Friday, March 11, 2005

Chapter 15
Dark; fuzzy memory; wait; something happened last night; something important happened; she needed to wake up. WAKE UP! Tyrrea popped out of bed, and knew why she had woken up; Timerian. She raced down the stone hall making a clank, clank, clank. Her hair blew around her face, and the next moment, she was at the room. She could sense that something had gone wrong, so she opened the door carefully. The sight she saw shocked her system. Brea, a mutated blue Brea, lay on the floor, clutching for air, and having a bad dream, and Timerian’s veins showed through his black skin-not all elves are white- a neon red. The symptoms were obvious, in Timerian at least, at once…God’s blood. She guessed that Brea was suffering from the same poison, and ran for a nurse.

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“What’s the cure?” Tyrrea yelled.
“It is impossible to collect. I am sorry; I wish we could do more.” The nurse, Ammoraine, said, while sitting at a table chewing on her finger. Her wet eyes glimmered as she looked into the air, searching her memory for a solution. She had to save Timerian; she had to save her son. “Timerian’s case is EASIER to solve than Brea’s, and for him we need many ingredients only found in small quantities in the most dangerous of places.”
“I’m not asking you how hard it is Ammoraine! Just tell me what I have to do!” Ammoraine looked at the floor for a few moments longer, her forehead furrowed in troubled thought.
“First, find a dead dragons tooth. The dragon has to be dead. Oh, and if we are to cure both of them, you must also find another one from a DIFFERENT dead dragon, but that one is for Brea, so it must be from a dragon with hazel eyes; just like Brea when she is not sick. Then, all of a giant hawks feathers, two since we need double, and Brea’s must be dead. Lord! What else. I simply cannot remember. It has been three thousand years since the last time I had to try to cure God’s Blood, and mind you; it was only a drop of God’s Blood, and we did not succeed.” She thought a few moments, her still youthful face showing wisdom beyond the oldest human. “Ten blood orchids; yes they exist out here. In fact, I think the movie maker who made Anacondas was it, was a werewolf. But that’s beside the point. They aren’t guarded by anacondas, but by the witches. The witches can MAKE animals to guard it for them, so please be careful.” Everyone knew that the witches had been humans who used the black flowers to gain their powers and longevity, so it needed not be explained. Tyrrea just nodded her head and asked “What else?”
“You will need two fritillaries from human land, where they are rare because of farming. And, oh, what else! That’s right, another plant. What is its name! Yes, it’s the Allamanda Cathartica, which is a vine, the brown type, not the other ones, and of course two. The last ingredient, and the hardest to find; is every drop of a werewolf’s blood. This would not be AS hard, if Brea’s didn’t have to be one she KNOWS and has BEFRIENDED! I don’t know how you’re going to find out if Brea has befriended, for with how much of the poison she has consumed she should not become conscious.”
“That’s all. Wow, I’ll be back within the hour; not!”
“Oh, but you will have to be back before tomorrow at dawn which means you have” Ammoraine looked at the clock on the wall “about twelve hours.”
“Well, we better get all of the OTHER ingredients and see if Brea doesn’t wake. I hope to God she does, especially since it’s HIS blood!” She laughed, but Ammoraine could tell she was truly worried.

hey, still sick, so i might not get around to ur sites tonight..srry
~Seika~
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