I'm really bored. I have nothing else to do. Nothing to say, for once. Well, I'd like to say something, but I don't know what it should be. I'm really bored right now.
OOOOH! I know what I can say!!!
The poem I had to memorize for English was Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll, whose birth name was Charles Lutwige Dodgeson. He was born in Darbury, Cheshire, England on January 27, 1832, and died on January 14, 1898. He is best known for Alice in Wonderland and the sequel, Through the Looking Glass. This is a poem about a fearsome beast (the Jabberwock) and how a guy kills it. It is written in free verse with a rhyme scheme. There.
I have to say it before I recite Jabberwocky.
I guess I'll do that, too.
Twas brillig and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe, all mimsy were the borgoroves, and the mome raths outgrabe. beware the jabberwock, my son, the jaws that bite, the claws that catch, beware the jubjub bird and shun the fruminous bandersnatch. He took his vorpal sword in hand, long time, the manxome foe he sought, so rested he by the tumtum tree and sat a while in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgey wood and burbled as it came. One two one two and through and through the vorpal blade went snicker snack he left it dead and with his head he came gallumphing back. and hast thou slain the jabberwock? come to my arms my beamish boy o frabjous day calloh callay he chortled in his joy. twas brillig and the slithy toves, did gyre and bimgle in the wabe, all mimsy were the borgoroves and the mome raths outgrabe.
there.
from memory.
i only had to do 20 lines, and that was 28, but I don't care.
i'm doing the whole thing.
and i have to go to class to actually do it.
bye.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
post # 67
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.
Got to go.
Bye.
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.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Ungora/ Indigo # 3
Chapter 1-Indigo
"Indigo, time to get up."
"Five more minutes."
"I've already given you twenty. Time to get up."
"Whatever." I rolled over and almost fell asleep again when my mom tugged the blanket off me, exposing my body to the cool dawn air.
"Fine, I'm up, I'm up, I'm awake," I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, honestly, I was glad to be awake. My dream had been closer to be a nightmare, with a bunch of dead people and an evil robot type thing that looked exactly like me, but somehow different.
Now I was awake, I knew the basic routine-get my day clothes, wash in the river (here meaning diving in fully clothed and coming right back out and changing in a tree), come back home, get a bag, find edible stuff, bring it back, eat it, and then do whatever it is that my mom wanted me to do, usually involving hunting, fishing, weapon training, going out in the woods, or just something outdoors. I was a vegetarian, but my mom wasn't, so I had to hunt for her. The woods were my home, though, enough said. Mom said I wasn't born here, but I didn't care. I was at home in the forest. I knew every twist and turn of every path and back road and everywhere in between. I knew the right and wrong way to the castle, all the paths that the royals and nobles and everyone else took, all the good hiding places if you accidentally took a wrong turn and nearly ran into one of them, and everything that was basic instinct for a forest-dweller. Most of my community's survival depended on knowing the back roads.
You see, most of my community are outlaws, not because they killed someone or stole something, but because of who they are. They are witches that lived in the towns, elves, fairies, pixies, nymphs, sprites, and centaurs. But there are only two centaurs and three witches, one of them being my mom. The king, Ungora, banned all but warrior elves, hunter elves, and some female nymphs from the countries. And he didn't ban humans. Basically, if its structural anatomy was weird or it could do magic and wasn't working for the government, it was banished from the country. Most of them didn't want to leave, however. They new about the communities in the woods, or at least some of them did, and they went there. Originally there were only three wood communities, comprising mainly of wood elves, wood nymphs, and any sort of creature who belonged in the forest and didn't like civilized live. But when Ungora came into power, the banished creatures in the cities who knew about the forest communities went there and took friends. Since it's been fifteen years since Ungora took the throne, most people had reproduced, and the population exceeded the limits that three communities could hold, so new communities were formed all over the mountains.
"Indigo, time to get up."
"Five more minutes."
"I've already given you twenty. Time to get up."
"Whatever." I rolled over and almost fell asleep again when my mom tugged the blanket off me, exposing my body to the cool dawn air.
"Fine, I'm up, I'm up, I'm awake," I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, honestly, I was glad to be awake. My dream had been closer to be a nightmare, with a bunch of dead people and an evil robot type thing that looked exactly like me, but somehow different.
Now I was awake, I knew the basic routine-get my day clothes, wash in the river (here meaning diving in fully clothed and coming right back out and changing in a tree), come back home, get a bag, find edible stuff, bring it back, eat it, and then do whatever it is that my mom wanted me to do, usually involving hunting, fishing, weapon training, going out in the woods, or just something outdoors. I was a vegetarian, but my mom wasn't, so I had to hunt for her. The woods were my home, though, enough said. Mom said I wasn't born here, but I didn't care. I was at home in the forest. I knew every twist and turn of every path and back road and everywhere in between. I knew the right and wrong way to the castle, all the paths that the royals and nobles and everyone else took, all the good hiding places if you accidentally took a wrong turn and nearly ran into one of them, and everything that was basic instinct for a forest-dweller. Most of my community's survival depended on knowing the back roads.
You see, most of my community are outlaws, not because they killed someone or stole something, but because of who they are. They are witches that lived in the towns, elves, fairies, pixies, nymphs, sprites, and centaurs. But there are only two centaurs and three witches, one of them being my mom. The king, Ungora, banned all but warrior elves, hunter elves, and some female nymphs from the countries. And he didn't ban humans. Basically, if its structural anatomy was weird or it could do magic and wasn't working for the government, it was banished from the country. Most of them didn't want to leave, however. They new about the communities in the woods, or at least some of them did, and they went there. Originally there were only three wood communities, comprising mainly of wood elves, wood nymphs, and any sort of creature who belonged in the forest and didn't like civilized live. But when Ungora came into power, the banished creatures in the cities who knew about the forest communities went there and took friends. Since it's been fifteen years since Ungora took the throne, most people had reproduced, and the population exceeded the limits that three communities could hold, so new communities were formed all over the mountains.
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Okay, I know I found the awesome "compose" tab, but I'm only going to use it occasionally, because I'm so used to the "edit HTML" tab. So yeah. I'll only use the "compose" tab if I want to use a color that I don't know the HTML sequence for. And because I like typing in this font. And this works for me. Okay that was random.
Anyway....
I'm bored.
I'm listening to Little Women right now. The soundtrack. From the musical. It's awesome.
I'm bored.
Okay, I'm getting repetitive.
I'm going to type up some more of one of the stories, I guess.
Two seconds.
Anyway....
I'm bored.
I'm listening to Little Women right now. The soundtrack. From the musical. It's awesome.
I'm bored.
Okay, I'm getting repetitive.
I'm going to type up some more of one of the stories, I guess.
Two seconds.
Friday, April 24, 2009
OMG!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, so there's this really awesome feature on here that I had no idea existed until about five minutes ago. It's in the posting section, so you guys won't be able to see it, but I never saw the little tabs above the posting box that said "edit Html" and "compose." The entire time I've been posting, this means all 62 posts up till now, I was on "edit Html". And now I'm in "compose" and it's so much cooler. I can change the font and change the font color and everything. THIS IS SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!
hello!
ha ha ha ha ha ha.
sorry I'm spazzy.
MWAHAHAHAHA!!!
I have way too much fun sometimes.
lalasldkfj alwfk.
this just made my day.
Anyway..........
my youth group was going to go on this retreat thing this weekend. But we didn't. Because there would have only been two youth there. And the other person is rather antisocial. But I don't care. WHY couldn't we do the retreat with just me and the other guy and the leaders? It would have been fun. It doesn't matter that the leaders would have outnumbered the youth. I was seriously psyched for this, and now I'm stuck home on a Friday night with nothing to do. I was okay with it at first, but now.... tomorrow I get to go to my school's one acts. With my mom. I have nothing against my mom. Or my school's one acts. A lot of my friends are in the one acts. But I was seriously looking forward to this retreat. And now it's not happening. And I feel really depressed. And dad's got the TV, so I can't even watch a movie to watch the lion king and beauty and the beast and robin hood and all these other awesome Disney movies. But I would have had a lot of fun joking around with the leaders and the one other kid who was going to be on the retreat. It would have been more fun than sitting at home and feeling sorry for myself. The food would have been better than popcorn and boredom. One of the youth group leaders, who is still in seminary, graduated from college for restaurant business and worked in it for ages before going to seminary, so he's really good at cooking. Like at the lock-in, he made pizza dough and we put on stuff to our taste. It was really good. But for some reason, going with only two people under the age of 21 didn't seem to be in the agenda. so now here I am, feeling really lame. It's almost nine p.m. and my dad doesn't seem to be willing to give up the TV, even though he was going to give it up ten minutes ago. That's what we agreed.
I mean, I'm a tomboy, ish, but I really don't get what men see in sports.
I mean, I do tae kwon do, but that's different.
That's self-defense.
And it's cool.
And fun.
But really.
part #3 of Shya/Valin/Faug
Okay. Here it is:
This kept them on the move and proved good for several reasons: the Wylds couldn't find their camp, they could cook food, albeit with only certain types of wood that made small flames but also little smoke so they would lower the risk of being seen, and it kept Faug's mouth occupied doing something other than complaining about the pace, distance, time of day, or other thing that might cause him to start bugging Shyasha out of her mind. When these times came, Valin often came to Shyasha's aid by saying something to get him to shut up. Shyasha was grateful for this-the two boys got to sleep all night while she was keeping a watch from dusk till dawn, making sure that the Wylds, who usually traveled at night, didn't come on them. She didn't need to sleep, technically, but she forced herself to keep Faug and Valin moving in order to get them to Norasona quickly. Since they had seen Dalar on the road, he would probably expect them to be at the city before him, for some reason unknown to her. Maybe it was just the fact that they hadn't seen each other at the Lazy Dog.
The three arrived in Norasona at dusk on the fourth day of travel. Faug, for some reason, still didn't entirely believe that Shyasha wasn't blind, because he was so impressed with her blind instinct when they first met officially.
"But what if she DID go blind, though, at one point?" Faug wondered to Valin when he was rather sure that Shyasha couldn't hear. They were on the very outskirts of the city, just beyond the crumbling stone wall.
"I did, at one point, a long time ago, before you were born," Shyasha hollered over her shoulder. Faug had forgotten about the fact that she still had amazing hearing. "HURRY UP!!!"
"How did you know how old I am?" Faug asked, running up to her.
"Dalar told me, remember? You're nine."
"Well, how old are you?" Faug demanded.
"You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"Fine. I am four thousand seven hundred and thirteen years old. So there."
"How do you tell time, anyway, without being able to see anything?" Faug wondered.
"I can see," Shyasha said exasperatedly. "I TOLD you. But when I was blind, I told time by the temperature of the air, mostly. And just by intuition, like my body knew around what time I went to sleep and what time I woke up and when it got dark and stuff."
"When did you tell us?"
"The night before we left."
"Huh?"
"At the Lazy Dog. Don't you remember ANYTHING?"
"Well, when were you blind?"
"A long time ago. It was really annoying because, for that type of blindness, I could only see when I was around my true love. Dalar told me."
Faug and Valin snorted.
"Look, I didn't make it up, okay? I don't do a lot of magic, and I don't do prophecies. That's Dalar, and he's not here right now, so you can't ask him why love is supposed to cure all curses."
"So it was a curse?" Faug asked.
"I didn't say that."
"Yes you did."
"When?"
"Just now."
"I SAID that Dalar isn't around to be asked about curses, I didn't say-"
"But you said that you could only see when-"
"Yes, but that-"
"AND you said 'for that type of blindness-'"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean that it-"
"And normal blindness doesn't work like that!"
"I KNOW that, but that-"
"SO," Faug yelled over her. "You must have had a curse."
"Whatever. Either way I couldn't see for three years." She said that as they walked through the decaying wood door of the city.
Shyasha stopped suddenly. Faug nearly walked into her, causing Valin to nearly walk into Faug.
"Something is wrong here," Shyasha said slowly, moving forward slowly, staring around. Almost subconsciously she took her bow from around her shoulders and put an arrow on the string. This wasn't just a display of the Amazing Senses of Shyasha Rinkari and The Quickness at Which They React to Things. Faug and Valin could sense it, too. As they walked through the streets in a small clump, they saw nobody else on the streets and there were no lights in the windows, even though the sky was steadily darkening. Most of the stone buildings were still firmly intact, but there wasn't any life in the city, no sort of buzz that meant that even though you couldn't see the inhabitants, they were there. A breeze made a wooden sign creak on its hinges and blew around the edges of Shyasha's hood. Then silence. There was no other sound except for the soft footfalls and slight breathing of the three travelers.
"This isn't right," Shyasha said, and for the first time, there was something that wasn't sarcasm or certainty in her voice.
"Where is everyone?" Valin asked. "It's like they just all left or something."
"Or maybe they died," Faug whispered.
"I don't think they died," Shyasha said. Then she muttered to herself, "I'm gonna kill him."
"Gonna kill who?" Faug asked. Shyasha had to admit, although he never seemed to get his head around some stuff, he definitely picked up on a lot.
"Nobody," Shyasha said shortly.
"Come on," Faug pestered. "Who's gonna die?"
"The stupid dude who calls himself leader of the Three Cities."
"What are the Three Cities?"
"Norasona, Lira, and Nojura. Biggest concentrated populations of people. Whoever is king or queen has domain over the Three Cities and the general area in between."
"Why are you going to kill him?" Valin asked.
"I might not have to, but if he doesn't give me a straight answer he won't have much more time."
"Do you know him?" Faug asked.
"Yes."
"How?" he wondered.
"Not now, Faug," Shyasha said.
She led them quietly through the streets, taking the alleyways and back roads whenever possible.
"Shyasha," Valin asked tentatively. "Where exactly are we going?"
"To my old house," Shyasha said.
"You used to live here?"
"Once upon a time."
"I thought we were going to see the ruler guy," Faug said. "Why are we going to your old house?"
Then they rounded a corner and the two guys stared.
"Is that your old house?" Faug asked.
"Yeah," Shyasha said.
"House" didn't exactly cover it. "Mansion" might have been a better term, but still not exact. The best term would either be "palace" or "castle".
This kept them on the move and proved good for several reasons: the Wylds couldn't find their camp, they could cook food, albeit with only certain types of wood that made small flames but also little smoke so they would lower the risk of being seen, and it kept Faug's mouth occupied doing something other than complaining about the pace, distance, time of day, or other thing that might cause him to start bugging Shyasha out of her mind. When these times came, Valin often came to Shyasha's aid by saying something to get him to shut up. Shyasha was grateful for this-the two boys got to sleep all night while she was keeping a watch from dusk till dawn, making sure that the Wylds, who usually traveled at night, didn't come on them. She didn't need to sleep, technically, but she forced herself to keep Faug and Valin moving in order to get them to Norasona quickly. Since they had seen Dalar on the road, he would probably expect them to be at the city before him, for some reason unknown to her. Maybe it was just the fact that they hadn't seen each other at the Lazy Dog.
The three arrived in Norasona at dusk on the fourth day of travel. Faug, for some reason, still didn't entirely believe that Shyasha wasn't blind, because he was so impressed with her blind instinct when they first met officially.
"But what if she DID go blind, though, at one point?" Faug wondered to Valin when he was rather sure that Shyasha couldn't hear. They were on the very outskirts of the city, just beyond the crumbling stone wall.
"I did, at one point, a long time ago, before you were born," Shyasha hollered over her shoulder. Faug had forgotten about the fact that she still had amazing hearing. "HURRY UP!!!"
"How did you know how old I am?" Faug asked, running up to her.
"Dalar told me, remember? You're nine."
"Well, how old are you?" Faug demanded.
"You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"Fine. I am four thousand seven hundred and thirteen years old. So there."
"How do you tell time, anyway, without being able to see anything?" Faug wondered.
"I can see," Shyasha said exasperatedly. "I TOLD you. But when I was blind, I told time by the temperature of the air, mostly. And just by intuition, like my body knew around what time I went to sleep and what time I woke up and when it got dark and stuff."
"When did you tell us?"
"The night before we left."
"Huh?"
"At the Lazy Dog. Don't you remember ANYTHING?"
"Well, when were you blind?"
"A long time ago. It was really annoying because, for that type of blindness, I could only see when I was around my true love. Dalar told me."
Faug and Valin snorted.
"Look, I didn't make it up, okay? I don't do a lot of magic, and I don't do prophecies. That's Dalar, and he's not here right now, so you can't ask him why love is supposed to cure all curses."
"So it was a curse?" Faug asked.
"I didn't say that."
"Yes you did."
"When?"
"Just now."
"I SAID that Dalar isn't around to be asked about curses, I didn't say-"
"But you said that you could only see when-"
"Yes, but that-"
"AND you said 'for that type of blindness-'"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean that it-"
"And normal blindness doesn't work like that!"
"I KNOW that, but that-"
"SO," Faug yelled over her. "You must have had a curse."
"Whatever. Either way I couldn't see for three years." She said that as they walked through the decaying wood door of the city.
Shyasha stopped suddenly. Faug nearly walked into her, causing Valin to nearly walk into Faug.
"Something is wrong here," Shyasha said slowly, moving forward slowly, staring around. Almost subconsciously she took her bow from around her shoulders and put an arrow on the string. This wasn't just a display of the Amazing Senses of Shyasha Rinkari and The Quickness at Which They React to Things. Faug and Valin could sense it, too. As they walked through the streets in a small clump, they saw nobody else on the streets and there were no lights in the windows, even though the sky was steadily darkening. Most of the stone buildings were still firmly intact, but there wasn't any life in the city, no sort of buzz that meant that even though you couldn't see the inhabitants, they were there. A breeze made a wooden sign creak on its hinges and blew around the edges of Shyasha's hood. Then silence. There was no other sound except for the soft footfalls and slight breathing of the three travelers.
"This isn't right," Shyasha said, and for the first time, there was something that wasn't sarcasm or certainty in her voice.
"Where is everyone?" Valin asked. "It's like they just all left or something."
"Or maybe they died," Faug whispered.
"I don't think they died," Shyasha said. Then she muttered to herself, "I'm gonna kill him."
"Gonna kill who?" Faug asked. Shyasha had to admit, although he never seemed to get his head around some stuff, he definitely picked up on a lot.
"Nobody," Shyasha said shortly.
"Come on," Faug pestered. "Who's gonna die?"
"The stupid dude who calls himself leader of the Three Cities."
"What are the Three Cities?"
"Norasona, Lira, and Nojura. Biggest concentrated populations of people. Whoever is king or queen has domain over the Three Cities and the general area in between."
"Why are you going to kill him?" Valin asked.
"I might not have to, but if he doesn't give me a straight answer he won't have much more time."
"Do you know him?" Faug asked.
"Yes."
"How?" he wondered.
"Not now, Faug," Shyasha said.
She led them quietly through the streets, taking the alleyways and back roads whenever possible.
"Shyasha," Valin asked tentatively. "Where exactly are we going?"
"To my old house," Shyasha said.
"You used to live here?"
"Once upon a time."
"I thought we were going to see the ruler guy," Faug said. "Why are we going to your old house?"
Then they rounded a corner and the two guys stared.
"Is that your old house?" Faug asked.
"Yeah," Shyasha said.
"House" didn't exactly cover it. "Mansion" might have been a better term, but still not exact. The best term would either be "palace" or "castle".
Thursday, April 23, 2009
about the stories...
Okay, for all you fans of my writing, few in numbers though you are, I have discovered something that you've probably discovered long before now. AND THAT IS:
When I post a new part of a story, it will appear, as you are scrolling down, to be above the older part of the story. What I mean is, say you were reading the second part of the Shya/ Valin/ Faug story, and then you were scrolling down, la la la, reading about how Valin was threatening Faug about how he would tattle, blah blah blah, then OMG!!! the segment ends. Tear, tear. not really. Anyway, the next post below that is part the first of the Shya/ Valin/ Faug story, in which Valin and Faug determine who the heck Shyasha Rinkari is and what the heck they are supposed to be doing with this weird elf dude thing that you can never see properly until the fourth post (which has yet to be typed up, and, for that matter, dreamed up).
So just wondering...
does that bother anyone else, or is it just me?
Because if it does, you're just gonna have to scroll to post number whatever it is and click on the title for part the first of Shya and Valin and Faug and then read it and then scroll down to the very bottom (TAKE THE POLL) and then click "newer post" which, I belive, will link you to part the second of THE STORY.
For the Ungora/ Indigo one, you will have to go to Post Numero 53 first and then click "newer post" several more times before you get Parte Numero 2.
Okay that's all.
When I post a new part of a story, it will appear, as you are scrolling down, to be above the older part of the story. What I mean is, say you were reading the second part of the Shya/ Valin/ Faug story, and then you were scrolling down, la la la, reading about how Valin was threatening Faug about how he would tattle, blah blah blah, then OMG!!! the segment ends. Tear, tear. not really. Anyway, the next post below that is part the first of the Shya/ Valin/ Faug story, in which Valin and Faug determine who the heck Shyasha Rinkari is and what the heck they are supposed to be doing with this weird elf dude thing that you can never see properly until the fourth post (which has yet to be typed up, and, for that matter, dreamed up).
So just wondering...
does that bother anyone else, or is it just me?
Because if it does, you're just gonna have to scroll to post number whatever it is and click on the title for part the first of Shya and Valin and Faug and then read it and then scroll down to the very bottom (TAKE THE POLL) and then click "newer post" which, I belive, will link you to part the second of THE STORY.
For the Ungora/ Indigo one, you will have to go to Post Numero 53 first and then click "newer post" several more times before you get Parte Numero 2.
Okay that's all.
Ungora/indigo pt. 2 (pt 1 in Post # 53)
"What should we do?" Cancala wondered.
"Revise the plan," Ungora replied. "Keep the hunter. But the weird one gets what we originally planned. Tell the press anything when they show up."
"Very good, sir." He didn't know anything about why the weird one was a threat, Ungora thought. Ungora was wrong.
Cancala moved away and half an hour later was outside, carrying the child that the medic had indicated. He didn't see why he had to kill her, really. He knew she was a threat to Ungora's power, but really, to KILL a baby? Cancala knew the rumors of her fate, but you couldn't kill a baby. It was morally wrong. And stupid. And idiotic.
And just plain mean.
But if he didn't kill her, what would he do with her?
And then it hit him. WHY didn't it occur to him sooner?
Cancala had grown up among the forest dwellers, a group of people who weren't exactly outlaws, but they weren't really citizens of any officially recognized country, either. They lived in no-man's land, which would be the perfect place to take her. She wouldn't be legally allowed to be killed, because Ungora would be after her if she was alive, and would legalize something ridiculous about killing female babies or something, so she would be safe from harm, because she didn't live in Bayast, technically, so he would be breaking the universal code of ethics to be killing citizens of other groups outside a situation of organized war. But since she wasn't living in Bayast, Ungora wouldn't know that she existed, so he might not legalize it for her sake at all.
But then there was the question of who would take care of her. Both Cancala's parents were dead, but his little sister Layla might be willing. She was a cross between a wood elf and a witch and had always wanted children but had never found a mate. That's where the girl would stay.
Cancala entered the woods and followed the path for a time, the birds giving out their dawn calls and providing Cancala with an unnecessary cover of sound. Cancala had been a child of the forest; silence was his best friend in times like these. Since he was a Hunter, that went double-Hunters were trackers, they knew the fatality of being seen or heard. Now it was only a matter of finding the right place to cut off the path and take the concealed path to the camp. Here it was.
Presently, Cancala arrived, the baby still in his arms. He quickly searched the trees for Layla's house. He knew that she had decided to live on the outskirts of the community, since she was a bit of a loner at times.
However, it was Layla who saw her sibling first, having woken up at the crack of dawn, as she always did.
"Cancala!" She stage-whispered from her window, not wanting to wake up the other people in the community-Layla was normally the first one up. "CANCALA!"
When he still didn't turn, Layla hurried down the ladder and darted quietly to his side. "Cancala, what are you doing here?" Her voice was still quiet.
"Layla, do you still think you're up for kids?"
"What? Why? Who is THAT?"
"It's a long story, and I haven't got time to explain it fully. This is the princess-"
"The PRINCESS? Since when has the queen even been pregnant?"
"Since nine months ago. Yes, this is the princess. She was born a couple of hours ago. There's a decoy in the palace that Ungora's taken under his wing-he thinks they're twins, but they're not-the decoy's a mage's daughter that the mage wanted to give up. The decoy is a hunter and warrior but the princess is everything on two legs rolled together into one thing."
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, I know, it's weird, but I haven't got time. Ungora killed the-"
"Who is Ungora?"
"My boss. Her uncle. King Theran's brother. Theran was killed by Ungora along with Ranga. Ungora thinks I'm off killing this child but she's special so I took her here. Will you take care of her?"
"Okay. What's her name?"
"Um...."
"She hasn't got a NAME?"
"Less identity for Ungora to deal with. And there wasn't much time for them to decide on one, anyway."
"Okay, so this is the PRINCESS you want me to take care of here?"
"Yes. She was born at about one in the morning. Now I have to go. I'm due back soon. So you're okay with all this?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Layla took the child out of her brother's massive arms and looked at her. She had a silver chain around her neck with a star-shaped charm on it, but Layla didn't know why. Ungora didn't even know that one child had a star necklace and one didn't, and neither of them knew the significance of the necklace. Cancala knew, but there was no time to explain to Layla, and he was already fabricating something to say to Ungora when he got back.
"Thank you," Cancala said, giving Layla a one-armed hug and turning to leave.
"Cancala!"
"What?"
"Does she....eat like normal babies?"
"I have no idea. I'm sorry. I have to go."
"Okay. Just wondering. Bye, then."
"I'll be back soon to explain. I'm sorry!"
"GO!"
Cancala nodded, turned, and soon disappeared into the trees.
Although Layla had only the vaguest idea hat this child's potential was, she knew enough to guess that she would not be anything close to a normal child.
That's all i'm going to post of the story for now. :) :) :)
"Revise the plan," Ungora replied. "Keep the hunter. But the weird one gets what we originally planned. Tell the press anything when they show up."
"Very good, sir." He didn't know anything about why the weird one was a threat, Ungora thought. Ungora was wrong.
Cancala moved away and half an hour later was outside, carrying the child that the medic had indicated. He didn't see why he had to kill her, really. He knew she was a threat to Ungora's power, but really, to KILL a baby? Cancala knew the rumors of her fate, but you couldn't kill a baby. It was morally wrong. And stupid. And idiotic.
And just plain mean.
But if he didn't kill her, what would he do with her?
And then it hit him. WHY didn't it occur to him sooner?
Cancala had grown up among the forest dwellers, a group of people who weren't exactly outlaws, but they weren't really citizens of any officially recognized country, either. They lived in no-man's land, which would be the perfect place to take her. She wouldn't be legally allowed to be killed, because Ungora would be after her if she was alive, and would legalize something ridiculous about killing female babies or something, so she would be safe from harm, because she didn't live in Bayast, technically, so he would be breaking the universal code of ethics to be killing citizens of other groups outside a situation of organized war. But since she wasn't living in Bayast, Ungora wouldn't know that she existed, so he might not legalize it for her sake at all.
But then there was the question of who would take care of her. Both Cancala's parents were dead, but his little sister Layla might be willing. She was a cross between a wood elf and a witch and had always wanted children but had never found a mate. That's where the girl would stay.
Cancala entered the woods and followed the path for a time, the birds giving out their dawn calls and providing Cancala with an unnecessary cover of sound. Cancala had been a child of the forest; silence was his best friend in times like these. Since he was a Hunter, that went double-Hunters were trackers, they knew the fatality of being seen or heard. Now it was only a matter of finding the right place to cut off the path and take the concealed path to the camp. Here it was.
Presently, Cancala arrived, the baby still in his arms. He quickly searched the trees for Layla's house. He knew that she had decided to live on the outskirts of the community, since she was a bit of a loner at times.
However, it was Layla who saw her sibling first, having woken up at the crack of dawn, as she always did.
"Cancala!" She stage-whispered from her window, not wanting to wake up the other people in the community-Layla was normally the first one up. "CANCALA!"
When he still didn't turn, Layla hurried down the ladder and darted quietly to his side. "Cancala, what are you doing here?" Her voice was still quiet.
"Layla, do you still think you're up for kids?"
"What? Why? Who is THAT?"
"It's a long story, and I haven't got time to explain it fully. This is the princess-"
"The PRINCESS? Since when has the queen even been pregnant?"
"Since nine months ago. Yes, this is the princess. She was born a couple of hours ago. There's a decoy in the palace that Ungora's taken under his wing-he thinks they're twins, but they're not-the decoy's a mage's daughter that the mage wanted to give up. The decoy is a hunter and warrior but the princess is everything on two legs rolled together into one thing."
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, I know, it's weird, but I haven't got time. Ungora killed the-"
"Who is Ungora?"
"My boss. Her uncle. King Theran's brother. Theran was killed by Ungora along with Ranga. Ungora thinks I'm off killing this child but she's special so I took her here. Will you take care of her?"
"Okay. What's her name?"
"Um...."
"She hasn't got a NAME?"
"Less identity for Ungora to deal with. And there wasn't much time for them to decide on one, anyway."
"Okay, so this is the PRINCESS you want me to take care of here?"
"Yes. She was born at about one in the morning. Now I have to go. I'm due back soon. So you're okay with all this?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Layla took the child out of her brother's massive arms and looked at her. She had a silver chain around her neck with a star-shaped charm on it, but Layla didn't know why. Ungora didn't even know that one child had a star necklace and one didn't, and neither of them knew the significance of the necklace. Cancala knew, but there was no time to explain to Layla, and he was already fabricating something to say to Ungora when he got back.
"Thank you," Cancala said, giving Layla a one-armed hug and turning to leave.
"Cancala!"
"What?"
"Does she....eat like normal babies?"
"I have no idea. I'm sorry. I have to go."
"Okay. Just wondering. Bye, then."
"I'll be back soon to explain. I'm sorry!"
"GO!"
Cancala nodded, turned, and soon disappeared into the trees.
Although Layla had only the vaguest idea hat this child's potential was, she knew enough to guess that she would not be anything close to a normal child.
That's all i'm going to post of the story for now. :) :) :)
fyi
okay, so from now on, i'm going to say in the subject line whether i have a story in it or not. if you read this on a regular basis, it will be like "part #___ of (character/setting/plot)" or something to that effect. Okay, done now. Going to do homework now, I swear!!!
part #2 of Shya/Valin/Faug
Well, I'm back again, with the next bit of the story I posted earlier today-the Lord of the Rings type one. And here is the rest of what I have so far (it's not a lot):
“Wait,” Shyasha ordered, suddenly tense.
“What?” Faug demanded. “I’m hungry.”
“SHUT UP!” Shyasha yelled in a stage whisper at him. “I think I hear something. Shut up so I can listen.”
All three were quiet for a moment.
“I knew it,” Shyasha muttered.
“What are we supposed to be hearing?” Faug asked blankly.
“Shut it already!”
“I did!”
“Keep it shut unless you want me to tell you to run in the wrong direction!”
They were all quiet some more. Neither Faug nor Valin heard anything, but their hearing wasn’t as good as Shyasha’s, so it was harder for them to hear what she was apparently hearing.
Then, very faintly, the two humans heard it, too. There was a very faint sound of hoof beats, growing ever louder. The two males couldn’t tell where the sound was coming from, but they could tell by the way Shyasha was poised, catlike, in a defensive sort of way, that whatever was coming was probably not going to be pleasant.
“Who’s coming?” Valin whispered.
“Multiple people,” Shyasha hissed back. “On horseback. They’re very fast horses, maybe even destriers. They’re covering ground like mad, and we’re not going to be able to outrun them if we try. They’re coming from the northeast, behind us, and heading right for us. There’s no time to run.”
“What do we do?” Faug asked.
“Up there,” Shyasha ordered, pointing at the branches of the strong-looking oak above their heads. “Now.”
“Why?” Faug demanded.
“This is not the time for questioning people’s judgment,” Valin said. “Get up there now or when we get back I’m telling mom the exact number of cookies you stole from the cookie jar!”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Yes, I would!”
“Well, we’re not going to be able to test Valin’s daring when it comes to telling your mom about cookies and jars if you guys don’t get off the road and into hiding!” Shyasha said. It was true. The hoof beats were so close that they shook the ground. The three could hear the heavy breathing of the horses and riders as they climbed the tree. Valin went first, ad then Shyasha handed Faug up, despite Faug trying to wriggle free. She was surprisingly strong. Shyasha went up last, hesitating to look over her shoulder before reaching up to grab the nearest branch and pull herself into the leaves.
Three figures rode below. One was on a white and grey horse, wearing a white cloak. They could see him for only a moment, and all they saw that might distinguish him in the future was that he had long grey hair and was carrying a long staff. The second figure was a young man on a chestnut horse who looked no older than eighteen. He had curly dark hair and was carrying a javelin. The third figure was on a black horse. His hair was black and close-cut, and his age seemed somewhere in between his two fellows. He wasn’t carrying anything.
“Telsiel,” Shyasha said quietly, looking after the three figures.
“What did you say?” Valin asked.
“That was Telsiel,” Shyasha said. “With Dalar. I don’t know who the other guy was, though.”
“You could see their faces?” Faug asked in awe.
“You couldn’t?”
“We’re not amazingly amazing, remember?” Faug said.
“Whatever.”
“Which one was Telsiel?” Valin asked.
“The one on the black horse.”
“Who is he?” Faug demanded.
“He’s just…nobody.”
“Really?” Faug said, as if he didn’t believe that Shyasha didn’t know the guy.
“We knew each other a while ago.”
“When was a while ago?” Faug asked.
“Before you were born,” Shyasha said shortly.
“Why do you keep saying that? Are you speaking in code?”
“Of course she’s speaking in code,” Valin said sarcastically.
“Really?” Faug asked eagerly.
“Yeah,” Valin said. “‘Before you were born’ is really, in all reality, code for ‘I am a moose.’”
“Really?”
“Use your brain, dummy. Of course not.”
“BOYS!” Shyasha said sternly.
“What?” they protested together.
“Who wants food?”
Chapter 4
The next few days passed without much hassle. They always woke up before dawn and ate hardy but uncooked ranger food while they were still moving, only stopping for meals when it was light out.
That's all I have so far. I will keep you posted on the story (ha! post! blog! ha! I have to POST an entry on my BLOG in order for you to SEE IT, so if I'm going to keep you POSTED....I'm making absolutely no sense, am I?)
All right. The end.
“Wait,” Shyasha ordered, suddenly tense.
“What?” Faug demanded. “I’m hungry.”
“SHUT UP!” Shyasha yelled in a stage whisper at him. “I think I hear something. Shut up so I can listen.”
All three were quiet for a moment.
“I knew it,” Shyasha muttered.
“What are we supposed to be hearing?” Faug asked blankly.
“Shut it already!”
“I did!”
“Keep it shut unless you want me to tell you to run in the wrong direction!”
They were all quiet some more. Neither Faug nor Valin heard anything, but their hearing wasn’t as good as Shyasha’s, so it was harder for them to hear what she was apparently hearing.
Then, very faintly, the two humans heard it, too. There was a very faint sound of hoof beats, growing ever louder. The two males couldn’t tell where the sound was coming from, but they could tell by the way Shyasha was poised, catlike, in a defensive sort of way, that whatever was coming was probably not going to be pleasant.
“Who’s coming?” Valin whispered.
“Multiple people,” Shyasha hissed back. “On horseback. They’re very fast horses, maybe even destriers. They’re covering ground like mad, and we’re not going to be able to outrun them if we try. They’re coming from the northeast, behind us, and heading right for us. There’s no time to run.”
“What do we do?” Faug asked.
“Up there,” Shyasha ordered, pointing at the branches of the strong-looking oak above their heads. “Now.”
“Why?” Faug demanded.
“This is not the time for questioning people’s judgment,” Valin said. “Get up there now or when we get back I’m telling mom the exact number of cookies you stole from the cookie jar!”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Yes, I would!”
“Well, we’re not going to be able to test Valin’s daring when it comes to telling your mom about cookies and jars if you guys don’t get off the road and into hiding!” Shyasha said. It was true. The hoof beats were so close that they shook the ground. The three could hear the heavy breathing of the horses and riders as they climbed the tree. Valin went first, ad then Shyasha handed Faug up, despite Faug trying to wriggle free. She was surprisingly strong. Shyasha went up last, hesitating to look over her shoulder before reaching up to grab the nearest branch and pull herself into the leaves.
Three figures rode below. One was on a white and grey horse, wearing a white cloak. They could see him for only a moment, and all they saw that might distinguish him in the future was that he had long grey hair and was carrying a long staff. The second figure was a young man on a chestnut horse who looked no older than eighteen. He had curly dark hair and was carrying a javelin. The third figure was on a black horse. His hair was black and close-cut, and his age seemed somewhere in between his two fellows. He wasn’t carrying anything.
“Telsiel,” Shyasha said quietly, looking after the three figures.
“What did you say?” Valin asked.
“That was Telsiel,” Shyasha said. “With Dalar. I don’t know who the other guy was, though.”
“You could see their faces?” Faug asked in awe.
“You couldn’t?”
“We’re not amazingly amazing, remember?” Faug said.
“Whatever.”
“Which one was Telsiel?” Valin asked.
“The one on the black horse.”
“Who is he?” Faug demanded.
“He’s just…nobody.”
“Really?” Faug said, as if he didn’t believe that Shyasha didn’t know the guy.
“We knew each other a while ago.”
“When was a while ago?” Faug asked.
“Before you were born,” Shyasha said shortly.
“Why do you keep saying that? Are you speaking in code?”
“Of course she’s speaking in code,” Valin said sarcastically.
“Really?” Faug asked eagerly.
“Yeah,” Valin said. “‘Before you were born’ is really, in all reality, code for ‘I am a moose.’”
“Really?”
“Use your brain, dummy. Of course not.”
“BOYS!” Shyasha said sternly.
“What?” they protested together.
“Who wants food?”
Chapter 4
The next few days passed without much hassle. They always woke up before dawn and ate hardy but uncooked ranger food while they were still moving, only stopping for meals when it was light out.
That's all I have so far. I will keep you posted on the story (ha! post! blog! ha! I have to POST an entry on my BLOG in order for you to SEE IT, so if I'm going to keep you POSTED....I'm making absolutely no sense, am I?)
All right. The end.
post #wtvr/ part 1 of shya/valin/faug
Okay. So. I know that I've mostly been using the blog to complain about life. But from this point on I have decided something very important: I am NOT just going to blog about how much I don't like being in school. I am ALSO going to post the stories that I write. Some of them, anyway. In part, sometimes. Anyway, I know that it's not going to be as fun as reading about how much I don't like going to school, but whatever. Anyway, I'm going to post a bit of a DIFFERENT story today. NOT the Ungora one, but a different sort-of-Lord-of-the-Rings-inspired one. Because I FINALLY have an excuse to force myself to finish reading Fellowship of the Ring (English project-we get to choose what book we read/do a project on), but before I started reading it I started writing this story. So here it is, in part, anyway.
Chapter 1
Faug and Valin finally reached the inn where Dalar said that they should meet him, The Lazy Dog. They went up to the bar to ask about Dalar and were told that he hadn't been seen for many weeks. "What do we do now?" whispered Valin.
"We can only wait," replied Faug. "He's bound to show up eventually. He promised us he'd be here. For the time being, sit and act normal."
So that is what they did. They sat at a table in the corner with some drinks and discussed their mission in low voices. Valin glanced up often, very nervous. He wasn't comfortable if Dalar wasn't around. Dalar was stronger than both Faug and Valin, and he had magic. After glancing up for the tenth time, Faug finally said, "Would you stop it?"
"No," Valin replied. "I'm not comfortable until Dalar gets here."
"Relax," Faug said. "You're being paranoid. I'm younger than you. I'm the one who's supposed to be freaking out, remember?"
"You're right," Valin agreed, not entirely convinced. Just then Valin noticed a shadowed figure in the corner opposite who seemed to be watching them. The figure seemed to be female and not much older than fourteen, fifteen tops. Her face was half in shadow because her hood was pulled over most of her face, so Valin could only see her mouth, which was in a calm, impassive line. She was dressed all in black, and her clothes were so loose fitting that Valin wasn't sure whether she was wearing a skirt or overlarge pants. He wasn't entirely sure the figure was a "she". The person's hands were hidden in the folds of the long, loose sleeves. Valin could not see what color the person's hair was because it seemed to be tied back and hidden by the hood. Valin didn't know why, but he didn't think he or she or it or whatever was going to help their situation, even if it transpired that Dalar had sent him or her or it. The person looked almost evil, really, with that hood up and the long black cloak and the black clothes. Valin decided to stop staring at whoever it was behind that hood and actually listen to what Faug was saying.
“So, what do you think, Valin?” He asked.
“Huh?” Valin asked, not having paid attention to Faug’s monologue.
"Do you think we should stay here for the night or find shelter elsewhere?”
“Stay here, definitely. Dalar said we should meet him here, so we should stick around until he shows up.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. But what if he came here ages ago, like when he originally said we should meet him, and then got abducted and killed?”
“Dude, you sound like me.”
“So what? It could happen.”
"I don’t know. I mean, he wouldn’t think to send us here if he knew there was going to be danger.”
“But that’s the thing, though. What if there was danger that he didn’t know about until it was too late and he couldn’t send us a message because he was abducted and kept in a sack for two weeks and fed on bread and water?”
“Come on, you can’t stuff Dalar in a sack. He’s too tall. And he’d probably be able to beat up anyone who tried to hurt him, and if that didn’t work he’d probably use his magic. So more likely than not he’s still on the move and whoever tries to challenge him is in a heap of dung.” Valin glanced over at the figure in the corner. As far as he could tell, whoever it was was still looking at them.
“What are you looking at?” demanded Faug.
“Don’t look right away, but there is a person sitting in the corner opposite us, right behind you,” Valin whispered. “I think it’s a girl. She looks no older than fourteen or fifteen and is dressed all in black and has a black cloak with the hood up.”
Very discreetly, Faug turned around and looked at the person in question. Then he looked back at Valin.
“Very fishy,” Faug agreed.
“I’m going to ask about her, once the waiter comes around again,” said Valin.
He did so, and the waiter said, in a very quiet voice, “That’s Shyasha Rinkari. She’s a strange one, even for an Elven fairy.”
“Shyasha Rinkari,” repeated Valin. “And a hybrid, too. Interesting.”
“What does that mean, anyway?” asked Faug. “Shyasha Rinkari?”
“It’s an elvish name,” the waiter said. “It means ‘the shadow warrior.’ She has a reputation for never being loyal to anyone longer than a year and a day. Fierce, she is. Rumor is she was betrayed by a man when she was younger and now she doesn’t trust anyone except a rare few, Dalar among them, I think. She’s a darn good fighter, and is as silent as a shadow both in the way she moves and the way she speaks, that is, IF she spoke. Nobody roundabouts has heard her utter a word, and she’s been around locally for quite a while.”
“You say she was hurt when she was younger,” Faug said. “But she can’t have been around long enough to have enough boyfriends to hurt her, can she? I mean, she can’t be older than fifteen.”
“Aye, you would think she wasn’t, which was why it pained her, you see,” replied the waiter. “She’s immortal-all hybrids are. Mind you, even if she was just an elf or a fairy she would still be immortal. It pained her because, well, even though she stopped aging at fifteen, I think she’s really around four thousand years old, and immortal. Her lover apparently betrayed her and ran off with her sister or something, and she had loved him dearly. Immortals get to choose what age they stay at for the rest of forever, so that’s why she only looks like she’s fifteen.”
“But how do you know all this?” Valin asked.
“Well, the basic hybrid stuff is common knowledge,” the waiter said. “And the rest is just stuff she was willing to let out in the open. Half of it is just rumors, mind, so I’m not sure half of it is true.”
“Well, thank you for your time,” Faug said.
“Anytime,” the waiter replied. “Is there anything else you’ll need?”
“No, thank you,” Faug said.
The waiter left and the two men sat talking for a long time afterwards. It was after midnight when the tavern at the inn was finally devoid of anyone except the staff, Faug, Valin, and Shyasha Rinkari. The two humans didn’t seem to notice, and they talked intently about all they had learned about Shyasha Rinkari and her past.
Soon, however, Valin looked over at Shyasha Rinkari’s corner and realized she was gone. He had barely pointed this out to Faug when he glanced at the table next to them and realized she was sitting right there. She saw his glance and rose, walking over to their table. She bent over to whisper in his ear, “I am Shyasha Rinkari. Do not be surprised. Dalar has sent me to aid you in your quest. Follow my instructions exactly. First, pay for your meal and then ask for a room. I will be around but out of sight long enough to learn the number of the room. Then, slowly, very slowly, make your way up to the room. I will meet you there. It is very important that I reach the room before you do. There are dark creatures about and I am stronger than the pair of you put together, so I stand a better chance if there are any of the creatures up there that are a danger to you. Do as I say soon. I will be waiting for you, Valin.” With that she strode with a mysterious elegance back to her corner. Valin and Faug exchanged glances.
“Let’s do it, then,” Faug said. And they followed Shyasha Rinkari’s instructions exactly, and indeed, when they reached room fifteen she was there.
“Welcome,” she said, in the same strange, musical voice that she had used downstairs when talking to Valin. Valin noticed also that although there was no light, she still had her hood up. “I need to get this over with soon so I can report to Dalar. He sends his regrets that he cannot be with you tonight but he had other business to attend to and he hopes that you will not hold him accountable, you see, he has run into a bit of trouble with the creatures I mentioned earlier. They are called Wynds, and they are very, very loyal to the dark lord Sonru. The Wynds are very violent and will kill you at once and anything in their way if they so much as see a strand of hair that looks similar to either of yours stuck to a tree trunk. This is why you must keep the Blue Crystal Star completely hidden and entirely safe on the return journey.”
“Oh, so that’s what we’re after,” Valin said. “I was wondering. Dalar wasn’t too specific. All he said was that we had to join him on a quest and he would meet us here.”
“Correction,” said Faug. “He sad you had to join him. I had nothing to do with it. He only made me come along because he didn’t want you to travel alone.”
“And he was quite right,” Shyasha Rinkari said. “If the Wynds had gotten you before I had, the quest would have gone downhill from the moment you stepped out the front door.”
“As I recall, you begged him to let you come,” Valin reminded Faug. “And you wanted to know what was going on so badly that you pretended you were my blind housekeeper instead of my best mate in order to learn something worth telling everyone else about-”
“I did not,” Faug insisted. “I had just stopped by and started listening to the conversation; I wasn’t there on purpose-”
“-Which is why he sent you on this mission in the first place, so you wouldn’t go gossiping about it. Mind you, it wasn’t a bad idea.”
“When you two have finally stopped arguing about who entered what conversation at whatever time-” Shyasha Rinkari interrupted.
"But he wasn’t in the conversation,” Valin insisted. “He was listening to the conversation, and Dalar only found him when he was about to leave-”
“POINT IS, THOUGH,” Shyasha Rinkari almost yelled, “that it was a very good idea for Faug to have decided to snoop or impersonate a blind housekeeper or stop by for a visit or whatever he was doing, because it is a very bad idea for anyone to go around alone, especially you, Valin, because you are the person the Wynds are going to by looking for the hardest, both when we are on our quest to find the five pieces of the Blue Crystal Star and our journey to the inner sanctum of the Invisible Castle to destroy it, and then back to your home again, the Wynds are going to be looking for us. So, therefore-”
“Wait, us?” Faug demanded. “What do you mean us? You surely aren’t coming with us. It’s too dangerous.”
“Well of course I’m coming with you,” Shyasha Rinkari replied in a clearly exasperated tone. “What do you expect? Dalar is obviously not going to be able to join us anytime soon, and you to obviously have no idea what you are doing, and I’m way more powerful than either of you, and you’ll need some sort of protection until we get to Norasona, where we’ll be joined by-”
“Hang on, there are more of you?” Faug demanded. “I though that Dalar wanted us to bring along as few people as possible, because of the attention we would get if we were toting three dozen people around the countryside-”
“First things first, Faug,” Shyasha Rinkari interrupted, the irritated edge in her voice growing. Both humans could tell that even though she was older than either of them, she still retained a lot of the fifteen year old characteristics that she was stuck with. “For one thing, there are not more of me, but there are more people who are like me, and different races, too. Life in Anana must have been really confined if the only races you know about are human, elves, and fairies. No, there are way more races than that, and, what’s more, we’re going to need more than two humans and a hybrid to get where we’re going. Second of all, however many races there are, we are not going to be taking representatives from each of them to lug around the countryside, because first of all, there are barely a dozen races in the first place, and second of all we’re going to be dealing with mountains, mostly, so there won’t be very much countryside to lug people across. No, it’ll be mainly the Graynote Mountains and the Silvercourt Forest we’ll be dealing with. And let me tell you, I’m seriously navigationally challenged to a certain extent. If I hadn’t had Tiba with me when I was exploring, I wouldn’t be here because I would still be lost in the Silvercourt Forest. We’re going to meet up with her and a few others later on. Anyhow, the point is, you cannot travel with just each other for company, because, number one, you would get killed in the first three seconds of walking through the Silvercourt Forest, there’s so many different creatures in there who would be very willing to have you for a snack, number two, there are spells and dangers that even I am not entirely sure of, so it helps to have some extra brains that know different things, number three, you have no idea where you’re going, and number four, Dalar would murder me if I let you guys go alone. And besides, if you guys don’t survive, who else is going to finish the mission if you don’t confide in someone?”
“Who is Tiba?” Valin asked.
“She’s a friend of mine,” Shyasha Rinkari replied. “She’s a sorceress.”
“You mean like a witch?” asked Faug.
“No, witches and sorceresses are two entirely different things; they have two entirely different brands of magic that have two totally different means of execution. It’s hard to explain. But do you see what I mean? Life out there would be hard for you since you both are from Anana and obviously know about a hundredth of what the rest of the world knows about magic and whatnot.”
“I think we should let her come with us, Faug,” Valin said. “She knows a lot. And she’s immortal.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Faug and Shyasha Rinkari asked together.
“Well, that mean’s you can’t be killed, doesn’t it?”
“Not exactly,” Shyasha Rinkari said. “I can be killed, it’s just really hard, and it doesn’t happen very often anyway. Not many immortals even bother with love anymore, number one because they think that living longer than everyone else means that you don’t need romance, for some reason, and number two, because it’s so risky for us.”
“What?” Valin wondered.
“There are two ways for elves, fairies, and their hybrids to die-a broken heart or bloody murder. Mind you, the latter is hard because the elves have made so much light but indestructible armor and the fairies move too fast and are generally too small and fast to be killed and all of us have stronger immune systems than humans so poisons have pretty much no effect.”
“Still, I think she should come with us,” Valin insisted.
“True enough,” conceded Faug.
“Well, then,” Shyasha Rinkari said. “Since we’re traveling together, I’ll have you know that my contract is with Dalar, and I never sign out my skills longer than a year and a day, so if we don’t get this done in less than the six weeks I have left, then I’m going to have to leave partway through. I’m not going into detail about my reasons for only signing myself out for that amount of time; it’s just the way I do things.”
“Fine,” Faug said. “When do we start?”
“Tonight, that is to say, when dark comes again. I’ll have paid for everything and will come for you. Be ready by midnight. We’ll be on the move by dawn.”
“Why?” Valin wondered.
“If you’re traveling with a blind ranger, you’ll need all the time you can have. And it won’t hurt, either. If you’re being tracked, leave when they don’t expect you to, in order to catch them off guard so they’ll have a job tracking you for a while.”
“You’re-” Valin started, but Shyasha Rinkari cut him off.
“Blind, yes. I don’t talk about it. It gives people the wrong impression. They think I can’t do anything except walk in a straight line and think things up because I can’t see. But the truth is that I can probably do more than some of the senior rangers.”
“How?”
“Instinct and hearing. Sight is only an asset; if you have it, great, but if you don’t, it won’t harm you.”
“What do you mean?” Faug wondered. He had been through combat training, and he had learned that sight was practically the only way to plot your next move, especially if you were going to have to block.
“You have a sword?” She asked Valin.
“Yes.”
Shyasha Rinkari drew her own sword. “Strike at me,” she ordered.
Apprehensively, Valin drew out his sword and aimed at her head, not intending to actually come in contact.
“Come on, boy, I’m not going to be able to prove anything if circumstances aren’t what they should be. Do a proper hit already.”
Valin obeyed, taking a quicker jab to her side. The other sword was there before he even got close.
“When you’re as old as I am, and you’re a hybrid, and you’re blind, it’s easier to tell, but the blindness helps.”
“How?”
“I think there’s something about the nature of anything when you lose one of the important senses permanently. Losing my sight has enhanced my hearing and my peripheral senses. Again, hybrids have very good hearing to begin with, but blindness makes it all the better. It will be harder for you, but you can do it.”
“I still don’t get it.”
“I can hear the sword,” she said simply. “It makes a noise when it goes through the air. I feel the wind of the motion so putting it all together, I can judge where it’s coming from, and block accordingly. It isn’t that hard. I can also sort of sense where people are, even in combat. Well, I can sense there’s something there, at least. But the point is, sight isn’t important. What are important are the sensing and the hearing. Sight is only confirmation of the truth.”
“But how can you tell that we’re guys?”
“That, my friend, is the most obvious thing ever. Even YOU could figure it out, and that’s saying something.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning you should have realized by now that guys have deeper voices than girls, even though they sometimes appear to be four or six years apart.”
"What do you mean, APPEAR to be four or six years apart?” Faug demanded. “And how do you know that he’s nineteen and I’m nine?”
“Good lord, you really do talk too much,” Shyasha Rinkari muttered under her breath. “Anyway, didn’t that waiter tell you that I was around four thousand years old? Well, I’m older than that. I’m four thousand seven hundred and thirteen. I froze at fifteen because; well…I think he talked about that, too. As for knowing your ages, Dalar told me. Enough talk for one night. I’m next door if you need me, but only need me if it’s an absolute emergency, here meaning if one of you is having a seizure, one of you is having a heart attack, one of you died, or the Wylds are downstairs and have set the place on fire. I trust you both brought your teddy bears. The bathroom is over there. Go talk to room service if you need some water or anything.” She turned to leave.
“Um…Shyasha Rinkari?” Faug said in a tentative voice. Valin knew it was his “I’m-jokingly-going-to-tick-her-off” type voice. “Can I have a bedtime story?”
“Fine,” Shyasha Rinkari said, pausing and turning around in the doorway and leaning against the frame. “Once upon a time there were two guys named Faug and Valin who were going on an adventure with an Elven Fairy who was cooler than both of them. Shyasha Rinkari was not in a very good mood on the night they met because she was tired, so by the time she started telling a story to Faug, who was nearly a grownup, she was ready to punch him in the face. The end. Goodnight.”
Laughing slightly, Faug and Valin said goodnight and turned to collapse into the beds. Thankfully, Shyasha Rinkari had gotten a room with two.
“I think she secretly likes me,” Faug said smugly in the dark.
“You are ridiculously full of it, my friend,” Valin replied.
“Well, she can’t like you, because you’re the chosen one,” Faug said. “And that boyfriend of hers from before ditched her, so she could use a guy to love her. What do you think?”
“I think,” Valin said, “that you have completely lost it. She’s more than just a pretty face, apparently. And I don’t think she likes you that way.”
“Why? I’m decently good looking, right?”
“Well, that’s beside the point. I don’t think girls like her are into guys like you. That’s not her type.”
“Oh, and you’re her type?”
“No.”
“You like her, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t.” Valin’s voice was defensive because, for the first time, he really wasn’t into a girl. Well, not this girl. Maybe Swega Perby in Anana, but not Shyasha Rinkari. She wasn’t the kind of girl he’d fall in love with.
“Who, then?”
“You know who.”
“Swega Perby?”
“Yeah.”
“Why do you like Swega Perby anyway? She isn’t that good looking.”
“Come on, just because a girl isn’t a looker doesn’t mean she’s not nice.”
“What do you see in Swega Perby?”
“A person who cares about things that are worth caring about, you know? Like she’s willing to wait if she needs to, and she’s really caring and gentle and stuff.”
“Yeah. Wish I knew a girl like that.”
“You’ll find someone eventually. Maybe that sorceress has a twin sister.”
"Or I could get together with that sorceress.”
“Shyasha Rinkari would murder you. And then chop you up and murder your individual little pieces.”
“Oh, well. Good night.”
“Night.”
Chapter 2
The next night, there was a soft knock on the door of room fifteen. The door opened silently, and two dark figures moved out to join the third, smaller figure in the hall. The three moved off quickly and silently and soon were on the road that led west, towards Norasona.
Shyasha Rinkari was glad to be out. She wasn’t blind, the farthest thing from it. She had only said that to get these two overly-talkative humans to shut up. She had closed her eyes during the demonstration, however, and she had been talking from personal experience when she talked about how you had intensified hearing and senses when you were blind-she had spent three years in a semi-blind state because of that near death experience when she was sixteen. Man, she hated that guy right now. That’s why she had nearly died-she had been in love, and he’d been nice, and they’d been together for years, and then he randomly decided that he was going to break up with her. She had even frozen at fifteen because she had been in such great shape anyway and it was such a good time of life. Her dad had frozen at thirty and then refrozen at fifty, and now all h did was complain about his back and cramps and whatever else. Shyasha sometimes got cramps, but that was only when she was dehydrated. From what she’d heard, her ex had gone into the wild and unfrozen, aged thirty years, and gone back to Norasona and taken over the ruled the city after her father because she’d run away. She hadn’t wanted to see that jerk’s face ever again. And yet, here she was, leading her two charges to witness her certain death. Death not because of the fact that her heart might break again, but death from the fact that she was going to end up trying to beat him up (which was now her lifelong ambition) and get killed by the security guards. Shyasha was now 2% in love with her ex (even after four thousand years and the fact that he looked old enough to reasonably be her father) and 98% ready to rip his guts out, mash them to a pulp, and feed them to his dog. That is, if he had a dog. If he didn’t, then the cat would get them. If he didn’t have a cat, then she would force feed them to someone. Maybe Faug. Faug was annoying. Really annoying. But reasonably funny.
“Shyasha Rinkari!” Faug said at that moment.
“It’s just ‘Shyasha’ when you’re talking to or about me,” Shyasha said. “If you stop talking so much you’d realize how stupid ‘Shyasha Rinkari’ sounds when both words are together.”
“It’s a cool name,” Valin said.
“Thanks,” Shyasha replied. “I honestly think it’s the worst name ever.”
“Well, don’t you know what ‘Valin’ means?” Valin asked.
“No.”
“Squirrel dung,” Faug sniggered.
“Very funny,” Shyasha said skeptically.
“It’s true,” Valin said.
“Seriously? That’s mean. Who’d want to name their kid ‘squirrel dung’?”
"Beats me,” Valin replied.
“Well, guess what ‘Faug means?” Faug insisted.
“Let me guess,” Shyasha joked. “Overlord of the idiots?”
“No,” Faug snorted. “It means ‘intelligent’.”
“Right,” Shyasha said in a skeptical tone. “Well, once you start living up to it; let me know, will you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Faug demanded.
“That you’re immature. And you haven’t picked up an obvious fact.”
“What obvious fact?” Faug demanded in the whiny tone that he did so well, being nine. “And I’m not immature.”
"Oh,” Valin said, comprehension suddenly dawning on his face.
“What?” Faug complained.
“I’m not blind.”
“WHAT?”
“I’m not blind,” Shyasha repeated. “Come on, you honestly expect a blind person to be able to walk through this town without guidance and somehow manage to not fall in the gutter at least twice? And about walking through this town, let’s shut up, because we could wake enemies and that’s not good, and we could provide more of a target for the Wylds, if they find us. Come on.”
They walked the rest of the way out of the town in silence. Shyasha was secretly laughing at Faug. He was so much fun to tease.
Chapter 3
Shyasha, Faug, and Valin walked steadily for a while, and then Faug started complaining, as Shyasha had predicted, in her head. What she hadn’t predicted was how much Faug picked up, and the extreme expanse of his imagination of language. He complained about everything, and cussed something out in the weirdest ways whenever he was annoyed. By the time they sat down for a proper breakfast, when the sun was properly up, he had gotten to the stage of plodding along with no real enthusiasm, his head lolling one way on one step and the other way on the next one. His face was pink from the strain to walk, talk, and complain all at the same time. He complained about everything there was to complain about-the time, the weather, the fact that they had to wake up at dawn, the speed at which they were going (first they were going too slow, now they were going too fast), the fact that his feet hurt, and everything else he could think of. He asked questions occasionally, but they usually consisted of words related to “when,” “are,” “we,” “going,” “to,” “get,” and “there.” Sometimes Faug would trip on a tree root, and he would holler out something like, “HOLY SON OF A YELLING POOP HEADED WORMY GOBLIN!!!”
“Where does he get these ideas?” Shyasha asked Valin, who was walking beside her. The pair was several paces ahead of Faug.
“He’s a writer,” Valin said. “Well, not a writer. His thing is really his comic books. He does stories about people who can shoot fire out of their noses and stuff. He’s really quite good. He’ll probably end up being either a comedian or have his own comic strip in the local newsletter.”
“What about you? What do you do?”
“I…don’t know.”
“Well, what are you good at?”
“It’s weird. You wouldn’t get it.”
“Really. Try me.”
“No, seriously. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Valin, you have to remember how old I am.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is that even though there are still a couple of surprises out there for me, I doubt that one of them is going to come in the form of a 19-year-old’s lifelong ambitions. Besides, if you don’t tell me, I’ll start singing, and you do not, on any terms, want to hear me sing."
“All right, all right. But don’t laugh, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Fine. I like to sew and…well…I knit.”
“You knit?”
“I told you it was weird.”
“No, it’s not weird.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not really. When you open up your own fabric shop, contact me and we’ll do a joint business or something. I can knit. Sort of.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Mind you, I haven’t picked up a pair of sticks in about fifty years, but, you know, I can learn. Or re-learn. Or whatever. I mean, I don’t have a lot of time to do it, but still.”
“Seriously? You’re not joking? And you don’t think I’m completely out of my mind or anything?”
“Yes, I’m serious, no, I’m not joking, and no, I don’t think you’re completely out of your mind or anything.”
“SWEET!”
“Whaat?” Faug complained.
“Nothing,” Valin said, grinning.
“When you say that-”
“It means he isn’t going to tell you why he’s grinning, so just drop it,” Shyasha told him.
“Are we there yet?” Faug moaned.
"No,” Shyasha said. “And you can stop asking that for another few days.”
“Are we going to eat soon?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Now.”
“Really?”
"If you promise to shut up for a while.”
“Done!!!”
I have some more typed up, but it's not on this computer. I was only able to post this bit because I had emailed it to my friend who moved to a different country. I also did a handwritten bit, but it comes later, so I'm not going to tell you what happens because that would be spoiling it, even though it's only like two pages to spoil, but what the heck. Plus, there's some transition stuff that I should post before I post what I have in the notebook with me.
This is probably my longest post ever, but what the heck. I don't care. Because it's a story, and stories are fun to write in my opinion. Because I'm a writer. And now I'm all hyper because I successfully put something that I wrote on the Internet for all to see. Okay, not ALL to see, but still. More people will be able to see it. And read it. And stuff.
So anyway, yesterday my mom got some binders for me because I really need to organize all the shit that my teachers hand out, especially my history teacher. Seriously. Mom got a two-inch binder for History, and it's already most of the way full and it's not even the end of the year yet. That's just sad. My history teacher is a very epic tree-killer.
I'm in a good mood, suddenly, for some reason. I don't know why showing people my writing does that, but it does. It's fun. And it's a nice day out and not too cold for once. But whatever. And now I'm just rambling. And stuff. I don't know whether I should open the blog to the general public because that might be kind of dangerous, but on the other hand, nobody really reads it anyway. I don't know.
So anyway, I'm going to have to go to class soon.
And I really don't want to.
Well, this was fun, but I have to go.
And learn.
Not that learning isn't fun.
It's just learning the stuff we're doing in science right now....it's really boring.
Just to let you know.
But now I'm all ORGANIZED so I don't have to worry.
Not really, anyway.
But I left my three-hole punch at home, which is really annoying, because I won't be able to clip stuff into my snazzy new *science binder* (jazz hands!) and I'll probably end up losing it.
The worksheet the teacher hands out, I mean.
I'm already crazy enough as it is.
So anyway, I'm going to go to class now, and actually be on time for once!
Or maybe even early!
Class doesn't technically start for another ten minutes, but oh well.
I have no idea why I'm putting a new sentence on each line, but oh well.
I guess I want to make this post longe
“Okay.”r.
Or something.
I don't know.
Nobody's going to read it anyway.
Except for me.
:)
Goodbye.
Chapter 1
Faug and Valin finally reached the inn where Dalar said that they should meet him, The Lazy Dog. They went up to the bar to ask about Dalar and were told that he hadn't been seen for many weeks. "What do we do now?" whispered Valin.
"We can only wait," replied Faug. "He's bound to show up eventually. He promised us he'd be here. For the time being, sit and act normal."
So that is what they did. They sat at a table in the corner with some drinks and discussed their mission in low voices. Valin glanced up often, very nervous. He wasn't comfortable if Dalar wasn't around. Dalar was stronger than both Faug and Valin, and he had magic. After glancing up for the tenth time, Faug finally said, "Would you stop it?"
"No," Valin replied. "I'm not comfortable until Dalar gets here."
"Relax," Faug said. "You're being paranoid. I'm younger than you. I'm the one who's supposed to be freaking out, remember?"
"You're right," Valin agreed, not entirely convinced. Just then Valin noticed a shadowed figure in the corner opposite who seemed to be watching them. The figure seemed to be female and not much older than fourteen, fifteen tops. Her face was half in shadow because her hood was pulled over most of her face, so Valin could only see her mouth, which was in a calm, impassive line. She was dressed all in black, and her clothes were so loose fitting that Valin wasn't sure whether she was wearing a skirt or overlarge pants. He wasn't entirely sure the figure was a "she". The person's hands were hidden in the folds of the long, loose sleeves. Valin could not see what color the person's hair was because it seemed to be tied back and hidden by the hood. Valin didn't know why, but he didn't think he or she or it or whatever was going to help their situation, even if it transpired that Dalar had sent him or her or it. The person looked almost evil, really, with that hood up and the long black cloak and the black clothes. Valin decided to stop staring at whoever it was behind that hood and actually listen to what Faug was saying.
“So, what do you think, Valin?” He asked.
“Huh?” Valin asked, not having paid attention to Faug’s monologue.
"Do you think we should stay here for the night or find shelter elsewhere?”
“Stay here, definitely. Dalar said we should meet him here, so we should stick around until he shows up.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. But what if he came here ages ago, like when he originally said we should meet him, and then got abducted and killed?”
“Dude, you sound like me.”
“So what? It could happen.”
"I don’t know. I mean, he wouldn’t think to send us here if he knew there was going to be danger.”
“But that’s the thing, though. What if there was danger that he didn’t know about until it was too late and he couldn’t send us a message because he was abducted and kept in a sack for two weeks and fed on bread and water?”
“Come on, you can’t stuff Dalar in a sack. He’s too tall. And he’d probably be able to beat up anyone who tried to hurt him, and if that didn’t work he’d probably use his magic. So more likely than not he’s still on the move and whoever tries to challenge him is in a heap of dung.” Valin glanced over at the figure in the corner. As far as he could tell, whoever it was was still looking at them.
“What are you looking at?” demanded Faug.
“Don’t look right away, but there is a person sitting in the corner opposite us, right behind you,” Valin whispered. “I think it’s a girl. She looks no older than fourteen or fifteen and is dressed all in black and has a black cloak with the hood up.”
Very discreetly, Faug turned around and looked at the person in question. Then he looked back at Valin.
“Very fishy,” Faug agreed.
“I’m going to ask about her, once the waiter comes around again,” said Valin.
He did so, and the waiter said, in a very quiet voice, “That’s Shyasha Rinkari. She’s a strange one, even for an Elven fairy.”
“Shyasha Rinkari,” repeated Valin. “And a hybrid, too. Interesting.”
“What does that mean, anyway?” asked Faug. “Shyasha Rinkari?”
“It’s an elvish name,” the waiter said. “It means ‘the shadow warrior.’ She has a reputation for never being loyal to anyone longer than a year and a day. Fierce, she is. Rumor is she was betrayed by a man when she was younger and now she doesn’t trust anyone except a rare few, Dalar among them, I think. She’s a darn good fighter, and is as silent as a shadow both in the way she moves and the way she speaks, that is, IF she spoke. Nobody roundabouts has heard her utter a word, and she’s been around locally for quite a while.”
“You say she was hurt when she was younger,” Faug said. “But she can’t have been around long enough to have enough boyfriends to hurt her, can she? I mean, she can’t be older than fifteen.”
“Aye, you would think she wasn’t, which was why it pained her, you see,” replied the waiter. “She’s immortal-all hybrids are. Mind you, even if she was just an elf or a fairy she would still be immortal. It pained her because, well, even though she stopped aging at fifteen, I think she’s really around four thousand years old, and immortal. Her lover apparently betrayed her and ran off with her sister or something, and she had loved him dearly. Immortals get to choose what age they stay at for the rest of forever, so that’s why she only looks like she’s fifteen.”
“But how do you know all this?” Valin asked.
“Well, the basic hybrid stuff is common knowledge,” the waiter said. “And the rest is just stuff she was willing to let out in the open. Half of it is just rumors, mind, so I’m not sure half of it is true.”
“Well, thank you for your time,” Faug said.
“Anytime,” the waiter replied. “Is there anything else you’ll need?”
“No, thank you,” Faug said.
The waiter left and the two men sat talking for a long time afterwards. It was after midnight when the tavern at the inn was finally devoid of anyone except the staff, Faug, Valin, and Shyasha Rinkari. The two humans didn’t seem to notice, and they talked intently about all they had learned about Shyasha Rinkari and her past.
Soon, however, Valin looked over at Shyasha Rinkari’s corner and realized she was gone. He had barely pointed this out to Faug when he glanced at the table next to them and realized she was sitting right there. She saw his glance and rose, walking over to their table. She bent over to whisper in his ear, “I am Shyasha Rinkari. Do not be surprised. Dalar has sent me to aid you in your quest. Follow my instructions exactly. First, pay for your meal and then ask for a room. I will be around but out of sight long enough to learn the number of the room. Then, slowly, very slowly, make your way up to the room. I will meet you there. It is very important that I reach the room before you do. There are dark creatures about and I am stronger than the pair of you put together, so I stand a better chance if there are any of the creatures up there that are a danger to you. Do as I say soon. I will be waiting for you, Valin.” With that she strode with a mysterious elegance back to her corner. Valin and Faug exchanged glances.
“Let’s do it, then,” Faug said. And they followed Shyasha Rinkari’s instructions exactly, and indeed, when they reached room fifteen she was there.
“Welcome,” she said, in the same strange, musical voice that she had used downstairs when talking to Valin. Valin noticed also that although there was no light, she still had her hood up. “I need to get this over with soon so I can report to Dalar. He sends his regrets that he cannot be with you tonight but he had other business to attend to and he hopes that you will not hold him accountable, you see, he has run into a bit of trouble with the creatures I mentioned earlier. They are called Wynds, and they are very, very loyal to the dark lord Sonru. The Wynds are very violent and will kill you at once and anything in their way if they so much as see a strand of hair that looks similar to either of yours stuck to a tree trunk. This is why you must keep the Blue Crystal Star completely hidden and entirely safe on the return journey.”
“Oh, so that’s what we’re after,” Valin said. “I was wondering. Dalar wasn’t too specific. All he said was that we had to join him on a quest and he would meet us here.”
“Correction,” said Faug. “He sad you had to join him. I had nothing to do with it. He only made me come along because he didn’t want you to travel alone.”
“And he was quite right,” Shyasha Rinkari said. “If the Wynds had gotten you before I had, the quest would have gone downhill from the moment you stepped out the front door.”
“As I recall, you begged him to let you come,” Valin reminded Faug. “And you wanted to know what was going on so badly that you pretended you were my blind housekeeper instead of my best mate in order to learn something worth telling everyone else about-”
“I did not,” Faug insisted. “I had just stopped by and started listening to the conversation; I wasn’t there on purpose-”
“-Which is why he sent you on this mission in the first place, so you wouldn’t go gossiping about it. Mind you, it wasn’t a bad idea.”
“When you two have finally stopped arguing about who entered what conversation at whatever time-” Shyasha Rinkari interrupted.
"But he wasn’t in the conversation,” Valin insisted. “He was listening to the conversation, and Dalar only found him when he was about to leave-”
“POINT IS, THOUGH,” Shyasha Rinkari almost yelled, “that it was a very good idea for Faug to have decided to snoop or impersonate a blind housekeeper or stop by for a visit or whatever he was doing, because it is a very bad idea for anyone to go around alone, especially you, Valin, because you are the person the Wynds are going to by looking for the hardest, both when we are on our quest to find the five pieces of the Blue Crystal Star and our journey to the inner sanctum of the Invisible Castle to destroy it, and then back to your home again, the Wynds are going to be looking for us. So, therefore-”
“Wait, us?” Faug demanded. “What do you mean us? You surely aren’t coming with us. It’s too dangerous.”
“Well of course I’m coming with you,” Shyasha Rinkari replied in a clearly exasperated tone. “What do you expect? Dalar is obviously not going to be able to join us anytime soon, and you to obviously have no idea what you are doing, and I’m way more powerful than either of you, and you’ll need some sort of protection until we get to Norasona, where we’ll be joined by-”
“Hang on, there are more of you?” Faug demanded. “I though that Dalar wanted us to bring along as few people as possible, because of the attention we would get if we were toting three dozen people around the countryside-”
“First things first, Faug,” Shyasha Rinkari interrupted, the irritated edge in her voice growing. Both humans could tell that even though she was older than either of them, she still retained a lot of the fifteen year old characteristics that she was stuck with. “For one thing, there are not more of me, but there are more people who are like me, and different races, too. Life in Anana must have been really confined if the only races you know about are human, elves, and fairies. No, there are way more races than that, and, what’s more, we’re going to need more than two humans and a hybrid to get where we’re going. Second of all, however many races there are, we are not going to be taking representatives from each of them to lug around the countryside, because first of all, there are barely a dozen races in the first place, and second of all we’re going to be dealing with mountains, mostly, so there won’t be very much countryside to lug people across. No, it’ll be mainly the Graynote Mountains and the Silvercourt Forest we’ll be dealing with. And let me tell you, I’m seriously navigationally challenged to a certain extent. If I hadn’t had Tiba with me when I was exploring, I wouldn’t be here because I would still be lost in the Silvercourt Forest. We’re going to meet up with her and a few others later on. Anyhow, the point is, you cannot travel with just each other for company, because, number one, you would get killed in the first three seconds of walking through the Silvercourt Forest, there’s so many different creatures in there who would be very willing to have you for a snack, number two, there are spells and dangers that even I am not entirely sure of, so it helps to have some extra brains that know different things, number three, you have no idea where you’re going, and number four, Dalar would murder me if I let you guys go alone. And besides, if you guys don’t survive, who else is going to finish the mission if you don’t confide in someone?”
“Who is Tiba?” Valin asked.
“She’s a friend of mine,” Shyasha Rinkari replied. “She’s a sorceress.”
“You mean like a witch?” asked Faug.
“No, witches and sorceresses are two entirely different things; they have two entirely different brands of magic that have two totally different means of execution. It’s hard to explain. But do you see what I mean? Life out there would be hard for you since you both are from Anana and obviously know about a hundredth of what the rest of the world knows about magic and whatnot.”
“I think we should let her come with us, Faug,” Valin said. “She knows a lot. And she’s immortal.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Faug and Shyasha Rinkari asked together.
“Well, that mean’s you can’t be killed, doesn’t it?”
“Not exactly,” Shyasha Rinkari said. “I can be killed, it’s just really hard, and it doesn’t happen very often anyway. Not many immortals even bother with love anymore, number one because they think that living longer than everyone else means that you don’t need romance, for some reason, and number two, because it’s so risky for us.”
“What?” Valin wondered.
“There are two ways for elves, fairies, and their hybrids to die-a broken heart or bloody murder. Mind you, the latter is hard because the elves have made so much light but indestructible armor and the fairies move too fast and are generally too small and fast to be killed and all of us have stronger immune systems than humans so poisons have pretty much no effect.”
“Still, I think she should come with us,” Valin insisted.
“True enough,” conceded Faug.
“Well, then,” Shyasha Rinkari said. “Since we’re traveling together, I’ll have you know that my contract is with Dalar, and I never sign out my skills longer than a year and a day, so if we don’t get this done in less than the six weeks I have left, then I’m going to have to leave partway through. I’m not going into detail about my reasons for only signing myself out for that amount of time; it’s just the way I do things.”
“Fine,” Faug said. “When do we start?”
“Tonight, that is to say, when dark comes again. I’ll have paid for everything and will come for you. Be ready by midnight. We’ll be on the move by dawn.”
“Why?” Valin wondered.
“If you’re traveling with a blind ranger, you’ll need all the time you can have. And it won’t hurt, either. If you’re being tracked, leave when they don’t expect you to, in order to catch them off guard so they’ll have a job tracking you for a while.”
“You’re-” Valin started, but Shyasha Rinkari cut him off.
“Blind, yes. I don’t talk about it. It gives people the wrong impression. They think I can’t do anything except walk in a straight line and think things up because I can’t see. But the truth is that I can probably do more than some of the senior rangers.”
“How?”
“Instinct and hearing. Sight is only an asset; if you have it, great, but if you don’t, it won’t harm you.”
“What do you mean?” Faug wondered. He had been through combat training, and he had learned that sight was practically the only way to plot your next move, especially if you were going to have to block.
“You have a sword?” She asked Valin.
“Yes.”
Shyasha Rinkari drew her own sword. “Strike at me,” she ordered.
Apprehensively, Valin drew out his sword and aimed at her head, not intending to actually come in contact.
“Come on, boy, I’m not going to be able to prove anything if circumstances aren’t what they should be. Do a proper hit already.”
Valin obeyed, taking a quicker jab to her side. The other sword was there before he even got close.
“When you’re as old as I am, and you’re a hybrid, and you’re blind, it’s easier to tell, but the blindness helps.”
“How?”
“I think there’s something about the nature of anything when you lose one of the important senses permanently. Losing my sight has enhanced my hearing and my peripheral senses. Again, hybrids have very good hearing to begin with, but blindness makes it all the better. It will be harder for you, but you can do it.”
“I still don’t get it.”
“I can hear the sword,” she said simply. “It makes a noise when it goes through the air. I feel the wind of the motion so putting it all together, I can judge where it’s coming from, and block accordingly. It isn’t that hard. I can also sort of sense where people are, even in combat. Well, I can sense there’s something there, at least. But the point is, sight isn’t important. What are important are the sensing and the hearing. Sight is only confirmation of the truth.”
“But how can you tell that we’re guys?”
“That, my friend, is the most obvious thing ever. Even YOU could figure it out, and that’s saying something.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning you should have realized by now that guys have deeper voices than girls, even though they sometimes appear to be four or six years apart.”
"What do you mean, APPEAR to be four or six years apart?” Faug demanded. “And how do you know that he’s nineteen and I’m nine?”
“Good lord, you really do talk too much,” Shyasha Rinkari muttered under her breath. “Anyway, didn’t that waiter tell you that I was around four thousand years old? Well, I’m older than that. I’m four thousand seven hundred and thirteen. I froze at fifteen because; well…I think he talked about that, too. As for knowing your ages, Dalar told me. Enough talk for one night. I’m next door if you need me, but only need me if it’s an absolute emergency, here meaning if one of you is having a seizure, one of you is having a heart attack, one of you died, or the Wylds are downstairs and have set the place on fire. I trust you both brought your teddy bears. The bathroom is over there. Go talk to room service if you need some water or anything.” She turned to leave.
“Um…Shyasha Rinkari?” Faug said in a tentative voice. Valin knew it was his “I’m-jokingly-going-to-tick-her-off” type voice. “Can I have a bedtime story?”
“Fine,” Shyasha Rinkari said, pausing and turning around in the doorway and leaning against the frame. “Once upon a time there were two guys named Faug and Valin who were going on an adventure with an Elven Fairy who was cooler than both of them. Shyasha Rinkari was not in a very good mood on the night they met because she was tired, so by the time she started telling a story to Faug, who was nearly a grownup, she was ready to punch him in the face. The end. Goodnight.”
Laughing slightly, Faug and Valin said goodnight and turned to collapse into the beds. Thankfully, Shyasha Rinkari had gotten a room with two.
“I think she secretly likes me,” Faug said smugly in the dark.
“You are ridiculously full of it, my friend,” Valin replied.
“Well, she can’t like you, because you’re the chosen one,” Faug said. “And that boyfriend of hers from before ditched her, so she could use a guy to love her. What do you think?”
“I think,” Valin said, “that you have completely lost it. She’s more than just a pretty face, apparently. And I don’t think she likes you that way.”
“Why? I’m decently good looking, right?”
“Well, that’s beside the point. I don’t think girls like her are into guys like you. That’s not her type.”
“Oh, and you’re her type?”
“No.”
“You like her, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t.” Valin’s voice was defensive because, for the first time, he really wasn’t into a girl. Well, not this girl. Maybe Swega Perby in Anana, but not Shyasha Rinkari. She wasn’t the kind of girl he’d fall in love with.
“Who, then?”
“You know who.”
“Swega Perby?”
“Yeah.”
“Why do you like Swega Perby anyway? She isn’t that good looking.”
“Come on, just because a girl isn’t a looker doesn’t mean she’s not nice.”
“What do you see in Swega Perby?”
“A person who cares about things that are worth caring about, you know? Like she’s willing to wait if she needs to, and she’s really caring and gentle and stuff.”
“Yeah. Wish I knew a girl like that.”
“You’ll find someone eventually. Maybe that sorceress has a twin sister.”
"Or I could get together with that sorceress.”
“Shyasha Rinkari would murder you. And then chop you up and murder your individual little pieces.”
“Oh, well. Good night.”
“Night.”
Chapter 2
The next night, there was a soft knock on the door of room fifteen. The door opened silently, and two dark figures moved out to join the third, smaller figure in the hall. The three moved off quickly and silently and soon were on the road that led west, towards Norasona.
Shyasha Rinkari was glad to be out. She wasn’t blind, the farthest thing from it. She had only said that to get these two overly-talkative humans to shut up. She had closed her eyes during the demonstration, however, and she had been talking from personal experience when she talked about how you had intensified hearing and senses when you were blind-she had spent three years in a semi-blind state because of that near death experience when she was sixteen. Man, she hated that guy right now. That’s why she had nearly died-she had been in love, and he’d been nice, and they’d been together for years, and then he randomly decided that he was going to break up with her. She had even frozen at fifteen because she had been in such great shape anyway and it was such a good time of life. Her dad had frozen at thirty and then refrozen at fifty, and now all h did was complain about his back and cramps and whatever else. Shyasha sometimes got cramps, but that was only when she was dehydrated. From what she’d heard, her ex had gone into the wild and unfrozen, aged thirty years, and gone back to Norasona and taken over the ruled the city after her father because she’d run away. She hadn’t wanted to see that jerk’s face ever again. And yet, here she was, leading her two charges to witness her certain death. Death not because of the fact that her heart might break again, but death from the fact that she was going to end up trying to beat him up (which was now her lifelong ambition) and get killed by the security guards. Shyasha was now 2% in love with her ex (even after four thousand years and the fact that he looked old enough to reasonably be her father) and 98% ready to rip his guts out, mash them to a pulp, and feed them to his dog. That is, if he had a dog. If he didn’t, then the cat would get them. If he didn’t have a cat, then she would force feed them to someone. Maybe Faug. Faug was annoying. Really annoying. But reasonably funny.
“Shyasha Rinkari!” Faug said at that moment.
“It’s just ‘Shyasha’ when you’re talking to or about me,” Shyasha said. “If you stop talking so much you’d realize how stupid ‘Shyasha Rinkari’ sounds when both words are together.”
“It’s a cool name,” Valin said.
“Thanks,” Shyasha replied. “I honestly think it’s the worst name ever.”
“Well, don’t you know what ‘Valin’ means?” Valin asked.
“No.”
“Squirrel dung,” Faug sniggered.
“Very funny,” Shyasha said skeptically.
“It’s true,” Valin said.
“Seriously? That’s mean. Who’d want to name their kid ‘squirrel dung’?”
"Beats me,” Valin replied.
“Well, guess what ‘Faug means?” Faug insisted.
“Let me guess,” Shyasha joked. “Overlord of the idiots?”
“No,” Faug snorted. “It means ‘intelligent’.”
“Right,” Shyasha said in a skeptical tone. “Well, once you start living up to it; let me know, will you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Faug demanded.
“That you’re immature. And you haven’t picked up an obvious fact.”
“What obvious fact?” Faug demanded in the whiny tone that he did so well, being nine. “And I’m not immature.”
"Oh,” Valin said, comprehension suddenly dawning on his face.
“What?” Faug complained.
“I’m not blind.”
“WHAT?”
“I’m not blind,” Shyasha repeated. “Come on, you honestly expect a blind person to be able to walk through this town without guidance and somehow manage to not fall in the gutter at least twice? And about walking through this town, let’s shut up, because we could wake enemies and that’s not good, and we could provide more of a target for the Wylds, if they find us. Come on.”
They walked the rest of the way out of the town in silence. Shyasha was secretly laughing at Faug. He was so much fun to tease.
Chapter 3
Shyasha, Faug, and Valin walked steadily for a while, and then Faug started complaining, as Shyasha had predicted, in her head. What she hadn’t predicted was how much Faug picked up, and the extreme expanse of his imagination of language. He complained about everything, and cussed something out in the weirdest ways whenever he was annoyed. By the time they sat down for a proper breakfast, when the sun was properly up, he had gotten to the stage of plodding along with no real enthusiasm, his head lolling one way on one step and the other way on the next one. His face was pink from the strain to walk, talk, and complain all at the same time. He complained about everything there was to complain about-the time, the weather, the fact that they had to wake up at dawn, the speed at which they were going (first they were going too slow, now they were going too fast), the fact that his feet hurt, and everything else he could think of. He asked questions occasionally, but they usually consisted of words related to “when,” “are,” “we,” “going,” “to,” “get,” and “there.” Sometimes Faug would trip on a tree root, and he would holler out something like, “HOLY SON OF A YELLING POOP HEADED WORMY GOBLIN!!!”
“Where does he get these ideas?” Shyasha asked Valin, who was walking beside her. The pair was several paces ahead of Faug.
“He’s a writer,” Valin said. “Well, not a writer. His thing is really his comic books. He does stories about people who can shoot fire out of their noses and stuff. He’s really quite good. He’ll probably end up being either a comedian or have his own comic strip in the local newsletter.”
“What about you? What do you do?”
“I…don’t know.”
“Well, what are you good at?”
“It’s weird. You wouldn’t get it.”
“Really. Try me.”
“No, seriously. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Valin, you have to remember how old I am.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is that even though there are still a couple of surprises out there for me, I doubt that one of them is going to come in the form of a 19-year-old’s lifelong ambitions. Besides, if you don’t tell me, I’ll start singing, and you do not, on any terms, want to hear me sing."
“All right, all right. But don’t laugh, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Fine. I like to sew and…well…I knit.”
“You knit?”
“I told you it was weird.”
“No, it’s not weird.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not really. When you open up your own fabric shop, contact me and we’ll do a joint business or something. I can knit. Sort of.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Mind you, I haven’t picked up a pair of sticks in about fifty years, but, you know, I can learn. Or re-learn. Or whatever. I mean, I don’t have a lot of time to do it, but still.”
“Seriously? You’re not joking? And you don’t think I’m completely out of my mind or anything?”
“Yes, I’m serious, no, I’m not joking, and no, I don’t think you’re completely out of your mind or anything.”
“SWEET!”
“Whaat?” Faug complained.
“Nothing,” Valin said, grinning.
“When you say that-”
“It means he isn’t going to tell you why he’s grinning, so just drop it,” Shyasha told him.
“Are we there yet?” Faug moaned.
"No,” Shyasha said. “And you can stop asking that for another few days.”
“Are we going to eat soon?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Now.”
“Really?”
"If you promise to shut up for a while.”
“Done!!!”
I have some more typed up, but it's not on this computer. I was only able to post this bit because I had emailed it to my friend who moved to a different country. I also did a handwritten bit, but it comes later, so I'm not going to tell you what happens because that would be spoiling it, even though it's only like two pages to spoil, but what the heck. Plus, there's some transition stuff that I should post before I post what I have in the notebook with me.
This is probably my longest post ever, but what the heck. I don't care. Because it's a story, and stories are fun to write in my opinion. Because I'm a writer. And now I'm all hyper because I successfully put something that I wrote on the Internet for all to see. Okay, not ALL to see, but still. More people will be able to see it. And read it. And stuff.
So anyway, yesterday my mom got some binders for me because I really need to organize all the shit that my teachers hand out, especially my history teacher. Seriously. Mom got a two-inch binder for History, and it's already most of the way full and it's not even the end of the year yet. That's just sad. My history teacher is a very epic tree-killer.
I'm in a good mood, suddenly, for some reason. I don't know why showing people my writing does that, but it does. It's fun. And it's a nice day out and not too cold for once. But whatever. And now I'm just rambling. And stuff. I don't know whether I should open the blog to the general public because that might be kind of dangerous, but on the other hand, nobody really reads it anyway. I don't know.
So anyway, I'm going to have to go to class soon.
And I really don't want to.
Well, this was fun, but I have to go.
And learn.
Not that learning isn't fun.
It's just learning the stuff we're doing in science right now....it's really boring.
Just to let you know.
But now I'm all ORGANIZED so I don't have to worry.
Not really, anyway.
But I left my three-hole punch at home, which is really annoying, because I won't be able to clip stuff into my snazzy new *science binder* (jazz hands!) and I'll probably end up losing it.
The worksheet the teacher hands out, I mean.
I'm already crazy enough as it is.
So anyway, I'm going to go to class now, and actually be on time for once!
Or maybe even early!
Class doesn't technically start for another ten minutes, but oh well.
I have no idea why I'm putting a new sentence on each line, but oh well.
I guess I want to make this post longe
“Okay.”r.
Or something.
I don't know.
Nobody's going to read it anyway.
Except for me.
:)
Goodbye.
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