27 November 2013
26 November 2013
Thanksgiving Day Chapter 1
Naruto sighed as he and Rin waited in the kitchen for the food to be finished cooking. Sakura frowned as she looked behind her to see them sitting at the table in the dining room across from the huge kitchen. "You know, why don't you two go and see if Shiva has any snacks for you. She should be back from a mission today."
The two immediately jumped out of their seats and ran out the door to go see if their new friend was back.
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Shiva's dark brown eyes gazed down into one of the many grocery bags she carried. 'Let's see...yep! This should be enough to split evenly,' she thought as she silently counted each item. She sighed and smiled as she looked up at the blue sky. A gentle wind blew her raven black hair back from her face. She tucked the long bang that covered the right half of her face behind her ear. "I can't wait to give these to everyone!" she said excitedly before pulling her black pea-coat closer to her body. Her black combat boots created small dust clouds as she walked down the dirt roads of Konoha. She chuckled as she watched Kiba and Akamaru run across the road from an alley. 'What are they up to?'
Akamaru stopped suddenly as the wind blew in his direction. He sniffed the air and looked in her direction. He barked happily and ran over. She smiled and petted his big head. "Welcome back, Shivs!" greeted Kiba as he dismounted. They hugged. "Did your mission go well?"
She nodded. "Very well. I brought more snacks!"
He beamed with excitement. "Yes! More awesome food!"
She laughed. "Where are the others? Did you happen to beat them this time?"
He looked around in surprise. "I guess I did." He grinned. "Does that mean I can have a kiss for a victory prize?"
She blushed lightly as she laughed. "Down, boy! No kisses for anyone. These lips belong to one man only."
"What? Why? You're not even dating anyone."
"That may be so but I'm planning on confronting my crush."
"Who is it?"
"Not telling!" she sang as she started walking toward the Hokage's Tower.
"Aw! Come on! Tell me!" he said as he followed.
The two immediately jumped out of their seats and ran out the door to go see if their new friend was back.
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Shiva's dark brown eyes gazed down into one of the many grocery bags she carried. 'Let's see...yep! This should be enough to split evenly,' she thought as she silently counted each item. She sighed and smiled as she looked up at the blue sky. A gentle wind blew her raven black hair back from her face. She tucked the long bang that covered the right half of her face behind her ear. "I can't wait to give these to everyone!" she said excitedly before pulling her black pea-coat closer to her body. Her black combat boots created small dust clouds as she walked down the dirt roads of Konoha. She chuckled as she watched Kiba and Akamaru run across the road from an alley. 'What are they up to?'
Akamaru stopped suddenly as the wind blew in his direction. He sniffed the air and looked in her direction. He barked happily and ran over. She smiled and petted his big head. "Welcome back, Shivs!" greeted Kiba as he dismounted. They hugged. "Did your mission go well?"
She nodded. "Very well. I brought more snacks!"
He beamed with excitement. "Yes! More awesome food!"
She laughed. "Where are the others? Did you happen to beat them this time?"
He looked around in surprise. "I guess I did." He grinned. "Does that mean I can have a kiss for a victory prize?"
She blushed lightly as she laughed. "Down, boy! No kisses for anyone. These lips belong to one man only."
"What? Why? You're not even dating anyone."
"That may be so but I'm planning on confronting my crush."
"Who is it?"
"Not telling!" she sang as she started walking toward the Hokage's Tower.
"Aw! Come on! Tell me!" he said as he followed.
25 November 2013
Changes
The stories that have white on the words will be edited so that they are easier to read. This change will happen on November 31.
22 November 2013
AG: Prologue: Part 2
Azura held her head proper, ignoring the slander of the crowd. She realized that she was in a hole she couldn't crawl out of. Azura glared at her executioner, the judge. Her fate had already been determined the second her foot had crossed the threshold into the courtroom. She was going to die. Azura realized this. It was a set up. No amount of argument could sway the already biased jury.
"'Tis blatant that judgement has already been passed. Has it not?"
Breaking from her reverie, Azura snapped back to reality as she started to walk down the cobblestone streets. The teen blinked in new realization as she stared at the ropes that bound her wrists. 'Do not give the wolves the satisfaction,' she told herself. She raised her head slowly. Her walk became firmer. Her eyes were set straight ahead with a stern expression. Azura smelled the scent of burning coal. The teen took a breath in quietly.
"My name is Azura Ainsley!" she shouted. "This is a conspiracy planned in cold blood, not execution!" Even if the townspeople didn't believe her, she felt the need to yell the words. Someone would hear her and tell her story. That, she knew.
"'Tis blatant that judgement has already been passed. Has it not?"
Breaking from her reverie, Azura snapped back to reality as she started to walk down the cobblestone streets. The teen blinked in new realization as she stared at the ropes that bound her wrists. 'Do not give the wolves the satisfaction,' she told herself. She raised her head slowly. Her walk became firmer. Her eyes were set straight ahead with a stern expression. Azura smelled the scent of burning coal. The teen took a breath in quietly.
"My name is Azura Ainsley!" she shouted. "This is a conspiracy planned in cold blood, not execution!" Even if the townspeople didn't believe her, she felt the need to yell the words. Someone would hear her and tell her story. That, she knew.
20 November 2013
AG: Prologue: Part 1
(B/N: The prologue is in two parts due to it being so long.)
America 1690:
The air was thick as crowds of people congregated in a circle around the square. The smell of rain was present as the teen looked up at the sky. She hoped that it would rain. Prayed even. Green eyes scanned over the crowd. The golden-haired girl continued walking as a hand from the congregation shoved her forward.
"Wretch!"
"Devil child!"
"Witch!"
Azura flinched at the infliction from the last voice. She felt a bubble of emotions boil in her chest. 'How foul words are...' She looked down to her roped hands. Her wrists were red from where she had tried to twist it away. She recognized one of the voices that cried out. It belonged to one of her friends. At least, it used to. Her toes curled into the dirt as she walked, taking in the pebbles' soft patches. Her mind wandered back to earlier in the morning.
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Azura sighed and continued to write in her journal. It had been months since the 'strange happenings' had occurred. Members of the town had complained of seeing shadow-like entities lurking around at twilight. Others reported people walking while they slept and vanishing into the woods. The witchling furrowed her eyebrows together.
The tree branches rustled together as the wind abruptly changed and howled. The branches scraped the window. Azura's sister, Emily, looked to the window. "Sister?" Emily asked, seeing the blonde make her way to the window. "'Tis something heavy on the winds..." Azura muttered to herself as she set her quill down. The teen reached for her shawl and pulled it over her head as she fastened the laces of her hood.
"Azura...." Emily coughed and sent her a worried expression. "Be careful."
Azura nodded and gave her sister a short hug before leaving.
Walking in the night, Azura crunched autumn leaves under her feet. The wind was stiff and smelled like sulfur. The moon gave an ominous feeling as she walked through the forest. It was almost as if the trees were trying to warn her. Azura and her sister had been on the trail of these demons for weeks now. Every so often, they'd find the foul creatures and destroying them. But never who was responsible.
To the inhabitants of Harrisville, the two girls worked their own apothecary But behind closed doors, they were more than that. Witches. Yes, some magic users were dark, cursing people that did them wrong or persecuted their family, but rarely did people of Harrisville ever prosecute an actual witch or sorcerer.
Azura pushed past brier patches as she came into a clearing. Her eyes trailed up to an ominous smoke that was billowing to the sky. It gave off a red color against the moonlight. 'Summoning?' the blonde thought to herself. The girl quickened her pace before spotting the source of the magic. Azura pulled her shawl to her and crouched low against a nearby bush.
"My God..." she muttered as she saw a bubbling black mass crawl out from the red mist. Green eyes peered from between the leaves. It made an echoing screech as it stood almost like a human. Azura's eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the summoner's face. She let out a gasp.
The creature stood up and made a curdling noise as it turned towards the witchling's direction. Embers for eyes narrowed as the black mass walked over. The teen cursed in her mind as her heart pounded in her chest. Should she run? Could she run? Azura's couldn't lead the damned thing into town. The witch swallowed and stood, revealing herself. "Stay away, ye wretched beast!" she yelled as she cast a spell.
Blue-white light burst into a circle on the ground. Lines broke apart and bound the monster against the dirt. Azura's magic constricted against the beast as it extended a shadow-like claw to the girl only to yell as the light tightened against it.
In a quick movement of her wrist, Azura turned to the mysterious man. "Procter Elijah," she spoke cautiously as her hands emitted a blue color.
"Miss Ainsley."
The shrieks of the monster echoed behind the teen. Azura snapped her fingers as the light continued to bind until the monster burst into orbs. "This ends now," Azura spoke. A smile curled on Elijah's lips as he spoke. "Indeed, it shall. Until we meet again," he replied with a slight bow. And, with that, the man vanished.
America 1690:
The air was thick as crowds of people congregated in a circle around the square. The smell of rain was present as the teen looked up at the sky. She hoped that it would rain. Prayed even. Green eyes scanned over the crowd. The golden-haired girl continued walking as a hand from the congregation shoved her forward.
"Wretch!"
"Devil child!"
"Witch!"
Azura flinched at the infliction from the last voice. She felt a bubble of emotions boil in her chest. 'How foul words are...' She looked down to her roped hands. Her wrists were red from where she had tried to twist it away. She recognized one of the voices that cried out. It belonged to one of her friends. At least, it used to. Her toes curled into the dirt as she walked, taking in the pebbles' soft patches. Her mind wandered back to earlier in the morning.
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Azura sighed and continued to write in her journal. It had been months since the 'strange happenings' had occurred. Members of the town had complained of seeing shadow-like entities lurking around at twilight. Others reported people walking while they slept and vanishing into the woods. The witchling furrowed her eyebrows together.
The tree branches rustled together as the wind abruptly changed and howled. The branches scraped the window. Azura's sister, Emily, looked to the window. "Sister?" Emily asked, seeing the blonde make her way to the window. "'Tis something heavy on the winds..." Azura muttered to herself as she set her quill down. The teen reached for her shawl and pulled it over her head as she fastened the laces of her hood.
"Azura...." Emily coughed and sent her a worried expression. "Be careful."
Azura nodded and gave her sister a short hug before leaving.
Walking in the night, Azura crunched autumn leaves under her feet. The wind was stiff and smelled like sulfur. The moon gave an ominous feeling as she walked through the forest. It was almost as if the trees were trying to warn her. Azura and her sister had been on the trail of these demons for weeks now. Every so often, they'd find the foul creatures and destroying them. But never who was responsible.
To the inhabitants of Harrisville, the two girls worked their own apothecary But behind closed doors, they were more than that. Witches. Yes, some magic users were dark, cursing people that did them wrong or persecuted their family, but rarely did people of Harrisville ever prosecute an actual witch or sorcerer.
Azura pushed past brier patches as she came into a clearing. Her eyes trailed up to an ominous smoke that was billowing to the sky. It gave off a red color against the moonlight. 'Summoning?' the blonde thought to herself. The girl quickened her pace before spotting the source of the magic. Azura pulled her shawl to her and crouched low against a nearby bush.
"My God..." she muttered as she saw a bubbling black mass crawl out from the red mist. Green eyes peered from between the leaves. It made an echoing screech as it stood almost like a human. Azura's eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the summoner's face. She let out a gasp.
The creature stood up and made a curdling noise as it turned towards the witchling's direction. Embers for eyes narrowed as the black mass walked over. The teen cursed in her mind as her heart pounded in her chest. Should she run? Could she run? Azura's couldn't lead the damned thing into town. The witch swallowed and stood, revealing herself. "Stay away, ye wretched beast!" she yelled as she cast a spell.
Blue-white light burst into a circle on the ground. Lines broke apart and bound the monster against the dirt. Azura's magic constricted against the beast as it extended a shadow-like claw to the girl only to yell as the light tightened against it.
In a quick movement of her wrist, Azura turned to the mysterious man. "Procter Elijah," she spoke cautiously as her hands emitted a blue color.
"Miss Ainsley."
The shrieks of the monster echoed behind the teen. Azura snapped her fingers as the light continued to bind until the monster burst into orbs. "This ends now," Azura spoke. A smile curled on Elijah's lips as he spoke. "Indeed, it shall. Until we meet again," he replied with a slight bow. And, with that, the man vanished.
19 November 2013
Azura's Ghost Summary
What would you do if you watched your soul float out from your chest in mid-air? Jackie had never believed in ghost stories. At least, not until now. He watched as mist morphed and intertwined into a figure. A female figure. Her body was a pale blue that seemed to make the air around him grow cold. Her hair fell in locks around her shoulders as the aura around her flowed smooth like liquid. This. This was the phantom of the Harrisville legend.
18 November 2013
14 November 2013
Introducing....
Cosmic Yuri! The fourth title of the Cosmic Series! Click the link in the link box to check it out!
12 November 2013
The Boy in the Mirror: Chapter Five: Dreaming of a Friend Part 2
The two stopped at the huge wooden gates that blocked the entrance to the city of Stonebuild. A set of two guards walked to the handles. Each one grabbed one and pulled the gates open, allowing the children inside. Sinbad followed the mysterious boy inside. Nearby horses neighed at each other as they waited for their owners.
Sinbad looked around as he heard the gates creak shut behind them. Towers along the wall were easily seen as well as a tall tower in the center. A huge fire burned at the top. A guard stood watch. Shops lined the streets along with stands. Children ran about playing tag. He heard the banging of metal and looked to his right to see a blacksmith hard at work.
"Sinbad?"
He snapped his attention back to the boy and quickly ran to his side. He continued to look around as he followed him down the cobblestone paths. Flowers grew in patches scattered around. People chatted. Vendors called out their wares. Signs hung above the doors of shops. A well was in the center of the road about ten yards from the middle tower. A small graveyard sat beside a temple on his right just as they passed the tower.
A dog ran by as it chased after the children playfully. He smiled as he watched the peaceful city go about its day.
They reached a large stone building. It sat about twelve yards from the tower. It had large columns that held up a porch roof. It was as half as tall as the center tower. The boy led him inside as the day's light caused the stain glass circle window at the top to shine in beautiful colors. Inside were shelves of books that lined the walls. Tables were spread across the room they were in. A lute sat on the table nearest to them. The boy walked over to it and picked it up. "Ever heard a lute?"
Sinbad shook his head. "Can you play?"
The boy nodded and held it against his body before strumming the strings, creating a beautiful note. Sinbad smiled as he listened to him play a gorgeous song. He felt so peaceful. 'I want to always live here.'
He did not notice the woman that had entered the room shortly after the boy had begun to play.
Sinbad looked around as he heard the gates creak shut behind them. Towers along the wall were easily seen as well as a tall tower in the center. A huge fire burned at the top. A guard stood watch. Shops lined the streets along with stands. Children ran about playing tag. He heard the banging of metal and looked to his right to see a blacksmith hard at work.
"Sinbad?"
He snapped his attention back to the boy and quickly ran to his side. He continued to look around as he followed him down the cobblestone paths. Flowers grew in patches scattered around. People chatted. Vendors called out their wares. Signs hung above the doors of shops. A well was in the center of the road about ten yards from the middle tower. A small graveyard sat beside a temple on his right just as they passed the tower.
A dog ran by as it chased after the children playfully. He smiled as he watched the peaceful city go about its day.
They reached a large stone building. It sat about twelve yards from the tower. It had large columns that held up a porch roof. It was as half as tall as the center tower. The boy led him inside as the day's light caused the stain glass circle window at the top to shine in beautiful colors. Inside were shelves of books that lined the walls. Tables were spread across the room they were in. A lute sat on the table nearest to them. The boy walked over to it and picked it up. "Ever heard a lute?"
Sinbad shook his head. "Can you play?"
The boy nodded and held it against his body before strumming the strings, creating a beautiful note. Sinbad smiled as he listened to him play a gorgeous song. He felt so peaceful. 'I want to always live here.'
He did not notice the woman that had entered the room shortly after the boy had begun to play.
05 November 2013
The Boy in the Mirror: Chapter Four: Dreaming of a Friend Part 1
Sinbad was unable to stay awake for long. With Stefan curled up against him, he closed his eyes after laying down and covering up with his faded silk blanket. He was quickly asleep. As soon as he fell asleep, he entered a dream. He was floating in a world of nothing but white. He was on his back, feeling as if he was lost. His eyes were closed. What felt like a hand grasped his own and pulled him up. He opened his eyes and saw a head of messy black hair but no face. Only a smile. He was entranced by this odd person as he was pulled up and into another completely different world. They now stood in a bustling town. People laughed and talked. Horses neighed. Dogs barked at a cat in an alleyway. The cat hissed.
Vendors called out their wares and food. He could hear the hooves of the horses pulling around carriages clop against the cobblestone streets. The buildings were oddly not of brick but of wood. He looked around more and realized that what the horses pulled wasn't carriages but wooden wagons. The people were dressed in handmade clothes. Most were faded with time. Some of the horses were ridden without a wagon. He looked at the boy in shock and only received that same smile. He wore a different outfit from all the rest. He wore a robe of dark blue. His sleeves covered his hands. His robe parted at the bottom to reveal pants and black boots. A sword was on his right hip. The sheath was made of dark wood with gold intricate patterns all over. The hilt was of the same design.
He looked around again. Outside of the town was a vast plain of hills, dried grass, and rocks. There was also trees scattered about and brush as far as the eye could see. All around them was a mountain range in the distance.
He turned to the boy when he laughed. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, it's quite unusual and.....peaceful. Everyone seems so peaceful and happy." He turned his gaze to a little girl being picked up by her mother. Her father grinned proudly as she presented a circlet of flowers. Her mother smiled. "How beautiful!" she exclaimed happily.
He felt a bit of jealousy. He forced himself to look away and realized the boy had started to walk away. He jogged to his side. "Where are we?"
"You are in the town of Aerin. This is the land of Univa."
"It's a very neat place."
"It is. Your world is amusing for us to look at but it's not that different from our own."
Sinbad pursed his lips in wonderment. All he knew was that humanity loved to fight over territory. Sure the land varied and was very interesting but the people were far and few in terms of real kindness. This was what he'd learn from the many scientific books he'd read. But then again, were they real? Fiction or non-fiction? He didn't know anymore. He wasn't allowed to leave the grounds of his home. He wished dearly to travel all over. His thoughts were broken by the boy's voice.
"We are going to the city of Stonebuild." He was pointing at a huge set of walls not far ahead of them and from Aerin. It was a bit of a walk but not far. A castle could be seen towering above the walls.
"Stonebuild?" he echoed, awed by how strong the walls looked. He itched to be inside those walls and see what secrets they held. "Well, let's go!" he said excitedly.
The faceless boy grinned and took off running. Sinbad grinned and chased after him with a laugh.
Vendors called out their wares and food. He could hear the hooves of the horses pulling around carriages clop against the cobblestone streets. The buildings were oddly not of brick but of wood. He looked around more and realized that what the horses pulled wasn't carriages but wooden wagons. The people were dressed in handmade clothes. Most were faded with time. Some of the horses were ridden without a wagon. He looked at the boy in shock and only received that same smile. He wore a different outfit from all the rest. He wore a robe of dark blue. His sleeves covered his hands. His robe parted at the bottom to reveal pants and black boots. A sword was on his right hip. The sheath was made of dark wood with gold intricate patterns all over. The hilt was of the same design.
He looked around again. Outside of the town was a vast plain of hills, dried grass, and rocks. There was also trees scattered about and brush as far as the eye could see. All around them was a mountain range in the distance.
He turned to the boy when he laughed. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, it's quite unusual and.....peaceful. Everyone seems so peaceful and happy." He turned his gaze to a little girl being picked up by her mother. Her father grinned proudly as she presented a circlet of flowers. Her mother smiled. "How beautiful!" she exclaimed happily.
He felt a bit of jealousy. He forced himself to look away and realized the boy had started to walk away. He jogged to his side. "Where are we?"
"You are in the town of Aerin. This is the land of Univa."
"It's a very neat place."
"It is. Your world is amusing for us to look at but it's not that different from our own."
Sinbad pursed his lips in wonderment. All he knew was that humanity loved to fight over territory. Sure the land varied and was very interesting but the people were far and few in terms of real kindness. This was what he'd learn from the many scientific books he'd read. But then again, were they real? Fiction or non-fiction? He didn't know anymore. He wasn't allowed to leave the grounds of his home. He wished dearly to travel all over. His thoughts were broken by the boy's voice.
"We are going to the city of Stonebuild." He was pointing at a huge set of walls not far ahead of them and from Aerin. It was a bit of a walk but not far. A castle could be seen towering above the walls.
"Stonebuild?" he echoed, awed by how strong the walls looked. He itched to be inside those walls and see what secrets they held. "Well, let's go!" he said excitedly.
The faceless boy grinned and took off running. Sinbad grinned and chased after him with a laugh.
03 November 2013
The Boy in the Mirror : Chapter Three : Grand Entrance
"Where were you when you came out to protect me?" he asked after a bit. Stefan jumped down and crawled under his bed. He dashed out and jumped back up onto his bed. Sinbad immediately knew he'd been under his bed when the attack happened. He smiled and began petting him again.
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"Curse this storm!" sighed Emily as she gazed out the window of her carriage. Her husband beside her laughed. "What's so wrong with a storm? It is one of nature's grand performances!"
She turned her head and looked at the aging man with tired ocean blue eyes. "Sixty and still full of life."
"You're still full of life as well, my love!" he said with a grin.
"I fear not as much as you. I'm happy to have retired from the flower shop early. My body can't handle the lifting of crates like I used to."
"You two are so senile at times."
The two looked at their youngest daughter. She was only seventeen and so rude to them only because she wasn't getting the inheritance before her brother. They'd taught her better yet she threw all of that out the window. Her golden hair flowed down in soft waves to her waist. Her bangs covered her forehead. She had her mother's ocean blue eyes but lacked the caring touch in them. Her lovely face was usually full of anger toward anyone who mocked her for lacking a higher place in birth. Her red bonnett sat atop her head, wet from the heavy rain in London. She wore a red French dress with a lovely red lace upon her neck and shoulders. "This isn't the right outfit for this weather but Lady Karen wouldn't agree with my white winter dress I'd just received from Lord Barren!" she huffed angrily, catching her mother's disapproving gaze at her outfit.
Emily sighed. "You have a point. I'm more worried about what we are going to do with her bastard son."
"She should get rid of him. Save everyone the trouble of hiding him from the rest of the family," said her husband.
"I agree, Erich."
Their daughter, lacking in the definitions of words, rolled her eyes. "What's so wrong with him being an illegitimate son?"
Emily and Erich glanced at each other. "I'd forgotten you were sick the day your tutor was supposed to teach you that the day Sinbad was born," said Emily.
"What?"
"He is the result of Karen cheating on Jack."
"What!" she exclaimed. "So, he's in the way of my getting the money as well?!"
"No, he isn't. In fact, Karen has been removed from the list as well thanks to Jack."
"Yes!" she said with a dark grin. "Now, I can finally torture her!"
"I don't understand why my own daughter hates Karen."
"I didn't like her from the beginning and I was right about her not being right for Big Brother!"
"This is going to be a long trip," Erich muttered to himself as she went on and on about all of the bad things about Karen.
She turned her head and looked at the aging man with tired ocean blue eyes. "Sixty and still full of life."
"You're still full of life as well, my love!" he said with a grin.
"I fear not as much as you. I'm happy to have retired from the flower shop early. My body can't handle the lifting of crates like I used to."
"You two are so senile at times."
The two looked at their youngest daughter. She was only seventeen and so rude to them only because she wasn't getting the inheritance before her brother. They'd taught her better yet she threw all of that out the window. Her golden hair flowed down in soft waves to her waist. Her bangs covered her forehead. She had her mother's ocean blue eyes but lacked the caring touch in them. Her lovely face was usually full of anger toward anyone who mocked her for lacking a higher place in birth. Her red bonnett sat atop her head, wet from the heavy rain in London. She wore a red French dress with a lovely red lace upon her neck and shoulders. "This isn't the right outfit for this weather but Lady Karen wouldn't agree with my white winter dress I'd just received from Lord Barren!" she huffed angrily, catching her mother's disapproving gaze at her outfit.
Emily sighed. "You have a point. I'm more worried about what we are going to do with her bastard son."
"She should get rid of him. Save everyone the trouble of hiding him from the rest of the family," said her husband.
"I agree, Erich."
Their daughter, lacking in the definitions of words, rolled her eyes. "What's so wrong with him being an illegitimate son?"
Emily and Erich glanced at each other. "I'd forgotten you were sick the day your tutor was supposed to teach you that the day Sinbad was born," said Emily.
"What?"
"He is the result of Karen cheating on Jack."
"What!" she exclaimed. "So, he's in the way of my getting the money as well?!"
"No, he isn't. In fact, Karen has been removed from the list as well thanks to Jack."
"Yes!" she said with a dark grin. "Now, I can finally torture her!"
"I don't understand why my own daughter hates Karen."
"I didn't like her from the beginning and I was right about her not being right for Big Brother!"
"This is going to be a long trip," Erich muttered to himself as she went on and on about all of the bad things about Karen.
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Erich burst through the door when they finally arrived, singing an old song his father made years ago. He danced around as he sang, happy to be visiting his children. Karen happened to be passing the door and was swept off her feet by the old man when he entered. She laughed as he swung her around in a dance. Despite her bad decision, Erich was still fond of her. He knew she'd been drunk and knew what stupid mistakes came of being drunk. He was the only one who understood. He still wasn't happy about Sinbad, though.
Emily frowned as she and her daughter entered. The two women were greeted by the butler. "It is nice to see you both again," he said as he bowed before taking their coats.
The daughter smiled at him, her cheeks a light pink as she fanned herself with her cherry blossom fan. He smiled at her and gave her a sly wink when her mother wasn't looking.
He slipped a small folded piece of paper into her hand as she passed him. "There is tea and food waiting for you in the library. Your book has been set by your chair for you to continue reading, Miss Lily."
Emily smiled. "Truly a remarkable butler. As expected of a Bennett butler. Well, go on, Lily. Go finish that book you've been talking about since returning to London."
She happily ran off. The butler followed her to attend to her, noticing she was soaking wet from the heavy rain. "She should go to her room before going to the library," he and Emily laughed in unison.
Emily headed to the kitchen to get some of her favorite apple pie she knew was waiting for her.
Erich set Karen down. "How have you been?"
"I've been healthy but I am still fighting with my husband."
"I'm sure once Sinbad is gone, things will settle down."
"Lizzy will be taking him to an orphanage this Sunday."
"Good."
"Let me take you to the new music room."
"I'd heard it was finished. I'm eager to see it!" He followed her with a big smile.
As soon as the large room was empty, a wind blew the double redwood doors open. Leaves swirled around in a vortex as the wind blew in. A spirit faded into view in the center of the vortex of leaves. He stopped in the center of the room. The wind died down and a former butler closed the doors. The butler watched as the surprise guest looked around.
The crystal chandlier above him reflected off of the smooth white granite floor. A dark green fern sat in each corner of the room. The tables the plants sat on were of the same design as the one Sinbad encountered on the third story.
Four columns created a square with their placement about ten feet from each corner. They were of white granite as well. A set of double French doors sat on his left, in front, and on his right. All of them were closed. A painting of the previous son of Jack and Karen sat on the wall on the right of the doors in front of him. "Oh, poor Rivaille. You did not deserve such an early death. I am afraid that you must calm down and understand the situation before your soul is taken over by the demons who wish to take advantage of the situation young Sinbad has found himself in."
"My lord, Sinbad is in his room," said the butler.
He smiled and walked through the doors before him. "It is time to end this pointless fight before Erich dies."
Emily frowned as she and her daughter entered. The two women were greeted by the butler. "It is nice to see you both again," he said as he bowed before taking their coats.
The daughter smiled at him, her cheeks a light pink as she fanned herself with her cherry blossom fan. He smiled at her and gave her a sly wink when her mother wasn't looking.
He slipped a small folded piece of paper into her hand as she passed him. "There is tea and food waiting for you in the library. Your book has been set by your chair for you to continue reading, Miss Lily."
Emily smiled. "Truly a remarkable butler. As expected of a Bennett butler. Well, go on, Lily. Go finish that book you've been talking about since returning to London."
She happily ran off. The butler followed her to attend to her, noticing she was soaking wet from the heavy rain. "She should go to her room before going to the library," he and Emily laughed in unison.
Emily headed to the kitchen to get some of her favorite apple pie she knew was waiting for her.
Erich set Karen down. "How have you been?"
"I've been healthy but I am still fighting with my husband."
"I'm sure once Sinbad is gone, things will settle down."
"Lizzy will be taking him to an orphanage this Sunday."
"Good."
"Let me take you to the new music room."
"I'd heard it was finished. I'm eager to see it!" He followed her with a big smile.
As soon as the large room was empty, a wind blew the double redwood doors open. Leaves swirled around in a vortex as the wind blew in. A spirit faded into view in the center of the vortex of leaves. He stopped in the center of the room. The wind died down and a former butler closed the doors. The butler watched as the surprise guest looked around.
The crystal chandlier above him reflected off of the smooth white granite floor. A dark green fern sat in each corner of the room. The tables the plants sat on were of the same design as the one Sinbad encountered on the third story.
Four columns created a square with their placement about ten feet from each corner. They were of white granite as well. A set of double French doors sat on his left, in front, and on his right. All of them were closed. A painting of the previous son of Jack and Karen sat on the wall on the right of the doors in front of him. "Oh, poor Rivaille. You did not deserve such an early death. I am afraid that you must calm down and understand the situation before your soul is taken over by the demons who wish to take advantage of the situation young Sinbad has found himself in."
"My lord, Sinbad is in his room," said the butler.
He smiled and walked through the doors before him. "It is time to end this pointless fight before Erich dies."
02 November 2013
The Boy in the Mirror: Chapter Two: The Daily Terror
The young boy, Sinbad Anadi, looked out the window when thunder rolled outside. He was standing in his room now. He'd run straight to his room after coming up empty handed on a new hiding spot. Rain pelted his window as lightning flashed. He jumped a bit from the loud crash of thunder that shook the windows.
He glanced unsurely at his locked bedroom door. He didn't know if he should go to his mother or run to a servant or stay inside his room. He sighed and climbed onto his bed, deciding to stay in his room. He hugged the stuffed bear he'd gotten for his sixth birthday two years ago. It had a sweater with the British flag as the design. He buried his face in its head as he began crying again. He wished he could go outside and make friends. His family wouldn't let him.
As for who gave him the bear, he didn't know. It just appeared on his bed during the night and he woke up to find it beside him on the morning of his birthday. He'd been so happy to finally have a toy and he'd treasured it since. He'd asked around but no one knew who gave it to him. He'd named the bear Britain after the country because he loved reading about England.
He hugged Britain tighter as he reflected on his life. He was schooled by the servants. He was always playing with the cat that they had. His name was Stefan after his German grandfather. He often hid away from everyone when they fought over the inheritance and him. He was locked away when the children were brought over. Except for when they were sleeping. He was then allowed around.
He wasn't allowed to eat with the family. He ate with the servants.
He loved to go outside and visit the horses and talk with the stable hands. There was also the Great Dane that they had by the name of Arthur. He was always playing with little Sinbad when he went outside. He used to ride the dog when he was three.
Now that he thought about it, his life wasn't all bad. It was still lonely though because even the servants kept a distance from him. What was the word they called him? Illegitimate? He couldn't remember if it was correct.
He whimpered when the lights flickered. It was time for the daily attack of the spirits. His books started flying around. His drawings were ripped apart by invisible hands. He heard the thunk of his beloved handmade toy sword hit the wall. He even heard it snap.
He felt a tug on his bear but he gripped it tighter as he lifted his face and cried out for them to stop. He could see each of them glaring at him. They stopped to look at him, surprised that he'd finally made an attempt to fight back.
The one before him went back to trying to snatch the bear from his tiny arms. He held it tightly. This one was the first born son of his uncle. He was a teenager and mad that Sinbad came into existence and caused his favorite aunt to be hated. He'd died in a carriage accident two years ago on Christmas Day.
Sinbad sobbed as he held his bear like it was his life. "No! You can't take him! He's my only friend!"
This caused the spirits to stop again. A flying piece of wood from the now broke sword struck his cheek as it went to the wall behind him. Blood trickled down his cheek and mixed with the tears. "I didn't do anything wrong!"
Stefan suddenly jumped onto the bed and hissed at his half-brother. His half-brother backed away. This cat seemed to scare the dead and Sinbad was thankful for it. The spirits fled the room when Stefan started chasing them. When they were gone, he jumped onto the bed and climbed into Sinbad's lap. With a smile, he pet the black feline. He still held his bear. "Thank you, Stefan."
He glanced unsurely at his locked bedroom door. He didn't know if he should go to his mother or run to a servant or stay inside his room. He sighed and climbed onto his bed, deciding to stay in his room. He hugged the stuffed bear he'd gotten for his sixth birthday two years ago. It had a sweater with the British flag as the design. He buried his face in its head as he began crying again. He wished he could go outside and make friends. His family wouldn't let him.
As for who gave him the bear, he didn't know. It just appeared on his bed during the night and he woke up to find it beside him on the morning of his birthday. He'd been so happy to finally have a toy and he'd treasured it since. He'd asked around but no one knew who gave it to him. He'd named the bear Britain after the country because he loved reading about England.
He hugged Britain tighter as he reflected on his life. He was schooled by the servants. He was always playing with the cat that they had. His name was Stefan after his German grandfather. He often hid away from everyone when they fought over the inheritance and him. He was locked away when the children were brought over. Except for when they were sleeping. He was then allowed around.
He wasn't allowed to eat with the family. He ate with the servants.
He loved to go outside and visit the horses and talk with the stable hands. There was also the Great Dane that they had by the name of Arthur. He was always playing with little Sinbad when he went outside. He used to ride the dog when he was three.
Now that he thought about it, his life wasn't all bad. It was still lonely though because even the servants kept a distance from him. What was the word they called him? Illegitimate? He couldn't remember if it was correct.
He whimpered when the lights flickered. It was time for the daily attack of the spirits. His books started flying around. His drawings were ripped apart by invisible hands. He heard the thunk of his beloved handmade toy sword hit the wall. He even heard it snap.
He felt a tug on his bear but he gripped it tighter as he lifted his face and cried out for them to stop. He could see each of them glaring at him. They stopped to look at him, surprised that he'd finally made an attempt to fight back.
The one before him went back to trying to snatch the bear from his tiny arms. He held it tightly. This one was the first born son of his uncle. He was a teenager and mad that Sinbad came into existence and caused his favorite aunt to be hated. He'd died in a carriage accident two years ago on Christmas Day.
Sinbad sobbed as he held his bear like it was his life. "No! You can't take him! He's my only friend!"
This caused the spirits to stop again. A flying piece of wood from the now broke sword struck his cheek as it went to the wall behind him. Blood trickled down his cheek and mixed with the tears. "I didn't do anything wrong!"
Stefan suddenly jumped onto the bed and hissed at his half-brother. His half-brother backed away. This cat seemed to scare the dead and Sinbad was thankful for it. The spirits fled the room when Stefan started chasing them. When they were gone, he jumped onto the bed and climbed into Sinbad's lap. With a smile, he pet the black feline. He still held his bear. "Thank you, Stefan."
The Boy in the Mirror: Chapter One: An Every Day Thing
Chapter One: An Every Day Thing
A young boy walked slowly through an empty corridor of a large manor. The dying light of the sun entered the corridor through the large windows that went along the wall on his left. It made it seem as if fire had filled the building. It caused his orange hair to glow like fire. His hair framed his face and went to just above his shoulders. His dark rusty orange eyes were full of loneliness and sadness.
He passed the many large paintings of some of the previous heads of his family. His footsteps echoed around him as he walked. He stopped at the end when he heard something other than his footsteps. He teared up as he recognized the familiar voices in the library at the other end of the corridor. His mother and father were fighting again.
He took off running as his tears fell. His black shoes clacked against the smooth large diamond patterned brown granite floor as he ran toward a set of spiral stairs after turning right around a corner and into another corridor.
The staircase was a beautiful dark redwood. A fern sat in a red clay pot upon a dark redwood side table with a Greek woman carved out in the center of the base. A maid watched from her place by the plant as he ran up the stairs. 'There he goes again. He will most likely not come down for some time,' she thought with a sad expression.
The boy was now in the music room. The room was large and completely white. The sun added a splash of color along with the instruments that were placed around the room. Colomns were in each corner. He ran over to a set of double glass French doors. He opened them and entered his father's drawing room. He stopped when he saw the butler. The butler gave a sad expression and scooped him up. "Well, Young Master, are they fighting again?"
He nodded as he sobbed. The butler held him as the young child cried. "Why are you not in the Music Room this time?"
"I do not like people finding me all the time."
"Aww...how about you find a new place to hide?"
He nodded and the butler set him down, knowing the boy needed a place to escape the every day fighting and anger. He watched as the boy ran out. "I only wish that he had been born to the Master. He would not suffer had he been."
"How can you exclude me?! I am your wife!" shouted the child's mother.
"You can hardly be called a wife! You cheated on me with a damn thief! At the pub no less! How can you so easily do such a horrible and unforgivable act?!" shouted her husband.
"He was a much better lover than you! He knew how to treat me right! He was sweet to me! Unlike you!"
He gave a look of pure disgust at the accusation. "I was sweet to you!"
"When we met! When our parents put us together! As soon as we married, you changed! I could not stand seeing my husband turn into such a despicable monster!"
"So, you thought it would be okay for you to cheat on me?!"
"I was drunk!" she shouted, tears coming to her blue eyes. "I was upset that you excluded me from the inheritance when you talked to Father!"
He knew she was speaking of his own father. "You have no right to call him your own! And that bastard child needs to leave!"
"I know he does! He cannot do a thing right! I will send him to an orphanage this Sunday if you let me have my rightful place on the inheritance list!"
He growled as his sister entered with her own baby. The boy she held slept in her arms. "You two should lower your voices. We have children who are trying to sleep!" she hissed.
Her brother glared at her. "I don't give a damn about the brats right now!"
She huffed. "How dare you insult my children and our brother's! You are truly a monster as she often accuses you of being!"
His wife glanced at her thankfully. The two were close. She watched as her husband stormed out, ending the conversation immediately. The sister walked over to her, glad her child was still asleep. "What will you do, Karen?"
Karen sighed. "My husband is truly a monster. I miss the man I fell in love with. I suppose I shall take Sinbad to the orphanage even if I am not put back on the list. Brat is always stumbling about and breaking things."
The sister sighed. "I will take him. Jack has a meeting to attend to in Germany. You are to be by his side by right of marriage."
Karen nodded. "Thank you, Elizabeth."
A pair of green eyes watched from the corner. "They are always fighting thanks to her. What was once a happy romance is now a bitter hatred. She should have known her tendency to drink would get her in trouble. Sinbad is just another consequence she has to pay. She is doing the family a favor by getting rid of him." The eyes belonged to an old woman long past. She was the wife of the fourth head. She often walked the corridors of the manor, watching, listening. She would make sure everyone was doing a right decision. Well, right in her eyes and in the eyes of the nobles.
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