27 October 2010

Good Coffee

Title: Good Coffee
Author: Lewis
Writing: Short story
Word Count: 512

The first thing about good coffee is that it has to be good. Okay, so she doesn't have much experience with it. The only coffee she's had is the powdered stuff they sell at the local grocery store for a 50% discount, and even that, according to the Java Jive club, is crap. What about that stuff they sell at the fast food place? Tsk, tsk. It isn't her fault that she's naive and deprived.
Who is she kidding? It's a total bother! She can't believe that they're doing this, intruding into her private coffee business. It's not as if she'll ask her crush out to instant coffee. When the time calls, it'll be green tea bags. No mistake about it.

It, well. It might have been said that he only likes coffee. He's always seen in the morning with a cup or two of coffee clutched in his hands, looking somewhat worse for wear. And, maybe, he might have been seen ranting about the wonders of the coffee bean and the history of coffee. He's also probably said to hate green tea.

So she's asked the Java club for help. They're not all too famous, but she's heard that they're coffee experts. If she can just get them to slip and tell her the secret to making good coffee, her plans will be set.

"Go forth, child," says Java club president Latte, shoving a coffee filter into her hand. "and buy the items on this shopping list."

"Come again?" She's not believing this. "I thought-"

"What? You asked us how to make coffee."

Mumbling, she stares at her toes. "I just thought that you maybe would just tell me how to make it?"

"Miss, the coffee-making is an art. We can't allow amateurs to deface coffee with their poor skills. So of course, we have to guide you through all the steps."

"Oh. Well. That's kind of you."

"You're welcome. Now, for the ingredients."

She's totally planning to avoid them at all costs after this. Who knows what kind of horrors she'll be subjected to if she sticks with them? Besides, all she wants is to get a good cup of coffee for him.

The next day, after running a maddening raid on the local grocery stores, she shows up in the club room with the supplies in hand. There's not one, but two people there, and for a moment she gapes at the uninvited guest with a reddening face.

The club-president-whose-coffee-related-name-she-doesn't-care-to-remember adjusts his glasses peevishly at her reaction and crosses his arms. "I thought I'd ask another one of the club members to instruct you today. He's one of our most dedicated, and will be perfect for the job. You two are in the same year, so you might know each other."

"We do." she says shortly. "Kind of. Um."

"Isn't that wonderful? Now, I'll leave you two to your devices." Sir-club-president claps him in the back. "Good luck."

The classroom door slides shut behind him. Oh, bother. Oh god. Why did he have to leave? Of all the people in the world he had to ask, did it have to be that one?

I know nothing about the making of coffee, which is why I didn't elaborate much. Java Jive is this ... (I don't know the genre) small group song where they sing "I like coffee, I like tea. I love the java jive and it loves me! Coffee and-" ...yea. I have weird song choices sometimes.
I've been thinking about coffee a lot LOL Mostly because I don't know much about coffee, but I see it as ...a really nice comfort drink like hot chocolate. I don't get to drink it a lot- if I could, I probably would.

This was written in 25 minutes on Write or Die.

24 October 2010


Title: Latte
Author: Lewis
Writing: Speed experiment
Words: 306

Gretchen stared into her cup. She still wasn't quite sure what he and that girl were doing in the next booth over, but knowing his personality, he'd probably be trying to chat up his new date for the night. Her teeth gritted as she thought of him staring soulfully into the other girl's eyes, him taking her hand and speaking with a voice soft as swan down, him pulling the other girl close and telling her I love you. Just like he'd done for Gretchen. In a moment of resolution she set the coffee mug down onto the table and peered out into the hall. Seeing it clear and empty, she sidled to the closed door of the next booth and pressed her ear to the fogged glass.
"You're wrong," she heard the girl say fearfully. "He'd never do anything like that."
"I know him. He will, and nothing you do will change his mind."
"He's better than that"
"Just forget about him. I'm here for you, aren't I?"
At that moment Gretchen grasped the doorknob with a shaking hand and swung it open. "What the hell are you doing in there?" and froze.
He had moved to sit next to the girl, with his arm around her shoulder and with his head bent toward her. The girl's face was tear-stricken, and it was likely that Gretchen had interrupted a very important conversation. His face darkened into a scowl. "What are you doing here? Get out."
Embarrassed, the other girl abruptly pulled away from him and struggled to get out of her seat. "It's quite all right. I'll just... see you around." Bowing jerkily at Gretchen, the girl timidly sidestepped around her to make for the door and leave.
"What did you do that for? I nearly had her."
"And let another member of the female race suffer with you? Not a chance."

written in 10 minutes without planning.
Yay for obscurity!
and, I didn't really mean to write a backstory for Gretchen. It doesn't match what I had in mind for her, and... yea. so if it bothers you, substitute any random name in there.

22 October 2010

EtHR related: Sister

Title: Sister, how Yia, Hisho, and Kaori get in the Ferrezin backstory
Author: SilverInk
Writing: Background brief
Word Count: 1092

"I don't have a sister. Leave me alone."
"Hisho! How could you say that? Yia all but died for you! What's--"
"She's an Object, Kaori! Now leave me alone! I can do what I want!" The door to the small shack slammed, leaving Kaori outside, fuming.
Kaori's temper was no small thing to reckon with, but Hisho Nishanka knew he was an exception. No one could escape her wrath, but he was the master of the illusionist. He could decide who to punish and who to reward. The entire of Kaori was in his hands. 
Hisho stared at the small shack his sister had built when their parents had been killed. How, he wondered, Yia of all people failed her Assignment of Destiny, was a wonder. If he was completely honest with himself, she embodied all that was praiseworthy. Yet she had been condemned. And Kaori, who was cold-hearted and cruel had passed. 
But this reflecting got no one anywhere and Hisho shook his head, washed his hands at the handmade sink, tossed his backpack on the handwoven chair, and flopped on the handmade bed. Kaori would come over with dinner later, he hoped. He did not want to cook himself.

Upon arriving at her house, Kaori greeted her parents respectfully and then proceeded upstairs to her loft. She locked the door as usual, and finished her homework in the dark room. Within an hour of diligent work, she had completed her work and her studying. 
"Mother, should I cook dinner?" Her mother nodded lazily and continued browsing the television. Kaori accepted this without comment and went to make dinner for the three-person family.

Homework lying abandoned in his backpack still, Hisho searched through the sparse closet for clothes that would suit him. He would be leaving all this behind when he went to the Ferrezin Tournament, but he wanted to see what he might take with him anyways. His weapon, a rather feeble metal bat was propped next to the bag he had bought specifically to bring. Hisho had thought his plan through carefully: If he lost in the Tournament, he wouldn't be alive to spend any of his money anyways; if he survived and won, he would be rich beyond measure and the small coin he had now would be useless. He supposed he might as well buy a new bat and armor but that could wait for a while. After all, he didn't leave for another week.
He turned at the sound of a knock on the door and stood to open it. He supposed he could have just opened it with his magic, as Yia always did--Yia did everything with magic, it seemed--but Hisho quite frankly didn't see the purpose. That, and magic didn't come quite as easily to him. That was what he told himself at least. But truthfully, it was that he simply didn't care enough for it to work at it. 
"I made spaghetti for you," Kaori said, stepping inside. She set her dinner--now Hisho's--on the rickety table Yia had pieced together with help from a few temple folk. "Your favorite."
"Thanks," Hisho said and dove right in, thinking Kaori had already eaten--that's what she always told him anyways. 
"In any case, Hisho. I want to talk about your decision to join the Ferrezin."
"Not again, seriously?"
"Yia instructed me to take care of you. And by that definition I think sending you off to a dangerous fight thing is not at all good care."
"Well, leave it alone. It's been what, four, five years since she left?"
"...Yia undertook the Ritual of Holena three years ago, when we were 17 and you were 10."
"You're so serious about it."
"She was a good person."
"You mean, she believed your sob stories."
"No." Kaori's fist was balled up under the table in anger and frustration. Her stomach growled hungrily but she hid it under an illusion of sound. "No. I say she was a good person because she was selfless. Don't deny it!" she snapped at Hisho's rolling eyes. "She stayed up the night before her Assignment to take care of you because you were sick! And during her grace period, she did nothing but patch up the shack for you and sew you new clothes and make sure everything was stocked! How you could dare disregard everything she did is an amazement to me!"
"Yea yea. Yia was this, Yia was that. You don't listen to what the others say, do you? It's not like she was smart or good at anything really. She did her duty as a sister and that's it. You give her too much credit."
"Her duty as a sister was to see that you lived to the age of nine, Hisho! I've read the wills! She overdid herself. She was not a perfect student because she was always helping you with YOUR homework and studies. She never got the time to pursue her own interests because she was always working--running the mill, doing odd jobs--for you! Food, clothes, everything! You're an idiot!"
Kaori had stood up and was now pacing agitatedly. She sat back down in a huff and stared at the boy she had been asked to watch. "She should have left you to die. I should have left you to die. But neither of us did. And now you want to throw yourself into the most violent competition of all time?"
Hisho thought for a moment, looking down at his food. He let out a sniffle. "I-I- You know how Yia failed her Assignment... I'm already 13 too. Every moment I stay here is a chance for me to get my own Assignment...and I'm afraid I'll fail. But if I survive the Ferrezin, I'm granted immunity from the Ritual."
Kaori softened a little and sighed. "It won't be that bad. The Assignment should be do-able. It's nowhere near as hard as surviving the Ferrezin in any case. And you don't know that you get immunity. Just because Objects are granted amnesty doesn't mean you're granted immunity if you've never been an Object."
Hisho was silent. He looked up and though his eyes were dry, he had stuck his lip out in petulance and watched Kaori with wide, mournful eyes. 
"That doesn't work on me." Kaori crossed her arms. 
"You can't stop me anyways," Hisho said finally, dropping the act and continuing eating.
Kaori growled and stood up. She marched out the door in a huff. Outside, Hisho heard her say resolutely, "I'm telling Yia."

Artist's Note: For reference, this is about five years after "My Dark Haven," :) No, Kaori isn't supposed to be that nice.

So, another installment of EtHR related stuff! I haven't gotten around to painting Kaori's picture and posting it, but I'm almost done! >.<. I actually have a few preliminary sketches of Yia and Hisho as well, so I'll post them here when and if I actually get around to scanning, cropping, and fixing them a bit >.<

I'll try to finish Tsiyone's background story asap! >.<

Um.... there should definitely be a post next week... :/ I need to work on my college essays! >..,

Hope you enjoyed; please comment! 

P.S. Sorry I changed the background again! >.< It was too emo for me >.< I'm "bipolar" o.O Or, as Mr. Jacobs (former Varsity Biology teacher) put, in comment of my love of scrawling "dipole- dipole FTW" and my volatile nature: "Dipolar"

15 October 2010

EtHR related: My Dark Haven, Kaori Koga Backstory

Title: My Dark Haven, Kaori Koga Backstory
Author: SilverInk
Writing: Background brief
Word Count: 1577.

"My mom and dad fight at home. He cuts her sometimes. And then she gets mad and sends him flying across the room."

"Miss Koga, please stop telling lies about your parents. I cannot for the life of me imagine them disagreeing on anything, much less fighting. Now, does anyone have a true story to share with the class?"

"But Ms Eviteen, they do fight. And then they get mad at me when when I try to stop them. I'm not lying. I have bruises to prove it."

"That will be enough Miss Koga, see me after the meeting."

Ms Eviteen ended the meeting there and for the rest of the period the kids sat around and played cards. They were all there because they thought they could use peer discussion about their personal or social issues.

When Ms Eviteen wasn't looking, she said again, "My parents really do fight though. I just need help. I'd like somewhere to go, where I won't have to deal with my parents beating each other up and yelling at me for no reason."

"Listen," one of the card players said, folding his hand. "It isn't anywhere near Avril, so don't be pulling jokes on us, ok?"

"Technically," another said, adjusting his glasses, "It doesn't need to be the Month of Comedy for someone to be funny. I mean, "The Aidapak" is a year-long show. I raise ten."

"Well, fine. And anyways Kaori? I live right next  to you. I never hear them shouting. I never hear anyone from your house shouting."

Kaori shook her head, sending the brown-black mass that was only tied up by a few red ribbons flying into a mess. "The walls are soundproof, don't you know?"

The person with the glasses smiled, delighted he had won the round. Putting the cards away, he said, "Yes, but it doesn't seem very like either of them to quarrel with anyone or anything. And I'm sure your parents would never hurt each other. They're always very cordial and sweet."

"In public," Kaori protested, but the hour had ended and the occupants began leaving the classroom to enjoy the rest of the weekend. Kaori sighed in defeat and retied her hair more securely.

"Miss Koga, you are very convinced that your parents are violent at home."

"Yes, Ms Eviteen."

"I have sent word to your father asking to join your family for dinner. I do not think what you say is true, but if you are so insistent, then I would not mind spending a night in investigation."

"Thank you Ms Eviteen!" Kaori said. The counselor only nodded and waved her out the door. "I'll see you at dinner!"

"KAORI KOGA. You dare to shame your name and complain to outsiders about a family issue?"

"But mother--!"

Kaori ducked as the couch hurtled towards her. It landed a few feet away, caught between the stair rail that led up to the one-room loft and the other wall. Kaori flung out her hands and concentrated on a mental picture of her as a baby. Her mother was caught aback for but a moment though and soon a lamp shot itself at Kaori, shattering and scratching her arms and cheek. Kaori yelped and staggered backwards and was saved by the sound of the doorbell. "Go change," her mother ordered, sending the lamp shards into the trash receptacle and the couch back to its original place with a few swipes of her hand. She looked into the mirror by the door, smiled pleasantly, and opened the door, "Ms Eviteen, how kind of you to join us. Dinner is almost ready. Please, do come in." Mr. Koga appeared from his workroom and shook Ms Eviteen's hand amicably. "Yes, please. Would you care for some drink?"

Seeing Kaori still standing defiantly on the stairs, her father stepped out of view of the door and under the guise of fetching a cup, sent a few magical bolts at his daughter. Kaori jumped and the bolts only tore her dress, slightly and silently. Kaori slipped upstairs before anything else happened to her.

"Forgive me," she said, entering the dining room, where the adults were already eating. "I overslept," she lied, seeing the expressions her parents were throwing her over Ms Eviteen's head. She had not decently covered the cut on her cheeck and Ms. Eviteen noted this.

"She tripped and broke the lamp," Mrs. Koga explained politely, offering to treat the wound as she poured some soup for Kaori. "Are you sure you don't want me to look at it dear? You're sure you feel fine?"

Kaori suppressed a grimace and nodded stiffly. "Yes mother, it is perfectly fine. Although you are quite wrong about the detail. The lamp flew at me and was intentionally shattered."

Her mother put on a confused expression and Mr. Koga stepped in. "It is all my fault really," he said, setting the spoon down. "I accidentally left lamp in a bad location and when she came home, she accidentally triggered the catapult I was building, sending the badly-placed lamp at her. But enough of this. I apologize--to everyone--for my negligence. Kaori, could I make it up to you by offering you your favorite dessert tonight? Ms. Eviteen, I hope you do not mind strawberry shortcake."

"But I hat--" Kaori started but capitulated at the dagger-like look she saw on both her parent's faces. "Thank you father."

Dinner proceeded quietly for Kaori, though the adults chatted amiably on quite a range of topics. Not once did her Mr. or Mrs. Koga say a cross word or indicate any sign of disapproval with each other, their daughter or their guest.

Ms. Eviteen stayed for a few hours after dinner to continue her examination and was then offered a tour of the house by Mr. Koga, who apologized profusely for neglecting to do so until so late. With the eye of a teacher, Ms Eviteen examined the furnishings. The one-story house was very neatly decorated, with nothing that so much hinted as to damage or wear. Since both Mr. and Mrs. Koga did not rely on weaponry in their careers, there were not even the most basic weapons lying around. The kitchen knives were securely contained and showed no signs of being thrown or used as anything but a tool for chopping vegetables. Up rickety stairs in Kaori's bedroom loft was the only sign of disturbance:

Kaori's room was not messy--no, it was clean and orderly--but the color scheme was quite disturbing. The entire of the room was painted black, with a few stripes of a creamy pink here and there, showing where the black desk, the black bed, the black-framed mirror, the black closet, the black door to the black bathroom. The light from the room came from five pink lamps. Bottles of sand, both colored and not colored and corkboard-size sand-painting canvases were tucked in a corner but loomed dangerously in the room.  Kaori's main weapon, a dagger the length of her forearm, was resting conspicuously on her dresser.

"Kaori, don't be upset, but I think it isn't your parent's fault that you are feeling these emotions. I think your powers are occasionally slipping from your grasp, causing you to see things that aren't real. Illusion imposition is a difficult skill and power to master, so do not be deterred. I'm sure you will one day master it perfectly well."

Kaori Koga, fifteen, pinned her hair up neatly in two curled loops. She combed her bangs to the now-normal cute style and the two long strands at either side so that they would not bother her vision. Finally, she set a scarlet ribbon in her hair, a strikingly elegant look. Her dress was pretty, but also somewhat practical and her dagger was strung inconspicuously on the inside of the coat. She washed off any traces of blood, bandaged the cuts she could and arranged her dress so it would cover the scars. The ones on her face she cleaned quickly but throughly and then expertly applied makeup around the area to conceal it as much as possible. Only then did she dare leave the comfort of her black room.

"Good morning, Miss Koga," her teachers greeted. "Good morning," she replied.

"Such a nice little girl now," her teachers commented. "that Ms Eviteen sure knows her stuff. Why only last Fril Arg she was freaking out and telling foolish stories about her parents. And now--a mere week and a half later--it seems she has drastically improved her life. How fortunate."

The students seemed to think the same. "Hey, Kaori. I was wondering--would you go to the dance with me?"

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"We broke up."

"Oh." Kaori smiled pleasantly and locked her scarlet-hazel eyes on the boy's. Subtly, Kaori moved her hand. There was no indication that anything unusual was happening; the first sign came from the boy, who staggered backwards and howled silently

"Why'd you show me that?!" he demanded, shaking his head to keep the images that plagued him.

 Kaori laughed as if he had said a joke and then continued her way for a few steps.  Her polite little smile turned upwards in a knowing smirk and she turned back to the poor boy. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

Curses returned her words. Kaori set a comforting hand on her new victim and a channeled more images to the person, some true, some imagined, all haunting. She leaned towards him and whispered, "I know what you fear. But be comforted. Reality exists within the mind, and I have your secret locked up in my dark haven."

Artist's Note: I wrote this in 88 minutes, as a part of a quickwrite. 

The main character is one of the minor characters in my to-be NaNoWriMo 2010 project, "Edge: the Heart Reincarnation". Hopefully everything makes sense?
(Yes, I know book titles are supposed to be underlined or italicized. But since it's still in plan-form right now, I think quotation marks will do XP)

Please rate! On a scale of 1-5, how soon in the story should she die? (6 if she should not be killed at all). For any reason you'd like; for example, Lewis said one of my mean characters should not die just because it would be so ironic if the mean one lived. :)


P.S. I was going to post the second and probably final (really because I just don't feel like writing it much longer) part of Tsiyone's character background, but obviously didn't XD Maybe next week?
P.P.S I have a few drawings of her! I'll submit it once I'm done scanning and editing them :) So check back on this post sometime later on! :) :)

01 October 2010

"My Immortal"--Elias/ Aura

Title: "My Immortal"
Author: SilverInk
Writing: Songfiction, romance. [Link]
Word Count: 4092

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
An unfamiliar trickle of light lit up the small room. It was strange, particularly since the room was not unlike a box of cement, with smooth, charmed walls on all sides. The only furnishings were a wooden plank, clothed by rags, suspended against the wall; and a wooden crate tossed in a corner. The strange light stemmed from this crate and scanned the room once before dying again.

The figure on the wooden bed rolled over painfully, shifting the rags that served as blankets. Tiredly, he pushed himself to a sitting position and leaned against the wall, careful with his torn clothes. Light colored hair coated in a mixture of sweat and blood hung over his gaunt face and concealed partially open gray eyes. 

“Elijah, dear me,” a voice said silkily from the crate. “You look as if you were being tortured yourself!”

Elias looked up as the voice continued, “Heartless. You can stand the sight of your own sister being branded, but can’t stand the sight of this other…creature…” the voice faded. Through his mind flickered images of his sister, the usually hyper and talkative flautist, tortured and subdued to the point that being allowed to breathe was a blessing in itself. The memory faded quickly as he grasped the shell-shaped crystal hung around his neck. 
“…Ellasyn was a lot prettier too,” the voice was muttering. It was closer now, and not coming from the crate. A hole opened temporarily in the wall, admitting a regal looking man dressed lavishly in armor and jewels. At his feet, four chained prostitutes followed their master quietly, 

The newcomer brushed a finger underneath Elias’s chin, examining the sunken eyes of his captive. “You know why you’re here. You could just give me the heart.” He stared pointedly at the shell-shaped charm on the captive’s neck. “And you could save her—what’s her name?” 

“Auras-ssine” one of the chained figures hissed, slithering closer to her master.

“Her,” the man said, smirking at Elias. “So easy… for a mere necklace you could save the love of your life…”

He snapped his hand back and moved towards a wall and formed another portal, as if he were going to leave. “Or,” he said slyly, glancing over his shoulder at the captive. “You could just leave, knowing what I would do to her.”

You’d kill her, a distraught answer formed in Elias’s mind, pressing painfully into his already- muddled thoughts. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” came an audible reply. The oppressor smiled as he read the thought. He was slightly relieved—the fact that he could now hear thoughts meant that the mental defenses were crippling, which meant the oppressed was close to making his move. “I wouldn’t do that,” he repeated for emphasis. “I’d treat her like my pets.” 

He smiled at his four prisoners, who were groveling at his feet. “Humanely,” he added, and vanished out of the cell.

And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
Aura flinched as cool lotion hit one of the many open gashes on her body. So numb she was, she could hardly feel where the healer was working now. All she knew was she was suspended in midair, with her captor’s healers treating her wounds so that the next day she might be tortured and battered again. 

“Finished hon,” one of the healers said. The others had already left; this final healer cut the invisible ropes that kept her afloat and set her gently on a comfortable bed. “I did fine, didn’t I? Nothing sore?”

She couldn’t complain—her body was no longer sore from the beatings and whippings she’d suffered that day. The poison in her bloodstream was gone. She felt fine. Physically, that is. Mentally, though, she was tired of the whole ordeal. She managed a nod, fluttering her aquamarine eyes open for a brief moment to thank the man. 

“Don’t I get a reward for all this? It’s not exactly easy work you know?” He waited, packing up his few pieces of equipment. “No kiss? No passionate love?”

She shook her head. He’d been asking this for as long as she’d been held captive here. “He’s gone you know,” the perverted healer said after a moment of silence. “He left this evening. He abandoned you.”

Aura was silent again. She curled up slightly, leaning against the headboard for support. After another long moment, the healer left. 

You left, Elias. She mused. You left?...Well, I suppose it’s all for the best. Go run off now, and leave me in the land of perverts and pain. It’s really fine. I don’t know why you were here in the first place. You never were very nice to me. Elisa said so herself, and she was the closest person you ever had. 
The thoughts quieted and Aura covered herself with blankets. Something prodded her, something that told her Elias had not left. But she had seen his tall, unmistakable figure darting out of camp just before she was ushered into the healing rooms. And for the strangest reason, she wasn’t mad he was abandoning her in this place—he had his own life to live, his own love to follow. 

The dumb fool. Elisa was right again—it figures he'd fall for his governess' daughter Ack, what am I thinking? Is this jealousy?
Aura almost laughed—here she was, alone, in a camp of perverts and cruel hearted people and she was jealous of some idiot that had captured the heart of her object of affection. 

It’s the routine. I thought I was used to it, but apparently not. All this weariness is making me not myself, she insisted firmly. She was not usually jealous. She had actually been elated when she thought she saw the sparks fly between them—at least he was happy with someone. The prodding feeling returned. This cycle is wearing on my senses as well. The feeling hung around, but was ignored. 

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
A trickle of blood ran down her arm and she pulled it away quickly. She glanced up at the elaborate mirror in front of her. A strand of her light blonde hair was stained crimson. She glared at the hand and pressed her free hand to it to stop the blood flow. 

It had been nearly two weeks since the healer had said Elias left, but only a week since the prodding feeling agreed. There had not been any torturing for nearly the entire of these two weeks, but no healing after the last one. And then there was "Master Okin Nashamura" himself, as his prostitutes called him. He'd personally scathed her skin so harshly that it felt as if he had tattooed her skin with lightning. 

Aura climbed on her bed and let the headache and heartache consume her. 

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

Elias shuddered at how easy it had been to escape. He simply pushed though the concrete walls with a bit of his magic, and stole away from the camp.  

And now he was on his way back, back to where friends were.

"Eekkk!!" the ring of her voice echoed in his ears and Elias turned around. His friends stopped. "Elias, what're you doing? Leave her."

"But..." Aura was only twelve at the time, and Elias thirteen. He stopped and watched her pick herself out the puddle he'd tripped her into. She glared at his friends retreating backs and clenched her fist when they joked they were going to hang out with Elisa and flirt.

Then she whirled around and burst into tears before running away. Elias knew she would take the shortcut to the mansion and burst into a run after her, ignoring the calls of his friends behind him. 

She heard him running after her and sped up, but Elias was always the faster runner and soon caught up to her. He ran a step ahead of her before stopping and grabbing her arms so she would stop. "Stop, don't cry," he said when she flinched away, hiding tears and struggling to get away. He pulled off the silk gloves with "Gilfax" embroidered on them and brushed  her tears away with clean hands. "Aura, don't cry...I'm sorry. Aura?"

"Elias! Seriously now?"

A fresh wave of tears escaped Aura but she turned away, trying to hide them. Elias held her hand in one hand fiercely and yelled back. "She's my sister's best friend! And we're not allowed to treat her badly!"

"She doesn't matter! You're like royalty here, Elias! Are you with us? Or do you cast away your rank for a...the daughter of your servants?"

"..." Elias didn't answer, only standing with a cold expression on his face. Then Aura broke from his grasp and ran. "Aurasine!"

But she fled without a backward glance and Elias felt some part of his heart leave him and chase after her.

"Elijah! You've returned! Your sister and Rebecca have been worried sick!"

"Thank you Master Gaenor...I--I have the Heart."

"Good. Hold onto it. You will present it to Queen Geneva of the elves in a few days....You have done well... Your grandfather would be proud."

Elias smiled tiredly before the General dismissed him to the hospital building. Elias staggered into the doorway like a drunk man and an attendant helped him to a bed before asking who he was. "Who I am..." Elias murmured dazedly. He didn't remember. He'd left himself back at Okin Nashamura's camp.

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
"He's not nice to you." Ellasyn Gilfax pointed out. "He pushes you around, makes you do all his chores, blames everything on you, and nearly drowned you one time."
"It was an accident!" Aura protested, trying a smile but her friend was not amused. "I'm sure he didn't mean it...I mean, he was the one that jumped in to rescue me later."
"Still. He wouldn't hesitate to kill you if he had to. And that's not something he can rescue you from."
Aura curled up painfully on the bed. Each movement felt like she was tearing a bit of herself apart. Elisa had been right. He didn't care. Aura threw the covers away from her body then winced. 

But there had always been something unbelievably good about Elijah Gilfax. Some bright aura that played around his grin, some light that had emanated from him, some warmth that made Aura feel safe when she was near him. 

"Aw, Aurasine. What is this?"

A rough hand wrapped itself around her neck and lifted her head so she was eye-level with him "I don't understand him," Okin said. He dropped Aura back on her bed. "But he is of no matter. As he has left, you are now my slave. He clasped heavy shackles on her ankles, musing about what to do with her.

Slave? Aura almost laughed. So she wasn't to be his "pet"; what good luck! 

"Yes. I have decided. You know where Elijah is, I am sure. Go there. Haunt him. Yes. The Lord has no need to bring down the meddling idiots. This is for my own amusement. You will die soon anyways. Go now, slave. Haunt him. And bring me the Heart."

Aura stared at him ruefully before picking her frail body up and dragging it out the room. The anklets did not hold her back, but only propelled her forward to complete Okin's bidding.

Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
Sunlight flittered through the open window, lighting up the crimson stains on the white sheets. The scent of morning dew blew in with a breeze and it seemed the ruins nearby were echoing some ancient song to usher in the morning.

"Elias?" A voice asked nonchalantly. "Where are you? And why is there blood all over your sheets? I just washed these, you idiot."

"Here," a hoarse voice croaked. Elisa glanced in the corner, took one look at her brother and set the tray of food down. 

"You haven't ben quite right since you left the infirmary," Elisa said softly, reaching for his hands. "Who'd you kill?"

"No one. No one. No one. No one...." he repeated. 

Elisa took the long dagger in his hands and set it on the already blood-stained bed. 

"No one. I didn't kill anyone," he murmured again, as if protesting. "I didn't."

Sighing, Elisa pulled a cloth from her hand and began to clean off his arms. She left him from a moment to fill a tub with water before dragging him to it. He seemed incapable of thinking on his own. "Now stop with this nonsense. What's wrong?"

"I didn't kill anyone," he repeated. 

"Is it the Heart? Do you want me to hold it for you?"

"Take it!" he screeched, pulling the shell off his neck and falling to the ground. Catching the necklace, Elisa dumped water on him, making his skin shiver and a pool of faint red form around him. Elias fell on the ground, breath thin and shivering slightly. "Take it. I don't want to see her! I don't want to! She's here!"

"Who's here?"

Elias didn't answer, and closed his eyes. "I can still see her. She was here last night. She must have started a few days after I left. She was here. She's like a ghost. Grey skin. Cold to the touch. She wanted to kill me!"

"And then you stabbed her?"

"Not yet." Elias started moving himself to a sitting position, adjusting his drenched clothes so he wouldn't slip. "I didn't move. And she was reaching for the Heart. 

"She had shackles on her feet. He lied. But it doesn't matter. She was grey. Cold. And her breath smelt sickly sweet. Her fingers were around my neck, like this. And then she just went away. Just jumped out the window...

"Where's my Rebecca?"

"I'll show you to her once you get cleaned up," Elisa said with a bitter taste in her mouth. Elias crawled up and began looking for the shampoo as if everything was normal. Elisa returned the Heart to him before leaving, seeing it was pointless to ask where the blood had come from. When she looked back, he was stringing the shell back on his neck, the glazed look back in his eyes.

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
Another chunk of energy with the consistency of jello passed over his arm. The energy had a mixed color to it, something green yet brown yet clear. But whatever it really was, a glowing yellow light covered it. This light shot from the floating energy jello and into the the scar on him arm. Again and again the light sunk into his injuries but it never seemed to make a difference. 

Elias leaned back against the chair and shook his head. 

"Oh dear. Let me try," a cloying sound said, followed by the rustle of a dress. A girl with a deep reddish-brown, shoulder length hair nicely groomed leaned over him and moved her fingers over his arm. At first it seemed the spell had done its purpose and the scar erased itself, but then it reappeared, spreading down his arm like blood through varicose veins after being momentarily plugged. "Oh dear," she said cloyingly. 

"I tell, you, it's a soul-injury. Our magic isn't going to heal it.," Elisa said impatiently. She was leaning against the corner of the wall, staring at them with narrowed eyes. 

"Don't worry, dear. It'll go away with time."

Elisa snorted, earning a glare from the well-dressed girl. "Ellasyn, why don't you go get something nicer on. We're seeing the Queen of the elves, not some peasant girl."

"A peasant girl is like Aura, right?" 

A flash of pain raced through the arm and Elias cringed a tiny bit, trying to hide the emotion. "Ellasyn! You know that hurts him! Now go change!"

"Yes, master."


Elisa, who had a foot on the stairs, turned around to sneer. "Aurasine Windrose was my only sister."


When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
I didn't know I wouldn't bleed. Well, more like I'd never run out of blood. I didn't know I was dead. Aura looked at her limbs in amazement, taking in the now blemish-free skin. "Thank you, Iyn. I can confidently say that I would be really dead if it weren't for you and Ms. Winski.

"It was my pleasure," The green dragon resting on a plush cushion said in return, it's voice coming out as a reptilian purr, somewhat like a soft, comforting hiss. "Emma would be glad to know you're fine as well now."

"Yes...thank you."

"Something about me?" 

"Emma! Our guest awoke!" The green dragon leapt off of the cushion, morphing into the form of a slender and dignified lady with white hair and striking green eyes.

"I thought I'd find you here," Emma laughed, a sound deeper as Iyn's chime but with the same underlying ring. "General Gaenor's looking for you. And we have to get ready. The heart-keeper is due to meet with her Majesty in about an hour."

"An hour only!" Iyn rushed to the mirror near Aura and hurried to change her dress. "What does Ezhno need?"

Emma shrugged and threw a bow on her back. "Aurasine, you will be fine on your own for a while then?"

"Yes. Thank you for all your help."

"There's food on the table if you're hungry. Take it easy for a few days, ok? Ghosts might not die, but it'll be plenty painful if you get yourself stabbed to shreds by that boy again." Another laugh. "But I'm sure you know what I mean."

Iyn finished and flicked eyed the open window before flicking her tongue out tentatively. "Clouds. I taste a coming rain. Stay well, friend Aurasine."

Aura nodded and waved as Iyn and Emma walked out. Cousins... Karida, Emma and Iyn; I like them.

But the uplifted spirit left Aura the moment the cousins left the room. A few minutes later a dark feeling pervaded through the room and when Aura reached out with her magic she could not feel anything but her own internal misery pulling all the sadness into her. She tested her ghost-reinforced body and stood. Easy. The only drawback of this temporary addition, Aura reasoned, was that she would have to relearn some of her magic. 

She pressed her fingers against the wall to create an entry way out but was prohibited. Iyn was right then. This place is decently secured.
Outside, she stood in sunlight, where no-one would be able to see her clearly. Currently the ghost-part of her that Emma had added to her blood was still working and her abilities would be mostly limited until she had healed and the ghost-part gone away. Aura traveled to Queen Geneva's tent: Emma was standing stonily outside. An elven guard with green hair stood on the other side of the door, although the black and gold armor indicated she was of draconic alliance.

Finally Elisa and Elias came out of the tent, accompanied by Iyn and Ezhno. With the exception of the guards, the group exchanged a few words before they parted company; Ezhno with Iyn and Elias with Elisa and Rebecca, who had been standing awkwardly before Emma. 

"Dear, why do you look so dismal? It's over. The Queen has the Heart now; it's none of your responsibility," Rebecca was saying.

Elias murmured something and Elisa pointed away but Rebecca shook her head petulantly and put her hands around Elias's neck. The girls began arguing in hushed toens and Aura crept closer to listen. 

"He said to go away!"

"Sister, enough of this nonsense. He's troubled by something obviously. I'm going to take him back to his room and put him to sleep. He needs the rest."

"If he needed rest the Queen wouldn't have kept him so long. Or do you presume your abilities are stronger than Hers?"

"I just know him better. Anyways the Queen has other things on her mind."

"She wouldn't keep him if she didn't think he could handle it."

"Then what do you propose, sister?"

"I propose you go away and let him go talk to Ezhno like he said he wanted to."

"Ezhno is busy with his lady though. And my dear needs his res--Elijah!"

Elias had suddenly broken from Rebecca's grasp and after a moment Aura realized he was running for her. She hadn't noticed that she had crept into the shadows and was now visible as monotone-colored figure. She turned and fled. 

Before long though, Aura could hear Elias's feet racing alongside hers. He reached out and grabbed her arm, sending both of them skidding to a stop in the shadow of the ruins. 

Aura turned to rush away again but stopped herself and held Elias's hands in concern. "Why are you crying?"
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
"I killed you. I'm sorry. I--"

"I'm not dead."

"How? There was so much blood, and..."

"Iyn Tamari Winski. And her cousin, Emma. They managed to use ghost-magic to repair my body and soul. Ghost blood never runs out, and it was that that you were slashing. But Okin still had the slave shackles on me and I had to find you."

"You tried to take the Heart. And kill me."

"Yes...and no." Aura stood away, pulling herself awat and stepping deeper into the shadows. The cloud had been hanging around loosely was now directly overhead and a light drizzle began, one drop at a time. Elias looked up as one droplet landed in his hair and shattered his internal serenity. He was quiet for a while, watching the water droplets. One touched his hand and plowed its way through across the skin, sometimes haltingly but altogether like darkness gliding across the edge of a blade; it hovered at his fingertip before dropping to join its companions on the ground. Then the other droplets of water joined in, creating a plain rainstorm.

Elias screamed and leapt backwards fervently. "You're dead!" he yelled at Aura. 

The now grey-colored girl turned around and faced him coldly. "Haven't I always been?" She said dully. 

"No! You're dead! You're--" he fell to the ground at this moment, his skin paling and his eyes sinking into a kind of ghostly stupor. In an instant Aura was kneeling beside him, keeping him from hurting himself in his fall and trying to elicit a reaction from the boy. "You're dead. You're dead," he kept muttering. "I--I killed you. Again. Again. Again..."

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
Aura looked up at the rain, and back down at Elias. She pressed cold fingers against his neck and stared into his eyes with a kind of sad determination. 

There was a slow flash of something between light and dark and then there was only a pale-haired boy with a skin of healthy hue dozing on the stone. Two figures, one in dress pants running ahead and another with a red dress and matching parasol rushed down the hill to tend to him. The rain parted slowly, and as quickly as it had appeared it faded, leaving only a crisp scent in the air.

Artist's Note: Yes! Behold my first completed songfiction! :D Random: It's about 500 words shorter than the U.S. Constitution apparently :P

The song is "My Immortal" from Evanescence. According to itunes I've listened to it 78 times. :P

Elias, Elisa, Aura and Rebecca are from Death and Dining, a roleplay (though Rebecca probably doesn't really count). And obviously this is all just randomness that I thought of because Aura likes Elias, though in the roleplay it hasn't been determined (and I hope this story won't impact the course of events) whether or not her sentiments are reciprocated. 

Yea, this is why last week's post was less than 500 words. And I don't know if this counts as next week's post yet :P PLEASE read and review though! CRITIQUE appreciated! <3