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Re: Raging Storm
By: guest1383 Date: October 14, 2016, 9:57 pm
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Ambrose soon followed his sister and he was angry. But why? She
was her own person. The last permission she needed was his.
No one 'dragged' Winter out of anywhere. As soon as he took hold
of her, she pried his fingers off her arm and calmly followed
him outside. He shut the doors behind him- which, by the way did
not look suspicious at ALL.
The night sky did not compare to the skies of back home. It held
multiple moons of different colours. It was beautiful, but she
hardly had time to admire it before he attacked her with a salvo
of questions and assumptions.
Still in her evening gown, the tropical air felt good on her
shoulders. She ignored him and went over to the edge. She
quickly abandoned her shoes and flung her legs over the railing,
opting to sit on it and stare out over the village.
"It was a military school. " She conveinently left out the part
of her getting expelled. "Trust me, I can take care of myself.
Ni said you were on the brink of war. I think you need me,
whether or not you admit it. Also, I'm old enough. You just
don't see it for whatever reason."
Winter sighed. "In case you haven't noticed, I am not a child.
Besides, I've already agreed to it. There's nothing you can say
to change my mind either, prince."
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Re: Raging Storm
By: guest1220 Date: October 14, 2016, 10:07 pm
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"Military school? What, did the teacher make you sit in time out
or something? I highly doubt you can make it through this,
Winter. These girls aren't playing."
Winter was too casual about it. She did not understand how
dangerous it was. He watched her sit on the railing.
"I can take care of my own kingdom. Isn't there another one that
needs your attention. Say, your own? And you are still a child.
If your father was still alive he would agree."
When she said her mind was made up he growled. "Whatever. If you
want to do, fine by me. I can't stop you.". Then he walked off,
slamming the door behind him.
He paid no heed to the eyes that followed him out the room. They
could stare all they wanted, he was angry with them too. The
elders should have stopped her from volunteering. She was going
to get herself killed. She only had a day to prepare and the
other contestants had all their life.
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Re: Raging Storm
By: guest1268 Date: October 17, 2016, 5:48 pm
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Whatever he had meant to sway Winter with would not work. The
more he talked, the angrier he seemed to get. When he mentioned
her father, she glared at him. Who was he to speak of him?
Fortunately for his sake, he left.
The glass rattled as he slammed the door behind him. He could be
mad for all she cared. If anything she was doing it more for Ni
than him.
-
The next day, she was escorted to the training field where an
elderly woman with olive skin and grey hair was waiting for her
while sitting on a decaying tree stump. It took a moment to
realize that the woman was blind. Winter watched her closely,
intrigued by her elaborate clothing and intuitive gaze despite
lacking sight.
"Hello," greeted the woman. "So you're the new contestant.
Beauitful girl. White hair is a rarity. I sense dragon blood in
you. How peculiar. You do realize you are in a land of the
phoenix, don't you, Winter Ochoa?"
Winter blinked.
"Oh dont worry, no one is listening. If they were they would peg
me as an old loon. Now, tell me, why do you want to fight in our
tournament? Perhaps, for a boy? No. For atonement. Hmm...
Strange indeed. Well, lets get started, then shall we?"
Lost for words, Winter just stared at the woman as she stood,
putting her weight on a shriveled stick and walking away from
the training fields. Winter caught up to her, quickly and
followed her.
"How do you know my name?" she asked once she was beside the
woman.
Wrinkles moved as she grinned. "My dear, the universe speaks to
those who listen, now follow me."
They entered an old, one room shack. From floor to ceiling, were
stacks of books and shelves of concoctions in various colors and
shapes of containers. Winter frowned, second guessing the
woman's sanity.
"Fetch me the bottle on the East shelf, would you?" asked the
woman as she sat down on a stool beside the door. "It's
labelled, Illumini."
Winter did as she was told, but there was so many things. "What
color is it?" she asked, trying to narrow the search down.
The woman laughed. "My dear, how could I possibly know? I'm
blind in case you haven't noticed."
Winter threw and incredulous look at the woman and then went on
looking. Before long, she got the bottle and handed it the
woman.
"This will help you tomorrow," said the woman, pouring just a
small few drops onto a spoon that looked suspiciously dirty, and
held it out for Winter to take.
"Isn't that cheating?"
The woman smiled. "No, my child. This potion helps you see when
your vision is impaired."
"But my vision is fine."
"Exactly! Precaution is all, now drink, dear."
Winter hesitated, but in the end did as she was told. The liquid
was spicy and thick. She grimaced as the slime slid down her
throat. She thanked the woman.
"There is no need for training. You would only wear yourself
out. Just remember not to die or fail and all will go well."
Winter scoffed. "Erm... Thank you."
The woman grinned, showing off her toothless gums. "Of course,
child. You are free to leave, you're ready."
Winter shrugged and turned to leave when the woman cleared her
throat, stopping her. "Remember Winter Ochoa, there will always
be a fight that we win to lose or lose to win."
Winter wanted to ask what she meant, but there was a banging at
the door. She opened it and Ni was standing there, panting.
"I've been looking everywhere for you! Why at you in the storage
shed?" Ni asked, looking at her as if she was losing it.
"I met with my trainer-" Winter turned, pointing to where the
woman had been only to discover a broom was in her place.
Blinking, she turned around, facing the shed. There were no
books or concoctions, only various cleaning and upkeep supplies.
"Your trainer is waiting for you out on the field," said Ni,
slowly this time as she looked worriedly at her. "Did you sleep
well last night?"
Winter shook her head. Maybe she was losing her mind. "Yeah,
lets go."
-
The day quickly turned to night. Everyone else had gone to bed
and she had not seen Ambrose yet. She was too angry and anxious
to sleep, so she preoccupied her mind with a few extra training
sessions.
With bare hands, she jabbed and kicked at a black sack filled
with sand, that hung from a wooden post in the training field.
It was quiet, but her thoughts were loud enough to feel
suffocating.
She was not worried about losing, she was worried about losing
herself tomorrow during a fight.
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Re: Raging Storm
By: guest1220 Date: October 19, 2016, 10:56 am
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There were enough preparations to keep him busy for the day. He
was just finishing up when he saw her, bathed in the moonlight.
Her punches and kicks hit the sand bag as he watched her flex
beneath the movement. Not wanting to startle her, he cleared his
throat and made himself known to her. He walked to her after
that, his gaze never leaving her.
"Hey I'm sorry about the night before."
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Re: Raging Storm
By: guest1268 Date: October 19, 2016, 11:18 am
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He got out, "hey" before she turned, grabbed him, and flipped
him onto his back. Chest heaving, she held him there against mud
and rock. Her blue eyes had been covered up by a grey film,
disguising their intense color. Despite staring straight into
his eyes, she did not really see him. Her lips pulled back into
a snarl as she lingered there, knees pinning his arms and her
hands around his wrists.
Suddenly, she blinked and the film over her eyes receeded.
Gazing down, her eyes slid over her body, seemingly confused
about the position she was in. She removed her knees from his
arms and then her hands from his wrists. She went to stand, but
the slick ground caused her toes to lose grip. Winter fell
against him, her entire body shaking.
"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I didn't hear you come up."
The second time, she successfully removed herself from him, and
rolled over onto the ground into a sitting position. She tugged
at the band that locked her hair against her head, causing her
hair to tumble down her shoulders. Her fingers raked the
strands.
"I'm sorry," she repeated, not looking up from her lap. There
was nothing else she knew to say.
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