe, my love!” she called out over the noise of the castle grounds. She raised her hand in the air.

“And you!” he shouted back. He put his finger tips to his lips and then raised his hand in a symbol of ‘goodbye’. After that, he was gone from her sight.

Perhaps forever.

Aaliyah looked at the gray, drab sky just before she was taken into the castle. The sky might not look pretty at the moment, but how could she know if this was her last chance to ever see it again? She drank it in, and then she was dragged through the heavy metal doors. Once she and the men dragging her were inside, the doors were pushed shut with a loud CRRRREEAAAK!

The outside world was hidden from her eyes, and so she chose to just look at the ground. It was probably the most friendly thing she would see in this place.

She heard whispers coming from all the servants who lined the walls (supposed to be cleaning, but obviously not) as she was dragged by.

“It’s one of the Twins!” one woman said.

“Can it be?” another breathed.

“She’s dead for sure,” one murmured.

“Poor thing…so young,” another said softly and mournfully. Aaliyah trembled. She met the women’s eyes( she could feel them staring at her) and pleaded with her gaze. They, of course, could do nothing, and they instantly looked away.

She was alone.

“They’ve reached the castle, sir,” a scout said to the general of the Kirian army.

His face fell, and he lowered his voice. “Then all may be lost,” he murmured.

Unfortunately for them, I happened to be walking by. I stopped and grabbed the scout roughly by the arm. “Who has?” I said. It was a silly question, but I refused to believe the answer.

“The-the three battalions of the Dark One’s army…the ones that have your…the other…Twin,” he said, shocked that I had grabbed him and also not wanting to tell me the news.

No.

I fell into some sort of trance. I let go of his arm and stumbled back. I suddenly felt so cold…

“No…no…no!” I said over and over. The general and scout said something to me, but I could hardly hear them.i was too busy trying to connect my mind to Aaliyah’s.

All that happened was that I could hear Aaliyah’s thoughts…see a mental image of what she was seeing now. She was petrified out of her mind.

And she was standing before the Dark One.

The stream of her thoughts ended there, and I threw my head back and screamed “NOOOOOOOO!!” up at the sky with sorrow, rage, and fear. Without thinking, I conjured up two fire orbs-one in each hand. My vision returned, and I raced past the now bewildered and sympathetic(and rather frightened) general and scout. I sobbed as I went.

I stumbled, fell, got up, and kept on going. The entire camp must have been absolutely shocked at the sight of a girl whose hands appeared to be on fire running through the camp, crying. It must have been a strange thing to behold.

At last I got to the stream. Put out the fire…put out the fire… I thought. The fire fed on my rage, and it fed my rage. The two were best friends, and I knew that if I didn’t put the fire out, I would become so enraged my mind would become foggy and I wouldn’t think reasonably-and I had to think reasonably if I was to save Aaliyah.

I stumbled into it and fell onto my hands and knees. My fire was extinguished right away.

As soon as I sat up though, the need to burn came back. It and the heat in the surrounding air weighed heavily on me, and I quickly laid myself down in the water(I was on my back). I stared up at the tops of the trees and then squeezed my eyes shut when they spun.

I suddenly realized something. My vision had stayed after I put my fire out this time!

I opened my eyes, but was disappointed to find that my vision was already gone again. If I only I could have it around Adan for a few moments…then I could at least see his face for a bit…

“Aaleyah?” I heard someone shout. I turned my head toward the sound, but I didn’t get up out of the water. I didn’t trust my rage or my fire to keep themselves hidden.

I heard someone run down the little hill near the stream and then splash into it, toward me.

“No…please no…”I heard Adan murmur under his breath mournfully.

“It’s okay, Adan,” I said. “I’m alive.”

“Don’t ever do that to me again!” he said, taking me up in his arms. He hugged me tightly. “I thought…”

“Adan, they’ve reached the Dark One. Even now Aaliyah stands before him,” I said at last, drawing myself away from him. I shivered.

I felt him start to put his cloak around me, and wondered if I should stop him. What if my fire came again of its own accord once I was warm?

In the end though, I just so tired and cold that I let him wrap me in his cloak. I leaned against him as we started to walk back to camp. I was so cold that I kept stumbling, and he then picked me up and carried me the rest of the way.

After one of the women helped me get into some dry things, Adan put me to bed (which was composed of a ‘mattress’ of a pile of furs, and a ‘blanket’- being covered with one of those furs).

“Aaliyah…” I murmured.

“Don’t worry-we’ll save her,” Adan said. “Or die trying.”

I smiled. “Thank you,” I said softly(almost inaudibly). He kissed my hand, and then I fell into a nightmare-filled, restless sleep.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

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

Till Death Do Us Part (by Jules) (NO it’s not about marriage!)

March 21, 2009

How come it’s so much easier
To draw out my feelings
Than say them?
How come it’s so much easier
To write out my feelings
Than show them?
Countless times have I
Drawn portraits during class
Of the side of your face
When you don’t know
Because you’re looking away.
Countless times have I
Written a thousand verses
On a hundred thousand pages
All about you.
Every day that you are sick
I cannot put my mind to one thing
And I lose my head
Thinking about you.
Every day that you are sick
I cannot focus on my work
And I stare at a blank worksheet
Everyone is on the other side of.
My heart warms
Every time I see you.
My heart warms
Whenever I talk to you.
Whenever, whatever, I want to be there
To shelter any danger
From harming you.
Whenever, whatever, I want to be there
To walk once more
And share one more laugh.
Just one more glance
At the back of your head
As you walk off your way
And I go off to mine.
Just one more glace
At where you just stood
As I imagine what I
So could have said.
I can always tomorrow.
I can always tomorrow.
I can wait another day.
I can wait twenty-four more hours.
I will wait as long as it takes
Till I can say I love you
And I want to be with you forever
And always
Every day
Forever
Like my portraits I drew
Of me and you
With the heart above our heads
Until we are dead.

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Great Grace-r14

March 21, 2009

I fade into the shadows,
I’m not supposed to be here,
As the doctor holds my baby sister,
I silently shed my tears.

“She’s very sick,” he says
With a sorrowful look in his eyes
I cannot bear to lose her, my dear,
I cannot live if she dies.

My papa holds my mama,
She sobs into his shoulder,
They say I don’t understand;
Maybe when I’m older.

About this they are very wrong,
I understand too much.
I understand she will be gone
I’ll never again her touch.

She’ll never again smile up at me,
Never again coo or laugh,
I’ll never again kiss her chubby cheeks
Or give her a bubble bath.

“Please, God,” I pray,
“Don’t take her now from us
Don’t let her rooms become dark and empty
And her things collect much dust.”

Night falls softly,
Our heads begin to nod,
And as my eyelids grow so heavy,
I raise more pleas to God.

Sunlight comes,
It shines onto my hair.
I listen for my sister breathing…
God has heard my prayer!

She sleeps peacefully now
A sweet smile upon her face
God hasn’t take her, our darling, from us
He has once again shown grace.

She’ll get better now
She’ll with me forest paths walk
And as we grow close and older together
About our gracious God I’ll talk.

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

Tags: grace, Raven14, tears

Mr. Read

March 21, 2009

Six months of secrecy
Is long enough
Might I say to you
What I’ve waited to say?
Nope, no confidence
Can’t go without that
Can’t open my mouth
To let words fly out
October, November
December, January
February, March
It’s almost April
And I haven’t enough
Time left to waste
So what do I do?
Do I ask you?
I’ve been contemplating
Pros and cons
Ups and downs
Dos and don’ts
But now what?
Do I put my plan in action?
Say, “Hello there Mr. Read.
Do you love me?”
No, I can’t do that
Why would I even try?
I’m good enough with
A quick, shy smile
Can’t that suffice
Just a little bit longer?
Can’t it stay unknown
For a little more time?
I know that everyone else
Is completely aware
So should I just spill it
All on my own
Before someone else does
On accident or something?
Should I say, “Hi, Mr. Read,
Do you love me?”
How stupid would that be?
In my opinion, very
I couldn’t do that
In a million years
So I’ll just wait another
Month or so
Till I actually know for sure
A simple yes or no
I can’t just say,
“Hello Mr. Read,
Could you tell me quickly
If you love me?”
And I can’t just go up
All loud and brave
Since it’d seem so queer
To scream for the world to hear,
“I am in love, if you couldn’t tell!
Love me, love, or leave me to lie
Dead on the ground,
Depressed and alone,
Denying all life,
Dwelling on my own.
Missing the time
When love was dumb
Missing that time
But that time is gone
Once I tried and failed and cried,
So love me, love, or leave me to die.”

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In my school, we make up funny nicknames for each other, and the last name we made up for one of our friends is “Read” cause he likes to read, and he’s the guy I have had a crush on for like six months.

Hearts!
Jules

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Chapter 22: Hope (The Flames; They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

March 19, 2009

I could hardly move over the next week. Riding in the wagon or on a horse was absolute torture, and Adan had taken to sitting and riding behind me in case I passed out from the pain and fell to the ground-hurting myself more. I didn’t mind this at all, and it even helped to take my mind off my pain a bit. I would lean against him and sleep…

My thoughts were devoted to Aaliyah increasingly more. I had to get to her. I had to save her! What if we were already too late?

Aaliyah? I called out in my mind. We were on the move now, and every time the horse stumbled, I would bite my lip to keep from moaning in pain. Adan had told me to squeeze his hand as hard as I wanted to whenever I felt pain-but I was afraid that, since my pain was so great, I would squeeze his hand too hard and actually hurt him. Still, having him close did me much good.

Aaleyah? came the reply. My heart soared with hope!

You’re there? You can hear me? I thought.

Yes, she replied in a flat voice.

The realization hit me in the face like the slap the Kirian soldier had given me to each cheek.

Her hope was going.

I didn’t seem to be coming-she had been waiting for me for so long, and I still wasn’t there! She had given up.

No, Aaliyah, I thought frantically. You can’t lose hope!

It’s too late, she replied. My hope is gone, Aaleyah. Gone.

No! I cried in my mind. The stress I was feeling at the moment caused me tense my body, which caused a ripple of pain to go through my ribs. I bit my lip so hard it started to bleed. I tried to ignore both however, and said again in my mind, No. Aaliyah Resael Fallyn, you will not give up. Not now! Not yet!

Aaleyah-I have given up already. I am utterly thankful that you tried to save me, but I’m going to die soon…in about two days, came the empty reply. Just stop. There’s no hope for any of us now. Mara and the others wanted me to tell you that you and Adan are to stop following us. You are to go home and make a life for yourselves; raise a family.

This was insane! Aaliyah’s words reminded me of a last will and testament, not to mention that it was as if she and the others were commanding us to stop our quest to save them! As if Adan and I could actually just ‘go home’ and raise a family-the memories would be too painful! That was not to mention that we absolutely would not stop following them.

Aaliyah, I began rather furiously. The horse chose that moment (well, it wasn’t exactly its fault that it tripped) to stumble. This time it stumbled harder than before and nearly fell. The pain was so agonizing I nearly passed out…I gasped loudly and bit my lip to keep from moaning.

“Aaleyah?” Adan said fearfully. “Stay with me. Hang on.” Then he considered his words. It might actually be better if she was unconscious-it would give her relief from her pain.

She didn’t seem to hear him; instead she clutched his hand tightly and leaned back against him. Adan cradled her as best he could in his arms (he sat behind her) and tried his hardest to lead the horse over the smoothest areas of ground as was possible.

You…will not-give up! I thought angrily. I held my ribs with one arm; they hurt so badly. And we will not stop following you! I know I speak for Adan in saying so. That is pure insanity! What have they done to you? Where is my strong sister, who was not that long ago encouraging me?! Where has she gone? Tell me, Aaliyah! Tell me!

She died, along with her hope, Aaliyah replied, resignedly. I love you. Good-bye. Aaliyah abruptly closed the connection between our minds.

I felt again like I had been slapped in the face. I tried to reopen the connection, but Aaliyah was blocking my thoughts-probably in anger and annoyance at my words. What was wrong with her? Tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked.

“What is it, Aaleyah?” Adan said worriedly.

“It…it’s Aaliyah!” I sobbed. “She’s given up-they all have! They want us to stop following them,” here my voice grew disdainful, “go home, and raise a family! Aaliyah actually told me that was what they wanted! As if we could do any of that! How could they even think of asking it?” I was angry now.

Adan was too. My head rested close to his jaw, and I could feel the way he tightened it. “I don’t know,” was all he said. Then his anger seemed to leave suddenly. “But think about, Aaleyah. We have no idea what they are going through. Your sister probably does expect to be dead in the next couple of days. There seems to be no hope for them. I think I would feel much the same way. They are just trying to do what’s best for us.”

“You’re right,” I said, wiping away my tears of anger. “But it’s still so hard!” My eyes flooded with tears anew.

“And if that’s not enough, as I was telling her we wouldn’t dream of such a thing, and that she couldn’t lose hope-she just shut our connection abruptly! She ignored me when I tried to reopen it…what has happened to her…to all of them? I hate being so helpless and useless! I loathe myself! I loathe my nonexistent sight. I loathe that I have been hurt and am once again as weak as a babe! You probably despise me, along with everyone else. I’m a failure,” I ranted.

Adan abruptly turned our horse off into the trees. He told the man on a horse nearest to us that he had to take a stone out of our horse’s hooves(Adan had thought before that there was a stone in one of the horse’s shoes, and been about to stop and check it)…which was true. But I knew that was not the main reason he had turned our horse aside.

He jumped down from behind me, and pulled me down. “Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn, I don’t want to hear those words-those lies- from your lips ever again,” he said quietly and firmly into my face. His words brought more tears to my eyes. “Ever. Do you understand me?”

“I’m…I’m sorry,” I said, bursting into tears. He held me gently, and I threw my arms around his neck. We stood like that until my sobs had subsided. I wished for the thousandth time that I could see his handsome face.

“I love you, and I don’t despise you-I never could. You will never be useless in my eyes, and no matter how firmly you believe you are useless, you are entirely wrong-and you are certainly no failure,” he said at last, holding me at arm’s length. He stroked my face tenderly. I knew he meant what he had said.

“Thank you,” I murmured. We hugged again, and after Adan took the stone from the horse’s shoe, we got back on it and rejoined the huge procession of Kirian soldiers as if nothing had happened.

My heart was overflowing with love for Adan, and it was also overflowing with a greater sense of urgency then I had ever felt in my life.

We had to go get to Aaliyah and the others.

We just had to.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

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

AAAHH!

March 19, 2009

I don’t make any sesne to anyone but me!! AHH LOL

maybe i should just stick with short stories and poetry… lol

with all the love that I possess,

alilybit <3

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Goddess to the Nations-Part one- Chapter 4; Games

March 19, 2009

Andel-at his house in the center of Bohdana

Zaunia- Zauna as she now insists to be called was driving me insane! And to think I once thought her courageous and beautiful! The girl- yes girl, she lacked too much common sense to be thought of as a woman, yes she was courageous but she also had a complete lack of regard for her safety. She was Dangerous…Mischievous… A vixen… She’s devastatingly beautiful… she’s all that is good. She’s all that is brave, that’s kind, that’s true.

I really couldn’t escape it.

I was jealous. You’re not the only one who can play at this game, Zaunia.

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I thought Andel and I had been making progress, at being friend’s that is. He didn’t have any romantic interest in me, at all. But lately he had as prickly as a mean old Great Bear. And I was happy for Maria, really. Andel was a really good, strong, and supportive. And an especially handsome man. Even if he was ornery, stubborn, and ill-tempered. But then again, he was almost never that way to Maria; he was always spoke gently and listened to her. It was only me he liked to yell and not listen to.

Even though he didn’t always treat me right, I had learned to love him-as a friend of course. Yes, I had learned to love him and this place, Bohdana. In fact-they were rather alike Bohdana and Andel. They were both captivating and wonderful-but they had their stormy days.

The first day Maria had taken me to town, well the town was captivating! They people were so kind and friendly… But when we got back… Andel was angrier then… well angrier then I’d ever seen a man get before. And I’d seen my uncle and cousins get pretty riled up. And he wasn’t angry at Maria, of course. He assumed that I had instigated it. But he didn’t even know me… then. A few weeks had passed, so of course he now knew that any trouble was probably started by me. But he didn’t know it then, which didn’t give him any right! And it wasn’t even my fault that time! Of course later he had apologized gruffly, said he had just been worried something bad had happened, that Maria hadn’t responded to his mind call… And I really couldn’t hold it against him; he had been worried about Maria.

Maria, a friendship I had come to cherish, to hold dear more so then any one I’ve ever had before! I would never consider her a rival-while she wanted Andel, I would never do anything to come between them, as if I could. The connection between them must be strong. Andel said that Maria was the only person he’s ever been able to do that with…

I needed to stop thinking about him. I needed to find out instead, why I was being held captive here. Of course Andel said I had come of my own free will (ahuh), and I was free to leave at any time. Which was the catch right there. I had no idea where Bohdana was in relative with where my home was. And since Andel certainly wasn’t going to help me-he had forbidden Maria from helping me too- I was stuck here for the time being. But while he was explaining anything-neither was I.

Two can play at this game, Andel. Time to find some answers…

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“Two can play at this game, Andel. Time to find some answers…”

“Maria? What’s going on? Do you need something?” I sent back to her.

“I didn’t say anything Andel…But now that you ask, do you know where Zauna is? I can’t find her anywhere!” Her urgent sending sent shivers down my back. Not that Zaunia was missing-that was turning into a Sunday ritual. But rather, I believed-I hoped (and probably half wished)- that I had just heard Zaunia in my mind. Either, I was going crazy, or we were more deeply connected then I had ever dreamed to be possible. Her sending had been much stronger then Maria’s ever had been-even when she was in great need. And Zaunia had done it unconsciously! Her sending had almost hurt my head, it was so loud.

This also meant two things; one, she was probably flirting with the front guard again, to let her out without an escort and two she was planning on figuring some things out, that I wasn’t ready for her to know.

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“I’m free!” I shouted lustily as soon as I was far away from the house. Flirting worked better then I’d ever even dreamed it would! I danced my way along to the wharf- the best place to start to look for my answers.

“Prepá?te, sir,” excuse me. I half-sang to the first man that looked promising. This particular sailor had a cut from going from his left eyebrow all the way to his right ear-most likely received from a whaling accident. He looked world-wizened and gruff yet dignified somehow. He looked like a man who might now something.
“Áno? Is there anything I can do for you Miss-?” yes? He asked smoothly, looking at me in a way that made me shiver.

“Bozidar, Volám sa Nada Bozidar.” My name is Nada Bozidar. I told him with a smile, giving him my old nurse Nada’s full name, already having decided this wasn’t the man I needed.

“Well Miss Bozidar how can I be of service?”

“Oh, well… I just got lost you see and well you look like I man who knows his way around. And please call me Nada” I simpered while I subtly fluttered my eyelashes, trying to look demure.

“I sure do know my way around,” he said, his voice thick with implications. “Where is it you were headed Miss Nada?”

“um… Angel Bridge.” I said, saying the first thing that came to mind.

“Well know… let me think. To get to Angel Bridge simply go that away,” he pointed to where he was talking about, purposely letting his arm brush across my chest, as he pointed behind me. “Then you turn right and keep going, that the surest, quickest, and easies way to Angel Bridge Miss. But why don’t you come with me first?” He peered at me lustily.

“No… I really must be on my way, thank you.” I replied hurriedly, and attempted to move past him. The bore reached out and grabbed me by the shoulders. “Get your hand off me!” I cried, outraged.

“You’re going in the wrong direction Missy. You never were lost were you. Why don’t you come with me and we’ll have a good old time.” He said to me, leering. This wasn’t a request.

“Let me go! Or I’ll-I’ll” I scrambled thinking of what position I need to get in to get, in order to throw him off me.

“Let go of the Lady or I’ll run you through borqui.” criminal. The sailor immediately let go of me.

“You just want her for yourself, don’t you?” The sailor jeered.

Andel pushed me behind him and took a firm stance between me and the culprit.

“And what if I do.” Andel replied fiercely. The sailor took a couple of looks between him and me, sized up the situation (his chances of winning, which next to Andel, were nil) and looked mad.

“She’s not worth it anyway.” He mocked and walked away.

Andel blankly stared after him for a second, probably agreeing- I wasn’t worth it.

Then he whirled around and glared at me.

“What did you think you were doing? Coming down to the docks? Talking to… to… men like that! You were almost… You could’ve been- You are in serious trouble!” He couldn’t even finish his lecturing, he was too mad.

I just shrugged and started to go back. But Andel wouldn’t go for any of that, he strode in front of me, picked me up by the waist and starting shaking me.

“And where do you think your going!?”

“Back to my prison.” I answered dully.

“Not in my book sweetheart!” His tone softened at my expression, “We need to talk.” He set me down on my feet, but kept a tight hold around my waist. He stares into my eyes, for what seemed to be forever.

And then he kissed me.

okay there we go!!! chapter 4!! two chapters in one day… WOW!! LOL soo please cirtty!! and I can’t believe they kissed.. and its only the 4th chapter.. but just wait till you see what happens in the next chapter! (I don’t know… but it can’t be good!!!) HAHA

with all the love that I possess,

Alilybit <3

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Goddess to the Nations-Part one-Chapter 3: Bohdana

March 19, 2009

Andel- Zaunia’s house in the most eastern part of the Great Empire

When the Andela grabbed my hand, warmth burst through me like a frozen man feeling the hot embers of a roaring fire, it burned through every part of my being. I felt broken with a insuppressible need to be made whole again, by the Andela. I hoped it wouldn’t do any permanent damage. It didn’t make sense to me though- why it burned. Most certainly not because of her trusting touch or her mischievous blue eyes. Not because of her soft, yet strong heart-shaped face. Or her delicate shape and enticing smell. Maybe it was just because of the Great Magic- the Greatest Magic- that she had, but didn’t know how to control. Then again she didn’t even know she had it, and the Great Magic really doesn’t work without faith. It can only work sporadically, when in dire need.

As I took her through , not even bothering to use the hoax of the book -my faith was great enough (while others needed something to place their faith on)-, she didn’t even tremble as most do on their most time. She faced this situation so daringly and fearlessly that even I had to admire her spirit. And for the first time in years I felt a surge of hope rush through me. Surely she must be the one. The one to save us all.

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A hawk and an eagle rose in spirals in the sky, dancing together. It was a dance of love. But the eagle- the female- was teasing the male going higher and higher, much higher then the hawk could fly, refusing to be caught, to be tamed. The male bailed out on her and flew under some low clouds, disappearing from the eagle’s sharp site. The female, worried, came down from her great heights and flew low, close to the ground. She called out, she sang, she danced, trying desperately to lure the hawk back. But he was gone.

I woke with a gasp! Just a dream Zaunia, get ahold of yourself girl! You would think you were in love. You nilly-muggin!

I heard a squeak and an exotically beautiful woman silently entered my room, opened the curtains, bowed, and left. Who was she? She wasn’t any of the servant’s I could recall… Maybe she was a new one.
But then I looked around the room and I realized I couldn’t place it. I wasn’t in my home. Then I remembered all that occurred that day- no, it was yesterday afternoon- I reminded myself. Yawning, I stretched out all the stiffness in my bones, when my stomach grumbled. Going sort of hysterical, I giggled, amused by the fact that my stomach never waited long to tell me of its needs. Not knowing whose company I was keeping or even where I was, I figured it was best to stay quiet and explore this place a bit and get something to eat.
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“What do you mean she’s missing! When was the last time you saw her!? How could you let her disappear?” I roared at my sister.

“The first time I went in there to check on her, she had just woken up. I left and when I returned with some warm water for her to bathe, and some clean clothes, she had left.” Maria signed to me. “Please do not be worried, my brother. She is probably hungry and went to find something to eat.”

I really couldn’t be mad at my sister. It was just like Maria to calmly explain the situation and take all blame, till I had calmed down.

“I’m sorry Maria. Will you help me look for her?” I signed to my sister, not speaking for fear I wouldn’t be able to control my voice. She nodded. “Let’s go then.”

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I, Zaunia, the Great Duchess of the Great Empire, and daughter of the Great Gabek, the most skillful and fearless warrior that has ever served the Great Ones! I am the daughter of the Greatest healer ever heard of. I am the Great-daughter of Emilia, the woman who defeated all the rivals of the Great Empire, merely by her wits. I will find a way out of here. I promised myself.
But first, I must eat!

The place, that I was held captive-or rather not since I wasn’t kept locked up- was more confusing then any place I’d ever been before! Maneuvering through the numerous amount of doors and hallways, I found it harder then any other complex Great Maze I’d tried! And I was considered one of the best! After what felt like hours, but was most likely no more then a three-quarters of an hour, I found the kitchen.

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Searching for the Andel proved a far more complex thing then I would’ve ever of guessed. So I tried to think like a young girl would-well young woman actually, recalling her full-shape.
She hadn’t yet returned to the bedroom I’d had her placed in, she wasn’t in any of the bathrooms. And she hadn’t left the premises-my guards had seen nothing or no one leave. I hoped I would find her soon… the poor woman was probably starving! Although full shaped, she had been rather petite, I remembered. But then again I really hadn’t bothered seeing what she looked liked. The kitchens! I suddenly thought to myself. What a lackadaisical imbecilic idiot I am! I thought as I ran as fast as my legs would carry me to the kitchens.

“Maria, I think she’s in the kitchens… meet me there!” I spoke through mind to my sister- the connection between us was inexplainable. Something I could only do with her, something I couldn’t even do with my twin brother. I sped up even faster then I though possible, and sure enough there she was. Standing on top of the smooth marble counters, obviously foraging for food, she looked even more incredulously beautiful then I had recollected. Get ahold of yourself Andel! You shouldn’t be thinking of her like this! She’s a Great One, a Goddess, the one who will save us all. She would never be interested in someone like you. But I lost my heart anyway.

“ Dobré ráno, Andela.” good morning, great one.

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“ Dobré ráno, Andela.” good morning, great one. I heard someone say. I spun around and saw the man who had brought me here last night… Andel-Yes! that was his name! He looked vaguely familiar-not the I think i’ve seen you before familiar- but I felt that deep engrained sense that I’ve known you forever. And then I fell.

When I awoke, I was in Andel’s arms and with his face and the woman I had saw earlier peering into mine.

“Ah, Andela, how do you feel?” Andel asked, sounding relieved. “No, please do not try to move, you hit your head pretty hard… You’ll have to be more careful in the future Andela, falling from those heights can be dangerous.” He said when I tried to hop out of his arms.

“How long have I been out for?” I asked, still struggling to get out of his hold, but he just held me tighter. “Why am I here? When can I leave?” I continued without giving him a chance to answer. I twisted my way out of his arms, over his head, and onto the floor. “And please call me Zaunia.”
Andel turned around to face me and his mouth dropped in shock. I grinned at him.

“How did you do that An-”

“Zaunia,” I reminded him.

“Zaunia,” he corrected as if feeling the shape of my name on his tongue.

“If you answer my questions, I’ll answer yours. Okay?” I asked.

“Questions…I have more then one.” He said. “But yes, that will do.” He smiled at me and my heart pace quickened. “First though, may I introduce Maria? I believe you have already met.” I nodded and smiled at the staggeringly beautiful woman. Were they..? Andel went to Maria and slipped his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to me. Yes, they were together. A strong feeling hit my gut and though I’d never felt it before, I recognized it for what it was. Jealousy. You just met him… and they have probably been together for a long time. I chided myself.

I didn’t want to like this woman, who obviously held Andel’s heart… but when she grasped my hand with a firm shake and smiled a full warm grin at me, I couldn’t help but to like her immediately. It was like we were meant to get along. Andel looked a bit sheepish as he cocked a crooked grin at me,

”An-Zaunia, Maria can’t speak.” He said in what I guess had turned into an akward silence since Maria hadn’t said anything to me. “She communicates through hand signals. I can translate for you.”

“No need Andel.” He looked at me as if I had six heads. “My mama cannot speak either, I know the signs… Thank you anyway.” He looked awe-strucked, again. “um.. so for my questions?” Andel looked at the sun,

“I’m sorry Zaunia. I really have to go, I will answer all your questions over dinner. And I expect that you will answer mine and those are growing every second that I am with you. Dovidenia” Till we meet again. Then he bowed and left. Maria stayed though, so I turned to her and signed,

“How long was I out for?” I ducked my head, ashamed, that I had forgotten my manners and once again gone right for the point. Maria, taking my guilt the wrong way quickly said,

“Do not worry Zaunia, it was only for a minute… And you can speak to me, I do understand.”

“Oh Maria!” I rushed to her and threw my arms around her middle (she was quite tall!). “Please don’t be offended, I only signed because I loved to do that with my mother! I never assumed… Prepá?te, ospravedl?ujem sa!” please forgive me!

”My dear Zauna, only if you do not mind if i call you Zauna! And we shall be the best of friends!” Maria said, offering all I wanted, and more. Friendship. The Greatest Friendship.

“I would love for you to call me Zauna! And yes, we shall be!” I exclaimed.

“Come then, you must be starving! Let’s get you something to eat… then I will show you around!” Maria signed, getting exited. She started flying around the kitchen, getting this and that. It looked like she was planning on making enough food to feed all of the Great Army, not just me.

“Wait Maria,” She stopped immediately and looked up at me questioningly.

“What is it?” She signed when I didn’t continue.

“Before… before we do anything else… before we eat…. Please… I would like to know where I am?” I mumbled, embarrassed that this information meant so much to me. But if I knew where I was, then my mama would know where I was- it was just something that was there between us. Maria just smiled at me and and starting walking away. I glumly went to go sit and the Great Oak table in the middle of the room. But Maria wasn’t having any of that she went over to where I was sitting, yanked me up, and freed her hands so that she could sign to me.

“Come silly! I will show you where we are!” She laughed silently and started running. I started laughing too and ran a step behind her. We sped through the whole abode until we got to two massive intricately carved golden doors. We paused there and just started at them for a moment. They had to have been the prettiest doors I’d ever set eyes on. Maria slowly grasped the Great Doors, pulled with all her strength, and opened the doors the another world. I saw a bright yellow sun shining on a marketplace, there was color and life and laughter. It was nothing like the colorless, dull, markets where i’d been.

“Welcome to Bohdana.”

OKay!! there we go chapter three! 2032 words not including this.. wow!!! I’m on a roll.. lol

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Hmmm…

March 18, 2009

Hmmm….

anyone miss me?

haven’t been here in a while.

Anyone miss me?

Humph.

…what were the results on the test?

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Goddess to the Nations-Part one-Chapter two; Andel

March 18, 2009

As quietly and quickly as possible I leaped out my seat and ran straight to the spot where my uncle had just been. Except for some disturbed dust in the air, everything seemed exactly as it had before my uncle had entered and somehow-with a Great Magic Ball in his hand-disappeared. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw subtle movement by the North Exit. Very casually I walked over to the bookshelf that is convieniently placed- right by the North Exit. To my upmost surprise( I was half expecting it to be uncle) there was a half-starved boy hidden behind the curtain at the North Window (located at the North Exit). Not wanting to scare him- I ignored him and pretended I didn’t see him. At some sign, that I didn’t see (but the boy obviously did), the small dirty boy came up from behind the curtains and tugged on my hand.

“Mam sa Priate?u, Andela. Po? so mnou, my lady.” I am your friend, Great One. Follow me, my lady. The boy said gently-yet with determination, in a clear soprano voice.
I mindlessly let him pull me back to the spot where uncle had disappeared, when I realized I was following a complete stranger who could very well be leading me to my death.

”Who are you and where are you taking me? Who sent you? What do you want from me?” I asked him getting agitated- thinking he could be an assassin- he wouldn’t have been the first. But a puny boy seemed an odd choice to do the job.

“Som tu skoro!” We are a in hurry! He mumbled under his breath and went to grab the book that Uncle had picked up- not that long before.
I slapped him sharply on the hand and stood staunchly in front of the book case. I wasn’t going anywhere until this vagabond explained himself! The boy looked frustrated but he obviously got the picture.
“Andela, Volam sa Brani. Hned’ some tu. Pckajte, prosim.” Great One, My name is Protector (Brani). I will be back in a minute. Please wait. The boy-Brani- then reached behind me, grabbed a book, and disappeared. I gasped! This boy had Great Magic too?

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Andel- at his house in the center of Bohdana

“Precpacte, Bora. Mohli by ste to zopakovat?” Excuse me, foreign one. Could you say that again? I said to the thirtieth bumbling idiot I’d had to listen to this afternoon on their ideas for another Great Rebellion. But I was far to anxious to actually pay attention… Why wasn’t Brani back with the Andela yet? The Great Empire had need of her… All the Nations had need of her… I had need of her.
My beautiful, speechless sister, Maria, thankfully interrupted my thoughts then- this foreign one was especially dull and wasn’t doing anything for me. She motioned for me to follow her.

“Precpacte, Hned’ some tu.” Excuse me; I will be back in a minute. Then I rose and followed my sister.

As soon as the Great Hall doors closed behind us, Maria smiled, then motioned she had to leave. and Brani appeared- without the girl.

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There was nothing to do but wait- I was far too curious to leave this place (not wait around… possibly for my death) like I should. A minute passed… then three…. then five… I was getting very impatient!!! Because of his underestimated “minute”, I had far too much time on my hands to think. What would he bring so that I would follow? Why did he only speak in the Old Talk? He seemed to understand the Great Talk… What if he didn’t come back?

A sudden bright light interrupted my thoughts; Finally! I thought. This must be Brani! My, what an entrance! It was like nothing I had ever seen before… Little pieces of light were fitting together and forming him. His return is much more noticeable then how he left… Wait! That isn’t Brani! It’s a man! My- wasn’t he something to look at-Zaunia snap out of it! Those are the kind you can’t trust! A tall, handsome man smiled at me held out his hand. I unconsciously slipped my hand into his and looked into his eyes.

“Do not be afraid,” He said soothingly in the Great Talk. “I am a friend. My name is Andel.”

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Tags: andel, chapter two, Goddess to the nations, part one, Zaunia

Chapter Twenty-One: Dark Motives (The Flames; They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

March 17, 2009

Author’s note: WOW THIS IS LONG-1,729 WORDS TO BE EXACT(not including this note)! sorry ya’ll…a lot had to happen in this chapter…

I noticed over the last few days of traveling that some of the Kirians were openly showing their disregard for me. They would say things about me-bad things-right in front of me. I would hear them whispering as I passed.

Now I was brushing one of the horses’ coats. That was at least something I could by sense of touch.

Unfortunately for me, Adan was resting-no one was really around to stop the gang of four Kirian soldiers who had decided it was time to taunt me-mentally and physically.

I heard them approach, but continued to brush the horse. Suddenly the brush was knocked from my hand.

“Hey, wench,” one of them said teasingly. I did not turn around; instead I kept my hands on the horse.

This annoyed the men. “Respond when you’re spoken to!” another one of them said, grabbing me by the shoulder roughly and turning me around. I kept my mouth firmly shut.

I was then slapped in the face. My left cheek stung, but instead of beginning to cry or shout for help, I turned the other cheek. Literally.

The only Kirians who probably would have stepped in to help me were not around; I could tell this much because these men would never get away with anything like this if they were around.

My right cheek was slapped-much harder. It stung much more fiercely.

“Ha! She won’t even defend ‘erself, and that fool, Zane, expects her to actually defend us-this whole country. What a joke!” the man who had slapped me said to his companions mockingly. They sniggered and mocked, and that was when I decided I’d had enough.

“Step away, sir, and leave me alone,” I said calmly and quietly.

“What was that?” he said, putting his face closer to mine and breathing his hot, smelly breath in my face.

“I said, step away and leave me alone,” I replied, louder this time.

“Oh ho!” the man said to his friends. “She wants me to ‘step away an’ leave her alone’! Isn’t that nice?” He hit me in the back of the head just to get me more annoyed.

That quickly I had grabbed his arm with inhuman speed and strength. I twisted it as hard as I could, and I heard a crack.

I let go of it-completely shocked. I had just broken his arm. I hadn’t intended to do that!

“She broke me arm!” he howled.

I gasped as I suddenly took a very hard, very strong punch to my ribs. I felt some of them break. I doubled over in pain, and then the real beating began-the one man punching and kicking me and the others cheering him on.

I fell to my knees. What do I do? He’s going to kill me! I thought frantically. Then a plan formed in my mind-one I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of before.

The man took a step back to gain his footing; he had kicked so hard he almost fallen over. That quickly I was on my feet, with a huge, roaring orb of fire in each of my hands. The men screamed and stumbled backwards (the horse had left long ago).

“I…told you…to leave me be,” I gasped through my pain. For some reason the blurred outlines of their bodies were strangely clear to me. I knew exactly where they were, and I aimed my fire at them. “You didn’t…listen. You have…a chance…to do so now. I suggest you heed my warning-because it is the only one you will get…before I roast you alive.”

The men hesitated for one moment and then ran for their lives. I fell to my knees again, and my fire went out.

Once again everything became blurry. Strange…it had seemed like I had been able to see better when I was using my fire…

I knew I was hurt badly. Many of my ribs were either a little cracked or completely broken, and I knew I probably had at least one black eye and many scrapes and bruises. I must look a terrible sight.

I wondered if I had any internal bleeding…I was surprised I hadn’t already died by now. I had to get help immediately!

I thought about where I was. I was near the west side of the camp…so that must mean I was closest to the tent where Zane and the other commanders and generals usually met. I would have to limp there…or crawl… That tent wouldn’t be my first choice, but the commanders and generals would see what one of their men had done to me. I shakily got to my feet, and then I staggered in the direction of the tent(it was a rather long walk). I clutched my ribs with my right arm and felt around with my left. At last I felt the outside of the tent, and, running my fingers as I walked along it, I at last came to the opening (and hoped that I was not entering the wrong tent).

I stooped and went inside. I then heard many voices stop speaking at once-and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was the right tent. The commanders and generals were discussing war plans.

At that moment, I collapsed, unable to stay on my feet any longer. Thankfully though, before I hit the ground, someone caught me from behind as they were entering the camp.

“Aaleyah?” I heard Adan say in a fearful, shocked voice. Instantly everyone was coming toward me and crowding around me. “Aaleyah…who did this to you?” Adan said with pain and anger in his voice.

I tried to speak, but I couldn’t. My tongue felt heavy. “Come on, boy, we need to get her to the healer!” Zane said, prodding Adan. Adan scooped me up and walked quickly from the tent.

“Healer!” Zane shouted above the noise of the camp. The healer came running, and when he saw me he gasped.

“Get her into my tent!” he said. He ran back to his tent and cleared off a table. Adan laid me on it when we reached the tent, and then someone put something soft under my head as a pillow.

Big, gentle hands stroked my face. “Aaleyah, who did this to you?” Adan said again, softly.

“Four men…one of them…has a broken…arm…” I gasped. “That’s all I know…if I heard their voices again…I could tell you…” The effort to speak any more was too much for me, and after kissing me on the forehead, Adan stalked out of the tent.

I heard him shouting at the crowd of soldiers who had gathered around the healer’s tent. “Who did this to her?” he shouted angrily.

Zane stepped in and gently moved Adan aside. He addressed his men then. “Who has dared to touch one of the Twins?” he demanded.

No one answered.

“Who here has a broken arm? She said one of her attackers had a broken arm,” Zane said. “Answer me-now.”

I heard one man boldly step forward. “It was me,” he said. “And I’d do it again gladly.”

I then heard feet scuffle on the ground and steel ring as a sword was drawn from its scabbard-and I knew Adan must have tried to lunge at the man and kill him, but had been held back by Zane.

“Why would you do such a cowardly thing?” Zane shouted in the man’s face. “That girl is going to save this country from the Dark One! What’s wrong with your head, man?!”

“Now, you didn’t let me explain meself,” the man said. I could hear the fear beginning to creep into his voice. “Me and the boys-we was just talkin’ to her. She started to go mad, an’ she grabbed my arm an’ twisted it ’til it broke. Ask the others-they’ll tell ya’!”

I heard three other men testify (now each of my ‘attackers’ had spoken). “It’s as he says,” they said.

“I find that very hard to believe,” Zane said in a cold, hard voice. “You mean to tell me that this girl-who has been assistant healer in this camp and helped to save many of your lives-in fact, Wren, I believe she saved yours once-just decided to break your arm? For no reason?”

“Yessir,” the man began.

“That’s pitiful. Four grown men against one girl-and she decides to break your arm,” Zane said. I could hear the sarcasm and scorn in his voice. “No. I believe I’ll hear her side of the story before I listen to you. I can’t believe this-my own men turned enemies! You might as well be in the Dark One’s army right this moment! Everyone but you four get back to your duties. You will four will wait right here under guard.” With those angry words, Zane turned away and came back into the camp, and the rest of the soldiers scurried away to do their ‘duties’.

I knew Adan must be having a hard time not just racing at them(the four men) and killing them all in a few moments. He could have too, but instead he turned around and came back into the tent.

“How is she?” he asked the healer in a worried voice.

“She’s has many broken ribs, and bad bruises all over her. She’s lucky she’s not bleeding inside-otherwise she would be dead by now,” the healer replied with remorse in his voice. “Those fools. What were they thinking?!”

“Adan, don’t…don’t do anything to them,” I rasped. I heard Adan mutter something about ‘Right. I’m not going to do anything to them…how could I not?’ under his breath. “Adan-promise me,” I said.

Adan sighed in defeat. “If they’re punished properly, then no, I won’t touch them,” Adan said. I knew that was the best I would get out of him at this point.

“Now, Aaleyah, what happened?” Zane said. One of the generals was there too.

I proceeded to tell them what had really went on, and that I had only broken the man’s arm to defend myself. Zane said he wished I had gone on to break every one of his limbs. Then he and the general left to see that the man did get a proper punishment.

“Adan?” I said.

“I’m here,” he replied, taking my hand.

“Please don’t…don’t leave…” I said clutching it tightly.

“I won’t,” he promised.

Then I passed into sweet unconsciousness.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

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

Goddess to the Nations- Part one-Chapter one: Uncle Otakar

March 16, 2009

alright so i’ve decided to try my hand at actually writing more then a short story.. haha..well here goes nothing….(anything that’s not english is Slovic (i’m part slovic… the english translation is in italics-except sometimes nada speaks in spanish.. then the spanish is in italics bold)

”Dobrý Den uncle, Dovidenia” good day uncle, till I see you again, Goodbye. I timidly replied in response to my Uncle Otakar’s robust greeting.
I hope Uncle Otakar won’t be too put out with me… I thought as I quickly scampered back up to my room.
I was worried for I had left off the traditional endearment for Uncle- but I just couldn’t bring myself to say it, I don’t trust my Uncle Otakar and his cunning ways. After all his name does mean “Watchful of Wealth” and I, Lady Zaunia, am heiress to the vast family fortune. And Uncle Otakar had a couple of sons around my age. In fact he had 8 sons- and all but two are older then I. So I truly believe my Uncle to be after my fortune.
Aunt Vlasta, Uncle Otakar’s wife, was due again-hopefully with a girl this time. After 12 births- 8 of them healthy strapping boys and the rest stillborn-all boys. Which is why they were all here visiting now- because my dear Mama’s great skill in healing, especially in midwifery, was renown all throughout the Great Empire and many come for to seek blessing and healing from the Milana. Milana

“Woah young’un, watch where you going child.” I had been carelessly stomping up the steps and almost ran into my favorite nurse, Nada.

“Ospravedl?te ma, prosím. Necitim sa dnes dobre Nada. Excuse me. I am not feeling well today. I said respectfully, but then I exclaimed, not so respectfully, “But I’m not a child- so do not call me such!”

“Prepá?te, ospravedl?ujem sa, my lady.” I apologize, my lady. Nada replied coldly and continued on her way.

“Wait Nadeja!” I shouted, running after her, using my pet name for my beloved nurse. “Prepá?te, ospravedl?ujem sa!” Forgive me!
I caught up to her, threw my arms around her and remorsefully buried my head in her chest. She immediately halted in her descent, clearly this was the reaction she had been waiting for. I sheepishly grinned up at her.

“I spoke out of turn Nadeja-prosim ospravedl?ujem sa.” please forgive me. I begged, formally.

“Si, mi bebelinda. Ni sa nestalo.” yes, my beautiful girl. It’s all good. Nada replied fondly, party reverting back to her native language Sparatica. My Nurse had been captured in a Great Raid and still occasionally spoke to me in Spartatica. My papa, Gabek- a warrior of the Great Ones, told me that Nada had lived in the desolate country of Spartan (which was outside of the Great Empire but not outside of the Great Wall- which in some places goes quite far outside of the boundaries) and was much better off here with us.

“I know, mi amor, that you are troubled. But that is no excuse for being disrespectful to your elders. Although I wouldn’t mind if you were belligerent to your Uncle- that sorry excuse for a man… He has no excuse for acting the way he does, he has enough money of his own.” My love. She stoutly said in turn, then spoke again, compassionately,

Do not worry Antoinetta, your Papa would never allow a marriage to one of the Blazej’s sons.” Invaluable girl; the man who talks with a lisp.

“I hope you are right but you do not know all our ways, Barbora.” foreign one. I told her sharply.

Nada seemed about to scold me again, but thought better of it, and went on her way. But turned suddenly and said one word.

“Andela.” Goddess.

She was reminding me of who the people thought I was- who I didn’t want to be. And why she thought my Papa would never risk marriage to one of my cousins- it was cause an uprising.
I sulked all the way up to the library, grabbed my favorite book, and hid behind the velvet curtain in my favorite window seat that looked out to the gardnes. When the story engrossed my attention, quiet footsteps startled me. I stayed very still and peeked out the curtain, to see who would be at the library at this hour (It was past the Great Wandering Hours). Uncle Otakar! What was he doing here? I was about to reveal myself when I saw Great Magic in his hand. I caught myself right before I scream and stayed as quiet as possible, barely breathing. Great Magic had been outlawed years ago! What was Uncle Otakar doing with some? He wasn’t a magician… and he definitely wasn’t a Great Magician, it didn’t run in the family. He picked up a book and I involuntarily leaned closer- trying to get a better look, and he disappeared.

okay… so i have no idea if this is interesting or anything… so please tell me what you think and if I should add to it…. CRITTY”S ARE SO WELCOME YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!

with all the love that I possess,

Alilybit <3

Categories: Fantasy Fiction, Science Fiction.

Tags: Chapter One, Goddess to the nations, part one, Zaunia

Chapter Twenty: Broken Hearts (The Flames; They Whisper- AKF B2-r14)

March 16, 2009

Aaliyah was afraid-very afraid.

What awaited her once they reached the Dark One (they were only days away from doing so)? Death? A life cursed to be under his spell, in which she would be made to kill her own loved ones?

For once in her life, Aaliyah had no hope.

At all.

Over those next few days, I struggled with not being completely bitter.

After all, I was blind, useless, and I couldn’t really do much to save my sister and other loved ones from the Dark One’s army. I wanted to die.

I felt like an infant every time I stumbled or made a mistake because I couldn’t see, and then Adan had to correct my mistake or catch me before I fell to the ground. Each time it happened I burned with humiliation.

I had thought I was past these feelings, but I had been very wrong.

Nearly every day, Adan would do one of the two things-correcting a mistake or catching me as I tripped-and then I would become completely furious. “Just leave me be!” I would say. “It’s bad enough I can’t see-I don’t need you treating me like a fragile infant!” He did seem to overly watch out for me, but deep down I knew he just loved and wanted me to be as comfortable and taken care of as possible. Still, every time I yelled at him, he would silently walk away.

Of the maybe ten times I had done so, I had apologized maybe once.

As I sat there, near the stream (a soldier had brought me here upon my request and promised to come back and get me in a little bit), listening to it sing its babbling song, I heard someone come up behind me. At first I thought it was the soldier returning to get me, but then I recognized the footsteps. “Adan?” I called out.

He didn’t say anything; he just turned to leave(he hadn’t expected to find me here), as if anticipating me blowing up in anger at him.

“Wait!” I cried. “Don’t leave me…please.”

He quickly came back to my side. “Are you hurt? Is something wrong?” he asked fearfully.

“Me,” I replied. “I’m wrong-and you’re the hurt one. How you keep on loving me after the way I’ve treated you befuddles me. I have broken your heart again and again-and all you have tried to do is love me and care for me. I loathe myself.”

There was silence, and it was eating at me-I wished so much I could see his face.

“I know this will be hard for you to do-because I’ve hurt you over and over-but if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, then I beg that you do,” I said softly.

Twaaaaaaang!!! I heard an arrow whiz through the air-toward me. “Look out!” Adan shouted as he shoved me down.

The girl was proving to be quite a bother. She wasn’t giving in to her bitterness as he, the Dark One, had hoped. Instead she denounced it and tried to get past it.

His plan wasn’t working.

Japheth watched from a distance as Mara once again asked Aaliyah if she had communicated with Aaleyah. She had been trying to, but it hadn’t worked. She shook her head yet again. Mara’s face fell.

He wondered what was to happen. Would they never again see Aaleyah and Adan? Would they never again be free?

Shastara knew that when the time came, he wouldn’t be able to stop the Dark One’s soldiers from taking Aaliyah to the Dark One himself. He would try, and fail. There were too many of them; they were too strong.

He could see the defeat in everyone’s eyes; in Aaliyah’s, in Japheth and Mara’s, in Ren and his brothers’…no one had any hope left.

Shastara tried to comfort Aaliyah when he was near her. He knew how great her fear must be at this time-but it didn’t work. She remained as fearful as ever.

What would happen?

He didn’t know…and he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

I must have hit my head when Adan shoved me to the ground, because I awoke cradled in his arms.

“Aaleyah?” he was saying.

I struggled to find my tongue. At last I did. “What…what happened?” I asked confusedly, my head throbbing.

“I thought…” he started. Then he just hugged me to him and cried softly. I clung to him and sobbed.

At last our tears subsided. “So, who was that?” I asked as Adan gently looked at the gash on my head.

“I am sorry to say it-but he was one of the Kirian soldiers who wasn’t happy with your being here. He screamed ‘witch follower’ at me before I ran him through,” Adan said. I could hear the guilt in his voice.

“You did what you had to, Adan,” I said quietly. “That is terrible though. Does Zane know?”

“I forgot entirely about telling anyone! I was to worried about you,” Adan said. The stream was rather far away from the camp, and so it wasn’t strange at all that no else had heard. “I have to get you back though. Your head is bleeding.”

Suddenly I felt the throbbing grow much stronger(or rather, I had forgotten about it until now). “You’re right…it hurts,” I said.

“I’m sorry-but I had to push you down. That arrow would have killed you,” Adan said, worry, fear, sorrow, and relief plain in his voice.

“Don’t be-thank you for saving my life. And Adan, I really am sorry for the way I acted-it was wrong,” I said sadly. “If you can-forgive me.”

“Oh, Aaleyah,” Adan murmured, hugging me again. He said the phrase that he seemed to be saying so much to me (for which I loathed myself) these days, “There is nothing to forgive.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. Then I buried my face in his shirt, tears slowly trickling down my face.

“Hey now,” Adan said, lifting my face up with his hands (at last his arm was out of its sling). He gently wiped my tears away. “It’s over. I’m here-don’t cry any more.”

“But how can I not?” I said, starting to sob-again. “I’ve been so cruel to you!”

“Understandably so-” he began.

I cut him off. “No. It’s not understandable! All you’ve done is love me and help me, and I’ve treated you like a mosquito buzzing in my ear-one that needs to be squashed,” I said.

Adan chuckled. My tension eased a bit at the sound of his voice. “That’s an interesting description of me,” he said teasingly.

“It’s true,” I said sadly, but a smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

How crazy that we were actually laughing and smiling at a time like this…but both of us needed the relief.

“Forgive me?” I said again, sobering a bit.

“Of course I do,” he replied, doing the same. “I can’t very well not forgive you when my heart’s already yours anyway.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we embraced tightly as we sat on the ground.

Adan carried the beautiful love of his life (who would have been his wife by now, had not other circumstances occured) back to the camp, where he was met with shouts of surprise and shock at his blood-stained clothes, and the fact that he carried her in his arms.

He quickly bandaged her her head and then told her she had to stay awake (when someone bumped their head that hard they were supposed to sleep immediately after; especially because they were in danger of having a concussion). He asked Culbrin to stay with her and see that she did just that.

Then he went right to Zane (followed by all the men who wanted to know what had happened; why he had carried Aaleyah into the camp) and told him what had happened. He also asked him to make sure that none of his men were going to try to kill Aaleyah again. Then he went back to her and talked her ear off so that she wouldn’t sleep.

She was exhausted-he could see it in her eyes-but at least she was alive.

His heart was still whole, though for a moment before, when she had lain on the ground pale-faced and unmoving, it had nearly stopped beating.

Any person-man or woman-that ever tried to harm her again would rue the day they did so.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

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

um…

March 15, 2009

A car passes by

*bang* *bang* bang*

three seconds have passed

now my best-friend’s dead.

I call my hood

We go blitz

A perfect plan

for revenge.

Now I wait

here in my cell

wondering if revenge

is what I really wanted.

“Yo where’s my call?”

I ask the blue.

In return

silence.

“Yo Blue Gangsta

get me outta here man”

I told my friend.

“Sorry Charlie-girl… yo busted.”

okay I”M WACKED!!! LOL

Alilybit

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Shy Melodies (CHAPTER TWELVE!!)

March 15, 2009

Yayzerz chapter twelve! Woah, is this two chapters in a day, I think? That’s amazing! I don’t think I’ve ever done that! And if it was actually yesterday that I posted chapter eleven, then I’ve STILL never gotten two chapters out this quickly! I’m so proud of me!!!!! Well, anywho, I guess that I must put this chappy up before ya’all yell at me. So, without much further ado, I present to you… SHY MELODIES CHAPTER TWELVE!! Oy, making two entire languages is so hard!! I’m serious, it’s such a drag. I so should be doing my homework right now.

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The first thing I noticed about being there was not the scenery, not the foliage, not the sky, but that my pants weren’t soaked anymore. Alexis’s— Alexine’s skirt wasn’t wet anymore either. Our shoes and socks were dry as well. Huh. I didn’t even feel like I’d been near water until… hey. This place hardly looked different from the park at home. In fact, if anything, it looked the same with just better lighting.
“Alexis—”
“Alexine.”
“This place looks the same as in the human world,” I whispered, in case someone heard me. She had told me it would be a good idea to talk very quietly if I were speaking English.
“What, you think I didn’t know that? Of course. It’s the same landscape because it’s an alternate universe.”
“Oh. Well then where to now?”
I decided it would be a good time to start looking at my surroundings in more detail. How could I still be just under the bridge if my pants didn’t feel wet? I looked down. The water was a mixture of translucent pale colors and air. It looked like the hyper-cubes in Bejeweled 2, just a big thriving mass of them, no cube-ish form, and it ran the length of the pond and the stream. Small light orbs danced in the air around us. Were they fairies? Were they listening to us speaking in English? Could they tell we’d just come from the human world?
“If you’re wondering about the colorful orbs, that’s energy from the sun,” Alexine told me. It felt so weird to suddenly call her that.
“Energy from the sun? The sun’s waves work in radiation.”
“Yes, they do, and then they are free to work in the air, producing light.”
“No, they—”
“This is Tenabii, not Earth. The laws of physics work differently here.”
“Okay, if you say so.”
Apparently, I’d have to relearn science if I wanted to fit in here.
“Don’t worry. Now, let’s get going. Follow me.”
I had no choice. I followed Alexine out from under the bridge and on to the grass. The grass was greener here, and it didn’t have the look of a hundred years of trampling and having dogs peeing on it and picnics and everything else. All the benches looked as good as new, in that the wood was all perfect and finished. I was almost jealous of how we couldn’t have benches that pretty on Earth.
“Liamo,” Alexine caught my attention, “Spedda ee Tensa.” This meant, ‘Liam, speak in Tensian.’ I guess there were people around that I hadn’t noticed.
“Ahamm.”
“Hadd pevvele tegsemme adda,” Alexine explained, that there were two people up ahead, to me in Tensian, then almost silently added, “You probably can’t see them, since you haven’t eaten a rhododendron petal.”
“Huh?”
“Sodde bay say.” This meant, ‘the food of seeing.’
So if I eat a petal of a flower I can see fairies? This kept on getting weirder and weirder. Next thing, I’d probably be arrested for trespassing or something, because I still had human clothing on. But Alexine still did as well, so would she be arrested as well, if we were?
“Wearre,” Alexine suddenly said as something pulled her to the side at the same time as pulling me. What’s it mean? What’s it mean? What’s that word? Did she teach it to me?
I thought back four lessons to the one after school when Harriemme had left school early for a doctor’s check-up or something, and she’d taught me some warnings. What did wearre mean? It meant “BE CAREFUL.”
She was warning me that the two men had approached us and were now probably taking us somewhere.
These people knew we were from the human world.
“Liamo,” Alexis whispered to me from my right.
“Ahamm?”
“Forget about the Tensian for now. They already know we’re not fairies. However, they can’t understand English. There’s a rhododendron plant over there. If you can snag a petal, save it till they let go of us, then pop it into your mouth and eat it, you’ll be safe for the rest of your days in Tenabii— well, actually, we’re in Tenadii, right now.”
As we passed by the bush, I snatched a petal with my free hand and stashed it in my pocket.
It wasn’t long before the fairies let us sit down. We were in the middle of town… but it looked different from how I knew it in the human world. In the human world, it would be filled with shops and stuff, but here it was small cottages and the like and trees in more places. More like… more of a fairy environment, I guess. We approached a large building much like a small castle (oxymoron) and the people I could not see thrust Alexine and I onto a wooden bench.
“They’re gone,” Alexine murmured to me, “Eat the petal.”
I popped the rhododendron petal into my mouth, chewed, and swallowed. It had no taste, but I could feel its smooth, felt-like texture. It wasn’t the easiest thing to eat, but I didn’t complain.
Nothing looked any different. It just looked like the scene I’d looked at before. Peaceful and sort of like an older version of the town in present time. Then I saw something.
A door on a small cottage about ten feet away opened up and a stunningly beautiful man walked out. He was wearing plain clothing, but his face was perfect and he just seemed so pretty that he could not be a normal man. He wasn’t a normal man. He was a fairy.
“Do you see him?”
“Yeah,” I breathed, mesmerized.
“Oh, right, you’ve never seen a real fairy before. Forgot. Take your time. We’ve got a couple days before my father dies and my cousin takes over.”
I couldn’t move, so I didn’t respond.
“That means pick up the pace, cause we’ve only got a couple days and time goes quickly here. It also makes me wonder when those men will come back or if they just decided to get us out of the park. Maybe the park is restricted territory now or something.”
Finally, Alexine just decided to punch me in the head to get my attention.
“Wake up, Liamo! We’ve only got a couple days!!”
“Huh? Oh! Oh my, I’m so sorry, Alexine! I don’t know what just happened. I’m going to pay attention now. Right.”
The man that came out of his house noticed us when she yelled at me. He looked frightened. He ran back into his house and got someone. They both got out again and conversed in hushed voices, hoping we couldn’t hear them.
“Alexine,” I prodded her in the arm and pointed at the two people talking, “I think they heard you when you yelled at me.”
“Is that so?” she suddenly looked over at them. She heard every word, and as she listened, her eyes grew wide.
“What?”
“They know who I am and they’re going to tell Ryah.”
“What’s that mean?”
She grabbed me by the arms and spoke to me, her face just about five inches from mine, “It means we are wanted dead!”

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possessed

March 15, 2009

They took me away

far-away

to a place

where you are not your own.

A ring,

they forced upon

me,

A vow,

I didn’t

take,

A secret,

to hold

which,

I cannot

keep.

Hush- be still and listen

please- you must hear me out

They took me by force

they bound me by darkness

Now by it I live.

A ring,

they forced upon

me,

A vow,

I didn’t

take,

A secret,

to hold

which,

I cannot

keep.

Oh! Alas! How I wish

my fate could be changed

but hope no longer

lives for me.

A ring,

they forced upon

me,

A vow,

I didn’t

take,

A secret,

to hold

which,

I cannot

keep.

They are devils

of the worst ill-bred kind

Oh! Not much longer

Do I have in which to speak.

A ring,

they forced upon

me,

A vow,

I didn’t

take,

A secret,

to hold

which,

I cannot

keep.

This fair warning

I give to you-

I give to all!

Never sell your soul.

to a devil.

A ring,

they forced upon

me,

A vow,

I didn’t

take,

A secret,

to hold

which,

I cannot

keep.

k.. this is weird.. sry! i’m jsut depressed

with all the love that I possess,

Alilybit

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I Miss You

March 15, 2009

Monday through Friday
When you aren’t there
Don’t dare to think that
No one cares
Because you’re always on my mind.

Every time that
You are gone
My heart rate is
Running a marathon
Because I hope to see you soon.

Each time, each day
When I see you
We smile together
About something new
And it’s just so precious to me.

But when you’re gone
And not right here
My heart is enveloped
With a blackened fear
And I hope I will see you again.

Day by day by day
You’re not there
And I seem to be
The only one that cares
But it’s only because I love you.

Are you sick, love?
Are you not well?
This mystery is
Giving me h_ll
And I need to know how you’re doing.

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The Artist

March 15, 2009

Come now, I’m tired
Give it a rest
You can finish your art
When I’m not around.
No, I don’t want a portrait
Please, don’t keep painting
I don’t mean to be sour
But not now, please.
I mistook you for easier
My apologies, love
I’ve had enough of this
Could you stop for a minute?
Stop for thirty seconds
Put down the brush
Just sit down with me
Make it what you promised.
You said we could do this
So let’s do this now—
Without involving your art.
Love, won’t you stop
With all the pastels and inks?
Dear, won’t you quit
With all the strokes and marks?
I know that you’re an artist!
I know that it’s your job
It’s your life
It’s your dream.
I know that it’s your passion
I know that it’s your love
More than your last girl
More than me.
Or at least it wasn’t enough
Not enough for her
Cause it certainly isn’t enough
To hold me here.
Love, will you stop
With the canvases and papers?
Dear, will you quit
With the obsessive art?
How can you live like this
All centered over one thing?
I have had enough of it
I might have to quit, myself.
Look what you’ve done,
All caught up in your work.
You’ve driven off
Yet another girl.
Love, just stop it
With the excuses
Dear, just quit it
With the stories
Boy, just get it
That I don’t care
Oh, just take it
And go away.
I know it’s what you love
But we all can’t love
The same thing that
You do, dear one.
I know it’s all you know
But you have to learn soon
That there’s more to life
Than what your canvas portrays.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Faldren (The Flames; They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

Stew

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Dark One and His Black Magic (The Flames; They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

Just do something

Chapter Twenty-Five: Black(The Flames;They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

The Road to Death

Chapter Twenty-Four: Evil Itself (The Flames; They Whisper-r14)

Chapter Twenty-Three: A Dark Destination Reached (The Flames;They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

Till Death Do Us Part (by Jules) (NO it’s not about marriage!)

Great Grace-r14

Mr. Read

Chapter 22: Hope (The Flames; They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

AAAHH!

Goddess to the Nations-Part one- Chapter 4; Games

Goddess to the Nations-Part one-Chapter 3: Bohdana

Hmmm…

Goddess to the Nations-Part one-Chapter two; Andel

Chapter Twenty-One: Dark Motives (The Flames; They Whisper-AKF B2-r14)

Goddess to the Nations- Part one-Chapter one: Uncle Otakar

Chapter Twenty: Broken Hearts (The Flames; They Whisper- AKF B2-r14)

um…

Shy Melodies (CHAPTER TWELVE!!)

possessed

I Miss You

The Artist

Writings

Talk

Yak Yak