Ok, this isn't a chapter. But, just gonna say, this is my new story. So far, it has nothing to do with A Story with No Name. It's about a.....
Well, I better leave that to the story.
But trust me, you are gonna like it!
Crescent: Hi. The name's Crescent Drago. You haven't heard of me. But by the end of this story, you will know everything.....
That's it from Crescent herself! She is my most recent OC. Hope ya like the story and keep an eye out for the first chapter!!!!!
Your crazy author,
I think the name's cool too. Thanks for trying to keep this up...and here's the next part of that chapter, since it seems as if I really must keep it going...
I could tell it was killing Mac (err...no pun intended) to have to leave. He cringed and I thought I saw a ghostly tear drop down to the ground. The tiger managed a pitiful attempt at a smile.
"Cress, I love you," He whispered sorrowfully, tracing a paw down the side of my forehead. "And I miss you more than anyone except for you could even imagine. But goodbye's aren't forever. And I'll see you sometime, okay?"
I realized that however hard this was for me, it was harder for him. So I tried to be strong, for both of us.
"Yeah," I mumbled, hugging him around the neck. "But not too soon, right?"
The tone was bittersweet, and he chuckled drily. "Yes. I'll be watching you," He started to fade away, drifting back into the square, until it was just our locked hands keeping us from parting forever.
"And I'll be thinking of you." I swallowed.
"But not all the time, right?"
His image was so dim I could barely see him.
He slipped his hand out of mine, smiled one last time, but a smile of gladness. "Oh, and Cress, cut Fuego a bit of slack, will you? He's more of a shy type."
His soft laugh was the last thing I heard before he disappeared, the sound mingling in the late night's mild wind.
"Yeah. Love you too." I grumbled half-heartedly.
I heard Mistia giggling slightly. I turned to face her, sighing.
Her quiet laughter stopped and her voice adopted a serious, yet kind tone. "Cress..." she muttered, " Do what Mac says. Anger can be a good and bad emotion. Don't take it out on your father, or Sage, okay?"
"Okay," I vowed absent-mindedly.
She brushed her hand against the side of my face, almost mournfully, and I gazed, puzzled, into her gray-green eyes. "You have grown so much, and learned many things." She whispered in an awed, proud voice I heard very rarely towards me.
"I am very, very proud of you, my girl. My sweet Crescent. My daughter."
I stood upright in shock. "Daughter?" I gawked, blinking.
Okay, here we go..one more chapter, for those who read...
I staggered back a step, blinking hard and swallowing down the parched feeling in my throat.
"Mac," my voice trembled hoarsely as I repeated his name over and over, tears pooling in the corner of my eyes as I reached out with one hand at the rippling hologram.
The silver-blue striped feline gave a small smile, and placed his paw out, and when my hand touched the square it didn't go through it, instead touching a flat, smooth surface, like marble. Still, it looked like I had my hand against Mac's anyway.
"Hey, Silvering." He murmured. I could only greet him with a squeaky creaking sound and closed eyes. I felt something like a soft wind lift my head up and realized Mac had somehow come out of the square, and he was hovering in the air like the ghost he was, paw on my cheek. But instead of fur and flesh I felt a soft breeze wipe the tears away. I gave a shuddering sigh.
Amber eyes stared deep into mine, sorrow and shame visible in them. "I'm sorry," Mac said quietly in an anguished tone.
Maybe at regular people, like Night or Fuego or Claw, I would snap at, saying that he should be sorry, demanding why he left me, but I couldn't get mad at this certain pantherine. My stubborn, fiery spirit seemed to melt when he looked at me, so hurt and guilty and concerned.
"No, no, Mac," I sobbed weakly, "I'M sorry. I'm responsible for this. I let you go! It was all--all m-my fault..."
"Listen, Cress," Mac said with a gentle determination, stepping down on the grass, his feet shimmering as he touched the dewy earth. He grabbed me by the shoulders and looked at me square in the eyes. "Don't you dare, ever, say that. It was not your fault. No one but Golden Eyes', you hear?"
"Tried everything you could. Cress, fate has it's own plans, and we have no power to change it. I have seen what will happen, and trust me," He took both my hands firmly in his. "Destiny has it's plans for you. But I can't do anything about it. Neither can you. And no matter how stubborn or hot-headed you are, it's a whole lot more stubborn than you."
"Which is saying a lot, then." I laughed weakly between tears. Mac gave me a crooked half-grin.
"Just remember." He continued, "Fate, it won't give in, but you will have to. It's. Not. Your. Fault. Ok? It's just how it was meant to be--so you'll just have to live in the present, not the past. And try not to expect anything of the future, because if you do, you'll regret it."
I absorbed in his words, nodding ruefully. "But I won't let GE get away with this. I promise."
Mac sighed. "Just...know who the enemy is."
Before I could inquire what that meant, his specteral form flickered. He furrowed his eyebrows.
"My time's up." He grunted. "I won't see you again for a long time, Crescent."
"No!" I yelped, grabbing his arm, but my hand wafted through it. "Don't leave me, Mac. Please!" I pleaded. Mac somehow managed to pull me into an embrace, but it almost felt like I was hugging a tiger-shaped block of compressed air, if you can imagine that.
You would of though I'd be tired of crying, but the tears still streamed out. I needed to talk to him, to sort more things out, to have him hold me longer. "D-don't go." I gasped out.