Monday, November 13, 2006

   More Adventure!!
Yesterday was delicious!
Yes! ^-^
It actually started out badly. Saturday night I got a terrible 45 calibur migraine to the head, and afterward I went into the fever induced coma. I slept all Saturday night and all of Sunday until around 6 pm - and oh the things I saw in my dreams!
That story that I posted last post - it was finished in an all out epic during my coma. I have written most of it down, but in smaller parts so it is easier for you guys to read (I hope o~o).

Oh and I went to work last night and got attacked by the flour again -.-'

But without further adeu! The Story which I have called...er I don't have a name for it yet But I am open to suggestions!

Das Story:

I looked outside the window of my room in the Dragon Memorial Dormitory and sighed into the warm breeze that filtered in. Soft light began to fade from the horizon as the sun began the last stages of its descent, its red and orange fingers trying one last time to grab hold in the sky and submitting to the onslaught of the coming night. The gauze bandaged and the medical tape attacked to the back of my neck was itching but I knew I shouldn’t scratch it; the muscles in my neck occasionally throbbed when I moved my head.
I was lucky to be alive.
Even that didn’t ease my restlessness. I had been cooped up in my room all day and as the sun set with no signs of Professor Vearin or any other visitors for that matter, I felt terribly lonely. I had changed into my lavender colored pajamas, shorts and a soft spaghetti strap cami, and put on a soft pair of white house boots to keep my feet warm. The wind blew again and something caught me eyes.
A heavily wooded and flowered courtyard lied below the dormitory and towards the middle through the trees I glimpsed a white swing swaying slowly in the night air. I started thinking. The swing’s not too far away, and the courtyard is surrounded by the dorm building on all sides. It’s getting late and there shouldn’t be anyone out there to spot me, it should be safe. I rose to my feet, wrapped a light purple scarf around my neck and grabbed my matching robe and headed out.
I marveled at how peaceful the courtyard was as I swung lazily in the white wooden swing. It was attached to a limb that jutted out to one side of a large oak tree and the grass was soft beneath my booted feet. I found it odd that the swing was not directly on the path that ran through the courtyard, but it was quiet and beautiful. But the sun had set and it was getting dark, dark enough to light the quaint short lamps that light the walkway just a few yard away. I rose to my feet with a content sigh, glad to be out for just a few short moments and turned towards the path.
Then I stopped dead in my tracks.
A large figure stood between me and the path. His white armor glinted lethally in the glow of the lamps making him seem surreal. (Think Death Scythe armor only more rounded and fitting a human shape with a helmet with a single mouth piece and three sickle-like horns bending backwards over the helmet). I blinked and he was still standing there. Apprehension rose inside me and my stomach grew tight as I calmly turned left hoping that it was just my imagination as I started to jog past the oak tree. When I saw him standing amidst the trees just before me and he was closer this time, I froze. I took a tentative step back staring at him then my flight or fight mechanism took over and I turned right ready to sprint for my life-
Thump.
I gave a small grunt as I ran into what felt like a wall that I was certain wasn’t there before; I stepped back and looked up – into the helmet of the armored man. I drew my hands up to my chest instinctively and took another retreating step in muted fright. He was so close and he loomed over me like a solid tower. My eyes darted left and right; there was nothing but empty air in the places where he once stood. But how could that be? What could possibly move fast that I could see? The man took a step forward and I heard his armor clink together as his heavy foot sank into the ground. I noticed that he wore a cape that feel down from his shoulders hiding his arms from view and it rippled ever so slightly as he moved and I thought I also caught the sound of a chain rattling from somewhere beneath the fabric. I stopped my retreat and looked into his face. I couldn’t see his eyes.
“Who are you?” I asked more timidly than I wanted to sound. “What do you want?”
The armored man paused. Then he started forward again. I nearly leapt backwards in fright and ran into the wide trunk of the oak tree, something moved in the grass to my right but it was too late. White chains erupted from the ground, whipping up and around coiling around my limbs and pinned my solidly to the oak tree. I struggled to free myself but they were too strong to break, yet there was some slack as if there only purpose was to hold me, not to harm me. I opened my mouth to scream, it was the only thing I could do, but there was a rush of air and everything grew dark as my captor closed the distance until his face leered down on mine. I gazed wide eyed upwards and found I was close enough to peer past the darkness of his helmet and find his eyes. They were a vivid orange with red flecks throughout.
“Don’t. Scream.” His voice was demanding but in his eyes there was almost a plea.
I felt my windpipe suddenly constrict and the scream caught in my throat. I closed my mouth and swallowed, with much difficulty, and let the air out slowly through my nose. I turned my head away hoping that my bangs would at least hide me from his eyes when I sensed movement from beneath his cape. My eyes darted to watch as metal tipped fingers rose towards my face. I tried turn away but there was no escape as he gently cradled my chin between his forefinger and thumb. The metal felt sharp against my skin and I felt my heart pounding against my ribs as he lifted my head upwards. Then he brought his other hand up and with a single finger brushed my bangs tenderly away from my face. I found his eyes on mine again I gazed fearfully into them. His pupils narrowed and I watched the iris’s jerk back and forth rapidly.
He’s looking for something. I realized. But what?
His head pulled away slightly and I felt a soft tugging at the scarf around my throat. I started trying to crane my eyes downward straining against the links of chain wrapped around my limbs.
My neck began to throb. It would be so easy for him to strangle me and leave me here. No one knew where I was or where I had gone. No one would be looking for me. I don’t want to die. I can’t go through another fright like this. Why is he doing this? I was so afraid. And then I felt the caress of fabric around my neck replaced by the cold openness of air.
I blinked and relaxed. He took my scarf off??
My captor draped the purple strand of fabric over his metallic arm and delicately lifted my chin exposing the skin of my throat to his line of sight. I stifled a moan as the bruised muscled strained at the motion and tried to free my hands to no avail. Another set of fingers lifted towards my throat and I tensed with a short hiss of terror. He stopped then he took a short step closer and removed his fingers from my chin snaking his fingers around the back of my head.
“What are y-Ah!” I started to say when there was a loud ripping sound as the white knight deftly tore the bandage from the back of my neck.
My mouth opened again but I closed it. His head was so close to mine now as he peered over my shoulder at the fingernail wounds that I could hear his breathing. It was strong and rhythmic and I felt myself somehow mirroring it. The knight pulled away and with his free hand took the scarf and held it up to me.
“Bite.” He instructed.
I glanced nervously at the fabric and then back up to him, but his eyes were hidden.
“Bite it.” He repeated and there was an edge in his voice that told me I would not get another chance to do as he asked voluntarily.
I took a deep breath and gave it a split thought, then slowly I let my jaws part and let my teeth latch onto the scarf. My mouth had grown dry, but now it seemed like a desert.
“Good, girl.” The knight said and I felt like crying as he gently pulled my head forward and leaned over me once more. He whispered in my ear as I felt an armored fingertip against the back of my neck, “This is going to hurt.”
Liquid poured out from his metal finger and into one of the wounds Maru’s fingernail left in my skin, the knight began to stroke his finger along each of the wounds letting the salve thoroughly coat each one. At first I felt nothing but a slight tingling, then all at once the wounds began to burn. It fizzled and stung three times worse than hydrogen peroxide and as it forced its way into my flesh it began to burn as if someone had doused my muscles in raw alcohol. I shut my eyes trying to hold back the tears and I felt my voice return as I screamed in agony into the scarf. The knight pulled back and I could have sworn that I saw smoke rising from my neck as he placed a sharp finger over the scarf and steadied my head.
“Be still. The pain will subside.” He assured me.
I blinked and tried to focus on keeping my breathing steady and slowly but surely the fire and pain was replaced by a soothing cold sensation that faded into a cool tingle. The knight released me as he stepped away from me and I spat out the scarf trying to rehydrate my mouth.
“What did you do to me?” I demanded dryly eyeing him.
Before he could answer something heavy struck the base of the tree and rolled upward. The chains lost their hold on me and fell limply to the ground. I blinked free and saw the white knight turn to his right and there was a flash of red as the broad edge of an axe buried into his chest. The armored head of a red knight turned to gaze at me in mid swing as the split second slowed to an eternity. Yellow eyes flashed at me from within the darkness of his helm as he hissed:
“Run!”

Who is the White Knight?
What did he do to Serrafina?
Where did the Red Knight come from?
Who is friend and who is foe?
Find out in the next installment!

Love to all!

Serrafina!
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