Buuuuurn! Eat it Luna! Nah, I'm just kidding. You've definately got a nice story here Gamer. Keep it up.
Full Version: Luna Lioria
Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!! Buuuuurn! Eat it Luna! Nah, I'm just kidding. You've definately got a nice story here Gamer. Keep it up.
Buuuuurn! Eat it Luna! Nah, I'm just kidding. You've definately got a nice story here Gamer. Keep it up.
Very nice Gamer, I'm never sure what exactly to expect from the next update and thats what really keeps me interested. Your general style and the way you portray the characters makes this story lively and entertaining. Keep it up.
I dreaded having to wake up several hours later and stand watch on deck with Edward. He, as usual, would act vague and confused as I stood beside him, and this is what troubled me, his lack of confidence.
Sure, I knew that there was something in his past that makes him act this way, but I couldn’t quite understand why that would cause him to dislike my concern, I’d have thought he would be desperate for friendship.
So, it was as I predicted, and several hours later Edward and I were standing on the deck of the ship looking out over the ocean for any approaching ships.
“Luna, come here.” Captain Ponius ordered, and I approached her.
“Edward is quite an eccentric isn’t he?” she asked.
I nodded, “I don’t think that’s all it is though, he seems rather lost.”
She raised an eyebrow questioningly, “How so?”
“He doesn’t no how to react – to almost anything. I think the only emotion he recognizes is fear.”
“Why is he so afraid, Luna?”
I shook my head, “I don’t know, but I wish he’d tell me. It’s strange enough sleeping a few feet away from a boy who stays awake all night.”
Edward and I stood watch for the next two hours, but neither of us could work up the courage to speak to the other.
When the watch was over, Edward began to saunter away gloomily, but something made me grab him by the shirt.
“Edward- look!” I cried out, turning him around.
He pulled away and turned to where I signaled, in the distance was none other than – the setting sun. Why didn’t he appreciate such a marvel?
“Luna – its just the sun.”
“No,” I told him firmly, “No Edward, its not. It signifies the end of the day, and the coming of the night, it’s a time to look back on the day’s achievements and ponder your own existence. Don’t you see?’
“No, I don’t.”
Frustrated, I pushed him from my path and tore across the deck, heading below.
I didn’t see him reach out in desperation at me as I passed, and whisper, “I only wish you’d teach me how.” Then, his last bit of hope gone, his arm dropped once again to his side, and he collapsed on the deck, leaning against the ships railing and sobbing into his hands as I sat on my hammock below.
Edward came down several hours later, but I pretended to be asleep. Windswept was cuddled up with me, and I knew that Edward needed a companion at a time like this, but the dog had chosen me.
“Luna, you’re awake aren’t you?” he asked accusingly.
Startled I raised my head and glowered at him, “How could you tell?”
“I’ve watched you sleep many a time, you look so much more peaceful when you sleep.”
“Oh,” was all I could manage, Windswept had decided that he wanted to speak with his “master” and had left me to lie alone.
I did feel the slightest bit guilty; ignoring Edward certainly wouldn’t help his emotional condition at the moment.
“Luna, do you ever care about where this ship might take you?”
“No,” I lied, “Edward, does it matter?”
“I just wondered, that’s all.”
“Well don’t, okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
That was it.
I jumped to my feet to face him.
“Edward, damn it all, you do understand. You know kindness, but you won’t let it show. Something’s made you afraid, and if you don’t tell me what it is how am I supposed to help you?” I threw my hands out at him, as if to wring his neck.
“I don’t know what makes me afraid, don’t believe me if you don’t want to, but Luna-“ he broke off, but didn’t cry. He was holding it back, I knew.
“Edward, if you want to cry, go ahead.”
“Please, Luna, don’t act so indifferent. You’re right, I do know kindness, I just wish I knew how to express myself the way you do.”
My frustration with him faded, and I smiled, even though I was puzzled. Taking a step closer to him, I raised my hand to his cheek.
“Let me show you how,” I said, and with a passion so furious as to only be rivaled by the goddess of love herself, I pressed my lips against his.
I only realized several moments later that Edward had no plan to break the kiss, so I was the one who pulled away.
“That was ridiculous Edward, you didn’t even try,” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
“Luna, don’t do that again – at least not while I’m stuck living several feet away from you.” He sighed and sat down on his hammock, but jumped up again.
“Captain Ponius!”
I quickly turned my gaze towards the stairs, and there stood Captain Ponius, a grin on her face.
“Well then, that’s settled.” She said, and without another word she strolled back up onto the deck, leaving Edward and I at a loss for words as we stared at each other then back at the stairs.
I guess it was settled. At least, I hoped.
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The story should start to pick up from the next update, but I try to put a lot of emphasis on the development of the characters and their emotions, which in general slows down the story.
-Gamer10
Sure, I knew that there was something in his past that makes him act this way, but I couldn’t quite understand why that would cause him to dislike my concern, I’d have thought he would be desperate for friendship.
So, it was as I predicted, and several hours later Edward and I were standing on the deck of the ship looking out over the ocean for any approaching ships.
“Luna, come here.” Captain Ponius ordered, and I approached her.
“Edward is quite an eccentric isn’t he?” she asked.
I nodded, “I don’t think that’s all it is though, he seems rather lost.”
She raised an eyebrow questioningly, “How so?”
“He doesn’t no how to react – to almost anything. I think the only emotion he recognizes is fear.”
“Why is he so afraid, Luna?”
I shook my head, “I don’t know, but I wish he’d tell me. It’s strange enough sleeping a few feet away from a boy who stays awake all night.”
Edward and I stood watch for the next two hours, but neither of us could work up the courage to speak to the other.
When the watch was over, Edward began to saunter away gloomily, but something made me grab him by the shirt.
“Edward- look!” I cried out, turning him around.
He pulled away and turned to where I signaled, in the distance was none other than – the setting sun. Why didn’t he appreciate such a marvel?
“Luna – its just the sun.”
“No,” I told him firmly, “No Edward, its not. It signifies the end of the day, and the coming of the night, it’s a time to look back on the day’s achievements and ponder your own existence. Don’t you see?’
“No, I don’t.”
Frustrated, I pushed him from my path and tore across the deck, heading below.
I didn’t see him reach out in desperation at me as I passed, and whisper, “I only wish you’d teach me how.” Then, his last bit of hope gone, his arm dropped once again to his side, and he collapsed on the deck, leaning against the ships railing and sobbing into his hands as I sat on my hammock below.
Edward came down several hours later, but I pretended to be asleep. Windswept was cuddled up with me, and I knew that Edward needed a companion at a time like this, but the dog had chosen me.
“Luna, you’re awake aren’t you?” he asked accusingly.
Startled I raised my head and glowered at him, “How could you tell?”
“I’ve watched you sleep many a time, you look so much more peaceful when you sleep.”
“Oh,” was all I could manage, Windswept had decided that he wanted to speak with his “master” and had left me to lie alone.
I did feel the slightest bit guilty; ignoring Edward certainly wouldn’t help his emotional condition at the moment.
“Luna, do you ever care about where this ship might take you?”
“No,” I lied, “Edward, does it matter?”
“I just wondered, that’s all.”
“Well don’t, okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
That was it.
I jumped to my feet to face him.
“Edward, damn it all, you do understand. You know kindness, but you won’t let it show. Something’s made you afraid, and if you don’t tell me what it is how am I supposed to help you?” I threw my hands out at him, as if to wring his neck.
“I don’t know what makes me afraid, don’t believe me if you don’t want to, but Luna-“ he broke off, but didn’t cry. He was holding it back, I knew.
“Edward, if you want to cry, go ahead.”
“Please, Luna, don’t act so indifferent. You’re right, I do know kindness, I just wish I knew how to express myself the way you do.”
My frustration with him faded, and I smiled, even though I was puzzled. Taking a step closer to him, I raised my hand to his cheek.
“Let me show you how,” I said, and with a passion so furious as to only be rivaled by the goddess of love herself, I pressed my lips against his.
I only realized several moments later that Edward had no plan to break the kiss, so I was the one who pulled away.
“That was ridiculous Edward, you didn’t even try,” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
“Luna, don’t do that again – at least not while I’m stuck living several feet away from you.” He sighed and sat down on his hammock, but jumped up again.
“Captain Ponius!”
I quickly turned my gaze towards the stairs, and there stood Captain Ponius, a grin on her face.
“Well then, that’s settled.” She said, and without another word she strolled back up onto the deck, leaving Edward and I at a loss for words as we stared at each other then back at the stairs.
I guess it was settled. At least, I hoped.
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The story should start to pick up from the next update, but I try to put a lot of emphasis on the development of the characters and their emotions, which in general slows down the story.
-Gamer10
QUOTE(gamer10 @ Feb 27 2006, 06:42 PM)
The story should start to pick up from the next update, but I try to put a lot of emphasis on the development of the characters and their emotions, which in general slows down the story.
-Gamer10
-Gamer10
I don't think it slows the story Gamer, emotion is one of the strong points of your writing after all. This part is well done, I really like watching the characters develope and Edward finally showing some signs of emotion are an excellent example. Very good mate, keep it up.
“Edward – ?! What are you doing?”
He turned around to face me and I opened my mouth to scream, but as I did so my eyes peered down at his hand, and I watched as he removed his swords blade from me.
“Edward?” I choked out, “Edward, why?”
“Goodbye Luna,” he whispered his eyes glinting with sudden lunacy, “Goodbye.”
Darkness prevailed.
I awoke with a start, and with a headache. Scattered memories of the night were etched upon my brain. The images of my dream were blurry and confusing. So, I tried not to remember, for it only worsened my headache.
Edward wasn’t in his hammock, but Windswept was, the dog was fast asleep.
I strolled over to it and patted it gently on the head as it slept; it opened one eye and peered up at me.
“What’s your secret?” I asked it, humoring myself.
“Funny you should ask.”
Startled, I glanced up, my eyes obviously displaying my shock.
Edward laughed, “I think you fell for it.”
I rolled my eyes, “No, Edward – “I didn’t finish.
He took hold of my arm, “C’mon Luna, lets go up, I think we’ve anchored somewhere.”
My eyes lit up, “Really?”
He nodded, “Well, I think so. I haven’t been on deck, and I can’t tell the difference right after waking up, so hurry-“
We went upon deck, and sure enough. Our ship was anchored, but where?
Captain Ponius and the crew were nowhere in sight.
“I think they might’ve gone off looking for food, we’re rather low on supplies you know, and Captain Ponius doesn’t have a steady income of treasure to purchase supplies with.”
Edward grinned at me, “Looks like we’re alone for now.”
“Don’t get any ideas!” I said warily, looking about the land in front of us.
I was most certainly either part of the mainland of Tamriel, or a humongous island that stretched very far.
He turned around to face me and I opened my mouth to scream, but as I did so my eyes peered down at his hand, and I watched as he removed his swords blade from me.
“Edward?” I choked out, “Edward, why?”
“Goodbye Luna,” he whispered his eyes glinting with sudden lunacy, “Goodbye.”
Darkness prevailed.
I awoke with a start, and with a headache. Scattered memories of the night were etched upon my brain. The images of my dream were blurry and confusing. So, I tried not to remember, for it only worsened my headache.
Edward wasn’t in his hammock, but Windswept was, the dog was fast asleep.
I strolled over to it and patted it gently on the head as it slept; it opened one eye and peered up at me.
“What’s your secret?” I asked it, humoring myself.
“Funny you should ask.”
Startled, I glanced up, my eyes obviously displaying my shock.
Edward laughed, “I think you fell for it.”
I rolled my eyes, “No, Edward – “I didn’t finish.
He took hold of my arm, “C’mon Luna, lets go up, I think we’ve anchored somewhere.”
My eyes lit up, “Really?”
He nodded, “Well, I think so. I haven’t been on deck, and I can’t tell the difference right after waking up, so hurry-“
We went upon deck, and sure enough. Our ship was anchored, but where?
Captain Ponius and the crew were nowhere in sight.
“I think they might’ve gone off looking for food, we’re rather low on supplies you know, and Captain Ponius doesn’t have a steady income of treasure to purchase supplies with.”
Edward grinned at me, “Looks like we’re alone for now.”
“Don’t get any ideas!” I said warily, looking about the land in front of us.
I was most certainly either part of the mainland of Tamriel, or a humongous island that stretched very far.
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Ohhh really, it's getting better this story, you are doing a fabulous story gamer, and I really love it.
I was right when I thought luna and Edward would kiss, but I had hoped they would get together though. Thanks for writing gamer.
Ohhh really, it's getting better this story, you are doing a fabulous story gamer, and I really love it.
I was right when I thought luna and Edward would kiss, but I had hoped they would get together though. Thanks for writing gamer.
Just got caught up, and wow, this story has really progressed. Not only is "Nameless" no longer nameless, but has some deep, dark, perhaps even unknown secret that threatens Luna's very existence. Additionally, I still get the feeling that there's a lot more to Windswept than meets the eye. Thanks for the great update(s); I'm really looking forward to seeing what happens next.
Oh...I´m so sorry I´ve missed a lot of your updates, but rest assure..i´ll catch up! This story is faaar too good not to follow!
Sometimes new things can be wonderful, but on the other hand, if I were to judge by my experiences from the moment I stepped out into the darkened, snowy, and bitterly cold streets of the Imperial City, I would say that new things are not my preference right now. I’d find myself thinking that sticking to old and “normal” things would have been a more intelligent decision on my behalf.
On the other hand, when I think of Edward, I don’t hesitate for a second to think that this has been for the better. I can almost certainly say that living in a barn with a “dog” and scrounging for food in order to survive is without doubt not a way that any sane person would want. I’m sorry if you like living in a barn, but if you do you’re probably crazy. Then again, Edward seemed reluctant to leave his last home.
The crew returned hours later, all with a look of a very hopeless despair “plastered” onto their faces. When I approached Captain Ponius, she shook her head and walked on. I followed after her as she motioned for the rest of the crew to board the ship.
“What’s the matter Captain?” I inquired.
She looked at me, smiling a bit feebly, “Luna, we’ve been unsuccessful in discovering any edible items, or that at least looked edible. We’re completely out of rations, and we have no idea where we are at the moment. We’re going to have to hustle and find a port city so we can stock up on supplies, and we have to find it soon or we’ll be out of operation, if you get my point.”
I nodded, “Is this a first.”
Captain Ponius sighed, “Sadly, no. Quite frankly it happens often, and it really isn’t anything to worry you over, never has a man or woman died from starvation aboard my ship, and it won’t happen now. Now disease, that’s a whole other story.”
I frowned, “So, how do we know where to find supplies if you haven’t the faintest clue as to where we are?”
She didn’t answer, and I took that to mean something bad, but nonetheless I acted enthusiastically optimistic when I went and spoke with Edward about the dilemma.
“Luna if we don’t have any food, and we don’t know where we are, how the hell are we supposed to survive?” He appeared angry but I knew he was only concerned, “I’m starting to think that livin’ in a barn wasn’t such a bad idea.”
“Don’t talk like that, besides, that barn smelled terrible.” I grinned, trying to make light of the situation, but I knew that the situation could easily be labeled as desperate.
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Sorry about the relative brevity of the passage, but I’m busy at the moment, perhaps an update late today, if not probably on Thursday.
-gamer10
On the other hand, when I think of Edward, I don’t hesitate for a second to think that this has been for the better. I can almost certainly say that living in a barn with a “dog” and scrounging for food in order to survive is without doubt not a way that any sane person would want. I’m sorry if you like living in a barn, but if you do you’re probably crazy. Then again, Edward seemed reluctant to leave his last home.
The crew returned hours later, all with a look of a very hopeless despair “plastered” onto their faces. When I approached Captain Ponius, she shook her head and walked on. I followed after her as she motioned for the rest of the crew to board the ship.
“What’s the matter Captain?” I inquired.
She looked at me, smiling a bit feebly, “Luna, we’ve been unsuccessful in discovering any edible items, or that at least looked edible. We’re completely out of rations, and we have no idea where we are at the moment. We’re going to have to hustle and find a port city so we can stock up on supplies, and we have to find it soon or we’ll be out of operation, if you get my point.”
I nodded, “Is this a first.”
Captain Ponius sighed, “Sadly, no. Quite frankly it happens often, and it really isn’t anything to worry you over, never has a man or woman died from starvation aboard my ship, and it won’t happen now. Now disease, that’s a whole other story.”
I frowned, “So, how do we know where to find supplies if you haven’t the faintest clue as to where we are?”
She didn’t answer, and I took that to mean something bad, but nonetheless I acted enthusiastically optimistic when I went and spoke with Edward about the dilemma.
“Luna if we don’t have any food, and we don’t know where we are, how the hell are we supposed to survive?” He appeared angry but I knew he was only concerned, “I’m starting to think that livin’ in a barn wasn’t such a bad idea.”
“Don’t talk like that, besides, that barn smelled terrible.” I grinned, trying to make light of the situation, but I knew that the situation could easily be labeled as desperate.
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Sorry about the relative brevity of the passage, but I’m busy at the moment, perhaps an update late today, if not probably on Thursday.
-gamer10
I'll be waiting...thanks for updatin Gamer...I did notmanage my deadline that was to yesterday either...so it's not only you who is busy.....wonderfull update, to bad they dont find any food...they might just get sick....:paperbag:
For the sake of Azura! Another one I´ve apparently neglected to comment for quite some time! Please bear with me! I´m reading and I like what I read.....but that´s often it...
But please keep it coming !!!
But please keep it coming !!!
It was in the early hours of the morning the following day that I realized that Edward and I were not welcome among the ships crew. Indeed, as I strolled onto the deck, Edward still asleep in his hammock, they were gathered in a group, chattering vehemently among themselves.
I waved to one, but in return I got nothing more than a hurried glimpse as they dispersed. Immediately, I recognized something was the matter, but then again, when was everything just fine?
I leaned over the railing as we sailed, and I watched several men fishing, so I guess we wouldn’t be that bad off after all, but would fish really hold us until our next stop?
Not but a short time later, by my estimates less than half of an hour, Edward came upon me looking out over the waters, as he yawned and stretched. “Mornin’,” he muttered, his arms falling to his sides.
“Good morning,” I returned, wondering whether or not to cede my suspicions of the situation of apparent hostility concerning the crew to his rather “sensitive” ears. I certainly did not want to frighten him, for I knew his reaction would be first one of fear, and perhaps would not change from that.
“It’s nice outside today, clear skies, shining sun, fish for food,” I added the last bit disdainfully, letting my head droop so that my forehead touched the wooden railing.
He laughed cheerfully, “Hey, it’s better than nothin’.” He slapped his hand down hard on the railing beside my head, and I jerked it (in this case the it being my head, though something of his could of used a slight bit of a jerking as well) upward, slightly surprised at his lighthearted disposition.
“If there’s something to be so cheerful about, please share whatever it is with me,” I said cynically, my hands gripping the railing as I heaved a sigh.
“We’re both alive; I take it that should be good enough.”
I looked at him apprehensively, my fingers tapping a rhythm, “We may not be for long, not with what we’ve been through already, I’ll be damned if it doesn’t get any worse.”
“Well be damned then, I’ll be happy.” He said, sounding slightly hurt by my pessimistic abruptness.
“Edward, with you its awkward depression one day and exaggerated happiness the next,” I stated in that all too familiar matter of fact tone.
“Luna, with you its superfluous worry one day, and even more the next, you really need to view things in at least some light.”
I looked at him uneasily, but then grinned, “Big word Edward, I don’t suppose you actually know the meaning of superfluous.”
He cocked an eyebrow, “Well, aren’t we haughty?”
“Yes, I suppose I am, and what of it.”
To this, he had no retort, but he gave me a sly look before sauntering off. “That’s right, run away,” I yelled teasingly after him. He turned his head in mid step, and stumbled over himself, crashing into a barrel before rebounding backward onto the deck, sprawled out on his back. Gasping slightly, I hurried over, kneeling beside him. His eyes were closed and I took it he must’ve hit his head hard.
“Oh it can’t be that bad,” I mumbled, reaching out to shake him.
Suddenly his hand gripped my wrist and I was pulled atop him, in a flurry of arms and legs and changing positions for several moments, I ended up on top.
“Edward!” I shrieked disapprovingly, “How dare you?”
He just grinned, and I moved away from him, using the culprit barrel as my support, moments later he too was standing. “I seriously cannot believe you did that.” I said as I tried to catch my breath.
His grin disappeared, “I’m sorry Luna, but seriously, you need to smile more often.”
I shook my head in disbelief, “As if you’re any better, mister emotionally unstable.” I finished and stomped off, the thought of an aggressive crew now the last thing on my mind.
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Well, hopefully this story has been satisfying up to this point, I decided to sit down and write a little more, and hopefully I can update tomorrow as well. I can never know what life has to throw at me. May your Oblivion playing be wonderful, as mine sure as heck is going to be.
-Gamer10
I waved to one, but in return I got nothing more than a hurried glimpse as they dispersed. Immediately, I recognized something was the matter, but then again, when was everything just fine?
I leaned over the railing as we sailed, and I watched several men fishing, so I guess we wouldn’t be that bad off after all, but would fish really hold us until our next stop?
Not but a short time later, by my estimates less than half of an hour, Edward came upon me looking out over the waters, as he yawned and stretched. “Mornin’,” he muttered, his arms falling to his sides.
“Good morning,” I returned, wondering whether or not to cede my suspicions of the situation of apparent hostility concerning the crew to his rather “sensitive” ears. I certainly did not want to frighten him, for I knew his reaction would be first one of fear, and perhaps would not change from that.
“It’s nice outside today, clear skies, shining sun, fish for food,” I added the last bit disdainfully, letting my head droop so that my forehead touched the wooden railing.
He laughed cheerfully, “Hey, it’s better than nothin’.” He slapped his hand down hard on the railing beside my head, and I jerked it (in this case the it being my head, though something of his could of used a slight bit of a jerking as well) upward, slightly surprised at his lighthearted disposition.
“If there’s something to be so cheerful about, please share whatever it is with me,” I said cynically, my hands gripping the railing as I heaved a sigh.
“We’re both alive; I take it that should be good enough.”
I looked at him apprehensively, my fingers tapping a rhythm, “We may not be for long, not with what we’ve been through already, I’ll be damned if it doesn’t get any worse.”
“Well be damned then, I’ll be happy.” He said, sounding slightly hurt by my pessimistic abruptness.
“Edward, with you its awkward depression one day and exaggerated happiness the next,” I stated in that all too familiar matter of fact tone.
“Luna, with you its superfluous worry one day, and even more the next, you really need to view things in at least some light.”
I looked at him uneasily, but then grinned, “Big word Edward, I don’t suppose you actually know the meaning of superfluous.”
He cocked an eyebrow, “Well, aren’t we haughty?”
“Yes, I suppose I am, and what of it.”
To this, he had no retort, but he gave me a sly look before sauntering off. “That’s right, run away,” I yelled teasingly after him. He turned his head in mid step, and stumbled over himself, crashing into a barrel before rebounding backward onto the deck, sprawled out on his back. Gasping slightly, I hurried over, kneeling beside him. His eyes were closed and I took it he must’ve hit his head hard.
“Oh it can’t be that bad,” I mumbled, reaching out to shake him.
Suddenly his hand gripped my wrist and I was pulled atop him, in a flurry of arms and legs and changing positions for several moments, I ended up on top.
“Edward!” I shrieked disapprovingly, “How dare you?”
He just grinned, and I moved away from him, using the culprit barrel as my support, moments later he too was standing. “I seriously cannot believe you did that.” I said as I tried to catch my breath.
His grin disappeared, “I’m sorry Luna, but seriously, you need to smile more often.”
I shook my head in disbelief, “As if you’re any better, mister emotionally unstable.” I finished and stomped off, the thought of an aggressive crew now the last thing on my mind.
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Well, hopefully this story has been satisfying up to this point, I decided to sit down and write a little more, and hopefully I can update tomorrow as well. I can never know what life has to throw at me. May your Oblivion playing be wonderful, as mine sure as heck is going to be.
-Gamer10
Great to see an update. The writing is sure and concise- interesting characters that keep us guessing. I look forward to more.
Very nice update!.....I agree with Master treydog about your writing style..and even if I don´t reply always.....I do read!! And enjoy it..
This is perhaps the biggest update ever, since the first post, and it was written in a time span of forty minutes or so without any previous planning as I’d done up till then. I know where I’m going with this story, and it should only continue to develop and grow from here on out. Enjoy, and beware the many typos that probably still exist, as I haven’t taken the time to edit it.
-Gamer10
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It was getting worse, I could tell. It may not yet have been apparent to Edward, or, if Windswept was capable of realizing such things, him as well. The crew seemed to me to have taken on an intimidating air. It didn’t do to calm my nerves, nor the captain, who noticed something, thought not quite sure what, was out of place, and approached me about it as I was preparing to approach her.
The usually bright and relaxed face of Captain Ponius was filled with obvious worry as she advanced toward where I was laying in my hammock, staring impassively up at the damp wooden ceiling, and listening to the sound of Windswept breathing.
“Where’s Edward?” She asked suddenly, a hint of concern flowing out with her words as she stood above me.
I didn’t answer, because I hadn’t heard her, but she repeated herself, this time in a firm, demanding manner, which immediately secured my attention. She’d spoken as never before, her voice a mixture of anxiety, ferocity, and a surprising uncertainty.
“Luna, damn it, pay attention. Where the hell is Edward?”
I raised my head, supporting myself with my elbow as I sat up. “I don’t know, on deck I suppose, fooling around,” I told her, then shrugged.
She yanked me up by my shoulders, and I winced and pushed her off. To my surprise she grabbed hold of me tighter.
“Luna you have to find Edward now, there’s trouble, I know it. Bring Edward and yourself to my cabin, and make haste.” She hurried off, her hand drifting regularly past the hilt of her sword, which was tucked in its sheath.
I stood up and hurried to the deck, where I saw Edward leaning against a mast and talking to one of the shipmen. I quickly made my way over to him, and he stopped talking and glanced hesitantly at me, and I met his gaze and realized for a moment there that he did realize there was something happening.
“Luna,” he told me once we were alone by the mast as the other man chuckled and sauntered off, “Something terrible is happening, I heard them.”
I shot him an apprehensive glare, “Whatever, hurry up we need to get to the Captain’s cabin, then you can tell me whatever you feel like.”
He flinched at my stare, but followed after me as I made my way to the Captain’s cabin.
We entered and I let Edward enter first, shutting the door behind me and turning the lock. Captain Ponius was seated at a table and she beckoned for us to come. I took the remaining seat, and Edward sat on the ground, which was probably more comfortable anyway.
“Now I’m gonna cut to the point real quick here, I fear that we might not have much time.” I nodded, and Edward just went about looking even more frightened.
“Some of you might have noticed it, but then again you might not have, but the crew has been acting rather rowdy lately, even to the point of disobeying direct commands from myself.” She paused and lifted a goblet to her lips, then continued. “I was listening at the door of my cabin last night, and I overheard the crew, judging by what I heard that night I take it their planning to mutiny.”
I shook my head, and mouthed “no.”
“I’m afraid so Luna, there’s no possible way they were discussing anything else, I mean what else-“ she stopped, and I stopped listening. Turning our heads, we looked directly at Edward, his head was buried in his hands and he was sobbing, near silently.
“Edward,” I asked calmly, suspecting it to be a fit of fear, “What’s the matter?”
He said nothing for a long while, and as I sat there I began to get nervous, then all of a sudden he spoke up, but it was quiet and he sounded sick through his sobbing.
“I’m –sorr-rry,” he muttered, looking up at me with teary eyes and then burying his face in his hands again.
“Edward?” I asked, “Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry.” He repeated, and he stopped crying, but his head was still protected by his hands.
“Edward, what was it you were going to tell me on deck, what were you going to say?”
He didn’t answer and I quickly grew impatient, the situation did not require this complication. I knelt in front of him, leaving my chair, and pulled his hands away from his face. “Edward, look at me and tell what this is about.”
He used his hands to push himself away from me, as if he was fleeing from danger, “I knew, Luna, I knew.”
The first question that came to mind was, “For how long?”
“Ever since – before – before you kissed me, I knew,” and he broke down sobbing again.
I was up in a moment, and I approached him rapidly, my mind racing with spite. “You knew,” I spat angrily, “You knew and you couldn’t tell me. I’d of thought that you loved me, I thought I mattered to you Edward, the same way you mattered to me.”
“You do matter to me Luna, please don’t-“ he cowered as I kicked out at him.
“Shut up!” I yelled, “Just shut up. You know what’s going to happen to us now; we’re probably going to be killed. We’re going to die because of you, because you didn’t tell us, we couldn’t escape. I hate you!”
I was on him in a fury, my hand in a fist as I pounded his face and all the rest of him I could find. All I heard was the revolting sobs of a traitor who deserved no more than death. I barely realized that I wasn’t hitting anything moments later, that I’d been pulled away by someone much stronger than myself, that I’d been thrown to the ground away from Edward. I only came to my senses when the tip of a blade was at my throat, at first I though Edward had managed to throw me off him and draw his sword, but I knew that this wasn’t his sword. It belonged to the Captain.
“Enough you stupid girl! This is not the time for such irrational behavior as you have displayed. He has admitted to his guilt, and needs sympathy, not pain. There is more than what he’s told us, I’m sure.” She sheathed her sword and offered her hand, “Indeed, Edward is not a traitor, but more of an honest, yet fearful young man caught between dire circumstances, and unsure of which path to take.”
I was breathing heavily, and I took her hand as I struggled to regain my breath. As I stood I realized my hands were wet, and I glanced down at them. At this point I nearly bent over sick, they were smeared with blood, and I glanced over at Edward, who was staring up at me in such a manner of shock that I immediately pitied him.
I started to speak “Edward-“, knowing that what I’d done was far beyond my power to repair. He’d have to forgive me of his own free will, and I mustn’t beg for forgiveness. So I said no more but felt uncomfortable as he sat there wiping his various cuts with the back of his hand and looking at the blood that’d smeared there.
“Luna,” the Captain said firmly, and my attention shifted to her. “We have a lot to do, or we will certainly face death, come now sit and let us speak. Edward will be okay, he’s not as bad as he looks, and seeing as how the ships doctor is probably involved in the mutiny, we must not call for him.”
I retook my seat, and the plotting began.
-Gamer10
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It was getting worse, I could tell. It may not yet have been apparent to Edward, or, if Windswept was capable of realizing such things, him as well. The crew seemed to me to have taken on an intimidating air. It didn’t do to calm my nerves, nor the captain, who noticed something, thought not quite sure what, was out of place, and approached me about it as I was preparing to approach her.
The usually bright and relaxed face of Captain Ponius was filled with obvious worry as she advanced toward where I was laying in my hammock, staring impassively up at the damp wooden ceiling, and listening to the sound of Windswept breathing.
“Where’s Edward?” She asked suddenly, a hint of concern flowing out with her words as she stood above me.
I didn’t answer, because I hadn’t heard her, but she repeated herself, this time in a firm, demanding manner, which immediately secured my attention. She’d spoken as never before, her voice a mixture of anxiety, ferocity, and a surprising uncertainty.
“Luna, damn it, pay attention. Where the hell is Edward?”
I raised my head, supporting myself with my elbow as I sat up. “I don’t know, on deck I suppose, fooling around,” I told her, then shrugged.
She yanked me up by my shoulders, and I winced and pushed her off. To my surprise she grabbed hold of me tighter.
“Luna you have to find Edward now, there’s trouble, I know it. Bring Edward and yourself to my cabin, and make haste.” She hurried off, her hand drifting regularly past the hilt of her sword, which was tucked in its sheath.
I stood up and hurried to the deck, where I saw Edward leaning against a mast and talking to one of the shipmen. I quickly made my way over to him, and he stopped talking and glanced hesitantly at me, and I met his gaze and realized for a moment there that he did realize there was something happening.
“Luna,” he told me once we were alone by the mast as the other man chuckled and sauntered off, “Something terrible is happening, I heard them.”
I shot him an apprehensive glare, “Whatever, hurry up we need to get to the Captain’s cabin, then you can tell me whatever you feel like.”
He flinched at my stare, but followed after me as I made my way to the Captain’s cabin.
We entered and I let Edward enter first, shutting the door behind me and turning the lock. Captain Ponius was seated at a table and she beckoned for us to come. I took the remaining seat, and Edward sat on the ground, which was probably more comfortable anyway.
“Now I’m gonna cut to the point real quick here, I fear that we might not have much time.” I nodded, and Edward just went about looking even more frightened.
“Some of you might have noticed it, but then again you might not have, but the crew has been acting rather rowdy lately, even to the point of disobeying direct commands from myself.” She paused and lifted a goblet to her lips, then continued. “I was listening at the door of my cabin last night, and I overheard the crew, judging by what I heard that night I take it their planning to mutiny.”
I shook my head, and mouthed “no.”
“I’m afraid so Luna, there’s no possible way they were discussing anything else, I mean what else-“ she stopped, and I stopped listening. Turning our heads, we looked directly at Edward, his head was buried in his hands and he was sobbing, near silently.
“Edward,” I asked calmly, suspecting it to be a fit of fear, “What’s the matter?”
He said nothing for a long while, and as I sat there I began to get nervous, then all of a sudden he spoke up, but it was quiet and he sounded sick through his sobbing.
“I’m –sorr-rry,” he muttered, looking up at me with teary eyes and then burying his face in his hands again.
“Edward?” I asked, “Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry.” He repeated, and he stopped crying, but his head was still protected by his hands.
“Edward, what was it you were going to tell me on deck, what were you going to say?”
He didn’t answer and I quickly grew impatient, the situation did not require this complication. I knelt in front of him, leaving my chair, and pulled his hands away from his face. “Edward, look at me and tell what this is about.”
He used his hands to push himself away from me, as if he was fleeing from danger, “I knew, Luna, I knew.”
The first question that came to mind was, “For how long?”
“Ever since – before – before you kissed me, I knew,” and he broke down sobbing again.
I was up in a moment, and I approached him rapidly, my mind racing with spite. “You knew,” I spat angrily, “You knew and you couldn’t tell me. I’d of thought that you loved me, I thought I mattered to you Edward, the same way you mattered to me.”
“You do matter to me Luna, please don’t-“ he cowered as I kicked out at him.
“Shut up!” I yelled, “Just shut up. You know what’s going to happen to us now; we’re probably going to be killed. We’re going to die because of you, because you didn’t tell us, we couldn’t escape. I hate you!”
I was on him in a fury, my hand in a fist as I pounded his face and all the rest of him I could find. All I heard was the revolting sobs of a traitor who deserved no more than death. I barely realized that I wasn’t hitting anything moments later, that I’d been pulled away by someone much stronger than myself, that I’d been thrown to the ground away from Edward. I only came to my senses when the tip of a blade was at my throat, at first I though Edward had managed to throw me off him and draw his sword, but I knew that this wasn’t his sword. It belonged to the Captain.
“Enough you stupid girl! This is not the time for such irrational behavior as you have displayed. He has admitted to his guilt, and needs sympathy, not pain. There is more than what he’s told us, I’m sure.” She sheathed her sword and offered her hand, “Indeed, Edward is not a traitor, but more of an honest, yet fearful young man caught between dire circumstances, and unsure of which path to take.”
I was breathing heavily, and I took her hand as I struggled to regain my breath. As I stood I realized my hands were wet, and I glanced down at them. At this point I nearly bent over sick, they were smeared with blood, and I glanced over at Edward, who was staring up at me in such a manner of shock that I immediately pitied him.
I started to speak “Edward-“, knowing that what I’d done was far beyond my power to repair. He’d have to forgive me of his own free will, and I mustn’t beg for forgiveness. So I said no more but felt uncomfortable as he sat there wiping his various cuts with the back of his hand and looking at the blood that’d smeared there.
“Luna,” the Captain said firmly, and my attention shifted to her. “We have a lot to do, or we will certainly face death, come now sit and let us speak. Edward will be okay, he’s not as bad as he looks, and seeing as how the ships doctor is probably involved in the mutiny, we must not call for him.”
I retook my seat, and the plotting began.
Very nice addition here Gamer, lots of content here and hearing of the plans for the crew to mutiny was surprising to say the least, I hope they can find some way around it. I'm dying to find out what happens next, hope you find the time to update again soon.
Excellent update gamer! it´s thrilling and I enjoy reading it very much!
WARNING: This section of the story contains several relatively gruesome scenes, and probably would be considered unsuitable for the most sensitive of minds. Take heed in reading this next portion.
-Gamer10
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A knock on the cabin door quite a while later broke the seamless discussion by which the captain and I were hastily making decisions in order to save our lives, and perhaps Edward’s as well.
Edward, though in bad shape after the substantially brutal beating, was up in a moment, but I pushed him away from the door, ignoring the fervent anger that lit up in his eyes.
Captain Ponius was up beside me, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her give Edward a sympathetic glance, “Luna, really, must you be so heartless?” she whispered as I peered through a small hole in the door to see who was knocking.
“After what he did, yes.”
She sighed, and I heard Edward amble off, muttering fervidly to himself, catching the words “teach her a lesson,” but nothing else.
“It looks to be the first mate,” I whispered in an anxious manner to the Captain, “He doesn’t look – very friendly to say the least.”
She took me securely by the shoulder and pulled me several feet away from the door. “Stand back Luna,” she whispered breathlessly, “And draw your sword, we must face them now, be it for the better, or the worse.”
She swung the door open, and there stood the first mate, his eyes wide when he spotted our drawn swords. His hand unsheathed his in a moment, “So, I guess its time to part, my loyalty no longer belongs to you, Ponius.”
He threw himself at her, wildly bringing his sword down upon her head, and I noted his unfair height advantage. Just as fiercely, and what seemed unbelievably swift, Captain Ponius brought her sword to parry his, as her feet danced her away from him.
“I guess you’ll die here,” she spat, “It’s a pity really, the wood will be stained red.”
He lunged at her again, thrusting at her midsection with his iron blade. She dodged around him as he threw his weight forward in what he thought a deadly strike, but she was already taking advantage of his awkward position.
“Damn you woman, hold still.”
Captain Ponius grinned malevolently, her body moving provokingly around the first mate as she sprung forward using her feet as a base for her leap, and drove her sword through the mans abdomen as he turned to face her.
“Good god!” I gasped as she twisted her blade, her face bright red with excitement. “Captain, stop!”
She turned and glanced at me, “Shut up Luna, I’m giving him what he deserves.”
I closed my mouth but watched as the man grunted in pain as Ponius continued to manipulate her blade. Finally I could bear it no longer, and I pulled on her arm. “Stop it, now!”
She complied with my demand, removing her blade from the first mate, entrails lingering on it, and then smugly wiping it on his back after he crumpled face forward onto the floor. “He thought he would come in here, in my cabin, aboard my ship, and take me prisoner.” She scoffed, “Well, he certainly didn’t get what he came for.”
I ignored her, bending over as I fought to control the contents of my breakfast. It didn’t suit me well that all I’d eaten was fish.
She gave me an enthusiastic pat on the back, “Get used to it Luna, or you won’t survive. There’s plenty more of that scum waiting for us, ready your sword.” She glanced at Edward, who was staring wide eyed at the lifeless body of the first mate.
“You too, boy, stand up.”
And he stood up.
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A knock on the cabin door quite a while later broke the seamless discussion by which the captain and I were hastily making decisions in order to save our lives, and perhaps Edward’s as well.
Edward, though in bad shape after the substantially brutal beating, was up in a moment, but I pushed him away from the door, ignoring the fervent anger that lit up in his eyes.
Captain Ponius was up beside me, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her give Edward a sympathetic glance, “Luna, really, must you be so heartless?” she whispered as I peered through a small hole in the door to see who was knocking.
“After what he did, yes.”
She sighed, and I heard Edward amble off, muttering fervidly to himself, catching the words “teach her a lesson,” but nothing else.
“It looks to be the first mate,” I whispered in an anxious manner to the Captain, “He doesn’t look – very friendly to say the least.”
She took me securely by the shoulder and pulled me several feet away from the door. “Stand back Luna,” she whispered breathlessly, “And draw your sword, we must face them now, be it for the better, or the worse.”
She swung the door open, and there stood the first mate, his eyes wide when he spotted our drawn swords. His hand unsheathed his in a moment, “So, I guess its time to part, my loyalty no longer belongs to you, Ponius.”
He threw himself at her, wildly bringing his sword down upon her head, and I noted his unfair height advantage. Just as fiercely, and what seemed unbelievably swift, Captain Ponius brought her sword to parry his, as her feet danced her away from him.
“I guess you’ll die here,” she spat, “It’s a pity really, the wood will be stained red.”
He lunged at her again, thrusting at her midsection with his iron blade. She dodged around him as he threw his weight forward in what he thought a deadly strike, but she was already taking advantage of his awkward position.
“Damn you woman, hold still.”
Captain Ponius grinned malevolently, her body moving provokingly around the first mate as she sprung forward using her feet as a base for her leap, and drove her sword through the mans abdomen as he turned to face her.
“Good god!” I gasped as she twisted her blade, her face bright red with excitement. “Captain, stop!”
She turned and glanced at me, “Shut up Luna, I’m giving him what he deserves.”
I closed my mouth but watched as the man grunted in pain as Ponius continued to manipulate her blade. Finally I could bear it no longer, and I pulled on her arm. “Stop it, now!”
She complied with my demand, removing her blade from the first mate, entrails lingering on it, and then smugly wiping it on his back after he crumpled face forward onto the floor. “He thought he would come in here, in my cabin, aboard my ship, and take me prisoner.” She scoffed, “Well, he certainly didn’t get what he came for.”
I ignored her, bending over as I fought to control the contents of my breakfast. It didn’t suit me well that all I’d eaten was fish.
She gave me an enthusiastic pat on the back, “Get used to it Luna, or you won’t survive. There’s plenty more of that scum waiting for us, ready your sword.” She glanced at Edward, who was staring wide eyed at the lifeless body of the first mate.
“You too, boy, stand up.”
And he stood up.
Your story is moving forward nicely- again we have the complex relationship between Luna and Edward framed by the more immediate issue of the mutiny. Very nicely done.
And he stood up.
His eyes were alight with enthused zeal, in spite of his minor injuries sustained during the “scuffle” I’d just had with him. Timidly, he glanced at me, and I suddenly shivered in anticipation of the coming battle, both out of fear and exhilaration.
A moment later he’d drawn his sword, and was gazing towards the open cabin door, from which the lower portion of the ships deck could be seen. There were people below; I could see the backs of their heads.
It was then that I noticed something, Windswept was beside Edward.
How did you get there?
The sound of the crowd of crewmen gathered outside began to resonate around the whole ship. They were laughing and jostling each other in a vigorous yet friendly manner, but they knew good and well what they were about to do.
Edward stepped forward, anxiously, rapidly taking in breath.
“Wait,” she told him, “Wait just a moment.”
“We’ll fight our way through the crowd, because on the opposite end of the ship there is a small rowboat, I know it sounds silly, but I’ve done things like this before and survived.”
“Wait a minute,” I said in disbelief, “We’re fleeing?”
“What else do you want us to do; they’ll kill us if they catch us.”
There was silence for a moment.
“Luna,” a voice spoke softly to me, “The gods are with us.”
“Let’s hope so, Edward.”
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Relatively short, yes, but – well you know – Oblivion – and all – and school – and all that other stuff.
Stuff.
P.S. This ends the second chapter.
-Gamer10
His eyes were alight with enthused zeal, in spite of his minor injuries sustained during the “scuffle” I’d just had with him. Timidly, he glanced at me, and I suddenly shivered in anticipation of the coming battle, both out of fear and exhilaration.
A moment later he’d drawn his sword, and was gazing towards the open cabin door, from which the lower portion of the ships deck could be seen. There were people below; I could see the backs of their heads.
It was then that I noticed something, Windswept was beside Edward.
How did you get there?
The sound of the crowd of crewmen gathered outside began to resonate around the whole ship. They were laughing and jostling each other in a vigorous yet friendly manner, but they knew good and well what they were about to do.
Edward stepped forward, anxiously, rapidly taking in breath.
“Wait,” she told him, “Wait just a moment.”
“We’ll fight our way through the crowd, because on the opposite end of the ship there is a small rowboat, I know it sounds silly, but I’ve done things like this before and survived.”
“Wait a minute,” I said in disbelief, “We’re fleeing?”
“What else do you want us to do; they’ll kill us if they catch us.”
There was silence for a moment.
“Luna,” a voice spoke softly to me, “The gods are with us.”
“Let’s hope so, Edward.”
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Relatively short, yes, but – well you know – Oblivion – and all – and school – and all that other stuff.
Stuff.
P.S. This ends the second chapter.
-Gamer10
Great end to the second chapter mate, really want to see how the next part turns out so do us all a favor and keep up the good work.
And the tension and excitement build... Excellent ending, even if it is a bit of a cliff-hanger.
Wow, wow, wow, five trouple wow! (not sure if that's a word). This is some good stuff you write here!
Hope you update soon!
Hope you update soon!
By the time it was all over, I was in complete misery, to put it lightly. Bodies lay strewn from our blades, not that we were all left in tiptop shape. Edward held a hand on his wound, his left arm sliced open. Luckily the blade did not cause the damage it could have, and his arm was still intact.
We were in the rowboat, and what a silly predicament it was. Captain Ponius literally rowed us away from the ship as I tended Edward’s wound, which was an extremely nasty task.
“Ah,” Edward flinched, biting his lip, “Careful.”
I pulled his right hand from his wound, “Move your hand so I can see it.”
“Since when have you been a healer?”
I scowled, raising my blade menacingly, “Move it now, or the other arm gets it as well.”
He complied, and I looked at the wound. The bleeding was not serious, but it would need to be bandaged for the time being, since Edward, Captain Ponius and I were poor healers.
I looked around for some cloth, but found none.
Of course not.
“Take off your shirt,” I told him.
He looked at me, blankly for a moment, “What?”
“Give me your shirt, hurry up.”
“I can’t, my arm-“
“Oh, for goodness sake.” I tore his shirt from him in such a forceful manner that he slumped over forward, scrambling to sit up. I then tore it into sizeable shreds and pulled his arm towards me.
After the bandage was fixed on his arm, I leaned back and took a look around.
Lots of water.
Sighing, I glanced at Captain Ponius, who was no longer rowing as the current forced us to drift along. Her gaze was forlorn, and I knew at once that this particular dilemma had no viable solution. At least for the moment.
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Short, again.
Well . . .oh well.
-gamer10
We were in the rowboat, and what a silly predicament it was. Captain Ponius literally rowed us away from the ship as I tended Edward’s wound, which was an extremely nasty task.
“Ah,” Edward flinched, biting his lip, “Careful.”
I pulled his right hand from his wound, “Move your hand so I can see it.”
“Since when have you been a healer?”
I scowled, raising my blade menacingly, “Move it now, or the other arm gets it as well.”
He complied, and I looked at the wound. The bleeding was not serious, but it would need to be bandaged for the time being, since Edward, Captain Ponius and I were poor healers.
I looked around for some cloth, but found none.
Of course not.
“Take off your shirt,” I told him.
He looked at me, blankly for a moment, “What?”
“Give me your shirt, hurry up.”
“I can’t, my arm-“
“Oh, for goodness sake.” I tore his shirt from him in such a forceful manner that he slumped over forward, scrambling to sit up. I then tore it into sizeable shreds and pulled his arm towards me.
After the bandage was fixed on his arm, I leaned back and took a look around.
Lots of water.
Sighing, I glanced at Captain Ponius, who was no longer rowing as the current forced us to drift along. Her gaze was forlorn, and I knew at once that this particular dilemma had no viable solution. At least for the moment.
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Short, again.
Well . . .oh well.
-gamer10
Short but just as well Gamer, I do wish I knew what would happen next mate so please continue soon.
Well written gamer! I like it...continue please!
No matter if it's short, it's still something, and very good something it is 
Another good addition- and another problem for our adventurers. What a joy to read this story.
Why does it seem that with every new installment, their predicament becomes more dire? They really deserve to have at least one thing go their way; maybe they find some better luck soon?
Keep up the great work. I continue to look forward to watching the ever-more complex interactions between Luna and Edward.
Keep up the great work. I continue to look forward to watching the ever-more complex interactions between Luna and Edward.
The boat floated on for hours . . which, very unfortunately, stretched into days.
No food, no clean water – yes, the situation was bad.
Edward’s wound hadn’t healed properly, and had gotten infected. I felt terrible, sick I mean. My stomach lurched at every wave that tossed us. Edward had already been sick over the side of the boat and it was only a matter of time now- something dreadful was going to happen, I could feel it.
I hoped to the gods I was wrong.
It rained the fourth night in, and by morning I was drenched and I felt cruddy, and hungry, and even more terrible than I had before.
By the sixth night we’d given up hope, death was but a step away when the miracle happened.
It was strange really, but during this whole time Windswept hadn’t shown any signs of discontent or hunger, and I found myself watching the animal for quite some time.
The seventh day brought good luck, we sighted coast.
We carried Edward off the boat, he groaned, muttering something incomprehensible as I laid him down on the shore as gently as I could manage (he wasn’t exactly light). He was burning up, a fever he had, but I had no medicine and my attempts to heal him were useless.
There is some good news.
We found shelter for the evening. It turns out we landed ourselves at Valenwood, the home of the Wood Elves. Nice folk really, a bit annoying at times though.
There was a deserted cottage on the shore (yes, very convenient wasn’t it.)
Hopefully that night would be a peaceful one.
No food, no clean water – yes, the situation was bad.
Edward’s wound hadn’t healed properly, and had gotten infected. I felt terrible, sick I mean. My stomach lurched at every wave that tossed us. Edward had already been sick over the side of the boat and it was only a matter of time now- something dreadful was going to happen, I could feel it.
I hoped to the gods I was wrong.
It rained the fourth night in, and by morning I was drenched and I felt cruddy, and hungry, and even more terrible than I had before.
By the sixth night we’d given up hope, death was but a step away when the miracle happened.
It was strange really, but during this whole time Windswept hadn’t shown any signs of discontent or hunger, and I found myself watching the animal for quite some time.
The seventh day brought good luck, we sighted coast.
We carried Edward off the boat, he groaned, muttering something incomprehensible as I laid him down on the shore as gently as I could manage (he wasn’t exactly light). He was burning up, a fever he had, but I had no medicine and my attempts to heal him were useless.
There is some good news.
We found shelter for the evening. It turns out we landed ourselves at Valenwood, the home of the Wood Elves. Nice folk really, a bit annoying at times though.
There was a deserted cottage on the shore (yes, very convenient wasn’t it.)
Hopefully that night would be a peaceful one.
Great update Gamer, a glimmer of hope shows through all that has happened. Keep it up.
Hmm...poor Edward....I do hope he will get trough it.....anyway..good work gamer...
S.G.M
S.G.M
Someone was groaning, muttering, tossing violently as they tried to escape the twine of torture tightly wrapped around their neck. The support plank dropped-
I awoke with a start, and sat up. My thought process was hazy, probably due to the fact that it was late at night, but also maybe because I hadn’t eaten anything for a while. I was aching, from head to toes, but I was considerably well off. I stood up and looked around, I saw the Captain sleeping peacefully by the door.
Edward was sleeping in the only bed available, but it did little to comfort him as he dozed. He was tossing about in his bed. I strode over and placed my hand on his forehead, before promptly pulling it away.
He was burning, and despite his relative warmth I shivered. His forehead was sweaty, and I assumed that must mean the rest of him was as well. I held his hand, and was startled when he squeezed mine.
“Luna?” he muttered, as if he wasn’t sure I was really a person or whether he’d been dreaming his whole life. His eyes were still closed.
“Yes?”
“I feel all warm.”
“Yes Edward, I believe you’re sick.”
“No – I mean I know I’m sick.”
I raised an eyebrow, puzzled at his vagueness. “Go back to sleep Edward, you’ll be alright.”
It was minutes later that he dozed off again, and I smiled grimly, if that is even possible. I then paced back and forth the cabin for a while. I stopped after a while when I noticed that Captain Ponius was staring smugly at me.
“You look like you know something I don’t.”
“I do.” She responded, the smug expression never leaving her.
“Well spill it, if it’s important.”
She obviously didn’t take me seriously, but she patted the damp wooden floor beside her. “Sit down.”
I obeyed, but would have preferred to continue pacing. I felt more at ease, and useful for that matter, when I was standing up.
Neither of us spoke for awhile, but I felt a little better as time went on, sitting by her and trying to forget the Edward was in a terrible state.
“You love him, don’t you?”
I turned to face her, and blushed, the darkness concealing it well.
“I – don’t really know.”
“Well neither do I girl,” her voice sounded playful now, “So hurry up and decide, I can’t stand the romantic momentum that’s building between you two.”
I laughed, still embarrassed, leaning my head back against the wall and facing forward again. “Love is a sketchy subject.”
“No,” she said breathily, sarcasm strong.
“Oh stop it,” I muttered crossly, turning to face the other way.
“I think it’s rather fun,” she grinned, the outline of her face barely visible in the night, “I do wish we had a candle, it gets rather lonesome in the dark, even when you’re not alone.”
Silence for several moments, “You think Edward will be okay?”
“Oh face it, you’re mad about him.”
“Stop teasing me, I’m trying to be serious here.” I pulled my knees up and rested my head on them, I knew the way I stuttered – no matter how slight it was, would give me away.
“I’ll admit,” she said, her voice now rather alluring, seductive, “He is handsome.”
I fidgeted uncomfortably, “He’s all for the taking.”
She immediately frowned, “That’s not what you were supposed to say.” She sighed, “A heap of fun you are, Luna.”
The night wore on, and I sat there, resting my head on my knees. If the morning came, which I hoped to the gods that it would for Edward, then the sun had better be shining strong. Sunshine or rain, however, my determination would not weaken.
I awoke with a start, and sat up. My thought process was hazy, probably due to the fact that it was late at night, but also maybe because I hadn’t eaten anything for a while. I was aching, from head to toes, but I was considerably well off. I stood up and looked around, I saw the Captain sleeping peacefully by the door.
Edward was sleeping in the only bed available, but it did little to comfort him as he dozed. He was tossing about in his bed. I strode over and placed my hand on his forehead, before promptly pulling it away.
He was burning, and despite his relative warmth I shivered. His forehead was sweaty, and I assumed that must mean the rest of him was as well. I held his hand, and was startled when he squeezed mine.
“Luna?” he muttered, as if he wasn’t sure I was really a person or whether he’d been dreaming his whole life. His eyes were still closed.
“Yes?”
“I feel all warm.”
“Yes Edward, I believe you’re sick.”
“No – I mean I know I’m sick.”
I raised an eyebrow, puzzled at his vagueness. “Go back to sleep Edward, you’ll be alright.”
It was minutes later that he dozed off again, and I smiled grimly, if that is even possible. I then paced back and forth the cabin for a while. I stopped after a while when I noticed that Captain Ponius was staring smugly at me.
“You look like you know something I don’t.”
“I do.” She responded, the smug expression never leaving her.
“Well spill it, if it’s important.”
She obviously didn’t take me seriously, but she patted the damp wooden floor beside her. “Sit down.”
I obeyed, but would have preferred to continue pacing. I felt more at ease, and useful for that matter, when I was standing up.
Neither of us spoke for awhile, but I felt a little better as time went on, sitting by her and trying to forget the Edward was in a terrible state.
“You love him, don’t you?”
I turned to face her, and blushed, the darkness concealing it well.
“I – don’t really know.”
“Well neither do I girl,” her voice sounded playful now, “So hurry up and decide, I can’t stand the romantic momentum that’s building between you two.”
I laughed, still embarrassed, leaning my head back against the wall and facing forward again. “Love is a sketchy subject.”
“No,” she said breathily, sarcasm strong.
“Oh stop it,” I muttered crossly, turning to face the other way.
“I think it’s rather fun,” she grinned, the outline of her face barely visible in the night, “I do wish we had a candle, it gets rather lonesome in the dark, even when you’re not alone.”
Silence for several moments, “You think Edward will be okay?”
“Oh face it, you’re mad about him.”
“Stop teasing me, I’m trying to be serious here.” I pulled my knees up and rested my head on them, I knew the way I stuttered – no matter how slight it was, would give me away.
“I’ll admit,” she said, her voice now rather alluring, seductive, “He is handsome.”
I fidgeted uncomfortably, “He’s all for the taking.”
She immediately frowned, “That’s not what you were supposed to say.” She sighed, “A heap of fun you are, Luna.”
The night wore on, and I sat there, resting my head on my knees. If the morning came, which I hoped to the gods that it would for Edward, then the sun had better be shining strong. Sunshine or rain, however, my determination would not weaken.
Great stuff, very emotional update this one. Alot of mushy stuff, didn't really reveal anything that the reader hadn't guessed, just confirmed that she liked him...which is an accomplishment I'm just saying I'd already guessed so much. Anyways great job, please continue soon Gamer.
“You hear that, someone’s snoring.” a young mans voice, though whispered, was loud enough to be heard through the holes in the cabins walls, where the morning light shown through.
“Yes,” responded another man, seemingly a bit older by the apparent gruffness of his voice.
I listened carefully, my heart pounding. Were we trespassing? I reached out one hand and shook the Captain, gently by her shoulder, and she opened her eyes simultaneously with her mouth, as if to speak. She stayed quiet however, for the voices of the strangers were more than just perplexing.
“We’re on someone else’s turf,” Ponius whispered moments later, standing up and quietly moving to the door, her sword drawn.
I followed suit, my sword in my hand. I glanced back to where Edward was sleeping.
The door flew open and I was on the ground in a moment. A fleeting look at Captain Ponius revealed that she was in no better a position than me. My sword hand was pinned down by someone else’s. I looked up, and struggled to move my arm.
“Well now pretty girl, calm down.”
I wrenched one hand free and formed it into a fist, bringing it to smack against the face of the man who held me down.
Whoever it was grabbed hold of my hand again and forced it down, using much more force than before.
“If you’re going to act like that, I might as well get rid of you right now.”
I stopped struggling, and he grinned. Surprisingly enough, it was a much more compassionate grin than I’d expected.
He moved away from me, and I was still for several brief seconds, before he motioned for me to stand up. Captain Ponius was already standing.
“What is the meaning of this?” It was a girl’s voice, very demanding. I looked to the door.
A beautiful young woman, not much older than me, strode through the door, moving with grace and zest unmatched by any I’d ever witnessed before. Her green eyes were stunning, and conveyed a feeling of passionate resonance. Her body was sparingly covered, elegant garments concealing the most exclusive places.
“No,” I said, surprising even myself as I stood and stared defiantly towards her, a sense of enmity arising in me. “I believe it is I who should ask such a question, for you are the predator.”
The younger man took a step forward, and with a sudden ferocity, struck me across the face. I stumbled sideways as he watched angrily.
“Don’t you speak to her like that-“
The girl however, seemed shocked at his action, and cut him off.
“Celo, cut that out, you’ll get me in a good deal of trouble if you continue attacking people like that.”
He bowed his head and stepped back.
“Sorry Minia,” he muttered ashamedly.
Captain Ponius looked peeved, at the assault upon me only worsened her attitude. “If men here go around beating their women for such petty things as name calling then I do say, this must be a rather terrible place.”
They ignored her, but the older man had evidently noticed Edward, still asleep somehow.
“What are we to do with him,” the man asked.
The girl, Minia, stood for a moment, thinking, then smiled. I didn’t like that smile.
“Kill him, and take whatever he has on him.”
I was glad at the moment that I’d kept my sword, and I threw myself in front of Edward’s bed, sword pointed threateningly at the younger man, who’d moved forward to carry out the girls orders.
“You won’t,” I spat angrily. The girl drew a small blade from a sheath at her side.
“I swear to the gods, if you don’t move from the way I will kill you as well.”
Nevertheless, I disregarded the threat and stayed where I was.
The girl sheathed her sword, and rather unexpectedly, dropped her resolve and retracted her orders. “Very well then Celo, let him live.” She looked to the older man, and snapped her fingers “Pick him up. You’ll be carrying him then.”
She walked out of the cabin, and we all followed, Captain Ponius and I rather reluctantly. This wasn’t for us, and maybe these people would be able to help Edward once we explained our situation.
“It’s a two hour journey back to camp,” the girl yelled back at Ponius and I as we followed several feet behind her across the shore.
“Yes,” responded another man, seemingly a bit older by the apparent gruffness of his voice.
I listened carefully, my heart pounding. Were we trespassing? I reached out one hand and shook the Captain, gently by her shoulder, and she opened her eyes simultaneously with her mouth, as if to speak. She stayed quiet however, for the voices of the strangers were more than just perplexing.
“We’re on someone else’s turf,” Ponius whispered moments later, standing up and quietly moving to the door, her sword drawn.
I followed suit, my sword in my hand. I glanced back to where Edward was sleeping.
The door flew open and I was on the ground in a moment. A fleeting look at Captain Ponius revealed that she was in no better a position than me. My sword hand was pinned down by someone else’s. I looked up, and struggled to move my arm.
“Well now pretty girl, calm down.”
I wrenched one hand free and formed it into a fist, bringing it to smack against the face of the man who held me down.
Whoever it was grabbed hold of my hand again and forced it down, using much more force than before.
“If you’re going to act like that, I might as well get rid of you right now.”
I stopped struggling, and he grinned. Surprisingly enough, it was a much more compassionate grin than I’d expected.
He moved away from me, and I was still for several brief seconds, before he motioned for me to stand up. Captain Ponius was already standing.
“What is the meaning of this?” It was a girl’s voice, very demanding. I looked to the door.
A beautiful young woman, not much older than me, strode through the door, moving with grace and zest unmatched by any I’d ever witnessed before. Her green eyes were stunning, and conveyed a feeling of passionate resonance. Her body was sparingly covered, elegant garments concealing the most exclusive places.
“No,” I said, surprising even myself as I stood and stared defiantly towards her, a sense of enmity arising in me. “I believe it is I who should ask such a question, for you are the predator.”
The younger man took a step forward, and with a sudden ferocity, struck me across the face. I stumbled sideways as he watched angrily.
“Don’t you speak to her like that-“
The girl however, seemed shocked at his action, and cut him off.
“Celo, cut that out, you’ll get me in a good deal of trouble if you continue attacking people like that.”
He bowed his head and stepped back.
“Sorry Minia,” he muttered ashamedly.
Captain Ponius looked peeved, at the assault upon me only worsened her attitude. “If men here go around beating their women for such petty things as name calling then I do say, this must be a rather terrible place.”
They ignored her, but the older man had evidently noticed Edward, still asleep somehow.
“What are we to do with him,” the man asked.
The girl, Minia, stood for a moment, thinking, then smiled. I didn’t like that smile.
“Kill him, and take whatever he has on him.”
I was glad at the moment that I’d kept my sword, and I threw myself in front of Edward’s bed, sword pointed threateningly at the younger man, who’d moved forward to carry out the girls orders.
“You won’t,” I spat angrily. The girl drew a small blade from a sheath at her side.
“I swear to the gods, if you don’t move from the way I will kill you as well.”
Nevertheless, I disregarded the threat and stayed where I was.
The girl sheathed her sword, and rather unexpectedly, dropped her resolve and retracted her orders. “Very well then Celo, let him live.” She looked to the older man, and snapped her fingers “Pick him up. You’ll be carrying him then.”
She walked out of the cabin, and we all followed, Captain Ponius and I rather reluctantly. This wasn’t for us, and maybe these people would be able to help Edward once we explained our situation.
“It’s a two hour journey back to camp,” the girl yelled back at Ponius and I as we followed several feet behind her across the shore.
Interesting developments; it doesn't seem like their situation has really improved all that much. I do hope their new "friends" turn out to be more helpful than their companions on the boat.
New twists and turns here- they need to be careful with those "nobles." (I assume they are of the nobility- who else so casually takes over and orders someone killed because they are "inconvenient"?)
You continue to please the reader with excellent descriptions and complex interactions among the characters.
You continue to please the reader with excellent descriptions and complex interactions among the characters.
Camp indeed. . .
A very large manor it was, I noticed when we came within viewing distance of it. We were still quite a ways back from it.
“Miss,” the older man said, and he motioned towards Captain Ponius and me.
“Oh, yes, that’s right. They’ll have to wait outside while I fetch father. Can’t have them inside, can we?”
With that, Minia trotted off, briskly, and made her way inside the manor. I looked to Ponius, “Well this is just splendid, isn’t it?” I asked derisively.
“Shut-up.” She retorted, crossing her arms.
Several minutes later Minia exited the building, walking proudly, and beside her strode a tall, built man. Well dressed, and extremely well groomed, but obviously middle-aged.
He looked to Captain Ponius, probably assuming her to be my mother or something of the sort, which would be rather absurd for we looked little alike. The man ignored me and made his way to Ponius.
“Mind telling me what you were doing trespassing?”
Captain Ponius raised her head proudly; arms still crossed, and took a few steps towards the man. “Was I trespassing?” She asked, and I had to turn away to avoid being caught smiling, for what would have been perceived as no reason at all.
She was putting on a show, moving in such a way – I couldn’t help but snicker quietly.
“Yes,” the man didn’t seem phased, in fact his tone was more imposing than it had been when he’d spoken before, “And you decided to let your client sleep in the bed there, my servant’s bed.”
I caught on real quick, and I turned around, sputtering fiercely, “We are not prostitutes, you cheeky old man.” I glared at Minia, whose conceited smile disappeared quickly.
Surprised at my audacity, he was silent for a few moments. “Then, my dearest little girl, may I inquire as to what were you doing in my servant’s cabin?”
“We were only sleeping.” I spat, no less than furious.
“Indeed,” the man said skeptically, and then he nodded. “Celo, find them a place to sleep in the manor. Minia, I believe your mother is waiting for you, you know you weren’t supposed to have accompanied the men.”
Minia stomped off, and I did not stare after her, her attitude made me sick. Celo led us towards the manor and into its front doors.
Inside, it was absolutely beautiful, not that the outside was drab to begin with.
The rug near the entranceway was exquisite, of some strange exotic creature. Two stairways went up either side of the manor, the walls lined with candle holders, which upon inspection, appeared to be gold-
“Like it, eh?”
I turned to look at Celo. “It’s very nice, yes.”
He nodded, “The candle holders are mine. I found them in a tomb.”
I didn’t ask whose, though I was curious. Instead, I let him lead me up one of the stairways.
We passed several rooms, and Celo looked in each one before we came to one that he found to be suitable for my occupation.
“This will be yours, it should be just fine, I have a feeling father doesn’t intend to let you stay long.”
He pushed me in and closed the door, as I reached forth my hand and opened my mouth to inquire as to what he meant by that statement. I let my arm drop to my side, and stared around the room, disheartened.
“Aw . . darn it.”
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Most of my updates are created in a time span of 45 minutes, just before I sleep. This one however, took me awhile because I was lazy and didn't pay much attention to it. I have now decided that I will try to update more often than I have been, since I realize its been what - half a year since I started this fanfic, and I plan to wrap it up by mid-August (for a reason I'm sure most of you are familiar with). I've already started on another update, and I plan to post it tommorrow. <---- I hate that word, I always forget how to spell it.
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A very large manor it was, I noticed when we came within viewing distance of it. We were still quite a ways back from it.
“Miss,” the older man said, and he motioned towards Captain Ponius and me.
“Oh, yes, that’s right. They’ll have to wait outside while I fetch father. Can’t have them inside, can we?”
With that, Minia trotted off, briskly, and made her way inside the manor. I looked to Ponius, “Well this is just splendid, isn’t it?” I asked derisively.
“Shut-up.” She retorted, crossing her arms.
Several minutes later Minia exited the building, walking proudly, and beside her strode a tall, built man. Well dressed, and extremely well groomed, but obviously middle-aged.
He looked to Captain Ponius, probably assuming her to be my mother or something of the sort, which would be rather absurd for we looked little alike. The man ignored me and made his way to Ponius.
“Mind telling me what you were doing trespassing?”
Captain Ponius raised her head proudly; arms still crossed, and took a few steps towards the man. “Was I trespassing?” She asked, and I had to turn away to avoid being caught smiling, for what would have been perceived as no reason at all.
She was putting on a show, moving in such a way – I couldn’t help but snicker quietly.
“Yes,” the man didn’t seem phased, in fact his tone was more imposing than it had been when he’d spoken before, “And you decided to let your client sleep in the bed there, my servant’s bed.”
I caught on real quick, and I turned around, sputtering fiercely, “We are not prostitutes, you cheeky old man.” I glared at Minia, whose conceited smile disappeared quickly.
Surprised at my audacity, he was silent for a few moments. “Then, my dearest little girl, may I inquire as to what were you doing in my servant’s cabin?”
“We were only sleeping.” I spat, no less than furious.
“Indeed,” the man said skeptically, and then he nodded. “Celo, find them a place to sleep in the manor. Minia, I believe your mother is waiting for you, you know you weren’t supposed to have accompanied the men.”
Minia stomped off, and I did not stare after her, her attitude made me sick. Celo led us towards the manor and into its front doors.
Inside, it was absolutely beautiful, not that the outside was drab to begin with.
The rug near the entranceway was exquisite, of some strange exotic creature. Two stairways went up either side of the manor, the walls lined with candle holders, which upon inspection, appeared to be gold-
“Like it, eh?”
I turned to look at Celo. “It’s very nice, yes.”
He nodded, “The candle holders are mine. I found them in a tomb.”
I didn’t ask whose, though I was curious. Instead, I let him lead me up one of the stairways.
We passed several rooms, and Celo looked in each one before we came to one that he found to be suitable for my occupation.
“This will be yours, it should be just fine, I have a feeling father doesn’t intend to let you stay long.”
He pushed me in and closed the door, as I reached forth my hand and opened my mouth to inquire as to what he meant by that statement. I let my arm drop to my side, and stared around the room, disheartened.
“Aw . . darn it.”
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Most of my updates are created in a time span of 45 minutes, just before I sleep. This one however, took me awhile because I was lazy and didn't pay much attention to it. I have now decided that I will try to update more often than I have been, since I realize its been what - half a year since I started this fanfic, and I plan to wrap it up by mid-August (for a reason I'm sure most of you are familiar with). I've already started on another update, and I plan to post it tommorrow. <---- I hate that word, I always forget how to spell it.
-Gamer10
Another interesting update- I hope Edward will be alright, though. Although I understand your goal of finishing by a deadline, please let the story carry you where it will... Easy for me to say, considering I have been through 3 jobs since I started Trey 
Anyway, I love your descriptions and your feel for the characters.
Anyway, I love your descriptions and your feel for the characters.
I sat on the bed, staring out the window, thinking.
“Luna.”
It looked nice outside, the wind was blowing gently, and the sun was shining-
“Luna!”
“Oh for heaven’ sake Luna, don’t kill me.”
I stood up, off from where I’d pinned Captain Ponius to the ground, then I sheathed my sword.
“I’ve been speaking with the man of the house,” she chuckled, and I could tell she was feeling just a bit better than I, “I think he’s going to let us stay until Edward is all better – from whatever.”
“Yes, I do hope he hurries up and-“ I stopped, Ponius wasn’t listening to me. She was looking out the window.
“Luna, get on the floor now-“ I didn’t move, and she tackled me.
A rock flew through the window, shattering it and sending fragments of glass flying about. I heard voices from outside.
“Oh yeah, try explaining that one to father.”
“You’re the one who wanted to see how far I could throw it.”
“Always trying to pin the blame on me, eh, Celo.”
It was Minia and Celo. What the hell were they doing?
Captain Ponius stood up, pulling me with her. “Well, you certainly won’t be sleeping her tonight.”
She led me to the door, but it opened before we got there, and Celo came flying in.
“Hey, watch it!” I cried out as I tumbled backward, and Celo fell atop me.
It was several seconds later when I took the initiative to talk, “Uh – I’d really appreciate it if you sort of – yeah, got off me.”
Celo stood up, rubbing his neck though no harm had come to it, obviously embarrassed. I was slightly discomfited by the grins on both the Captain’s and Minia’s faces. “Well, sorry miss, that was awfully awkward- I’m sorry.”
I ignored him, and walked out of the room with a self-righteous smile on my face, Ponius following. I could hear the faint sound of Celo swearing angrily behind us as we made our way down the stairway.
“That was a really nice move that boy pulled up there.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Ah, here we are, the dining area.”
Indeed we had reached the dining area, and rather striking smells, some good, some terrible, were wafting out from the kitchen.
“Hungry, Luna?”
“Luna.”
It looked nice outside, the wind was blowing gently, and the sun was shining-
“Luna!”
“Oh for heaven’ sake Luna, don’t kill me.”
I stood up, off from where I’d pinned Captain Ponius to the ground, then I sheathed my sword.
“I’ve been speaking with the man of the house,” she chuckled, and I could tell she was feeling just a bit better than I, “I think he’s going to let us stay until Edward is all better – from whatever.”
“Yes, I do hope he hurries up and-“ I stopped, Ponius wasn’t listening to me. She was looking out the window.
“Luna, get on the floor now-“ I didn’t move, and she tackled me.
A rock flew through the window, shattering it and sending fragments of glass flying about. I heard voices from outside.
“Oh yeah, try explaining that one to father.”
“You’re the one who wanted to see how far I could throw it.”
“Always trying to pin the blame on me, eh, Celo.”
It was Minia and Celo. What the hell were they doing?
Captain Ponius stood up, pulling me with her. “Well, you certainly won’t be sleeping her tonight.”
She led me to the door, but it opened before we got there, and Celo came flying in.
“Hey, watch it!” I cried out as I tumbled backward, and Celo fell atop me.
It was several seconds later when I took the initiative to talk, “Uh – I’d really appreciate it if you sort of – yeah, got off me.”
Celo stood up, rubbing his neck though no harm had come to it, obviously embarrassed. I was slightly discomfited by the grins on both the Captain’s and Minia’s faces. “Well, sorry miss, that was awfully awkward- I’m sorry.”
I ignored him, and walked out of the room with a self-righteous smile on my face, Ponius following. I could hear the faint sound of Celo swearing angrily behind us as we made our way down the stairway.
“That was a really nice move that boy pulled up there.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Ah, here we are, the dining area.”
Indeed we had reached the dining area, and rather striking smells, some good, some terrible, were wafting out from the kitchen.
“Hungry, Luna?”
Here is the foundation for the fourth chapter. Sorry for not updating for such a long time, I’ll try to update more often than this.
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The window; frost covering the glass and hindering the view of the snowy landscape outside, was an expansive portion of the wall, and could be considered a fine work of art. Inside, a fire blazed quietly in the hearth; but this has little or no importance to the tale. What is important is what was taking place out – in the street, the darkness.
Outside, a man stumbled through the snow clutching a letter in his hand, his fingers black and frail from frostbite, and his body yielding to the frigid winds. Still, he marched forward, determined and disciplined. His venture, it seemed, was far more important to him than his life itself. Indeed, other would probably agree with his mindset, if they knew.
An armored city sentry approached him, holding a lantern to shun the darkness as he peered quizzically at the old man who was lurching through the wet streets. “Excuse me, what’s a man your age wandering around this time of night?”
The man stumbled into the guard, his body failing as he forced the letter into the sentry’s unoccupied hand. The sentry held the man up, but took a step back, bringing the man with him. “Whoa! Now, you all right sir?”
The old man stretched his legs, his form hunched from age, and whispered enigmatically into the sentry’s ear. His calm voice was hoarse and barely a whisper, “You have stumbled upon a new fate, stranger than what you would ever otherwise have known, young man.”
Then he sagged, his spirit giving away and leaving his body to drop lifelessly into the snow, as young Daripen, still clutching the sealed letter, stared in horror and shock at the space the elderly man had occupied just a moment ago.
It was only the beginning.
Luna awoke with a headache, terrible, but not unusual. Life the last few weeks had seemed splendid compared to the days that precede her stay here. Of course, she owed someone now, a lot more than she would probably ever be able to repay.
She yawned and sat up, stretching her arms as her blanket fell to her waist and she glanced tiredly around the room. Captain Ponius would already be outside, looking out over the water with a look on her face that Luna did not feel comfortable with. What made her less comfortable was that the Captain rose herself exceptionally early to trek several hours back to the ocean.
Luna hadn’t seen it since their rescue. She didn’t want to. She was sick of it, what was more, she was also sick of the recurring dreams she’d had the last few days. Her life might seem splendid on the outside, but she felt as if it were confusing, pointless. Ponius told her she was just going through a stage in life but that only worsened her feeble self-esteem.
Edward had fully recovered, but she didn’t have the heart to tell him that this was where this crazy troupe had to disband, this chaotic journey in search of excitement ended – nor did she have the heart to tell him that he’d have to go home. No doubt he’d be broken.
She had to tell him though, and sometimes it was best to do things as fast and sudden and possible, if it wasn’t better that way for the one on the receiving end it was for the teller.
Twenty minutes later she was dressed and leaving through the front door of the manor, she lacked much of an appetite, but she knew where she’d find Edward – but he wasn’t sitting with his back to the manor wall reading as he’d been the last week. He must’ve been feeling energized this morning- and gone by himself for a while or something.
Or something was probably the case.
She wandered the halls of the upper floor of the manor, bringing herself to stand in front his room; the door was shut and probably locked. She raised her hand to knock, but as she pushed her closed fist against the door it opened gradually, and left a crack wide enough for her to peer in. She was glad for this, because if he just happened to be sleeping still, she didn’t want to wake him for what she was going to tell him.
But she’d rather he’d been sleeping.
Someone was giggling, a girl – she froze as her eyes gazed upon a scene that burned her compassion for Edward as if it was a dry forest on a scorching day – she held back the sudden sob that caught in her throat and looked down, away from the two of them.
As she hurried backward out of the room, she tripped over herself and fell backward. Landing on her bottom, and struggling to get up while using the railing as a support – Edward had pushed Minia away from him and stood up.
Now she released the cry, and stumbling down the stairs – her legs suddenly weak, she let go – Edward, home, love, and tumbled down as the boy she’d felt a great affection for called out after her. She didn’t hear, because she didn’t want to.
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The window; frost covering the glass and hindering the view of the snowy landscape outside, was an expansive portion of the wall, and could be considered a fine work of art. Inside, a fire blazed quietly in the hearth; but this has little or no importance to the tale. What is important is what was taking place out – in the street, the darkness.
Outside, a man stumbled through the snow clutching a letter in his hand, his fingers black and frail from frostbite, and his body yielding to the frigid winds. Still, he marched forward, determined and disciplined. His venture, it seemed, was far more important to him than his life itself. Indeed, other would probably agree with his mindset, if they knew.
An armored city sentry approached him, holding a lantern to shun the darkness as he peered quizzically at the old man who was lurching through the wet streets. “Excuse me, what’s a man your age wandering around this time of night?”
The man stumbled into the guard, his body failing as he forced the letter into the sentry’s unoccupied hand. The sentry held the man up, but took a step back, bringing the man with him. “Whoa! Now, you all right sir?”
The old man stretched his legs, his form hunched from age, and whispered enigmatically into the sentry’s ear. His calm voice was hoarse and barely a whisper, “You have stumbled upon a new fate, stranger than what you would ever otherwise have known, young man.”
Then he sagged, his spirit giving away and leaving his body to drop lifelessly into the snow, as young Daripen, still clutching the sealed letter, stared in horror and shock at the space the elderly man had occupied just a moment ago.
It was only the beginning.
Luna awoke with a headache, terrible, but not unusual. Life the last few weeks had seemed splendid compared to the days that precede her stay here. Of course, she owed someone now, a lot more than she would probably ever be able to repay.
She yawned and sat up, stretching her arms as her blanket fell to her waist and she glanced tiredly around the room. Captain Ponius would already be outside, looking out over the water with a look on her face that Luna did not feel comfortable with. What made her less comfortable was that the Captain rose herself exceptionally early to trek several hours back to the ocean.
Luna hadn’t seen it since their rescue. She didn’t want to. She was sick of it, what was more, she was also sick of the recurring dreams she’d had the last few days. Her life might seem splendid on the outside, but she felt as if it were confusing, pointless. Ponius told her she was just going through a stage in life but that only worsened her feeble self-esteem.
Edward had fully recovered, but she didn’t have the heart to tell him that this was where this crazy troupe had to disband, this chaotic journey in search of excitement ended – nor did she have the heart to tell him that he’d have to go home. No doubt he’d be broken.
She had to tell him though, and sometimes it was best to do things as fast and sudden and possible, if it wasn’t better that way for the one on the receiving end it was for the teller.
Twenty minutes later she was dressed and leaving through the front door of the manor, she lacked much of an appetite, but she knew where she’d find Edward – but he wasn’t sitting with his back to the manor wall reading as he’d been the last week. He must’ve been feeling energized this morning- and gone by himself for a while or something.
Or something was probably the case.
She wandered the halls of the upper floor of the manor, bringing herself to stand in front his room; the door was shut and probably locked. She raised her hand to knock, but as she pushed her closed fist against the door it opened gradually, and left a crack wide enough for her to peer in. She was glad for this, because if he just happened to be sleeping still, she didn’t want to wake him for what she was going to tell him.
But she’d rather he’d been sleeping.
Someone was giggling, a girl – she froze as her eyes gazed upon a scene that burned her compassion for Edward as if it was a dry forest on a scorching day – she held back the sudden sob that caught in her throat and looked down, away from the two of them.
As she hurried backward out of the room, she tripped over herself and fell backward. Landing on her bottom, and struggling to get up while using the railing as a support – Edward had pushed Minia away from him and stood up.
Now she released the cry, and stumbling down the stairs – her legs suddenly weak, she let go – Edward, home, love, and tumbled down as the boy she’d felt a great affection for called out after her. She didn’t hear, because she didn’t want to.
Yay! A post from this wonderful Fic!
I really admire the use of emotion throughout each post, the characters are personified fantastically.
I do hope Edward clears things up with Luna though, there has to be a reasonable explanation.... right?
I really admire the use of emotion throughout each post, the characters are personified fantastically.
I do hope Edward clears things up with Luna though, there has to be a reasonable explanation.... right?
Oops, bad timing. Maybe he's got a good excuse, maybe not. Who knows?
Maybe he's got a good excuse, maybe not. Who knows?
Ah yes....Luna! Very good as always gamer! Keep it coming please!
I'm terribly sorry to everyone for not being able to keep up with my promises, but life's been chaotic, and I haven't had the time. I've tried my hand at managing multiple projects, but to no avail. I've finally found time to update this, and with Oblivion I can finally create the characters to fit the story.
-Gamer10
I was going to kill him . . . if I could get up.
It seemed only a moment later that I awoke, though I knew that hours had passsed. As my memory returned to me my anger flared, but I dared not open my eyes, for my wrath at this point would be weak, and my vengeance ruined. I must wait until I recover, and until then appear weak, then I will get my revenge on him . . .
It was the next morning that I opened my eyes, but the world was a blurry mess. I had only a small recollection of what'd occured the night before. I remembered the incident that caused my injury, to body and soul, but I remembered not what I'd been thinking only hours ago.
A hand was upon my arm in a moment, "Luna?"
I frowned, and the frown turned to a snare. "Hands off." I spat out, my head but a mass of dull pain as it raced.
"Shhh . . now, rest. You were badly hurt and we sent Edward out to get the nearest healer, near a hundred miles away."
The voice was not Edward's, nor that wretch's, and I relaxed. "My head is ringing," I groaned, "I cannot see."
There was silence for a moment, but then the voice, kind but not familiar, spoke up again. "You are safe, at this time your sight is not my main concern."
But frightened as I was at the prospect of losing my sight that I panicked. "I must see, please, isn't there anything you can do?"
I could see only faint outlines, and I knew that the woman was sitting next to me on a chair. She was tall, but not heavyset.
"My dear, please calm yourself-" At that moment the door to wherever I was, I assumed it to be my allotted room, burst open.
"The healer's here, she'll be up in a minute.
I know that voice.
"You!" I shrieked, and before I knew it I was up. "You've been nothing but a burden to me ever since we met." As I placed my feet on the ground pain shot through my body, intensifying my splitting headache.
I collapsed, fully concious but unable to move. There I began to whimper, and what was just a sniffle soon turned to a sob, but Edward took just a few strides and was at my side.
I struggled mightily, though I did not intend to impede my own recovery, I hoped to do what little harm I could to the beast who'd betrayed me.
But as I strugged I realised that the hands of a young man were replaced with the hands of a much gentler sort.
"Move aside boy, you're going to make it worse."
The healer.
I was picked up and placed back onto my cot, and there I lay as the healer discussed my condition with the woman who'd tended me throughout the night.
I wasn't watching either of them, but instead the figure of Edward. His head was hung, but I could not read the expression on his face, for my eyes remained blurred.
"Leave the room, boy." The healer snapped at Edward. Apparently she now knew the consequences surroudning my injury.
I muttered something to the heal, and was immediately surprised at myself.
"What's that?" She asked.
"His name is Edward." I repeated.
"I don't care what his name is, he'd better leave the room. You must undressed so that the extent of your injury can be seen."
Edward left.
-Gamer10
I was going to kill him . . . if I could get up.
It seemed only a moment later that I awoke, though I knew that hours had passsed. As my memory returned to me my anger flared, but I dared not open my eyes, for my wrath at this point would be weak, and my vengeance ruined. I must wait until I recover, and until then appear weak, then I will get my revenge on him . . .
It was the next morning that I opened my eyes, but the world was a blurry mess. I had only a small recollection of what'd occured the night before. I remembered the incident that caused my injury, to body and soul, but I remembered not what I'd been thinking only hours ago.
A hand was upon my arm in a moment, "Luna?"
I frowned, and the frown turned to a snare. "Hands off." I spat out, my head but a mass of dull pain as it raced.
"Shhh . . now, rest. You were badly hurt and we sent Edward out to get the nearest healer, near a hundred miles away."
The voice was not Edward's, nor that wretch's, and I relaxed. "My head is ringing," I groaned, "I cannot see."
There was silence for a moment, but then the voice, kind but not familiar, spoke up again. "You are safe, at this time your sight is not my main concern."
But frightened as I was at the prospect of losing my sight that I panicked. "I must see, please, isn't there anything you can do?"
I could see only faint outlines, and I knew that the woman was sitting next to me on a chair. She was tall, but not heavyset.
"My dear, please calm yourself-" At that moment the door to wherever I was, I assumed it to be my allotted room, burst open.
"The healer's here, she'll be up in a minute.
I know that voice.
"You!" I shrieked, and before I knew it I was up. "You've been nothing but a burden to me ever since we met." As I placed my feet on the ground pain shot through my body, intensifying my splitting headache.
I collapsed, fully concious but unable to move. There I began to whimper, and what was just a sniffle soon turned to a sob, but Edward took just a few strides and was at my side.
I struggled mightily, though I did not intend to impede my own recovery, I hoped to do what little harm I could to the beast who'd betrayed me.
But as I strugged I realised that the hands of a young man were replaced with the hands of a much gentler sort.
"Move aside boy, you're going to make it worse."
The healer.
I was picked up and placed back onto my cot, and there I lay as the healer discussed my condition with the woman who'd tended me throughout the night.
I wasn't watching either of them, but instead the figure of Edward. His head was hung, but I could not read the expression on his face, for my eyes remained blurred.
"Leave the room, boy." The healer snapped at Edward. Apparently she now knew the consequences surroudning my injury.
I muttered something to the heal, and was immediately surprised at myself.
"What's that?" She asked.
"His name is Edward." I repeated.
"I don't care what his name is, he'd better leave the room. You must undressed so that the extent of your injury can be seen."
Edward left.
I'm glad to hear of the resurrection of this story, gamer10. I always enjoyed reading about these characters.
This was a well written return to the forums if you ask me. Good work!
This was a well written return to the forums if you ask me. Good work!
A good return indeed. I hope that her drop down the stairs wasn't too bad though it seems that she's taken a nasty hit on her head which might explain the blurred vision.
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