The Writing of Ichy

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~From Ghost and Sar, some random part, porbly in the 2nd book~

Sar lifted the beaker into the light and swished the light blue, slimy looking liquid inside it. A thin layer of liquid clung to where it brushed against the glass, slowly sliding back. She placed the beaker on the counter and scribbled some notes on her crinkled, white paper. Her hand writing was messy and compact and she could barley decode it. Her eyes slipped from her notes to an amulet next to her on the counter. Her pen ventured from the paper to her counter top and Sar quickly caught herself. She sighed as she viewed the black writing on her once perfect counter and then let her eyes drift back to the amulet.

It wasn't complex at all. It didn't have any intricate design screaming for attention. But my goodness, no one could ever say it wasn't beautiful. It had a soft red, almost pink, gem in a golden oval setting attached to a long gold chain. It could catch anyone’s eye, but that's not what held Sar's interest.

It was its aura. So strong, that even her, who surrounded herself with inventions, hypothesis, theories; a science prodigy, could sense it. It entranced her, tugging at her soul, calling her. She sighed and roughly placed her notes in a drawer, wrinkling it even further. She threw her unstylish, square glasses on the counter and left for the door. At the door, she turned and looked at her lab.

Machines, inventions, foreign liquids, solids and gases that could be from other universe, things that went bump in the night. All these things to play with and the only thing that held her interest was a simple amulet. She shook her head, placed the powder blue hood of her cloak over her blond hair and blew out the oil lamp by the door, the rest following her command. She looked at her lab one final time, it was now being illuminated by her many scientific concoctions. She turned and left up the stairs lending away from her laboratory. A shower and a good night sleep, that's all she need. Then her mind will back on science.

Right?  

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((craving... writing... need.... to... write))
~Here's something for Ghost from Ghost and Sar. It porbly won't show in the books, maybe, but porbly not.

The hair on your neck stands, chills travel down your spine, terorr settles in your heart with it's dark, cold, icey grip. What could it be? A beast, a monster?

You wish.

Things that went bump in the night? Ha! She was the night which harbor such creatures and which the creatures whorship. Some people say she was made out of nightmares, but truthfuly, she was the thing that nightmares inspired to be, but so despertly failed.

She was like a rain, wind, thunder and lightling strom that settles around you.
Rain, dripping on you, quickly getting you wet. Reminding you of all your hurt and sorrow. Making you despertly wanting to cry when no tears shall come.
Wind, wipping around you, making you spin around with no control of your own. Making you fell confused, flustered and powerless.
Thunder, booming with laughter from your pain, belittleing you. Making you fell hurt, small, worthless.
And finally, lighting. Dancing around you mischeviously. Craking and hitting right next to you. Narrowly missing only to make you frightened, and letting the fear highten the rest of your emotion. Their is no compassion, no love, no happiness, no hope. Only hatered, cruelness, despair, evil. You cruel into a ball, your soul scoped up and leaving you a shell.

But what's this? A small ray of light amoungest the clouds. You must go there. You must feel it's warmth and serenity. But to get there... Can you pierce the heart of the ghost?

That is, if she has one.  

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~From Ghost and Sar, in the third book.

Tristen looked up at the clear blue sky as they entered the small clearing, studying the clouds and the lines in them. He wondered why it was so bright and sunshiny when it was so cold. He could almost see his breath. He looked down from the sky to his leader, fixated on her small frame and long hair. She stopped and a small gust of wind stirred her black hair. It blew by Tristen as he took in a deep breath through his nose. It smelled bitter-sweet, like a sunny day in winter. He kinda liked it...

Ghost turned swiftly and stared at him. "This is where we will start your training." Tristen swept the clearing with his pink eyes and a small tilt of the head, letting his matching hair fall in his eyes slightly.

"Um... No offence, but why here? I mean, sure it's away from everyone, but isn't it a little small for combat?" he asked

"You are not ready for combat; you still need to learn certain things."

"Like what, I already know everything."

"Wrong, you do not know something that is essential to battle."

"What?"

"Power. Where to get it, and how to use it to its full potential."

Tristen cocked his head to the side boyishly, jamming his blockish eyebrows together in confusion. "Where do you get it from?"

"Your emotions." Tristen flashed his best cocky little smile and he could see Ghost stiffen. "Your emotion's?" he mimicked amusingly. Her only reply was a deep puff from her nostrils. She lifted her right hand from her side, a translucent green ball with black free moving squiggly lines around it forming as she did so.

"Yes, your emotions," she said. "They are the most powerful things in the universe." She let her arm fall back to her side, but instead of the ball disappearing, the black spread and consumed her legs and the green, giving it a green glow. She was lifted a few feet in the air. "Just reach inside yourself..." She lifted her hand and aimed it to a tree. A black and green ray shot out of it and blasted it, making a domino effect for several trees behind; expect instead of falling, they were all blasted apart, wood chips flying everywhere. Tristen lifted his arm to protect his face, all the while pecking to still see Ghost. "Rage, hatred, cruelness, let it consume you! Aim it your enemy! Let it destroy them! Destroy them! Destroy!" She held her arms straight down as two huge blasts flowed from them, forming a huge crater hundreds, if not thousand of feet deep, the earth flying everywhere, including places that couldn't be seen. Ghost lifted several feet in the air, the black consuming all the green and flowing wildly, wind whipping dangerously. The black waves flowed more and more freely, threatening to consume an unimaginable amount of space. Tristen stared in awe at such immense power, the wind whipping around his hair and cloths and almost knocking him down. But even in all the commotion, he couldn't help but notice that the black looked to be taking on a shape, almost like a winged beast...

"You're emotions can be your greatest alley!" All of the sudden, all the movement stopped. Ghost was suspend in air, the black wrapped around her like a blanket around a child, Ghost looking like a rag doll; her limps acting as if she was dead. The black gently and slowly brought her down, tossing her around carefully, as if it had a mind of its own. Tristen saw as Ghost uneven breathing stared to smooth. She landed on the ground and stood on her feet; Tristen was surprised that she could do such a thing after how weak she looked. The black twisted around her until it was gone. She stood there, her face to the ground with Tristen just looking at her. She rolled her head to one side, then straight to face Tristen will her eyes closed.

"Or your greatest enemy."  

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~Surprise! It's from Ghost and Sar, probly third.

Tristen took one more step then stopped. He could feel this unpleasant feeling starting to bubble inside him, making him unsure of his former decision. It was just a town, why should he be afraid? Well, he wasn't so much afraid of the town as the consequent of disappearing in the town only to remerge a couple hours later to the hands of a cruel forest. But he really did need a break from Ghost constant torturing, I mean training, plus he had a completely innocence excuse. Of course, he didn't think Ghost would think going to town for a while to get something to eat a particular good reason, especially since he could just buy a loaf of bread then go back. A quest that would take all of five minutes.

Tristen took a deep breath then slowly took one step forward, followed by another, then another. He stopped in front of a stand with divinely looking ripe fruits. He picked up a perfect looking ConCo fruit and just about when his mouth became to watery to contain, a clock stranger came with a green, worn out basket and managed to catch his eye. He was thoroughly entranced with her buying two apples and some oranges before his growling stomach managed to distract him from the show. It also managed to catch the strangers and the clerk’s attention.

"Hey, you going to buy that?" asked the clerk. Tristen looked completely dumbfounded in sudden realization. He squinted his eyes, tried his best innocence smile and began starching the back of his head.

"Um... ya. Okay, here's the problem, I kinda forgot my money. But I can pay you back later! I swe-"

"Ya, forgot your money, like I don't know that trick. Put it down you thief!"

"Its okay Devon, I'll pay it," said the stranger, handing even more money to the clerk named Devon. Her voice was high and pleasing, almost like in a constant state of singing. Tristen looked at her strangely, shockingly, for once in his life, he actually had nothing to say. Instead he just stood there with his mouth half open making a complete fool of himself.

"Your stomach seems to disagree that you only need that much food, why don't you come with me and I could provide you with some lunch," she said. Tristen’s stomach growled enthusiastically in rejoices at such a thought, though Tristen himself couldn't say anything. "Come, I live in the inn."