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 Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 5:52 am
Dear diary,
God, I can't believe what I did. Even now, I'm shaking as I write this. Even Flash is ignoring me. Even Mom. She gave me a horrified, disappointed look.
I made her cry.
I made Alora cry.
My little sister.
I don't know what came over me. Even I'm upset with myself. It's taken me every strength in my body to not shout out loud, to hurl fireball after fireball. I don't want to worry them anymore. I don't want mom to come in and yell at me. She would have, but Alora would cry more if she did. She knows that.
I know that.
It's all my fault. I just...wasn't in a good mood. I've been obsessing over...stuff, being paranoid. And keeping it all bottled up inside. And when Alora came to ask me if I was okay, I let it all out. I yelled at her. All those pent up emotions let out...and it felt awful. Her face fell immediately, but she didn't cry. Yet.
I heard her in her room. Crying. Mother was talking to Lyll about going in to comfort her, but Alora would never want us to see her cry.
I don't know what to do.
-Mere
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 5:57 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 6:00 am
Dear diary,
Just now Kaylee came in and told me I was an idiot.
I can't argue with her, I am.
So I decided to swallow back my pride and apologise. I told Alora I was sorry. I didn't mean to be mean.
She smiled and said it was alright. And hugged me.
Seeing her smile, it's so...beautiful. It lights up her face and makes you feel happy as well. When I hugged her back, I vowed that I would never do such a stupid thing again.
And that anyone that tries to bully her would have to come by me. I don't want to see her cry anymore.
-Mere
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 6:05 am
Dear diary,
What the HELL is happening to me. What the hell.
It's not my fault I've learned to swear anyway; Yourie let out a few choice words when we were arguing over breakfast. Aunt Lyll shushed her, but the damage was done. Oh well, I've learned something.
But dammit, what is wrong?
I was fine with the wings and the tail; I can make them disappear if I want to. But this...I can't. It's different. It's growing on me!
Scales.
I have scales on my cheek, my hands. And they glow weirdly sometimes.
"It's like a dragon." Alora said.
A dragon.
She's right you know.
What if...I'm turning into one? I was somewhat one when I was a illusion and all wispy. What if I'm turning into a dragon, and will burn everything down and eat everyone up?
Ah hell. It's weird when your sister is going to get a dragon of her own.
I wonder how the dragon is like. She says it's bronze, but I wonder.
She's going to go research on dragons and I'm gonna go with her. I need to know more about the different species of dragons.
What am I?
-Mere
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 6:06 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 4:10 am
Dear diary,
Books are BORING. I don't know how Alora can put herself to reading them and focus her attention on the words and every single page. How does she do it?
She loves reading, so I've never questioned her though.
We went to the library today and found a whole lot of books on dragons. I convinced her to take those that describe them in general besides those about bronze dragons. I need to know.
I don't think she suspects anything. She's too gullible and sweet.
Ugh, I flipped through a little and I couldn't stand it anymore. She still could write down notes while I lazed about. Stupid librarian didn't like me whistling.
One of Alora's friends (Well, fellow D-Corper, according to her) joined us with a dragon. It looks nothing like me, thank goodness.
-Mere
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 4:11 am
Dear Diary,
I know it’s been long since I’ve written in here, but I’ve been busy looking for a job. So far, I’ve got one as a cashier at the supermarket. I see lots of Gaian people about, and some with their children. Which makes me feel guilty about leaving Alora, Mere and the three babies at home with Lyll and Kaylee. I really wish I could spend more time with them, but things have been going downhill since the Krystal Latice thing happened. I really do miss that place badly. Even though I’ve seen Fauste, I wonder how Zachs and Liz are. I really hope they’re doing okay though.
Back to the kids. Alora’s went to see her dragon egg; I finally got some time out to go with to D-Corp with her. She’s quite thrilled about it; Mere just informed me that he accompanied her to the library to do research on dragons. He’s worried about his scales; he thinks he’s turning into a dragon! I assured him that none of the sort will happen, and he went to sleep. It’s quite late though, I wonder if he stayed up just to tell me this. Or has he been always up this late? I don’t know.
But maybe I don’t know anymore, for a lot of things. Today, I saw this couple in the supermarket, and they looked so in love with each other. And then I remembered what Mereneth had asked me, “Why don’t we have a dad?” And it strikes me.
I haven’t been thinking about him, diary. But now I remember him and I realize something. He’s gone from my heart. Just disappeared. It’s like an empty hole in my heart; I have no one special to put it there anymore.
So Richard is history. But he was my best friend, and I wonder where he is in Gaia and how he has been doing. Just on the account that we were friends.
Yes, were. I don’t feel close to him any longer. It’s confusing but I get it. My heart’s finally given up on him. Kaylee says I can get a new guy with I want.
I don’t think I’m ready yet though. Only if “Mr Right” suddenly pops up in front of me; I mean, you can’t stop love when it comes right?
But I’m not gonna go look specifically for it. My heart’s had enough.
For now, it’s just the kids, Lyll, Kaylee and me.
<3 Mel
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 6:17 am
A new...mother?
“We’re having a visitor.” Melody informed the family, carrying her bowl of cereal and milk carefully over to the dining table.
The Illusionary boy stared up at his mother with a cocked eyebrow. “Visitor?” He queried, shoveling a spoon of cereal into his mouth with loud chomps. Well, that was Mereneth for you.
Alora’s eyes barely looked up from her book as she turned the page, feathers ruffling softly as a wind blew in the open window. The girl was curious about this guest, admittedly, but she was too engrossed in the plot. It was getting too interesting for her.
The red-haired mage flipped her hair over her shoulder and glanced at Lyllana warily. The housekeeper nodded back grimly. It was time to tell them.
Only Mereneth noticed these gestures between them. “Whaaatt?” He demanded. He didn’t like things being kept from him, secrets got on his nerves. And when something got on his nerves…He could almost feel the fire burning up in his hand.
Melody noticed this and frowned slightly. She had been trying to get him to get his emotions under control; his powers could go haywire. “There’s something you both need to know.”
Now, even Alora had looked up from her book, putting her bookmark in between the pages. She could hear the seriousness in her mother’s voice. Even she was getting a little worried. ‘What’s going on?’ She wondered, biting her lips nervously.
“I need to go back.” Blue eyes held worry. “My world is under attack by Marcell, my twin brother. So…my cousin is coming to help me take care of you guys.”
There was silence at first as they digested this information. Then…
“WHAT?!” Mereneth stood up, eyes blazing, knocking his chair down with a large thud as he flew up, leathery wings flapping in the air. Alora merely froze in her seat, eyes widening with fear. Not only from the information, but also from her brother’s reaction. Heat was radiating from his hands as fire burst from his palms and circled into blazing balls. When she had managed to gain her voice back, Alora whispered. “Bro…”
Melody looked remorseful, terrible guilt sinking down on her heart. “I’m sorry. But it was inevitable. And I have to go.” She rose up from the table and stared at Mereneth angrily. The boy blinked and then sighed, floating down as the fire disappeared.
“It’s time.” Lyallana spoke. At this, Kaylee flew in and landed on the table.
“The portal’s about to open. Hurry!”
The fire mage nodded and ran beside the phoenix. With a nod towards his sister, the two flew after their mother.
“The portal’s been in your room all this time?” Mereneth gave an incredulous snort, orange eyes sweeping across the room. “And we never noticed it?”
“It’s hidden.” Melody hoisted her luggage up and grinned. “You think I would want to risk anyone disappearing?”
She looked over at both of them tenderly. The both of them had seemed to finally accept that she was leaving. With a sigh, the young woman pulled them both into a hug, stroking their hair. Alora buried her face into her mother’s chest silently, while Mereneth didn’t fidget, for once. “Kaylee will still be here.” She reassured.
“Aww. And I thought we would get something good out of this!” He gave a fake pout and the phoenix looked at him scathingly.
“Hey. I don’t want to be a babysitter either.” Kaylee shot back, and everyone burst out laughing. Just then, Alora stirred and pointed to the long mirror standing near Melody’s bed. “Look!” The dove stared in wonder as a small swirling dot appeared in the middle of the glass, then got bigger.
“Now, that, took a hell of a time.” A teen stepped through the portal and flashed Melody a grin. “Hey cuz, good luck with that idiot.” The girl had long dark brown hair tied back in a braid and wore a purple tied top over a black tube, completed with denim shorts and a scarf tied around her waist.
“Let me introduce you guys to Louise…”
“Uh uh uh.” The girl wagged her finger at Melody. “Yourie. No more Louiseanna.”
The fire mage nodded. “Yourie. I trust you know Lyll. This is Mereneth and Alora.” She gestured to the both of them. Alora nodded with a tentative smile, while Mereneth merely smirked.
“Mom, you’re hiring a babysitter? She doesn’t look old enough to be responsible.”
Yourie’s mouth dropped open, and she placed a hand on her hip. “Excuse me? How old do you think you are, you little brat? I’m TWENTY ONE!”
Mereneth glared at her, but Alora put a restraining hand on him. The boy pushed her hand and marched up to Yourie. “I’m NOT a little brat.” His speech was laced with fury. He wasn’t small.
Yourie opened her mouth, and she would have given him a snide reply, if not for Melody clearing her throat, breaking up the tension between the two.
“That’s enough. All of you get along now.”
The teenager forced a smile on her face. “You go, cuz. I can handle things here.”
Melody nodded, and then hesitated with a leg through the portal. “Behave yourselves. Especially you.” She stared at Mereneth, who rolled his eyes.
After Melody disappeared, Yourie whirled around to pin Mereneth with a glare. “Now listen here…” She began.
“No, YOU listen.” Mereneth pulled his fist back in a threatening manner. “I’m not taking orders from a…OOF!” Some sort of invisible force had slammed him backwards into the wall and Yourie tilted her head with a smile.
“You were saying?”
“What…you…?”
“You’re a telekinetic?” Alora burst out, and Mereneth looked at her quizzically. “I’ve…read about it.” She whispered, wings curling around her protectively, making her seem smaller.
“Yup.” Yourie grinned. “I can use my mind power to induce motion. And I’m telepathic as well. So don’t mess with me, brat.” She shot at Mereneth and the force vanished and he slumped down to the floor, glaring at the girl as she strutted out of the room.
“Bro…” Alora scuttled to where he lay with a worried frown. “She isn’t that bad…really…”
The boy’s face hardened, not listening to what she was saying.
“This means war.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 5:32 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 5:33 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:13 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:14 am
Part I: Remembrance of the Flame
Blank
Everything is blank, so white, so empty.
Like nothingness.
Nothing except him.
The boy struggles up, holding his throbbing head. It’s as if it’s pulsing along with his heartbeat and irked, he lets himself fall backwards, eyes squeezed shut.
“Where...where am I?” He croaks, trying to recall what has happened. The cats, the bins, the woman, no fire....wait.
No fire. His eyes snap right open, orange orbs wide with shock and he jerks up. He brings his palms in front of his eyes and frown. Was that right? No...fire? No warmth? Taking a deep breath, he concentrates, inhaling and almost choking on the cold air his lungs take in. Let it work, let it work, let it work...
He feels no burst of heat, no jolt of energy surging from his fingers and he gulps, staring at his bare hands. Nothing.
A sudden realization hits him and he stands up, curling his tail around so he can look at it. The tip is bare, no flame, not even a spark.
Nothing.
“What is going on?” He asks. There is nobody to answer the question, and yet he looks desperately around for an answer. What is happening, why is he here, why are his powers not working!
It is cold, it is so cold. He hugs himself, shivering and taking a step forward. Might as well try to get out of here...
He stops as a wall of fire bursts from the floor, just a few inches away from him. He doesn’t walk away; he relishes the warmth and breathes in with a smile. It’s only until he realizes he is completely surrounded by the blaze that he starts to feel nervous, to feel disconcerted.
At least it’s better than the cold.
As soon as that thought crosses his mind, a sudden roar blasts, and he immediately cups his palms over his ears. Surprisingly, he isn’t scared. There is no sudden leap in his pulse rate; he merely looks up to see what has caused the noise.
Better yet, or who.
“...you.” He speaks. He feels like he knows it; yet he doesn’t. He does not recall ever meeting it at all, not when he was an illusion and hovering about vaguely in this world, not when he’s a little kid, no. He can’t remember, yet he knows it. It is so familiar.
It smiles.
“Wha...” He starts to ask, but it silences him.
You have been brought here.
He hears nothing, yet it just...talked to him! It’s voice, in his head, how, it’s an it, not like her! Can it read his thoughts too? He frowns and tries to keep his mind blank. “And why? I need to go back, I...”
Do not ask so many questions, Pyrros.
“Okay, now you’ve gotten the wrong person.” He narrows his eyes. “My family will be worried about me...please.”
Pyrros. It repeats. Son of one of the Almighty ones. There is sarcasm in its voice (thoughts? Unvoice? It is not speaking after all) and he feels a jolt of slight anger mixed with sadness, but he doesn’t know why. “What Almighty one?”
One of them. It answers, and he opens his mouth to ask more but is shushed. That is not important now.
“I would think it’s pretty darned important, considering I’m in a strange place and.” He pauses, shooting it a glare. “And I seem to know you, though I know I have never met you before, and to sum it all up, you call me by a different name, and claim I have parents!” He throws up his hands in aggravation. “Please say this is a dream.” Yeah, that was right. He was dreaming, hallucinating.
He pinches himself. “Ow!”
It raises an eyebrow. I should have told you not to do that.
“Alright apparently I’m not dreaming, or pinching yourself, contrary to most beliefs, does not help you to wake up!”
Focus.
“On what?”
It laughs. Patience, Pyrros. There it went again, with that name. It was starting to infuriate him, get on his nerves, and he paced up and down, a frown on his face.
“Fine.” He says at last, after a few deep breaths, making his voice sound tolerant.I’m trying my hardest to be patient, dammit! “Let’s cut to the chase then.”
You really don’t remember, do you, Pyrros?
“Remember what?”
It sighs, chest heaving. Realization shoots through him and he tilts his head backwards to stare up at the creature. It was big. Really...really big. And those...wings! He glances at his own and jumps slightly, shocked to see a resemblance. And the tail...save for the flame was identical to his too!
“Who are you?” He asks, shifting uneasily.
I was much smaller when I met you. Don’t you remember?
He shakes his head. Remember? Remember what? What was there to remember? He had all his memories, from when he was with Lavi, from when he was abandoned and alone, from he met his mother, from when his sister arrived... So many memories.
Was there more to remember? How could that be?
He edges backwards, and is startled to feel something...a strange sensation on his back. It’s hot, blazing and it...burns.
It burns!
He jumps away in shock. For the first time in his life, the fire was making him jittery, scared, confused. It seemed to be angry at him; the flames lunge at him and he screams.
Flash.
He sees a room full of fire. He feels himself choking, everything is hot, so hot that he can’t bear it. Everything before him is just flames, surrounding him, enveloping him. A sudden movement catches his eye, a flurry and it is gone. What is it, he wonders and reaches out a hand to touch it, to call to it, but he falls.
Flash.
He blinks again. “What was that...” He raises his head to look up at it, and it opens its mouth and breathes onto him. The fire encloses him in its scorching, blistering heat and he screams.
The dragon disappears, everything disappears. 1007 words
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:15 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:16 am
Dear diary,
It's been a while since I wrote.
A lot of things have happened. Being back in Elementia should be a happy thing, but no, I'm back for a serious matter. Marcell is creating so much trouble here with his shadow minions. How he got such power, I still don't know.
The war is raging on, and we're doing okay. I'm so tired, but I have to hold up. Everyone else is counting on me to do so.
That and he's my twin. My brother. If anyone's going to stop him, it's me. It is partially my fault he is this way.
I miss Alora and Mereneth so. Yourie is with them; partially cause she can't join the war (she hasn't fully controlled her powers, so it could be dangerous for her to be around so many) and I need someone to take care of them.
She might seem a little immature and all, and Mereneth might dislike her, but she seems to be doing fine.
Contacting her isn't easy, it needs so much concentration and energy from both sides. I didn't want to bother her once things got worse, when the shadow minions attacked one of our camps and they were caught unawares. There was a lot of stuff to do.
But she contacted me. I was surprised to see the crystal ball glowing.
When I saw her face, I was shocked. I expected to see weariness, yes, but not that sad, horrified, quiet look. She asked me how the war was, how her parents were, how I was, would I be coming back soon?
I asked her if everything was fine and she said yes.
I still can't shake off this ominous feeling though.
-Mel
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:18 am
Dear diary,
what the ******** was I thinking.
I don't know, I've just been so stressed, so worried. I needed someone to talk to and damn it if I'm going to let the old woman listen to me complaining. She'd probably go on and on about being strong for the kids, and being mature, blahblahblah.
So I contacted Mel.
I know it's in the middle of the war; but she hasn't contacted me for a while, and I was a tad bit worried.
That and Mereneth is missing, that fool and Alora is now sick, and apparently not doing well. Ugh, I hate to admit it, but I've grown kinda fond of them. Kids will be kids after all. The little girl was still worried about her brother even when she was in the hospital.
I don't know what I was thinking contacting Melody though. She had this suspicious look on her face, and of course I had to lie.
I just couldn't bear to be the bearer of bad news. Goodness, she is leading a war! She looks haggard. I had to say they were both fine, I was getting on better with fire boy, which is kind of true.
Hell.
He'd better come back, that idiot.
All I did was to ask him to check if the cats were making a din at the rubbish cans. And then, he and his kitten goes missing.
And the others keep asking me everyday, where is he, did I throw him out, was I mean to him? NO.
I don't know why the hell he's missing, but he's got a darn lot of explanation to do when he returns.
-Yourie
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