The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 11865 Opera PopulaireThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
The Opera Populaire was a large, thriving Opera House fulled with the most talented artist in all of Nightopia. It was a large theater with red velvety chairs and gold statues all around the room. The ceiling was very high above the floor, and in the middle of it was a huge crystal chandelier. Everyone was franticly getting ready for tonight's show. Back stage, all the stage crew members were making final adjustments to pros, costumes and backdrops, while the dancers stretched and started to practice. On stage was the Opera House prima dona: Claris Sinclair. She was running through a song from the production 'Hannibal' when-
"Attention ladies and gentlemen!" an old owl shouted at everyone, interrupting their work. "I know there have been rumors of my retirement floating around, and now I am here today to tell you that these are all true."
"WOOHOO!" everyone shouted, happy they will no longer be working for him. Owl was fuming at everyone's reaction so started to sc
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 6Opera Populaire that Night: Showtime for II MutoThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 6 in General Fiction More Like This
That night was opening night for the Opera Populaire's new production of II Muto, and everything was set up and ready for the show. Ignoring the 'Nightmaren Ghost's' threats, Jackle and Chamelan gave Clairs the lead role as Countess, Helen the silent role of the Page Boy, and they did not leave Box 5 open, so they were in for it!
Clairs stepped out on stage wearing a very puffy pink dress that made her hips look the size of a hippo. She was also wearing clown looking makeup, and a really tall white wig that was probably as tall as her body.
Helen walked alongside Clairs on stage wearing a long white maid's outfit, and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Hidden underneath the maid's dress, was a white men's dress shirt, with light blue tights, and tall black boots. The outfit made Helen look like a man because in the Opera, a man (the pageboy) is secretly the Countess' lover, so in order for him to stay undercover, he disguised himself as
Starlight's Story Chapter 1'Where am I? Who am I?' The tiny little girl wonders, then a faint voice answers, 'Starlight' 'Starlight, that's my name isn't it?' The girl slowly opens her eyes, and covers her eyes from the light that blinds her. She slowly starts to get up and look around her. There are luscious green trees everywhere full of strange fruits, and bushes full of blue, purple, red, and yellow flowers. She looks up at the blue sky with few clouds drifting by. 'Where am I?' She then hears a water rushing and splashing and starts to walk to where the sound is coming from. As she gets closer, she starts to hear what sounds like laughter. She parts some bushes in front of her and she is surprised at what she sees.Starlight's Story Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
A big river with crystal clear water and in the river strange creatures are playing in the water. They have cone shape heads and halos on top, big eyes, small hands, light purple wings, and pointy ears. They wear a light purple vest with orange sleeves and red cuffs and a whi
Request: SolluxXKarkatKnock. Knock. KnockRequest: SolluxXKarkat in Humor More Like This
"Yo Karkat you home?" Sollux called from outside of Karkat's home.
It was a boring day for Sollux and he thought he stop by Karkat's house. He was wearing his regular clothes with his three-D-glasses.
"I'm coming." Someone shouted on the other side.
The door open and Karkat pop his head out from behind. "Sollux nice to see you again. What brings you here?" Karkat open the door more and step outside.
Karkat was wearing his regular black jeans with his gray t-shirt with his sign on it.
Sollux shrugged, "Just got bored and thought I stop by."
"Well why don't you come in?" Karkat smiled and step aside to let Sollux in.
"Sure, why not." Sollux walked into the house and Karkat close the door behind him.
"I'll go make some coffee. Make yourself at home." Kartkat said before going into the kitchen.
Sollux pulled himself out a chair next to the table and sat down. Karkat house was pretty normal. A few nick-knacks and crime novels, but nothing out of the ordinary. Sol
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 3Helen's Dressing RoomThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 3 in General Fiction More Like This
"You did a wonderful job Helen my dear!" Madame Emily told Helen in her dressing room, surrounded by bushels of flowers after her amazing performance. "He is pleased with you." Emily informed her, handing her a red rose with a black silk ribbon tied onto its stem.
'He?' Helen thought to herself with a confused expression on her face. 'NiGHTS maybe? Hmm...' Just as Helen was about to ask Emily who gave her the rose, she left the room shutting the door behind her. Now being alone, Helen sat on the stool by her vanity pondering at the mysterious rose she was holding delicately. 'Who is he?' She wondered when suddenly, the door opened.
"Hello Helen." A handsome purple jester holding flowers said as smooth as silk.
Could it be? Is it really him? Helen turned to find her childhood sweetheart kneeling next to her holding a lovely bouquet of flowers. "NiGHTS!" she cried giving him a tight hug. "Those picnics in the attic..." she said, trailing off, and letting nostalgia t
Amy in WonderlandLet's tell a storyAmy in Wonderland in General Fiction More Like This
A fairy tale story much, much better that a story told long ago
A pink hedgehog opened her eyes.The hedgehog name was Amy Rose. She wore a red dress with pink and white frills. The dress had a ribbon in the front and back, the ribbons were both red with a heart in the middle. The hearts had a pink lace while the ribbons had a white lace around them. She had a white apron on with pink frills around it, over the red dress. She had a red hairband with red roses on both sides. Long white socks with pink lacing and little red bows on the top. Red doll shoes with pink roses on the tip of them. In her lap was a little blue chao with a red collar and a music note on it.
When my eyes opened, there was a yellow fox
It was running in such a hurry, I decided to follow it
The pink hedgehog followed the yellow fox, and the chao followed the pink hedgehog.
The fox was dress up in a white button shirt with a brown waistcoat, a yellow bow around his neck. Black trousers with two brig
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 7Rooftop / Balcony of Opera Populaire ( only seconds after the hanging of Clawz )The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 7 in General Fiction More Like This
"There is no Phantom of Nightopia!" NiGHTS assured Helen, walking out onto the rooftop in to the lightly falling snow, but she knew that he was very wrong.
NiGHTS, I've been there
to his world of unending night
To a world with the daylight dissolves into darkness... darkness...
NiGHTS, I've seen him!
Can I ever forget that sight?
Can I ever escape from that face?
So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face
in that darkness... darkness...
Slowly zoning out, Helen slowly walked across the rooftop, letting her cape drag, slowly starting to smile and looking out to night sky, she sang:
But his voice filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound...
In the night there was music in my mind...
And through music my soul began to soar!
And I heard as I'd never heard before
Slowly starting to come back to reality, she turned back to NiGHTS who had a confused expression on his face. He thought she was ter
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 11Opera Populaire: Chamelan and Jackle's OfficeThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 11 in General Fiction More Like This
As soon as NiGHTS arrived with Helen back at the Opera Populaire, he knew that he would need to make an improtant visit with Chamelan and Jackle regarding the Phantom's production of Don Juan Triumphant. Since this was his opera, he was to decide who would get each roll, and as assumed, he gave Helen the leading soprano roll. NiGHTS was completely against it, because he knew if she took the roll, her life could be in danger.
"We can't do this!" NiGHTS exclaimed at Chamelan and Jackle. "I will not let you and this Phantom put Helen in this opera! The only reason he wrote it was to get closer to Helen! We have all been blind! He is using all of us in order for him to be able to take Helen!" NiGHTS rebelled, trying to sway their decision and let her be.
"I'm sorry NiGHTS," Chamelan apologized, "but you and I both know that this must be done. We now know, after the hanging of Clawz that we must strictly follow his orders... or else we may lose
Starlight's Story Chapter 5It has been three months since Starlight's arrival. She still isn't use to the Visitors and hides from them, but she has been making process by playing with the younger Visitors and hiding them from the nightmaren army. NiGHTS enjoys her company and her help. One time they even did a duet playing Dreams Dreams. Owl keeps telling more and more about the Night Dimension and the Waking World. Starlight still doesn't know nothing about her past, but being with NiGHTS and Owl makes her feel not so bad.Starlight's Story Chapter 5 in General Fiction More Like This
Starlight is flying in Delight City just outside the neon light city. She hums a song she heard a Visitor sing, something called The Big Bang. She doesn't really know what the lyrics mean only that the melody sounds really good.
A nightopian flys up to her holding a ball and holds it in front of her. She looks behind the nightopian and sees more looking at her. She smiles at them and back to the nightopian in front of her, nodding her head. The nightopian squeaks in happiness and flys back to
The Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 10Helen's Bedroom next morningThe Phantom of Nightopia Chapter 10 in General Fiction More Like This
The next morning, Helen woke up right as the sun rose over the horizon. She looked to her right, smiling to see her love, NiGHTS, still asleep in the chair next to her. Getting out of bed she went and put on a long, flowing black dress, with a long black cape to go over it. On the table next to her bed was a vase with 5 roses tied together in a black ribbon. Helen grabbed them from out of the vase and headed for the door, but then she saw NiGHTS again, and she couldn't resist. Helen quickly and quietly kissed NiGHTS's forehead without waking him up, and then left the room, headed for her carriage.
As she walked out of the Opera House's entrance, she saw her carriage driver standing around in the falling snow, looking for someone who needs to go somewhere. As Helen approached him he smiled, and bowed to her.
"Good morning Miss Cartwright! Where would you like to go?" he asked excitedly.
"Could you please take me to the cemetery?" Helen asked quiet, and somew
...good night... ...all I wanted was lost...good night... in Free Verse More Like This
all I lost was never mine
you were never mine
and I lost you...
...but I still want you...
Starlight, star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have this first wish I wish tonight
...shush little lamb,
please go to sleep
nothing's in the shadows
where the stalkers creep...
Starlight, star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Live to see tomorrow's light-
...shush little lamb,
don't make a sound
the monsters won't get you
if you can't be found...
Star light, star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Live to see tomorrow's light-
...shush little lamb,
there's nothing to fear
you'll never be alone again
I promise, dear...
Starlight star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may I wish I might-
...have this first wish I wish tonight...
...but I made the wishes first, lamb...
ClichesThey say "all dogs go to heaven"Cliches in Free Verse More Like This
And "all sinners go to hell"
They say our efforts are "just a drop in the bucket"
And that we're "saved by the bell"
They say "you can't teach an old dog new tricks"
And that "only time will tell"
Well I say "damn you and your stupid cliches
This world's already gone to hell."
The MaskI wear the mask of smiles and liesThe Mask in Free Verse More Like This
It shrouds the face and hides my eyes
You cannot see through my disguise
I wear the mask
You wear the mask; it cloaks your face
You hide from me your deep disgrace
Because the world would be abased
You wear the mask
We wear the mask; alike we hide
We must; if they take all our pride
We'll fade and slowly die inside
We wear the mask
HonestyI find it difficult to write.Honesty in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
comes out wrong fights mepulses clear and sharp inside my brainhead, but vanishes as I tryattempt to get it on paper.
I don't know if I've ever told anyone this, but I love to write on paper. Typing
dreivesdrives me up the wall.
Yet as soon as I put pen to paper?
That bubbling, unceasing
stestream of words that constantly flows throunthrough my mind?
See you later.
Worse than that frustration,
is when I dowhen I do write, I hate it.
I loathe it.
stupic stupidpitiful crap that makes me cringe when I read it later.
I ask myself "What were you thinking, you stupid, moronic,
I can't stand my own
Isn't that sad?
When I wa
This Poem Stole My WalletThis poem stole my walletThis Poem Stole My Wallet in Free Verse More Like This
As its very last resort
I guess it was miffed at me
You know? Feeling out of sorts.
Poor poem, how I pity you
But really, what could I say?
"I'm sorry, no time for writing this week,
Come back some other day."
But no! It wouldn't listen.
Simply insisted to be written
Despite my protests of being tired today.
So now here it is, hope it's happy.
At the very least it's not sappy.
But it is an absolute jerk of the very worst sort.
Not to mention a mess, without
Rhyme, reason, or rhythm
To hold its sorry lines
And varied stanzas
I denounce it as a magpie, a jaybird, a crow
I'm ashamed to even think that I could write something so low.
Thank heavens! It's the end. It's had its silly fun.
I bid you all goodnight, this poem's finally done.
Sigh...Don't you know that it's okay to fall into the sea?Sigh... in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes you're just swallowed up, no need to break yourself free
They say it hurts to give up, 'cause it's something they've never done
They've never fallen from the light, gone days without a sun.
When you're already under and the tide's still dragging you down,
Why fight? You'll only be torn asunder, and there's such peace when you drown.
Fall into the inky depths, don't fear the darkened sea.
There are no monsters there that don't already live in me...
How to Get to the MoonFox frantically ran through the woods looking for his friend. "Raccoon!" He yelped. "Raccoon!!" He spotted Raccoon rifling through a trash can and sprinted over. "Raccoon!" He gasped as he drew near. "You'll never guess what's happening! It's so exciting!"How to Get to the Moon in Short Stories More Like This
Raccoon sighed. He'd only had an hour of peace from Fox's hyperness, and now he had to put up with it all through lunch? He turned and glared at Fox, already knowing that he would be dragged along to see this "exciting" thing, no matter what he said. Still, nobody ever said he couldn't finish lunch first.
"Do you mind?" He snapped. "I am trying to eat here."
Fox stopped yelping and looked abashed for a second. "I know " he whined, flattening his ears against his head in the most ingratiating way, "but-"
"No buts." Raccoon growled, and turned back to his trash can. Apparently the owners of the trash can had had a picnic earlier. There was a half-eaten chicken leg, and some blueberries, and the most amazing looking chocolate donut
ChangeMyself and I are going outChange in Free Verse More Like This
To see this world we've heard about
we've thought about it
talked about it
dreamed about it
hoped about it
laughed about it
wished about it
ran from it
hid from it
we can't keep running
we can't keep hiding
we'll face it
together. . .
Fearful PeopleUnthinkingly I hide my eyesFearful People in Free Verse More Like This
Afraid to let the world inside.
They must never come to realize
How much I prize
And fear their lies.
You've noticed this, you think you've won
Because I hide; why can't you see?
However much I fear your lies,
You, just as much, fear me.
My Chemical RomanceLove is chemicalMy Chemical Romance in Free Verse More Like This
A magnetic response
Forcing lies into our minds
So we continue living
Next to each other
We would've been extinct long ago
Even though I cannot stand you
I cannot bear to be around you
I cannot seem to escape
Something keeps me running back to you
I can't control myself
Nothing but a chemical
Keeps us dancing, romancing
Nothing but a chemical romance
A chemical love
Hello, AgainYou scream goodbye foreverHello, Again in Free Verse More Like This
I whisper hello again into your ear
This fire burns within me
It won't ever let you go
Breathe in deeply
It might be your last
You can never truly escape
From those that hold you close
So stop resisting
Take my heart and make it your own
It needs a new home
InbetweenFear is at the heart of loveInbetween in Free Verse More Like This
Push is a major component of shove
Are like spaces in sidewalks
Tiny cracks under our feet
PerfectI am mePerfect in Free Verse More Like This
I may not be the best
I may not be perfect
But I am who I am
Hate me or love me
It doesn't matter to me
Because I am me
I don't care what you think
I don't care who you are
Because I am me
I may not be perfect
I may not be anywhere close
But I am me
That's all that matters
I don't care if I'm perfect
I don't care what you think
So haters, don't bother
You don't bother me
Because I am me
And that's all I care about
So who cares if I'm perfect
Who cares if I care
I am me
And I like that
I enjoy being unique
Having my own words
I am the only one to label me
So don't even try
Because I am me
I am me
I am only me
You are not me
You can't be me
Because I am me
I'm not perfect
I am who I am
And I am me
Everything I'm not
I'm not the model type
I am me
If you still don't understand
Then you don't have to be my friend
You are you
And I am me
Figure 8Running in circlesFigure 8 in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With the moon shining through me
I am incomplete
toastdelicious, and quitetoast in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
buttery might i add and
quite good with jelly
Until It SleepsNever restUntil It Sleeps in Free Verse More Like This
Don't bother trying to sit down
There's no rest for the wicked
Until it sleeps
A monster lurks within these walls
Waiting to break free of our chains
That we hold down so tightly
No more time
The beast remembers everything you ever did to it
It doesn't care if you're sorry
It only wants to rest
So you will cry in pain
Until it sleeps
Fractured WingsI bandaged my wings in discarded cocoons,Fractured Wings in Free Verse More Like This
and pasted sparrow feathers on my arms,
in hopes they would last until the dawn
Fallen angels don't have to work too hard
To break down your hopes or to
tear off your useless wings
After you were done with the surgery
After I've stitched myself together
I knew I'd never be the same again,
as hand-sewn angels who tumble
trying to grasp at the sunrise,
don't have very long to live
I never meant to fall apart
Or tear you down with me
There's no more darkness in the light
No more time left to fight
It's time to say goodbye
Fight MeIt took all of your love to forgive meFight Me in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It took all of your sin to forget me
It wasn't worth it the end
I saw what happened to you
You always wanted to fight me
But never mustered the courage
Never brought it all together
Into one rage
One imaculate hatred
It took all of my composure to stand strong
It took me quite a while to learn to stand alone
It took a while to learn
You always wanted to fight me
Never giving me a second chance
It took too long to forget
The images of you
I know you want to
I know you want to fight me
I never wanted to hurt you
I never wanted to harm you
But I did
And I'm sorry
You always wanted to fight me
One ounce of gratitude or forgiveness
Thank you for the memories
A Little DoseCan you rememberA Little Dose in Free Verse More Like This
the date today?
or have all the days slid into each other like
the evaporating colors in a rainbow
or a car into another,
car parts strewn with bloodless carnage across the asphalt.
the spectators are slowing down now to stare and
Its too easy, too easy to feel your heartbeat
and the wheel under your hands,
the sweat-slick texture of your skin,
the pattern of your breathing
and the slight throb behind your left eye
from staying up too late,
and a thousand other annoyances that let you know
youre still on Earth
when its all stopped
for someone else.
But it breaks the monotony, right?
for the brief few moments you see it,
before its filed away under Memory
or just discarded, you remember youre alive,
because its so easy to forget that,
and a little dose of death cures that,
as long as its not your own.
51109I am scraping the last51109 in Free Verse More Like This
clumps of coherency out of my skull,
cutting off my eyelids and injecting caffeine.
Hannibals crusade, Napoleons final attack,
The British trying to take back America,
us staying together,
and this is just another losing battle.
Im spread out on the floor of my room,
still dressed, and its 4:30 in the morning
and my only company is the grunting of the printer,
forced to spit out something I cant remember writing.
Ive painted green leaves on the side of my house,
on the backs of my hands, because summer has come
to wither everything brown, Midas with a touch of death,
and I need to be able to remember spring
even when all the color has fled.
DreamcatchersYou broke the dreamcatcher I made,Dreamcatchers in Free Verse More Like This
red and white beads spread across the floor
and taut strings curled up and
no longer entangled up in one another.
You smiled at me and said as an apology
that now all my dreams would be free to
roam the pastures of my waking hours,
feeding off my fruit and
maturing, becoming something
larger than baby wisps of natural silence.
You said my dreams should not have been trussed up
and held captive like fugitives and thieves,
forced into a sunlit world not their own
or saved up like shiny copper pennies for dark days.
They belong in lavender-colored minutes,
when stars hum distantly,
and reflected in my eyes,
open or covered in weariness.
I showed you that dreams can also shine through
smiles, but (Im sorry) the one I gave you was
made out of wisps of the silence I am giving you,
so I dont have to explain to you that
dreamcatchers catch as many dreams as
firetrucks start fires,
and that they only catch my nightmares.
Dance of the SpiritsHe lives off dandelion seeds,Dance of the Spirits in Free Verse More Like This
seasoned with tattered colors from the Aurora Borealis,
and sometimes its the edges of his fingernails,
and he draws pictures of striped purple cats
because he saw a movie once where
one disappeared except for its smile,
and he knows enough people to know
that sometimes that smile is all there is
and too many have forgotten whats supposed
to fill in the space behind it.
he has seen the atrocity in benevolence,
mismatched socks of emotions
sliding in her eyes and the curve of her mouth
upwards like a crescent moon,
like waning and stretched skin over ribs,
like the slumber of winter in the north
painted by the curtains of color
that die on Halloween or in May
and glow again in other months,
and in those months he paints self-portraits
(and the paintings have more than animals
5809The moons in your eyes,5809 in Free Verse More Like This
not in the shape of that swollen circle
that brings the werewolves parading,
but curved like a Cheshire cat grin,
full of riddles and the hidden planes
orbiting rocks keep away from us.
(you make me want to be an astronaut.)
5709I made resolutions every New Year5709 in Free Verse More Like This
to stop wallflowering my way through everything,
because theres only so many times
someone can forget youre two feet away from them
(or never even notice in the first place)
until it stops being amusing.
every year I feel the silk walls
pull themselves a little tighter:
my teammate asks where I am
when Im sitting in front of her,
the youth group president doesnt know
who I am but
Ive served on the board with him for a year,
people trip over me,
and each opened door
is not opened for me,
but stabs its doorknob into the side of my hips.
every year I feel the silk walls
grow a little thicker,
this is my cocoon
and my protection,
but the walls touch my chest when I inhale
and I think Ive grown too much
to be protected anymore.
If I do ever make it out,
dont expect wetly folded wings
attached to a newborn butterfly because
monarchs and checkerspots and swallowtails
are all now beyond me.
expect something with wings
5509The girls with the faux pearls5509 in Free Verse More Like This
Write notes to one another:
You are as beautiful
As life itself,
and not meaning life,
but only the idea of it.
They are not saying
You are as beautiful as the
spilled wine beginning or the following banshee cry,
because thats too messy and not pretty unless
nor the poster-child of all nighters I have become
with the drawn banshee face, no,
Their life is the orbiting moons of Jupiter,
Which no one remembers the names of
and reflecting reflecting reflecting.
They wear angels fleece in bed,
in life, and wait to be culled.
SicknessShe has all the symptoms:Sickness in Free Verse More Like This
pulling air into her lungs
is a valiant civil war
(and shes wondering who the victor is),
she has a slouch like Lincoln,
like an NBA star without the fame,
if they had ever wanted to
go somewhere and not be recognized
by only an abnormal height, by a difference,
if they had wanted to hide in front of people,
as if she were something small and furred
with button eyes and predators, and a tail
she could tuck between her legs.
Her friends are whispering
and she can listen
because shes good at not being noticed by now,
there are words like lovesickness and who?
but she whispers kyphosis,
that ended when he died clutching the gypsy
Esmerelda after being denied by her,
and he can only hold her when she does not know shes being held,
when not being able to breathe is not a problem.
SOSI want to do something meaningless,SOS in Free Verse More Like This
something instinct has ignored
and my mind has not thought of,
counting pomegranate seeds and forgetting the numbers
and making wishes on three-leaf clovers,
and saying what I mean without
filling it with metaphors
or secret messages,
because theres been enough of those,
too much, and Ive thrown
my decoder ring out the window.
Oblivious is now my closest friend
(but not my best one, I dont know
if shes good for me)
and Im trying not to hear what goes on
between letters, in the spaces and gaps
left by the end and beginning of each word,
like floating bottles from desert islands,
carrying an SOS and a prayer
that is doomed to never be fulfilled,
because no one will bother to answer
except the children,
because they still believe in superheroes and
dont know the currents flow in one direction
and never back,
but the adults will stop them because
they know, and when as children they sent out
their own bottles, there we
Rite of PassageTheyre handing out a goodbye and a tear toRite of Passage in Free Verse More Like This
everyone they make eye contact with,
trying not to peer too deeply because theres
not enough time to contemplate whats looking out from those eyes,
the scarecrows or the frightened, starving crows
condensed in the shadow of the microphone
on the guitarists lips
while he sings Hallelujah and strums,
we are what weve killed and the band
has gone home to grow patches of
flowing baldness and swollen beer guts,
waiting thirty years before they can smile
about standing on a stage and being adored without
their words tasting like unsweetened coffee,
brown, bitter, and full of jolting
and its been thirty years and now
if they look into each others eyes
for the gravestones of stillborn dreams
their sight is too feeble to see anything
the songwriters immortalize in lyrics,
and too rheumy to show it.
An Unwelcome EncounterWell-Woven Net, Knot 11: An Unwelcome EncounterAn Unwelcome Encounter in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alessar was roaming around the Denerim market, passing time until his companions were to regroup, when he was distracted by a handsome display of daggers for sale. While graceful in design, the weapons were clearly meant to be functional, and their lines seemed somewhat familiar. Trying to recall why, he paused to examine the blades more closely.
"Ah, another customer. Please, feel free to browse my wares, and do let me know if I can help you with anything."
While the voice was unknown to him, the accent was not, and Alessar finally remembered where he'd seen such craftsmanship before. Zevran's original Crow dagger had been like this: elegantly simple, well-balanced, and razor sharp. He glanced up at the Antivan shopkeeper, who was eyeing him intently.
Maybe he's afraid I'm going to try to steal one, the elf thought a little sourly. He had gotten plenty of dis
A GiftWell-Woven Net, Stray Strand: A GiftA Gift in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I brought you something," Zevran announced as he strode out of Denerim's market square.
Alessar looked at the other elf curiously, wondering what he'd found this time. The man was almost as bad as a real, feathered crow, Alessar thought with amusement. He was constantly finding little trinkets or such things and showing them, or outright giving them, to his lover. Sometimes he bought them, if they caught his eye in a marketplace; most times they were things found in the course of exploration. Either way, the Antivan seemed to enjoy surprising him with these small gifts every so often.
The Warden tried not to let his expectations rise as Zevran made his way over to where he waited for the rest of the group, but it was hard not to look forward to one of the Antivan's presents. Even the smallest were usually worth a smile or a laugh.
"I had wondered if I'd ever see this in Ferelden," Zevran said con
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Alessar kept tugging at the hem of his tunic. It was strange not to be wearing at least part of his armor, and stranger still to be wearing such fine clothes. Not that these were overly ornate or formal, but they were better than pretty much anything he'd ever owned, aside from his ill-fated wedding clothes.
The grey and blue tunic and trousers had been provided by Arl Eamon ("Not even gifts, Grey Warden, just a simple courtesy," the arl had said with a tired smile as he had the Wardens' party presented with clean clothes suited to their status), and were slightly too large -- unsurprising, considering his elven stature, after all. But it was a kind gesture, and it certainly wouldn't hurt to have presentable clothing in the future, especially if they were going to be muddling in politics in Denerim...
There was a quiet knock at the door. That was another odd thing -- having a door, let alone an
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It was still almost impossible to believe. Had they really, truly, found the Urn of Sacred Ashes, the last earthly remains of the Prophet Andraste?
Alessar brushed his hand over his belt pouch again, knowing that nestled inside, wrapped a tiny envelope of oilcloth, was a pinch of those ashes. They had seen a High Dragon, they had been questioned by the shades of Andraste's contemporaries... they had somehow fought phantom copies of themselves, and they had even walked through fire. All of that to finally come to Andraste's final resting place. For a short time, their worldly concerns had seemed almost trivial in comparison.
He certainly wasn't the most religious person, but it was the Chantry, and their rules and laws and history, that he had little love for. Like many elves, he had a sense of reverence for Andraste herself, for what she had done and the message she had tried
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Zevran sat near the fire, as was his habit after supper. Frequently, this time was spent mending his gear or sharpening his blades, sometimes accompanied by a bit of chat, sometimes not. Tonight was one of the rare occasions that he had little to work on while the others went about their business, and he found himself examining the pair of Dalish gloves that Alessar had given to him.
The assassin hadn't understood at first; he was perfectly happy with the light, well-worn leather gloves he already had, and it took time to get a new pair of gloves properly broken in. Given the constant threat of werewolf attacks since they'd entered the forest proper, the story about his mother's gloves that he had told the Grey Warden in the Dalish camp had been last thing on his mind in the past couple of days. It was just another of those personal bits of trivia that he seemed to let slip with unsettling re
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Alessar stood at the fringe of the woods, looking back towards the group's campsite. They had had to spend more time than expected fighting the maddened Havenite cultists, and he had no desire to try to climb halfway up a mountain -- with an injured guide -- near or after nightfall. Who knew who (or what) could be waiting up there? Instead, they reluctantly decided to camp for the night, outside of Haven proper; they would make their way up to the old temple in the morning. Genitivi had chafed at the delay, until Alessar pointed out that breaking his other leg while stumbling about on a mountainside would make it very difficult indeed to study the temple at all, once they got there. The scholar finally relented and was now sleeping soundly, probably for the first time in days.
It was getting late; supper had been several hours ago, and most of the others were talking qu
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Alessar stood in front of the campfire, arms crossed, and stared morosely into the flames. Their foray into Denerim had been dismal. He supposed he should be happy that they hadn't been caught and turned in to Teyrn Loghain for the bounty on their heads, but other than that, very little had gone well.
Not only had they not found Brother Genitivi, but it seemed that someone had tried to impersonate his apprentice, to throw any callers off of the trail of the Urn of Sacred Ashes. Bloody peculiar business, but at least they had been able to find Genitivi's research. It was going to be a long haul to the Frostbacks, looking for the little town of Haven, however; he figured they could stop at the Mages' Tower on Lake Calenhad on the way. He hoped that recruiting the help of the Circle of Magi would be a relatively simple thing, but nothing had been simple so far...
Not even reunit
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The Wardens' party had been to the Gnawed Noble Tavern before, assisting the Denerim city guard with some out-of-control mercenaries; the barmaids recognized them, or at least, they recognized Alessar and Zevran, who stood out as openly armed elves, and the group was immediately offered drinks. Alessar demurred politely, saying that they were there for business, and inquired where they might find the Antivan merchant they were meeting.
The girl who answered seemed nonplussed, if not a little nervous, as she directed the party to the first guest room in the back. They entered cautiously, keeping an eye out for anything as mundane as a mechanical trap or a sneak attack, but the way was clear.
Ignacio waited in the innermost room, two silent guards looming in the corners. Alessar knew Alistair and Zevran would make sure their exit route would not be blocked off -- at least, not from the inside -- so for
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Alistair held up his shield against the hail of arrows as he looked around, trying to find his fellow Warden amidst the madness of battle. What had caused Zevran to cry out like that?
He only realized that the elven archer had fallen when he saw Wynne making her way towards his supine form, freezing the single genlock in her path with a focused burst of cold. Alistair couldn't make out her expression clearly at this distance, but she didn't look particularly worried...
Zevran, on the other hand, was fighting like a demon, recklessly chasing down genlock archers and single-handedly dispatching them with brutal slashes of his daggers. He was usually quick enough to evade their blundering counterattacks, the templar knew, but he was going to get himself hurt if he was fighting blindly.
"Zevran! Pull yourself together!" he shouted, wondering if the elf would heed him. After all these month
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Alessar stood at the window, his hands braced against the sill as he looked up at the thin silver sickle of the moon. It looked sharp enough to cut the velvet of the night sky, he thought, then sniggered a little at his own overly dramatic metaphor.
"What is so amusing?" Zevran joined him by the window, setting his wooden cup down on the sill. The two elves had gone through most of the gifted bottle of wine while Zevran regaled the Warden with humorous anecdotes from his previous line of work. Of course, the wine made most everything funny, but the assassin had a self-mocking mode of storytelling that was quite engaging. Eventually, though, Alessar had wanted a moment to clear his head, and had opened the shutters to the cold night air.
The head-clearing effect was somewhat dampened by Zevran's proximity, however. The other elf's hand rested companionably on Alessar's s
Savage Curses 1Savage CursesSavage Curses 1 in Drama More Like This
By Ariel-D and Kgemeni
Description: Jarlaxle seeks the Cleansing Stone, but acquiring the Stone comes with a price. In the process, Jarlaxle and Entreri both have to face their inner fears. Set post-SotS.
Disclaimer: Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle belong to WotC and RAS. No profit is being made.
A/N: I played Artemis, and Kgemeni played Jarlaxle. Warnings for brief sexual violence. Contains some fluff and some rather stiff irony.
Set after Servant of the Shard. Pushes against what comes afterward.
The clang of metal ringing against metal filled the air. Artemis Entreri held in a growl as the disembodied sword attacked him; he hated fighting wizards. He slashed through the magical sword, dispelling it, only to find a swarm of magical missiles headed his way. He sheathed his dagger and switched Charon's Claw to his left hand, catching the missiles with his gauntlet
In Defense of FriendshipIn Defense of FriendshipIn Defense of Friendship in Humor More Like This
Description: AU crack!fic in which Jarlaxle and Entreri are aware of the things that have been written about them. Humor/Parody.
Disclaimer: Jarlaxle, Entreri, and Drizzt are owned by RAS and Wizards of the Coast. No profit is being made.
Author’s Note: It’s half-humor/half-parody. Just go with it.
Jarlaxle sat across the table from Entreri in a bustling tavern, both of them still nursing their drinks. While Jarlaxle sipped on a sweet red wine, Artemis worked on a honeymead ale. Also, Jarlaxle was quite distracted by the barmaids; he even managed to slip a gold coin down the bodice of a particularly stunning blonde.
“Is there some reason you must flirt with every woman you see?” Entreri asked after the barmaid left their table. “Good gods, they don’t even have to walk on two legs, and you want to lie with them.”
Divergent Paths 2Reminders: "Kaa-san" means mother and "jan" is the random syllable Kankuro adds to his sentences because he speaks in a punk accent.Divergent Paths 2 in Drama More Like This
"Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back."
--"The Road Not Taken," Robert Frost
Chapter Two Never Turning Back, Age 12
I don't want to cease to exist.
The thought struck Gaara along with consciousness, pulling him from the darkness. He became aware of his surroundings slowly, noting the breeze passing over his arms and tousling his hair as well as the damp heat along his entire front side, especially against his cheek. Next he realized that his legs were being squeezed, although not uncomfortably so, and that every few seconds he was being jostled faintly. Finally, he noticed the smell of pine trees and the sounds of chirping birds.
I'm still here, Gaara thought, opening his eyes. Running beside him was his sister, who to his confusi
Less Than PerfectLess Than PerfectLess Than Perfect in Drama More Like This
Description: At age 14, Entreri is a lieutenant in the Basadoni Guild, and his personal mantra is ‘less than perfect gets you killed.’ Pasha Basadoni has taken an interest in his newest officer, though, and challenges Entreri’s perception. The moment has a strange effect on the boy.
Disclaimer: Belongs to RAS and Wizards of the Coast, not me. No profit is being made.
Author’s Note: This story is built directly upon RAS’ 1994 story “The Third Level” in the Realms of Infamy. For those of you who haven’t read it, this story establishes a somewhat different history than is presented in RotP, and it also focuses at the end on how Entreri is promoted soon after joining the Basadoni Guild. Entreri thinks to himself often in the story that “Less than perfect gets you killed.”
This fic is also inspired by the interesting relationship between
In the End: friendship, 400 w.In the EndIn the End: friendship, 400 w. in Drama More Like This
Jarlaxle stirred faintly, roused by the clanging of a buoy mixed with the splashing of ocean waves and the cries of sea gulls. The world had changed a great deal since 878 DR, when he'd been born. Now it was 1978, and Skullport's harbor was filled with steel battleships and cruise liners. Jarlaxle had grown old, although his mother than been older when she died. But there was no evil goddess to keep him alive unnaturally long, and the Weave had been exhausted, making magic die. And Jarlaxle was sitting on his private beach letting the soft rays of the sunset warm him. He got cold easily these days; he fell asleep accidentally.
But he was never so far gone as to miss the approach of the human walking up the beach toward him. The man wore white pants and a white shirt, the pants rolled up a few inches so he could let the waves lap over his feet. The shirt was unbuttoned, providing a
Never: angst, 100 wordsNeverNever: angst, 100 words in Drama More Like This
The hard, flat voice was exactly as Jarlaxle remembered it: "I never wanted to see you again."
"You told me to fare well or fare ill; you didn't care which." The drow offered an empty smile, hoping Entreri didn't see through it.
"I still don't care." Entreri stood from behind his office desk in the Copper Ante. "Whatever your scheme is now, I refuse to be a part of it."
"Can you say that when you'll benefit also? Especially without hearing the deal?"
"I can." Entreri pointed at the door. "Goodbye, Jarlaxle."
The drow left as asked, feeling strangely defeated.
Savage Curses 3Chapter ThreeSavage Curses 3 in Drama More Like This
Entreri expected a white flash, but all that happened was that he awakened in the last place he remembered being: a low couch in the Maranelli Guild penthouse. He sighed and pushed himself in to a sitting position, something that wasn't as easy as it used to be. He was sixty years old now, and he'd packed on forty pounds, making him overweight but not obese.
Still, he could most certainly tell the difference forty pounds made; he lost his breath in fights sometimes. However, he had no motivation to change his lot. Life held no meaning for him. Besides, he was a lieutenant in the Maranelli Guild, so he was plenty rich enough to eat and drink what he liked when he liked.
And that was exactly why he had a hangover.
Entreri groaned at the sharp pain in his head. Fortunately, the curtains were drawn over the windows, so the light wasn't too bad. He struggled to his feet, sighed, and headed toward the dining hall. He
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"Damned drow! Don't die."
The words seemed to reach Jarlaxle through a soupy haze. An errant thought nagged him, the thought that something important had happened and he needed to remember what. No answers followed, though.
"If you die now, I'll never forgive you."
Jarlaxle wanted to either laugh or frown laugh at the thought he'd die so easily and frown at whoever was making such odd pronouncements over him. As though he would die! But no sooner had he thought that than he remembered being in a fight, one worse than usual. Yes, that was right. He'd been close to breaking the ball that would whisk him off to a place even he couldn't predict, but if he'd been in that much trouble, why wasn't he safely elsewhere?
Wait. There had been someone else. A few someone elses, really. That crazy child of his long-dead friend and his equally insane lov
Learning TraditionsLearning TraditionsLearning Traditions in Humor More Like This
By Ariel-D and Surreptitious Chi X
Description: To Entreri’s vexation, Jarlaxle discovers the Surface tradition of birthdays. Crack!fic/crack!fluff.
Disclaimer: Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle belong to WotC and RAS. No profit is being made.
A/N: I played Artemis, and Chi played Jarlaxle. Written for Christmas, but since there is no such holiday in FR, we went with general birthdays.
Set after Servant of the Shard. Ignores all that comes afterward.
Artemis Entreri knew he was having a bad day when he settled at the corner table at the tavern only to realize the long table beside him was filled not only with people but also presents. Before he could even suggest to Jarlaxle that they find a different tavern, he was assaulted by the song he hated most in life – the North's birthday song:
"It's your birthday, it's your birthday,
We gift you first with a unicorn wit
Divergent Paths 3"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I Divergent Paths 3 in Drama More Like This
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
"The Road Not Taken," Robert Frost
Chapter Three The Difference, Age 14
Gaara had to wonder if he was making any difference. He wondered if he'd be allowed to make a difference.
Stopping in the last village at the edge of the forest, Gaara and his siblings considered the small selection of restaurants. They'd never stopped there for supper before, having always come through early in the morning or late at night.
"Not much to chose from, jan," Kankuro commented, surveying the stores with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
"Anything's better than rations." Temari crossed her arms. "And I insist on fresh, hot tea."
Lured by the smell of frying meat and baking bread, Gaara headed toward the nearest restaurant, his siblings trailing behind him. His thoughts weren't on food, though
wake upIwake up in Free Verse More Like This
get out of bed, forget all the shit your dreams said
spin the starlights in your head
get your morning shave
put on coffee and
the radio- checking for the traffic,
blues upon your stereo,
or else fuck that and lets stay here.
eyes like moon hanging under clouds:
half-shaded and feral, you see
costumed living dancing on the day of the dead
but then daddy you know its all the same;
the street is blowing up in heat
the people are all giving the signal
(secret shaded eyes that paint a flash in the mind;
the object of desire on the chessboard)
a bomb went off on E Street
and you were standing on the sidelines,
taking note of the wreckage
baby you can start a fire:
with your lazy eyes
your Columbia movements
avocado mind (salted and sweat)
it doesnt make an inch of difference;
let's pack our things together,
throw off the dust
killers blood- love
television bluessmoke rose up like the devil fromtelevision blues in Free Verse More Like This
tarmac and potholes,
steamed out from the dont walk signs
flashing into your brain
an illuminated popsicle in the darkness;
smoke and summer in your cats bones
tv voodoo love machine in musical catgut
i am the darkest love tunnel youll ever meet and my
mayan sign is death.
some people think theyre always right,
others are quiet and uptight-
if it aint too much to ask,
on this fine neon night
take me out to dinner, fool around some-
forget all about me and
never try to call me again.
bam! sed the colt 45,
la barcelonetaIn Puerto Rico,la barceloneta in Free Verse More Like This
a flower bloomed-
thick skinned and petals
exuding the soft, rank breath
You, standing in the sun, by the water-
in front of Conquistador city sidewalks;
in a song.
Shirtless, on the prowl-
Bound in heat and all wound up in muscle,
Art along your
Your body is an
but to me it's somethin sweet.
Your clean sheets in the morning,
shower mist into the claws of summer heat-
cherry bombwhen you pass,cherry bomb in Free Verse More Like This
all the spanish guys
with barrio eyes
remark on the lovely summer swing
of your walk
and the way your even skin says
honey to the birds---
what they don know, ti bella,
is that youre a gunslinging cowboy
and that youre set on
bombing and imploding
with a streak of emblem lipgloss.
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the curved smell of white soap,
the tangle of your pale skin.
and you've got winter in your eyes-
ice flowers on your mouth.
it's nothing but some radiation,
nothing but a little
your hips like gunpowder,
explosive down the street...
cowboy, flick off ash, and
become, in the summer breeze,
jamiethis has gotta be the worst news yet-jamie in Free Verse More Like This
when the devil found out you was pregnant,
he did a jig.
bagpipes in Hell and
steel magnolias playing on a
universal TV set.
thats pretty much as bad as it can get for me.
i know i said it was alright,
but just leave the money at the door
and thatll be the end.
beautiful 6your mind is deluded,beautiful 6 in Free Verse More Like This
your head is thick.
you strike out like a snake,
and you always hit the parts
that hurt the most.
and you do it on purpose.
your brain is all gray matter, working on the subconcious-
the way you move is like coffee,
you dont take care of yourself.
your thick skin is calloused and your Catholic pulse is
spinning you out into art.
slowly becoming a child again.
you are all nails.
i know though that,
underneath it all,
you cry, and cry.
and that is why i dont say anything.
feelin like a dog in the yardGirls, dont go crazyfeelin like a dog in the yard in Free Verse More Like This
when men use you
You was prolly askin for it,
she sed with a curling mouth,
Not that i know much.
And anyway the same thingd happened to her-
so why even give it attention? she thot.
Since ya cant have your cake n eat it too,
I just hang out in back-
by the limits of shadows,
suspended in subtle
and not havin any concious part in any of it.
Since it doesnt matter much to me anyway,
I just dont get involved.
Its not a good feelin
to see some girl crying,
Oriental red and blackbird fake lashes
done up in vain: amassing stupidity;
or else some guy,
staring empty at hi
Death Valley, CA"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,Death Valley, CA in Free Verse More Like This
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over." -23rd psalm
"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for I'm the baddest motherfucker in the valley." - General Patton
In the swimming heat,
The glaring sunshine-
Beneath the veranda of a cigarette,
And through the mist of blood and dirt-
I find you by my side.
This aint no dissertation.
Along the California beach-
(through Vietnam clouds of mosquitoes)
Home is where the heart is;
Lilacs and underneath the soil, the bodies of the dead,
Spirits rising up and
Coursing through my veins.
A slight piano so
doux companionblue, cosmic blue,doux companion in Free Verse More Like This
that's the way i feel for you-
gunpowder in your eyes, staring low:
smell of smoke on your clothing,
curling gray on your tie.
i know i said i didnt believe in it,
but i keep feeling it (a low drumming in my chest)
and i can talk out both sides of my mouth,
can be untrue to you.
untrue in the truest way of course-
but words dont matter, just
sit down with me and
watch the stars burst small and melodic
into the starry almond taste
of your mouth -
sans tobacco, avec tobacco
it doesnt really matter when all you do is die.
It Was A DayIt was a day a little bit like todayIt Was A Day in Free Verse More Like This
the way the clouds threw shadows over the hill
the day you realized that you weren’t going to find your future.
You were never going to go to Mars
You were never going to open the door that led, inexorably, to Narnia
(or even Telmar, you weren’t picky, and you were confident of your ability
to lead the revolution.)
Inigo Montoya was not going to slap you on the back
and invite you to take up the mantle of the Dread Pirate Roberts.
There would be no sardonic Vulcans or Andorians;
you would never be handed an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.
That was a strange day.
It ranked up there with the day that you realized that everybody else saw the you in the mirror, not the you inside your head. Not the you that was lean and tough and clever, not the you with perfect hair and a resonant voice that never said “Um….?”
Not that you.
No, they got the one that was fat and wobbly and stiff inside with
Elf vs. Orc 9Sings-to-Trees' head shot up. He knew Fleabane's barks like the back of his hand. Short, rapid barks, not grating, hysterical ones--somewhere between a greeting and a warning. Fleabane knew the person approaching, but he didn't really like them.Elf vs. Orc 9 in Fantasy More Like This
That meant it was either one of the humans from down the road (excepting Matilda, who brought cheeses and always had a tidbit for a hungry coyote) or the rangers.
"Shit!" Sings-to-Trees leapt to his feet and began kicking Celadon's armor under the bed, followed by the extra blankets.
Celadon got unsteadily to her feet. "What is it?"
"Company. Might be rangers."
She could have asked questions, like "Are you going to turn me in?" or "Why are you panicking, if they're your people?" but Celadon was not inclined to waste time on stupid questions. She looked around hurriedly for a hiding place.
Sings-to-Trees caught her elbow. "Do you trust me?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not."
Getting her into the hiding place was awkward, but Celadon took it in s
Elf vs. Orc 5Sings-to-Trees's primary thought through the whole violent encounter was Not the throat again!Elf vs. Orc 5 in Fantasy More Like This
His neck hurt. He felt like a troll had used his esophagus as a dance floor. This could not be healthy. If he lived through this, he swore he would be nice to his throat for the rest of the year. Hot teas. Scarfs during winter. Anything.
For awhile, he didn't think he was going to live to see sunrise, let alone winter.
Then she'd apologized. The orc had stood there, with a distinctly sheepish expression on her face, and she'd apologized.
None of his patients ever apologized. Most of them couldn't talk, and it didn't seem to occur to the ones who could.
Half of him wanted to reply automatically—No, it's okay, these things happen, don't worry about it—and the other half was jumping up and down screaming You just tried to kill me, you green-faced lunatic! You can't just apologize for trying to kill people!
Perhaps fortunately, his throat was aching too badly
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Sings-to-Trees had hair the color of sunlight and ashes, delicately pointed ears, and eyes the translucent green of new leaves. His shirt was off, revealing the sort of tanned muscle acquired from years of healthy outdoor living, and you could have sharpened a sword on his cheekbones.
He was saved from being a young maiden's fantasy—unless she was a very peculiar young maiden—by the fact that he was buried up to the shoulder in the unpleasant end of a heavily pregnant unicorn. Bits of unicorn dung, which was not noticeably more ethereal than horse dung, were sliding down his arm, and every time the mare had a contraction, he lost feeling in his hand.
It had been nearly two hours, the ground was hard and cold and his knees felt like live coals wrapped in ice. She'd kicked him twice, and if Sings-to-Trees hadn't known that it was impossible, he'd have begun to suspect that the unicorn had arranged a breech birth out of spite.
No, he was being unfair. It couldn't be any more fun for her t
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 7 in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the
Elf vs. Orc 6He got a nasty start a few hours later, when he came in to check on her.Elf vs. Orc 6 in Fantasy More Like This
He'd tied her hands, her feet, thrown a loop or two around her waist, and roped everything to the bed, the chair, and the fire iron, just for good measure, He'd done everything short of hog-tying. She wasn't going to get loose in a hurry.
He wasn't sure why he was bothering, really, since he had a horrible feeling that if she said "Will you untie me?" he might do it, and if she said "please," he'd definitely do it.
Still, she didn't seem to be a threat conscious, so maybe that was okay.
Then, because his feelings were still churning and there was nothing for emotional turmoil like hard work, he'd gone off, fed the chickens and the gargoyle, picked peas, turned the compost heap, washed his hands and made soup. By the end, he was really quite exhausted, and ready for at least a nap in his chair.
Then he came back in to discover that her fever had vanished and she was shivering violently with cold.
Elf vs. Orc 2Celadon Toadstool was delirious.Elf vs. Orc 2 in Fantasy More Like This
The funny bit—uproariously funny, it seemed to her—was that she knew she was delirious. The world was billowing around her. It looked as if someone had meticulously painted the inside of a cottage on silk, and then hung it in a gentle breeze. The corners floated inward and collapsed back out again with a sigh.
That someone would go to all that trouble, painting a cottage on silk, was hilarious.
She knew she was wounded. She couldn't quite remember how she'd been wounded. Imagine not remembering a thing like that!
This also struck her as hilarious.
Her name, in Orcish, was Urrsharruk-gah, and she had skin the delicate gray-green of the gills of cave mushrooms, and eyes the color of stolen gold. Her hair was thick and dark and she wore it tucked under her helmet to keep enemies from being able to grab it, which was problematic, because she'd lost her helmet somewhere along the way, and she wasn't in the best of shape anyway.
Even in her immense good humor
Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 8 in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore, with a knee wedged into your ribs and blankets tangled around both of them like sleeping anacondas.
While it's traditional when parties of the opposite sex find themselves entangled for someone's hands to be in an embarrassing position, that actually wasn't the case. She was pretty much in the elf's lap, where one of his knees was up and digging into
Elf vs. Orc 4She let him go. She couldn't do much else. He was an elf, sure, but there were rules, and you didn't kill healers and you didn't kill priests.Elf vs. Orc 4 in Fantasy More Like This
The rage had to go somewhere. You couldn't go from halfway to gnawing your shield back to normal just like that. Celadon swallowed it, bitterly, the stone shattering, the red sea pouring through the wreckage. She threw her head back and snarled with the pain.
The elf lay sprawled on the ground beside the bed, holding his throat, his eyes closed. He was breathing in tight little gasps. She could have stomped on his head, but of course she wouldn't.
She was furious. Mostly at herself, truth be told. It had been so obvious. He'd checked her bandages, he hadn't been wearing armor, and this was as far from a cell as you could get. What more did she need, a sign saying "Non-combatant, please do not throttle," in several languages? But she'd been so mad—and scared, yes, let's be honest with ourselves—that she hadn't seen past the Enemy.
Elf vs. Orc 3Sings-to-Trees was being strangled.Elf vs. Orc 3 in Fantasy More Like This
He'd always expected a patient to kill him some day, but he'd thought he would be a lot older, and it would be an angry bull or a careless moment with a manticore or something along those lines, with an outside chance of being crushed under a nearsighted troll. He really hadn't anticipated anything like this.
The orc had been giggling to herself for a few minutes, and when he tried to talk to her, she only giggled harder. He didn't know if she could speak any of the languages, or if she was so delirious that she wasn't even hearing him. He had no real idea what the normal temperature for an orc was, but her skin burned against his fingers, and if he had to guess, he'd say she was running quite a high fever.
There was something very surreal about a giggling orc. It wasn't malicious, like when pixies left flaming piles of pixie-crap on your doorstep and hid to watch you step in it. This was a throaty, genuinely amused chuckle—reduced to a s
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Ezio didn't hesitate to just simply walk into Leonardo's workshop. I wanted to scold him for being so rude, but I was too excited to see Leonardo again.
The room was dimly lit, and there seemed to be even more papers and junk spilling out over the room. With a quick glance casting over the room, I saw the Italian painter standing next to one of his many shelves, reaching up and grabbing for something.
I got to it before Ezio could. "Leonardo!" I exclaimed, running past Ezio and up to Leonardo with open arms.
Leonardo took in the sight of us before I threw my arms around him. "Ezio! Narina!" He hugged me back in an excited manner and then took me by the shoulders and held me an arms length away. He looked over me quickly with a grin and then up to Ezio, who was approaching us now with his hood down and a smile on his lips.
"The past two years haven't changed you much, I see," Ezio commented, judging on how Leonardo didn't look all that much older and also by
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I bathed for the first time in a week once we were all settled in the Villa. Once I was cleaned of all blood, dirt and grime, I toweled myself off, rubbing away the ribbons of water. As I rubbed the towel into my hair roughly, I reached out to wipe away the steam that clouded the mirror.
The skin on the young girl that looked back at me was smooth and pale, a small dark mole under her right eye. Her lips were more pursed yet still full and rosy pink. Dark and wet black hair tumbled carelessly across her forehead and over her shoulders. Her figure wasn't exactly luscious-sort of soft and thin, but still very noticeable. However pretty and innocent looking, her deep blue eyes spoke of truths and realizations of a woman who had gone through a lifetime of trouble, and her face was drawn from her exhaustion and her own mistakes.
I was skeptical, but the round necklace that was rested against the woman's collarbone told me that this woman was indeed my own
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On the way back to Monteriggioni, Mario and the remaining mercenaries went ahead of Ezio and I, showing their excitement with large smirks and quick kicks to their horses sides to make the beasts run. It wasn't long before Ezio and I were long behind the rest of the group, Mario staying long enough behind to tell us he was going ahead as well.
I wasn't in the mood to join in the celebration ride I was still miffed about the whole 'not being able to kill Vieri' thing. Ezio stayed behind with me because I knew that he wanted to talk to me, judging by the looks he kept throwing at me from upon his horse on the other side of the path from me.
When Mario and his men were all but just dots down the road, Ezio veered his horse over towards me.
"Narina," he started, reaching up to lower his hood. The bright moon rays lit up his face, glinting slightly off of his dark hair.
Giving him a sideways glance, I said nothing, but didn't veer away from him like I
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"Qui siamo!" Federico announced, stopping in front of a huge house in the middle of Firenze. It was just a bit larger than most houses around, the pillars and arches of the front door suggesting that the family was proper and had a good fortune.
"Wow...." I whispered under my breath, and then pointed towards the house. "That one right there?"
Federico laughed. "Si. Venire." He offered his arm to me and led me to the door.
"You're family is ricco?" I asked as he pushed open the front door.
He grinned. "See for yourself." Pulling me in the door, he paused a moment to let me take in the sight. It was everything that you would expect in a rich families home--the polished surfaces of everything shining brightly in the dim light of the candles lit throughout the entire room. The grand staircase leading to the upper leveled rooms were covered in rich, red carpet. The paneled walls were edged with dark trimmings with a carved rose design. He led
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My breath caught in my throat when I awoke abruptly. Before I could glance around to try and figure out where I was, my body was thrown over a hard object and my body folded at my waist about it. Realizing that I was being treated as luggage, I tried to twist violently around in the position to see who was holding me to their shoulder.
"Stop squirming, l'acqua guarda."
Water eyes? Did this man just call me water eyes?
"Put me down, lei il bruto!" I yelled back at him, and then gasped in shock when I realized that I was speaking Italian. But...why wouldn't I know Italian?
"Just a little further--please hang on."
I felt like I should know whose voice this was, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Moreover, I felt like I should have known what was going on.
In actuality, I didn't know a thing. For god's sake, I didn't even know my own name! Who was I? What was I doing over this man's shoulder? Did he mean something to me? Should I ask him what the hell wa
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Chapter 0:The Transfer of Wishes
We all had a party at Tad's house for his 18th birthday. He drove us around Afton for hours, listening to music so loud that we could scream along and no one would know. It was Devin, Libby, Wyatt and me that was celebrating Tad's birthday with him. He had to beg Wyatt to come with us, since Tad was the only boy in our 'group'. Wyatt wasn't exactly close friends to us girls, but we were acquainted with him due to our time in orchestra together--the trips just brought people together more than one was comfortable with.
We ate at the Red Baron restaurant, had an ice-cream fight in the car, went and cleaned his mom's car, went to Canyon View park and took pictures for remembrances for years to come. We managed to get to Alpine in our shenanigans and we busted into Tad's house, his mother, Tami, greeting us with hugs and smiles.
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We left for San Gimignano as soon as Mario equipped me with the proper equipment A sword strapped to my hip, some throwing knifes attached to my belt, and a small dagger against the sturdy boots that Mario gave to me. Although he was concerned for my safety, he didn't strap a chest guard or spaulders onto me. I had trained without them, and he thought that it would be best if I fought more comfortably tonight.
I didn't have a clue what I was suppose to do when we got there, but I figured that Mario would devise a plan later. When Mario and I walked out of the villa and down the stairs into the small town, I silently looked back over my shoulder.
I saw Ezio's silhouette upon the Villa's roof, his uncovered face turned up towards the sky, the fading sun light peeping over the mountains glinting off of his dark hair and white clothing.
And I had once hoped... I thought sadly, and then turned to follow Mario through the town. Outside the town gate, ther
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When I woke up the next morning, I heard muffled talking from outside my window. I laid there for a moment, trying to figure out whose voices they were, but I couldn't due to my morning grogginess. I rolled out of the rather large bed, flinging the maroon covers off of me, and straightened out Ezio's clothing that I had slept in. After finding my shoes next to the door, I put them on and exited the room.
Walking down the halls, I realized that I hadn't taken the time to memorize the house yet, so I would probably find myself lost. Hopefully one of the brothers or Anetta were wandering around the house. However, even in my lack of recognition, I found the stairs to the front room. In the front room was Giovanni and Maria, and they were whispering lightly to each other and giving each other pecking kisses. Trying not to be awkward about it, I descended that stairs quietly to not disturb them. It was nice to see, however, that they loved each other despite Giovann
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"Here." Ezio handed me a dark leather belt. I wrapped it around my waist, entrapping the edges of the pants under the strap. I managed to get my shoes on, which were more like flat slippers or ballerina shoes, whatever the hell they were called. "Absolutely charming." I glared at the smiling man, and made my way back through his bedroom door.
"I'm not looking to impress, Ezio." I flipped my hair out of my eyes. "Comfort is my top priority."
Chuckling, he followed me out the door. "I already told you that I think it's a very endearing look for you."
I pointed to my face, plastered with annoyance. "Does it look like I care what you think?"
"No--but I could change that." Ezio raised an eyebrow at me, letting a sly smirk to curve his lips.
I rolled my eyes, but before I could respond to his outrageous offer, Federico appeared around the corner.
"There you two are," he said, jogging up to us. His face had signs of excitement, a small light shining in the depths