Okay, I'm going to rant for all of ten minutes. About what? I have absolutely no idea. I have a habit of putting each sentence on a different line. So I'm going to do that. And this post will be really long. And then I'm going to put this into paragraph form. And I will see exactly how long this would be if this didn't have each sentence on a different line. Sweet. Anyway... I'm bored. Greetings to all you friends from all the many places around the world. How are you today? I'm really bored. So I'm doing this. It is a form of entertainment that I enjoy. I guess. I like to write. I guess you already know that. It was my birthday a few weeks ago. I'm still in high school. I'm really bored. This is really stupid. Not the blog, what I'm doing with the blog right now. Just randomly doing this. I'm going to start the erasing stuff now. Where I actually put it in paragraph form. Okay. Wait no I'm not. Yet. I'm going to make this longer first. Anyway... I'm really bored. I have to go to class soon. Will start deleting now.
Got to go.
Bye.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
part #4 shya/ valin/ faug
So anyway, I'm going to just randomly rant about what I feel like ranting about.
But I don't know what I want to rant about. This is helpful. Anyway........
I guess I'll type up some more of the Shya/ Valin/ Faug story. Mind you, I'm almost completely winging it from here, because I don't think I have this part typed up. Wait, yes i do. It's on the USB port. The computer on which it's saved got a virus, but I was somehow able to save the two stories onto the USB before mom took it in.
So anyway, here it is:
“When did you live here?” Valin asked Shyasha.
“When I was younger,” Shyasha replied.
“Why did you leave?” he persisted.
“It’s a long story that we’ll have time for when some guts get pounded out of the current ruler.”
Shyasha went up to the wall and hollered, “OY!! YOU!!” up at the guard’s post on the top of the wall.
“I WILL NOT BE ADDRESSED AS ‘YOU!!’”
“WELL, AS YOU’RE OBVIOUSLY NOT THE SAME GUARD THAT WAS HERE WHEN I LEFT, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO CALL YOU!!”
“NOT THE SAME GUARD? I’VE BEEN HERE SINCE BEFORE THE SCARRED PRINCESS WAS BORN!! HOW LIKELY IS IT THAT YOU LEFT BEFORE SHE WAS BORN? THERE ARE ONLY FOUR PEOPLE STILL ALIVE WHO ARE AS OLD OR OLDER THAN HER!! NOW, WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
“WE WANT TO SEE THE KING OF THE THREE CITIES!!”
“BY WHAT AUTHORITY DO YOU WISH TO SEE HIM? DO YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT?”
“WE DON’T HAVE AN APPOINTMENT!! BUT YOU AREN’T THE SAME GUARD WHO WAS HERE WHEN I LEFT!!”
“I AM CEROB!! BY WHAT AUTHORITY DO YOU DEMAND ENTRANCE? AND WHO ARE YOU?”
“BY THE AUTHORITY OF PRINCESS SHYASHA RINKARI, THE SCARRED PRINCESS!!!”
"DID SHE SEND YOU?"
"I SEND MYSELF WHERE I CHOOSE!!! I'M THE PRINCESS!!!"
With that, for the first time in thousands of years, Shyasha lowered her hood. She had dark brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. It was long enough to disappear behind her cloak, but the males couldn't see where it went from there. She had chin-length bangs that were swept back by a fabric headband. Her skin was pale, and her round hazel eyes glared upwards at Cerob. The most startling thing about her was the scars. It looked like a bear had slashed the left half of her face, and then someone took a sword and cut a large X over her face.
“Princess?” Faug and Valin gasped in unison.
"Since when?" Faug demanded.
"Since I was born," Shyasha said. "Shut up."
"Good Lord," Cerob muttered. "It's the princess."
There was the sound of a person going down a long, wooden stairway. Then a trapdoor in the wall opened and Cerob's head poked out.
"You're back," he said.
"Yes, I am. Can we come in now?"
"Do you want to see-"
"Yes, I do. Can we, or is it now illegal to admit princesses who chose exile over long and painful death?"
"Fine. But it might hurt."
"I'm ready. We saw him and Dalar and a third on the road. I didn't die. Can we come in now?"
"All right, I guess."
"Thank you."
The door opened. Shyasha pulled her hood back up and the scars, the hair, and the riveting hazel eyes were hidden again as she led the way inside.
That's all for now. It's a chapter change, and I'm not sure what I want to do after that, so it's okay. So yeah.
By the way, for all of you who read this regularly, expect the background of the blog to change a LOT, due to my inability to keep with one thing for more than twenty minutes.
Okay that's all.
But I don't know what I want to rant about. This is helpful. Anyway........
I guess I'll type up some more of the Shya/ Valin/ Faug story. Mind you, I'm almost completely winging it from here, because I don't think I have this part typed up. Wait, yes i do. It's on the USB port. The computer on which it's saved got a virus, but I was somehow able to save the two stories onto the USB before mom took it in.
So anyway, here it is:
“When did you live here?” Valin asked Shyasha.
“When I was younger,” Shyasha replied.
“Why did you leave?” he persisted.
“It’s a long story that we’ll have time for when some guts get pounded out of the current ruler.”
Shyasha went up to the wall and hollered, “OY!! YOU!!” up at the guard’s post on the top of the wall.
“I WILL NOT BE ADDRESSED AS ‘YOU!!’”
“WELL, AS YOU’RE OBVIOUSLY NOT THE SAME GUARD THAT WAS HERE WHEN I LEFT, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO CALL YOU!!”
“NOT THE SAME GUARD? I’VE BEEN HERE SINCE BEFORE THE SCARRED PRINCESS WAS BORN!! HOW LIKELY IS IT THAT YOU LEFT BEFORE SHE WAS BORN? THERE ARE ONLY FOUR PEOPLE STILL ALIVE WHO ARE AS OLD OR OLDER THAN HER!! NOW, WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
“WE WANT TO SEE THE KING OF THE THREE CITIES!!”
“BY WHAT AUTHORITY DO YOU WISH TO SEE HIM? DO YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT?”
“WE DON’T HAVE AN APPOINTMENT!! BUT YOU AREN’T THE SAME GUARD WHO WAS HERE WHEN I LEFT!!”
“I AM CEROB!! BY WHAT AUTHORITY DO YOU DEMAND ENTRANCE? AND WHO ARE YOU?”
“BY THE AUTHORITY OF PRINCESS SHYASHA RINKARI, THE SCARRED PRINCESS!!!”
"DID SHE SEND YOU?"
"I SEND MYSELF WHERE I CHOOSE!!! I'M THE PRINCESS!!!"
With that, for the first time in thousands of years, Shyasha lowered her hood. She had dark brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. It was long enough to disappear behind her cloak, but the males couldn't see where it went from there. She had chin-length bangs that were swept back by a fabric headband. Her skin was pale, and her round hazel eyes glared upwards at Cerob. The most startling thing about her was the scars. It looked like a bear had slashed the left half of her face, and then someone took a sword and cut a large X over her face.
“Princess?” Faug and Valin gasped in unison.
"Since when?" Faug demanded.
"Since I was born," Shyasha said. "Shut up."
"Good Lord," Cerob muttered. "It's the princess."
There was the sound of a person going down a long, wooden stairway. Then a trapdoor in the wall opened and Cerob's head poked out.
"You're back," he said.
"Yes, I am. Can we come in now?"
"Do you want to see-"
"Yes, I do. Can we, or is it now illegal to admit princesses who chose exile over long and painful death?"
"Fine. But it might hurt."
"I'm ready. We saw him and Dalar and a third on the road. I didn't die. Can we come in now?"
"All right, I guess."
"Thank you."
The door opened. Shyasha pulled her hood back up and the scars, the hair, and the riveting hazel eyes were hidden again as she led the way inside.
That's all for now. It's a chapter change, and I'm not sure what I want to do after that, so it's okay. So yeah.
By the way, for all of you who read this regularly, expect the background of the blog to change a LOT, due to my inability to keep with one thing for more than twenty minutes.
Okay that's all.
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