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 Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 4:29 am
Christopher fell to the ground as Saint Dane vanished with Ilandere. Christopher jumped for the shadow but went right through it. Sitting on the floor Christopher started to cry, he had to watch one of his friends being taken away by Saint Dane, and was powerless about it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 4:10 pm
Ilandere woke up slowly, unsure of what was going on. She was hanging over someone’s shoulder as they ran along quickly to who knew where. She fought back weakly and struggled to get down.
“Don’t move.” A cold voice ordered. Ilandere knew who was carrying her.
“What? What happened?” She shouted, “Where’s Christopher and Devon? What did you do to them?!”
“Quiet.” Saint Dane ordered, “That doesn’t matter. Although I do have to congratulate you, Ilandere. You did much more than I could. Fraternizing with those fools did a great deal to help our situation – to mix them all up a bit. Our business is nearly done here. Soon we will be moving on back to Third Earth.”
Ilandere cringed silently. What had she gotten herself into? What had she gotten them all into? No matter how troubled she was, though, she couldn’t keep herself awake. Exhausted, she relaxed in her very uncomfortable position and fell asleep again.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 6:24 pm
Devon picked up Christopher gently, considering all he went through in the past few hours. "Come on, Christopher, get up. We need to go back to Third Earth and find Artemis. I think he is the only one that knows how to use this scythe to its full extent. Come on, we find Artemis, we can save Ilandere."
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 6:52 pm
Being Powerless Christopher let Devon help him to his feet. He was sore from the events that had already happened. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going frankly didn't care, he just let Devon take him wherever.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 8:28 pm
Something wasn’t right. This was along the lines of what he was thinking, though it was muddled. He just repeated the three words in his mind to keep calm. Something’s not right . . . something’s not right. Pain . . . he felt pain. That indicated one thing; but it still wasn’t right. There was one thing he had to try. Dare he do it?
Opening his eyes slowly, all he saw was darkness except for an area in a corner where a dark figure was outlined by light.
“Congratulations.” The figure mused, “Not many people can say they’ve died before. It’s not all that normal . . . but of course, neither are the circumstances. Welcome back to life . . . Themba.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:00 am
After wandering the tunnels a while, he headed back to the flume to head back to Third Earth. "I hope Devon knows what to do if they run into trouble. I hope I know what to do, considering the fact that I don't have Kafziel." He continued thinking so he didn't notice the person in front of him, and ran into him.
He was jerked off his feet by the neck and struggled to breathe. "Where is it?!" shouted the person. "Where is my scythe? And why are you leaving? I gave you a job, and I expected you to keep your word!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:03 am
Devon clamly yet quickly hurried Christopher out of the room, heading into the city. They headed toward the flume and they saw Artemis ahead, lost in his thoughts. Devon was about to call out Artemis's name, then he saw Artemis attacked. "We need to be quiet Christopher, Artemis is in trouble," he whispered.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 10:58 am
Not normal, not normal, not normal!
By this time Themba was freaking out. He was alive. How could that be? All he could remember was the pain, then seeing Ilandere, and everything faded to black. Did he die? Yes he died, of course he did. Something had happened between the moment when he died and the moment now. He could recall seeing something, someone, but it was all a blurr.
His eyes adjusted to the dim light ad he glanced around. He had no clue where he was. Slowly he was able to move but not without pain. He turned his head slightly to see someone else in the room with him. It was a girl and she was lying in the corner, sleeping. He knew who it was.
Ilandere?!
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 8:43 pm
Christopher saw Artemis being attacked. Christopher grabbed Kafziel and jumped in the fight, Christopher slashed Kafziel down at the mysterious enemy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 9:43 pm
It was quite a long time before Themba could find his voice and sit up, but things were coming back. It was almost as if he remembered how to move, but he just couldn’t move. Then after a couple of tries, after his body re-learned, he could push himself up onto his elbows. The pain was slowly going away, but in its place came fatigue. He didn’t stop though. Ilandere was right there, sleeping soundly. He could barely speak, much less call out her name. Normally she would have awakened at his movement, but she must have been very tired.
Themba got on his hands and knees and weakly pulled himself over to her. She seemed so troubled even in sleep. He brushed her hair from her closed eyes and she stirred slightly. Ilandere blinked a bit, then seeing Themba bolted upright her eyes wide. At first she backed away from him disbelievingly, and then she bent closer to him.
“Themba?” She whispered hoarsely. Still barley able to speak he smiled and put his hand on her cheek. She touched his hand and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. He returned it weakly and cradled her in his arms as she began to cry.
“Oh, Themba.” She sobbed, “Themba, you’re alive. Oh, the things I’ve done. I’m so sorry.”
Themba made an attempt at speaking and was able to get out what he wanted to say.
“Shhh.” He whispered calmly as he leaned against a wall, “It’s a-alright. Y-you’re going t-t-to be a-alright.”
Ilandere looked up to him and took his face in between her hands. “You don’t need to take care of me now.” She said gently, tears still falling down her face, “It’s you who needs to be taken care of. I’ll take care of you. Now, lie down. You need rest.”
Themba nodded tiredly and Ilandere draped his arm over her shoulder, helping him up and setting him back to where he was laying before. As soon as he was lying down again she sat next to him and held him gently in her arms. Themba held her hand never wanting to let her go again, and fell asleep.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 7:57 pm
"What the?" the shadow shouted. He yanked Kafziel out of Christopher's grip, knocked him to the ground, and was about to bring it down on his head, but Artemis cought the staff of the scythe. "Let go, Artemis. He needs to be punished for his incompetence and foolishness. Or do you want to die once again, to have your soul ripped to shreds in Hell? If you don't, then I suggest that you let go immediately."
Artemis stared to glare at the shadow, and the air dropped a couple of degrees. "Not on your fraking life, Lucifer. He was just trying to help me, but I know he failed. And so I'll give you a fraking ultimatum. Release him and stay away from me, or I'll kill you with you own scythe. Your decision. Either be felled now, or come for his soul some other time. BUt as of right now, I don't give a s**t about what you think, I need this in order to get Saint Dane. Understand?"
Lucifer nodded, and let go of the scythe. He sneered once to Christopher, then vanished.
"I'm sorry about that, Christopher. But the devil is very picky sometimes."
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 9:49 pm
Themba was slowly waking up again, yet this time he knew where he was. Someone was speaking – no, two people. A feminine and masculine voice. The girls he recognized as Ilandere’s, but not the male’s. He knew the coldness of the tone but couldn’t place it exactly. Maybe when he weren’t so scatterbrained.
“Please,” Ilandere said softly, “Why can’t we just give them a rest and take one ourselves? I can’t leave Themba the way he is. Just move on to somewhere else for now, let the trouble settle and brew for a bit. If we do that then there will be nothing left for us to do but breathe and watch the territory fall.”
“Why do you care so much for them, Ilandere?” the chilling voice said, “If we just let them go then they will not learn – they will not see that they are fighting for nothing and they will not give up. You shouldn’t care about them so much; they have done nothing for you. All that your trouble about them is going to get you is more pain. If they had cared about you then they would not have cast you out, put you aside.”
“They did not.”
“Oh really? Now look me in the eye and tell me the same thing. Tell me that they did not abandon you.”
There was silence for a few seconds then the conversation started up again.
“You see. You know what they did and you know what they deserve. Now it’s time to let them have it. And we know how to do it; we know where it hurts the most. Hit home. And this is what I plan on doing as soon as you are there to help me.”
Another brief silence then the sound of a door closing. Themba waited to hear ilandere again but soon she was sitting next to him.
“Ilandere?” he whispered blearily. She stayed quiet for a moment.
“Themba,” she began emotionlessly, “I think I’ve really messed up this time. I’ve done something terribly wrong.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 10:10 am
Christopher lying on the ground about to be killed by the scythe that was given to him by Artemis thought that people saw their life flash before their eyes right before his eye. But Christopher's didn't but he did see Artemis stop the scythe. Christopher wasn't really sure what had happened but he knew he was alive, at least just for now.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 1:34 pm
Themba listened to Ilandere disbelievingly when he told her about everything that had happened. They had lost more comrades as it would seem, perishing to the will of Saint Dane. But they also lost someone else – yet this person was still among the living. Ilandere had given up, surrendered to the continual abuse she was suffering and turning from her fellow Travelers.
He remained quiet long after she finished – there was nothing really to say. He wanted to tell her so much though. He was disappointed to say the least. Disappointed that Ilandere would turn, disappointed that she would have a reason to.
“Was it what you wanted?” he asked finally. She turned and gave him a questioning look. “Did you really want to . . . take a step in a different direction?”
Ilandere shrugged and held her arms in uncertainty, “I don’t know. It all seemed to make sense. I don’t know what it is that made me do it. I expect he would have killed me right then and there had I rejected him again. I’m guessing that might have been part of the reason, but I’m not entirely sure. I’m not sure of anything anymore.”
“Does anybody know?”
“Only three of them, but I have no idea what happened to them. For all I know they could have already gone to Third Earth and told everyone else.” Ilandere’s stomach twisted in nervousness, “They could all already know.”
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 6:36 am
"Ar-Artem-mis was that, that the devil I just attacked, so th-that scythe is his"
Christopher said while standing up. "Because if it was.....I will faint."
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