“Noel? Are you there?” The person on the screen said.
Noel watched the screen carefully, knowing that the man couldn’t hear or see her. She wasn’t to answer at all.
“Noel? Please, just answer me! Where are you?” The man wandered around, looking for the camera. He fell into a nearby pond. Noel was fighting not to answer the man’s call.
Noel’s captain came up and grabbed her shoulder as she was getting up to push the answer button. “Best not do that, or I’ll have to put you in his place.”
“But captain, he’s suffering! Can’t you see that?” Noel pointed at the screen. “You started hunting this guy weeks ago, and you’ve left him for dead once you found out that he was innocent!”
The captain said nothing.
Noel turned toward the screen again and saw that it had gone blank. But she could still hear the man’s voice.
“Noel, please just answer. I hear something coming. Please…” The voice trailed off when Noel heard a scream, followed by a chomping sound. She buried her face in her sleeve, trying to get the sound out of her head.
Her best friend, Amilliano, a grenloch, placed his hand on her shoulder. “Noel, he was trying to outrun the law. That’s illegal, and a sign that he did something really bad. Don’t worry, I think he was fated to die.”
“He was innocent of the crime we were convicting him for, though. He didn’t kill anyone!” She answered back.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Eternal Moment: Ending
I felt a sharp pain as the rope tightened around my hands. Was I going to be bound to this boy forever, wondering the earth as his prisoner?
The sudden tug told me it was time to keep moving. A tear trickled down my cheek.
* * *
We reached the edge of the country, the edge of nowhere. He turned to me and grabbed my hands, pulling me toward him. Using his other hand he pushed my face toward his and kissed me. My eyes stared at his, which were closed. I returned the kiss, resting my tied hands on his chest.
Was this really happening?
Why did I return the kiss?
His lips parted with mine. He untied my hands. “You’re free now.” He said to me as he walked away.
He hesitated for a moment. I thought about how he had protected me throughout our entire journey; this journey to my exile. I thought about the night before I tried to run, when he bought me clothes when mine were covered in my own blood. I thought about how he saved me from death. I thought about him.
I suddenly found myself walking towards him. I broke into a run, my arms outstretched. He turned around when he heard me call his name. I jumped on him, knocking him over on the dirt.
I kissed him. He returned it.
We lay there for what seemed like an endless amount of time in each other’s arms until he got up and pulled me up.
I looked at my wrists. They were red from the ropes. He took my hands in his and kissed my wrists.
We started walking toward our shared exile. At least we would be together.
The sudden tug told me it was time to keep moving. A tear trickled down my cheek.
* * *
We reached the edge of the country, the edge of nowhere. He turned to me and grabbed my hands, pulling me toward him. Using his other hand he pushed my face toward his and kissed me. My eyes stared at his, which were closed. I returned the kiss, resting my tied hands on his chest.
Was this really happening?
Why did I return the kiss?
His lips parted with mine. He untied my hands. “You’re free now.” He said to me as he walked away.
He hesitated for a moment. I thought about how he had protected me throughout our entire journey; this journey to my exile. I thought about the night before I tried to run, when he bought me clothes when mine were covered in my own blood. I thought about how he saved me from death. I thought about him.
I suddenly found myself walking towards him. I broke into a run, my arms outstretched. He turned around when he heard me call his name. I jumped on him, knocking him over on the dirt.
I kissed him. He returned it.
We lay there for what seemed like an endless amount of time in each other’s arms until he got up and pulled me up.
I looked at my wrists. They were red from the ropes. He took my hands in his and kissed my wrists.
We started walking toward our shared exile. At least we would be together.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Eternal Moment: Time
The next six months were anything but uneventful. Jeremy and I learned a lot about each other’s pasts.
I learned that Jeremy came from a family of very powerful stature. He was destined to succeed his father as the head of the family. His father runs a jewelry store. He has three sisters and a baby brother.
There was one thing I didn’t learn about him, though. It was the reason he had chosen to escort me out of the country.
One night, about five months into our trip, we were sitting around a small fire, eating our rice. He seemed very distant, as he was being very quiet. I looked at his face across the fire. There was no emotion.
“Jeremy?” I boldly said to him. He looked up at me with a look of distaste, as if I were a cockroach on the bottom of his shoe.
“What?”
I worked up the courage to ask a very important question. “Who were the three other people I killed?” My voice shook as I said the words.
He looked at me with a sudden look of pity. “You mean the three people who tried to restrain you? They were only commoners. Their names were Michael, Walt, and an old man who no one knew his name.”
I started crying. He sighed. “Look, it’s not like it was actually you in there.”
He scooted over to me and hugged me. His arms were warm, probably from the heat of the fire. My tears trickled down my face and dropped on his arms. He looked at my face and wiped the tears away with his hands and returned to holding me.
I must have cried for a few hours before I finally fell asleep in his arms. I awoke the next morning with a blanket over me and a bundle of clothes under my head.
For some reason, he never was aloud to untie my hands after my escape attempt. I guess it was for security reasons.
I was dead tired from walking. I was sick of being cold at night. How long had it been since I left?
Jeremy came over to tighten the rope on my hands, as they were very loose.
I learned that Jeremy came from a family of very powerful stature. He was destined to succeed his father as the head of the family. His father runs a jewelry store. He has three sisters and a baby brother.
There was one thing I didn’t learn about him, though. It was the reason he had chosen to escort me out of the country.
One night, about five months into our trip, we were sitting around a small fire, eating our rice. He seemed very distant, as he was being very quiet. I looked at his face across the fire. There was no emotion.
“Jeremy?” I boldly said to him. He looked up at me with a look of distaste, as if I were a cockroach on the bottom of his shoe.
“What?”
I worked up the courage to ask a very important question. “Who were the three other people I killed?” My voice shook as I said the words.
He looked at me with a sudden look of pity. “You mean the three people who tried to restrain you? They were only commoners. Their names were Michael, Walt, and an old man who no one knew his name.”
I started crying. He sighed. “Look, it’s not like it was actually you in there.”
He scooted over to me and hugged me. His arms were warm, probably from the heat of the fire. My tears trickled down my face and dropped on his arms. He looked at my face and wiped the tears away with his hands and returned to holding me.
I must have cried for a few hours before I finally fell asleep in his arms. I awoke the next morning with a blanket over me and a bundle of clothes under my head.
For some reason, he never was aloud to untie my hands after my escape attempt. I guess it was for security reasons.
I was dead tired from walking. I was sick of being cold at night. How long had it been since I left?
Jeremy came over to tighten the rope on my hands, as they were very loose.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Eternal Moment: Escape
We fell asleep a few hours later, or at least he did. I crept over to his pack and dug through it for some money. I found around a hundred milaires. I crept away from the camp. I then broke into a run, running as fast as I possibly could.
It was around ten minutes later when I was caught. He tied my hands together loosely with some rope he got from his pack. My long hair hanging loosely around me, it would get in the way of the rope.
He led me back to camp where I was tied to a leash attached to the base of that small bush. He went through his pack and frowned. I watched him as he came over to me and held out his hand. I gave him back his money.
He took it contently and went back to the other side of the fire. I saw him get something out of his pack, but I didn’t know what it was until he brought it over to me, along with a small blanket.
It was a small envelope with my name on it. I tore it open and examined the letter that was inside.
Serenity,
We the government of this country hereby sentence you to life in exile. This young boy who is accompanying you shall act as your escort.
You are being exiled for two reasons. The first is because you are guilty of high treason, for doing the bidding of Raenef under his control. The second reason is because you killed your family and three other people who tried to restrain you.
Your sentence was originally death, but we had decided to lighten your sentence because you are only seventeen, and because you had no idea what you were doing.
I couldn’t read anymore of the letter. I turned my head to the side and threw up all the food I had eaten that day. The sobbing started again, only this time there was no hugs.
“How far away is the border?” I asked Jeremy.
“About a half a year away.” He replied.
It was around ten minutes later when I was caught. He tied my hands together loosely with some rope he got from his pack. My long hair hanging loosely around me, it would get in the way of the rope.
He led me back to camp where I was tied to a leash attached to the base of that small bush. He went through his pack and frowned. I watched him as he came over to me and held out his hand. I gave him back his money.
He took it contently and went back to the other side of the fire. I saw him get something out of his pack, but I didn’t know what it was until he brought it over to me, along with a small blanket.
It was a small envelope with my name on it. I tore it open and examined the letter that was inside.
Serenity,
We the government of this country hereby sentence you to life in exile. This young boy who is accompanying you shall act as your escort.
You are being exiled for two reasons. The first is because you are guilty of high treason, for doing the bidding of Raenef under his control. The second reason is because you killed your family and three other people who tried to restrain you.
Your sentence was originally death, but we had decided to lighten your sentence because you are only seventeen, and because you had no idea what you were doing.
I couldn’t read anymore of the letter. I turned my head to the side and threw up all the food I had eaten that day. The sobbing started again, only this time there was no hugs.
“How far away is the border?” I asked Jeremy.
“About a half a year away.” He replied.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Eternal Moment: Attacker
The attacker slashed at my chest, tearing my shirt down the center, revealing my chest. I dropped to the ground out of stupidity and embarrassment, holding the shirt over my breasts. I didn’t realize that the attacker was hovering right over me.
The sword slashed at my arm. I clutched the now profusely bleeding wound on my right arm. My attacker raised his sword into the air, preparing for the final strike. The thoughts rushed through my head like rapid fire. Is this how I was fated to die?
Suddenly I heard a slash. The attacker grunted and fell toward me; I got out of the way. He lay there motionless, a large red stain forming on the back of his clothes.
I looked up at my savior. It was Jeremy. He stood there, his sword dripping with blood.
He took one look at my arm, then at my clothes, which were now stained with my blood. I looked away, at anything but his face. He removed his coat and placed it over my shoulder.
“C’mon, let’s get you some clothes.” He led me to the nearest town, where I found an outfit similar to mine. He bought it for me.
We went back to camp. There was a fire already made. I didn’t have my new outfit on yet, and the only place to change was behind a tiny bush a yard away from the fire.
He grabbed my arm and examined the wound. It had stopped bleeding. He sent me to get dressed.
I went behind the small bush and changed my skirt first. They were covered and wreaked of blood. As soon as I got the skirt on, he grabbing my torn shirt and tearing it away from my body surprised me. My first free hand went to cover my breasts. My other hand slapped him across the face.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” I Shrieked.
I then noticed that he was using the old shirt as a bandage for my wound. He tied it around my arm after tearing it into a long strip.
As soon as he left, I quickly changed into my new shirt. I then went over to the fire. It was very cold out that night.
I started thinking about my old life. What was it that I had done to be exiled? Why didn’t anyone tell me?
I didn’t know it, but I started crying. My gasping sobs filled the air, my tears streamed down my cheeks and dripped on my skirt.
I felt arms around me. I suddenly realized that my escort was hugging me, singing an almost silent lullaby.
Hush,
It’s okay to cry.
Just don’t cry in front of me.
Or I’ll start crying too.
Please stop crying.
Here’s a lullaby to stop your crying.
Here’s a lullaby to stop the tears.
Here’s a lullaby to stop your crying,
You need me to wipe away your tears.
The words echoed inside of me. His arms left me.
The sword slashed at my arm. I clutched the now profusely bleeding wound on my right arm. My attacker raised his sword into the air, preparing for the final strike. The thoughts rushed through my head like rapid fire. Is this how I was fated to die?
Suddenly I heard a slash. The attacker grunted and fell toward me; I got out of the way. He lay there motionless, a large red stain forming on the back of his clothes.
I looked up at my savior. It was Jeremy. He stood there, his sword dripping with blood.
He took one look at my arm, then at my clothes, which were now stained with my blood. I looked away, at anything but his face. He removed his coat and placed it over my shoulder.
“C’mon, let’s get you some clothes.” He led me to the nearest town, where I found an outfit similar to mine. He bought it for me.
We went back to camp. There was a fire already made. I didn’t have my new outfit on yet, and the only place to change was behind a tiny bush a yard away from the fire.
He grabbed my arm and examined the wound. It had stopped bleeding. He sent me to get dressed.
I went behind the small bush and changed my skirt first. They were covered and wreaked of blood. As soon as I got the skirt on, he grabbing my torn shirt and tearing it away from my body surprised me. My first free hand went to cover my breasts. My other hand slapped him across the face.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” I Shrieked.
I then noticed that he was using the old shirt as a bandage for my wound. He tied it around my arm after tearing it into a long strip.
As soon as he left, I quickly changed into my new shirt. I then went over to the fire. It was very cold out that night.
I started thinking about my old life. What was it that I had done to be exiled? Why didn’t anyone tell me?
I didn’t know it, but I started crying. My gasping sobs filled the air, my tears streamed down my cheeks and dripped on my skirt.
I felt arms around me. I suddenly realized that my escort was hugging me, singing an almost silent lullaby.
Hush,
It’s okay to cry.
Just don’t cry in front of me.
Or I’ll start crying too.
Please stop crying.
Here’s a lullaby to stop your crying.
Here’s a lullaby to stop the tears.
Here’s a lullaby to stop your crying,
You need me to wipe away your tears.
The words echoed inside of me. His arms left me.
Eternal Moment: Alone
It was a disappointment when Jeremy sold the horse. It meant that we had to walk, thus prolonging my trip to exile. I didn’t care, though. Why wasn’t I making a huge fuss? Why did I want to go?
We reached another town the next day. He told me that he was going to find some mats in a shop somewhere for us to sleep on. He left me at the outskirts of the town with a long rope attaching my hands to a tree.
I sat there for hours. All he had left me with was a canteen of water, which I drank before noon. The tree provided very little shade, and it was very hot out.
My throat became very dry. I breathed up some of the dust in the air and started coughing. The black outfit attracting heat wasn’t very much help either. I got sunburned.
It got to the pint where I was beginning to drift in and out of consciousness. My vision blurred. My long hair felt like it was the entire earth on my shoulders. I got dizzy.
The sun rose higher and higher in the sky as the hours passed.
It was just before dusk when a soldier passed by me. He recognized my black prisoner’s apparell and unsheathed his sword.
“You must have killed someone, to be tied and dressed like that. Well, the punishment is death for that, little girl!” He said.
I couldn’t cry out for help because my throat was so dry. He lunged at me with his sword.
We reached another town the next day. He told me that he was going to find some mats in a shop somewhere for us to sleep on. He left me at the outskirts of the town with a long rope attaching my hands to a tree.
I sat there for hours. All he had left me with was a canteen of water, which I drank before noon. The tree provided very little shade, and it was very hot out.
My throat became very dry. I breathed up some of the dust in the air and started coughing. The black outfit attracting heat wasn’t very much help either. I got sunburned.
It got to the pint where I was beginning to drift in and out of consciousness. My vision blurred. My long hair felt like it was the entire earth on my shoulders. I got dizzy.
The sun rose higher and higher in the sky as the hours passed.
It was just before dusk when a soldier passed by me. He recognized my black prisoner’s apparell and unsheathed his sword.
“You must have killed someone, to be tied and dressed like that. Well, the punishment is death for that, little girl!” He said.
I couldn’t cry out for help because my throat was so dry. He lunged at me with his sword.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Eternal Moment: Begining
Eternal Moment:
Beginning
I looked up at the council, who had just sentenced me to exile. I was beaten up, filthy, and I hadn’t eaten for three days.
The head chairmen said something I couldn’t hear and pointed at the door. I looked, and a boy about my age was standing there.
“He shall be your escort out of the country.” The chairmen said to me.
I was led out of the room by one of the guards. He grabbed my long hair, which went halfway down my legs, and pulled so hard that I fell over onto the ground. What had I done? Why wouldn’t anyone tell me?
I regained my stance and kept walking. I wasn’t surprised when rocks were thrown at me once I was outside. My bare feet were covered in dirt and small cuts.
I was taken back to my cell before I left. They let me take a shower, but one of the guards had to watch for security purposes, because there was a large window. He was kind enough to turn the other way while I bathed.
They also gave me some new clothes, as mine were torn all over. The outfit was too big, but I wasn’t aloud to complain. It was a black prisoners dress, and I had to tie it around my waist. It was very itchy, and was made from old, old cloth.
They gave me a small bowl of rice, which I ate in less than a minute.
It was finally time for me to go. The boy was waiting outside the prison for me. He had a horse that was carrying a very large pack.
There was a huge crowd at the city gates. They all threw rocks. None of them missed. The people standing at the top of the city walls pelted me with rotten tomatoes. The boy did nothing. He just kept walking.
We walked for hours before he even turned around. When he finally did, he surprised me by picking me up and putting me on the horse. He got up after me. My hands were tied. He reached his arms around me and grabbed the reins. We started riding.
It was long after nightfall before we stopped. I had fallen asleep, so he took me off the horse and set me on the ground. At least that’s what I can remember.
I was woken up a few hours later, at sunrise, when we continued on our journey. I slept on the horse until we stopped at a town.
He took the horse to a merchant and sold it. He took the pack on his back.
That night he built a fire. We sat there and warmed our hands while we ate our rice. He turned to me and held out his hand.
“My name’s Jeremy.” He said.
I shook his hand. “My name’s Serenity.”
I fell over a large rock in the ground as I was walking toward my mat. My knee was hurt and bleeding. He took out a piece of cloth and tossed it to me. I tied it around my knee.
I fell asleep to the sound of the fire crackling and very quiet music in my memory.
Beginning
I looked up at the council, who had just sentenced me to exile. I was beaten up, filthy, and I hadn’t eaten for three days.
The head chairmen said something I couldn’t hear and pointed at the door. I looked, and a boy about my age was standing there.
“He shall be your escort out of the country.” The chairmen said to me.
I was led out of the room by one of the guards. He grabbed my long hair, which went halfway down my legs, and pulled so hard that I fell over onto the ground. What had I done? Why wouldn’t anyone tell me?
I regained my stance and kept walking. I wasn’t surprised when rocks were thrown at me once I was outside. My bare feet were covered in dirt and small cuts.
I was taken back to my cell before I left. They let me take a shower, but one of the guards had to watch for security purposes, because there was a large window. He was kind enough to turn the other way while I bathed.
They also gave me some new clothes, as mine were torn all over. The outfit was too big, but I wasn’t aloud to complain. It was a black prisoners dress, and I had to tie it around my waist. It was very itchy, and was made from old, old cloth.
They gave me a small bowl of rice, which I ate in less than a minute.
It was finally time for me to go. The boy was waiting outside the prison for me. He had a horse that was carrying a very large pack.
There was a huge crowd at the city gates. They all threw rocks. None of them missed. The people standing at the top of the city walls pelted me with rotten tomatoes. The boy did nothing. He just kept walking.
We walked for hours before he even turned around. When he finally did, he surprised me by picking me up and putting me on the horse. He got up after me. My hands were tied. He reached his arms around me and grabbed the reins. We started riding.
It was long after nightfall before we stopped. I had fallen asleep, so he took me off the horse and set me on the ground. At least that’s what I can remember.
I was woken up a few hours later, at sunrise, when we continued on our journey. I slept on the horse until we stopped at a town.
He took the horse to a merchant and sold it. He took the pack on his back.
That night he built a fire. We sat there and warmed our hands while we ate our rice. He turned to me and held out his hand.
“My name’s Jeremy.” He said.
I shook his hand. “My name’s Serenity.”
I fell over a large rock in the ground as I was walking toward my mat. My knee was hurt and bleeding. He took out a piece of cloth and tossed it to me. I tied it around my knee.
I fell asleep to the sound of the fire crackling and very quiet music in my memory.
In My Father's Shadow: the story of Miroku and Sango's Daughter
I stood over my small fragile brother, Koki. He was asleep on his tiny futon, his hands clutched as if trying to grab a marble. A little bit of drool slid down his cheek, and I wiped it off with my sleeve. I sat down, wanting to watch him all night.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I could tell it was father, because I felt the beads. I turned to him and he smiled a little.
"Can't sleep, Kazue?" He said to me as he sat next to me and watched Koki shift in his sleep. I couldn't take my eyes off of my hand, which had the same beads wrapped around it.
"Dad?" I looked up at him, and he was watching Koki. "How come Koki doesn't have a wind tunnel?"
Father looked at me now, and you could tell by the look on his face that this was a serious subject. "Well, I honestly don't know. But be glad that he doesn't. This thing is a curse. It's lucky that the curse subsided with you."
I smiled, but I started to cry. "I hate this thing! It's going to swallow me up someday! How am I, a thirteen year old girl, possibly be happy with this thing in my hand?!" I cried some more. I didn't want to die.
Father hugged me, holding me so that my sobs were muffled by his shoulder.
"Keep in mind," He said. "That I've got it too. It will swallow me up one day, and I can never see you again."
Just then Mother walked in. I was still crying, so she took a bit of her sleeve and started to wipe my face. "it's okay, it's okay..." She kept saying to me. I fell asleep a little after that. I remember them carrying me to my room, and putting the blankets over me. I started to dream. But I never dreamed. I only had nightmares.
I was walking in the fields outside our house with Koki. He was holding my hand and picking flowers. suddenly, my right arm started to feel as if it was splitting in two. I fell on my knees and Koki went down with me. When I looked at my arm, I saw that half of it had disappeared into the wind tunnel. I started screaming as it engulfed my shoulder. My hand was still holding on to Koki. I let go so that he wouldn't be dragged in, too.
My body was fully engulfed in the wind tunnel. everything went dark...
I awoke in a cold sweat. It was morning.
I got dressed and sprinted to start my chores, as I had woken up and hour late. The chickens were restless, as if something was coming that scared them. I got the eggs and hurried back toward the house. When I got inside, I heard a loud BANG and ducked down on the floor without hesitation.
Suddenly, I heard the voices of at eight people. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KAZUE!!!!!"
I looked up. There was mom and dad, My uncle, my aunt, and my three cousins. I ran and hugged aunt Kagome. Inuyasha patted me on the back. I had completely forgotten that it was my birthday.
I was swarmed by everyone, even two year old Mitzuki. Kagome handed me a package with strange wrapping on it. I opened it and in it was a brand new kimono along with an outfit that I had never seen before.
"Put on that outfit and come with me," My aunt said to me. I went to my room. It took me a half hour to get dressed, including shoes and socks. I went back to the living room and Kagome grabbed my hand and lead me out of the house. She brought me to the boneater's well.
"Ready for the trip of your life?" Kagome asked me as we stood at the edge of the well. She took hold of my hand and jumped. I felt as if I were floating, and my entire body started to tingle. We landed in the bottom of the well. for some reason there was now a ladder that had never been there before. We climbed up the ladder and entered a small Gazebo.
I had never heard such sounds. I heard the strange mobile things passing by, and I heard the sound of what Kagome called a police car. I saw a house that stood where forest should have been.
Kagome turned to me. "Welcome to my world."
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I could tell it was father, because I felt the beads. I turned to him and he smiled a little.
"Can't sleep, Kazue?" He said to me as he sat next to me and watched Koki shift in his sleep. I couldn't take my eyes off of my hand, which had the same beads wrapped around it.
"Dad?" I looked up at him, and he was watching Koki. "How come Koki doesn't have a wind tunnel?"
Father looked at me now, and you could tell by the look on his face that this was a serious subject. "Well, I honestly don't know. But be glad that he doesn't. This thing is a curse. It's lucky that the curse subsided with you."
I smiled, but I started to cry. "I hate this thing! It's going to swallow me up someday! How am I, a thirteen year old girl, possibly be happy with this thing in my hand?!" I cried some more. I didn't want to die.
Father hugged me, holding me so that my sobs were muffled by his shoulder.
"Keep in mind," He said. "That I've got it too. It will swallow me up one day, and I can never see you again."
Just then Mother walked in. I was still crying, so she took a bit of her sleeve and started to wipe my face. "it's okay, it's okay..." She kept saying to me. I fell asleep a little after that. I remember them carrying me to my room, and putting the blankets over me. I started to dream. But I never dreamed. I only had nightmares.
I was walking in the fields outside our house with Koki. He was holding my hand and picking flowers. suddenly, my right arm started to feel as if it was splitting in two. I fell on my knees and Koki went down with me. When I looked at my arm, I saw that half of it had disappeared into the wind tunnel. I started screaming as it engulfed my shoulder. My hand was still holding on to Koki. I let go so that he wouldn't be dragged in, too.
My body was fully engulfed in the wind tunnel. everything went dark...
I awoke in a cold sweat. It was morning.
I got dressed and sprinted to start my chores, as I had woken up and hour late. The chickens were restless, as if something was coming that scared them. I got the eggs and hurried back toward the house. When I got inside, I heard a loud BANG and ducked down on the floor without hesitation.
Suddenly, I heard the voices of at eight people. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KAZUE!!!!!"
I looked up. There was mom and dad, My uncle, my aunt, and my three cousins. I ran and hugged aunt Kagome. Inuyasha patted me on the back. I had completely forgotten that it was my birthday.
I was swarmed by everyone, even two year old Mitzuki. Kagome handed me a package with strange wrapping on it. I opened it and in it was a brand new kimono along with an outfit that I had never seen before.
"Put on that outfit and come with me," My aunt said to me. I went to my room. It took me a half hour to get dressed, including shoes and socks. I went back to the living room and Kagome grabbed my hand and lead me out of the house. She brought me to the boneater's well.
"Ready for the trip of your life?" Kagome asked me as we stood at the edge of the well. She took hold of my hand and jumped. I felt as if I were floating, and my entire body started to tingle. We landed in the bottom of the well. for some reason there was now a ladder that had never been there before. We climbed up the ladder and entered a small Gazebo.
I had never heard such sounds. I heard the strange mobile things passing by, and I heard the sound of what Kagome called a police car. I saw a house that stood where forest should have been.
Kagome turned to me. "Welcome to my world."
Thursday, March 20, 2008
CHAPTER FOUR
"Kish? C'mon, Kish, it's time to get up. Wake up, Kish."
Kish sat up and blinked. Looking down as she got up, she noticed the large black bruise on her leg.
Damn. I was hoping it was just a dream. She touched it ever so gently. It hurt a lot. She stretched and went to the sink to wash her face.
Mirie placed her hand on her shoulder, making her flinch.
"Kish, we just got news from one of the guards. The doctor's coming for our check-ups today."
the doctor was one of the only people the prisoners could trust. He was always giving them any medicine they needed. He was very handsome, with pitch black hair and blue eyes. She didn't know why, but Mirie always acted very strange around him.
"When is he coming?" Kish asked, gulping down some water.
Mirie smiled for no apparent reason. "He'll be here in an hour and a half. You'd better get ready." She rushed off to brush her hair.
Kish sighed and rubbed her eyes. She looked around. Mirie was franticly searching for her hairbrush, and Gylfie was reading a book while something that looked like a brownie (kin of fairy) was sprinkling bits of dust in her hair.
Kish pointed at the brownie. "Gylfie, when did he get here?" She said with a puzzled look on her face.
Gylfie closed her book. "Oh, Nimn? He's been here this whole time, sleeping in my pocket. Nimn, go say hello to Kish." She nugded him off her shoulder and he scurried toward Kish.
He waved at her with hand outstretched. "Hello, Kish!" He yelled. "It's an honer to finally meet you!" For a brownie, he was very small. He only reached just passed her ankle.
She crouched down so that she could hear him without him having to yell. "Nimn, how old are you?"
He held up six fingers. "This many!"
"Hmmmm..." She was sitting on the floor now. "Where is your family?"
"They left me in the woods when I was real little," He said, still smiling. "I remember them saying I was too small."
"Nimn," Kish began after a pause. "Do you think that you can do my hair, to?" She ran her fingers through her hair. It was so greasy. It hadn't been washed in months.
Nimn beamed. "I'd love to! Sure!" He climbed up to her shoulder and started picking at her hair.
Five minutes later, she looked in the mirror. She stared at her hair, shocked at how wavy it was. It had always been weighed down by grease and dirt. The shine was almost overwhelming.
She turned around to thank him, however, he was already busy chanting the cleaning spell while picking at the hair of a smiling Mirie.
I wonder why she acts so strange around him when he comes, she thought.
There was a knock on the door. The doctor was early. Gylfie put Nimn out of site before he saw him.
"Good morning Kish. Good morning, Mirie." Mirie giggled. He saw Gylfie and said, "And who is this?"
"My name is Gylfie."
"Hmm. I see. Your age?"
"Twenty-one."
"Where are you from?"
Kish thought that if he kept asking questions like that, Gylfie would deck him in the face.
However, she was very calm. "I'm from the forest."
"Ah. I see. And your friend?" He said, pointing to Nimn, who was climbing out of Gylfie's pocket.
She blushed. "His name's Nimn. He's six years old. Abandoned when I took him in."
He didn't bother to ask any more questions. "Kish, come over here, I want to see that bruise on your leg.
The next hour was spent doing monthly checkups, bandaging injuries (most of it was spent putting a bandage around Kish's leg), and getting medicine.
"Okay, Kish, rub this salve on your leg every day and your bruise should be gone in a week. Remember to change the bandages."
Mirie was giggleing like a school girl, which Kish could tell was freaking him out.
"Well, I've got to go." He walked out the door. "I'll see you again soon." And with that, the door shut and locked.
Long after they couldn't hear his footsteps, Kish burst into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Mirie asked, annoyed by Kish's sudden outburst.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you act so wierd around him!" Kish Said between laughs. Mirie started laughing, too.
Kish sat up and blinked. Looking down as she got up, she noticed the large black bruise on her leg.
Damn. I was hoping it was just a dream. She touched it ever so gently. It hurt a lot. She stretched and went to the sink to wash her face.
Mirie placed her hand on her shoulder, making her flinch.
"Kish, we just got news from one of the guards. The doctor's coming for our check-ups today."
the doctor was one of the only people the prisoners could trust. He was always giving them any medicine they needed. He was very handsome, with pitch black hair and blue eyes. She didn't know why, but Mirie always acted very strange around him.
"When is he coming?" Kish asked, gulping down some water.
Mirie smiled for no apparent reason. "He'll be here in an hour and a half. You'd better get ready." She rushed off to brush her hair.
Kish sighed and rubbed her eyes. She looked around. Mirie was franticly searching for her hairbrush, and Gylfie was reading a book while something that looked like a brownie (kin of fairy) was sprinkling bits of dust in her hair.
Kish pointed at the brownie. "Gylfie, when did he get here?" She said with a puzzled look on her face.
Gylfie closed her book. "Oh, Nimn? He's been here this whole time, sleeping in my pocket. Nimn, go say hello to Kish." She nugded him off her shoulder and he scurried toward Kish.
He waved at her with hand outstretched. "Hello, Kish!" He yelled. "It's an honer to finally meet you!" For a brownie, he was very small. He only reached just passed her ankle.
She crouched down so that she could hear him without him having to yell. "Nimn, how old are you?"
He held up six fingers. "This many!"
"Hmmmm..." She was sitting on the floor now. "Where is your family?"
"They left me in the woods when I was real little," He said, still smiling. "I remember them saying I was too small."
"Nimn," Kish began after a pause. "Do you think that you can do my hair, to?" She ran her fingers through her hair. It was so greasy. It hadn't been washed in months.
Nimn beamed. "I'd love to! Sure!" He climbed up to her shoulder and started picking at her hair.
Five minutes later, she looked in the mirror. She stared at her hair, shocked at how wavy it was. It had always been weighed down by grease and dirt. The shine was almost overwhelming.
She turned around to thank him, however, he was already busy chanting the cleaning spell while picking at the hair of a smiling Mirie.
I wonder why she acts so strange around him when he comes, she thought.
There was a knock on the door. The doctor was early. Gylfie put Nimn out of site before he saw him.
"Good morning Kish. Good morning, Mirie." Mirie giggled. He saw Gylfie and said, "And who is this?"
"My name is Gylfie."
"Hmm. I see. Your age?"
"Twenty-one."
"Where are you from?"
Kish thought that if he kept asking questions like that, Gylfie would deck him in the face.
However, she was very calm. "I'm from the forest."
"Ah. I see. And your friend?" He said, pointing to Nimn, who was climbing out of Gylfie's pocket.
She blushed. "His name's Nimn. He's six years old. Abandoned when I took him in."
He didn't bother to ask any more questions. "Kish, come over here, I want to see that bruise on your leg.
The next hour was spent doing monthly checkups, bandaging injuries (most of it was spent putting a bandage around Kish's leg), and getting medicine.
"Okay, Kish, rub this salve on your leg every day and your bruise should be gone in a week. Remember to change the bandages."
Mirie was giggleing like a school girl, which Kish could tell was freaking him out.
"Well, I've got to go." He walked out the door. "I'll see you again soon." And with that, the door shut and locked.
Long after they couldn't hear his footsteps, Kish burst into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Mirie asked, annoyed by Kish's sudden outburst.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you act so wierd around him!" Kish Said between laughs. Mirie started laughing, too.
Monday, February 25, 2008
CHAPTER THREE
"Come again?" Mirie said. She had always wanted to be a fairy, to have wings and fly high up in the clouds. After all, it was one of the reasons that she was sentenced to life in prison. She could just imagine having wings, grooming them day after day.
Gylfie went over and put her cloak back on. Just in time, too. For at that moment, the three girls heard the footsteps of the guard bringing them their meals. The girls, all except Kish, went to the door to investigate.
It was Manten. He was struggling to hold two bowls in one hand while balancing his spear and a third bowl on the other. But something was different. He must have lost a bet on a night out with his friends, because he was now bald. The girls fought to hold back their laughs.
He arrived at their door and entered their cell. He looked at Kish and Mirie. "Have you been smuggling items into the dungeon? Your hair is brushed, and her wings are clean. I want answers now." He said.
Kish said something before Mirie did. "Here's your answer." She started in a rude tone. "We've been using our fingers to comb our hair, and I've been using my fingernails to chip off dirt from my wings. Is that a good enough answer for you?"
This infuriated Manten. He rushed over to Kish. Anyone could see that he was at least two feet taller than her.
Oh no, she's in trouble again, Mirie thought.
Suddenly, Manten grabbed Kish's hair and lifted her off of the ground until she was almost higher than he was. Her eyes were shut as tight as they could be, as if it could take away some of the pain.
"Now listen, you,” Mirie could smell whiskey on his breath. "If the king would just let me have my way, I would kill you right here." he let go and she hit the ground with a huge *thud*. He went to the door and turned back halfway through. "And by the way, thanks to your new friend, your rations have been cut down by half." He slammed the door and left.
Mirie rushed over to Kish and tried to help her get up, but Kish just slapped her hand away.
"I'm fine," She said, although she had a huge bruise on her leg. "You guys can have my rations for today." She winced as she got up. She slowly limped toward her bed and pulled the cover over her head.
The two girls sat in silence for the rest of the day, moving only to go to a different spot, or to use the toilet.
That night, the two girls were talking to each other as they were lying in their cots.
“Mirie,” Gylfie started. “Has Kish always been this way?”
“Actually, yes. You see… she tries to act all tough, but she’s actually really dependent on others. She actually gets sick a lot, sometimes to the point that she can’t get out of bed.” Mirie answered.
“Wow. Sorry. Anyway, let’s get some sleep.” She turned around and pulled the blanket over her.
“Gylfie?”
She turned back to Mirie, who was just settling down in her cot. “About being a fairy,” She said. “My answer is yes.”
^-^
Gylfie went over and put her cloak back on. Just in time, too. For at that moment, the three girls heard the footsteps of the guard bringing them their meals. The girls, all except Kish, went to the door to investigate.
It was Manten. He was struggling to hold two bowls in one hand while balancing his spear and a third bowl on the other. But something was different. He must have lost a bet on a night out with his friends, because he was now bald. The girls fought to hold back their laughs.
He arrived at their door and entered their cell. He looked at Kish and Mirie. "Have you been smuggling items into the dungeon? Your hair is brushed, and her wings are clean. I want answers now." He said.
Kish said something before Mirie did. "Here's your answer." She started in a rude tone. "We've been using our fingers to comb our hair, and I've been using my fingernails to chip off dirt from my wings. Is that a good enough answer for you?"
This infuriated Manten. He rushed over to Kish. Anyone could see that he was at least two feet taller than her.
Oh no, she's in trouble again, Mirie thought.
Suddenly, Manten grabbed Kish's hair and lifted her off of the ground until she was almost higher than he was. Her eyes were shut as tight as they could be, as if it could take away some of the pain.
"Now listen, you,” Mirie could smell whiskey on his breath. "If the king would just let me have my way, I would kill you right here." he let go and she hit the ground with a huge *thud*. He went to the door and turned back halfway through. "And by the way, thanks to your new friend, your rations have been cut down by half." He slammed the door and left.
Mirie rushed over to Kish and tried to help her get up, but Kish just slapped her hand away.
"I'm fine," She said, although she had a huge bruise on her leg. "You guys can have my rations for today." She winced as she got up. She slowly limped toward her bed and pulled the cover over her head.
The two girls sat in silence for the rest of the day, moving only to go to a different spot, or to use the toilet.
That night, the two girls were talking to each other as they were lying in their cots.
“Mirie,” Gylfie started. “Has Kish always been this way?”
“Actually, yes. You see… she tries to act all tough, but she’s actually really dependent on others. She actually gets sick a lot, sometimes to the point that she can’t get out of bed.” Mirie answered.
“Wow. Sorry. Anyway, let’s get some sleep.” She turned around and pulled the blanket over her.
“Gylfie?”
She turned back to Mirie, who was just settling down in her cot. “About being a fairy,” She said. “My answer is yes.”
^-^
Thursday, January 3, 2008
CHAPTER TWO
"What did you just say?" Both Kish and Mirie said to Gylfie, eyes wide open and Jaws dropped.
Kish felt both relieved and shocked. Relived because she knew that Gylfie would understand,and would likely help them in their plan to escape. Shocked because she had no idea why the Guards didn't kill Gylfie on the spot.
"you heard me," Gylfie said, annoyed by the girls' staring. "The guards didn't kill me because my cloak is hiding my wings." She untied the tie on the cloak and it fluttered to the ground, unveiling emerald green wings. She looked at hers, then at Kish's "It looks like you're not able to groom yours."
"Well of course I can't! These people refuse to give us even a hairbrush! We aren't able to bathe in days, even weeks at a time!" Kish said, startling Gylfie a little.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. Anyway, let me tell you why I'm here." She sighed, then took a deep breath. "You see, you're very important to us."
"What's so important about me?" Kish said with an annoyed tone.
"Well, for one thing, you're the only heir to the throne."
Kish's jaw fell to the floor. She staggered back, then fell over on her cott. She closed her eyes to keep from vomiting. "Did you just say 'Heir to the throne'?"
"Yes, you're the King's daughter." Gylfie said with another sigh.
Mirie stopped being silent. "you mean to say that this girl- this fifteen year old half fairy- is the heir to the kingdom of fairies?"
"YES!!!!" Gylfie said, annoyed from repeating herself over again. "She's the princess. And as long as she's a princess, she's going to need to be well groomed." Gylfie reached into her cloak, which had many pockets, and pulled out a vile of swirling blue liquid.
Both Kish and Mirie tilted their heads. "What's that?" they said in unision.
"It's a grooming product. you rub it on your wings and it'll get anything off." Gylfie rushed over to Kish and gently grabbed one of her wings, pouring some of the swirling liquid on her wings. "Mirie, there's two Brushes in my cloak. You two can work on your hair."
The Girls grabbed their brushes and got to work combing their hair. Gylfie listened to the sound of tangles being broken while vigorously rubbing the liquid over her wings. She watched as the dirt peeled away like paint to reveal a color combination like no other she had seen. Beautiful shades of gold and blue, green, and a silver that seemed to trickle down her wings like drops of water.
About an hour later, Gylfie stood back to admire the work. Their hair was pretty greasy, but other than that they looked okay. She turned her gaze to Kish's wings. She was very proud of the things that she had made beautiful.
Both Girls bowed their heads "Thank you." They said, smiling their ecstatic faces at Gylfie.
"You are ever so welcome," Gylfie said. "And I'm open to whatever plans of escape you have."
"Oh! Thanks for reminding me," Kish said, remembering her plan. "Do you think you could help me carry Mirie?"
"Carry? I have a much better idea." She went back to her cloak and pulled out another vile, only this time it was filled with a dust. It had a pitcure of a bird on it. "Mirie, how would you like to be a full-fledged fairy?"
^-^
Kish felt both relieved and shocked. Relived because she knew that Gylfie would understand,and would likely help them in their plan to escape. Shocked because she had no idea why the Guards didn't kill Gylfie on the spot.
"you heard me," Gylfie said, annoyed by the girls' staring. "The guards didn't kill me because my cloak is hiding my wings." She untied the tie on the cloak and it fluttered to the ground, unveiling emerald green wings. She looked at hers, then at Kish's "It looks like you're not able to groom yours."
"Well of course I can't! These people refuse to give us even a hairbrush! We aren't able to bathe in days, even weeks at a time!" Kish said, startling Gylfie a little.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. Anyway, let me tell you why I'm here." She sighed, then took a deep breath. "You see, you're very important to us."
"What's so important about me?" Kish said with an annoyed tone.
"Well, for one thing, you're the only heir to the throne."
Kish's jaw fell to the floor. She staggered back, then fell over on her cott. She closed her eyes to keep from vomiting. "Did you just say 'Heir to the throne'?"
"Yes, you're the King's daughter." Gylfie said with another sigh.
Mirie stopped being silent. "you mean to say that this girl- this fifteen year old half fairy- is the heir to the kingdom of fairies?"
"YES!!!!" Gylfie said, annoyed from repeating herself over again. "She's the princess. And as long as she's a princess, she's going to need to be well groomed." Gylfie reached into her cloak, which had many pockets, and pulled out a vile of swirling blue liquid.
Both Kish and Mirie tilted their heads. "What's that?" they said in unision.
"It's a grooming product. you rub it on your wings and it'll get anything off." Gylfie rushed over to Kish and gently grabbed one of her wings, pouring some of the swirling liquid on her wings. "Mirie, there's two Brushes in my cloak. You two can work on your hair."
The Girls grabbed their brushes and got to work combing their hair. Gylfie listened to the sound of tangles being broken while vigorously rubbing the liquid over her wings. She watched as the dirt peeled away like paint to reveal a color combination like no other she had seen. Beautiful shades of gold and blue, green, and a silver that seemed to trickle down her wings like drops of water.
About an hour later, Gylfie stood back to admire the work. Their hair was pretty greasy, but other than that they looked okay. She turned her gaze to Kish's wings. She was very proud of the things that she had made beautiful.
Both Girls bowed their heads "Thank you." They said, smiling their ecstatic faces at Gylfie.
"You are ever so welcome," Gylfie said. "And I'm open to whatever plans of escape you have."
"Oh! Thanks for reminding me," Kish said, remembering her plan. "Do you think you could help me carry Mirie?"
"Carry? I have a much better idea." She went back to her cloak and pulled out another vile, only this time it was filled with a dust. It had a pitcure of a bird on it. "Mirie, how would you like to be a full-fledged fairy?"
^-^
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Poster Paragraphs
These are some paragraphs for a project in school. Enjoy!!! ^-^
Cherokee weaponry is still a popular subject today. The Cherokee people would use axes, clubs, and even daggers. They would also put nails, metal spikes, or even animal teeth on the ends of their clubs. When a boy reaches the age of ten, he is taught how to make blowguns and shot darts. They were also taught how to make poison for the ends of their darts.
The Cherokee made many war treaties. In 1785, they made a peace treaty with the U.S. However, the treaty failed. The Cherokee went to war with the U.S until there was anther treaty made in 1791. The treaty enabled the U.S to take the Cherokee’s land. They used it to dig for gold, and to give their people a place to settle.
We know very little about what happened after Cherokee battles. What we do know is that after battles, a huge sacking took place. They took all of the villages gold, silver, furs, and skins, ect. A horse was a prized possession, and they enjoyed stealing them because it was reckless and took athletic skill. They would also take the scalps of the dead, and would later set the village on fire.
The most widely known Cherokee war is the war with the Anglo. It is also known as “War with those in the red coats”. It was the French verses Indian war that was caused by each party repeatedly suspecting the other of betrayal. The British sought assistance from the Cherokee after tensions increased in the 1750’s. They did agree to help, but the French had to build forts around their villages to protect them from whom they were fighting.
Many facts are floating around about Cherokee wars. The Cherokee had war chiefs and peace chiefs. They had a war with the Creeks in Tali’wa once. Before leaving for battle, the tribes would hold a ceremony for the warriors. During a few ceremonies, the Iroquois and the Chickasaw tribes attacked them. Usually, if their tribe had won the battle, there was a large feast waiting for them.
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Friday, November 9, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
CHAPTER ONE
For as long as she could remember, Kish was an outcast. She was always teased and hated by the Pixies. That was why she wanted to live with the Fairies so badly. Being half fairy and they would accept her.
But also being half Pixie, there was a chance they would not. Pixies have always hated Fairies, but the Fairies wanted to make peace with the Pixies.
Around fifteen years ago, peace was made between two individuals. A Pixie woman and a Fairy man eloped into the Fairy woods and lived there until Kish was born. But when her mother took her home, she was punished by death. But for some unknown reason, they didn’t kill her daughter. Her father was said to have disappeared days after the death of the love of his life.
^-^
One day in the dungeon, Kish had another idea of how to escape the place that was so cruel to them.
“ Right, Kish, like that would get us out of here. Remember what happened last time? That dart could have killed you! And besides, why try it anyway? You know they’re just going to kill us in a few months.” Mirie said sarcastically.
“ Because, Mirie, we’ve still got a few months to try. If we get out this time, I promise you that we’ll get to the forest in time.”
“It just doesn’t seem right.”
“C’mon, it’ll work.”
“LUNCH!!”
The girls looked up. Standing at the door was Manten, the chief guard, and the rudest person Kish had ever known. He set the two bowls of goop down, and the girls slowly crept toward the food and quickly snatched it away before he could change his mind and take it away.
As they were eating lunch, Kish was going over her plans of escape in her mind. She was going to use one of the oldest tricks ever; using her fire power to cut through the bars on the window, then flying above the clouds to the woods. When she would get there, she would be in the kingdom of the fairies where no pixie could get to her.
The last time she escaped, it took her three weeks to get to the forest. If Mirie would come, that would make it an even four weeks. She had everything planned out. She just had to get Mirie to come with her.
^-^
That night, Kish gently tried to nudge her friend awake.
“mmmm… what?” Mirie mumbled, still half asleep.
“Mirie, I’m going to leave in three days. Please, I’m begging you to come with me.”
“Ugh. If I go with you, will you promise not to pester me ever again?”
Kish was relieved. Her best friend was going with her to the only place that they would ever be safe.
She quickly charted out her plans for escape. She thought she had everything planned out, but then Mirie asked a question that would make this plan need more thinking.
“It’s a great plan, but in case you haven’t noticed, I can’t fly. How will I get there?”
Kish thought for a moment. Then she had an idea.
“I’ll carry you.” She said with a serious look on her face.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Okay, then it’s all set. We leave in three days,” Mirie said with a yawn.“We’ll need a lot of rest. Go to sleep now.”
“Fine, but tomorrow I have more ideas for our plan.” Kish said as she was pulling the blanket over herself.
“GOODNIGHT.” Mirie said, a little annoyed. She pulled the blanket over her head, and within minutes, Kish could hear the muffled snoring of her friend.
Before Kish fell asleep, though, she thought. She thought about how she had been locked in that dungeon for most of her life, and how she would be free soon.
Free. What a complicated word. For others, freedom didn't mean much. But for a person who had never even been to a store in their life, freedom meant so much more. It meant a warm place to stay, food that was actually worth eating, and being able to breathe clean, fresh air. Soon, she found herself drifting off to sleep.
^-^
The next morning, The two girls awoke to something quite alarming. The guards were shoving a girl into the cell. She was wearing a purple velvet cloak, and was muttering curses as they locked the door. She turned around to Kish and Mirie and flinched.
"Terribly sorry you had to hear that," She said while doing a curtsey with her cloak."My name's Gylfie. And you are?"
^-^
As the two girls stared at their new cellmate, all Kish could think was that she would have to reveal her plan to her and make a lot of changes in the next three days.
"And your names are?" The girl named Gylfie said in an almost annoying tone.
"Well, my name is Mirie and this is my half fairy friend, Kish." Mirie piped out.
Suddenly surprise overtook Gylfie's eyes. "Did you just say 'half fairy'?" She said, looking at Kish.
"Yeah, whats it to you?" Kish said, annoyed by the girl already.
"Oh, jeez," Gylfie said, looking at Kish as if kish was superior to her in every way. She intied the tie on her cloak and it flutterd to the floor thus unveiling two light green wings. "I'm a full fairy."
^-^
But also being half Pixie, there was a chance they would not. Pixies have always hated Fairies, but the Fairies wanted to make peace with the Pixies.
Around fifteen years ago, peace was made between two individuals. A Pixie woman and a Fairy man eloped into the Fairy woods and lived there until Kish was born. But when her mother took her home, she was punished by death. But for some unknown reason, they didn’t kill her daughter. Her father was said to have disappeared days after the death of the love of his life.
^-^
One day in the dungeon, Kish had another idea of how to escape the place that was so cruel to them.
“ Right, Kish, like that would get us out of here. Remember what happened last time? That dart could have killed you! And besides, why try it anyway? You know they’re just going to kill us in a few months.” Mirie said sarcastically.
“ Because, Mirie, we’ve still got a few months to try. If we get out this time, I promise you that we’ll get to the forest in time.”
“It just doesn’t seem right.”
“C’mon, it’ll work.”
“LUNCH!!”
The girls looked up. Standing at the door was Manten, the chief guard, and the rudest person Kish had ever known. He set the two bowls of goop down, and the girls slowly crept toward the food and quickly snatched it away before he could change his mind and take it away.
As they were eating lunch, Kish was going over her plans of escape in her mind. She was going to use one of the oldest tricks ever; using her fire power to cut through the bars on the window, then flying above the clouds to the woods. When she would get there, she would be in the kingdom of the fairies where no pixie could get to her.
The last time she escaped, it took her three weeks to get to the forest. If Mirie would come, that would make it an even four weeks. She had everything planned out. She just had to get Mirie to come with her.
^-^
That night, Kish gently tried to nudge her friend awake.
“mmmm… what?” Mirie mumbled, still half asleep.
“Mirie, I’m going to leave in three days. Please, I’m begging you to come with me.”
“Ugh. If I go with you, will you promise not to pester me ever again?”
Kish was relieved. Her best friend was going with her to the only place that they would ever be safe.
She quickly charted out her plans for escape. She thought she had everything planned out, but then Mirie asked a question that would make this plan need more thinking.
“It’s a great plan, but in case you haven’t noticed, I can’t fly. How will I get there?”
Kish thought for a moment. Then she had an idea.
“I’ll carry you.” She said with a serious look on her face.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Okay, then it’s all set. We leave in three days,” Mirie said with a yawn.“We’ll need a lot of rest. Go to sleep now.”
“Fine, but tomorrow I have more ideas for our plan.” Kish said as she was pulling the blanket over herself.
“GOODNIGHT.” Mirie said, a little annoyed. She pulled the blanket over her head, and within minutes, Kish could hear the muffled snoring of her friend.
Before Kish fell asleep, though, she thought. She thought about how she had been locked in that dungeon for most of her life, and how she would be free soon.
Free. What a complicated word. For others, freedom didn't mean much. But for a person who had never even been to a store in their life, freedom meant so much more. It meant a warm place to stay, food that was actually worth eating, and being able to breathe clean, fresh air. Soon, she found herself drifting off to sleep.
^-^
The next morning, The two girls awoke to something quite alarming. The guards were shoving a girl into the cell. She was wearing a purple velvet cloak, and was muttering curses as they locked the door. She turned around to Kish and Mirie and flinched.
"Terribly sorry you had to hear that," She said while doing a curtsey with her cloak."My name's Gylfie. And you are?"
^-^
As the two girls stared at their new cellmate, all Kish could think was that she would have to reveal her plan to her and make a lot of changes in the next three days.
"And your names are?" The girl named Gylfie said in an almost annoying tone.
"Well, my name is Mirie and this is my half fairy friend, Kish." Mirie piped out.
Suddenly surprise overtook Gylfie's eyes. "Did you just say 'half fairy'?" She said, looking at Kish.
"Yeah, whats it to you?" Kish said, annoyed by the girl already.
"Oh, jeez," Gylfie said, looking at Kish as if kish was superior to her in every way. She intied the tie on her cloak and it flutterd to the floor thus unveiling two light green wings. "I'm a full fairy."
^-^
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
PROLOGUE
As Kish was sprinting toward the woods, she quickly glanced behind her shoulder. The townfolk were gaining, and it didn't look as if they would spare her mercy.
She knew what she had to do. She removed her cloak and thrust it to the ground, thus unveiling her wings and pixie ears. Quickly as she could, she flew up into the air and threw fireballs at the vicious crowd. She hated to do it, but she had to.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her side. She looked. A dart was sticking out of her waist. Her body felt weak. Her vision blurred. She felt herself falling. She lost consiousnes when she hit the ground.
When she came to, she found herself back in the dungeon with her usual cellmate, Mirie.
"Welcome back, friend!" She blurted out.
Without hesitation, Kish pulled the paper thin blanket over her head and turned over. She then fell asleep, wondering if she would ever be able to leave the horrible place that was the Pixies' city.
^-^
She knew what she had to do. She removed her cloak and thrust it to the ground, thus unveiling her wings and pixie ears. Quickly as she could, she flew up into the air and threw fireballs at the vicious crowd. She hated to do it, but she had to.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her side. She looked. A dart was sticking out of her waist. Her body felt weak. Her vision blurred. She felt herself falling. She lost consiousnes when she hit the ground.
When she came to, she found herself back in the dungeon with her usual cellmate, Mirie.
"Welcome back, friend!" She blurted out.
Without hesitation, Kish pulled the paper thin blanket over her head and turned over. She then fell asleep, wondering if she would ever be able to leave the horrible place that was the Pixies' city.
^-^
Sunday, October 14, 2007
DARKNESS
You left me and shut off the light.
Now I am in darkness.
My face is stung by the cold feelings you left behind.
The loving things you have said to me you have taken with you.
Will you ever come back?
Saturday, October 13, 2007
EXTINCT
We are alone.
Our people are being killed.
Little by little,our species are perishing.
What are we?
We are the African wild dogs.
And soon, we will be extinct.
Civilization is tearing away at our home,
Forcing our prey to leave and go to different places.
We are the African wild dogs.
And soon, we will be extinct.
Our people are being killed.
Little by little,our species are perishing.
What are we?
We are the African wild dogs.
And soon, we will be extinct.
Civilization is tearing away at our home,
Forcing our prey to leave and go to different places.
We are the African wild dogs.
And soon, we will be extinct.
Friday, October 12, 2007
HOME
A girl walks down a dark hallway.
Looking for her place, not finding the way.
Where does she belong?
She sighs, wondering.
When will she get there?
She is overcome with fear.
Will she ever get there?
She collapses, crying.
Tears streaming down her cheeks,
A door opens.
She recognizes the voice.
"This is where you belong." The loving voice says.
She gets up and walks in.
A bright light, and feelings of warmth surround her.
She knows where she is.
She is home.
Looking for her place, not finding the way.
Where does she belong?
She sighs, wondering.
When will she get there?
She is overcome with fear.
Will she ever get there?
She collapses, crying.
Tears streaming down her cheeks,
A door opens.
She recognizes the voice.
"This is where you belong." The loving voice says.
She gets up and walks in.
A bright light, and feelings of warmth surround her.
She knows where she is.
She is home.
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