So originaly I said I wasn't going to write any more fanfics, but I lied. I had some time over winter break, so here's one of my fanfics. I know not very many people will read this, but if you do, enjoy!
I wiped my forehead and leaned back against a huge, gnarled tree. The branches, full of delicate flowers, towered above me. The cherry blossom parks were nice this time of year. So I had taken a taxi to the nearest one, which happened to be Lyra Park. The sweet aroma of flowers was always soothing and always made me drowsy.
As I was drifting off, I saw a pair of glowing red eyes out of the corner of my eye. I immediately jumped up, but when I looked again, there was nothing there. Against my better judgement, I tiptoed hesitantly toward the spot where I had seen the eyes. I had never been in this section of the park. The trees grew closer together, and cast long shadows over the mossy floor. Suddenly, a claw scraped across my wrist. I shrieked, but more out of shock then pain. The cut was very shallow, and didn't sting. I walked away cautiously, and soon after broke into a run, not stopping until I was where I had been before.
It wasn't until I had seated myself, breathing heavily, that I noticed the girl sitting next to me. It was weird, but I could swear she hadn't been there just a second ago.
"W-wh-who are you?" I stammered
The girl flicked her head, and her deep red hair swished around her face, showing off her flawless beauty and delicate features. Her eyes were a coffee brown, with pale skin, light red lips, and the lightest spray of freckles.
"The name's Kira." She said, extending one manicured hand.
I shook it warily. "I'm Arienne. Arienne Moonshade."
"Ok, so Arienne," Kira said, "there's really no point in playing games, don't you agree?" She smiled creepily, exposing a set of even, white teeth. "So I'll just get to the point. Do you by any chance believe in magic?"
I felt a thrill run through my body. "Magic?"
"Yes," Kira answered impatiently. "You know, fairies and witches, that kind of stuff."
"Well...." My voice sounded strangled. "No, I guess?"
Kira raised an eyebrow. "Well, magic is real." She cleared her throat started to talk. ."Many mythical creatures dwell in various other dimensions in the universe. You're one of them, a fairy. Somehow, you ended up on Earth, although you don't come from here. I've come to invite you to train and learn to be a fairy at Alfea College. You can unlock your true self, and it--"
"Wait, stop." I held up a hand and processed what she had said. If it was true...but it wasn't true!
Or was it?
I crept down the hall, trying not to make noises. My eyes darted from wall to wall, looking for a sign of Shadow Girl.
After searching through a few hallways, four rooms, and a narrow corridor, I spotted her flattened against the wall. She was slowly inching outward, as if spying on someone. I smiled with satisfaction and raced toward her, trying not to make noise. She was so distracted she didn't even hear me until I grabbed her arm and tackled her. She landed we landed on the floor with a soft thump.
I heard someone gasp from down the hall, and fear flooded me. Both of us pressed ourselves against the velvet-lined wall, squeezing our eyes shut and holding out breath. A pair of footsteps drew closer. They were the only thing I could focus on. I tried to think of an alibi, an escape plan. anything that would help get out of this mess..
Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. I was hardly daring to believe I would be so narrowly lucky, but slowly, the clunking noises faded and the hall grew quiet once again.
The girl took a deep breath and wiped small beads of cold sweat from her forehead. She glared at me, still tense from our narrow escape. "You idiot. What'd you tackle me for?"
Anger flared inside me. "Why were you spying on me, then?"
"I wasn't spying!" The girl sighed. She took off the huge cloak she had been wearing, revealing a dark purple sweatshirt over a pair of deep blue fake-jeans and blue flat sandals. Her eyes were magenta and she had striking blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail. A pure black streak ran down one side. "Look, I'll explain everything. I'm Brooklyn."
I looked at her suspiciously for a few seconds, but then sighed. I wanted to hear what she had to say first. "I'm Arienne."
Brooklyn half-smiled. "I kn--I mean, uh, follow me." She looked around quickly to make sure we weren't being watched. "I know someplace we can talk."
We entered a huge, dusty room. The ceiling vaulted at least fifty feet high, and bookshelves towered above us, arranged in a circular design. In the center of the room, a golden platform stood. There was also a stand on top, with several books laid out on top.
Brooklyn slipped between two bookshelves into a quiet corner of the library. "I wanted to make sure we weren't going to be overheard," she whispered urgently, "because what I'm about to tell you is very, very important."
Sorry for the wait! I'm not going to be posting as frequently this week.
Ah... Neweth chapters.
―s. (Haha, I am funny. It starts with an ampersand, so it says AND at the beginning! :D)
I think you should insert an evil cackle right here, because I played a trick worthy of Jack Frost.
Okay, not really. But I said something that makes me think I should be cackling, though it probably shouldn't....
It is almost definitely getting through, so you should be able to see it and be confused.
~Acharne Strawberry feet.
Thanks. I think i got a post on that weird ― thing down below; I was trying something new and it wasn't compatible with Nick.
Hehe, I know you read. Of course I do. Anyways, yeah. You don't have to comment daily. Glad you liked it!
Great chapter! what's with the #8213 or whatever those numbers were? Brooklyn sounds pretty cool and it's actually really awesome that she was once a witch, it's a great back story and she will have knowledge that a lot of fairies won't have. i love this fan fic, please continue writing.
.>>If I don't list a POV, you can almost always assume it's Arienne. Also, credit to Altair for coming up with Brooklyn, though I doubt shes still reading. Chapter 11
It was a good thing I had always a rather fast runner, because Shadow Girl darted around corners with incredible speed, becoming a blur and shooting down the now deserted hallways I was soon sweating like crazy, but I still chased after her. After we had crossed at least half the school, I whipped around a statue of a fairy and she was gone. I sighed in exasperation and slowed to a walk, poking around for a sign of Shadow Girl.
So that was the new girl Arienne. She didn't seem like much, but from what I had been hearing, she was...special.
I stiffened as I heard voices coming from inside a room with a locked door. They sounded like the voices I always heard. I wasn't sure who they were yet, but I had suspicions. Then again, everything I knew had been pieced together by me. The little bits and pieces I had heard simply hadn't been enough.
I was always an outsider at Alfea, just because of what happened in the past. I was always marked as dangerous and most people averted my gaze and skirted around me. Sometimes I wish that I could forget about what I had done in the past. I was reminded every day, however, by the black streak that ran through my hair?the one I had gotten from leaving Alfea, joining the Trix, and becoming a witch. Now I was back at Alfea, although I still preferred being a witch.
Then, I had started to sense things that I hadn't been able to as a fairy―bits of dark magic flowing through the halls. I had started to eavesdrop on conversations everywhere. Being incredibly sneaky and mischievous, it was easy for me to dart around. At first, I hadn't heard anything important―just stuff about class and powers, the boys from Red Fountain, the occasional gossip about girls at the school. After a while, I started to know who to listen in to, and I had begun to hear about things, things that were going on in the school. Most of the conversations had hinted at a plan. There were mentions of other academies and captives at other times. Everything had a weird, mysterious, sinister take on it, something that wasn't right at a fairy school. Although Alfea had been quites safe once, maybe it wasn't now. One of my latest people to keep wary of had been Arienne, ever since her name had started coming up.
Could I have been mistaken? I didn't think so. Either way, I wasn't leaving this unless I had to, dangerous or not. It was all I had left. Plus, deep down inside, I knew I was up for a fight.
So caught up in my own thoughts, I didn't notice that the door had opened. Two pairs of footsteps clunked down the hall. This was my chance to figure out who was behind this. Slowly, I peeked out from behind the wall. I took a small, noiseless breath, and opened my eye, the suspense and excitement building within me.
Sorry for not being very active this week, I've been busy. Hope you liked!
Oh procrastination! It gets the best of us!
A similar thing happened to one my friends. She was supposed to write a special story when there were a certain number of people reading her stuff and she got there and still hasn't written her story.
Now she's past the next few checkpoints and behind on her thank-you stories. It's actually pretty funny! :D
Thank you! That's really nice of you to say....
I'm really, truly, sorry, but I don't think I can take any more fairies/characters.
I've started the next chapter, but I'm nowhere close to done. I'll try to get something done this week though, I promise. In the meantime, please try to put up with me.
here is my character:
allegiance: she is good and is part of a group called the amazing club.
personality: bouncy, but sometimes shy
moments: i don't know exactly what this means.
backstory: used to be part of musa's family, but got sent down to earth.
quirks: i don't know what this means.
Indeed. And I am miffi! BEcause my 3D gem model for science class isn't turning out right. Bleh.
Hi!!! Yeah, I bet I could write a whole chapter on how this story came together....
Hey! Wait! I totally forgot, I was supposed to do that as a special feature to celebrate 100 posts! Oops.
Whatever. I'll do it at 200 posts. If I ever get there.