Monday, November 17, 2008 - The Forgotten Princess: Chapter VI: The Death Game
Wow.....I haven't updated in what seems like years, have I?
Sorry, DeviantART and school have me tied up. And finishing highschool is not as easy as it looks, trust me. Collage looms......anyway ^^
Please don't kill me for the action, whoever you are, who is faithful enough to read this.
Love you all, once I have time, I will post more often, so it doesn't seem like I fell off the face of the earth--which I didn't! Lolz
Theres alot of stuff in this chapter, (which is my favourite chapter) that you all may not catch. Sadly. Are you smart enought to catch it? Try looking. This is one of the most important chapters, so please take your time and read it!
~The Forgotten Princess~
~Chapter VI~
~The Death Game~
An ear piercing laugh emitted the air, chilling my blood in its place. Shivers and Goosebumps ran up and down my spine, adding to my discomfort.
I looked over, watching Dax’s chest rise and fall in a menacing laugh. E pulled her sword into a fighting stance beside her, making the situation clear enough.
Dropping Hai Bei quickly, (his white fur blotched with drops of my blood) I grasped my own sword and readied for the fight of my life.
My neck stung, the blood slowing its rush but still moving. But that didn’t matter. I had to stick it out….and fight….probably ‘til the death.
“You know, if I killed you…” Dax muttered, stopping his laughing, and drawing his own sword.
“I could mount your head on my wall.” He finished, drilling his eyes into mine.
“Shut up Dax. We’re only fighting to disarm, not to kill.” E warned, taking four steps closer toward me.
Breathing deeply, I prepared myself for battle mentally. If this was my end….no—I wouldn’t let it be. Within seconds, Dax charged at me, lashing out his sword, giving me almost no time to react.
Running his sword forward, it sliced against my shoulder. Splitting the skin, little droplets of blood poured out. Not caring about the slice, I jutted forward, blocking his next attack by clashing metal against metal.
I turned to the left, using the tip of my sword as a shield as I made my way in a circle around the man. Ducking downward in a low crouch, I missed decapitation by seconds.
Fighting one would be doable….but two?
I rolled to the left, under E’s own feet, and ended up slamming my side into a boulder when I rose back up to my fighting stance. Grasping a niche in the rock, I flipped upward into it sideways, until I stood tall on its top. My muscles moved under my skin as quickly as time would allow, blood dripping down my body and staining the rock from my shoulder and my neck. I quickly jumped back down—simply just to gain momentum.
Looking downward, I saw E was closest, staggering to her feet as Dax caught his breath. Choosing my target, I did something I had never done before. Gathering my willpower and strength, I half jumped half slid off the tip of the blood stained boulder.
Flying through the air, I stuck out my ankle, curving my foot inside my boot, only seconds before my boot made contact with E’s face. Falling forward onto my knees and quickly getting back up, I disregarded the moans from the blonde woman. She fell backward, her head twisted unnaturally, dropping to the grass, blood spraying across like water.
Standing to my feet, breathing hard, I tried not to lose my pace. Turning left and then right, striking out at each angle, I seemed to never land a solid blow to Dax as E struggled to stay breathing at our feet.
Gathering my strength and speed, I spun to the left, (splattering blood against the grass as my arm flung) and struck Dax on the side, drilling my sword between two of his ribs, drawing what seemed like a river of red, sticky, blood.
“PAYBACK!” I shouted, as I blocked another attack.
We all were bleeding, tired, restless, but would never give up; whether our pride was too great, or our will to live was too powerful, neither of us cared.
Fire and hatred burned in Dax’s eyes as our swords met once more, and our faces came close. A cut above my eyebrow forced a strip of red liquid to run down my cheek, the sensation tickling my pale skin. Our eyes rammed into each other metaphorically trying to strike fear. It didn’t happen.
I wasn’t scared of Dax, and he obviously wasn’t scared of me.
“Give up now, and I’ll let you live.” He whispered as pain and his hard breathing clouding his swords like a black cloth.
“If you think I’d give up,”
Raising my eyebrows, I took my left hand and did something I hadn’t done in a while. I had missed the feeling, no matter how bad I knew that sounded. Raising my curled fist upward, I took his hard stare and turned it into a distraction—punching his chin, forcing his neck to move upward in a crack.
“You don’t know me well enough!”
Pain jammed through his face as he slid backward in his boots, our swords departing. Lifting a beat and bloody hand he grasped his chin, trying to comfort himself.
This is dragging on. At this rate, I’ll never survive. I thought, looking down at all of the blood. Bruise after bruise, wound after wound, and cut after cut had begun to worsen as each minuet dragged on.
Pain shot up my leg. I looked down to see that when I had kicked E, I had also twisted my ankle. Just what I wanted.
Sticky blood dripped down my leg, sinking into the cloth, and soiling my skin. It drooped slowly, barley even moving. I stood there, leaning back on my hips, panting harder every second.
E rose up behind me, recovering quickly from my blow to her face. She rose, slowly, and I turned to meet her.
Her appearance made me want to run away—horrified at what I had supposedly done.
Her clothes were ripped, her braids had come undone, and her skin seemed practically dyed in red fluid.
Her eyes burned with fire, not passionate fire….but fire read to kill.
“You’re quick.” She pointed out, wiping blood down the back of her hand from her mouth. Her chest rose and fell in a panting movement.
I grinned manically, blood running down my own cheek from my mouth, and my forehead. “That I am!” I shouted, charging at her.
Shoving my sword into its sheath without care, I moved my legs as fast as possible. But E just seemed to stand there, stunned, and seemed to be in something like a trance. Starring at me….looking through me….Not showing mercy or concern, I quickly reared my right hand backward, curled it into a fist, and punched her perfectly white face once more.
She flew backward, her body twisting and spinning in the air. Hitting the ground with much force, she turned and rolled, until she finally came to a stop all the way on the other side of the clearing. She lay still, almost dead and not breathing she seemed.
Landing on my feet, I stood there, staring at her….wishing I hadn’t. Her sword was lost, (it had flown off somewhere when she flew backward) so did that mean she would simply just rely on her hands or Spirit Magic?
“E is weak, and follows the old ways,” Dax said. Metal slid out of a sheath, and I turned quickly.
Turning around in a split second, I held up my sword, just in time to block Dax’s death blow.
“You’ll have to be quicker with your Dark Arts to beat me!” I shouted, pushing forward onto him.
Our swords clashed again, pushing down upon each other. My face was inches away from his. So close, that a drop of my blood fell on his forehead.
Wincing, he pushed upward in a jolt, casting my strength away, and forcing me to the ground.
My back arced in the air as I fell backward, a perfect and painful curve of human brilliance. My hands grew loose, my sword dropped to the grassy floor. Grass, pine-straw, and anything else snapped in two as its sharp side hit the ground, my form following in seconds.
Everything seemed to stand still; time seemed to stop completely as I fell.
My breathing slowed up, practically not even there anymore.
You can’t fail now….
My hair flew upward, slowly and gracefully falling into the stale air like a bird free from its cage. It wasn’t attached to my scalp….
My beautiful black hair, long and wavy, my pride and the only thing that made me beautiful, had been cut.
Sliced
Torn
Ripped
I watched my hair, my black beautiful hair; fly away like a freed animal into the air, never to return.
Each strand began to split from their partner, ripping in half their union.
My head hit the ground first, with a loud bang, my body followed.
I lay there, just laying there.
My hair was cut half its length.
My body was beat and bloody, tired from the sudden battle.
My mind screamed, emotionally shot.
But I wouldn’t give up.
Dax towered over me, a sinister smile spread upon his face.
Lifting his sword, his eyes gleamed and seemed to reflect a strange emotion.
I tried, but I couldn’t move. My muscles were shot, and considering how much blood I had just recently lost, I didn’t blame them.
“You know, she only came along to make sure you got to the West Spirit Realm without any bruises.” He murmured, looking over at his limp sister, barley breathing, simply fighting the will to stay alive and keep breathing.
Wiping his sword the edge of his cape, draining the black cloth in red blood, he smiled me a sinister smile.
“But I came to kill you.”
I closed my eyes, spent. Shot. I didn’t care about asking what the West Spirit Realm was now, which I probably would have if I was even able to breathe.
“Then kill m….e….and fulfill your pit….pitiful manly p…pride.” I spat, fighting pain and rolling over onto my stomach.
Blood poured out onto the grass from my neck and every other wound as I turned, gravity forcing it to leave me.
Staggering to my knees, and then to my feet, I put a hand over my left eye.
Red blood drained down my face and accidentally lapsed into my eye. Covering it red, I couldn’t see out of it.
The losses of precious blood made me light headed and slow to my speed and wit.
My neck stung, blood pouring out like a tiny river. My feet pained, my twisted ankle not helping.
My head swung side to side, used to the heaviness of my long hair. I looked down at my black strands sprayed across the ground, mourning my loss. It was probably obvious I wasn’t too happy about loosing my hair, if you looked into my eyes, you’d probably find your answer there.
“Pathetic wimp. Hair is hair. But a woman’s hair is her pride, as they say.” He whispered, digging into my emotional strength.
“Your more….p…athetic then I…..am—” I gasped, blood trickling out of the left corner of my mouth, making it hard to talk.
“Oh? And why is that?” He asked, sheathing his sword, which was now clean.
I turned my head slightly, trying to cause as less pain as possible to my neck slit. I looked down at my sword, which would be impossible to grab in my condition and situation.
Looking back at him, who seemed to stand tall and proud, I cursed out his name under my breath.
Is he some super mortal? Staying here in the Spirit World this long, should have killed him by now...
His face was dirty, bloody, bruised and scared—but he still seemed to retain his menacing smile.
He seemed a little hunched over, probably from the broken rib I had enforced. Blood dripped down off of everyone—no one seemed to be spared by injury.
“Because,” I finally spat out, calling upon my Spirit Magic I knew he didn’t have—like his sister did.
Raising my hand, my fingers stretched out, I turned away and closed my eyes.
I could feel the power rising up inside me, ripping and slashing to get out already.
Releasing it by clenching my fist, a small tear began to build up upon my closed eyelids.
A choking sound emitted the air, along with a gasp.
I turned my head away from my act, I couldn’t watch, even though I was doing it.
E raised her head, lightly at first, but then almost completely. Watching what I was doing with mixed feelings, our eyes met.
I tried to show in my face I was sorry, but this was how it was going to end….but she didn’t seem to return the message.
“You….r….brave.” She stuttered, pain clogging her words.
Tears fell down her eyes, seeming so beautiful was if they were crystallized.
I looked away and down at my feet, but clenched fist growing tighter and tighter.
“If you only knew me, you’d regret saying that…” I replied, trying to clear the blood from my throat.
“You’ve broken my neck….and I…can’t last much….longer…” her words twiddled away at the end, shock and awe coursing through me.
“No life can be held higher then my own.” I muttered, starring through her blonde hair that hung in her face, hiding her tears and fears.
I turned my head, back to what I was doing.
“Fight me…instead.” E pleaded, trying to save Dax from his fate I was pressing upon him.
I shook my head back and forth as my grip on my magic tightening. I was killing Dax….grip my grip…inch by inch…second by second.
Dax gasped and chocked again, his breathing almost stopping completely.
“No.” I finally said. “I snapped your neck. It wouldn’t be fair; you should be dead by now anyway.”
“Then give….Dax a…fighting….chance. We all have….another ch…ance.” She pleaded, her last words spilling out along with her life.
A soft thud hit the ground, vibrating all the way toward me. E’s head fell and her heart stopped beating.
Emotional pain coursed through me, forcing me to do what I knew was right, but I didn’t want to do it.
Come on….let go…you know you should…
Biting my bloody lip, tearing the pink skin, I closed my eyes again and gave up. Completely.
Dropping to my knees, and then onto the balls of my hands, I stood there, blood and sweat draining off of me, panting, staring at the ground that I grasped between my long and blood fingers.
Dax dropped to the ground, his breath returning quicker than usual.
Having me kneeling there, hunched over and beat, blood and sweat pouring down like rain, made me realize what I had just done.
Dax lay on his left side, blood pouring out of his wound slashed across his ribs. His hands were wrapped around his throat, his lungs gasping for air.
“If you….think I’m weak….for letting…you go—” I said, a clog of blood spattering out of my lips, probably from the wound on my own rib cage.
“Think again.” I finished.
Dax looked up at me, silently thanking me for my mercy. If I would have tightened my fist anything inch tighter, this man before me, would have died in my supernatural grasp.
His head then turned to E, lying on the other side of the clearing. Dead. His eyes widened, flicking back from my face and his friends body.
“My….sis…ter…” He muttered.
My body went cold. His sister?! I killed his sister!
Sour realization hit me as quickly as possible, draining out the last of my strength.
Crawling to my feet, grasping my sword, I walked away from the clearing.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008 - The Forgotten Princess: Chapter V: The Finding
Im sorry for getting this to you all sooooooooo late, but I've been really bussy with school :)
For Piratenin, and Pet. Thank you both so very much
~The Forgotten Princess~
~Chapter V~
~The Finding~
NOTE: Oh yeah, PLEASE don't kill me for the next chapter, which has alot of gory description (most of it simply just blood description) and a sensible amount of action. DON'T HATE ME FOR IT!!!! Its gory, but none the less, its good in my book :) Okay! On with it already Avii! Lolz
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My feet hit the ground slowly; perfectly in sync with my little companions own footsteps.
My left hand rested upon his furry little head, rubbing the fur back and forth between my long pale fingers.
We both walked around a small cluster of trees surrounding many clearings, walking simply to walk.
“And then, when I was five and a half, I broke my finger when I fell off a high tree branch.” I muttered, continuing my stream of ranting that had transpired over the past hour.
"And once, I broke my foot....and I also cut my ankle too!"
Hai Bei simply nodded his head as we continued walking, puffing stale air out of his mouth, and onto the grass.
His shoulders rubbed against my thighs, tickling my skin softly.
Guru Pathik was right, talking to someone who couldn’t talk back, was so much more helpful than just not talking about whatever to anyone at all…
“I’ve told you everything about me, little one….but where did you come from? How did you die?” I asked, my feet slowing, looking into the little panda’s eyes.
Hai Bei suddenly stopped walking, and sat down. He hung his head, and closed his big black eyes.
My heart felt like dying, completely transfixed by the sudden stop of his movement.
Why would he just stop like that?
Stopping myself, I turned, and knelt next to him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I blew in his ear, making it flick back and forth. His eyes brightened.
Within only four hours of being together, we’ve grown closer then close.
I closed my eyes, and waited for him. One minute passed…then two….then eight….then thirty….and then an hour.
My knees screamed to let them go of their bounds of cartilage, clawing at my mind. Pain surged through my legs, and my stiff back.
I sighed, and tilted my head, trying to make it obvious that I didn’t want to sit here all day.
I yelped suddenly, falling backward onto the grassy covered ground, my shoulders and head smacking against the ground within the time span of a few split seconds.
A presence, subdued my mind, resting itself in my walls. Rubbing around, clawing and messing with my memories like a worm eating away at dirt.
“You’re a weakling, no older than a decade.” I strange, smooth and almost cold voice said within my mind, turning my insides ice cold.
“Weaklings….maybe….stronger…..then you….think…” I murmured, pain elapsing my words.
Opening my wet eyes, I looked around at the clearing, trying to find the source of my discomfort. I found none.
Everything was as I had seen it before, clam and clear.
I lay in a clearing, thick forests of clustered trees surrounding it like a barbwire fence.
Sunlight, eerie and comforting, spilled through the cracks between the thin tree branches, casting shadows and small dark patches across the Spirit World ground.
Huge boulders lay across the clearing, like dotted shells across the sea shore. Their gray surfaces were splashed against with green and yellow light, dry leaves landing upon their curves and outlines.
“WEAKLING! RESPOND!” The voice sounded off again, expect this time, the source revealed itself.
A dark figure jumped from a tree branch, flipping in the air, and landed softly on the tip of a boulder. It stood to about five foot six, only an inch taller then I was.
A long black cape rested at his shoulders, and hung down to his ankles, flowing in perfect proportion.
He wore black boots, thick, and made of hearty leather; much like mine.
His face was tan, almost a dark brown, and filled to the rim with determination. An odd looking sword, colored green and what seemed to be shinning, was grasped by his hand.
I slowly stood up, reaching for my own sword. If he came to fight me, I would fight back.
“State your business here. I can tell you are not of the Spirit World. There is life in your veins.” I shouted across the clearing, starring deep into his eyes.
I felt Hai Bei leap to his feet with silent urgency.
Jumping to my own feet, my right hand grasping my long red sword, I slowly walked toward my sudden opponent.
“My business here—is you.” He replied, jolting off the boulder and standing inches away from my face within seconds.
My hair flew backward from the force of his movement, my eyes blinked, but stayed focused on his.
His face was only two inches away from mine, though he was an inch taller; It made me feel uncomfortable….and vunerable.
Our eyes locked for eight agonizing seconds. Just having him star into my eyes….was something I couldn’t prolong any farther.
He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped when someone else’s voice cut his own off.
“Did you find her, yet, Dax?”
Dax’s head turned slightly, looking behind the boulder from which he had just came. His brown-ish green eyes rolled, annoyed at the source of the voice.
Leaning slightly over I peered over his shoulder to see who else was coming.
A tall woman, around five seven or so, hopped onto the boulder Dax had previously been on, and stood there catching her breath.
She looked more revealing than her counterpart, and a little less haunting.
Her long, wavy, blonde hair flowed to one side, bits of leaves were weaved into three of her thick braids.
A turquoise shirt, long sleeved and shoulder cut, was plastered flat to her bodes. Its brilliant color was matched with two brown leather belts tied across her chest in an X shape.
The shirt and it’s wide sleeves flowed to the left along side the wind, obeying to the will of nature.
A pair of tight brown leggings were wrapped around her muscular long legs, and bunched up around her tall brown leather boots.
A small smile was painted upon her face, her blue eyes flashing.
Hopping off the boulder just as fast as Dax had, she ran toward me.
Panic and fear rose from me stomach, driving me to move backward.
Within seconds, Dax was behind me, his strange sword pressed to my neck, a hand grasping my waist, making sure I wasn't going anywhere.
My sword instantly rose to match his, both of them pressing down on each other. The sword began to rub against my neck, cutting it slightly.
Sweet and sticky blood ran down my neck and chest, dripping onto the soft ground as the skin sliced from the force of his sword.
Hai Bei yelped, running toward me like a rabid dog. Rage and worry lapsed in his irises, passion burned around his pupil.
Running toward me within and instant was all it took for this woman to react. Raising her hand, her fingers stretched out, her face turned cold.
Seconds later, Hai Bei rose into the air, completely frozen. Three feet off the ground, he stayed there, breathing harder and faster than ever.
Fear grasped my throat; from the loss of blood, and from seeing Hai Bei suspended from some kind of Spirit Magic.
“Don’t do anything rash, Dax.” The woman cooed, looking straight through me at Dax.
“Neither you, E.” He replied, digging his sword deeper into the throat.
I wanted to scream, the pain was so intense. More blood dripped down my neck, down my hand and then down my chest, soaking my clothes into a deeper red.
“Dax, we came to capture her, not kill her.” E warned, moving closer…..and closer…..and closer.
Dax moved backward a little, pulling me with him.
My sword dug deeper against his, sliding upward until it rested against his hand. I pushed, slicing his right hand.
Blood poured out, from both of our wounds.
I struggled against his grasp, pulling and pushing away from him.
What did they want with me? Why were they hurting us?
Pain began to engulf me, I was almost to the point of collapsing; I had lost so much blood. Desperate, I looked downward.
Lifting my leg, I kicked backward, not caring where my foot struck. A groan and a yelp screeched from behind me.
Dax let his sword drop, falling to the soft ground with a thump. E’s eyes widened, stunned at my action.
I rushed forward, falling on my hands and knees.
Scrambling to my feet before anything else could happen, I ran toward Hai Bei. Just in time too, for E’s grasp withered away to nothing, and the little panda cub fell into my arms.
One hand grasping my sword, the other grasping Hai Bei (now covered in drops of blood), I looked toward my two enemies.
“Who are you,” I said firmly, watching as Dax stood up from his knees.
Saturday, October 25, 2008 - The Forgotten Princess: Chapter VI: Invisible Tears
Here it is!!! Dedicated to Mochi, wuv you gurl!!!! :D
~The Forgotten Princess~
~Chapter VI~
~Invisible Tears~
I exhaled my stale breath… in and out…inhale and exhale….in perfect timed rhythm.
I had just stood up, but now that all of my saddened memories were flooding back, I could care less about being strong and standing tall.
Slowly walking toward the closest wall, I turned, leaned myself up against it, and slowly slid down until I became planted upon the cold wood floor.
The panels rubbed against my back and thighs as I moved into a comfortable position, crossing my arms over my knees, tucking them close to my chest, leaning my head back upon the wall, closed my eyes, and began to sink back into my memories.
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A squeak and a giggle, mixed together in perfect harmony, rose out of my mouth as two hands grasped me waist and pulled my off the floor.
“Now remember, when heating tea you must do it veeeeeery precisely.” My uncle’s hazy voice echoed across the kitchen hall with a amused undertone.
His warm hands grasped my waist, swinging me through the air.
Suddenly, he stopped, and moved toward the open tea pot, steam seeping out of its edges.
“Noooo! Not the tea pot of doom! Show mercy!” I playfully yelped, covering my eyes with me little six year old hands.
But he showed no mercy, until I began to squeak and squeal, trying desperately to wiggle out of his grasp when I felt the wisps of steam against my pale face.
Playful fear clutched and my heart, but I trusted my uncle, Iroh, not to drop me into the tea pot, which I didn’t think would really be possible considering my size…
I was suddenly was pulled back, and quickly set on the floor.
My head span as I rubbed my strands of black hair out of my face, which had brushed them selves there when I was flying around in the air.
“What’s the matter Uncle?” I asked, looking up at my Uncle’s red Fire Nation coat which flipped and flowed as he poured our tea.
The warm water swished around in the tea pot, making my mouth water at the sound.
I loved tea, a lot, more then normal six year olds….but not as much as my Uncle.
“Uuuuuncle!!” I whined, wanting my tea faster. “Come on, tea doesn’t stand still, you know.”
I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, my little fire nation attire creasing and wrinkling. I grunted, crawled to my knees and then onto my feet.
My leather boots rubbed against each other as I struggled to stand upon my feet. I had dislocated my ankle a couple of years before, and I had always had a problem with my ankles.
“Oh no,” Iroh mumbled. “Tea doesn’t stand still!”
I grunted. “That’s not what I meant.”
I tapped my foot against the ground, silently asking him to hurry up.
“You’re more like Lou-Ten then you think, young Princess Triss.” He whispered, half to himself.
The tea slowly poured out from the tea pot, colored red with gold dragons, into two solid gold cups. Small enough for my little hands, everyone says.
A smile spread upon my face.
“Uncle?” I asked as was walked over to the cushions laid upon the floor, and sat upon them, sipping our tea.
“Peeeeeeeeeeerfect.” Uncle Iroh whispered as he drank his tea. “Hmm?”
I looked down toward my feet, and placed my cup upon the table placed before me.
“You say I’m like Lou-Ten…..though that makes me wonder….why? Where is he? I never see him.”
I gulped, knowing that I probably shouldn’t have asked that question.
Everyone knew that Lou-Ten has been dead for two years by that point, and Iroh was still taking his death rather hard….but I wanted to know exactly how he died.
Raising my head, black strands of hair falling slowly out of my bun from underneath my little crown, I explored his expression.
His face was somber and solemn, looking down at his hands, which held his cup of tea.
Suddenly, the cup fell to the floor, shattering into a million pieces.
The tea leaves laid across the floor, like tears against a snow covered face. The water seeped into the dry wooden floor, trickling all around.
The noise of the shattered gold cup shocked me; gold didn’t shatter so easily, did they?
Did Uncle Iroh…..purposely shatter it or…..what?
“Uncle…..I didn’t mean to…..I was just curious….and…..” I cursed myself for asking that question as my eyes watched four servants clean up the shattered gold cup from the wood floor.
“He died in battle….though I have no real idea how.” He replied, lifting his eyes to look straight into mine.
His soft brown eyes seeped into mine, as if trying to dissect their very meaning. Shivers ran up and down my spine, shaking my knees out of their comfortable place.
“I’m sorry I asked.” I mumbled as a tear fell down his eye, and he slowly evaporated it.
“It’s nice that we’re Firebenders. No one can tell if we’re crying or not.” I smiled, trying to amuse the situation, attempting to lift the veil of sadness.
“Emotions or something we don’t show….us Fire Nation folk. And tears are the most emotional sign….” He muttered, creating a flame within his hand, moving it closer to me.
My eyes fixed themselves upon the flame. Its color….its heat….it’s perfect brilliance. Completely transfixed, I felt my breathing slow, and my eyes dilate.
“Grasp it.” He cooed.
And I listened.
Reaching my hand out, I spread my fingers and called upon my chi.
My hand on top, his on the bottom, both of our hands sustained the small flame.
Drawing his hand back, I was left holding the tiny heartbeat. Its life flowing into me, I left alive and bright.
“I have to go, but please, ask the flame all your questions. Give it your emotions….your element is the only thing that can give you what you want, without giving it to someone else."
I looked into his eyes and he stood up, fixed his coat, and walked slowly away.
“Oh, and Triss,”
I looked up from the small flame, a smile painted upon my face
He smiled wide, imitating my expression.
Thursday, October 23, 2008 - The Forgotten Princess: Chapter III: Cry
This is the next chapter, dedicated to Coco, my Twinzies sister!!! Such a cutie, and an Earthbender too! I'm a Firebender, but hey, close enough. :D I hope you like it, Coco!
Well, and everybody else too :)
Inspired by Rihannah's song CRY
Enjoy!
~The Forgotten Princess~
~Chapter III~
~Cry~
"Stop...." I groaned as my head rolled back and forth, trying to brake free of my memories.
I groaned again, I wished I hadn't subbmitted to my memeories.....once, I hadn't come out of my Memory Trance for three days.
"STOP!" I shouted, but my mind wouldn't brake.
"Curse my strong will." I muttered, my eyes rolling back into my head as another memory took over.
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My hands curled around the tiny pagoda’s top as my body lifted itself up and down...up and down...up and down.
My only friend, Guru Pathik, sat below me in a meditating position.
Sweat beads began to form on my skin, some parts starting to itch.
I’m not going to stop. Nothing can stop me. I thought, a determined little ten year old.
My hands tightened their grasp, my shoulders straining. I began to gasp for air. I had been doing hand-stand push ups on this pagoda’s top for almost two hours straight, but I hadn’t yet reached my goal.
Just a little more. Go for it. Push the pain away. Don’t think about it. I encouraged myself.
It seemed, I was my only encouragement. Sure, I had Jun…and my dad…but they just weren’t enough.
I was stronger then this.
I didn’t need to cry.
I shouldn’t cry.
I wouldn’t cry.
But I didn’t have my mother. That was what I wanted.
At the thought of my mother, my concentration snapped, and so did my grasp.
My shoulders slid out of place, I fell backward, my body swinging like a monkey-bird as I slid around.
The pagoda’s wood rasped itself against the palms of my hands, burning them. A little screech emitted my lips.
My body swung back and forth, hanging under the pagoda like a monkey-bird by its tail.
But the thing was, I didn’t have a tail. So, that meant I really had no balance either.
With each swing, Guru Pathik moved his bust out of the way, not even bothering to help me.
Gravity soon went to work, loosening my grasp, and only showing me that I wasn’t exactly in control here.
My hands let themselves go, and I flew forwards. Closing my eyes, lifting my hands slowly from instinct that I had called upon too much throughout my young years, I prepared myself to make contact with the watery surface.
And sure enough, I soon fell. Hitting the small amount of water quickly, pain tingling upon my weary body, I tried to breath.
Stupid mistake. I lived it the Spirit World, but I couldn’t breath under two feet of murky water.
Lifting myself out of the water with my forearms, I gasped for breath. My lungs gratefully took it.
Good, at least that part of my body was working. My brain on the other hand…
Turning over onto my back, my whole body submersed itself in the dirty water.
My head broke the surface, I closed my eyes, and sighed.
I could get nothing right. I groaned and growled as I dragged myself to my knees and attempted to detach all of the sea weed strands and even strange kinds of tiny fish away from my form.
When that was finished, I raised my wet head defiantly, and ran toward the pagoda, rage and frustration eating my alive.
“AAAAUUUUURRRRGGGHHH!!!” I screamed, punching the Pagoda’s wood column with my fist.
I felt no pain. I wasn’t looking for any.
I was stronger then this.
I didn’t need to cry.
I shouldn’t cry.
I wouldn’t cry.
Fire danced around the pagoda, reflecting in my eyes. The heat didn’t bother me, so I placed my hand upon the wood, fire dancing around my own hand.
I closed my eyes in defeat, hung my head, and fell to my knees.
“I’ve tried for two months. I should have been able to do that by now.” I stated, hatred toward myself rising up in my words.
But then my mother had to go and get in the way.
I was stronger then this.
I didn’t need to cry.
I shouldn’t cry.
I wouldn’t cry.
“Well, you won’t be able to practice ever again.” The Guru replied, a little giggled following.
My head raised toward him, my eyes burning with green and amber fiery passion.
“How so?” I asked.
My hand slid off of the wood, the whole pagoda already dancing in flames.
I slowly crawled over to the meditating Guru, and fell onto my side next to him; in the act, lacing my hair in dirt.
His brown eyes opened for the first time in four hours. Looking around, he found what he was looking for.
“Yuck.” I spat as he took a sip of his onion and banana juice.
“You burned it.”
I stifled a laugh, even though I wasn’t in a laughing mood. I did burn the pagoda, so it was only natural that I couldn’t practice on it.
Actually, that made perfect sense. And now that it did, I took that time to laugh.
Guru Pathik soon joined in.
“Now, pray tell, why was your concentration broken?” He asked.
My eyes ripped open, his own meeting mine.
I looked away, my answer reflecting plain as day across my pale, wet, scarred, face.
“Your mother left for a very good reason.”
“If it was so good, then for the love of the Elements, she should have told me.” I grumbled, slowly pushing myself up, and then going into a cleaner part of the water to lather the dirt out of my hair.
“It was not the right time to tell you. Besides, you were only a year old.”
“THEN MAYBE SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE FREAK'N LEFT ME!”
I began to cry, though I hid my face.
I was stronger then this.
I didn’t need to cry.
I shouldn’t cry.
I wouldn’t cry.
Wiping the back of my hands across my eyes, I turned back around to see my friend.
“Tell me, why won’t you let anyone see you cry, dear one?” He asked.
I turned back around, hugged myself, and hung my head. I wasn’t going to answer…I couldn’t.
“Triss?” He gently pressed.
I shook my head, tears flying. No one had ever seen me cry. And I would have liked it to have stayed that way, until I felt two old, crinkled, warm, and comforting hands grasp my shoulders.
I turned around, my eyes blood-shot.
Pathik stood above me…Looking down on me…Smiling at me…
He pulled me into a warm and reassuring hug, and I returned it.
My chest rose and fell. I exhaled and inhaled my breath with a choppy air, sounding kind of strange.
“Your only ten. You make life harder then it has to be, dear one.” He murmured.
“Age is but a number. And there is no life here, I’m dead, remember?” I replied.
I pulled myself away from him. I could stand alone. I didn’t need a hug.
“Don’t block a chakra, or your chi, your forcing yourself to be so independent.” He gently warned.
I turned around and hung my head once more.
“I could care less about blocking whatever. I just want my mother back.” I replied, letting go of a lot of what had been bottled up inside for too long.
I was stronger then this.
I didn’t need to cry.
I shouldn’t cry.
I wouldn’t cry.
I could sense Guru Pathik take a step backward.
I followed. One step after another. Until I stood my back bumped up against something.
It was solid, and a bit furry. My knees twisted, my body following.
I then came face to face with the seventh Spirit I had ever met.
A panda.
Just that.
A panda.
“Um…is this like, some kind of sick joke?” I asked, rubbing my head, my cheeks blushing.
Guru Pathik probably knew I loved panda’s.
“This is Hai Bei.” He said, standing behind me.
I looked upward, and smiled, tears leeking into my mouth.
“If your not going to cry to me, cry to him. He can’t talk. Though he can listen better then anyone.”
I looked back down at the little panda cub. He was so adorable…
Trust began to build up in my heart, pounding at its cage bars, screaming to get out.
I sensed Guru Pathik, my guardian, my friend, leave me alone with this Hai Bei.
My eyes locked with the little panda’s eyes.
I was stronger then this.
I didn’t need to cry.
I shouldn’t cry.
But I was going to cry.
Saturday, October 18, 2008 - From Avii, on behalf of Katara
Dear eveyone, but especially Pet, Mochi, Dax, and Ipad.
I think you all know what happened on Friday night, and I formily want to say that Katara is deepyly sorry, and yes, it turns out Katara was Moony's younger brother.
He meant NO HARM WHATSOEVER! I talked to him, and he really is down, and extremely sorry for what he said to all of us. It started as a funny prank, but as soon as I over-reacted (good going Avii) thats when everything went a little to the left.
Im sorry for all of the mixed feelings, hurt feelings, and confusion! He meant no harm, and wants to say that he is completely 100% sorry to each and every one of you(us) and really wants everyone NOT to hate him.
Everything is taken care of, and I doubt he'll come back without something good and 'clean' to say next time.....which I think would be a while. He's grounded for a loooong time, and is being watched so seriously, everything is okay!
Be at peace, everyone, Moony and I (mostly Moony) fixed it, and want to send a formal apoligy out to everyone, on Katara's behalf and our own, saying were truely and deeply sorry, and it will never ever happen again.
The coast is clear, so please, come out and come back! The cbox is safe, and I've done som SERIOUS modifications, to where if your not on my list (which most of you are) your not getting on.
Almost everyone on HSB and from NICK has been added, but still, nothing is going to bite you, so you CAN come back to the cbox!!!
He says he's sorry, again. And the comments about him being 36, having a wife, yeah, not true.
I am an Authoress under the penname of Avii.
I am a HomeSchooler, who is very creative and loves fiction books. I am deffinantly a Bibliophile!
I am a proud Catholic, and a very proud Eowyn fan!!!
My blog is a small peak into the many asspects of my character and how she views the world. Hence, fiction meets reality.
Frustration is masked creativty, (tm)
Avii(c)
Avii at her Finest by ~ForeverWriting on deviantART
You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.
You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.
Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.
And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!
Idealistic and thoughtful, you have the mind and ideas to change the world.
And you have the charisma of a great leader, even if you don't always use it!
The purpose of your life: saying truths that other people dare not say
Famous purples include: Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Susan B. Anthony
Careers for you to try: Political Activist, Inventor, Life Coach
Your personality type is goofy, imaginative, relaxed, and brilliant.
Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 2% of all women and 6% of all men
You are Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Perceiving.
You are quite introverted. You enjoy keeping to yourself and cultivating your talents.
You are dedicated and focused. If practice makes perfect, you're willing to keep practicing.
While some people may dismiss you as boring, you can be quite edgy and interesting.
You can fit in almost anywhere... and your style ranges from conservative to funky.
You are a Jedi Master!! You are brave, wise, and very loyal to the Jedi Code. The greater good is more important to you than personal feelings, so you may seem unsympathetic to some. Who cares, though; becuase you have awesome Force powers! Quiz by TheQuizzery.comLava dragon
What kind of dragon are you?
You don't act much, but your powerful when you choose to show it. Quiz by TheQuizzery.com
You are full of anger and can hardly contain your firey power. When you want something you will not give up until you find it. Your favorite power is fire and your best weapon is your self. Quiz by TheQuizzery.com
You Are Lightning
Beautiful yet dangerous
People will stop and watch you when you appear
Even though you're capable of random violence
The first firebenders were taught by Dragons. To the Fire Nation, fire represented destruction and anger was central to firebending. True firebending involves balance, emotional stability and inner calm, as fire truly represents life. Firebending draws its power from the sun and is stronger during the day, strongest during Sozin’s comet which arrives every hundred years. Firebending is not possible during a solar eclipse.
You are Eowyn, Lady of Rohan. You are feisty and restless. You prefer outdoor pursuits and sword-fighting to embroidering and court life, but deep in your heart you have a hidden love of beauty and purity and ladylike things. You see only the outside of people; you think you have no time to really look into them. You are tall and beautiful, with a lovely figure and long pretty hair; you are also wicked with a sword. You are strong and brave, and though rash, you are quick to fight for those you love. In the end, you learn great wisdom, and you find your heart’s desire.
