Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Chapter 19 (finally)
“Allamanda cathartica; alamanda cathartica; flitallaries; flitallaries. I WILL remember them.” Aquilo paced back and forth as he waited for the other hawks to wake. He had learned five hundred years ago not to wake up the hawks, especially the older ones. He, being the equivalent of a seventeen year old human, did not hold the authority to decide what was important enough to wake the pack.
Finally he heard the ruffling of feathers and knew that someone had stirred. He rushed outside, new coat flapping, but not tripping him, because he had habituated himself to its existence. He jumped for joy when he found that the one who had waked was Glaite, the head of the pack. He would be able to decide that it was worth rousing the others early for!!
“Glaite, sir, please, you need to wake the other hawks, there is an emergency!”
“What is the emergency, Aquilo?” Glaite groaned “And what on earth happened to your feathers?” he exclaimed when he cleared his eyes with feathered wings.
“It’s part of the emergency! Some people have been poisoned and need a cure. A hawk’s feathers and a dead hawk’s feathers were part of it; they took Tamaqua’s feathers also.” He bowed his head for a second remembering how Tamaqua had succumbed to that illness. “Anyway, they are way too tired to gather the rest of the ingredients, and they didn’t say it, but I think the poison is God’s blood by the ingredients they have told me. Since there is a variation in part of the recipe, I think one of the victims is a vampire, and the elves would not help a vampire unless she was the strong one.”
“How long have you been up to figure that out? You are more perceptive than I thought Aquilo, for I think I do remember hearing from a small hawk that a vampire wearing the ring was coming with Tyrrea.” Glaite sighed “You are right; we shall gather what they have asked us to gather, let us go. It is already noon.” Glaite stretched as he said this, and readied himself to make the call.

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Tyrrea, battered and bruised, lay in the hospital wing thinking. If she did not somehow wake Brea for a second time-she had heard of her brief conscious moments- Brea would die. What could she do? She thought back on every conversation she had ever had with the vampire, and realized that there was one way, and only one way.
The Elf jumped out of her cot, and crossed over to the pale, long haired, sleeping lump on the mattress. The amulet of the dead; she must use the amulet of the dead. Tyrrea grabbed the amulet, and willed it to work, but she could not even hear the slightest sound from the other side. She thought for what seemed like decades, though only a few minutes passed.
Tyrrea chanted many spells and when she had finally given up, a few hours later, she yelled “God help me! I will never get this right!” and threw the gold and sapphire amulet at the ground. She sank down to the floor, and seemed defeated, but then the magical necklace suddenly stopped inches from the cold stone floor, floated up to be level with Tyrrea’s eyes, and started to glow. Immediately her face brightened, and she stood up. The amulet rose with her.
Tyrrea thought of what she had said to activate the forsaken, no, blessed, piece of jewelry. “God help me.” She mumbled under her breath; that was the incantation, god help me. She wondered if it would work in English, for she had been speaking in Elvin, and immediately thrust the thought out of her brain as unimportant.
“Let me speak the one who knows Brea the best.” She said, hoping it sounded like a command and would be followed. Out of the blue the amulet began to spin, and an image came out of the gust it created.
“I am Faradon, the one who knows Brea best.” The ghostly image stated as fact.

* * *

A squawk loud enough to raise the dead shook the jagged peaks surrounding the nesting area of the hawks. Glaite was waking the pack, the only way he knew how, the emergency call. The slumbering, snoring birds woke in a split second, in a flurry of feathers and took their places in line to here the emergency. After a minute of ground shaking noise; silence. Every bird on the rock plateau stood perfectly still. Finally, Glaite told them “I believe that Aquilo has something to say.”
“Thank you sir; yes, I do.” He paused, cleared his throat while trying to think of where to start, and continued “The Elves need our help. One of them, along with the strongest good vampire, has been poisoned with God’s Blood. In helping them, we are helping ourselves, for without them evil would rule. We must find for them some plants while Destina, Tyrrea’s dragon, puts Tyrrea to bed for she has exhausted her energy.” No one asked who Tyrrea was for they all knew that she was the strongest good elf. “We must find for them two Alamanda Catharticas, and…” He stopped in mid-sentence for Destina came walking onto the plateau.
“And we shall need two flitallaries from human land.” Destina finished for him, “But that is not all. We shall also have to hunt for a dead dragon and take their tooth. Then I will go to Tyrrea and see if she has found a way to retrieve the other ingredient.”

ok, im almost to the next part of action...srry for all the suspense, be sure to tell me if its too much and getting boring k??
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Sunday, March 27, 2005

srry about the chapter
i was gonna post the next chapter yesterday, but we were relly busy with stuff, and to top it all off my guinea pig died in my hands...
it was a relly long night
i miss her already, she was only four years old, but thats old for a guinea pig... she was convulsing and shaking, then she got relly still, but wasn't dead, her heart was still beating relly fast, then it slowed down beat by beat, i could feel it in my hands... i was shaking and convulsing too, my parents said to just hug her cuz there was nothing we could do and the only thing i could do was be with he wen she died....then the beating in my hands stopped, and she became limp in my grasp...im having alot of trouble typing this 9crying) i gtg, might have the next chapter up tomorrow...but right now im too sad to right, srry im taking so long on these chapters, a lot of stuff has been happening lately...
~seika~
plz say a prayer for coa-coa today...were holding the memorial service in my back yard...corny, i no, but she at least deserves this...



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Saturday, March 26, 2005

next chapter...soon
still working on chapter 18,but it SHOULD be up today ^^
~Seika~
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Friday, March 25, 2005

Chapter 17 (sooo srry for the wait)

Tyrrea walked shaky legged out of the cave. She had just made a coat out of thin air, and her exhausted feet did not wish to take her any farther. She ached, mind and body, but knew that she must gather the materials for two people in more pain than she could imagine, even at this moment. Her swerving path down past all of the birds showed Aguilo and Destina just how drained she felt, and they rushed to her side, Aquilo almost tripping over his new, warm coat.
Destina’s big hulking mass tried to fumble over the great hawks, but truly the walkway was more than big enough even for a dragon because it was made to fit three hawks breast-wise. The sleeping birds snored and whistled while their minds swam through images of color, or black and white; amazing scenes, or normal ones; their dreams. The jagged peaks encircled a great plateau in the heart of the great landform.
Tyrrea continued on her swerving path, but faltered when her tired legs dragged on a stone. She tumbled over, flipped down a few times, and finally landed face up in the grey-black rubble. The pair of huge animals doubled their pace at the site of that elf’s fall, and when they had reached her, she was just struggling up, her arms scratched and bruised; fatigue showing in her very being. At that moment Destina lost all hope of saving Brea and Timerian, but nuzzled her dear friend, helping her stand straight.
With Aquilo’s help, Tyrrea was soon on the dragon’s back. With a defeated look, Destina started to walk down the mountain.
“Destina; wait just a moment, where will you be going for the next ingredient.” Aquilo inquired.
“Home; Tyrrea and I would kill ourselves long before we gathered all of the ingredients.” Destina said, head slumped; almost dragging across the ground.
“Wait. Maybe I could help. What do you need? We birds could gather some of the items while you put Tyrrea to bed, and you could join us afterward.”
Destina’s head shot up, and the joy shined bright in her yes as she asked out of disbelief “You would do that for us?”
“Of course, I mean, I might as well not have lost all of my feathers for nothing!” He said flapping around his wings in a manner to show his now cloak.
She turned tail in a flash that no one would believe possible for a creature so large, and squeezed her neck around Aquilo in a huge dragon hug. “Thank you! Thank you! All right, then we will have to wake them all. Better yet, I will tell you the ingredients that you might be able to find alone, and you wake them to tell them and head out while I put Tyrrea to bed…”
“Don’t I have a say in this.” Tyrrea grunted in a weak voice as she struggled to a sitting position.
“Tyrrea, you are in no condition to come along. If you INSIST on doing something, go to the hospital wing, and look after Brea and Timerian WHILE you lay down yourself, all right?”
Tyrrea pouted, then grunted at the pain of that simple movement, and had no choice but to agree.
“As I was saying, I will fly Tyrrea home, and you wake them up. I’ll catch up with you. Some of the ingredients are two flowers from the Allamanda Cathartica, and two flitallaries. I should be caught up with you by that time. Mind you the flitallaries must be from human land, so we must go at night.” All, right, I must go. Please make haste.”
With that Destina once again traveled down the hill, but this time she held her head and tail high.

finally got the next chapter up^^
tell me wat u think, i AM BUILDING UP TO SOMETHING MIND U
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Thursday, March 24, 2005

srry, not till tomorrow...
srry, i didnt anitcipate it, but i had to go to church straight from school (i thot ide at least be home long enof to post...) so the next chapter will have to be tomorrow...sorry for the wait, be sure to check in for a great chapter (i hope they like it i hope they like it) (i think that for every chapter....)
~Seika~

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Wednesday, March 23, 2005

next chapter up soon...
i dont feel aaaasss good today, but it was just the normal shit this time.. my mom is buggin me...so ya, normal...i relly osnt like my mom...o well, i had a good day other than that ^^
next chapter be up tomorrow cuz i outof my funk...
~seika~
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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

feel better now...
i feel better now...lol, same as title...gtg do hw, bye...
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Monday, March 21, 2005

i feel like shit....
god, i feel HORRIBLE, that person i was talking about still wont answere me, but i no shes relly depressed... now she thinks i want to beat her up and im just afriad shes gonna tell the guy i like that i like him and thats why i said that, and now she STILL wont talk to me and wont answere me other thatn to say that she wopnt apologize, she didn'[t say that she didn't think she was wrong, just that she would apologize, I WOULD APOLOGIZE for mentioning what we started fighting about if she would just say she didn't think she was wrong... but no, she wont say ONE WORD, and i must just forge to her, god, wat am i supposed to do!?!?!?!?!?! am i supposed to just sit here and get rid of THE ONLY FRIEND IVE MADE SINCE I MOVED HERE... i feel like shit, noo chapter today, cuz i cant write when i feel bad...unless u want a relly gloomy book...with everyone dead, and no endding other than evil triumpghing over good and all that shit...i feel so shitty, its not even funny...dont be surprised if by tomorrow ive started cutting or something...that would suck...i dought it, but i might....
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Sunday, March 20, 2005

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i feel great...i finally told some ppl some things that were bothering me about them, and even though their not talking to me now, i find that i dont care beacause that person (whom shall remain nameless) did not try to say ne different, so i must have been right... so now i have no one to talk to, but at least i dont have some 1 to talk to who would rather talk to some1 they hate than talk to me (long story) even tho they called me their friend... we went to the mall and my mom got me some make-up... -_-
im overjoyed, believe me *cough cough*
ne way, im prolly not going to bed for some time even tho im bored out of my mind... (its 12:28) so..ya...
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Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Chapter 16
My whole life flashes before my eyes, all two-hundred years of it, as I struggle for air. Every feeling I had, every moment I was conscious, every person I met, every person I killed. Now I know what poison splashed around in that bottle, and I shall die soon. Fayla was probably wrong when she thought I would do great things because now I will not do any other things. I may have conscious thoughts again now, but I will probably never wake up. Then those steel blue eyes fill my head, and Fayla is obviously talking to me. “I predicted this would come. You must wake. You must tell them where to find Michael, or you shall die.”
“Why must I tell them where Michael is? I don’t see how that will help.”
“Just do it; don’t ask questions. I must go now, wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!”

* * *
I shoot out of bed and gasp for breath. My purple skin stings and burns, and all of the things I see are dyed blue. “Is anyone here?”
“Oh my; yes dear, I’m here.” A nurse shot up from a table around a corner in the room and rushed over to the bed. “I would love to help you feel better, but honestly I cannot…unless you tell me of any werewolf friends you have and where they are. I do not have time to explain, just tell me.”
“I have one; his name is Michael. He lives back in human territory where I live. I…” A pang shoots through my abdomen, and I clutch it with as much force as I can. I must get it to go away. I pray for the first time in one-hundred ninety-nine years. Please let the pain go away. Then unconsciousness starts to take over. I’m drifting. I know I am…. “Go to my house, and then turn…;” too late.

* * *

Tyrrea rode on those huge sapphire dragon wings and conversed with her companion. Can you sense any dead dragons?
No, not one; we don’t dye often you know. It takes over a thousand years, just like for elves…unless…
Unless what? We have to do SOMETHING!
We couldn’t. If I did, I couldn’t live with myself…forget it…
What? Tell me.
…We might have to… The message in her mind paused again. She finally understood.
Now I understand Destina, don’t try to finish. It WILL NOT come to killing your own kind, I promise. We’ll find one, and one with hazel eyes.
Destina stopped in mid flap, and fell a few feet before the wind caught under her wings again. Then she regained her composure and answered.
Yes; Exactly. They continued on in silence, and flew for two hours before Tyrrea finally decided to search for something else, and just hope that a dead dragon jaw became available soon. She could not think of that though. She thought, and finally remembered the next requirement. They made a U turn and headed back to the mountain at full speed since no longer had to search for dragons.
When they had ridden close enough to see those nests at the peaks of the mountain, they climbed through the air to reach them, for even though they were hundreds of feet through the air, those nests were a few hundred feet higher. The foliage on the mountain transformed from a wide variety of plants, vines, trees, and flowers to just certain ones, all the way up till their was only one kind of tree left, evergreens. They stopped for a second to look at how ragged those trees looked compared to the ones on the ground, and also because it was becoming hard to breath, then sped forward. After a few more yards, they had to walk up the mountain because Destina could not struggle up enough air to fly. It wasn’t hard for them to hack their way through the foliage, because after about thirty yards, all of the trees had vanished. They hiked through the rocks, and tried not to think of how their now ragged feet itched and hurt after a few hours of hiking on those jagged rocks as sharp as knives.
Finally, long after the sun had dropped below the horizon, they reached the nesting ground. This may have been lucky, for the giant hawk’s had all gone to bed. Tyrrea tip toed through the nests while Destina watched from a distance, until she found one of the giant ones. Ever so carefully she plucked a few of its feathers, and finally decided that the process would take too long for her to get back in time with all of the ingredients. She thought for a moment, and weighed what the effects might be if she used magic. The hawk might wake, and she might never see daylight again, but if she didn’t, Brea and Timerian would definitely never see daylight again. So she straightened up, and clapped her hands quietly in front of her face, saying geiengtlya pluiuka. T he feathers all popped off, but the bird did not seem to stir. They all flew toward her had, and she lifted out a potato sack she had brought for the ingredients. They all fell gently down, and she thought she was safe, so she let out her breath, and one feather blew out of the sack and onto the beak of the giant beast. She immediately drew back her breath, but it was too late. The hawk’s honey eye opened to a fierce expression and it rose up on its talons; it would surely eat her.
“Stop,” came some voice from behind both of them. That gurgling whistling song could not have came from any other throat but Destina’s.
“Old friend, why are you going to hurt my friend here?”
Surprisingly, the bird stopped in mid swipe of its claw, and turned toward the dragon. “What do you…Destina? What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you for years. Do you remember how we met in the forest because I mistook the tip of you tail for a blue jay in the woods.” He began to laugh, and then saw her expression.
“Yes, well… I need your help.”
“Of course, why else would you come and visit an old friend like me?”
“I’m sorry about your feathers Aquilo; we need them to save a friend.”
“What do you mean ‘you’re sorry about my’…” He looked down and saw for the first time his nude frame. “What have you done with my feathers?” He exclaimed.
“As I said, we need them to save a friend.”
“And so you take my feathers. You are very lucky that our feathers grow back in a day’s time. Is there anything ELSE you will need?”
“Yes… the feathers of another giant hawk, but this one…dead.”
“Are you insane?” He huffed for a few moments then calmed down. “I would force you to leave, but it just so happens that a hawk was killed in the hunt today… You’re really lucky. He’s over here. We have to take away all of his feathers for the ceremony anyway.”
“Thank you, what is you name?” Tyrrea asked; she had habituated herself to Destina knowing different creatures.
“I am Aquilo, and if you don’t mind, could you make me a coat or something. It’s cold up here without my feathers.”
Destina made that gurgling laugh and said “You’re still that laid back optimist I always knew.”
“Yes well; it’s worth it to save a life.” They scuttled through the snoring lumps of feathers to the back of that ridge on the mountains, and into a cave at least ninety-seven feet tall and followed Aquilo to the back, where on a blue beaded mat, laid a somewhat small giant hawk. After a moment of respect for the dead, Tyrrea put her hands in that intricate design at her chest and chanted geientlya pluiuka. All of the feathers then flew straight into the open sack, and Tyrrea sat down. She had already used WAY to much magic for this expedition, and only gathered one ingredient. She did not know what to do. She sat for a moment then thought first, ill use some magic to make him a coat; I ows this Aquilo that much. Then we shall hunt for the Allamanda Cathartica! We will have to then collect the flitallaries, and then the blood orchid. After that…we must go back and see if Brea has awakened.

srry it took me so long to finish this one... ive been kinda busy...
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