Post by Magda Searus on Jun 29, 2011 6:43:36 GMT -5
This is the ugliest story post I can ever make. I made it hurriedly, so sorry.
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Seven stood in the shadow of her beautiful castle, her amber eyes vacant as she stared off into her visions of the past, present and the future. Her goat, Mina, rubbed her horned head against her waist, once again trying to coax her out of her duties. Light seemed to come in her eyes and she glowered at the creature, pouting her lips in feigned anger.
“Mina, I saw the Lord Rahl! That wasn’t very nice, really, interrupting me when I could’ve understood the possibilities. You don’t know how hard it is these days to view the flow of time.”
From behind, Firebreath, a magnificent red dragon, approached silently. Seven didn’t have to turn to know he was there. If she were some ungifted fool, the dragon would have not hesitated in incinerating her into ashes or swallow her whole. Firebreath owed her the protection—and food—she gave to his family and, because of that, he respected and treated her with extreme discretion.
Mina whined.
Seven rolled her eyes. The goat did have the guts to call her Maggie. Under normal circumstances, she would’ve made her life a nightmare, but this was her goat. Her best friend. “Seriously, Mina, I’m a witch woman. Yes, my gift is somewhat related to prophecy, that’s for sure, but that doesn’t mean I can understand books of prophecy the way a prophet can.”
Mina answered loudly.
Seven blinked at the animal, surprised. “I’m starting to have doubts if you’re really a goat or a witch goat.” She stared off into the distance, trying to have access with the flow of time. Nothing. She surrendered. “I really wouldn’t want to face him”—she giggled a little with the goat—“when I’m going to steal some books from his home. But I guess I have no choice because of you, troublesome hellhole of a goat.”
Seven casually glanced at the dragon, casting him a warm smile. “Firebreath, I would like you to bring me to the People’s Palace.”
The creature bristled uncomfortably. “Mistress, your powers would be suppressed by the palace.”
“That’s why I’m going to bring you.” Seven scratched her head, unable to believe her ears.
“Mistress, all it would take is a single Mord-Sith to take me down, and there are nearly four hundred of them. If one successfully reaches me and twists that Agiel of theirs, you would be defenseless.”
Seven gazed at him in incredulity. “You doubt my abilities as the seventh child of a witch woman, Firebreath. While most of my gift would be extinguished by the spell, I would still be able to make everyone’s perception of time stop for a minute or two, like my ancestor Shota did to this, this, all-wise Zeddicus Zorander when she was talking to his grandson or something. Mord-Sith, together with the Confessors the Great Wizard would send to D’Hara, are nothing but an annoyance. Seven turned to Mina. “And, as for you, you are to follow Lord Rahl. I sometimes can’t sense him, being so annoyingly unpredictable sometimes, but I can definitely see you with my gift anytime.”
“After we get the books,” Seven said to Firebreath, “you’ll bring me to where Mina is and, thus, where Lord Rahl is.”
“I-I’m not sure, Mistress…” Firebreath hesitated. “This man is a prophet. He surely would predict our arrival.”
Seven smiled coyly at the beast, her amusement at his naivety growing by the second. “The spirits favor me over him.”
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Seven stood in the shadow of her beautiful castle, her amber eyes vacant as she stared off into her visions of the past, present and the future. Her goat, Mina, rubbed her horned head against her waist, once again trying to coax her out of her duties. Light seemed to come in her eyes and she glowered at the creature, pouting her lips in feigned anger.
“Mina, I saw the Lord Rahl! That wasn’t very nice, really, interrupting me when I could’ve understood the possibilities. You don’t know how hard it is these days to view the flow of time.”
From behind, Firebreath, a magnificent red dragon, approached silently. Seven didn’t have to turn to know he was there. If she were some ungifted fool, the dragon would have not hesitated in incinerating her into ashes or swallow her whole. Firebreath owed her the protection—and food—she gave to his family and, because of that, he respected and treated her with extreme discretion.
Mina whined.
Seven rolled her eyes. The goat did have the guts to call her Maggie. Under normal circumstances, she would’ve made her life a nightmare, but this was her goat. Her best friend. “Seriously, Mina, I’m a witch woman. Yes, my gift is somewhat related to prophecy, that’s for sure, but that doesn’t mean I can understand books of prophecy the way a prophet can.”
Mina answered loudly.
Seven blinked at the animal, surprised. “I’m starting to have doubts if you’re really a goat or a witch goat.” She stared off into the distance, trying to have access with the flow of time. Nothing. She surrendered. “I really wouldn’t want to face him”—she giggled a little with the goat—“when I’m going to steal some books from his home. But I guess I have no choice because of you, troublesome hellhole of a goat.”
Seven casually glanced at the dragon, casting him a warm smile. “Firebreath, I would like you to bring me to the People’s Palace.”
The creature bristled uncomfortably. “Mistress, your powers would be suppressed by the palace.”
“That’s why I’m going to bring you.” Seven scratched her head, unable to believe her ears.
“Mistress, all it would take is a single Mord-Sith to take me down, and there are nearly four hundred of them. If one successfully reaches me and twists that Agiel of theirs, you would be defenseless.”
Seven gazed at him in incredulity. “You doubt my abilities as the seventh child of a witch woman, Firebreath. While most of my gift would be extinguished by the spell, I would still be able to make everyone’s perception of time stop for a minute or two, like my ancestor Shota did to this, this, all-wise Zeddicus Zorander when she was talking to his grandson or something. Mord-Sith, together with the Confessors the Great Wizard would send to D’Hara, are nothing but an annoyance. Seven turned to Mina. “And, as for you, you are to follow Lord Rahl. I sometimes can’t sense him, being so annoyingly unpredictable sometimes, but I can definitely see you with my gift anytime.”
“After we get the books,” Seven said to Firebreath, “you’ll bring me to where Mina is and, thus, where Lord Rahl is.”
“I-I’m not sure, Mistress…” Firebreath hesitated. “This man is a prophet. He surely would predict our arrival.”
Seven smiled coyly at the beast, her amusement at his naivety growing by the second. “The spirits favor me over him.”