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myOtaku.com: Girl Who Sings
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Sunday, November 13, 2005
In the Shadows Part III
Okay so this is the part where the desease gets gross... but I think you would have expected this from the site......... seeing as how it's all Alucarded and stuff.This part is actually very short, I had to cut it down and take so much out of it. Also I think heartsmind said it best in her last post: this is lengthy for a short story. In fact, it's nick name is not so short story on my computer. I wrote it for a creative writing class in High School a semester and a half ago.... and then we did a magazine! I'll post it too, once i figure out how to link to a place were you all could read the whole thing at once.
Well, enjoy!!
When the sun set that day Xalif was exhausted. The Queen sent him on every errand she wished to prepare for the war. He must have circled the castle ten times while doing the monotonous errands that should have been entrusted to his brother and he had just told his men where they would be stationed.
Finally, he reached his chamber the moment the last of the sun’s rays sunk behind the hills off in the distance. There was a meal set out by the cook’s servant on his small desk, lighted by a single candle. He looked at the wine glass and the red liquid that filled half of it. He knew it wasn’t wine, it was too thick. A chicken, some bread and cheese accompanied the glass. He closed the door behind him, took off his cloak, and placed it on the small bed that sat on the right side of the room. He took off the armor and placed it in the armory in the corner. Then he sat on the bed and unwound the bandages that encompassed his body. He glanced at the meal again, when he had finished. The glass was uninviting but his stomach pleaded for food. He hadn’t eaten since that morning. He got up and stuck his finger in the glass. He shivered the contents where still warm. He stuck his finger in his mouth, the salty liquid a torture to his taste buds. It had been a fresh kill, one collected for his cause. He looked at the chicken and knew where the meat had gone. Sighing he pulled the only chair over to the desk and stared at the glass. Its contents were reddish brown; it had set for a while. He reached for it and swirled its contents around. As it swirled it turned a brighter shade of red. “Like wine,” he thought, “Blood tastes better oxygenized.” He put the glass to his lips and thought of wine as the contents slide, thickly down his throat. “Wine,” He thought on, looking at the residue in the glass. “Never felt so sickening going down.”
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