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[katomorakwarrior]

I get emotional very easily. I've broken the spines of many books in my lifetime - Illiad, Janice Meredith, Betty Pembrook, Old Curiosity Shop.
So, (I'm not throwing the computer obviously but . . .), guess who just got put in the same category as classics?
I'm not sure why I dislike Falon for hating whatshername. I guess its because I believe in keeping one's mouth shut. She should try to be more understanding. I'd say sorry and leave.
(Sorry. I'm a pathetic victim of the digression disorder. The main idea is that I managed to get nearly as emotional about your story as I do about the works of Homer, Dickens, etc. As a side-point, I also threw, and therefore put you in the same category as Beverly Gray.)

[*ajayred*]

personaly, i love falon as well as hate her, as she is my character and i put so much thought in her. and i think you mean Laurel XD. but i have to agree with you on her actions being disliked. but if you put yourself in her shoes, and felt what she has, you could understand them better. also, who, and why? im curious ^_^

[katomorakwarrior]

You're talking about Beverly? Yeah, Clair Blank wrote a girls' series in the late thirties about a college and career girl named Beverly Gray. Your styles are similar but I just can't put my finger on what way.
And about Falon. Don't get me wrong. I don't criticize her unjustly. I've thought about her position. Though I couldn't honestly say (with absolute certainty) what I'd do in her situation, I'm pretty sure I'd cut the talking and just sulk, cry, and eventually run away and become a hermit. I'm not saying I wouldn't have thought about hating Laurel. I'd just sulk.
But she's not me.
So, what I'm doing is just criticizing her personal character not your style. In other words, you're doing a good job of making her individual and believable. You're making her character believable, hate-able, lovable, and understandable.

[*ajayred*]

, well that is interesting, thank you very munch, i have wanted to make such characters. and i would proby vent my anger,but it wouldn't be at Lara, then id sulk.

[Moonblaze-Angel]

This is epicals. I mean, like, perfect. I love the plot, the names, the details, everything. I'm just waiting to see what those trees have to do with the plot. They must, or you wouldn't have mentioned them so many times. That or I'm crazy. XD

[*ajayred*]

It does indeed have something to do with the story, or more so the forest of sanguis. fun fact,sanguis is Latin for blood, hence the blood red leaves.and thank you so much for your comment! feel free to tell your friends, and maybe send in some suggestions for humor in PM, that is the only thing i am having trouble thinking up right now.., XD

[*ajayred*]

new chap soon!

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“Avery!” I screamed as he swung me around in the air like a mere child.

I scanned the swirling mess of greens and browns for a hold to stop; I looked up, barley making out the twisted form of the open cave top.

“I told you, I am not sad anymore! Put me down I’m not your kid sibling!” He only laughed and continued; I gripped his shoulders and dug in my short chewed nails.

“last…chance..” I grumbled and when he didn’t comply I gripped his hair and tugged, he came to halting stop, nearly tumbling over with me in his arms.
I kicked myself out of his arms and stumbled to the nearest hold, which happened to be none other than Ida, who glared at me, I quickly took my hands off her waist and shoulder and stumbled back and decided to simply sit and let the world stop spinning.

“I swear, Ida I wasn’t, it isn’t that I-“ I stumbled over my words, had I been a girl it would have been easily explained, for all I know she thought I was just some curious boy getting handsy.
I turned and shot a glare to Avery who was now laying on his back and rubbing the side of his head where a chunk of hair may or may not have been ripped out. I stood, now able to keep myself steady and glared him down hard, furious. I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words that didn’t sound like a furious woman who was just manhandled. I let out a deep sigh and squatted down next to him, flicking him hard in the forehead.

“You miscreant. “ I gave a half annoyed smile, holding my pointer finger behind my thumb, holding it back.

“Miscreant? Isn’t that a fancy way of saying hoodlum?” Avery asked slapping my hand away before I could flick him again, and then poked my nose.

“yes, yes it is, don’t you do that again.” I growled through clenched teeth, glowering.

“Why, it was funny. You screamed like a girl.” At smirked and laughed, at this I rolled my eyes and stood. “we could probably throw a dress on you and sneak you into the castle as a maid” he joked lightly and chuckled.

I let out an exasperated sigh and walked away and shied passed the grim Ida with an arched brow as she stared at me, she was about my height, but managed to make herself seem massive. She pushed her wavy black hair over one shoulder and crossed her arms; a scowl always seemed plastered on her face. It was starting to annoy me, what reason did she have to be this bitter? I stopped and walked back up to her and smiled.

“hello,” I said smiling, to which she turned away.

“hi “ was her short curt answer. I clenched my teeth and held out my hand.

“well, no use in asking for your name, but I’m Laurence." I made my smile relax, oh she was irritating.

“hmm.” She answers, eyeing my hand as if it was covered in animal dung and was trying not to be disgusted.

“well, it might be rude, but how old are you, you seem pretty mature.” I asked, clenching my teeth. She couldn’t get rid of me that easy. “Since I’m going to be here a while, I think we should at least be acquaintances…” I added.

“Think that you want.” She turned away from me again, staring at anything but me. Making me wonder if it was me or men in general she disliked, even though I’m girl, but it isn’t like she knew that. She took a side step away from me.

I exhaled deeply and looked to Avery as he was approaching. ‘Is it me, or my gender she dislikes, or is the like this with everyone?’ I mouthed with furrowed brows, not really caring if the person in question saw. They both shrugged and turned and walked away. I glanced at Ida, deciding I would befriend her one way or another. Without a word she walked away and I followed her lead and walked the opposite way, mindlessly walking around the dull tents and jumping over barrels to entertain myself. At least until my red cloak caught on a ragged crate which flew forward into my legs. I stumbled around as it got tangled in my cloak and legs. I let out a strangled yelp and fell into a nearby tent; the sound of ripping cloth and pain was the first welcome, smack in the face was the second.

“Creep, Scoundrel!” a woman screeched as I crawled out of the tent, ripping a cloth away from my eyes hoping it was just a nightgown, just in time to trip over my own feet, falling face first into the center pond.

I walked into Anya’s medical tent scowling, dripping wet. My feet made a Squish every step I took, my clothes clung to me, and so I had wrapped myself in my sopping cloak. I held up my cut hand to Anya and turned, flipped my wet cloak out of the way and pulled up my shirt to show a slash from the left side of my hip and to my armpit, tearing all but the stretchy bindings. I glanced back at her; she simply pointed to a cot and turned to a chest opposite of it.

“Alright, explain.” She said with a chuckle, rummaging though the chest she pulled out a jar of liquid and floating green chunks.

“Well, I tripped, fell through a tent, and fell into the pond. . . I think it was a crate in the tent that got my side, and a rock in the pond that got my hand.” I said glancing at the tent flaps and leaning over, tying them closed and turning my back to the exit.

“Well you say that, but it sounds like you did something stupid and didn’t pay attention.” She said and pulled out a rag and bandage. “hand first.”

I held out my injured hand and watched her as she placed the rag to the jar and tipped twice and put the jar down. It remained silent as she wrapped my hand and lifted me shirt to look at my slash, all she did was smear something green and fresh smelling on it and wrapped a bandaged twice around my torso before turning back to her herb separating. A smile formed on my lips watching her, she was someone I could rely on, even just a little. It was something I was grateful for, I could speak to her about troubles, and she would smile and nod, adding advice even if I didn’t want it.

“You’re a good Friend, Anya.” I said, and watched as a smile graced her thin lips. I turned and untied the tent flaps and stepped out.

I avoided Falon’s tent for two days, like it was a plague filled mass of hate. Which sometimes I think it was. But I had to talk to her, soon. I strode over to her tent, pausing only once I reached it. My throat went dry and my pulse accelerated as I opened the tent to see Falon staring at herself in a bowl of water, touching the side of her head , touching a fuzzy spot. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, held it and let it out slow.

“Falon… can I come in?” I asked gently, holding open the tent flap.

“They really did quite a deal to my hair…” She said almost humorously, stroking her hair.

“It will grow back.” I said using that as an invitation.
Falon slowly looked at me and put the bowl down, her lips in a tight line. She must have expected me to be someone else, and not her friend who left her behind. I squat down barely inside the tent and take in a deep, slow breath, trying to calm the heart pounding in my chest like a caged jack rabbit.

“I am sure it will. But the scars will forever be engraved into my scull.” She said as if talking about a stain on her dress as she traced a white bumpy scar on her head need a fuzz patch.

I am at a loss for words, I don’t want to speak and be sent out, or stay silent and be sent out with no words to be spoken. just as I’m about to let loose a sting of apologies, she turns her knees to face me and she leans forward, taking my hands ever-so-gently in her frail hands.

“I have been thinking Lara…” She said in her well know don’t-hate-me-it-is-for-the-better tone and eyes to match. Her hands tighten around my, it might not have hurt if her nails weren’t so long.

I couldn’t bring myself to pull my hands free as her nails dug in, just short of drawing blood, I’m sure. Her eye bore into mine with a flicker of contempt barley hidden in her hazel orbs. She smiled tightly, but she was holding in something, something I wasn’t able to make out.
“I want you to come home. Lara…before you say no …I want you to hear the reason why-“she took in a shaky breath and I could see she was near tears, her grip loosened on my hands a bit and she started. She told me of the Weather’s rage, His son Audrey even having the audacity to look for me. How my father went numb to the world and locked himself away in his room. How Arnold fell ill and Dezil was drafted into the navy, Dell was sent with him. The house of Dollards was thrown into a tizzy, as they were found without penniless” She stopped to see if I understood. I did.
“Then the King outlawed the color red, every sanguis tree with in the kingdom of Cymatilus was burned. Every red flower tore from the ground, every red cloth was ether torn, burned or dyed.” Her voice cracked.

“And then?” I ventured gently.

“Then, The Kings brother came to our door, he asked and I told him where you might be, hoping it would bring you back safe . . . The king then sent Knights and soldiers out to look for a girl with blue eyes, and golden hair . . . For some reason they didn’t ask your family a single question…but they took me out of my home.” She paused and inhaled deeply rubbing her eyes and clenching her teeth.

“oh…Falon..” I felt my throat go dry, my eyes begin to burn.

“They beat me and cut my hair and beat me again when I told them I didn’t know where you would be…They threatened to tie my parents to the stake and I still had no honest answer to give, they threatened to throw my brother to the front lines are the upcoming war, Still no words could escape my lips. I watched them get dragged away as they took me the other way, toward the castle. I met the king, Lara; he looked grand, handsome even, but with cruel eyes. “ a few tears slipped from the corner of her eyes.
I wasn’t sure if I should press on, given I did need this information, it felt wrong having her say all this at once.

“He slapped me once and said I was a disgrace to this kingdom, and it was your entire fault…why would he say that Lara?” she said turning a question look my eye, I was speechless and she continued.

“He left his guards to interrogating me. After the fourth flogging I started spouting lies of where you might be, who you might be with, why you left.” Her voice was growing heavy and hard.

“Falon…I’m sorry this happened.” I didn’t know what to say, the words fell from my mouth like stones.

“Every now and then the king would come in and tell me what he knew about you and your family.” She furrowed her brows and frowned. “None of it made sense… You are born cymatilain, but with the hair of a Rulitian…you are, are just a spy, just here to bring down the kingdom in which he rules tah-to stop his plans…but. How can that be?” she asked as if I knew or could confirm this.

“Spy? I was with your since I was able to walk, surly if I was you’d have known!” I said with furrowed brows. What reason does the king have to say that I was a spy, and what could he possibly know about me? The world around me was becoming more and more confusing.

“The last thing he told me was that it was your fault. He would always repeat it…and slowly I was beginning to believe him. If you had simply married his great nephew! My family would be safe, your family would be safe, I wouldn’t have been tortured trying to protect you!” tears started to mar her face, reddening her eyes and blur her vision.


“I’m sorry.” I whispered looking in the eyes of my broken friend “I know it is because of me they all died, be it physically or mentally. ...But not just I, the one who put you in bars and chains and beat you, was not me. But the king was it not?” I said surprisingly level. It hurt to see her this way, and rage was boiling my blood at her accusations when this should all fall on the king.

“He said, he said if you wasn’t born, or your father hadn’t disobeyed none of us would be in this situation! Because of you I am where I am now! It would be better if you just died!!” She sobbed.

It felt as if she stabbed me herself with her nails and tried to rip my heart from my ribcage. I clenched my teeth, I wanted to both slap her and hug her. And so I did, the slap stopped her sobs long enough for me to shake her.

“I can’t take back what happened to them! And if you want me to die then your going have to wait until I die avenging you and all we ever cared for, killing the frosted king!” I yelled out and pulled her to my chest, cradling her head.

She collapsed into my hold and nodded, sobbing and wiping her snot and tears on my shirt. Watching her own face screwed up tightly and I too, began to cry, but silently as I rocked my hysteric friend to calmness.

[Moonblaze-Angel]

Awesome! I need more....:3

[katomorakwarrior]

You know? I would have almost been better not to swish the "dirt under the carpet" in this case. Now that they're sort of friends again, whatsherface is going to have to explain that she pretending to be a boy as soon as possible. At least before her friend starts talking. That would be rather awkward.