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When The Bell's Tolling

Arien is a girl, simple enough. She was born in a house but her family's money was lost and all she remembers is living in the streets with her parents. All was well enough for the homeless family until one night two muggers shot and killed her parents At the age of 10 the girl was stolen by the muggers who sold her in to servitude and prostitution, as well as using her for their perverted needs. It seems to be fate when she is sold to a magician to be an apprentice, and it seems to be dumb luck when Arien secretly progresses in the Art of Witchcraft far beyond her Master's level.

Soon enough she butchers her Master, and sets flight to becomes the Queen of a kingdom of evil Magicians. When she gains her throne she mutilates people for sheer joy, but what will become of this new goddess of death? Will she become the one that slits the throat of the human society...
... or perhaps something entirely different will happen.



The old man was strange. And I hated him right off. I felt a wave of hate hit me as strong as the hate I felt when Dirty and ****** raped me. No, he did not get so far, but I saw through his intentions. And for that, I hated him.
But because I threw off my act he was now my new master.
Master Oak, named for his strength, his everlasting presence, his determination, confidence, and his ability to overshadow those below him. My anger licked the ides of my charred heart at the thought of this pervert being my master, but I knew that he didn’t have me here to rape me. He did not have me here to be his maid. He wanted me for something else. O could tell from that moment when he glanced at me. He has something else in mind. And even though I hated him with almost every part of my being, my curiosity still questioned his motives.
“Okay. We both know that you and I aren’t stupid, so cut the s**t and tell me what you want with me,” I demanded.
He smiled with arrogance as he said, “Cute, but I’m your Master.” As soon as he finished saying that simple sentence, he turned his back on me, mumbled, and my chest exploded in pain.
My eyes burned with fire and hate as I glared at him with surprise.
He’s a wizard! Quickly I knew what it was he wanted from me, but I was so surprised at the moment that my chance for revenge had fallen so easily and gently in my hands that I couldn’t think straight.
“That’s right,” He said. “I’m a wizard. I’m getting old, and I have no heir, and as you’ve figured already I’ve chosen you to carry on my knowledge.”
I tried as hard as I could. I almost couldn’t keep my face straight. I wanted to bust out laughing at the irony. Here the assholes that ruined my life had just given me the power to make their lives a living hell.
“Tonight you will accompany me to diner. You will take a bath, and get dressed. The maids will know where to get everything you need. They will help you, and unless you want me to attack you with another spell again, you will listen to their every word.”
I felt rage build up inside of me of the thought of letting scullery maids being my masters, but no matter. I can over power them easily.
The twitchy and fluttery maid peeked around the corner at us, and at the sight of me she squeaked and jumped back.
“Amelia,” Master Oak called sternly, “Take this young lady up to the bathing room. Prepare her for supper. She will accompany me in the finest clothes you can buy at Le Julienne. She needs to be ready in four hours.” And at that he turned his back and left the room soundlessly.
I turned my head and fixed my gaze on Amelia. At the second my hard eyes focused on her, she jumped and squeaked and stuttered. “I- I- I’ll go g-get J-Josephine!” She then jumped almost out of her shoes and rushed to find the other maid. And as soon as the other maid came in, I saw why.
Josephine was probably the Head Maid. She was a little portly with her sleeves rolled up and her slightly fayed bun ontop of her head. She stood up straight and puffed up her chest in a show of arrogance. She thinks she can break me. I felt offended and glared at her from across the room, and as she returned the welcome.
“You must be the Master’s Heir,” she said with a slight British accent. “Humph. Didn’t think he’d stink so low, I didn’t. Dunno what he thought, choosing a little evil brat like you to take his place ‘n all.”
“Evil?” I hissed, “You have yet to know my evil.”
“You’re like a little terrier, you are. Think you’re all that, but all you are is a little ankle biter. Couldn’t hurt a fly if you tried it.” I felt an urge to accept her challenge, but I knew that it would be a costly mistake. To fight her would surely involve punishment from Oak and possibly the loss of my prevalent position. I need not waste time on her… yet.

Josephine led me up the stairs as Amelia nervously followed me from behind. The large staircase was wide enough for five people to walk up shoulder to shoulder with a bit of elbow room, and tall enough to climb five stories in a corkscrew motion. Its thick railing was made of (not surprisingly) oak, and a deep rich red carpet seemed to endlessly cover each step.
When we got on the third floor we stepped off the staircase on to a lovely dark magenta carpet covered in a gold diamond pattern, and in each diamond was an exotic flower. The walls were covered in strange wallpaper with deep magenta exotic flowers all across it. The ceiling had a deep richly colored wood above the hallway giant gold chandeliers with dangling diamonds were hung fifteen feet above our heads.
The beauty was awe inspiring, but my cold heart would not gape at such meaningless worldly possessions. My purpose now was to quickly map out the place in my head, and learn all I needed to know about this place, its servants, and its Master.
My Master.
I felt my muscles shudder at the thought of a Master, but I knew that resilience will not give me the power I need. I would need to be docile if I wanted to get what I wanted. I’d just make them believe I was being broken, and over the course of a few months they would believe that I was becoming the girl they were molding me into, and then I’d strike.
I smiled menacingly at the thought. All I’d have to do now it control my temper.
We stopped walking at the end of the hall, where double doors greeted me and my maids. The doors opened and my eyes ached at the bright light that streamed out of the large room. I stepped onto the tiled floor, and saw the bath tub. Well, if you could call it that. It was more like a small pool. It wasn’t very deep, but fairly large. It was covered in a foot of sweet smelling bubbles and the water was probably filled with expensive oils. And in a minute I took off my clothes and stepped into the warm water. I felt the warmth seep into my skin and I felt my muscles tempt me to relax, but my mind was molded to never loose my posture. And so I sunk down into the water as hardened as I had came.

Wow! You have a wonderful talent to write!

The Four

I'm Emerald. I'm the third born of four children
Ruby, the second of four.
I'm Topaz, the eldest of us.
My name is Canary I am the fourth born in an Elven Family.
We are elves, but we are different from most.
We were born and each given these gem... thingies.
Yea, we're destined to do something or another.
We were granted life by an enchantress who gave our parents four gems that were stolen from a mad sorcerer.
The gems were bestowed to us but they have stunted our lives to make us live in an un-Elf like manner. We are more like humans then Elves.
After several years fate or something decides to come and ruin our lives. Apparently it doesn't matter if we want selfish things like, oh I don't know, parents, a home, and the ability to chose how to live our lives.
Without warning we're sucked into a battle with an evil king who created the gems we possess. I don't know what we're supposed to do.
The purpose of our lives has been set into motion. We cross mountains deserts cities and oceans to defeat the greater evil that we were born to oppose.
I am Emerald, the thinker. I know many things, but I tend not to finish many thoughts.
Emerald never finishes anything. I wouldn't trust him with my brush. He'd take it apart and leave it that way. He thinks he knows everything.
I don't really think about emerald. he does whatever he wants. Yea, he helps out sometimes but I don't really care.
Emerald is smart but foolish. He never takes anything with the amount of seriousness that should be considered in the situation.
I am Ruby, the...Brat? Or the honest one? I'm the only one that takes anything seriously despite whatever anyone else thinks.
Ruby never cares about what anyone thinks or feels, but she tends to be right even when we don't want to admit it.
Ruby is a brat. Her royal highness believes that the worlds revolve around solely her.
Ruby is heart broken and stubborn. She tries to hide hurt with her blunt honesty. She has no concern of those around her and fails to fully negotiate the current situation.
I'm Topaz. I'm the Leader cause I'm the oldest.
Topaz tries to lead but he just doesn't seem to have the qualities that a good leader has.
Topaz couldn't lead a fish to swim. Topaz is lazy, selfish, and unconcerned about anything other than putting me down. He lives to prove he's better than me.
Topaz is scared of leading. He doesn't have the courage or confidence but keeps the title because he is the first born of us and feels it is his birthright.
I'm Canary, I am emotionless and critical.
Canary seems... very quiet. She is the wisest of all of us but she seems to have no soul.
Canary is a walking yellow emotionless pit of a girl.
Canary can scare me the way she is so critical and empty. I mean she helps out a lot but staring at her is like staring a a statue. If she moves you almost want to jump from surprise.

It is our destiny to save the world
no matter what we want it is what fate has decided for us
If we fight hard we should make it.
Ha! Like to see that happen.
I give it a week.

continue xp

Cool! I like your books better than mine. Mine are now less of a "Eh" adn more of a "Blech". razz

Dude......you're kidding.....right? Right? Right? *pokes rapidly* Right???

I can't deside which story I like better crying