Saturday, September 10, 2005

   Sick
Hellooooo! I've been sick lately. And, well, I'm never sick. Seriously. The last time I was sick, it was two years ago. Yep! I'm sick. Ok, well, anywho, for all your Christian's out there, (like me!) I would highly appreciate it if you would pray that my dad would get a job sometime. I have no idea what verse this is, but here: A Christian's best resource is prayer. Well, thanks!
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Sunday, August 7, 2005

   My first post thing!
Yes, well, my new friend somegirl told mee i need to add a post, and while, yes, I know, no one ever comes and reads others writings, I have a story, and since we all are into anime, or whatever, y'all may like this:

Flame Arrow looked at the townspeople and rushed by. His flame tatoos had been there his entire life. And try as he might, they never left. Let me think. . . Seeing said she wanted some milk and eggs.
"Elbow's of the elders! Watch where your goin'!" Flame Arrow shouted rudely at a young boy. There were so many people during Summer.
"Hey, hand me some mi---"
Okay then. The man had closed the door and curtains, blocking Flame Arrow from his sight. "Fine! But if you ever have a fire, don't come looking for me!!"
Grumbling, Flame Arrow set forth to home, trying to figure out how he could get revenge on their village without killing anyone.
"Hey Seeing! Guess what! They didn't let me get anything." Seeing made her own rude sound, then said, "No surprise. We'll just go down together."
"No, way. I'm stayin' here."
"Oh, I see. Embarassed to be seen with your own mother!" The plump woman laughed a true laugh, then turned back to slicing the potatoes.
"Yeah Seeing, that's it! Of course not! The Sun God's right arm!"
And after that, no word was spoken for a long time. They were both buried in our thoughts.
"Well, I supposed you'd better head on up to bed. You're having a busy day tomorrow."
"I am?!" he wanted to know. But she just kept on peeling the potatoes, letting his imagination think up something.

That night he woke up with a start. His dream was haunting. The village was on fire. He had done it. Although he didn't know how. Seeing stood looking at him with a tear-streaked face.
"P. . . please, h. . . help me!" Her desperate voice was something he had never heard. But in Flame Arrow's dream, he didn't care about this.
"Ha! I will not waste my time on a pathetic thing like you!"
He cast another satisfied look upon the town, then Flame Arrow had woken up. He could still see the look on Seeing's face.
Just to make sure, Flame Arrow went to his mother's room, and sure enough, she was there sleeping peacefully. Then she woke. Her face was wet from sweat, and for a second he was afraid his dream was real.
"Flame Arrow! We must leave! They will get us!"
"What?! You're sleep-talking, go back to sleep, and rest."
"I am not! Go! We must go quickly, before anyone sees us. There will be a group of Monarchs who will come tomorrow night!" At first Flame Arrow doubted her and tried to make her go back to bed. But she changed his opinion.
They set to work instantly, packing food and blankets. "Okay, ready?"
"Yeah, lets move." Flame Arrows voice was optimistic, but inside, he was drowning in fear and sorrow. As they made their way outside, Flame Arrow felt a sudden need to protect Seeing. Flame Arrow got behind her, so he could see if she was getting attacked.
"You know, you don't have to be so uptight."
"I'm not," he answered, and his mother knew he was lying. They stopped talking, and started listening. A soft shuffling noise was heard in the distance only by Flame Arrow. He tensed. Flame Arrow stopped, and so did Seeing. Flame Arrow looked East, listening to the shuffling that continued to grow louder. "What is it?"
"You need to find a place to hide," he said, in a rather commanding tone. She stared at him, looking curious, then obeyed.

Flenour
I'm almost there! That annoying child! He should learn to control his power better! Flenour's thoughts were broken when he saw him standing there, readying himself for a fight. Flenour shouted to him, "Prepare yourself, Flame Arrow!!" And he did, for he knew that Flenour had an element that made him weak, and what made Flenour weak was also fire. But only white fire could burn him. Now it was Flame Arrow's turn to speak, yet he did not, he was silent. Oh, come on! But Flenour's thoughts were interupted again. A tiny ball had landed infront of his feet. It was red, and contained something. What is this? Flenour picked it up. It's hot! A dark figure came from the bushes near Flame Arrow. Must have brought a friend to help! But the figure did not help him at all. It tackled Flame Arrow to the ground, only to get a dose of fire in it's face. The figure jumped off then ran toward the bushes. Flame Arrow ran after it. "Hey, come back here! I haven't killed you yet!" Flenour wanted to say, but didn't. If this person was not a friend, then what was he? Had Flame Arrow wronged him too?

Flame Arrow
Who is he? I didn't even realize he was there! Flame Arrow ran after the figure, keeping just behind him. These bushes weren't here when I first got here! By now the person infront of him was panting with effort. Then it dashed behind a dark bush. Surprised, Flame Arrow sped up. Then shouted, "Hey, wait up!!" He whspered under his breathe, "For the breathe of the animals!" But Flame Arrow had lost sight of the figure and was running lost around the bushes. Oh, come on! If you tackle me, don't you expect me to get you back? There he is! Flame Arrow had seen the green cloth whip through another bush.

Jimina
How did he get me?! I had a shield around myself. She heard a faint, 'Hey!!' but didn't answer. There was no noise behind her, but she knew Flame Arrow was following her. A very hot something grabbed her by the wrist.
"Oww!!" her high pitched voice must have suprised Flame Arrow. "You're. . . you're a girl?!" Flame Arrow croaked.
"Yep, and if you have a problem with it, I'll give you pain more then anything you've ever felt," Jimina said rather confidently.
Surpressing a snort, Flame Arrow walked away.
"Coward!" Jimina hissed.
"No, I just don't want to attack a girl!" Offended, Jimina stood there, staring at Flame Arrow. An unfamilar voice broke the silence that had come upon the pair. "Flame Arrow? Where are you?!"
Flame Arrow exhaled, then answered, "I'm in the fifth bush to the right." Jimina was surprised by his alertness. "Okay. Who was that person who tackled you?" asked the voice. Jimina was the one to reply this time, "It was me. Jimina," she said in an almost bored voice.
Flame Arrow gave a so-that's-your-name look. A plump woman finally appeared next to Flame Arrow. Flame Arrow and the woman stared at eachother, then nodded.
"So why did you, umm, attack Flame Arrow?" asked the plumb woman.
"I didn't attack him! I wanted to draw him away from Flenour!" said Jimina in defence. "Who is Flenour?" said Flame Arrow. "He's not someone you want to know, okay? We've all had our own experiences."
"Right," said Flame Arrow said, then shrugged.
"Well, why don't you come with us and we'll get warmed up by the fire and you can tell us your story about Flenour, and we'll tell you ours, okay?" the woman had not said this as a question, but as a command. Jimina hesitated, then said okay to it.

Flame Arrow
She didn't seem to be very strong, but then again, Flame Arrow's appearance wasn't very heroic either. He was extremly small for his age. He has unnaturally long hair that went down to the bottom of his back, and was the color of fresh snow. His tatoos were the only thing that gave him even the slightest scary appearance, and they were only flames at random parts of his body. His arms were twice as thin as a regular person's ankle, his legs had scraps all over, and his large clumsy hands had blisters. His red eyes turned to Jimina. Her own hair was short, down to her shoulders to be generous. It was just short of black. To the darkest brown. She had a light complection, "What are you looking at?" she asked him, her eyes peircingly creepy.
Flame Arrow snorted, but then replied, "Like I would tell you."
"Fine."
Flame Arrow watched her go to her tent with eyes that didn't want to see what they saw. She's. . . pretty. . . And as soon as he though this, he wished he wasn't into girls yet. She hates me, though! No way would she want a freak as her. . . Flame Arrow scanned the woods for any sight or an intruder, but found nor sensed none. Still he insisted that Seeing go to bed with Jimina. He wanted to stay up. And anyway, how could I sleep after today? he thought, trying to make up an excuse. He knew what he really wanted to do. He wanted to go away and leave his life as Flame Arrow. But how could I leave Seeing?
His thoughts for the rest of the night were very much like this, even until the early morning sun had chanced a looked through the trees.
And that's it.
Yep.
Rachel
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