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Forgive me if I repeat myself. sweatdrop
Here goes nothing.....welcome to the 4th installment of Mage. It's got a lot of material in it so stick with me.
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The more we are told, the greater our questions become. The question remains, from where did the power stem? How did each receive powersw not death? An endless flow of questions. We now know of all five and their powers. Though though they themselves do not know, not even of their friends. How are they connected? The Clearing, yes, but how so? Deepening questions. Let us continue the story, perhaps clear the questions. Perhaps...
The steps grew nearer, she began to run. Thrusting herself away from that which was coming, running blindly in the fog. "Get away! Get away!" Her mind screams. Then a voice, distant yet familiar, floats to her ears saying, "Rowan! Is that you? Rowan!" Rowan stops running, stunned at what she hears."It's Soubi!" The steps fall quickly, drawing closer. Something strikes her back. A thud. All she knows is that the dirt was bitter as she was thrown to the ground.
He walked by again. Everytime he watchedan arch of shock span the gap from him to the post. Soubi wondered what was happening, he need to find Rowan too. He began to head for the strange place he'd seen earlier. "Rowan!" He called. "Where is she?" He thought. "Rowan. Huh? This fog is weird...Rowan!" He heard a sound. Was it her? He ran, following the sound. It was receeding, running from him. "Rowan!" Then, the ground rising, growing before him. He hit something...but what?
The sound of dirt sliding over the inside of the pot was a quiet droning in Nee's ears. She could do it. She had made the dirt behave that way. She could make it into anything the amount of dirt would allow. Balls, blades, pots, flowers. They were all hers to create, like molding clay. It was amazing. "Wow. 3am. No wonder I'm tired. Huh?" feet on hard wood, clicking down the hall. Slowing near her door. She forced the dirt into the pot and put the flower in its place. The door open and her mom peered in. "Why are you still up Nee? Her mom inquired. "I couldn't sleep. I'm going to bed now though." She said, truly meaning it. The door closed and a note was made to call some friends later, and Nee climbed into bed.
The candle flickered and went out. Burning for a moment, then put out the next. She toyed with it, controlled it, mastered it. Tsume sat there, amazed each time it worked. Fire was hers, every flame was at her command. "It can't be real. It must be a dream..." She wanted to call someone, some friend. No one was up at this hour. Not even in her own house. She yawns. "Time for bed. Candle's out." She puts out the candle and lays down to rest. "Gotta call 'em tomarrow..."
"Get off me!" He heard someone yell. Face in the dirt, he rolled off her and got up. "Well, not my fault you were sitting there now was it?" He said. Eyes closed and shooting short, smart remarks under their breaths, they dusted off. Eaxh unaware of who they were talking to. Looking up, she saw him. "Soubi?!" "Huh? Oh...Rowan!" As both caught sight of eachother, Rowan extended a hand and recoiled with the resounding pop. "You're full of static...." Soubi had noticed too. "Yeah.... Hey! Come watch this!" He said heading for the fence post. He showed here again and again, the arch of spark formed time after time. Then, he tried a new trick. Concentrating on his fingers, he formed a ball of lightning! "Wha...? How did you..? Hm.... Show off." She said, rolling her eyes with the last remark. It was her turn. But what to do? She had decided, a small whirlwind. Concentrating, her eyes began to glow as the breeze picked up around her. The grass in front of them swirled and dust gave it form. She did it. The whirlwind. "Now who's the show off?" After a bit, it was decided that they needed to get back. 1:30am wasn't exactly a time when they were supposed to be out.
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Hope you enjoyed the 4th installment! I have a lot more written but I've been typing for a while. I'll pick up at this point in thenext one. Please leave a comment! ^^ mrgreen
 Tsume Rokaro · Sun Apr 01, 2007 @ 02:03am · 1 Comments |
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