“So you’re new, right?” Mona prompted.
“Yep. I’m guessing you aren’t.” A wicked, red-stained smirk planted itself on Mona’s face.
“Do I look new to you?” Willow shook her head.
“Then don’t ask stupid questions like that.”
“Sure thing.” Willow agreed. Her eyes shifted back over to the window to look outside. They were driving down solitary asphalt street now that was shadowed on both sides by a wall of tall, dark trees. The road headed around a curb so you couldn’t see what was down the road.
“Hey, Mona.” She started, “Me and you are the same age right? Does that mean we’re in the same grade?”
“We don’t have grades here. People get their powers at different times. Some are more… priority…then others. That depends on when they allow you into this place. People who are born with their powers come here when they’re twelve. They won’t let you in earlier, unless they have too. I came here last year after I turned fifteen. That’s when drakis are granted their smoke and are officially made apprentices.”
“Anyways. Back to the point. You’re going to start out as a Narkley. Or first-year. I’m a Gregorth this year. Second-year.” Willow was fascinated that they named their years.
“How many years are there? What are their names?” She pushed. Her curiosity was taking her over. But Mona seemed pleased that she got to answer her questions.
“Five years of basics. Then you can stay longer for further education if you wish. But after the five years, you’re officially a hero. As for the names, in order they are; Narkleys, Gregorths, Ilks, Himnofs, and Freconics. Weird names right?”
“Yeah.” Actually to Willow, it made it better. Detached from the rest of the world like it should be. She was not normal. Neither was anyone on this bus. Why should their names be?
Willow continued to ask Mona several other questions, but this time they weren’t answered. Apparently, they were all going to be answered later on. She had a feeling that they weren’t supposed to reveal too much to newcomers.
It was then that the bus pulled around one more corner. Willow sat forward in her seat looking for her school. But all she saw was a log cabin. Literally. It was like any log cabin you might see in a nature park. Chimney and everything. How many kids exactly went to this school?
“You’ll see.” AJ spoke behind her. At this point, everyone on the bus was getting up. Narkleys were easy to point out because they held the same puzzled expression as her. She raised herself to her feet along with the rest of the crowd and followed Mona off the bus. Mona and Willow gathered in the group of students that walked toward the cabin.
“I’m gonna go mingle.” Mona twitched away from her to some other girls a little ways off. Probably from her year. There were probably forty people in the wooded yard in front of the building. They had all stopped outside before going in. She looked around for anyone who looked alone. It was naturally easier to talk to people who were alone and less awkward than standing around by herself starring at the sky. She personally would have preferred starring at the sky though. It entranced her. She caught sight of the “Fox” boy from the bus standing a little ways off by a large oak with his Australian friend. His stance was relaxed but his eyes remained frigid with wariness while looking around for danger. His friend looked completely at ease like there was nothing to be afraid of. Willow figured they were better than nothing. Plus, she knew that Fox was a Narkley.
“Hello.” She spoke to the duo. The older one looked down on her it seemed when she talked. Literally and figuratively. It annoyed her. Especially since she could easily be taller than him.
“Sup.” Fox turned to look skeptically at her while they spoke.
“Is that our school?” Her hand flicked to the cabin. As if there were many other buildings around.
“Indeed.” Another one word answer. It annoyed her even more. This time she directed her words to Fox.
“Shouldn’t it be bigger, you think?” Her black eyebrow lifted on her face with her question.
“Could be big on the inside.” He said it as if he had been considering it too. Australia laughed. Probably their ignorance.
“Maybe a basement.” There had to be more than that. Even with the basement it would be tight with forty students. At this same moment another bus pulled up, releasing another probably fifty individuals and a woman who wore the same professional get-up as Handy. It was starting to get crowded now and the Urge grew at the pit of her stomach. She had to get away from all these people.
“Well thanks for the thought.” She commented to the two and turned away before they could respond. She caught sight of Mona but she was in the bulk of the crowd. Not good for her. Willow was slightly claustrophobic when it came to crowds. This only emphasized her actions as she fled behind Handy’s bus.
To be labeled "Super"
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January 4, 2012
January 4, 2012
Read my post on the last page first, before reading this.
January 4, 2012
I'm fine with Joel. Mind you, its Joel not Jole.
January 4, 2012
I wasn't sure how to spell it really.
January 4, 2012
I'm fine with Ben.
“So you’re new, right?” Mona prompted.
“Yep. I’m guessing you aren’t.” A wicked, red-stained smirk planted itself on Mona’s face.
“Do I look new to you?” Willow shook her head.
“Then don’t ask stupid questions like that.”
“Sure thing.” Willow agreed. Her eyes shifted back over to the window to look outside. They were driving down a solitary asphalt street now that was shadowed on both sides by a wall of tall, dark trees. The road headed around a curb so you couldn’t see what was down the road.
“Hey, Mona.” She started, “Me and you are the same age right? Does that mean we’re in the same grade?”
“We don’t have grades here. People get their powers at different times. Some are more… priority…then others. That depends on when they allow you into this place. People who are born with their powers come here when they’re twelve. They won’t let you in earlier, unless they have too. I came here last year after I turned fifteen. That’s when drakis are granted their smoke and are officially made apprentices.”
“Anyways. Back to the point. You’re going to start out as a Narkley. Or first-year. I’m a Gregorth this year. Second-year.” Willow was fascinated that they named their years.
“How many years are there? What are their names?” She pushed. Her curiosity was taking her over. But Mona seemed pleased that she got to answer her questions.
“Five years of basics. Then you can stay longer for further education if you wish. But after the five years, you’re officially a hero. As for the names, in order they are; Narkleys, Gregorths, Ilks, Himnofs, and Freconics. Weird names right?”
“Yeah.” Actually to Willow, it made it better. Detached from the rest of the world like it should be. She was not normal. Neither was anyone on this bus. Why should their names be?
Willow continued to ask Mona several other questions, but this time they weren’t answered. Apparently, they were all going to be answered later on. She had a feeling that they weren’t supposed to reveal too much to newcomers.
It was then that the bus pulled around one more corner. Willow sat forward in her seat looking for her school. But all she saw was a log cabin. Literally. It was like any log cabin you might see in a nature park. Chimney and everything. How many kids exactly went to this school?
“You’ll see.” AJ spoke behind her. At this point, everyone on the bus was getting up. Narkleys were easy to point out because they held the same puzzled expression as her. She raised herself to her feet along with the rest of the crowd and followed Mona off the bus. Mona and Willow gathered in the group of students that walked toward the cabin.
“I’m gonna go mingle.” Mona twitched away from her to some other girls a little ways off. Probably from her year. There were probably forty people in the wooded yard in front of the building. They had all stopped outside before going in. She looked around for anyone who looked alone. It was naturally easier to talk to people who were alone and less awkward than standing around by herself stareing at the sky. She personally would have preferred stareing at the sky though. It entranced her. She caught sight of the “Fox” boy from the bus standing a little way off by a large oak with his Australian friend. His stance was relaxed but his eyes remained frigid with wariness while looking around for danger. His friend looked completely at ease like there was nothing to be afraid of. Willow figured they were better than nothing. Plus, she knew that Fox was a Narkley.
“Hello.” She spoke to the duo. The older one looked down on her it seemed when she talked. Literally and figuratively. It annoyed her. Especially since she could easily be taller than him.
“Sup.” Fox turned to look skeptically at her while they spoke.
“Is that our school?” Her hand flicked to the cabin. As if there were many other buildings around.
“Indeed.” Another one word answer. It annoyed her even more. This time she directed her words to Fox.
“Shouldn’t it be bigger, you think?” One of her black eyebrows lifted on her face with her question.
“Could be bigger on the inside.” He said it as if he had been considering it too. Australia laughed. Probably their ignorance.
“Maybe a basement.” There had to be more than that. Even with the basement it would be tight with forty students. At this same moment another bus pulled up, releasing another probably fifty individuals and a woman who wore the same professional get-up as Handy. It was starting to get crowded now and the Urge grew at the pit of her stomach. She had to get away from all these people.
“Well thanks for the thought.” She commented to the two and turned away before they could respond. She caught sight of Mona but she was in the bulk of the crowd. Not good for her. Willow was slightly claustrophobic when it came to crowds. This only emphasized her actions as she fled behind Handy’s bus.
(I love how pretty much my only line is "Indeed.")
“So you’re new, right?” Mona prompted.
“Yep. I’m guessing you aren’t.” A wicked, red-stained smirk planted itself on Mona’s face.
“Do I look new to you?” Willow shook her head.
“Then don’t ask stupid questions like that.”
“Sure thing.” Willow agreed. Her eyes shifted back over to the window to look outside. They were driving down a solitary asphalt street now that was shadowed on both sides by a wall of tall, dark trees. The road headed around a curb so you couldn’t see what was down the road.
“Hey, Mona.” She started, “Me and you are the same age right? Does that mean we’re in the same grade?”
“We don’t have grades here. People get their powers at different times. Some are more… priority…then others. That depends on when they allow you into this place. People who are born with their powers come here when they’re twelve. They won’t let you in earlier, unless they have too. I came here last year after I turned fifteen. That’s when drakis are granted their smoke and are officially made apprentices.”
“Anyways. Back to the point. You’re going to start out as a Narkley. Or first-year. I’m a Gregorth this year. Second-year.” Willow was fascinated that they named their years.
“How many years are there? What are their names?” She pushed. Her curiosity was taking her over. But Mona seemed pleased that she got to answer her questions.
“Five years of basics. Then you can stay longer for further education if you wish. But after the five years, you’re officially a hero. As for the names, in order they are; Narkleys, Gregorths, Ilks, Himnofs, and Freconics. Weird names right?”
“Yeah.” Actually to Willow, it made it better. Detached from the rest of the world like it should be. She was not normal. Neither was anyone on this bus. Why should their names be?
Willow continued to ask Mona several other questions, but this time they weren’t answered. Apparently, they were all going to be answered later on. She had a feeling that they weren’t supposed to reveal too much to newcomers.
It was then that the bus pulled around one more corner. Willow sat forward in her seat looking for her school. But all she saw was a log cabin. Literally. It was like any log cabin you might see in a nature park. Chimney and everything. How many kids exactly went to this school?
“You’ll see.” AJ spoke behind her. At this point, everyone on the bus was getting up. Narkleys were easy to point out because they held the same puzzled expression as her. She raised herself to her feet along with the rest of the crowd and followed Mona off the bus. Mona and Willow gathered in the group of students that walked toward the cabin.
“I’m gonna go mingle.” Mona twitched away from her to some other girls a little ways off. Probably from her year. There were probably forty people in the wooded yard in front of the building. They had all stopped outside before going in. She looked around for anyone who looked alone. It was naturally easier to talk to people who were alone and less awkward than standing around by herself stareing at the sky. She personally would have preferred stareing at the sky though. It entranced her. She caught sight of the “Fox” boy from the bus standing a little way off by a large oak with his Australian friend. His stance was relaxed but his eyes remained frigid with wariness while looking around for danger. His friend looked completely at ease like there was nothing to be afraid of. Willow figured they were better than nothing. Plus, she knew that Fox was a Narkley.
“Hello.” She spoke to the duo. The older one looked down on her it seemed when she talked. Literally and figuratively. It annoyed her. Especially since she could easily be taller than him.
“Sup.” Fox turned to look skeptically at her while they spoke.
“Is that our school?” Her hand flicked to the cabin. As if there were many other buildings around.
“Indeed.” Another one word answer. It annoyed her even more. This time she directed her words to Fox.
“Shouldn’t it be bigger, you think?” One of her black eyebrows lifted on her face with her question.
“Could be bigger on the inside.” He said it as if he had been considering it too. Australia laughed. Probably their ignorance.
“Maybe a basement.” There had to be more than that. Even with the basement it would be tight with forty students. At this same moment another bus pulled up, releasing another probably fifty individuals and a woman who wore the same professional get-up as Handy. It was starting to get crowded now and the Urge grew at the pit of her stomach. She had to get away from all these people.
“Well thanks for the thought.” She commented to the two and turned away before they could respond. She caught sight of Mona but she was in the bulk of the crowd. Not good for her. Willow was slightly claustrophobic when it came to crowds. This only emphasized her actions as she fled behind Handy’s bus.
(I love how pretty much my only line is "Indeed.")
January 4, 2012
You also say "Sup".
January 6, 2012
you also say POOP
February 19, 2012
Gonna work on my story finally. Been lacking a lot. But I'll post the total revised edition of all I've written in a seperate link today or tomorrow. This story is becoming more serious to me, so no, everyone is not going to be in every entry. Also, I need some ideas for powers and creatures. I have a few, but not as many as I like. Any type of creature or power and a short description please.
February 20, 2012
Yay!!!
February 20, 2012
Yipee.
March 20, 2012
Done with the revised edition. There are several edited parts, change names, and completely new replacements. Enjoy.
March 20, 2012
Chapter 1:
Willow wasn’t sure whether it was fate or coincidence that got her to where she was now. Standing at a bus stop, waiting for some bus driver to pick her up and take her to her new “special” person school or academy or whatever. She had seen this before in some corny Disney movie when she was twelve. Of course, back then she wish it was true. The idea of any super natural ability was mesmerizing to her.
But now, it didn’t seem so different. There she was, like always, standing at the same bus stop as her last school. Only a different bus would pick her up this time.
Like it sensed her thoughts, a yellow school bus pulled around a corner at the end of her street and crept towards her. It looked like any other school bus. Perhaps it wasn’t hers. She checked her schedule’s bus pass number with the approaching vehicle’s bumper number. It matched. Dammit.
An urge flowed through Willow’s muscles to pull apart her molecules and rearrange them so she wouldn’t be recognized. That way maybe the bus would just pass her by thinking she was an innocent squirrel munching on an acorn.
The bus slowed its speed and flicked on its flashing, front lights signaling it was about to pick up. Dammit, dammit. The idea was stupid anyway. The bus driver was smarter than that. Plus, she was standing under a palm tree.
The yellow hulk of metal screeched to a halt in front of her. It doors swung open to reveal a tall, handsome bald man dressed as if he was about to go out for a job interview sitting in the driver’s seat. He turned to look at her standing before the steep steps. Torrey noted that his right eye was a pale blue, which unmistakably meant he was blind in that eye. His other eye was a deep chestnut brown that stared at her intently.
“What be your name, little missus?” His voice was an almost exact copy of Morgan Freeman’s. What the hell?
“Willow Nite; I’m new.” She replied, attempting to sound a little less nervous. It didn’t help much.
“I believe I remember the headmaster saying something about you.” His bushy brown eyebrows folded together and he turned back around in his seat to stare off into space. Willow sat watching him for a few moments wondering if she should get on.
“Well, you getting on?” He echoed her thoughts. She took this as her signal and stepped up briskly. She turned back to him quickly before heading to a seat and asked him promptly, “I think you owe me your name now, don’t ya think?”
“Don’t I think? Well yes, I would owe you that, wouldn’t I? I suppose you can call me Handy.” A white smile cracked across his bare angular face.
“I suppose I could.” Willow replied wisely. There was something about Handy that she liked, though she wasn’t sure yet what that was yet.
He smiled as she passed and swung the door closed, before taking off down the street to the next spot. Willow walked down the aisles slowly, looking for a seat. There were kids like any other bus placed in clumps across the bus, talking about what they did over summer. Camping…summer jobs…baby-sitting. This just seemed wrong to her. Shouldn’t they have been saving the world or something like that? She seriously needed to stop letting her head get to her.
She gave up and walked back to the front and settled for the empty seat behind Handy. His eyes flicked toward her through the long rearview mirror.
“It’ll get weirder soon. Just wait.” A voice that sounded like it came straight from her conscious spoke with crystal clear clarity behind her, sending chills down her arms. She pulled her sweater jacket’s long, black sleeves further down her arms and turned her sapphire eyes to view the source of the voice.
For a second, she didn’t see anyone looking at her, or even acknowledging her existence for that matter. Then a figure wrapped in a black jacket shifted in the seat behind her, stealing her attention. She could tell he was a boy by instinct, though he seemed shorter than her. At that moment his hooded head turned to her, letting her observe his face. It had a boyish frame with a button nose and full, pouty lips suggesting that he was younger than her. Slightly sunken-in, deep blue eyes peered out to her from under the dipping hood of his jacket. The tip of his lips twitched as if they were tempted to smirk. Reflexive questions clouded her mind with unsolved mysteries and spilled consequently from her parted lips, “W-”
“Yes, that was me.” She blinked. One mystery solved.
“You’re quick.” He remarked. He shifted in his seat and looked back through the cool window pane. There was a long pause where neither said nothing. For a moment, Willow considered that he wouldn’t continue. But as soon as she thought it, he spoke.
“I’m a mindreader. That’ll solve your second mystery.” He was right. Second mystery solved. A smile lit up her amused face and she responded as she turned back in her seat and looked out the window herself. “One more.”
“Joel. Happy now?” Content filled her thoughts. Third mystery solved. Joel was the first other “special” person around her age that she had ever spoken to. Yes, she was indeed happy.
Neither spoke for several moments as they rolled smoothly down the road. The bus stopped again and Handy swung open the doors and with it loaded on two more students. They must have been old students, because Handy didn’t question them.
“Don’t! You have one more.” Joel commented behind her loud enough for the bus driver to hear. Handy threw back open the doors and on squabbled a short, stout, purple-haired, pixie like girl. She wore a tight, black dress that wrapped around her curves smartly and dirty pink gladiators. Her trimmed violet eyebrows arched on her powder-white face indignantly.
“Yeah, you better stop for me.” She warned Handy. Willow caught sight of her grey eyes flashing purple as her hair, then turning right back to their original hue.
“Sure thing, milady.” His Morgan voice agreed leisurely. The pixie looked satisfied and scanned over the rest of the bus to see if it passed her inspection. A look of disdain passed over her face until her silver eyes passed over Willow in the front seat.
“Is anyone sitting here?” The pixie asked her eyebrow once again raised, daring her to lie. A snake-bite hung over her lower red-painted lip and her right nostril was pierced.
“Nope.” Willow submitted willingly and she sat down and turned to the shapeshifter and looked at her expectantly.
“The name’s Mona. I’m a draki. What are you?” Willow smiled at her bluntness, but wasn’t so surprised, remembering she had read something about a draki once in some story. They were descendents of dragons and had the defense ability to be able to switch into a human. They were supposed to be extinct as dragons were. Obviously, that was only in fairytales like everything else.
“I’m Willow. I’m a shapeshifter.”
“Cool. So, you can change into birds and bad like that?” The more the draki talked, the more the shifter liked her.
“It’s broader than that for me. I can shift into whatever I like.” Willow detailed to her. Mona contemplated what she said, before speaking.
“Ah, sounds too complicated. Like you never know what you are. I know what I am. If anyone doesn’t like it, they can forget off.” She announced loud enough so that the whole bus could have heard if they were paying any attention; her arms crossed over her chest.
“More like I never have to settle on one thing.” Willow retaliated
“Sure. Still sounds complicated.” At this, they both laughed. She liked Mona so far and thought the young draki was like a fiery ball of rebel. This time it was Joel who laughed.
The bus continued on this time for nearly twenty minutes before ever even hinting a stop. Mona had gone into a full-scale, dramatic story about her summer vacation with her draki dad in Romania or Turkey or somewhere in Europe. Turns out there is a whole organization of the creatures, all in hiding. She detailed about her intense training with three other young half-breeds who “annoyed the living bad out of her with their stuck up egos.” It was actually a rather comical story for Willow and she began to feel like this school was finally making some sense.
Handy slowed down to a halt just as Mona finished her tale about the goodbye feast with the Elders. The glass door swung open and this time two student boarded the bus briskly. The first was a tall, scruffy brown-haired guy that to be at least eighteen judging by the light stubble on his face and muscular arms. He wore a red and white rugby shirt and tan cargo shorts. Handy just let him pass and plop down in the adjacent first seat.
Though, the second kid wasn’t quite as lucky. He was stopped and asked his identification by the bald-headed driver.
“Just call me Fox. “ The kid looked with suspicious, dark eyes around the bus as if at any time he would be attacked. His right-hand’s fingers tapped to his side while his left hand was tucked away in his My Chemical Romance messenger bag, obviously gripped around something inside.
“Sorry but we don’t have a ‘Fox’ on the list.” Handy reported, but this time in a voice that imitated Chuck Norris. This surprised Willow so much she had to take a double-take. Joel’s hand shot out and tapped her on the shoulder to fixing her confusion.
“He’s a free-tongue. Can speak or understand any language, accent, voice or basically anything that has to do with communication.” He whispered to her, who sent a mental thanks and both sat back in their seats. The boy who called himself Fox slipped his left hand out of his backpack and held out a little card to the driver, who grunted in recognition.
“Alright, go on back.” Fox dipped his head curtly and sat in the seat next to the first kid, his hand slipped his card back in his bag.
“Bit stiff there, mate?” A strong Australian accent lit up the first kid’s voice. He shifted his own normal backpack to his lap to make room for Fox.
“Yeah.” That’s all he said. Willow would have thought it was suspicious if Mona had not taken the moment of silence as an opportunity to continue her story. She tried her best to keep up with the draki’s talking, but it wasn’t easy now with her mind wondering about the mysterious kid.
“We’re getting close, folks; any minutes now.’
“So you’re new, right?” Mona prompted.
“Yep. I’m guessing you aren’t.” A wicked, red-stained smirk planted itself on Mona’s face. Apparently, she was asking the right questions.
“Do I look new to you?” Willow shook her head.“Then don’t ask stupid questions like that.”
“Sure thing.” Willow agreed and her blue eyes shifted back over to the window to look outside. They were driving down a solitary asphalt street now that was shadowed on both sides by a wall of tall, dark trees. The road headed around a curb so you couldn’t see what was down the road.
“Hey, Mona…?” She started, “Me and you are the same age right? Does that mean we’re in the same grade?”
“We don’t have grades here. People get their powers at different times. They aren’t going to put someone in a higher year just cause they’re older.” Mona shifted, realizing she was on the path to rambling. Clearing her throat, she continued, “So, no. I’m a second year or Gregorth. You’re going to be what we call a Narkley, or first-year.”
“How many years are there? What are their names?” Willow pushed; her curiosity was taking her over. Mona seemed pleased that she got to answer her questions.
“Five years of basics. Then you can stay longer for further training for special missions. But after the five years, you’re officially part of the Super’s colt. As for the names, in order they are; Narkleys, Gregorths, Ilks, Himnofs, and Freconics. Weird names right? They told us where they come from, but I forgot.”
“Yeah.” Actually to Willow, it made it better. Detached from the rest of the world like it should be. She was not normal and neither was anyone on this bus. Why should their names be?
Willow continued to ask Mona several other questions, but this time they weren’t answered. Apparently, they were all going to be answered later on. She had a feeling that they weren’t supposed to reveal too much to newcomers.
It was then that the bus pulled around one more corner. Willow sat forward in her seat looking for her school. But all she saw was a log cabin. Literally. It was like any log cabin you might see in a nature park’s camping site. Chimney and everything. How many kids exactly went to this school?
“You’ll see.” Joel said, behind her. At this point, everyone on the bus was getting up. Narkleys were easy to point out because they held the same puzzled expression as her. She raised herself to her feet along with the rest of the crowd and followed Mona off the bus, then gathered in the group of students that crowded in front of the cabin.
“I’m gonna go mingle.” Mona twitched away from her to some other girls a little ways off who were probably from her year. There were probably forty people in the wooded yard in front of the building. Willow looked around for anyone who looked alone. It was naturally easier to talk to people who were alone and less awkward than standing around by herself staring at the sky. She personally would have preferred staring at the sky though.
She caught sight of the “Fox” boy from the bus standing a little ways off by a large oak with his Australian friend. His stance was relaxed now, but his eyes remained frigid with wariness, scanning the yard. His friend looked completely at ease like there was nothing to be afraid of.
“Hello.” She spoke to the duo figuring they were better than nothing. Plus, she knew that Fox was a Narkley. The older one looked down on her it seemed when she talked. Literally and figuratively. It annoyed her; especially since she could easily be taller than him.
“Sup.” The older kid replied and Fox turned to watch them speak.
“Is that our school?” Her hand flicked to the cabin. As if there were many other buildings around.
“Indeed.” Another one word answer, which annoyed her even more. This time she directed her words to Fox.
“Shouldn’t it be bigger, you think?” One of her black eyebrows lifted on her face with her question.
“Could be bigger on the inside.” He said it as if he had been considering it too. Australia laughed, probably their ignorance.
“Maybe a basement.”She murmured. There had to be more than that. Even with the basement it would be tight with forty students. At this same moment another bus pulled up, releasing another probably fifty individuals and a woman who wore the same professional get-up as Handy. It was starting to get crowded now and an uncomfortable feeling grew at the pit of her stomach. She had to get away from all these people.
“Well thanks for the thought.” She commented to the two and turned away before they could respond. She caught sight of Mona, but she was in the middle of the noisy mess of people. Not good for her. Willow was slightly claustrophobic when it came to crowds.
Her breathing became shorted as she felt the air being stolen away from her by the wall of bodies around her. Not good, not good, not good! Without thinking, she jumped into the air and switched into a sparrow flapping wildly toward the sky. Realizing her feathery form, she straightened out her flight and zipped behind her bus to hide from the cluster of eyes gawking at her. She found a perch on one of the vehicle’s window seals and caught up her breathing.
Great. Now everyone knew she claustrophobic, bird freak.
“Hey, you alright up there?”
End of Chapter 1.
Willow wasn’t sure whether it was fate or coincidence that got her to where she was now. Standing at a bus stop, waiting for some bus driver to pick her up and take her to her new “special” person school or academy or whatever. She had seen this before in some corny Disney movie when she was twelve. Of course, back then she wish it was true. The idea of any super natural ability was mesmerizing to her.
But now, it didn’t seem so different. There she was, like always, standing at the same bus stop as her last school. Only a different bus would pick her up this time.
Like it sensed her thoughts, a yellow school bus pulled around a corner at the end of her street and crept towards her. It looked like any other school bus. Perhaps it wasn’t hers. She checked her schedule’s bus pass number with the approaching vehicle’s bumper number. It matched. Dammit.
An urge flowed through Willow’s muscles to pull apart her molecules and rearrange them so she wouldn’t be recognized. That way maybe the bus would just pass her by thinking she was an innocent squirrel munching on an acorn.
The bus slowed its speed and flicked on its flashing, front lights signaling it was about to pick up. Dammit, dammit. The idea was stupid anyway. The bus driver was smarter than that. Plus, she was standing under a palm tree.
The yellow hulk of metal screeched to a halt in front of her. It doors swung open to reveal a tall, handsome bald man dressed as if he was about to go out for a job interview sitting in the driver’s seat. He turned to look at her standing before the steep steps. Torrey noted that his right eye was a pale blue, which unmistakably meant he was blind in that eye. His other eye was a deep chestnut brown that stared at her intently.
“What be your name, little missus?” His voice was an almost exact copy of Morgan Freeman’s. What the hell?
“Willow Nite; I’m new.” She replied, attempting to sound a little less nervous. It didn’t help much.
“I believe I remember the headmaster saying something about you.” His bushy brown eyebrows folded together and he turned back around in his seat to stare off into space. Willow sat watching him for a few moments wondering if she should get on.
“Well, you getting on?” He echoed her thoughts. She took this as her signal and stepped up briskly. She turned back to him quickly before heading to a seat and asked him promptly, “I think you owe me your name now, don’t ya think?”
“Don’t I think? Well yes, I would owe you that, wouldn’t I? I suppose you can call me Handy.” A white smile cracked across his bare angular face.
“I suppose I could.” Willow replied wisely. There was something about Handy that she liked, though she wasn’t sure yet what that was yet.
He smiled as she passed and swung the door closed, before taking off down the street to the next spot. Willow walked down the aisles slowly, looking for a seat. There were kids like any other bus placed in clumps across the bus, talking about what they did over summer. Camping…summer jobs…baby-sitting. This just seemed wrong to her. Shouldn’t they have been saving the world or something like that? She seriously needed to stop letting her head get to her.
She gave up and walked back to the front and settled for the empty seat behind Handy. His eyes flicked toward her through the long rearview mirror.
“It’ll get weirder soon. Just wait.” A voice that sounded like it came straight from her conscious spoke with crystal clear clarity behind her, sending chills down her arms. She pulled her sweater jacket’s long, black sleeves further down her arms and turned her sapphire eyes to view the source of the voice.
For a second, she didn’t see anyone looking at her, or even acknowledging her existence for that matter. Then a figure wrapped in a black jacket shifted in the seat behind her, stealing her attention. She could tell he was a boy by instinct, though he seemed shorter than her. At that moment his hooded head turned to her, letting her observe his face. It had a boyish frame with a button nose and full, pouty lips suggesting that he was younger than her. Slightly sunken-in, deep blue eyes peered out to her from under the dipping hood of his jacket. The tip of his lips twitched as if they were tempted to smirk. Reflexive questions clouded her mind with unsolved mysteries and spilled consequently from her parted lips, “W-”
“Yes, that was me.” She blinked. One mystery solved.
“You’re quick.” He remarked. He shifted in his seat and looked back through the cool window pane. There was a long pause where neither said nothing. For a moment, Willow considered that he wouldn’t continue. But as soon as she thought it, he spoke.
“I’m a mindreader. That’ll solve your second mystery.” He was right. Second mystery solved. A smile lit up her amused face and she responded as she turned back in her seat and looked out the window herself. “One more.”
“Joel. Happy now?” Content filled her thoughts. Third mystery solved. Joel was the first other “special” person around her age that she had ever spoken to. Yes, she was indeed happy.
Neither spoke for several moments as they rolled smoothly down the road. The bus stopped again and Handy swung open the doors and with it loaded on two more students. They must have been old students, because Handy didn’t question them.
“Don’t! You have one more.” Joel commented behind her loud enough for the bus driver to hear. Handy threw back open the doors and on squabbled a short, stout, purple-haired, pixie like girl. She wore a tight, black dress that wrapped around her curves smartly and dirty pink gladiators. Her trimmed violet eyebrows arched on her powder-white face indignantly.
“Yeah, you better stop for me.” She warned Handy. Willow caught sight of her grey eyes flashing purple as her hair, then turning right back to their original hue.
“Sure thing, milady.” His Morgan voice agreed leisurely. The pixie looked satisfied and scanned over the rest of the bus to see if it passed her inspection. A look of disdain passed over her face until her silver eyes passed over Willow in the front seat.
“Is anyone sitting here?” The pixie asked her eyebrow once again raised, daring her to lie. A snake-bite hung over her lower red-painted lip and her right nostril was pierced.
“Nope.” Willow submitted willingly and she sat down and turned to the shapeshifter and looked at her expectantly.
“The name’s Mona. I’m a draki. What are you?” Willow smiled at her bluntness, but wasn’t so surprised, remembering she had read something about a draki once in some story. They were descendents of dragons and had the defense ability to be able to switch into a human. They were supposed to be extinct as dragons were. Obviously, that was only in fairytales like everything else.
“I’m Willow. I’m a shapeshifter.”
“Cool. So, you can change into birds and bad like that?” The more the draki talked, the more the shifter liked her.
“It’s broader than that for me. I can shift into whatever I like.” Willow detailed to her. Mona contemplated what she said, before speaking.
“Ah, sounds too complicated. Like you never know what you are. I know what I am. If anyone doesn’t like it, they can forget off.” She announced loud enough so that the whole bus could have heard if they were paying any attention; her arms crossed over her chest.
“More like I never have to settle on one thing.” Willow retaliated
“Sure. Still sounds complicated.” At this, they both laughed. She liked Mona so far and thought the young draki was like a fiery ball of rebel. This time it was Joel who laughed.
The bus continued on this time for nearly twenty minutes before ever even hinting a stop. Mona had gone into a full-scale, dramatic story about her summer vacation with her draki dad in Romania or Turkey or somewhere in Europe. Turns out there is a whole organization of the creatures, all in hiding. She detailed about her intense training with three other young half-breeds who “annoyed the living bad out of her with their stuck up egos.” It was actually a rather comical story for Willow and she began to feel like this school was finally making some sense.
Handy slowed down to a halt just as Mona finished her tale about the goodbye feast with the Elders. The glass door swung open and this time two student boarded the bus briskly. The first was a tall, scruffy brown-haired guy that to be at least eighteen judging by the light stubble on his face and muscular arms. He wore a red and white rugby shirt and tan cargo shorts. Handy just let him pass and plop down in the adjacent first seat.
Though, the second kid wasn’t quite as lucky. He was stopped and asked his identification by the bald-headed driver.
“Just call me Fox. “ The kid looked with suspicious, dark eyes around the bus as if at any time he would be attacked. His right-hand’s fingers tapped to his side while his left hand was tucked away in his My Chemical Romance messenger bag, obviously gripped around something inside.
“Sorry but we don’t have a ‘Fox’ on the list.” Handy reported, but this time in a voice that imitated Chuck Norris. This surprised Willow so much she had to take a double-take. Joel’s hand shot out and tapped her on the shoulder to fixing her confusion.
“He’s a free-tongue. Can speak or understand any language, accent, voice or basically anything that has to do with communication.” He whispered to her, who sent a mental thanks and both sat back in their seats. The boy who called himself Fox slipped his left hand out of his backpack and held out a little card to the driver, who grunted in recognition.
“Alright, go on back.” Fox dipped his head curtly and sat in the seat next to the first kid, his hand slipped his card back in his bag.
“Bit stiff there, mate?” A strong Australian accent lit up the first kid’s voice. He shifted his own normal backpack to his lap to make room for Fox.
“Yeah.” That’s all he said. Willow would have thought it was suspicious if Mona had not taken the moment of silence as an opportunity to continue her story. She tried her best to keep up with the draki’s talking, but it wasn’t easy now with her mind wondering about the mysterious kid.
“We’re getting close, folks; any minutes now.’
“So you’re new, right?” Mona prompted.
“Yep. I’m guessing you aren’t.” A wicked, red-stained smirk planted itself on Mona’s face. Apparently, she was asking the right questions.
“Do I look new to you?” Willow shook her head.“Then don’t ask stupid questions like that.”
“Sure thing.” Willow agreed and her blue eyes shifted back over to the window to look outside. They were driving down a solitary asphalt street now that was shadowed on both sides by a wall of tall, dark trees. The road headed around a curb so you couldn’t see what was down the road.
“Hey, Mona…?” She started, “Me and you are the same age right? Does that mean we’re in the same grade?”
“We don’t have grades here. People get their powers at different times. They aren’t going to put someone in a higher year just cause they’re older.” Mona shifted, realizing she was on the path to rambling. Clearing her throat, she continued, “So, no. I’m a second year or Gregorth. You’re going to be what we call a Narkley, or first-year.”
“How many years are there? What are their names?” Willow pushed; her curiosity was taking her over. Mona seemed pleased that she got to answer her questions.
“Five years of basics. Then you can stay longer for further training for special missions. But after the five years, you’re officially part of the Super’s colt. As for the names, in order they are; Narkleys, Gregorths, Ilks, Himnofs, and Freconics. Weird names right? They told us where they come from, but I forgot.”
“Yeah.” Actually to Willow, it made it better. Detached from the rest of the world like it should be. She was not normal and neither was anyone on this bus. Why should their names be?
Willow continued to ask Mona several other questions, but this time they weren’t answered. Apparently, they were all going to be answered later on. She had a feeling that they weren’t supposed to reveal too much to newcomers.
It was then that the bus pulled around one more corner. Willow sat forward in her seat looking for her school. But all she saw was a log cabin. Literally. It was like any log cabin you might see in a nature park’s camping site. Chimney and everything. How many kids exactly went to this school?
“You’ll see.” Joel said, behind her. At this point, everyone on the bus was getting up. Narkleys were easy to point out because they held the same puzzled expression as her. She raised herself to her feet along with the rest of the crowd and followed Mona off the bus, then gathered in the group of students that crowded in front of the cabin.
“I’m gonna go mingle.” Mona twitched away from her to some other girls a little ways off who were probably from her year. There were probably forty people in the wooded yard in front of the building. Willow looked around for anyone who looked alone. It was naturally easier to talk to people who were alone and less awkward than standing around by herself staring at the sky. She personally would have preferred staring at the sky though.
She caught sight of the “Fox” boy from the bus standing a little ways off by a large oak with his Australian friend. His stance was relaxed now, but his eyes remained frigid with wariness, scanning the yard. His friend looked completely at ease like there was nothing to be afraid of.
“Hello.” She spoke to the duo figuring they were better than nothing. Plus, she knew that Fox was a Narkley. The older one looked down on her it seemed when she talked. Literally and figuratively. It annoyed her; especially since she could easily be taller than him.
“Sup.” The older kid replied and Fox turned to watch them speak.
“Is that our school?” Her hand flicked to the cabin. As if there were many other buildings around.
“Indeed.” Another one word answer, which annoyed her even more. This time she directed her words to Fox.
“Shouldn’t it be bigger, you think?” One of her black eyebrows lifted on her face with her question.
“Could be bigger on the inside.” He said it as if he had been considering it too. Australia laughed, probably their ignorance.
“Maybe a basement.”She murmured. There had to be more than that. Even with the basement it would be tight with forty students. At this same moment another bus pulled up, releasing another probably fifty individuals and a woman who wore the same professional get-up as Handy. It was starting to get crowded now and an uncomfortable feeling grew at the pit of her stomach. She had to get away from all these people.
“Well thanks for the thought.” She commented to the two and turned away before they could respond. She caught sight of Mona, but she was in the middle of the noisy mess of people. Not good for her. Willow was slightly claustrophobic when it came to crowds.
Her breathing became shorted as she felt the air being stolen away from her by the wall of bodies around her. Not good, not good, not good! Without thinking, she jumped into the air and switched into a sparrow flapping wildly toward the sky. Realizing her feathery form, she straightened out her flight and zipped behind her bus to hide from the cluster of eyes gawking at her. She found a perch on one of the vehicle’s window seals and caught up her breathing.
Great. Now everyone knew she claustrophobic, bird freak.
“Hey, you alright up there?”
End of Chapter 1.
March 20, 2012
****** you put it as Jole not Joel.
March 20, 2012
I'll change that.
March 21, 2012
Awesome.
March 31, 2012
Moar.
March 31, 2012
Working on it.
April 1, 2012
Yay.
April 2, 2012
Chapter 1 was called "Claustrophobic Bird-Freak". I haven't come up with a name for chapter two yet, but here is the first section.
Chapter 2:
In all her life, Willow could not imagine anything being as Disney prompted as this. Here she was, on the brink of breaking when a strong, handsome prince came galloping to her rescue. Of course, he wasn’t on a horse but it didn’t change the image much. She would have laughed right there and then if she hadn’t been a bird. Instead, all that came out was an awkward screech that caused the boy to cover his ears.
“I can’t speak bird. Could you change back, please?” He pleaded. Willow gripped the seal once in apprehension, but complied by jumping off and shifting in mid-air so that she landed on her human feet, releasing a small cloud of dirt where she landed. Her shaded eyes looked up at him, studying him closely in case his princely façade should break and send her sprawling back up to her perch. His soft toffee eyes showed only what appeared to be worry and his full lips were parted as if he were about to say something. Only she decided to take the chance to properly answer his question.
“I’m fine.” She lied.
“I find that hard to believe.” His jaw clenched. He knew she was lying.
“Why?”
“It’s kinda odd for someone to hide for someone to have the sudden urge to burst into a bird and hide in a bus, isn’t it?” An unsure smile spread across his face and his hand ran through his short, curly brown hair.
For normal people it is. “Maybe.”
“Why did you fly away?” His face was intent, but relaxed now that he had nothing to worry about anymore.
“Crowds aren’t really my thing.”
“You’re claustrophobic?”
Was a prince supposed to be so blunt? “To put it simply.”
“There is a complicated part to it?” Smooth as expected.
“I can probably find a way to make it complicated.”
“How so?” He pursued.
“Do you always ask so many questions? That can’t possibly be part of the script.” She was getting irritated with him and in effect relaying her thoughts.
“What script? This is total improve.” A perfect smirk coated his strong face, playing with his slightly high cheekbones. His teeth shone in a shade similar to that of the white of the moon.
“So you’re an actor?”
He laughed and joked, “Yeah, in my bathroom facing the mirror.”
“Sounds like quite the stage.” Willow couldn’t help but smile and speak with more confidence.
“Haha, yeah. But back to the point.” Both of his hands tucked themselves in his jeans and he hunched his shoulders forward a little; though it didn’t make him look any shorter. “If you would like, you could come with me to this patch of grass I found over here a little ways off from the crowd.”
“Sure.” She figured that accepting the offer would be less awkward than refusing it, plus once again she didn’t want to be caught standing alone.
“This way then senorita…What’s your name?” He held his hand out in the direction he was about to lead her.
“Willow.”
“Senorita Willow it is then. I am senor Dante, by the way.”
Chapter 2:
In all her life, Willow could not imagine anything being as Disney prompted as this. Here she was, on the brink of breaking when a strong, handsome prince came galloping to her rescue. Of course, he wasn’t on a horse but it didn’t change the image much. She would have laughed right there and then if she hadn’t been a bird. Instead, all that came out was an awkward screech that caused the boy to cover his ears.
“I can’t speak bird. Could you change back, please?” He pleaded. Willow gripped the seal once in apprehension, but complied by jumping off and shifting in mid-air so that she landed on her human feet, releasing a small cloud of dirt where she landed. Her shaded eyes looked up at him, studying him closely in case his princely façade should break and send her sprawling back up to her perch. His soft toffee eyes showed only what appeared to be worry and his full lips were parted as if he were about to say something. Only she decided to take the chance to properly answer his question.
“I’m fine.” She lied.
“I find that hard to believe.” His jaw clenched. He knew she was lying.
“Why?”
“It’s kinda odd for someone to hide for someone to have the sudden urge to burst into a bird and hide in a bus, isn’t it?” An unsure smile spread across his face and his hand ran through his short, curly brown hair.
For normal people it is. “Maybe.”
“Why did you fly away?” His face was intent, but relaxed now that he had nothing to worry about anymore.
“Crowds aren’t really my thing.”
“You’re claustrophobic?”
Was a prince supposed to be so blunt? “To put it simply.”
“There is a complicated part to it?” Smooth as expected.
“I can probably find a way to make it complicated.”
“How so?” He pursued.
“Do you always ask so many questions? That can’t possibly be part of the script.” She was getting irritated with him and in effect relaying her thoughts.
“What script? This is total improve.” A perfect smirk coated his strong face, playing with his slightly high cheekbones. His teeth shone in a shade similar to that of the white of the moon.
“So you’re an actor?”
He laughed and joked, “Yeah, in my bathroom facing the mirror.”
“Sounds like quite the stage.” Willow couldn’t help but smile and speak with more confidence.
“Haha, yeah. But back to the point.” Both of his hands tucked themselves in his jeans and he hunched his shoulders forward a little; though it didn’t make him look any shorter. “If you would like, you could come with me to this patch of grass I found over here a little ways off from the crowd.”
“Sure.” She figured that accepting the offer would be less awkward than refusing it, plus once again she didn’t want to be caught standing alone.
“This way then senorita…What’s your name?” He held his hand out in the direction he was about to lead her.
“Willow.”
“Senorita Willow it is then. I am senor Dante, by the way.”
April 2, 2012
In all her life, Willow could not imagine anything being as Disney prompted as this. Here she was, on the brink of breaking when a strong, handsome prince came galloping to her rescue. Of course, he wasn’t on a horse but it didn’t change the image much. She would have laughed right there and then if she hadn’t been a bird. Instead, all that came out was an awkward screech that caused the boy to cover his ears.
“I can’t speak bird. Could you change back, please?” He pleaded. Willow gripped the seat once in apprehension, but complied by jumping off and shifting in mid-air so that she landed on her human feet, releasing a small cloud of dirt where she landed. Her shaded eyes looked up at him, studying him closely in case his princely façade should break and send her sprawling back up to her perch. His soft toffee eyes showed only what appeared to be worry and his full lips were parted as if he were about to say something. Only she decided to take the chance to properly answer his question.
“I’m fine.” She lied.
“I find that hard to believe.” His jaw clenched. He knew she was lying.
“Why?”
“It’s kinda odd for someone to hide for someone to have the sudden urge to burst into a bird and hide in a bus, isn’t it?” An unsure smile spread across his face and his hand ran through his short, curly brown hair.
For normal people it is. “Maybe.”
“Why did you fly away?” His face was intent, but relaxed now that he had nothing to worry about anymore.
“Crowds aren’t really my thing.”
“You’re claustrophobic?”
Was a prince supposed to be so blunt? “To put it simply.”
“There is a complicated part to it?” Smooth as expected.
“I can probably find a way to make it complicated.”
“How so?” He pursued.
“Do you always ask so many questions? That can’t possibly be part of the script.” She was getting irritated with him and in effect relaying her thoughts.
“What script? This is total improve.” A perfect smirk coated his strong face, playing with his slightly high cheekbones. His teeth shone in a shade similar to that of the white of the moon.
“So you’re an actor?”
He laughed and joked, “Yeah, in my bathroom facing the mirror.”
“Sounds like quite the stage.” Willow couldn’t help but smile and speak with more confidence.
“Haha, yeah. But back to the point.” Both of his hands tucked themselves in his jeans and he hunched his shoulders forward a little; though it didn’t make him look any shorter. “If you would like, you could come with me to this patch of grass I found over here a little ways off from the crowd.”
“Sure.” She figured that accepting the offer would be less awkward than refusing it, plus once again she didn’t want to be caught standing alone.
“This way then senorita…What’s your name?” He held his hand out in the direction he was about to lead her.
“Willow.”
“Senorita Willow it is then. I am senor Dante, by the way.”
HAPPY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
“I can’t speak bird. Could you change back, please?” He pleaded. Willow gripped the seat once in apprehension, but complied by jumping off and shifting in mid-air so that she landed on her human feet, releasing a small cloud of dirt where she landed. Her shaded eyes looked up at him, studying him closely in case his princely façade should break and send her sprawling back up to her perch. His soft toffee eyes showed only what appeared to be worry and his full lips were parted as if he were about to say something. Only she decided to take the chance to properly answer his question.
“I’m fine.” She lied.
“I find that hard to believe.” His jaw clenched. He knew she was lying.
“Why?”
“It’s kinda odd for someone to hide for someone to have the sudden urge to burst into a bird and hide in a bus, isn’t it?” An unsure smile spread across his face and his hand ran through his short, curly brown hair.
For normal people it is. “Maybe.”
“Why did you fly away?” His face was intent, but relaxed now that he had nothing to worry about anymore.
“Crowds aren’t really my thing.”
“You’re claustrophobic?”
Was a prince supposed to be so blunt? “To put it simply.”
“There is a complicated part to it?” Smooth as expected.
“I can probably find a way to make it complicated.”
“How so?” He pursued.
“Do you always ask so many questions? That can’t possibly be part of the script.” She was getting irritated with him and in effect relaying her thoughts.
“What script? This is total improve.” A perfect smirk coated his strong face, playing with his slightly high cheekbones. His teeth shone in a shade similar to that of the white of the moon.
“So you’re an actor?”
He laughed and joked, “Yeah, in my bathroom facing the mirror.”
“Sounds like quite the stage.” Willow couldn’t help but smile and speak with more confidence.
“Haha, yeah. But back to the point.” Both of his hands tucked themselves in his jeans and he hunched his shoulders forward a little; though it didn’t make him look any shorter. “If you would like, you could come with me to this patch of grass I found over here a little ways off from the crowd.”
“Sure.” She figured that accepting the offer would be less awkward than refusing it, plus once again she didn’t want to be caught standing alone.
“This way then senorita…What’s your name?” He held his hand out in the direction he was about to lead her.
“Willow.”
“Senorita Willow it is then. I am senor Dante, by the way.”
HAPPY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
April 2, 2012
ABOUT FREAKIN TIME!!!!
April 2, 2012
PISS OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!
April 2, 2012
YOU PISS OFF!!
April 2, 2012
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
April 2, 2012
POOPYHEAD!
April 2, 2012
POOPYHEAD YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
April 2, 2012
*Dramatic gasp.*
April 2, 2012
*Bonks you on the head with sword handle*
April 2, 2012
*Passes out.*
April 2, 2012
Ha.
April 2, 2012
(Now I can't write. XD)
April 2, 2012
Ha.
April 2, 2012
Is this some freaky scream ****?
April 2, 2012
I'M NOT SURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
April 2, 2012
No clue. The story's interesting at least. IIIIIIINnnnnnnnnnnntreeeesssstttiiiinnnggggg
April 3, 2012
*Wakes up.* WHAT'S THE BUTTHEAD DOIN' HERE? *Glares at Sauron*
April 3, 2012
*Bonks you on head again with sword handle*
April 3, 2012
*Backslaps you with my computer.*
April 4, 2012
*Stabs you with sword blade*
April 4, 2012
*Kicks you with my diamond-plated boot.*
April 4, 2012
*Stabs you again*
April 29, 2012
Okay so forget my last post. I rewrote the begining of chapter two. Here it is:
In all of the entirety of her life, Willow could not imagine anything being as Disney-prompted as this. Here she was, on the brink of breaking , when a strong, handsome prince came galloping to her rescue. Of course, he wasn't on a horse, but it didn't change the image much. She would have laughed right there and then if she hadn't been a bird. Instead, all that came out was an awkward screech that caused her lovely prince to cover his ears.
"I can't speak bird. Could you change back, please?" He pleaded. Willow gripped the seal once apprehension with talons, then complied by jumping off and shifting in mid-air, so that she landed on her human feet; releasing a small cloud of dirt where she landed. Her shaded eyes looked up like a unsure doe, studying him closely in case his royal facade should break and send her sprawling back up to her perch. His soft toffee eyes showed only what appeared to be worry, and his full lips were parted like he was about to say something. Only, she decided to take the chance to answer his first question to prevent ones she didn't want to answer.
"I'm fine." She lied.
"I find that hard to believe." His jaw clenched.
"Why?"
"Oh! Maybe just your little freak-out there." A unsure smile sneaked onto his face and his hand ran through his curly, brown locks.
"So I'm a freak?" The temperature around her suddenly fell a few degrees.
"No. You just freaked out. There's a difference."
"For normal people..." Willow's gaze shifted to the gravel under her feet.
"The why did you fly away?" His face was intent now and she reluctantly looked up into his eyes. His melt-your-heart-out brown eyes.
"I'm just not... good with crowds." The words felt good spilling from her mouth and somehow she trusted him with them. Maybe she just all around trusted people too much.
"So you're claustrophobic?"
No, she had arachnophobia! Sheesh. "Yeah."
"Then perhaps you would like to come stand over with me? My brother and I are just hanging over there in a area behind the cabin."
"Mighty smooth come-on don't you think?" This caused a bright scarlet blush to coat his cheekbones and for him to release a laugh that echoed off the side into the forest.
"Well I try my best. Nothing compared to my brother though."
"Then I can't wait to meet him." She smiled back at him, trying her best to hide the goosebumps on her arms. Good thing she wore her jacket today.
"Cool."
They walked a longer route than necessary to get to the back of the cabin. Willow had begun to think it was intentional, but she just went along. She didn't really want to go back to the crowd and their conversation was pleasant. It turned out that the lovely prince was named Dante and he was a Gregorth like Mona. His brother was younger than him and a half-brother, but in the same year. When he said his brother's name, Willow looked over at him in complete surprise.
"Joel?"
"Ya. You know him?" He gave her a curious look.
"We're on the same bus." She jumped when Joel spoke behind her and twisted around to face him. His hood was pulled back now, revealing the straight pitch black hair that framed his face. This time when she looked at him, Willow could pinpoint similarities in the brother's faces. Their noses, jawline, and most prominent; their smiles. Even though Joel's was a smirk.
"You shoul-"
"Shouldn't surprise people like that?" The mind-reader interrupted.
"Yeah."
In all of the entirety of her life, Willow could not imagine anything being as Disney-prompted as this. Here she was, on the brink of breaking , when a strong, handsome prince came galloping to her rescue. Of course, he wasn't on a horse, but it didn't change the image much. She would have laughed right there and then if she hadn't been a bird. Instead, all that came out was an awkward screech that caused her lovely prince to cover his ears.
"I can't speak bird. Could you change back, please?" He pleaded. Willow gripped the seal once apprehension with talons, then complied by jumping off and shifting in mid-air, so that she landed on her human feet; releasing a small cloud of dirt where she landed. Her shaded eyes looked up like a unsure doe, studying him closely in case his royal facade should break and send her sprawling back up to her perch. His soft toffee eyes showed only what appeared to be worry, and his full lips were parted like he was about to say something. Only, she decided to take the chance to answer his first question to prevent ones she didn't want to answer.
"I'm fine." She lied.
"I find that hard to believe." His jaw clenched.
"Why?"
"Oh! Maybe just your little freak-out there." A unsure smile sneaked onto his face and his hand ran through his curly, brown locks.
"So I'm a freak?" The temperature around her suddenly fell a few degrees.
"No. You just freaked out. There's a difference."
"For normal people..." Willow's gaze shifted to the gravel under her feet.
"The why did you fly away?" His face was intent now and she reluctantly looked up into his eyes. His melt-your-heart-out brown eyes.
"I'm just not... good with crowds." The words felt good spilling from her mouth and somehow she trusted him with them. Maybe she just all around trusted people too much.
"So you're claustrophobic?"
No, she had arachnophobia! Sheesh. "Yeah."
"Then perhaps you would like to come stand over with me? My brother and I are just hanging over there in a area behind the cabin."
"Mighty smooth come-on don't you think?" This caused a bright scarlet blush to coat his cheekbones and for him to release a laugh that echoed off the side into the forest.
"Well I try my best. Nothing compared to my brother though."
"Then I can't wait to meet him." She smiled back at him, trying her best to hide the goosebumps on her arms. Good thing she wore her jacket today.
"Cool."
They walked a longer route than necessary to get to the back of the cabin. Willow had begun to think it was intentional, but she just went along. She didn't really want to go back to the crowd and their conversation was pleasant. It turned out that the lovely prince was named Dante and he was a Gregorth like Mona. His brother was younger than him and a half-brother, but in the same year. When he said his brother's name, Willow looked over at him in complete surprise.
"Joel?"
"Ya. You know him?" He gave her a curious look.
"We're on the same bus." She jumped when Joel spoke behind her and twisted around to face him. His hood was pulled back now, revealing the straight pitch black hair that framed his face. This time when she looked at him, Willow could pinpoint similarities in the brother's faces. Their noses, jawline, and most prominent; their smiles. Even though Joel's was a smirk.
"You shoul-"
"Shouldn't surprise people like that?" The mind-reader interrupted.
"Yeah."
April 29, 2012
Interesting.
April 29, 2012
I'm just trying to get the story plot along. I have some big ideas, but they will take awhile to build up. most of this was first draft. Any critique?
April 29, 2012
Nah.
April 29, 2012
Aww. Maybe I'll get Dcinciruk to read. He should have some critique.
April 29, 2012
He always does.
April 29, 2012
Once over read, it sounds good. Scathing critique will come later when the scathing seeps up. Ha.
April 29, 2012
I shall wait.
May 1, 2012
I love the mind reading. :L
