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Warriors Super Edition: Earthen Clan: Complete Again 3

Dovewing curled her tail around her kits. Silverkit, Spottedkit and Bluekit nuzzled her belly, while Kinkkit grumbled his way out of the nursery, just as Tigerheart came in to fetch a squirrel for his mate. “You can go out of the nursery by yourself when you’re an  apprentice.”

“But that’s in like,”Kinkkit thought about it, twitching his kinked tail, “a whole, half, moon!”

“I bet that I’ll be a better apprentice than you.” Bluekit  flexed her claws, and dropped into a hunter’s crouch.

“No you won’t! I was the one whose tail was run over by a monster, and  lived.” Kinkkit motioned to his dark tabby tail that was broken. Then he launched into a    powerful spring towards all of the she-kits.

“Hey!” Spottedkit squealed. “I was in the middle of grooming mama’s ears!” So she pretended to slink back and launched a surprise attack, tumbling into a play-fight. She batted his ears while Kinkkit poked her ribs quickly. She prepared her special attack and – “Hey, I was winning!” Sandstorm had picked Spottedkit up by her scruff. Kinkkit made a dash to hide behind the fresh-kill pile, and nibbled on a chunk of torn mouse. He slowly padded toward a secret bramble exit, then made a dash for the clearing. He was so captivated by the beauty of the forest that he tumbled down into the Riverclan stream border.

“HELP!HELP!” he spluttered. Mothwing and Willowshine appeared at the border, picking tansy, and borage leaves.

“Oh! A Thunderclan kit! Willowshine, see if you can get the border patrol. I’ll help this scrap.”

She watched helplessly as the kit drifted into unconsciousness.

“I’m coming!”

Reedwhisker had plunged into the roaring waters and hauled the soggy kit out of the water. “Sorry little scrap.” he roughly pushed Kinkkit towards willowshine’s tabby figurine. “Maybe if we tell Mistystar, we can get something in exchange for this kit.”

“Now what would a warrior be doing, doing a shameful thing like that?”

Mistystar appeared, her kits tumbling around her, and Beetlenose padding up from the patrol group to nuzzle his mate and kits. “Yes, that’s right, it wouldn’t be  very warrior-like if we traded prey for a kit. Come, Willowshine, Let’s wake this kit and then return it back to it’s home.”

“Can we help? Can we? Can we?”

“No, Streamkit, you, leafkit, and fernkit are too small. How about a game or moss-ball?”

At sunhigh, Kinkkit was safely returned to the nursery. Bramblestar padded onto high rock and yowled, “Let all cats old enough to hunt gather here! Lilypaw, Seedpaw, do you, as apprentices take your duties seriously, and listen to Starclan as intently as Jayfeather?” “I do.” “I do.”

“Then Lilypaw, I now pronounce you as Lilystem. May Starclan watch over you.” Bramblestar set his chin on top of Lilystem’s head, and she licked his shoulder. “Lilystem! Lilystem!”

“Seedpaw, you are now, Seedwhisker.” The Ritual performed again and the new warriors’ new names whisked about the clan. They were all going to resume eating fresh-kill when Bramblestar padded over Dovewing and tigerheart. “Dovewing, May I see you?”

“Actually, Bramblestar, I can’t really move.”

“Then I will tell you here. Wait a moment. Seedwhisker! Could you distract these kits? How about moss-ball?” The kits bounced up excitedly and bounded towards Seedwhisker. “Dovewing, I had an omen from Starclan. Jayfeather went through my mind and told me what it meant. He said that a mysterious striped she-cat said an omen.”

“Are you sure that she wasn’t a tabby?” Tigerheart looked curious.

“Yes. I remember now. She was light brown with darker  stripes across her face. She said, ‘Bring back the sixth clan.’ Does she mean that I should go on a quest? Like Firestar?”

“I think so. I’ve had prophesied dreams, and each night they tell me something different. I wasn’t born yet, so i’m not the expert. You should wait for another omen.”

“Mama? Mama! Dad! Silverkit got hurt! we were playing moss-ball by the Sunning Rocks, then a possum came out of the cracks and bit her and scratched her and….. Will Silverkit die?” Spottedkit was whimpering now.

“Is she in Jayfeather’s den yet?” Tigerheart was crouched, as if he were ready to spring.

“No, Kinkkit fell asleep while we were trying to drag her and bluekit got mad at him, and they fighted. I mean foughted.”

Dovewing didn’t have time to reply before her mate bounded out to help Silverkit. She heard a squeal of pain as tigerheart hauled her by the scruff. As she was grunting to get up, Bramblestar reassured her. “I see to the kit.”

Daisy was woken from her sleep. “Oh! a Possum! Here Dovewing, I’ll help you get up to the medicine cat den.” Dovewing staggered heavily and leaned on Daisy’s shoulder as they slowly made it to the medicine cat den.

Voices could be heard. “I don’t know, Tigerheart. These injuries are pretty serious. I don’t if she’ll make it without being blind.”

“No! This can’t happen!” Tigerheart growled.

What? My kit is blind? Dovewing collapsed.

“DOVEWING!” Daisy yowled. “Help! Tigerheart! I think she’s collapsed!”

Birchfall darted over just in time to catch his daughter falling. “Urgh… Cloudtail, I need to carry her to Jayfeather’s den.”

Cloudtail dropped his vole and hauled dove wing by her scruff, while Birchfall nudged her rump into the medicine cat’s den. “No! Jayfeather! Its Dovewing!”

Briarlight said calmly, “I think she’s fine. I need to let her sleep. I hope she wakes.”

MOONHIGH

“Ugh…, mama? Mama? Mmamaa??” Silverkit was squealing all over the dark place. “Where am I?” she wailed.

“Hush, my dear. You’ll be alright.” A beautiful silver she-cat appeared and gave Silverkit a few comforting licks.

“Where am I?” Silverkit demanded, gathering up her courage to huff it out. She pulled away from the glittering she cat’s pelt.

“You are in Starclan now.” The little kit relaxed slightly. But continued to ramble on. “Where’s Dad? Where’s mama? Are they coming? Who are you?”

“They soon will be, dear. I am Silverstream. Now. Are you hungry? I’m sure the other Starclan warriors will welcome you…”

Silverstream soothed the nervous kit as they padded slowly towards the Starclan camp.

“Hello? Hello?” Dovewing was padding through a familiar forest, sparkling fir trees, and well-structured oak trees loomed over the lush undergrowth. 

“Are you looking for something, Dovewing?” A beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat appeared, weaving through tall heather. Spottedleaf! 

“Hi,” Dovewing mewed, “I need to tell you something.”

“You can tell me anything. Oh! Is it about those visions Bramblestar has been having?” Dovewing was shocked. “How do you know?”

“Long story. There were once 6 clans. Sky, Thunder, Shadow, River, Wind, and Earth. One day Earth Clan came to a gathering, about to tell the others that they were moving camp, due to Twolegs. Then when the rest were told, they turned their tails on them. Even when it was full moon.”

“Really, do you think-“

“Mama!” Silverkit came bounding through the beautiful forest. Dovewing stuttered, “Little one, I- How, How did you get here?” Silverstream stood behind  Silverkit, her head bowed. Dovewing understood. 

“Oh, Little One, I can’t play with you or see you during the day, but mama will come as often as possible at night.”

“Mama, mama! I have a new friend here! Her name is Mosskit! I she’s really nice and……”

“Tigerheart. Wake up,” Dovewing prodded his side with a stick.

“Hrmm?” He rolled over, eyes still closed. “Our daughter, Silverkit, she’s in Starclan.”

“What?!” Dovewing nodded. “I saw her.”

“What do you mean? She was still breathing at moonhi-“

Lilystem came rocketing into the warriors’ den, gasping. “You, *gasp* have to go to the nursery. *Gasp* Icecloud’s kits, *gasp* are so cute and- Hey! Dovewing, you’re not in the nursery any more.”

“Oh, I needed to tell something important about Silverkit. She’s in Starclan.”

Lilystem ceased gasping. She stared at Dovewing with her unusually purple eyes. When she got hold of herself, she quietly stalked out of the den. “I’ll be sitting vigil tonight.” 

“So will I.”

“And I.”

“me as well.”

Toadstep, Foxleap, and Brackenfur were bowing their heads. “Well- I- You- I- I appreciate it.” she mewed at last.

“Dovewing! I need to ask you something. Important.”

“Well, okay.”

“It’s the vision. It came.”

“Again?” Tigerheart was practically yowling with frustration. 

It was different. Silverkit was leading me somewhere. She was greeting me, and skipping around like a fox in a fit. And she showed me two cats, then….”

Memory recalled…..

“Hi Bramblestar! It’s me, Silverkit! Thanks for visiting me.”

“Hi, I- Wait. Something is moving in that heather over there. I’ll-“

“Ha! That’s my friend, Mosskit. and this is her mama, Stripestar. Isn’t that cool? They have stripes instead of tabby patterns like me and dad. Hi Mosskit! Hi Stripestar! This is Bramblestar, the Thunderclan lead- Hey!”

Mosskit sprang up and landed in a tackle fight, pawing at Silverkit’s exposed belly. Then Stripestar, the beautiful tan striped cat bowed her head momentarily. “You cannot rescue the betrayed Clan. It can only be accomplished with the heart of a tiger, and the wings of a dove, under the full moon, when the morning dew has dried.”

Memory UNrecalled……

“……..and that was it.”

” Do you think that-“

Lilystem was by the leader’s den again, only more careful. “Um, Bramblestar? Squirrelflight and Briarlight are kitting in a moment. Would you like to come wait?”

Bramblestar immediately bounded towards the nursery. “My, my, so many kits.” he grumbled under his breath.

By the next sunhigh, the kits were born. “Oh my, Briarlight! Yours are so small! Have you named them yet? Jayfeather will be so proud.” Then she paused for a moment, thinking about the emotions when Jayfeather found out about the broken warrior code of Leafpool. “Your’s are beautiful too, Squirrelflight. Mine’s grasskit, robinkit, Goldenkit, and dewkit.” All of the she-kits were wailing and rolling in the nest. But Dewkit looked like a ready kit, five moons old. She curiously looked around with her mist-colored eyes, then groomed her striped fur.

Wow! She’s opened her eyes already. And she has stripes…. Dovewing thought as she entered the nursery to peek around. Dewkit confidently marched to the fresh-kill pile, selected a fat squirrel, and carried it towards the nursery, wobbling on her skinny legs. Briarlight was still drowsy from poppyseeds when jayfeather came in to lick his kits. He heard Dewkit rambling about the camp while her sisters suckled for mother’s milk. Turning his sightless gaze on Dovewing, he said, “she’s the one you’re looking for.”

“Who?”

“Dewkit. She’s going to save the sixth clan. The Earth Clan.”

“How- how did you….? Oh. You read my thoughts.” Dovewing padded into a corner of the nursery and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Can you believe it? a Sixth clan? I mean, Cherryfrost’s  and Rockshade’s kits are part Skyclan, the fifth clan, but Earth Clan? What do they do to hunt? stick their paws into mouse holes?”

Jayfeather shrugged, and padded out to fetch a mouse for him and Dovewing. “I don’t know. But There is a feeling that Moonpaw and Dewkit are part of this. Something. “

“Jayfeather! Jayfeather! You won’t believe it!” Lionblaze stumbled into the nursery, panting.

“Oh. Lionblaze. I need to tell you something. There was a vision. To Bramblestar, from a-“

“A striped cat! And- and……–“

“Hi Dovewing. I got that vision too.” Moonpaw was treating borage leaves to Briarlight with Dewkit learning. He had overheard them cats talking, so he joined the converation. “Me- I did too.” Dewkit had padded over next to Moonpaw, mumbling through a mouthful borage.

”Hey. Can I talk now?” Lionblaze was obviously getting impatient, tapping his tail on the floor of the camp. “Oh, yeah. I totally forgot. I’m sorry.” Wow, Starclan! This newborn kit can already talk, fetch fresh-kill for her mother, and what beautiful manners!

”Cinderheart is expecting a second litter!” Lionblaze literally yowled. “Great,” Moonpaw grumbled, “More brothers and sisters. and expecting she-cats! *tsk* *tsk*. The job of a medicine cat and his apprentice.”

“Hey, its better than you think.” Cinderheart had slowly crawled toward the group of cats. Her belly was exposed for only a moment, but everycat could tell that she was heavily pregnant, and would be kitting in a few moons. “Its just that there might-“

”FOX! FOX! EVERY KIT AND ELDER TO THEIR DENS!” Molestep was bounding into the camp, yowling. Everyone braced for battle, and just as Cinderheart was going to crawl back to the nursery, 2 giant foxes protruded through the camp, snarled, and leaped at Cinderheart. 

NO!” Lionblaze leaped in front of Cinderheart. “Cinderheart are you ok?” The fox saw this distracted moment, and snapped his jaws around lionblaze’s ear, and  tried to yank it off. Bramblestar sped towards the fox that wasn’t busy and lunged into it’s soft belly, ferociously clawing. But dewkit didn’t listen to Molestep and was silently sitting in between  the indiviual battle. When one of the foxes had battered Bramblestar off, it lunged towards

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Elemental Powers – Part Seven (From beginning Again)

Quick question for the readers: Should I put this in chapters or not? I’m going to, but if you think I shouldn’t then I’ll take the chapters off next time.

Chapter One

Six years ago

“Mommy! Mommy! Look at me!” I yelled through the open window. My mom came out of the house and gasped.

“Skyra, get down from that tree right this instant!” She shouted back.

My mom has never used that tone with me. I began to cry, and wiped my tears with both hands. Suddenly, I fell. Being twenty or thirty feet high in the tree, that fall should have seriously injured or killed me. Strangely, I slowed down, and landed on my feet at the base of the tree, right in front of my half scared, half angry mom.

“What were you thinking?! Climbing that high in a tree?! You scared me to death when you fell! You know what I’ve told you, Skyra. You could have broken a bone, or worse, been killed! You must never, ever, do that again. Understand?”

“Yes, Mommy. But that was fun!”

“What was fun?”

“Falling!”

“Falling from the tree was fun?!”

“Yeah! Because I slowed down and landed on my feet in the fall!” I turned my head and saw a man watching us. He was dressed in black and had sunglasses on.

 

A year ago

I raised my hands in the air, a broad smile on my face. I had just won the School Running Championship, ahead of everyone else in my grade! The weird thing was though, while I ran, a strange wind came and pushed me faster. I never knew I could run so fast. Turning, I received the trophy and said thanks to the man who handed it to me. Wait a second. It feels like I should know this man. Oh well. I mentally shrugged and thought, what does it matter if I know him?

On the way home, my mom said, “Skyra, how did you run so fast? I’ve never seen you run so fast in your entire life!”

I replied, “I don’t know, but at least I won!”

 

Now

These memories and others rush through my mind as I process what the strangely familiar man in front of me has just said. That I have the power to bend air to my will? Hold on. I know who he is. He’s been there, in all of my memories with me demonstrating some way of having the power to control and distort air. But still!

“That’s not true.” I say out loud.

“Oh, but it is. So I ask you again, will you join us? After all, you don’t usually see people with the air element power walking down the street.”

“Oh yeah? And why should I ‘join’ you?”

“I teach a school, where kids with all sorts of elemental powers come to learn.”

“Right…” I say sarcastically. There’s something secretive about this guy, something I don’t trust.

“Look, just come join us and learn, okay?” I can tell this guy is losing his patience.

“And what if I say no?”

“Then I will force you to come!” And before I can do anything, he grabs my wrists and slaps a hand over my mouth. I struggle and try to scream, but the noise is muffled and no one is around. He drags me to a van, gags me and ties my wrists and ankles together, then throws me in the back. I hit my head on something hard, and the world slowly spins into black.

 

 

I wake up, and think for a moment, who am I? Then I remember. I sit up and groan. My head throbs where I hit it. Looking around, I see that I am in a prison cell-like dormitory. I notice a girl with two long braids down her back staring at me from the other side of the room. Trying for friendliness, I say, “Hi.”

She continues staring.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“Academy for Kids with Elemental Powers,” says a voice from the doorway.

I turn to see who said that. A guy is standing in the doorway and  he looks about fifteen.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

He ignores me and says, “So anyway, this place has been around for who knows how long, we all have elemental powers, everybody has either the water, fire, air, or earth power, but you can go on and learn the advanced arts, like if you have the fire power, you can learn to create and control lightning, if you have the air power, you can learn to control Ice, you can learn plant when you have the water power, and you can control metal when you have the earth power.”

When he finishes, he leaves, and I am left alone with the girl again.

“So, ummm…what’s your name?”

“I am not obligated to speak with such a lowly being like you.”

That’s nice.

“Oh. Okay then.”

She turns her head sharply to the right and stares at the wall, which is a very nice olive color. Oh yeah, that’s sarcasm.

I pass the time by examining every inch of the room, looking for a way to escape. When that guy came in, he opened the door. That seems impossible. After three hours of search, I give up. This room cannot be broken out of.

 

Chapter Two

An hour later, it’s time for dinner. The door opens – really? – by itself. We walk out, and I choose a random passage. Suddenly, a jolt of electricity zaps me. The girl I share a room with just smirks.

“I am not obligated to speak with you, lowly being, but I must say that you are heading in the wrong direction. The meal hall is this way. Whenever you feel a – wait, what element are you?”

“I am not obligated to answer questions from such a high and proper being as you,” I say, mimicking her tone. “But I am an air elementalist.”

“Ungrateful wench. Lowly being, I am only trying to help. Whenever you feel a slight shock, you will know that you are going in the wrong direction.”

“Ok. But how am I supposed to get out of this place?”

“Just because I helped you this once doesn’t mean we’re friends, you idiot!” she snaps.

“Ok, geez.”

“Hmph…”

I decide to follow her. After a few minutes, she says, “Why are you following me, lowly being?”

I reply, “Well, I don’t know where the meal hall is, so I thought I’d follow you to see where it is.”

“I get to dine with the other high members of the school. You,” she says with disgust, “get to dine with other lowly beings just as stupid as you.”

Oh. That makes sense. At least, it explains why she calls me a “lowly being.”

“Well, can you take me there?”

“ME?!?!?!? Take you THERE?!?!?!?!? If I get caught heading there, the teachers will think I WANT to sit in there, and then I will have to sit in there. For a WEEK!!! Do you know HOW SHAMEFUL that is?!?!?!?!?!?”

“Well, no, I don’t know how shameful that is, but I do need you to take me there.” I admit.

“Why you little-”

“Girls! What are you doing?!” says a new voice from down the hall.

The snotty braid girl says, “Mademoiselle Foodle, I was just taking this lo- I-I mean new girl to the meal hall.”

“Oh really? Then explain WHY I heard YELLING from down the hall?”

“Ummm…”

“I see…no reason to explain why?”

“No, it’s just that, well, I saw Kalani and Melina having, err, an argument. And, umm, they were yelling at each other.”

“Mmhm. Right…” she says in a tone dripping with sarcasm. “And where did they go? This hallway has no turns or side passages for quite a while. I expect you want me to believe they flew through the ceiling?”

“Oh, well, umm…”

“Lying, were you?”

“Err…no.”

“Yes you were. From the first day you came here I expected you to be able to remember that silence is needed in these halls. Clearly, I was wrong. Your punishment will be…sitting at the newbies’ table. FOR A WEEK!”

“The newbies table?! But-but it’s so-so-so-”

“So what? Full of newbies? At least you’ll be with your new friend.”

“FRIEND?!?!?!?!?! Friends with this-this- lowly being?!?!?! The idea itself horrifies me!”

“That is your punishment. Or would you like it changed to a month instead?”

The girl drops her gaze, but I can tell she’s seething with anger. She flashes me a look of pure disgust.

“Stupid lowly being,” she mutters under her breath before stalking off.

I take a few steps after her when Mademoiselle Foodle says, “And YOU!”

I freeze where I am and slowly turn around.

“As for you, because you are new, I will let you off the hook. Just this once. After all, I have a thousand students who I must attend to, and they all MUST be punished!”

 

I find my way to the “newbies” meal hall by choosing random passages and going the other way when there is a slight shock. Finally, after about an hour, I am there. When I enter, loud noises nearly kill my eardrums. I hear people talking, people yelling, people cheering others on during a wrestling match – seriously? In a cafeteria? – and people doing a lot of other random things that I personally feel they should not be doing.

Suddenly they die down, and everybody looks at me. I stare right back at them, when one of the girls stands up and says, in a loud, clear voice, “Hey, newbie,” putting disgust on the word as though it’s the worst thing anyone could call me.

Right after she says this, everyone starts laughing. I feel my face flush with embarrassment. Seriously, does everyone have to pick on me? Then my eyes find someone who has a sympathetic look on her face. Immediately, I know I have a friend here. So, in response to the insult and for everyone laughing, I simply shrug.

Everyone stops laughing instantly. All of their eyes flick from the girl to me.

“Are you challenging me to a fight?” The girl’s eyes narrow and she glares at me.

Again, I shrug.

“Would that be a yes? I am extremely powerful you know. Actually, the best fire elementalist out of,” here she pauses to dramatically sweep her arm around. “All the people here who can control fire.”

Well, this is definitely going to be tougher than I think.

“I don’t know. Do you want to fight?” I ask.

“Hmm…if you’re not afraid to.”

Seeing the girl who looked at me in a nice way shaking her head, I almost decide not to fight.

“Well actually, let’s just not fight.” I say.

She squints at me again. “Did I hear you say you don’t want to fight? Are you a coward?”

“I am not a coward!”

“Then prove it by showing you’re not afraid to fight me!”

Uh oh. I had just worked myself into a fight that could not be avoided. Yikes.

“Losing your nerve?” she jeers.

“I will fight you.” I say quietly.

“Okay. When?”

“How about…tomorrow at midnight. The Rosetta Room.” Earlier today, while I was heading toward the meal hall, I had passed a room called the Rosetta Room.

“Sure. If you can even find your way there!”

Her buddies all laugh. Suddenly an idea strikes me.

I say, “Hey, aren’t you a newbie too?”

She looks nervous. “Uhh…well, actually, umm…”

“Well, are you? Oh wait, don’t tell me. If you’re not a newbie, you must have been punished and sent to eat here for…how long? A week? A month?”

“No. Just today. But too bad for you, you have to sit here for quite a while!”

I laugh. “Really, being a newbie is better than being punished and having to sit here for even a day.”

“You-you-you little-” At this point of rage, she’s stuttering so much she can’t even really talk right. “You little-you little- you little-you-you aren’t even fit to eat out of trash cans!”

“Really? Then what am I eating right here?” I say, pointing to my tray. (The food came while we were arguing, but I never really noticed it.)

“Hmph!!! You don’t deserve the meal in front of you.” Then, I see another girl stand up and walk over to the person I was just arguing with. Rage shoots through me as I see the girl I share a room with walk up to the other girl. Snotty braid girl whispers into the other girl’s ear, and she gets a wicked smile on her face.

 

Chapter Three

“I change the rules. It’s two on two. Emberana and I will be a pair. I bet nobody will pair up with you!”

I look around nervously. Finding the nice girl, I sent her a silent message: Will you do it?

For a few seconds, she looks hesitant. Then she slowly stands up and says, “I will be on a team with…”

Again, she gets my silent message.

“I will be on a team with Skyra.”

Everyone snickers.

“You?” screeches Emberana.

“Yeah.” She calmly replies.

“Fine. Be on the losing team.” Emberana says.

The girl who volunteered to be on my side walks over to me and introduces herself.

“Hi. I’m Coronalia. They’re both fire type elements, so since I’m a water elementalist, we should have a slight advantage.”

“Nice to meet you. Thanks for sticking up for me back there. You know I’m Skyra, and from my name, you can probably tell that I am an air element person.”

“I guessed from the second I saw you. You don’t look solid enough for an earth person, but you aren’t much like me, so you couldn’t be water. Oh yeah, you didn’t look proud and all ‘high and mighty’ like most fire people, but you looked pretty nice, tall, and, well, you have the grace of an air elementalist.”

“Oh. So you tell people apart like that?”

“Pretty much.”

“I have to tell you something.” I say hesitantly.

“What?” Coronalia asks.

“Well, I…don’t know how to use my power.”

“Oh well, I can give you a crash course. Here, are you done?” she asks, taking my tray.

“Yeah, I’m full.”

“Ok then. Wait right here.” She takes the tray and dumps it. Then she puts it on a revolving tray rack, which slowly turns and takes the trays to whoever cleans them, I guess.

When Coronalia comes back, she takes me to an empty classroom. We practice.

“So first, close your eyes and relax.”

I do that, and I feel energy flowing through my body.

“Now, breathe in deeply.”

Ahhhhhhh…so relaxing.

“Ok, now reach into your soul and imagine yourself as light as air, as graceful as the wind, and, well…just like whatever else air is like.”

Hmm…strange tingling sensation. It starts from my toes and spreads up my body, slowly, until my head fills with energy.

“You did it!” Coronalia says excitedly.

“Wha???” I say, opening my eyes and looking at myself. “Whoa, is this still me?”

I am wearing a sparkling silver jacket on top of a gray shirt and pants that feel as light as air. If somebody told me to put this on, I would say, “no,” because I’d think it’d look horrible! Surprisingly, it actually looks good on me. I mean, I’m not trying to brag, but still.

“Ok, now attack me.” Coronalia instructs.

“What?” I say.

“You heard me. Attack!”

“But what if I hurt you?”

“Not likely.” she says.

“Fine.” I delve into my soul and find a barrier. Driving my mind against it, it breaks and I am allowed access to my store of magic. Summoning an air ball, a throw it against Coronalia. She lifts her hand and uses water power and deflects it. It is sent right back at me, and somehow, I absorb it.

“Not bad, for a start. But it will have to be more powerful if you want to beat those two.”

I dive in deeper and find a stronger blast to throw at her. This time, she deflects it again, but it’s harder because it’s stronger. Again, I absorb it.

“Ok, that’s enough practice for now.” Coronalia says.

She’s panting, and I ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” She replies. “If you make it even stronger, they won’t have a chance!”

 

 

“It’s midnight.” I say to Emberana.

“I know!” she snaps at me.

We walk to the Rosetta Room. When I go inside, I see a huge room with walls that are bare. There is nothing in this room. Suddenly, a swishing noise comes and the other girl comes out with Coronalia.

“Ok, we’re all here,” she says.

“Yeah. You two,” says Emberana, pointing at us, “Stand over there. Cyndra and I will stand over here.”

We walk over as they walk to their places.

Cyndra shouts, “Ready, set, START!”

The duel had begun.

 

Chapter Four

Immediately, I shift into my air form and try to grab some magic. Using it, I make it into a weird air ball like thing and throw it at Emberana, with an aero blast following it. She tries to dodge it, but it’s too quick; one of the advantages of being an air elementalist.

The dull noise of impact is followed by a shriek of pain. I instantly lower the power to a gentle tickle. Emberana slowly gets up, but she looks barely conscious.

“Do we just have to knock them out?” I ask Coronalia.

“Yeah!” she replied.

That seems easy. Emberana is almost unconscious, and Cyndra doesn’t look much better. However, they still have enough power left to attack. Emberana creates a HUGE fireball, which she aims at me. I freeze. Coronalia didn’t teach me how to deflect hits.

The fireball comes, and still I am frozen. Suddenly, I move. Turning, I don’t even pause as I throw a random bit of power at the fireball. It stops dead in its tracks, and turns toward Emberana. She smirks and absorbs it. Then, she throws another fireball. This one is smaller, but it’s a lot faster, and I am too slow to dodge it. I scream as it burns my skin. The searing pain lasts only a moment, but it feels like infinity. I drop to the ground, writhing around until I am sure the fire is gone. Then, I retaliate and send a powerful blast of wind at Emberana. It slams her against the wall, and she gasps. Then she goes limp, and I am sure she is unconscious.

Looking around, I see that Coronalia and Cyndra are still fighting. I join in and rapidly shoot blasts of air at Cyndra. Suddenly, another burning pain hits me in the back, and I scream and fall to the ground. Coronalia turns and looks at me, and in that moment, a fireball hits her. She falls next to me, and I see that even though she has some resistance against fire, being a water element and all, she is still injured. The pain still has not left, and I twist around, screaming, until the world slowly turns black.

 

I wake up in a strange room. Looking right, I see Coronalia in a bed next to me. I try to sit up, and immediately my back burns. I fall back onto the bed with a gasp of pain.

Suddenly, a nurse-like person comes in. She walks around my bed and rolls me over. Peeling off the bandages is excruciating, even worse than getting burned. I grit my teeth to keep from screaming my head off. Then she puts some sort of painkiller-y medicine-type thing on it; at least, it doesn’t hurt anymore. The bandages are a relief, because my back is feeling cold from the air. The nurse treats Coronalia and leaves the room.

I whisper, “Psst! Psst! Coronalia! Wake up!”

She groans, but doesn’t wake up.

“Coronalia!” I whisper again, louder this time.

“Uhhnnn…who is it? OW! My side hurts!”

“Coronalia, it’s Skyra.”

“Ohh…are you okay?”

I hurt everywhere, especially my back and ribs.

“Well, since I’m alive, I am fine, but it burns. A LOT!” I say.

“Actually, I probably hurt less, because I’m a water element, but it’s still painful. The good thing is, because we’re elemental, there won’t be any scars. The skin will grow back like normal, and we won’t look any different. We also heal really fast, like it only takes a few hours before we look normal.”

Oh. That’s a relief.

Just then, Mademoiselle Foodle comes in. She comes over and says, “What were you girls thinking? Getting into a fight like that? You know you could have been seriously injured! Skyra, I know you are new, but you should have more sense than that! And Coronalia, you know about this!”

“Sorry.” I mutter.

“Coronalia, tell me how she did.” says Mademoiselle Foodle.

Wait a second. Did I hear her right? Did she just ask Coronalia to tell her how I fought in the four-way duel?

Coronalia replies, “She did way better than most beginners. And with only a bit of help from me! All I taught her was the basic get into the form, prepare some magic, and shoot! She actually deflected Emberana’s fireball!”

“Really? Hmm…” is Mademoiselle Foodle’s reply.

“Yeah!” says Coronalia. “I think she should learn with the Medium group. Well, I haven’t seen her sword skills yet, but there’ll be plenty of opportunities. Just, before she goes with the Medium group she’ll need to know all the basics, but other than that, she’s fine!”

“Okay…what do you think, Skyra?”

“Wha-? You’re asking me? Bu- but I thought you were mean! I- I mean, no offense, but you weren’t that nice with Emberana.”

“Hmph! That little snotty know-it-all brat? Of course I wasn’t nice to her! I never am! She’s a stuck-up annoying little girl. Now, do you want to go to the Medium classes?

“Uh, yeah! Yes, I do!”

“Ok then. I shall arrange it. We still need to see your sword skills, but do you think you’re up for it now?”

“Umm…now? Maybe. Let me try to get up.” I attempt to get up, but the pain is too great, and I fall back on my bed with a gasp of pain.

“No, you are not ready to show me yet. Stay here, I will come back in a few hours.”

And with that, Mademoiselle Foodle leaves the room.

 

Chapter Five

I just gape, my mouth hanging open.

Coronalia says, “Well, we’re in the same class!”

I ask, “You’re in the Medium class?”

“Yup.”

“Ohh…Is Mademoiselle Foodle usually this nice?”

“Only to the less stuck up kids.”

“That makes sense. The other day, she got pretty mad at Emberana for yelling. Is it true that you need to be really quiet in the halls?”

“Yeah. Do you want to know who teaches the classes?”

“Sure.”

“Ok then. Mademoiselle Foodle is Headmistress, and she teaches the Challenge level elemental and sword classes. But the thing is, almost nobody are in those classes. Only the most talented and skilled go there. Actually, right now I can name the three people in the class. They are Desato, Karamu, and Illiria. Anyway, Emberana and Cyndra might actually make it to the Challenge class. They are in the Advanced group right now, but they’re really good. Well, the teacher of the Advanced group is Miss Catta. She’s fairly nice, but she loses her temper easily, and she has about this much patience,” Coronalia said, holding up two fingers a centimeter apart. “So I don’t want to think about being in her class. And for us, our teacher is Mr.…umm…well, he has a really long last name, and it’s something like this. Mr. Kaletinoytagooglogashlabonbonifferansim, blah, blah, blah, I forgot the rest, but well…he told us to just call him Bob, or Mr. K. Ok, so the early or Beginner class is taught by Ms. Melani. She is really nice, so I guess that’s why they chose her to put up with the kids who have no idea how to do things. Oh wait. The teachers all have assistant teachers, to help them teach the other kids they don’t get to, because the classes are fairly large groups, and one teacher can’t get them all. The assistant teachers take groups of kids to different classrooms. Well, those are all the teachers, and don’t forget that. You should rest now, so you can do sword stuff later.”

I am tired, and as she says that last sentence, I yawn and close my eyes, drifting into sleep.

 

A few hours later, I wake up to find Mademoiselle Foodle standing over my bed.

“What do you want now?” I grumble.

She lets out an impatient sigh. “Skyra, I want to see how good your sword skills are.”

“Wha? Oh yeah.” I say.

Jumping out of bed, I hesitantly take a few steps, and when there isn’t any pain, I say, “I can try the sword stuff now.”

“Ok then. Follow me.”

Mademoiselle Foodle leads me to a room with weapons on the walls. I see axes, swords, javelins, spears, knives, throwing knives, tridents, some bows with full sheaths of arrows, and so on.

“Where did you get all these weapons?” I ask.

“It’s been collected over the years. Now, we need to find you a suitable sword.” And with that, she takes me through a door, where racks and racks are filled with nothing but weapons.

“Here you go,” says Mademoiselle Foodle. “You find something you like, and when you’re ready, call me.”

I walk around the racks, looking at weapons, occasionally picking up a spear, or maybe a javelin, but the balance isn’t quite right. Finally I get to the sword rack, and there are about as many different swords here as there are all the other weapons combined!

I look around, and am drawn to a pair of swords. Picking them up, they feel like extensions of my arms, and I carefully slide them out of the sheaths. One blade is different shades of sky blue, though occasionally gray. Looking at it, I am reminded of the sky. The other sword is as clear as glass, and when I look through it, it’s like I’m seeing things through my own eyes. On both of the cruxes is a clear blue gem.

“Ok, so you choose this pair, eh?” A voice from behind me says.

I jump and drop the swords. Picking them up, I turn around. Standing behind me is an elderly old man, with battle scars all over his arms.

“W-what do you want?” I ask.

“Ok, nothing,” he replies. “Mademoiselle Foodle told me to see what kind of sword you got. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Oh, well…”

“Ok now, do you need somebody to practice sword fighting with?” he asks.

“Yes.” I reply.

“Ok then. Karamu, come here!” The guy who came into our room before came here, and I stare at him. He winks.

“Ok,” This old guy is starting to annoy me. “So ok then, you have to fight this girl and tell Mademoiselle Foodle how she did. Got it?”

“Yeah, whatever,” he says in a carefree tone. “Bet I’ll beat her.”

“Ok, Karamu, that’s not fair. You are in the Challenge class. She is a beginner. Ok?”

“I get it.” he repeats.

“Ok then, come here.” The old guy beckons to us, and leads us into a place for practice apparently. The room has dummies and experimental weapons, like target dummies for the archery, spear-throwing, and javelin-throwing people, dummies to beat up with swords, and a lot of other dummies for other things. Anyway, I go to a square on one side of the room, and Karamu goes to a square on the opposite side.

“Ok, you can start now.” the old guy says, then backs out of the room.

Immediately, Karamu charges toward me and slices downward with his sword. I clumsily block it, but it pushes me off balance and I fall. His sword comes around and stops an inch from my neck.

“Too easy,” he says, and offers me a hand to help me up. I don’t take it and get up myself.

Just wait,’ I think. ‘I’ll show you.’

Again, we get into position, and he charges again. I block it better this time, and try to swing at his neck. He dodges it easily, and slices his sword at my legs. The blade grazes my legs, and blood seeps out of the cut. Minor pain lances through my body, but I grit my teeth and try to ignore it.

This time, I swing at his legs, and when he is busy blocking it, I try to slice at his neck. His sword flashes up, but I cut his left leg. Then I swing crazily, blocking all of his attacks and slicing at him. Sometime during the battle, he gets a second sword, and we are evenly matched.

Eventually though, I tire, and he slowly forces me down until my swords lay on the ground, and his are pointing at my neck.

 

Chapter Six

“Not bad. But you’ll have to work even harder if you want to beat me!” he says, and smirks.

I am infuriated and embarrassed. “Hmph! At least I was evenly matched with you for a while.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t very long.”

“Still…”

Just then, Mademoiselle Foodle comes in. “Ahh…there you are, Skyra. Karamu, what are you doing in here?”

“Oh. Umm…Swordsmaster told me to practice with…her.” he says, tilting his head toward me.

“He told you to practice with Skyra?! She’s just started here!”

“Well, she was really good, for someone who’s just started.”

“What? How good did she do?”

“She was evenly matched with me for a minute or so. Then I won.”

“Really? I doubt that. Show me.”

“Ok.”

I get up and get my swords, then get into a position. Karamu charges the moment I finish, and I barely have time to block it. The rest of the time is a blur. He swings, I dodge, I slash, he blocks, until finally, again, he has his swords at my neck.

Mademoiselle Foodle’s mouth is hanging wide open, and she just gapes at us like a fish out of water.

“Skyra, you-you-you-what-what-what-how did you-how-how did you do th-that?” stutters Mademoiselle Foodle.

“I don’t know. Maybe it was just luck.” I reply.

“It’s not luck if you do it twice,” says Karamu. “I think we have a little swordsmistress here.”

I blush and say, “It wasn’t that good. And besides, you can still beat me.”

“Hmm…you’re right. Oh well.”

Mademoiselle Foodle seems to have gotten over her general shock. “Well, what level should we put her in?”

“I’d say in the Medium. She’s good, but she still needs to know the basics, and they review those a lot in the Medium class.”

“Ok then.”

 

 

The next day, I get out of bed to find Emberana glaring at me from her bed. She moves stiffly, as if she had a broken rib that just healed. I ignore her and look for some clothes to change into. Strangely, a pair of my other clothes is waiting for me by the bed, as well as a belt, and I go into the bathroom to change into them.

When I get out, Emberana has already left, but I find a note that says

‘This isn’t over, stupid.’

Well, what would you have expected from Miss Perfect?

Anyway, I go down to eat breakfast, and then find Coronalia. She takes me to the Medium class and I sit down. Weird, they still have desks.

The teacher, Bob, or Mr.K, goes to the front of the classroom and starts teaching.

He begins by going over the basics, as Karamu said he would.

“Now class, have any of you noticed that we have a new student?”

Great. All the heads in the classroom swivel around to look at me. I look at the ground, embarrassed.

“Her name is Skyra, and I expect you all to treat her like you would anybody else.”

One of the kids say, “Bob, I never saw her in the Beginners’ group. Is she allowed to just skip like that?”

“Mademoiselle Foodle has assessed her and deemed her worthy of being in our class. Her magic and sword skills are great.”

Murmurs sweep through the room.

Another kid stands up and asks, “Does she know anything about the elements and stuff?”

“She turned up just in time. We are reviewing today.”

All the kids groan. I hear one whisper, “Maybe he said that just so she will know all this junk!”

“Class. Attention.” says Mr.K. “What is the first rule of being elemental?”

Hands shoot up.

“Yes, Brianni.”

“You cannot attack innocent people.”

“That’s right. It is against the elemental law to attack innocents. Can anyone tell me the next law?”

And so class goes on. At lunch, Bob calls me over to his desk and hands me a little book.

“This contains everything you’ll need to know. It can also help you in the most difficult situations. Guard it well. If you lose it, the world will be in danger.”

I look up to find that his eyes are purple. As I watch, they turn normal again.

“Go have a good lunch!” he says.

I quickly turn and run out the door. Finding Coronalia, I tell her about what just happened.

“Funny.” she says. “Let’s think about it later. Right now, I’m starving!”

“Me too!” I say, and we walk to the meal hall.

 

Chapter Seven

After lunch is a brief 15 minute recess. Some kids practice their skills, some talk with friends, some play on the jungle gym, while still others just play kickball.

Class starts again, and Bob puts us in pairs.

“Let’s see now…Brianni, come over here and be partners with Skyra.” The tall, skinny girl who answered the question in class walks over.

“Today, we will practice sword skills. Everybody, get your swords!” I walk over to Bob.

“Mr.K, I don’t have my-”

“They’re on the rack.” he says, and points. Sure enough, my swords are gleaming on the rack.

“Oh. Thanks!” I race over and grab them.

After everybody has sword(s), Bob says, “Those of you who have two swords, choose one and set the other down!”

I look at my swords and decide to keep the clear one. I hold it in my right hand and get into position.

“Not yet!” Brianni hisses to me.

“Oh.” I say, sliding the sword back into the sheath. Noticing that there is a space on my belt for a sword, I put the sheath in there. On the other side, there is another place for a sword, but since we’re only using one, that space stays empty.

Looking around, I see everybody has the same belt, and they all did what I did. Bob leads us out of the classroom, but not before choosing a pair of students to stay.

We walk out of the classroom. This belt is really useful. If I didn’t have it, the sword would have slowed me down. On the belt though, I walk normally, and the weight is like hardly anything.

Walking by various classrooms, Bob selects a pair of students at random and they go into the classroom to practice. Finally, we get chosen, and we walk inside the classroom.

Brianni and I walk to opposite sides of the room and stand there. Suddenly a cuckoo clock goes off and I jump. In that moment of distraction, Brianni charges. Turning, I quickly block, and counterattack with a slice. She blocks it, and I dodge a swing at my legs. Brianni goes into a series of rapid attacks, and I block and dodge some, while counterattacking. This goes on for about ten minutes, until we’re both tired and out of breath.

Brianni wheezes, “I can see – pant, pant – why – pant – Mademoiselle Foodle – pant – put you in – pant – the Medium class.”

“Thanks.” I say. “Let’s take a breather for a few minutes.”

We sit down until the cuckoo clock reads 3:20pm.

“Ok, let’s start again.” Brianni says.

We get into position again, and this time, I charge and swing. Slicing and dodging, we don’t give each other any cuts, but lots of bruises from whacking each other with the flat of the sword. Suddenly, my attack speeds double, and I slice furiously until my sword points at Brianni’s neck.

She goes cross-eyed staring at it, and I quickly remove it.

“How did you do that?” she asks.

“I have no idea,” I reply.

Just then, Bob comes and says, “It’s time to go back to the classroom. Come on.”

I glance at the clock and see a message written on it.

‘We will come for you, Skyra.’

Turning, I quickly catch up to Bob and the rest of the group, my heart racing. No one could have snuck in and written that message. So who left it? Just then, I notice the group staring at me.

“What?” I ask.

They snicker. “Bob asked if you like your first day here.”

“Oh! Umm…yeah! Yeah, it was really fun!”

“Glad to hear that.” says Bob.

My mind wanders back to the message. It was written in a yellow that, if I put it on the color wheel, would be the exact opposite of the shade of purple that Bob’s eyes turned when he gave me the book. I wonder…could they somehow be connected?

Warriors Super Edition: Earthen Clan: Complete Again 2

Dovewing curled her tail around her kits. Silverkit, Spottedkit and Bluekit nuzzled her belly, while Kinkkit grumbled his way out of the nursery, just as Tigerheart came in to fetch a squirrel for his mate. “You can go out of the nursery by yourself when you’re an  apprentice.”

“But that’s in like,”Kinkkit thought about it, twitching his kinked tail, “a whole, half, moon!”

“I bet that I’ll be a better apprentice than you.” Bluekit  flexed her claws, and dropped into a hunter’s crouch.

“No you won’t! I was the one whose tail was run over by a monster, and  lived.” Kinkkit motioned to his dark tabby tail that was broken. Then he launched into a    powerful spring towards all of the she-kits.

“Hey!” Spottedkit squealed. “I was in the middle of grooming mama’s ears!” So she pretended to slink back and launched a surprise attack, tumbling into a play-fight. She batted his ears while Kinkkit poked her ribs quickly. She prepared her special attack and – “Hey, I was winning!” Sandstorm had picked Spottedkit up by her scruff. Kinkkit made a dash to hide behind the fresh-kill pile, and nibbled on a chunk of torn mouse. He slowly padded toward a secret bramble exit, then made a dash for the clearing. He was so captivated by the beauty of the forest that he tumbled down into the Riverclan stream border.

“HELP!HELP!” he spluttered. Mothwing and Willowshine appeared at the border, picking tansy, marigold, cobwebs, and borage leaves.

“Oh! A Thunderclan kit! Willowshine, see if you can get the border patrol. I’ll help this scrap.”

She watched helplessly as the kit drifted into unconsciousness.

“I’m coming!”

Reedwhisker had plunged into the roaring waters and hauled the soggy kit out of the water. “Sorry little scrap.” he roughly pushed Kinkkit towards willowshine’s tabby figurine. “Maybe if we tell Mistystar, we can get something in exchange for this kit.”

“Now what would a warrior be doing, doing a shameful thing like that?”

Mistystar appeared, her kits tumbling around her, and Beetlenose padding up from the patrol group to nuzzle his mate and kits. “Yes, that’s right, it wouldn’t be  very warrior-like if we traded prey for a kit. Come, Willowshine, Let’s wake this kit and then return it back to it’s home.”

“Can we help? Can we? Can we?”

“No, Streamkit, you, leafkit, and fernkit are too small. How about a game or moss-ball?”

At sunhigh, Kinkkit was safely returned to the nursery. Bramblestar padded onto high rock and yowled, “Let all cats old enough to hunt gather here! Lilypaw, Seedpaw, do you, as apprentices take your duties seriously, and listen to Starclan as intently as Jayfeather?” “I do.” “I do.”

“Then Lilypaw, I now pronounce you as Lilystem. May Starclan watch over you.” Bramblestar set his chin on top of Lilystem’s head, and she licked his shoulder. “Lilystem! Lilystem!”

“Seedpaw, you are now, Seedwhisker.” The Ritual performed again and the new warriors’ new names whisked about the clan. They were all going to resume eating fresh-kill when Bramblestar padded over Dovewing and tigerheart. “Dovewing, May I see you?”

“Actually, Bramblestar, I can’t really move.”

“Then I will tell you here. Wait a moment. Seedwhisker! Could you distract these kits? How about moss-ball?” The kits bounced up excitedly and bounded towards Seedwhisker. “Dovewing, I had an omen from Starclan. Jayfeather went through my mind and told me what it meant. He said that a mysterious striped she-cat said an omen.”

“Are you sure that she wasn’t a tabby?” Tigerheart looked curious.

“Yes. I remember now. She was light brown with darker  stripes across her face. She said, ‘Bring back the sixth clan.’ Does she mean that I should go on a quest? Like Firestar?”

“I think so. I’ve had prophesied dreams, and each night they tell me something different. I wasn’t born yet, so i’m not the expert. You should wait for another omen.”

“Mama? Mama! Dad! Silverkit got hurt! we were playing moss-ball by the Sunning Rocks, then a possum came out of the cracks and bit her and scratched her and….. Will Silverkit die?” Spottedkit was whimpering now.

“Is she in Jayfeather’s den yet?” Tigerheart was crouched, as if he were ready to spring.

“No, Kinkkit fell asleep while we were trying to drag her and bluekit got mad at him, and they fighted. I mean foughted.”

Dovewing didn’t have time to reply before her mate bounded out to help Silverkit. She heard a squeal of pain as tigerheart hauled her by the scruff. As she was grunting to get up, Bramblestar reassured her. “I see to the kit.”

Daisy was woken from her sleep. “Oh! a Possum! Here Dovewing, I’ll help you get up to the medicine cat den.” Dovewing staggered heavily and leaned on Daisy’s shoulder as they slowly made it to the medicine cat den.

Voices could be heard. “I don’t know, Tigerheart. These injuries are pretty serious. I don’t if she’ll make it without being blind.”

“No! This can’t happen!” Tigerheart growled.

What? My kit is blind? Dovewing collapsed.

“DOVEWING!” Daisy yowled. “Help! Tigerheart! I think she’s collapsed!”

Birchfall darted over just in time to catch his daughter falling. “Urgh… Cloudtail, I need to carry her to Jayfeather’s den.”

Cloudtail dropped his vole and hauled dove wing by her scruff, while Birchfall nudged her rump into the medicine cat’s den. “No! Jayfeather! Its Dovewing!”

Briarlight said calmly, “I think she’s fine. I need to let her sleep. I hope she wakes.”

MOONHIGH

“Ugh…, mama? Mama? Mmamaa??” Silverkit was squealing all over the dark place. “Where am I?” she wailed.

“Hush, my dear. You’ll be alright.” A beautiful silver she-cat appeared and gave Silverkit a few comforting licks.

“Where am I?” Silverkit demanded, gathering up her courage to huff it out. She pulled away from the glittering she cat’s pelt.

“You are in Starclan now.” The little kit relaxed slightly. But continued to ramble on. “Where’s Dad? Where’s mama? Are they coming? Who are you?”

“They soon will be, dear. I am Silverstream. Now. Are you hungry? I’m sure the other Starclan warriors will welcome you…”

Silverstream soothed the nervous kit as they padded slowly towards the Starclan camp.

“Hello? Hello?” Dovewing was padding through a familiar forest, sparkling fir trees, and well-structured oak trees loomed over the lush undergrowth. 

“Are you looking for something, Dovewing?” A beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat appeared, weaving through tall heather. Spottedleaf! 

“Hi,” Dovewing mewed, “I need to tell you something.”

“You can tell me anything. Oh! Is it about those visions Bramblestar has been having?” Dovewing was shocked. “How do you know?”

“Long story. There were once 6 clans. Sky, Thunder, Shadow, River, Wind, and Earth. One day Earth Clan came to a gathering, about to tell the others that they were moving camp, due to Twolegs. Then when the rest were told, they turned their tails on them. Even when it was full moon.”

“Really, do you think-“

“Mama!” Silverkit came bounding through the beautiful forest. Dovewing stuttered, “Little one, I- How, How did you get here?” Silverstream stood behind  Silverkit, her head bowed. Dovewing understood. 

“Oh, Little One, I can’t play with you or see you during the day, but mama will come as often as possible at night.”

“Mama, mama! I have a new friend here! Her name is Mosskit! I she’s really nice and……”

“Tigerheart. Wake up,” Dovewing prodded his side with a stick.

“Hrmm?” He rolled over, eyes still closed. “Our daughter, Silverkit, she’s in Starclan.”

“What?!” Dovewing nodded. “I saw her.”

“What do you mean? She was still breathing at moonhi-“

Lilystem came rocketing into the warriors’ den, gasping. “You, *gasp* have to go to the nursery. *Gasp* Icecloud’s kits, *gasp* are so cute and- Hey! Dovewing, you’re not in the nursery any more.”

“Oh, I needed to tell something important about Silverkit. She’s in Starclan.”

Lilystem ceased gasping. She stared at Dovewing with her unusually purple eyes. When she got hold of herself, she quietly stalked out of the den. “I’ll be sitting vigil tonight.” 

“So will I.”

“And I.”

“me as well.”

Toadstep, Foxleap, and Brackenfur were bowing their heads. “Well- I- You- I- I appreciate it.” she mewed at last.

“Dovewing! I need to ask you something. Important.”

“Well, okay.”

“It’s the vision. It came.”

“Again?” Tigerheart was practically yowling with frustration. 

It was different. Silverkit was leading me somewhere. She was greeting me, and skipping around like a fox in a fit. And she showed me two cats, then….”

Memory recalled…..

“Hi Bramblestar! It’s me, Silverkit! Thanks for visiting me.”

“Hi, I- Wait. Something is moving in that heather over there. I’ll-“

“Ha! That’s my friend, Mosskit. and this is her mama, Stripestar. Isn’t that cool? They have stripes instead of tabby patterns like me and dad. Hi Mosskit! Hi Stripestar! This is Bramblestar, the Thunderclan lead- Hey!”

Mosskit sprang up and landed in a tackle fight, pawing at Silverkit’s exposed belly. Then Stripestar, the beautiful tan striped cat bowed her head momentarily. “You cannot rescue the betrayed Clan. It can only be accomplished with the heart of a tiger, and the wings of a dove, and the young but powerful morning dew.”

Memory UNrecalled……

“……..and that was it.”

” Do you think that-“

Lilystem was by the leader’s den again, only more careful. “Um, Bramblestar? Squirrelflight and Briarlight are kitting in a moment. Would you like to come wait?”

Bramblestar immediately bounded towards the nursery. “My, my, so many kits.” he grumbled under his breath.

By the next sunhigh, the kits were born. “Oh my, Briarlight! Yours are so small! Have you named them yet? Jayfeather will be so proud.” Then she paused for a moment, thinking about the emotions when Jayfeather found out about the broken warrior code of Leafpool. “Mine’s grasskit, Jaykit, lionkit, and dewkit.” All of the she-kits were wailing and rolling in the nest, Dewkit. She looked like a ready kit, five moons old. She curiously looked around with her mist-colored eyes, then groomed her striped fur.

Wow! She’s opened her eyes already. And she has stripes…. Dovewing thought as she entered the nursery to peek around. Dewkit confidently marched to the fresh-kill pile, selected a fat squirrel, and carried it towards the nursery, wobbling on her skinny legs. Briarlight was still drowsy from poppyseeds when jayfeather came in to lick his kits. He heard Dewkit rambling about the camp while her sisters suckled for mother’s milk. Turning his sightless gaze on Dovewing, he said, “she’s the one you’re looking for.”

“Who?”

“Dewkit. She’s going to save the sixth clan. The Earth Clan.”

Elemental Problems – Part Six (I know I chenged the title, the other one was temporary, and this one is too)

“Not bad. But you’ll have to work even harder if you want to beat me!” he says, and smirks.

I am infuriated and embarrassed. “Hmph! At least I was evenly matched with you for a while.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t very long.”

“Still…”

Just then, Mademoiselle Foodle comes in. “Ahh…there you are, Skyra. Karamu, what are you doing in here?”

“Oh. Umm…Swordsmaster told me to practice with…her.” he says, tilting his head toward me.

“He told you to practice with Skyra?! She’s just started here!”

“Well, she was really good, for someone who’s just started.”

“What? How good did she do?”

“She was evenly matched with me for a minute or so. Then I won.”

“Really? I doubt that. Show me.”

“Ok.”

I get up and get my swords, then get into a position. Karamu charges the moment I finish, and I barely have time to block it. The rest of the time is a blur. He swings, I dodge, I slash, he blocks, until finally, again, he has his swords at my neck.

Mademoiselle Foodle’s mouth is hanging wide open, and she just gapes at us like a fish out of water.

“Skyra, you-you-you-what-what-what-how did you-how-how did you do th-that?” stutters Mademoiselle Foodle.

“I don’t know. Maybe it was just luck.” I reply.

“It’s not luck if you do it twice,” says Karamu. “I think we have a little swordsmistress here.”

I blush and say, “I wasn’t that good. And besides, you can still beat me.”

“Hmm…you’re right. Oh well.”

Mademoiselle Foodle seems to have gotten over her general shock. “Well, what level should we put her in?”

“I’d say in the Medium. She’s good, but she still needs to know the basics, and they review those a lot in the Medium class.”

“Ok then.”

 

 

The next day, I get out of bed to find Emberana glaring at me from her bed. She moves stiffly, as if she had a broken rib that just healed. I ignore her and look for some clothes to change into. Strangely, a pair of my other clothes is waiting for me by the bed, and I go into the bathroom to change into them.

When I get out, Emberana has already left, but I find a note that says

‘This isn’t over, stupid.’

Well, what would you have expected from Miss Perfect?

Anyway, I go down to eat breakfast, and then find Coronalia. She takes me to the Medium class and I sit down. Weird, they still have desks.

The teacher, Bob, or Mr.K, went to the front of the classroom and started teaching.

Powers of the World – From beginning to what I have so far

Six years ago

“Mommy! Mommy! Look at me!” I yelled through the open window. My mom came out of the house and gasped.

“Skyra, get down from that tree right this instant!” She shouted back.

My mom has never used that tone with me. I began to cry, and wiped my tears with both hands. Suddenly, I fell. Being twenty or thirty feet high in the tree, that fall should have seriously injured or killed me. Strangely, I slowed down, and landed on my feet at the base of the tree, right in front of my half scared, half angry mom.

“What were you thinking?! Climbing that high in a tree?! You scared me to death when you fell! You know what I’ve told you, Skyra. You could have broken a bone, or worse, been killed! You must never, ever, do that again. Understand?”

“Yes, Mommy. But that was fun!”

“What was fun?”

“Falling!”

“Falling from the tree was fun?!”

“Yeah! Because I slowed down and landed on my feet in the fall!” I turned my head and saw a man watching us. He was dressed in black and had sunglasses on.

A year ago

I raised my hands in the air, a broad smile on my face. I had just won the School Running Championship, ahead of everyone else in my grade! The weird thing was though, while I ran, a strange wind came and pushed me faster. I never knew I could run so fast. Turning, I received the trophy and said thanks to the man who handed it to me. Wait a second. It feels like I should know this man. Oh well. I mentally shrugged and thought, what does it matter if I know him?

On the way home, my mom said, “Skyra, how did you run so fast? I’ve never seen you run so fast in your entire life!”

I replied, “I don’t know, but at least I won!”

Now

These memories and others rush through my mind as I process what the strangely familiar man in front of me has just said. That I have the power to bend air to my will? Hold on. I know who he is. He’s been there, in all of my memories with me demonstrating some way of having the power to control and distort air. But still!

“That’s not true.” I say out loud.

“Oh, but it is. So I ask you again, will you join us? After all, you don’t usually see people with the air element power walking down the street.”

“Oh yeah? And why should I ‘join’ you?”

“I teach a school, where kids with all sorts of elemental powers come to learn.”

“Right…” I say sarcastically. There’s something secretive about this guy, something I don’t trust.

“Look, just come join us and learn, okay?” I can tell this guy is losing his patience.

“And what if I say no?”

“Then I will force you to come!” And before I can do anything, he grabs my wrists and slaps a hand over my mouth. I struggle and try to scream, but the noise is muffled and no one is around. He drags me to a van, gags me and ties my wrists and ankles together, then throws me in the back. I hit my head on something hard, and the world slowly spins into black.

I wake up, and think for a moment, who am I? Then I remember. I sit up and groan. My head throbs where I hit it. Looking around, I see that I am in a prison cell-like dormitory. I notice a girl with two long braids down her back staring at me from the other side of the room. Trying for friendliness, I say, “Hi.”

She continues staring.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“Academy for Kids with Elemental Powers,” says a voice from the doorway.

I turn to see who said that. A guy is standing in the doorway, and he looks fifteen.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

He ignores me and continues, “So anyway, this place has been around for who knows how long, we all have elemental powers, everybody has either the water, fire, air, or earth power, but you can go on and learn the advanced arts, like if you have the fire power, you can learn to create and control lightning, if you have the air power, you can learn to control Ice, you can learn plant when you have the water power, and you can control metal when you have the earth power.”

When he finishes, he leaves, and I am let alone with the girl again.

“So, ummm…what’s your name?”

“I am not obligated to speak with such a lowly being like you.”

That’s nice.

“Oh. Okay then.”

She turns her head sharply to the right and stares at the wall, which is a very nice olive color. Oh yeah, that’s sarcasm.

I pass the time by examining every inch of the room, looking for a way to escape. When that guy came in, he opened the door. That seems impossible. After three hours of search, I give up. This room cannot be broken out of.

An hour later, it’s time for dinner. The door opens – really? – by itself. We walk out, and I choose a random passage. Suddenly, a jolt of electricity zaps me. The girl I share a room with just smirks.

“I am not obligated to speak with you, lowly being, but I must say that you are heading in the wrong direction. The meal hall is this way. Whenever you feel a – wait, what element are you?”

“I am not obligated to answer questions from such a high and proper being as you,” I say, mimicking her tone. “But I am an air elementalist.”

“Ungrateful wench. Lowly being, I am only trying to help. Whenever you feel a slight shock, you will know that you are going in the wrong direction.”

“Ok. But how am I supposed to get out of this place?”

“Just because I helped you this once doesn’t mean we’re friends, you idiot!” she snaps.

“Ok, geez.”

“Hmph…”

I decide to follow her. After a few minutes, she says, “Why are you following me, lowly being?”

I reply, “Well, I don’t know where the meal hall is, so I thought I’d follow you to see where it is.”

“I get to dine with the other high members of the school. You,” she says with disgust, “get to dine with other lowly beings just as stupid as you.”

Oh. That makes sense. At least, it explains why she calls me a “lowly being.”

“Well, can you take me there?”

“ME?!?!?!? Take you THERE?!?!?!?!? If I get caught heading there, the teachers will think I WANT to sit in there, and then I will have to sit in there. For a WEEK!!! Do you know HOW SHAMEFUL that is?!?!?!?!?!?”

“Well, no, I don’t know how shameful that is, but I do need you to take me there.” I admitted.

“Why you little-”

“Girls! What are you doing?!” says a new voice from down the hall.

The snotty braid girl says, “Mademoiselle Foodle, I was just taking this lo- I-I mean new girl to the meal hall.”

“Oh really? Then explain WHY I heard YELLING from down the hall?”

“Ummm…”

“I see…no reason to explain why?”

“No, it’s just that, well, I saw Kalani and Melina having, err, an argument. And, umm, they were yelling at each other.”

“Mmhm. Right…” she said in a tone dripping with sarcasm. “And where did they go? This hallway has no turns or side passages for quite a while. I expect you want me to believe they flew through the ceiling?”

“Oh, well, umm…”

“Lying, were you?”

“Err…no.”

“Yes you were. From the first day you came here I expected you to be able to remember that silence is needed in these halls. Clearly, I was wrong. Your punishment will be…sitting at the newbies’ table. FOR A WEEK!”

“The newbies table?! But-but it’s so-so-so-”

“So what? Full of newbies? At least you’ll be with your new friend.”

“FRIEND?!?!?!?!?! Friends with this-this- lowly being?!?!?! The idea itself horrifies me!”

“That is your punishment. Or would you like it changed to a month instead?”

The girl drops her gaze, but I can tell she’s seething with anger. She flashes me a look of pure disgust.

“Stupid lowly being,” she mutters under her breath before stalking off.

I take a few steps after her when Mademoiselle Foodle says, “And YOU!”

I freeze where I am and slowly turn around.

“As for you, because you are new, I will let you off the hook. Just this once. After all, I have a thousand students who I must attend to, and they all MUST be punished!”

I find my way to the “newbies” meal hall by choosing random passages and going the other way when there is a slight shock. Finally, after about an hour, I am there. When I enter, loud noises nearly kill my eardrums. I hear people talking, people yelling, people cheering others on during a wrestling match – seriously? In a cafeteria? – and people doing a lot of other random things that I personally feel they should not be doing.

Suddenly they die down, and everybody looks at me. I stare right back at them, when one of the girls stands up and says, in a loud clear voice, “Hey, newbie,” putting disgust on the word as though it’s the worst thing anyone could call me.

Right after she says this, everyone starts laughing. I feel my face flush with embarrassment. Seriously, does everyone have to pick on me? Then my eyes find someone who has a sympathetic look on her face. Immediately, I know I have a friend here. So, in response to the insult and for everyone laughing, I simply shrug.

Everyone stops laughing instantly. All of their eyes flick from the girl to me.

“Are you challenging me to a fight?” The girl’s eyes narrow and she glares at me.

Again, I shrug.

“Would that be a yes? I am extremely powerful you know. Actually, the best fire elementalist out of,” here she pauses to dramatically sweep her arm around. “All the people here who can control fire.”

Well, this is definitely going to be tougher than I think.

“I don’t know. Do you want to fight?” I ask.

“Hmm…if you’re not afraid to.”

Seeing the girl who looked at me in a nice way shaking her head, I almost decide not to fight.

“Well actually, let’s just not fight.” I say.

She squints at me again. “Did I hear you say you don’t want to fight? Are you a coward?”

“I am not a coward!”

“Then prove it by showing you’re not afraid to fight me!”

Uh oh. I had just worked myself into a fight that could not be avoided. Yikes.

“Losing your nerve?” she jeered.

“I will fight you.” I say quietly.

“Okay. When?”

“How about…tomorrow at midnight. The Rosetta Room.” Earlier today, while I was heading toward the meal hall, I had passed a room called the Rosetta Room.

“Sure. If you can even find your way there!”

Her buddies all laugh. Suddenly an idea strikes me.

I say, “Hey, aren’t you a newbie too?”

She looks nervous. “Uhh…well, actually, umm…”

“Well, are you? Oh wait, don’t tell me. If you’re not a newbie, you must have been punished and sent to eat here for…how long? A week? A month?”

“No. Just today. But too bad for you, you have to sit here for quite a while!”

I laugh. “Really, being a newbie is better than being punished and having to sit here for even a day.”

“You-you-you little-” At this point of rage, she’s stuttering so much she can’t even really talk right. “You little-you little- you little-you-you aren’t even fit to eat out of trash cans!”

“Really? Then what am I eating right here?” I say, pointing to my tray. (The food came while we were arguing, but I never really noticed it.)

“Hmph!!! You don’t deserve the meal in front of you.” Then, I see another girl stand up and walk over to the person I was just arguing with. Rage shoots through me as I see the girl I share a room with walk up to the other girl. Snotty braid girl whispers into the other girl’s ear, and she gets a wicked smile on her face.

“I change the rules. It’s two on two. Emberana and I will be a pair. I bet nobody will pair up with you!”

I look around nervously. Finding the nice girl, I sent her a silent message: Will you do it?

For a few seconds, she looks hesitant. Then she slowly stands up and says, “I will be on a team with…”

Again, she gets my silent message.

“I will be on a team with Skyra.”

Everyone snickers.

“You?” screeches Emberana.

“Yeah.” She calmly replies.

“Fine. Be on the losing team.” Emberana says.

The girl who volunteered to be on my side walks over to me and introduces herself.

“Hi. I’m Coronalia. They’re both fire type elements, so since I’m a water elementalist, we should have a slight advantage.”

“Nice to meet you. Thanks for sticking up for me back there. You know I’m Skyra, and from my name, you can probably tell that I am an air element person.”

“I guessed from the second I saw you. You don’t look solid enough for an earth person, but you aren’t much like me, so you couldn’t be water. Oh yeah, you didn’t look proud and all ‘high and mighty’ like most fire people, but you looked pretty nice, tall, and, well, you have the grace of an air elementalist.”

“Oh. So you tell people apart like that?”

“Pretty much.”

“I have to tell you something.” I say hesitantly.

“What?” Coronalia asks.

“Well, I…don’t know how to use my power.”

“Oh well, I can give you a crash course. Here, are you done?” she asks, taking my tray.

“Yeah, I’m full.”

“Ok then. Wait right here.” She takes the tray and dumps it. Then she puts it on a revolving tray rack, which slowly turns and takes the trays to whoever cleans them, I guess.

When Coronalia comes back, she takes me to an empty classroom. We practice.

“So first, close your eyes and relax.”

I do that, and I feel energy flowing through my body.

“Now, breathe in deeply.”

Ahhhhhhh…so relaxing.

“Ok, now reach into your soul and imagine yourself as light as air, as graceful as the wind, and, well…just like whatever else air is like.”

Hmm…strange tingling sensation. It starts from my toes and spreads up my body, slowly, until my head fills with energy.

“You did it!” Coronalia says excitedly.

“Wha???” I say, opening my eyes and looking at myself. “Whoa, is this still me?”

I am wearing a sparkling silver jacket on top of a gray shirt and pants that feel as light as air. If somebody told me to put this on, I would say, “no,” because I’d think it’d look horrible! Surprisingly, it actually looks good on me. I mean, I’m not trying to brag, but still.

“Ok, now attack me.” Coronalia instructs.

“What?” I say.

“You heard me. Attack!”

“But what if I hurt you?”

“Not likely.” she says.

“Fine.” I delve into my soul and find a barrier. Driving my mind against it, it breaks and I am allowed access to my store of magic. Summoning an air ball, a throw it against Coronalia. She lifts her hand and uses water power and deflects it. It is sent right back at me, and somehow, I absorb it.

“Not bad, for a start. But it will have to be more powerful if you want to beat those two.”

I dive in deeper and find a stronger blast to throw at her. This time, she deflects it again, but it’s harder because it’s stronger. Again, I absorb it.

“Ok, that’s enough practice for now.” Coronalia says.

She’s panting, and I ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” She replies. “If you make it even stronger, they won’t have a chance!”

“It’s midnight.” I say to Emberana.

“I know!” she snaps at me.

We walk to the Rosetta Room. When I go inside, I see a huge room with walls that are bare. There is nothing in this room. Suddenly, a swishing noise comes and the other girl comes out with Coronalia.

“Ok, we’re all here,” she says.

“Yeah. You two,” says Emberana, pointing at us, “Stand over there. Cyndra and I will stand over here.”

We walk over as they walk to their places.

Cyndra shouts, “Ready, set, START!”

The duel had begun.

Immediately, I shift into my air form and try to grab some magic. Using it, I make it into a weird air ball like thing and throw it at Emberana, with an aero blast following it. She tries to dodge it, but it’s too quick; one of the advantages of being an air elementalist.

The dull noise of impact is followed by a shriek of pain. I instantly lower the power to a gentle tickle. Emberana slowly gets up, but she looks barely conscious.

“Do we just have to knock them out?” I ask Coronalia.

“Yeah!” she replied.

That seems easy. Emberana is almost unconscious, and Cyndra doesn’t look much better. However, they still have enough power left to attack. Emberana creates a HUGE fireball, which she aims at me. I freeze. Coronalia didn’t teach me how to deflect hits.

The fireball comes, and still I am frozen. Suddenly, I move. Turning, I don’t even pause as I throw a random bit of power at the fireball. It stops dead in its tracks, and turns toward Emberana. She smirks and absorbs it. Then, she throws another fireball. This one is smaller, but it’s a lot faster, and I am too slow to dodge it. I scream as it burns my skin. The searing pain lasts only a moment, but it feels like infinity. I drop to the ground, writhing around until I am sure the fire is gone. Then, I retaliate and send a powerful blast of wind at Emberana. It slams her against the wall, and she gasps. Then she goes limp, and I am sure she is unconscious.

Looking around, I see that Coronalia and Cyndra are still fighting. I join in and rapidly shoot blasts of air at Cyndra. Suddenly, another burning pain hits me in the back, and I scream and fall to the ground. Coronalia turns and looks at me, and in that moment, a fireball hits her. She falls next to me, and I see that even though she has some resistance against fire, being a water element and all, she is still injured. The pain still has not left, and I twist around, screaming, until the world slowly turns black.

I wake up in a strange room. Looking right, I see Coronalia in a bed next to me. I try to sit up, and immediately my back burns. I fall back onto the bed with a gasp of pain.

Suddenly, a nurse-like person comes in. She walks around my bed and rolls me over. Peeling off the bandages is excruciating, even worse than getting burned. I grit my teeth to keep from screaming my head off. Then she puts some sort of painkiller-y medicine-type thing on it; at least, it doesn’t hurt anymore. The bandages are a relief, because my back is feeling cold from the air. The nurse treats Coronalia and leaves the room.

I whisper, “Psst! Psst! Coronalia! Wake up!”

She groans, but doesn’t wake up.

“Coronalia!” I whisper again, louder this time.

“Uhhnnn…who is it? OW! My side hurts!”

“Coronalia, it’s Skyra.”

“Ohh…are you okay?”

I hurt everywhere, especially my back and ribs.

“Well, since I’m alive, I am fine, but it burns. A LOT!” I say.

“Actually, I probably hurt less, because I’m a water element, but it’s still painful. The good thing is, because we’re elemental, there won’t be any scars. The skin will grow back like normal, and we won’t look any different. We also heal really fast, like it only takes a few hours before we look normal.”

Oh. That’s a relief.

Just then, Mademoiselle Foodle comes in. She comes over and says, “What were you girls thinking? Getting into a fight like that? You know you could have been seriously injured! Skyra, I know you are new, but you should have more sense than that! And Coronalia, you know about this!”

“Sorry.” I mutter.

“Coronalia, tell me how she did.” says Mademoiselle Foodle.

Wait a second. Did I hear her right? Did she just ask Coronalia to tell her how I fought in the–technically; well you can’t call it a duel with four people–battle?

Coronalia replies, “She did way better than most beginners. And with only a bit of help from me! All I taught her was the basic get into the form, prepare some magic, and shoot! She actually deflected Emberana’s fireball!”

“Really? Hmm…” is Mademoiselle Foodle’s reply.

“Yeah!” says Coronalia. “I think she should learn with the Medium group. Well, I haven’t seen her sword skills yet, but there’ll be plenty of opportunities. Just, before she goes with the Medium group she’ll need to know all the basics, but other than that, she’s fine!”

“Okay…what do you think, Skyra?”

“Wha-? You’re asking me? Bu- but I thought you were mean! I- I mean, no offense, but you weren’t that nice with Emberana.”

“Hmph! That little snotty know-it-all brat? Of course I wasn’t nice to her! I never am! She’s a stuck-up annoying little girl. Now, do you want to go to the Medium classes?

“Uh, yeah! Yes, I do!”

“Ok then. I shall arrange it. We still need to see your sword skills, but do you think you’re up for it now?”

“Umm…now? Maybe. Let me try to get up.” I attempt to get up, but the pain is too great, and I fall back on my bed with a gasp of pain.

“No, you are not ready to show me yet. Stay here, I will come back in a few hours.”

And with that, Mademoiselle Foodle leaves the room.

I just gape, my mouth hanging open.

Coronalia says, “Well, we’re in the same class!”

I ask, “You’re in the Medium class?”

“Yup.”

“Ohh…Is Mademoiselle Foodle usually this nice?”

“Only to the less stuck up kids.”

“That makes sense. The other day, she got pretty mad at Emberana for yelling. Is it true that you need to be really quiet in the halls?”

“Yeah. Do you want to know who teaches the classes?”

“Sure.”

“Ok then. Mademoiselle Foodle is Headmistress, and she teaches the Challenge level elemental and sword classes. But the thing is, almost nobody are in those classes. Only the most talented and skilled go there. Actually, right now I can name the three people in the class. They are Desato, Karamu, and Illiria. Anyway, Emberana and Cyndra might actually make it to the Challenge class. They are in the Advanced group right now, but they’re really good. Well, the teacher of the Advanced group is Miss Catta. She’s fairly nice, but she loses her temper easily, and she has about this much patience,” Coronalia said, holding up two fingers a centimeter apart. “So I don’t want to think about being in her class. And for us, our teacher is Mr.…umm…well, he has a really long last name, and it’s something like this. Mr. Kaletinoytagooglogashlabonbonifferansim, blah, blah, blah, I forgot the rest, but well…he told us to just call him Bob, or Mr. K. Ok, so the early or Beginner class is taught by Ms. Melani. She is really nice, so I guess that’s why they chose her to put up with the kids who have no idea how to do things. Well, those are all the teachers, and don’t forget that. Well, you should rest now, so you can do sword stuff later.”

I am tired, and as she says that last sentence, I yawn and close my eyes, drifting into sleep.

A few hours later, I wake up to find Mademoiselle Foodle standing over my bed.

“What do you want now?” I grumble.

She lets out an impatient sigh. “Skyra, I want to see how good your sword skills are.”

“Wha? Oh yeah.” I say.

Jumping out of bed, I hesitantly take a few steps, and when there isn’t any pain, I say, “I can try the sword stuff now.”

“Ok then. Follow me.”

Mademoiselle Foodle leads me to a room with weapons on the walls. I see axes, swords, javelins, spears, knives, throwing knives, tridents, some bows with full sheaths of arrows, and so on.

“Where did you get all these weapons?” I ask.

“It’s been collected over the years. Now, we need to find you a suitable sword.” And with that, she takes me through a door, where racks and racks are filled with nothing but weapons.

“Here you go,” says Mademoiselle Foodle. “You find something you like, and when you’re ready, call me.”

I walk around the racks, looking at weapons, occasionally picking up a spear, or maybe a javelin, but the balance isn’t quite right. Finally I get to the sword rack, and there are about as many different swords here as there are all the other weapons combined!

I look around, and am drawn to a pair of swords. Picking them up, they feel like extensions of my arms, and I carefully slide them out of the sheaths. One blade is different shades of sky blue, though occasionally gray. Looking at it, I am reminded of the sky. The other sword is as clear as glass, and when I look through it, it’s like I’m seeing things through my own eyes. On both of them, just above where the blade goes into the hilt, is a clear blue gem.

“Ok, so you choose this pair, eh?” A voice from behind me says.

I jump and drop the swords. Picking them up, I turn around. Standing behind me is an elderly old man, with battle scars all over his arms.

“W-what do you want?” I ask.

“Ok, nothing,” he replies. “Mademoiselle Foodle told me to see what kind of sword you got. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Oh, well…”

“Ok now, do you need somebody to practice sword fighting with?” he asks.

“Yes.” I reply.

“Ok then. Karamu, come here!” The guy who came into our room before came here, and I stare at him. He winks.

“Ok,” This old guy is starting to annoy me. “So ok then, you have to fight this girl and tell Mademoiselle Foodle how she did. Got it?”

“Yeah, whatever,” he says in a carefree tone. “Bet I’ll beat her.”

“Ok, Karamu, that’s not fair. You are in the Challenge class. She is a beginner. Ok?”

“I get it.” he repeats.

“Ok then, come here.” The old guy beckons to us, and leads us into a place for practice apparently. The room has dummies and experimental weapons, like target dummies for the archery, spear-throwing, and javelin-throwing people, dummies to beat up with swords, and a lot of other dummies for other things. Anyway, I go to a square on one side of the room, and Karamu goes to a square on the opposite side.

“Ok, you can start now.” the old guy says, then backs out of the room.

Immediately, Karamu charges toward me and slices downward with his sword. I clumsily block it, but it pushes me off balance and I fall. His sword comes around and stops an inch from my neck.

“Too easy,” he says, and offers me a hand to help me up. I don’t take it and get up myself.

Just wait,’ I think. ‘I’ll show you.’

Again, we get into position, and he charges again. I block it better this time, and try to swing at his neck. He dodges it easily, and slices his sword at my legs. The blade grazes my legs, and blood seeps out of the cut. Minor pain lances through my body, but I grit my teeth and try to ignore it.

This time, I swing at his legs, and when he is busy blocking it, I try to slice at his neck. His sword flashes up, but I cut his left leg. Then I swing crazily, blocking all of his attacks and slicing at him. Sometime during the battle, he gets a second sword, and we are evenly matched.

Eventually though, I tire, and he slowly forces me down until my swords lay on the ground, and his are pointing at my neck.

Warriors Super Edition: Earthen Clan: Complete Again

Dovewing curled her tail around her kits. Silverkit, Spottedkit and bluekit nuzzled her belly, while Kinkkit grumbled his way out of the nursery, just as Tigerheart came in to fetch a squirrel for his mate. “You can go out of the nursery by yourself when you’re an  apprentice.”

“But that’s in like,”Kinkkit thought about it, twitching his kinked tail, “a whole, half, moon!”

“I bet that i’ll be a better apprentice than you.” Bluekit  flexed her claws, and dropped into a hunter’s crouch.

“No you won’t! I was the one whose tail was run over by a monster, and  lived.” Kinkkit motioned to his dark tabby tail that was broken. Then he launched into a    powerful spring towards all of the she-kits.

“Hey!” Spottedkit squealed. “I was in the middle of grooming mama’s ears!” So she pretended to slink back and launched a surprise attack, tumbling into a play-fight. She batted his ears while Kinkkit poked her ribs quickly. She prepared her special attack and – “Hey, I was winning!” Sandstorm had picked Spottedkit up by her scruff. Kinkkit made a dash to hide behind the fresh-kill pile, and nibbled on a chunk of torn mouse. He slowly padded toward a secret bramble exit, then made a dash for the clearing. He was so captivated by the beauty of the forest that he tumbled down into the Riverclan stream border.

“HELP!HELP!” he spluttered. Mothwing and Willowshine appeared at the border, picking tansy, marigold, cobwebs, and borage leaves.

“Oh! A Thunderclan kit! Willowshine, see if you can get the border patrol. I’ll help this scrap.”

She watched helplessly as the kit drifted into unconsciousness.

“I’m coming!”

Reedwhisker had plunged into the roaring waters and hauled the soggy kit out of the water. “Sorry little scrap.” he roughly pushed Kinkkit towards willowshine’s tabby figurine. “Maybe if we tell Mistystar, we can get something in exchange for this kit.”

“Now what would a warrior be doing, doing a shameful thing like that?”

Mistystar appeared, her kits tumbling around her, and Beetlenose padding up from the patrol group to nuzzle his mate and kits. “Yes, that’s right, it wouldn’t be  very warrior-like if we traded prey for a kit. Come, Willowshine, Let’s wake this kit and then return it back to it’s home.”

“Can we help? Can we? Can we?”

“No, Streamkit, you, leafkit, and fernkit are too small. How about a game or moss-ball?”

At sunhigh, Kinkkit was safely returned to the nursery. Bramblestar padded onto high rock and yowled, “Let all cats old enough to hunt gather here! Lilypaw, Seedpaw, do you, as apprentices take your duties seriously, and listen to Starclan as intently as Jayfeather?” “I do.” “I do.”

“Then Lilypaw, I now pronounce you as Lilystem. May Starclan watch over you.” Bramblestar set his chin on top of Lilystem’s head, and she licked his shoulder. “Lilystem! Lilystem!”

“Seedpaw, you are now, Seedwhisker.” The Ritual performed again and the new warriors’ new names whisked about the clan. They were all going to resume eating fresh-kill when Bramblestar padded over Dovewing and tigerheart. “Dovewing, May I see you?”

“Actually, Bramblestar, I can’t really move.”

“Then I will tell you here. Wait a moment. Seedwhisker! Could you distract these kits? How about moss-ball?” The kits bounced up excitedly and bounded towards Seedwhisker. “Dovewing, I had an omen from Starclan. Jayfeather went through my mind and told me what it meant. He said that a mysterious striped she-cat said an omen.”

“Are you sure that she wasn’t a tabby?” Tigerheart looked curious.

“Yes. I remember now. She was light brown with darker  stripes across her face. She said, ‘Bring back the sixth clan.’ Does she mean that I should go on a quest? Like Firestar?”

“I think so. I’ve had prophesied dreams, and each night they tell me something different. I wasn’t born yet, so i’m not the expert. You should wait for another omen.”

“Mama? Mama! Dad! Silverkit got hurt! we were playing moss-ball by the Sunning Rocks, then a possum came out of the cracks and bit her and scratched her and….. Will Silverkit die?” Spottedkit was whimpering now.

“Is she in Jayfeather’s den yet?” Tigerheart was crouched, as if he were ready to spring.

“No, Kinkkit fell asleep while we were trying to drag her and bluekit got mad at him, and they fighted. I mean foughted.”

Dovewing didn’t have time to reply before her mate bounded out to help Silverkit. She heard a squeal of pain as tigerheart hauled her by the scruff. As she was grunting to get up, Bramblestar reassured her. “I see to the kit.”

Daisy was woken from her sleep. “Oh! a Possum! Here Dovewing, I’ll help you get up to the medicine cat den.” Dovewing staggered heavily and leaned on Daisy’s shoulder as they slowly made it to the medicine cat den.

Voices could be heard. “I don’t know, Tigerheart. These injuries are pretty serious. I don’t if she’ll make it without being blind.”

“No! This can’t happen!” Tigerheart growled.

What? My kit is blind? Dovewing collapsed.

“DOVEWING!” Daisy yowled. “Help! Tigerheart! I think she’s collapsed!”

Birchfall darted over just in time to catch his daughter falling. “Urgh… Cloudtail, I need to carry her to Jayfeather’s den.”

Cloudtail dropped his vole and hauled dove wing by her scruff, while Birchfall nudged her rump into the medicine cat’s den. “No! Jayfeather! Its Dovewing!”

Briarlight said calmly, “I think she’s fine. I need to let her sleep. I hope she wakes.”

MOONHIGH

“Ugh…, mama? Mama? Mmamaa??” Silverkit was squealing all over the dark place. “Where am I?” she wailed.

“Hush, my dear. You’ll be alright.” A beautiful silver she-cat appeared and gave Silverkit a few comforting licks.

“Where am I?” Silverkit demanded, gathering up her courage to huff it out. She pulled away from the glittering she cat’s pelt.

“You are in Starclan now.” The little kit relaxed slightly. But continued to ramble on. “Where’s Dad? Where’s mama? Are they coming? Who are you?”

“They soon will be, dear. I am Silverstream. Now. Are you hungry? I’m sure the other Starclan warriors will welcome you…”

Silverstream soothed the nervous kit as they padded slowly towards the Starclan camp.

“Hello? Hello?” Dovewing was padding through a familiar forest, sparkling fir trees, and well-structured oak trees loomed over the lush undergrowth. 

“Are you looking for something, Dovewing?” A beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat appeared, weaving through tall heather. Spottedleaf! 

“Hi,” Dovewing mewed, “I need to tell you something.”

“You can tell me anything. Oh! Is it about those visions Bramblestar has been having?” Dovewing was shocked. “How do you know?”

“Long story. There were once 6 clans. Sky, Thunder, Shadow, River, Wind, and Earth. One day Earth Clan came to a gathering, about to tell the others that they were moving camp, due to Twolegs. Then when the rest were told, they turned their tails on them. Even when it was full moon.”

“Really, do you think-“

“Mama!” Silverkit came bounding through the beautiful forest. Dovewing stuttered, “Little one, I- How, How did you get here?” Silverstream stood behind  Silverkit, her head bowed. Dovewing understood. 

“Oh, Little One, I can’t play with you or see you during the day, but mama will come as often as possible at night.”

“Mama, mama! I have a new friend here! Her name is Mosskit! I she’s really nice and……”

 

“Tigerheart. Wake up,” Dovewing prodded his side with a stick.

“Hrmm?” He rolled over, eyes still closed. “Our daughter, Silverkit, she’s in Starclan.”

“What?!” Dovewing nodded. “I saw her.”

“What do you mean? She was still breathing at moonhi-“

Lilystem came rocketing into the warriors’ den, gasping. “You, *gasp* have to go to the nursery. *Gasp* Icecloud’s kits, *gasp* are so cute and- Hey! Dovewing, you’re not in the nursery any more.”

“Oh, I needed to tell something important about Silverkit. She’s in Starclan.”

Lilystem ceased gasping. She stared at Dovewing with her unusually purple eyes. When she got hold of herself, she quietly stalked out of the den. “I’ll be sitting vigil tonight.” 

“So will I.”

“And I.”

“me as well.”

Toadstep, Foxleap, and Brackenfur were bowing their heads. “Well- I- You- I- I appreciate it.” she mewed at last.

“Dovewing! I need to ask you something. Important.”

“Well, okay.”

“It’s the vision. It came.”

“Again?” Tigerheart was practically yowling with frustration. 

It was different. Silverkit was leading me somewhere.”

 

The Shield of Destiny (full and edited version)

The Shield of Destiny

Pylony’s Gift

 I swiveled to the right as the monster snapped at where my waist had been seconds ago. Leaping in the air, I twisted and turned entwining the necks of the two- headed monster. The monster staggered around helpless and dazed, venom dripping from the foaming mouths. Reaching back, I pulled out a pair of twin katanas from their sheaths on my back. Sensing this, the monster lunged at me, unfortunately legs still fully operational. I moved in a blur neatly slicing the heads off. With a thud, the heads landed at my feet. I breathed a sigh of relief then hurried out of the room; the others will be coming soon.

            “Get the Stealth Planes ready” I spoke in the mic on my ear. I spun around to see Professor Pylony jogging toward me. “Good morning Professor” I said managing a small grin.

 “Hello Natalya, I have something for you.” Pylony handed me a watch with multiple buttons. He pressed a small silver one on the top right-hand side. Immediately a shield sprung up from the watch. The shield glistened in the sun with a majestic feel to it. It glowed silver with an intricate design around the border and in the center was a pure white unicorn. The more I looked at it, the more the unicorn seemed to be moving, alive and prancing around. Then another figure moved in the scene, a monster with a muddy yellow coat and two heads. With a chill I realized that was the monster I fought in the history classroom less than ten minutes ago.

“Natalya?” Professor Pylony asked breaking my trance. His brow furrowed concern in his eyes. “You look awfully pale. Is everything alright?” Pylony continued. I looked back at the shield; it was just the unicorn again. “Yes, I’m fine. Your shield was beautiful, thank you.” I said. “Seriously Professor, you have endless knowledge about technology!” I laughed.

“Well thank you” Pylony smiled, definite pride in his voice.

“The plane is ready, preflight checks have made certain that it is perfectly safe. Stealth system is working and fully operational.” Chief Henry reported. “Good” I replied, pressing the identical silver button beneath the top one. The shield sank back into the screen on my watch. “Fare well.” I said to Pylony.

“Good luck” he replied. I climbed up the steps then sank into one of the chairs. Hope my brother made it to the safe house; we have some things to discuss.

Nick’s Reunion

“Stealth system on” I spoke through my mic as we approached the world’s most populated city. I looked out my window at the busy streets, shops, and people bustling about, unaware that the world’s about to be in the hands of a super villain.

                  “Roger that” the pilot replied, immediately the engines hushed down. Next, there is a thermoptic camouflage outer cloak, designed by Professor Pylony himself, over the plane. When activated the plane is pretty much invisible to the human eye. If you were expecting it, you’d only see a slight shimmer through the sky.

The plane landed next to an old brick warehouse. I jumped out as the stealth plane took off with a rush of wind. I sighed then pulled out a single loose brick. Underneath it was a numeric key pad. I punched in the code then stood back as the metal doors slowly slid apart.

I stepped inside cautiously, security is high but that two headed monster had no trouble getting inside the school. Seeing no signs of monsters, I walked over to the security cameras.

“Hey Natalya” a familiar voice said behind me. I whirled around.  “Nick!” I cried running into my brothers arms. “Cypher’s back! He’s looking for an object t-to rule the world! The monsters-.’’

“Shhh, I know” Nick said soothingly stroking my hair; I pushed myself away from him.

“Have you seen the monsters?” I asked, Nick nodded, I sighed then flopped down on the bunk bed. Nick sat next to me, eyes staring into space. I suddenly remembered, I held out my wrist, the watch glistening.

Nick stared at it, unsure what it was. I pressed the button. The shield sprung up. Nick looked at it, a worried expression on his face. “What is it?” I asked “Do you see the unicorn moving too?”

Nick sighed, “Worse, it’s the Shield of Destiny.”

Betrayal 

“GET ME THAT GIRL NOW!” Cypher banged on his desk.

“Natalya’s a master at martial arts and she can tell fake from real better than anyone. I’m afraid that’s easier said than done.” Cypher glared at the calm face on his computer.

“You dare speak to me like that!” his face red as a tomato.

“No master” the boy on the other end mumbled,

“Good. Now get me the Shield of Destiny, and you shall not fail. Do I make myself clear?” Cypher said “No one has lived to tell the tale of what happens when somebody fails me” Cypher left the threat in the air as his face disappeared from the boy’s computer.

***

I sat up in bed breathing hard; it’s been years since I’ve had a nightmare like that. I replayed the events of my dream, the silver shield flashing in and out with Cypher laughing in the background. I shook the nightmare out of my head then climbed up to the upper bunk. Nick was staring at the computer screen as if he’d seen a ghost.  

“Nick? Are you okay?” Nick jumped then adopted a fighting stance; he stared at me then dropped his hands, his face turning a shade of pink.

“Sorry” Nick mumbled. I laughed.

“You okay? You seem really tense” the smile melting off my face.

“Oh, yeah, I’m okay” he gave me one of those smiles that always warms me, but this time it looked more forced. Something was wrong; he usually doesn’t act like this, “Is it about the shield? I’ve been having nightmares too.”

 Nick shook his head “I’m okay” he mumbled.

“Hey, can I see your computer?” I asked, Nick shook his head again, “Why not?” There’s something really wrong, Nick never keeps anything from me.

“Why don’t you go back to bed? It’s still kind of early.” He suggested. Nick was always an early bird too.

“Ok” I said, climbing down the ladder, I waited a few seconds before I spun around grabbing the computer. Nick opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it as I raised an eyebrow.

The computer screen was black with the words “Cypher Disconnected,” I stared at Nick in disbelief, tears pricking my eyes, realizing there was betrayal in the air. Nick was working with Cypher! “Natalya, I didn’t have a choice!” Nick said hurriedly but I barely heard it.

 “Nick” I whispered, tears of anger streaming down my face, “How could you!” I screamed, smashing the computer on the floor “Is there anything else you can use to get in touch with your….master?” I asked, lingering on the word master.

“Natalya, listen, he’s not my master. I have to, please—’’ 

I cut him off with a slap across the cheek. “How long have you been doing this?” a note of utter hurt in my voice.

“Ever since we first defeated Cypher” Nick said quietly, his own eyes brimming with tears. Before he could stop me I ran out the doors, “No Natalya! It’s a trap! Natalya! Come back!” Nick screamed. Ignoring him, I kept on running.

A dark silhouette rounded the corner; I turned around only to be blocked by another man. “Good job boys” a familiar voice said. A man walked towards us, he motioned with his hands for the men to back off. Cypher leaned in close to my face. “Hello my pretty.” My nose stung with the smell of spoiled milk and rotten eggs. Cypher smiled “Long time no see.” One of Cypher’s men clamped a hand over my mouth as a canvas bag lowered down on me.

Cypher Reveals his Secret

I trudged down the halls in Cypher’s mansion with two of Cypher’s men following close behind. Rows of cells lined the walls. Behind the cells were different breeds of monsters. I instantly recognized a group of monsters, the long-necked two-headed demon. They had the head of a cat, body of a leopard, and tail of a lion. Their feline eyes stared at me menacingly, almost as if they knew I had killed one of their brothers. At the end of the hallway there was an empty cell. “This is where you will be staying Miss Natalya,” Cypher said with a smile.  The two guards pushed me in. With one more smile, Cypher walked away.

I waited until the guards rounded the corner, then pulled out the soul of my shoe. Inside was a complete lock-picking set. There were varieties of bobby pins, keys, and little gadgets. Checking again to make sure no one was watching, I picked out a small silver key and two bobby pins. In no time the lock was picked.

The metal door swung open as I stepped outside. I checked again, then sprinted down the corridor. I almost bumped into one of the guards. He snarled then slowly walked towards me. I aimed for a punch towards the jaw but the guard blocked. He pulled a sword from his belt. Reaching back I pulled out my own katanas. The guard swept at my feet but I leaped in the air, my katanas hitting the guard’s sword sending it flying down the hall. I somersaulted then landed on my feet behind him. I instantly took off running. All of a sudden, Cypher stepped in front of me, a nasty smirk on his face.

“Now you listen karate kid, one more clever kick of yours and Nick is gone, you hear?” I nodded, knowing that Cypher was not lying. Cypher pointed at the guard, “You! Take her back to her cell.” The guard nodded then grabbed me roughly in the back and pushed me toward the cell. I waited until Cypher was gone then turned around and kicked at the guard’s shin. He gasped in pain, then reached for a gun on his holster. I jabbed at the wrist with two fingers, numbing his hand then reached up and jabbed at the spot behind the ear. The guard sank down unconscious as I dragged him in the cell then locked the door.

I made a run again when a voice called behind me, “Natalya!”

I turned around, “Nick!” I cried out in relief, but something was wrong. Nick handcuffed my hands then pushed me roughly forward. “Come on! Cypher wishes to see you.”

 “Nick? What are you doing?” For a fleeting moment, a look of pain flashed across his face, but it was gone as soon as it came.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he said gruffly, “Move it! Cypher’s not a patient man.”

I stepped into Cypher’s office, my mind buzzing trying to find a way out. “No more playing games Natalya. I believe you have what I want, the Shield of Destiny.”

Nick Comes Back

“And once I have the shield, everything will be mine!” Cypher cackled, slowly morphing into a hawk, talons sharp as daggers. “Do you want to fight this?” Cypher laughed, spreading his gigantic wings over me, covering me in a veil of darkness. “Nick!” Cypher screeched, “Hold her down!” Nick walked towards me. Just as Nick held his hands over my shoulders, he cried out in pain then fell to the ground clutching his head as if he had a terrible headache. Nick looked up at me, his face a mask of torture.

“You have to kill me now. I can only fight him for so long. Please, when I’ll let you kill me,” Nick whispered to me. As if on cue, Nick gasped in agony. I knelt down next to him, stroking him tenderly. I turned to Cypher, pure ice in my eyes.

“What have you done?!” I screamed.

Cypher just examined his talons casually, “Oh yes, you mean the device I invented? So you’re a new fan now, how exciting!” Cypher turned to look at me, his eyes laughing. “Would you like to see it?” Cypher held up a small black box. There were buttons on it as you would see on a video gamer. He turned to look at Nick’s struggling body on the ground, “Yes, Nick has been an obedient servant. Stronger than I thought.”

Anger surged through my body, “He was just a toy you’ve been messing with!” I yelled, “He was your mouse under your claw!” my shoulders rose up and down.

Cypher’s face darkened, he began to press a button on the device but I swatted it out of his claw. Nick’s struggling seemed to have decreased. Cypher pulled out an identical silver device. “This one’s for you,” he sneered.

Suddenly, Nick called out behind me. “You!” he yelled.

           I turned around. Nick was holding the black device. Both Cypher and I looked in surprise. He must have taken it when Cypher and I were busy. Nick smiled, “Hey Natalya,” I smiled back. Nick turned to Cypher, holding the device out in front of him. “This is for everything you’ve done to me,” Nick said, his voice laced with anger. Slowly Nick pressed down a button.

The Shield of Destiny Gone…Almost

              Cypher bowed at our feet, “How may I serve you master?”

             Nick suppressed a smile, “Go far away and never come back.” We watched as Cypher turned the corner then Nick turned to me, the light gone and replaced with sadness. “Natalya, I’m sorry for what I did. Cypher got me before I left, I…” Nick trailed off looking down.

            I put a hand on his shoulder, “You were as much a victim as everyone else.” Nick shook his head.

           “You don’t understand, I was conscious the whole time. I knew what I was doing but I was powerless to stop it.” A tear rolled down his cheek. I tenderly wiped it.

             “It wasn’t you’re fault,” I smiled. Nick was still for a while when he suddenly looked up with his usual smile.

             “I guess this is over now,” Nick sighed.

            “Not yet,” I replied marching out the door of that creepy mansion. I threw the watch as far as my arm could throw. It disappeared in the forest surrounding Cypher’s mansion.

            “Good choice,” Nick said walking up to me. He sighed, “The Shield of Destiny, with its powers still unknown to us is gone.”

 

Look out for

Cypher’s Return

The Shield of Destiny’s Secret

Powers of the World (Part Four)

“I change the rules. It’s two on two. Emberana and I will be a pair. I bet nobody will pair up with you!”

I look around nervously. Finding the nice girl, I sent her a silent message: Will you do it?

For a few seconds, she looks hesitant. Then she slowly stands up and says, “I will be on a team with…”

Again, she gets my silent message.

“I will be on a team with Skyra.”

Everyone snickers.

“You?” screeches Emberana.

“Yeah.” She calmly replies.

“Fine. Be on the losing team.” Emberana sneers.

The girl who volunteered to be on my side walks over to me and introduces herself.

“Hi. I’m Coronalia. They’re both fire type elements, so since I’m a water elementalist, we should have a slight advantage.”

“Nice to meet you. Thanks for sticking up for me back there. You know I’m Skyra, and from my name, you can probably tell that I am an air element person.”

“I guessed from the second I saw you. You don’t look solid enough for an earth person, but you aren’t much like me, so you couldn’t be water. Oh yeah, you didn’t look proud and all ‘high and mighty’ like most fire people, but you looked pretty nice, tall, and, well, you have the grace of an air elementalist.”

“Oh. So you tell people apart like that?”

“Pretty much.”

“I have to tell you something.” I say hesitantly.

“What?” Coronalia asks.

“Well, I…don’t know how to use my power.”

“Oh well, I can give you a crash course. Here, are you done?” she asks, taking my tray.

“Yeah, I’m full.”

“Ok then. Wait right here.” She takes the tray and dumps it. Then she puts it on a revolving tray rack, which slowly turns and takes the trays to whoever cleans them, I guess.

When Coronalia comes back, she takes me to an empty classroom. We practice.

“So first, close your eyes and relax.”

I do that, and I feel energy flowing through my body.

“Now, breathe in deeply.”

Ahhhhhhh…so relaxing.

“Ok, now reach into your soul and imagine yourself as light as air, as graceful as the wind, and, well…just like whatever else air is like.”

Hmm…strange tingling sensation. It starts from my toes and spreads up my body, slowly, until my head fills with energy.

“You did it!” Coronalia says excitedly.

“Wha???” I say, opening my eyes and looking at myself. “Whoa, is this still me?”

I am wearing a sparkling silver jacket on top of a gray shirt and pants that feel as light as air. If somebody told me to put this on, I would say, “no,” because I’d think it’d look horrible! Surprisingly, it actually looks good on me. I mean, I’m not trying to brag, but still.

“Ok, now attack me.” Coronalia instructs.

“What?” I say.

“You heard me. Attack!”

“But what if I hurt you?”

“Not likely.” she says.

“Fine.” I delve into my soul and find a barrier. Driving my mind against it, it breaks and I am allowed access to my store of magic. Summoning an air ball, a throw it against Coronalia. She lifts her hand and uses water power and deflects it. It is sent right back at me, and somehow, I absorb it.

“Not bad, for a start. But it will have to be more powerful if you want to beat those two.”

I dive in deeper and find a stronger blast to throw at her. This time, she deflects it again, but it’s harder because it’s stronger. Again, I absorb it.

“Ok, that’s enough practice for now.” Coronalia says.

She’s panting, and I ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” She replies. “If you make it even stronger, they won’t have a chance!”

 

 

“It’s midnight.” I say to Emberana.

“I know!” she snaps at me.

We walk to the Rosetta Room. When I go inside, I see a huge room with walls that are bare. There is nothing in this room. Suddenly, a swishing noise comes and the other girl comes out with Coronalia.

“Ok, we’re all here,” she says.

“Yeah. You two,” says Emberana, pointing at us, “Stand over there. Cyndra and I will stand over here.”

We walk over as they walk to their places.

Cyndra shouts, “Ready, set, START!”

The duel had begun.

The Stiletto Queen Chapter 3

This is a note to my readers: The first part is taking place on a vermin castle. the second part is taking place in the peaceful Redwall Abbey. When the word Dibbun comes up, it is referring to all the toddlers and babes of the Abbey. And when a mole speaks, I will write it’s dialog, but put what it’s really saying in parentheses. Enjoy!

“WHAT?!” Queen Valesque screeched, “You mean to tell the Stiletto Queen, Ruler and blade thrower that her Army of Rampagers is Destroyed?!”

Jikkil moaned as his queen’s claws sunk deep into the flesh of his shoulder. “My queen,” he croaked, “I can explain. The holt of the otters of Lutra were fierce, but we had stolen the granddaughter of Grath Long-“ His report was cut short as Valesque immediately sheathed her claws. The sleek weasel shrank into her throne. Jikkil sighed a breath of relief, she looked calm again.

“Show me the baby. I want this Taggerung to grow strong.” as she spoke, Jikkil tried to motion with his paw. But being the fat and wounded ermine that he was, he only lay flat down, and his eyelids drooped, and his red eyes clouded over.

“Pity,” the Bladethrower smirked, “He died.” Then she called out louder, “Bring me the new Taggerung,” and she added, “Feed Jikkil to my lovely Ripper. My Rippy should have a juicy treat for once.”

Her closest guards stood in shock at their leader’s cruelty.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Do you just want to have the entire Holt of Lutra come and kill me?”

Melgrak echoed her leader, “Yes, what are you waiting for? Thy queen has being waiting to hear my omens on the Taggerung,” the vixen said in a harsh voice.

“Come my seer. Prepare your omens. I want this Taggerung to be the one-beast army that rules the century.” She Pointed a poisoned purple-plated throwing stiletto at the guards. “Get rid of Jikkil. bring me a meal for me and my Seer. And don’t forget to bring in the Taggerung baby. Or else.” The nearest 6 guards saluted and gulped audibly as the stiletto shone threateningly.

“Thou art prepared for the omens, my Lady?”

The Queen was gripping a satin pillow to her chest, because the last time she disobeyed to omens, she lost her famous fluffy tail. “Yes,” her voice quavered.

The vixen cast out a black stone, smaller pebbles, and a brown shell and a peculiar white shell spotted with black.

“Well?” Valesque squished around some blackberry wine in a goblet.

The Seer hesitated. “The omens have spoken. The Taggerung will grow up to be a strongbeast, vermin, or no. Thou shall be separated on the 17th season anniversary of her birth,” Melgrak indicated to the 17 black spots on the white shell. “The Taggerung should escape, leave you not in in Hellgates, but merely chipped,” she said, lifting the brown shell up so that Valesque could she the chip, “You will find her with a black creature, and with an army of Rampagers shall do battle with the holt of Lutra as well as the Taggerung, next to a river.” Sure enough, there was a drop of water that slowly dribbled toward the the foot of Valesque’s throne.

Valesque quivered with rage. “I Shall not fail!” She emphasized the word, ‘fail’, with a pound of her fist, and a splash from the red wine joined the little stretch of water. “but look, my Queen,” The Seer was nearly hopping with excitement, “You will make the rivers run red with blood!”

“Oh, Roasted pigeon! Bring the meal in, guards.”

the blade thrower did not heed to the Seer though, and the seer added to herself, “But whose blood, the vermin or the holt, i cannot tell.”

“Hello Abbess Perrit. Surely you remember me?” a Ginger wildcat sat on the end of a great Hall table.

“Of course, Calmiere, you and your mother, Calayo, defended us from Ventessi the bad!” The old squirrel spoke with such grace.

“Menscessi? I gonna show’m how’s dun. I gonna punsh ‘im smack in de face like dis! Pow!” a naughty mousebabe, Irglo demolished a strawberry cream tart with honey cream  in a single fist. And to avoid any punishment, he dived into a maple and mint trifle, twice his size.

“Ventessi the Bad? Oh woe, shall the nights go dark, as his evil shadows dance the moon through? Thou art to die than to suffer the wrath of Ventessi!” it was Tripali, the poetic vole maid who had spoken. Irglo ate himself out of the sticky mint trifle to pop his head out and see the reactions.

A hefty shrewmaid picked up a sturdy bronze pan and said gruffly, “Hmm. If he does come back, I’ll make sure he doesn’t set one paw onto these sandstones.”

Friar Whartle snatched the pan from her grip. “Now what were you thinking, if that pan gets beat up, then you’ll never have vegetable pasties with gravy again!”

15 seasons later.

“HEE HEE HA HA WAH HA HA HA!” Valesque cackled infront of her woodlander slaves. She was turning into a madbeast, afraid of trees, only eating fish. The Taggerung stood by her side, a pang of sympathy glowed in her gentle face. But she daren’t tell her master how dearly she wish to leave the castle.

“Maister,” she said, she had a slight North Highland accent, “Shall I take thy woodlanders to their cell?”

“Dooo…. as youuuuu pleeease. AHH!!!!! Guards! The Castle has flooded! Ahhhhhhh!!” Valesque jumped on top of her throne wildly.

“Come friends, I mean you no harm,” the Taggerung whispered. “Please,” she said after she took them down to her quarters, ” What are your names?”

“My name is Ebony. This is Bibba and Junty.” A wiry black squirrelwearing a dark purple cloak with a silverstripe down her head spoke. She indicated to a bold mousemaid, and a quiet otter babe. “Perhaps we shall know your name too, eh?”

Perhaps you need to know the Taggerung as well. She was a white otter with a black stripe that started from her nose and ran down her back to the tip of her rudder. She was muscular, and not a smidgeon of flesh was spared on her frome. Though a Holt otter at heart, she was vermin-tatooed with sea green dots under her eyes, and a lightening bolt on her left arm. “I am the taggerung, but I am not vermin. I have a great desire to leave and find my real home. You are hungry. I will get food.” She scribbled something on a scrap of parchment, wrapped in to a blue-feathered arrow, strung her bow, then shot it at a curtain outside her window.

“Hmph. Why don’t you just say, ‘Guards!’ like that mad queen of yours?” Bibba grumbled under her breath. the Taggerung chuckled. “They do not wish to speak to me. They put the meal under that gap into the door. Like………. so.” Just as she said, a large meal of steamed sea potatoes and seaweed sat beside some scallops on a plate. Taggerung pushed the food towards the three woodlanders. Ebony said grace before thanking her and eating her shared of the potatoes. “Thank you. But woodlanders like us do not eat…. fish. I can trust you because I know you are an otter of the Holt of Lutra.”

“Thank you as well. I needed to know my roots. Alright, but all of you need your energy if we are to escape.”

“Escape?”

“Nooga hooga!” Junty was playing with the shell of a scallop. “Shh….,” ebony soothed, “We don’t want the vermin finding us now.”

“Taggerung, the Queen wishes to see you.” A weasel guard bowed down infront of her room, even when the door was closed. “Tell thy Royalness that I shall be ready in a moment. Leave.” but the the armored footpaws of the weasel stood planted infront of her door, as seen through the food gap. This time the Taggerung strung a gray flighted arrow to her beaded bow. That was a warning arrow, which had a dull arrowhead. She shot it under the door to emphasize her point. “LEAVE!” Al her response was was a yowl of pain.

“Friends, I have a secret attic. It is where I sleep. You may dwell there for the time being that you are here. I shall sleep here tonight. it is here.” she lifted a tapestry of the bladethrowing queen and revealed a rollable stone. She also handed them a lit torch. “hurry.”

The taggerung prepared herself. She brightened her vermin tatooes, to show no attempt in removing them, with washable pigments, wore her favorite piece of armour with a sea green cloak that covered her shoulders. She almost looked like TiriaWildlough. Click the link for her picture. http://www.google.com/imgres?num=10&hl=en&biw=1366&bih=673&tbm=isch&tbnid=-7_KzD8Ug1KMNM:&imgrefurl=http://redwalljsdanios.blogspot.com/&docid=XZbKP8Ha1CaDVM&imgurl=http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51z%252BgOlNdsL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-clck,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg&w=300&h=300&ei=-ur4T-bbKKWn6wGn0LngBg&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=748&vpy=291&dur=1472&hovh=225&hovw=225&tx=111&ty=167&sig=117994230713702458732&page=1&tbnh=151&tbnw=151&start=0&ndsp=22&ved=1t:429,r:10,s:0,i:107=167&sig=117994230713702458732&page=1&tbnh=151&tbnw=151&start=0&ndsp=22&ved=1t:429,r:10,s:0,i:107

She strided down to the most elaborate door in the castle and had the guards open the door for her. She knenlt down on the carpet waiting for the queen to speak. Finally the door that led to her bedroom opened, and a quean and the Stiletto quean appeared. Not daring to look up, the Taggerung sniffed around. She smelled rose perfume. She cast out her senses, and heard an approaching vermin queen with the Bladethrower. Valesque seemed out of her crazy state, and talking about vanquishing the Holt of Lutra. my family! I cannot let my past blow away without knowing about them first!

“Ah, here she is Lady Tamit. the Taggerung. You may stand now.” The black wildcat examined the brawn otter as she questioned her. “Do you….. enjoy the sight of blood? Your foebeasts’ bones scattered?”

the Taggerung gulped. “I………I fight for my master. I do not fight for blood or bones. I fight to conquer what my master wishes for, and I fight to protect my master.”

“I will take her. I wish her sense of loyalty to her ‘master’ will be useful to me,” Lady Tamit Deathclaw said at last. The Taggerung was shocked. “ I will trade her for a score of weasels, a score of ferrets, and a dozen fine ermine guards.”

 

Powers of the World – Part Three

I find my way to the “newbies” meal hall by choosing random passages and going the other way when there is a slight shock. Finally, after about an hour, I am there. When I enter, loud noises nearly kill my eardrums. I hear people talking, people yelling, people cheering others on during a wrestling match – seriously? In a cafeteria? – and people doing a lot of other random things that I personally feel they should not be doing.

Suddenly the noise dies down, and everybody looks at me. I stare right back at them, when one of the girls stands up and says, in a loud clear voice, “Hey, newbie,” putting disgust on the word as though it’s the worst thing anyone could call me.

Right after she says this, everyone starts laughing. I feel my face flush with embarrassment. Seriously, does everyone have to pick on me? Then my eyes find someone who has a sympathetic look on her face. Immediately, I know I have a friend here. So, in response to the insult and for everyone laughing, I simply shrug.

Everyone stops laughing instantly. All of their eyes flick from the girl to me.

“Are you challenging me to a fight?” The girl’s eyes narrow and she glares at me.

Again, I shrug.

“Would that be a yes? I am extremely powerful you know. Actually, the best fire elementalist out of,” here she pauses to dramatically sweep her arm around. “All the people here who can control fire.”

Well, this is definitely going to be tougher than I think.

“I don’t know. Do you want to fight?” I ask.

“Hmm…if you’re not afraid to.”

Seeing the girl who looked at me in a nice way shaking her head, I almost decide not to fight.

“Well, actually, let’s just not fight.” I say.

She squints at me again. “Did I hear you say you don’t want to fight? Are you a coward?”

“I am not a coward!”

“Then prove it by showing you’re not afraid to fight me!”

Uh oh. I had just worked myself into a fight that could not be avoided. Yikes.

“Losing your nerve?” she jeered.

“I will fight you.” I say quietly.

“Okay. When?”

“How about…tomorrow at midnight. The Rosetta Room.” Earlier today, while I was heading toward the meal hall, I had passed a room called the Rosetta Room.

“Sure. If you can even find your way there!”

Her buddies all laugh. Suddenly an idea strikes me.

I say, “Hey, aren’t you a newbie too?”

She looks nervous. “Uhh…well, actually, umm…”

“Well, are you? Oh wait, don’t tell me. If you’re not a newbie, you must have been punished and sent to eat here for…how long? A week? A month?”

“No. Just today. But too bad for you, you have to sit here for quite a while!”

I laugh. “Really, being a newbie is better than being punished and having to sit here for even a day.”

“You-you-you little-” At this point of rage, she’s stuttering so much she can’t even really talk right. “You little-you little- you little-you-you aren’t even fit to eat out of trash cans!”

“Really? Then what am I eating right here?” I say, pointing to my tray. (The food came while we were arguing, but I never really noticed it.)

“Hmph!!! You don’t deserve the meal in front of you.” Then, I see another girl stand up and walk over to the person I was just arguing with. Rage shoots through me as I see the girl I share a room with. Snotty braid girl whispers into the other girl’s ear, and she gets a wicked smile on her face.

Shield of Destiny-Part 3

  “GET ME THAT GIRL NOW!” Cypher banged on his desk, “Natalya’s a master at martial arts and she can tell fake from real better than anyone. I’m afraid that’s easier said than done.” Cypher glared at the calm face on his computer, “You dare speak to me like that!” his face red as a tomato, “No master” the boy on the other end mumbled, “Good. Now get me the Shield of Destiny, and you shall not fail. Do I make myself clear?” Cypher said “No one has lived to tell the tale of what happens when somebody fails me” Cypher left the threat in the air as his face disappeared from the boy’s computer.

 I sat up in bed breathing hard; it’s been years since I’ve had a nightmare like that. I replayed the events of my dream, the silver shield flashing in and out with Cypher laughing in the background. I shook the nightmare out my head then climbed up to the upper bunk. Nick was staring at a computer screen as if he’d seen a ghost.  “Nick? Are you okay?” Nick jumped then adopted a fighting stance; he stared at me then dropped his hands, his face turning a shade of pink. “Sorry” Nick mumbled. I laughed, “You okay? You seem really tense” the smile melting off my face. “Oh, yeah, I’m okay” he gave me one of those smiles that always warms me, but this time it looked more forced. Something was wrong; he usually doesn’t act like this, “Is it about the shield? I’ve been having nightmares too.” Nick shook his head “I’m okay” he mumbled. “Hey, can I see your computer?” I asked, Nick shook his head again, “Why not?” There’s something really wrong, Nick never keeps anything from me. “Why don’t you go back to bed? It’s still kind of early.” Nick was always an early bird too. “Ok” I said, climbing down the ladder, I waited a few seconds before I spun around grabbing the computer. Nick opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it as I raised an eyebrow.

The computer screen was black with the words “Cypher Disconnected”, I stared at Nick in disbelief, tears pricking my eyes. “Natalya, I didn’t have a choice!” Nick said hurriedly but I barely heard it. The tears now replaced with anger. “Nick” I whispered, tears of anger streaming down my face, “How could you!” I screamed, smashing the computer on the floor “Is there anything else you can use to get in touch with your….master?” I asked, lingering on the word master. “Natalya, listen, he’s not my master. I have to, please-“I cut him off with a slap across the cheek, “How long have you been doing this?” , a note of utter hurt in my voice. “Ever since we first defeated Cypher” Nick said quietly, his own eyes brimming with tears. Before he could stop me I ran out the doors, “No Natalya! It’s a trap! Natalya! Come back!” Nick screamed, ignoring him I kept on running.

A dark silhouette rounded the corner, I turned around only to be blocked by another man. “Good job boys” a familiar voice said. A man walked towards us, he motioned with his hands for men to back off. Cypher leaned in close to my face “Hello my pretty” my nose stinging with the smell of spoiled milk and rotten eggs, Cypher smiled “Long time no see” one of Cypher’s men clamped a hand over my mouth as a canvas bag lowered down on me.

 

Powers of the World (This is a temporary title)

Six years ago

“Mommy! Mommy! Look at me!” I yelled through the open window. My mom came out the house and gasped.

“Skyra, get down from that tree right this instant!” She shouted back.

My mom has never used that tone with me. I began to cry, and wiped my tears with both hands. Suddenly, I fell. Being twenty or thirty feet high in the tree, that fall should have seriously injured or killed me. Strangely, I slowed down, and landed on my feet at the base of the tree, right in front of my half scared, half angry mom.

“What were you thinking?! Climbing that high in a tree?! You scared me to death when you fell! You know what I’ve told you, Skyra. You could have broken a bone, or worse, been killed! You must never, ever, do that again. Understand?”

“Yes, Mommy. But that was fun!”

“What was fun?”

“Falling!”

“Falling from the tree was fun?!”

“Yeah! Because I slowed down and landed on my feet in the fall!” I turned my head and saw a man watching us. He was dressed in black and had sunglasses on.

A year ago

I raised my hands in the air, a broad smile on my face. I had just won the School Running Championship, ahead of everyone else in my grade! The weird thing was though, while I ran, a strange wind came and pushed me faster. I never knew I could run so fast. Turning, I received the trophy and said thanks to the man who handed it to me. Wait a second. It feels like I should know this man. Oh well. I mentally shrugged and thought, what does it matter if I know him?

On the way home, my mom said, “Skyra, how did you run so fast? I’ve never seen you run so fast in your entire life!”

I replied, “I don’t know, but at least I won!”

Now

These memories and others rush through my mind as I process what the strangely familiar man in front of me has just said. That I have the power to bend air to my will? Hold on. I know who he is. He’s been there, in all of my memories with me demonstrating some way of having the power to control and distort air. But still!

“That’s not true.” I say out loud.

“Oh, but it is. So I ask you again, will you join us? After all, you don’t usually see people with the air element power walking down the street.”

“Oh yeah? And why should I ‘join’ you?”

“I teach a school, where kids with all sorts of elemental powers come to learn.”

“Right…” I say sarcastically. There’s something secretive about this guy, something I don’t trust.

“Look, just come join us and learn, okay?” I can tell this guy is losing his patience.

“And what if I say no?”

“Then I will force you to come!” And before I can do anything, he grabs my wrists and slaps a hand over my mouth. I struggle and try to scream, but the noise is muffled and no one is around. He drags me to a van, gags me and ties my wrists and ankles together, then throws me in the back. I hit my head on something hard, and the world slowly spins into black.

I wake up, and think for a moment, who am I? Then I remember. I sit up and groan. My head throbs where I hit it. Looking around, I see that I am in a prison cell-like dormitory. I notice a girl with two long braids down her back staring at me from the other side of the room. Trying for friendliness, I say, “Hi.”

She continues staring.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“Academy for Kids with Elemental Powers,” says a voice from the doorway.

I turn to see who said that. A guy is standing in the doorway. He looks about fifteen.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

He ignores me and says, “So anyway, this place has been around for who knows how long, we all have elemental powers, everybody has either the water, fire, air, or earth power, but you can go on and learn the advanced arts, like if you have the fire power, you can learn to create and control lightning, if you have the air power, you can learn to control ice, you can learn plant when you have the water power, and you can control metal when you have the earth power.”

When he’s done talking he leaves, and I am left alone with the girl again.

“So, ummm…what’s your name?”

“I am not obligated to speak with such a lowly being like you.”

That’s nice.

“Oh. Okay then.”

She turns her head sharply to the right and stares at the wall, which is a very nice olive color. Oh yeah, that’s sarcasm.

I pass the time by examining every inch of the room, looking for a way to escape. When that guy came in, he opened the door. That seems impossible. After three hours of search, I give up. This room cannot be broken out of.

An hour later, it’s time for dinner. The door opens – really? – by itself. We walk out, and I choose a random passage. Suddenly, a jolt of electricity zaps me. The girl I share a room with just smirks.

“I am not obligated to speak with you, lowly being, but I must say that you are heading in the wrong direction. The meal hall is this way. Whenever you feel a – wait, what element are you?”

“I am not obligated to answer questions from such a high and proper being as you,” I say, mimicking her tone. “But I am an air elementalist.”

“Ungrateful wench. Lowly being, I am only trying to help. Whenever you feel a slight shock, you will know that you are going in the wrong direction.”

“Ok. But how am I supposed to get out of this place?”

“Just because I helped you this once doesn’t mean we’re friends, you idiot!” she snaps.

“Ok, geez.”

“Hmph…”

I decide to follow her. After a few minutes, she says, “Why are you following me, lowly being?”

I reply, “Well, I don’t know where the meal hall is, so I thought I’d follow you to see where it is.”

“I get to dine with the other high members of the school. You,” she says with disgust, “get to dine with other lowly beings just as stupid as you.”

Oh. That makes sense. At least, it explains why she calls me a “lowly being.”

“Well, can you take me there?”

“ME?!?!?!? Take you THERE?!?!?!?!? If I get caught heading there, the teachers will think I WANT to sit in there, and then I will have to sit in there.  For a WEEK!!! Do you know HOW SHAMEFUL that is?!?!?!?!?!?”

“Well, no, I don’t know how shameful that is, but I do need you to take me there. And besides,” I say before she can talk, “You could always say you were just taking me there.”

“Why you little-”

“Girls! What are you doing?!” says a new voice from down the hall.

The snotty braid girl says, “Mademoiselle Foodle, I was just taking this lo- I-I mean new girl to the meal hall.”

“Oh really? Then explain WHY I heard YELLING from down the hall?”

“Ummm…”

“I see…no reason to explain why?”

“No, it’s just that, well, I saw Elyria and Melina having, err, an argument. And, umm, they were yelling at each other.”

“Mmhm. Right…” she said in a tone dripping with sarcasm. “And where did they go? This hallway has no turns or side passages for quite a while. I expect you want me to believe they flew through the ceiling?”

“Oh, well, umm…”

“Lying, were you?”

“Err…no.”

“Yes you were. From the first day you came here, I expected you to be able to remember that silence is needed in these halls. Clearly, I was wrong. Your punishment will be…sitting at the newbies’ table. FOR A WEEK!”

“The newbies table?! But-but it’s so-so-so-”

“So what? Full of newbies? At least you’ll be with your new friend.”

“FRIEND?!?!?!?!?! Friends with this-this- lowly being?!?!?! The idea itself horrifies me!”

“That is your punishment. Or would you like it changed to a month instead?”

The girl drops her gaze, but I can tell she’s seething with anger. She flashes me a look of pure disgust.

“Stupid lowly being,” she mutters under her breath before stalking off.

I take a few steps after her when Mademoiselle Foodle says, “And YOU!”

I freeze where I am and slowly turn around.

“As for you, because you are new, I will let you off the hook. Just this once. After all, I have a thousand students who I must attend to, and they all MUST be punished!”

Do you know this Chinese character? 你认识这个汉字吗?

This is the most complicated Chinese character of all characters. You can’t even find it in regular dictionaries! Can you write it!

The Stiletto Queen Chapter 2

This is a note to my readers: The first part is taking place on a vermin castle. the second part is taking place in the peaceful Redwall Abbey. When the word Dibbun comes up, it is referring to all the toddlers and babes of the Abbey. And when a mole speaks, I will write it’s dialog, but put what it’s really saying in parentheses. Enjoy!

“WHAT?!” Queen Valesque screeched, “You mean to tell the Stiletto Queen, Ruler and blade thrower that her Army of Rampagers is Destroyed?!”

Jikkil moaned as his queen’s claws sunk deep into the flesh of his shoulder. “My queen,” he croaked, “I can explain. The holt of the otters of Lutra were fierce, but we had stolen the granddaughter of Grath Long-“ His report was cut short as Valesque immediately sheathed her claws. The sleek weasel shrank into her throne. Jikkil sighed a breath of relief, she looked calm again.

“Show me the baby. I want this Taggerung to grow strong.” as she spoke, Jikkil tried to motion with his paw. But being the fat and wounded ermine that he was, he only lay flat down, and his eyelids drooped, and his red eyes clouded over.

“Pity,” the Bladethrower smirked, “He died.” Then she called out louder, “Bring me the new Taggerung,” and she added, “Feed Jikkil to my lovely Ripper. My Rippy should have a juicy treat for once.”

Her closest guards stood in shock at their leader’s cruelty.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Do you just want to have the entire Holt of Lutra come and kill me?”

Melgrak echoed her leader, “Yes, what are you waiting for? Thy queen has being waiting to hear my omens on the Taggerung,” the vixen said in a harsh voice.

“Come my seer. Prepare your omens. I want this Taggerung to be the one-beast army that rules the century.” She Pointed a poisoned purple-plated throwing stiletto at the guards. “Get rid of Jikkil. bring me a meal for me and my Seer. And don’t forget to bring in the Taggerung baby. Or else.” The nearest 6 guards saluted and gulped audibly as the stiletto shone threateningly.

“Thou art prepared for the omens, my Lady?”

The Queen was gripping a satin pillow to her chest, because the last time she disobeyed to omens, she lost her famous fluffy tail. “Yes,” her voice quavered.

The vixen cast out a black stone, smaller pebbles, and a brown shell and a peculiar white shell spotted with black.

“Well?” Valesque squished around some blackberry wine in a goblet.

The Seer hesitated. “The omens have spoken. The Taggerung will grow up to be a strongbeast, vermin, or no. Thou shall be separated on the 17th season anniversary of her birth,” Melgrak indicated to the 17 black spots on the white shell. “The Taggerung should escape, leave you not in in Hellgates, but merely chipped,” she said, lifting the brown shell up so that Valesque could she the chip, “You will find her with a black creature, and with an army of Rampagers shall do battle with the holt of Lutra as well as the Taggerung, next to a river.” Sure enough, there was a drop of water that slowly dribbled toward the the foot of Valesque’s throne.

Valesque quivered with rage. “I Shall not fail!” She emphasized the word, ‘fail’, with a pound of her fist, and a splash from the red wine joined the little stretch of water. “but look, my Queen,” The Seer was nearly hopping with excitement, “You will make the rivers run red with blood!”

“Oh, Roasted pigeon! Bring the meal in, guards.”

the blade thrower did not heed to the Seer though, and the seer added to herself, “But whose blood, the vermin or the holt, i cannot tell.”

“Hello Abbess Perrit. Surely you remember me?” a Ginger wildcat sat on the end of a great Hall table.

“Of course, Calmiere, you and your mother, Calayo, defended us from Ventessi the bad!” The old squirrel spoke with such grace.

“Menscessi? I gonna show’m how’s dun. I gonna punsh ‘im smack in de face like dis! Pow!” a naughty mousebabe, Irglo demolished a strawberry cream tart with honey cream  in a single fist. And to avoid any punishment, he dived into a maple and mint trifle, twice his size.

“Ventessi the Bad? Oh woe, shall the nights go dark, as his evil shadows dance the moon through? Thou art to die than to suffer the wrath of Ventessi!” it was Tripali, the poetic vole maid who had spoken. Irglo ate himself out of the sticky mint trifle to pop his head out and see the reactions.

A hefty shrewmaid picked up a sturdy bronze pan and said gruffly, “Hmm. If he does come back, I’ll make sure he doesn’t set one paw onto these sandstones.”

Friar Whartle snatched the pan from her grip. “Now what were you thinking, if that pan gets beat up, then you’ll never have vegetable pasties with gravy again!”

15 seasons later.

“HEE HEE HA HA WAH HA HA HA!” Valesque cackled infront of her woodlander slaves. She was turning into a madbeast, afraid of trees, only eating fish. The Taggerung stood by her side, a pang of sympathy glowed in her gentle face. But she daren’t tell her master how dearly she wish to leave the castle.

“Maister,” she said, she had a slight North Highland accent, “Shall I take thy woodlanders to their cell?”

“Dooo…. as youuuuu pleeease. AHH!!!!! Guards! The Castle has flooded! Ahhhhhhh!!” Valesque jumped on top of her throne wildly.

“Come friends, I mean you no harm,” the Taggerung whispered. “Please,” she said after she took them down to her quarters, ” What are your names?”

“My name is Ebony. This is Bibba and Junty.” A wiry black squirrelwearing a dark purple cloak with a silverstripe down her head spoke. She indicated to a bold mousemaid, and a quiet otter babe. “Perhaps we shall know your name too, eh?”

Perhaps you need to know the Taggerung as well. She was a white otter with a black stripe that started from her nose and ran down her back to the tip of her rudder. She was muscular, and not a smidgeon of flesh was spared on her frome. Though a Holt otter at heart, she was vermin-tatooed with sea green dots under her eyes, and a lightening bolt on her left arm. “I am the taggerung, but I am not vermin. I have a great desire to leave and find my real home. You are hungry. I will get food.” She scribbled something on a scrap of parchment, wrapped in to a blue-feathered arrow, strung her bow, then shot it at a curtain outside her window.

“Hmph. Why don’t you just say, ‘Guards!’ like that mad queen of yours?” Bibba grumbled under her breath. the Taggerung chuckled. “They do not wish to speak to me. They put the meal under that gap into the door. Like………. so.” Just as she said, a large meal of steamed sea potatoes and seaweed sat beside some scallops on a plate. Taggerung pushed the food towards the three woodlanders. Ebony said grace before thanking her and eating her shared of the potatoes. “Thank you. But woodlanders like us do not eat…. fish. I can trust you because I know you are an otter of the Holt of Lutra.”

“Thank you as well. I needed to know my roots. Alright, but all of you need your energy if we are to escape.”

“Escape?”

“Nooga hooga!” Junty was playing with the shell of a scallop. “Shh….,” ebony soothed, “We don’t want the vermin finding us now.”

“Taggerung, the Queen wishes to see you.” A weasel guard bowed down infront of her room, even when the door was closed. “Tell thy Royalness that I shall be ready in a moment. Leave.” but the the armored footpaws of the weasel stood planted infront of her door, as seen through the food gap. This time the Taggerung strung a gray flighted arrow to her beaded bow. That was a warning arrow, which had a dull arrowhead. She shot it under the door to emphasize her point. “LEAVE!” Al her response was was a yowl of pain.

“Friends, I have a secret attic. It is where I sleep. You may dwell there for the time being that you are here. I shall sleep here tonight. it is here.” she lifted a tapestry of the bladethrowing queen and revealed a rollable stone. She also handed them a lit torch. “hurry.”

The taggerung prepared herself. She brightened her vermin tatooes, to show no attempt in removing them, with washable pigments, wore her favorite piece of armour with a sea green cloak that covered her shoulders. She almost looked like TiriaWildlough. Click the link for her picture. http://www.google.com/imgres?num=10&hl=en&biw=1366&bih=673&tbm=isch&tbnid=-7_KzD8Ug1KMNM:&imgrefurl=http://redwalljsdanios.blogspot.com/&docid=XZbKP8Ha1CaDVM&imgurl=http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51z%252BgOlNdsL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-clck,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg&w=300&h=300&ei=-ur4T-bbKKWn6wGn0LngBg&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=748&vpy=291&dur=1472&hovh=225&hovw=225&tx=111&ty=167&sig=117994230713702458732&page=1&tbnh=151&tbnw=151&start=0&ndsp=22&ved=1t:429,r:10,s:0,i:107=167&sig=117994230713702458732&page=1&tbnh=151&tbnw=151&start=0&ndsp=22&ved=1t:429,r:10,s:0,i:107

She strided down to the most elaborate door in the castle and had the guards open the door for her. She knenlt down on the carpet waiting for the queen to speak. Finally the door that led to her bedroom opened, and a quean and the Stiletto quean appeared. Not daring to look up, the Taggerung sniffed around. She smelled rose perfume. She cast out her senses, and heard an approaching vermin queen with the Bladethrower. Valesque seemed out of her crazy state, and talking about vanquishing the Holt of Lutra. my family! I cannot let my past blow away without knowing about them first!

“Ah, here she is Lady Tamit. the Taggerung. You may stand now.” The ginger wildcat examined the brawn otter as she questioned her. “Do you….. enjoy the sight of blood? Your foebeasts’ bones scattered?”

the Taggerung gulped. “I………-“

The Stiletto Queen

This is a note to my readers: The first chapter is taking place on a vermin castle. the second chapter is taking place in the peaceful Redwall Abbey. When the word Dibbun comes up, it is referring to all the toddlers and babes of the Abbey. And when a mole speaks, I will write it’s dialog, but put what it’s really saying in parentheses. Enjoy!

“WHAT?!” Queen Valesque screeched, “You mean to tell the Stiletto Queen, Ruler and blade thrower that her Army of Rampagers is Destroyed?!”

Jikkil moaned as his queen’s claws sunk deep into the flesh of his shoulder. “My queen,” he croaked, “I can explain. The holt of the otters of Lutra were fierce, but we had stolen the granddaughter of Grath Long-“ His report was cut short as Valesque immediately sheathed her claws. The sleek weasel shrank into her throne. Jikkil sighed a breath of relief, she looked calm again.

“Show me the baby. I want this Taggerung to grow strong.” as she spoke, Jikkil tried to motion with his paw. But being the fat and wounded ermine that he was, he only lay flat down, and his eyelids drooped, and his red eyes clouded over.

“Pity,” the Bladethrower smirked, “He died.” Then she called out louder, “Bring me the new Taggerung,” and she added, “Feed Jikkil to my lovely Ripper. My Rippy should have a juicy treat for once.”

Her closest guards stood in shock at their leader’s cruelty.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Do you just want to have the entire Holt of Lutra come and kill me?”

Melgrak echoed her leader, “Yes, what are you waiting for? Thy queen has being waiting to hear my omens on the Taggerung,” the vixen said in a harsh voice.

“Come my seer. Prepare your omens. I want this Taggerung to be the one-beast army that rules the century.” She Pointed a poisoned purple-plated throwing stiletto at the guards. “Get rid of Jikkil. bring me a meal for me and my Seer. And don’t forget to bring in the Taggerung baby. Or else.” The nearest 6 guards saluted and gulped audibly as the stiletto shone threateningly.

“Thou art prepared for the omens, my Lady?”

The Queen was gripping a satin pillow to her chest, because the last time she disobeyed to omens, she lost her famous fluffy tail. “Yes,” her voice quavered.

The vixen cast out a black stone, smaller pebbles, and a brown shell and a peculiar white shell spotted with black.

“Well?” Valesque squished around some blackberry wine in a goblet.

The Seer hesitated. “The omens have spoken. The Taggerung will grow up to be a strongbeast, vermin, or no. Thou shall be separated on the 17th season anniversary of her birth,” Melgrak indicated to the 17 black spots on the white shell. “The Taggerung should escape, leave you not in in Hellgates, but merely chipped,” she said, lifting the brown shell up so that Valesque could she the chip, “You will find her with a black creature, and with an army of Rampagers shall do battle with the holt of Lutra as well as the Taggerung, next to a river.” Sure enough, there was a drop of water that slowly dribbled toward the the foot of Valesque’s throne.

Valesque quivered with rage. “I Shall not fail!” She emphasized the word, ‘fail’, with a pound of her fist, and a splash from the red wine joined the little stretch of water. “but look, my Queen,” The Seer was nearly hopping with excitement, “You will make the rivers run red with blood!”

“Oh, Roasted pigeon! Bring the meal in, guards.”

the blade thrower did not heed to the Seer though, and the seer added to herself, “But whose blood, the vermin or the holt, i cannot tell.”

 

 

 

 

 

“Hello Abbess Perrit. Surely you remember me?” a Ginger wildcat sat on the end of a great Hall table.

“Of course, Calmiere, you and your mother, Calayo, defended us from Ventessi the bad!” The old squirrel spoke with such grace.

“Menscessi? I gonna show’m how’s dun. I gonna punsh ‘im smack in de face like dis! Pow!” a naughty mousebabe, Irglo demolished a strawberry cream tart with honey cream  in a single fist. And to avoid any punishment, he dived into a maple and mint trifle, twice his size.

“Ventessi the Bad? Oh woe, shall the nights go dark, as his evil shadows dance the moon through? Thou art to die than to suffer the wrath of Ventessi!” it was Tripali, the poetic vole maid who had spoken. Irglo ate himself out of the sticky mint trifle to pop his head out and see the reactions.

A hefty shrewmaid picked up a sturdy bronze pan and said gruffly, “Hmm. If he does come back, I’ll make sure he doesn’t set one paw onto these sandstones.”

Friar Whartle snatched the pan from her grip. “Now what were you thinking, if that pan gets beat up, then you’ll never have vegetable pasties with gravy again!”

 

 

 

15 seasons later.

Taggerung ran fast, then dove into the stream. She cursed herself for letting the Baldethrower raise her as a Taggerung. as she scurried deep into the forest, a frightening purple cloaked figure leaped down and with strong muscles lifted her up the ground. After she caught her breath, she raised an arrow in her fist, making an impression of stabbing the purple cloaked beast.

“W-who are you?”

“Relax, I am friend to the holt of Lutra. my name is Ebony.” A siweny black paw reached out from under the cloak and uncovered the hood. Under there stood a muscular black squirrel maid with a silver stripe across her back. “I believe your name is Ariahn.” But Taggerung wasn’t listening. Her gaze was upon the magnificent but familiar sword that hung by the side of  Ebony’s waist.

“w-wher did y-you get that sword?”

Random story (I don’t have a name yet, I need help thinking of one)

Six years ago

“Mommy! Mommy! Look at me!” I yelled through the open window. My mom came out of the house and gasped.

“Skyra, get down from that tree right this instant!” She shouted back.

My mom has never used that tone with me. I began to cry, and wiped my tears with both hands. Suddenly, I fell. Being twenty or thirty feet high in the tree, that fall should have seriously injured or killed me. Strangely, I slowed down, and landed on my feet at the base of the tree, right in front of my half scared, half angry mom.

“What were you thinking?! Climbing that high in a tree?! You scared me to death when you fell! You know what I’ve told you, Skyra. You could have broken a bone, or worse, been killed! You must never, ever, do that again. Understand?”

“Yes, Mommy. But that was fun!”

“What was fun?”

“Falling!”

“Falling from the tree was fun?!”

“Yeah! Because I slowed down and landed on my feet in the fall!” I turned my head and saw a man watching us. He was dressed in black and had sunglasses on.

 

A year ago

I raised my hands in the air, a broad smile on my face. I had just won the School Running Championship, ahead of everyone else in my grade! The weird thing was though, while I ran, a strange wind came and pushed me faster. I never knew I could run so fast. Turning, I received the trophy and said thanks to the man who handed it to me. Wait a second. It feels like I should know this man. Oh well. I mentally shrugged and thought, what does it matter if I know him?

On the way home, my mom said, “Skyra, how did you run so fast? I’ve never seen you run so fast in your entire life!”

I replied, “I don’t know, but at least I won!”

 

Now

These memories and others rush through my mind as I process what the strangely familiar man in front of me has just said. That I have the power to bend air to my will? Hold on. I know who he is. He’s been there, in all of my memories with me demonstrating some way of having the power to control and distort air. But still!

“That’s not true.” I say out loud.

“Oh, but it is. So I ask you again, will you join us?” After all, you don’t usually see people with the air element power walking down the street.”

“Oh yeah? And why should I ‘join’ you?”

“I teach a school, where kids with all sorts of elemental powers come to learn.”

“Right…” I say sarcastically. There’s something secretive about this guy, something I don’t trust.

“Look, just come join us and learn, okay?” I can tell this guy is losing his patience.

“And what if I say no?”

“Then I will force you to come!” And before I can do anything, he grabs my wrists and slaps a hand over my mouth. He drags me to a van, gags me and ties my wrists and ankles together, then throws me in the back.

Yanzibian: Teaching and Playing at Yanzibian Central Elementary School

R-RING! RI-R-RIN-RING! Class was starting. I was a teacher for three classes.

3rd Grade English, 4th period

2nd Grade Music, 1st period

5th Grade Art, 2nd Period

3RD GRADE ENGLISH, 11:00AM

I was awkwardly standing in front of the class while waiting for Katrina to pair up with her mom. We were teaching a third grade English class. When class started,  Katrina and I were going to say something, but then the moms took over. they were saying that we would be reviewing their Unit 1- Unit5 words, then we were going to let them read the short picture books we were donating to their soon-to-be library. Everyone got a sticker, either Spider man, or Polly pocket.

2ND GRADE MUSIC CLASS

This class was worse. Since they were only in 2nd grade, they hadn’t learned English yet, which was trouble, because we were trying to teach them “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. They were pretty good. And even better when we bribed them with candy. There were 10 Jolly ranchers left, and 3 kids got them. When no one was volunteering to recite the first line, we said, “we’re going to choose people if you don’t recite!” Then they got all nervous, and a kid said, “Don’t  choose me! Don’t Choose me!” So we chose him. Stickers again! This time they were sparkly dogs.

5 GRADE ART CLASS

I didn’t really do anything. Those teenager did everything, telling them to draw an animal.

Ahhhh… School is over. Now I walk into the dinner-room and receive noodles and humongous man tou. like twice the size of a baseball. Really. THEN after dinner, the kids were eating ice cream, the younger ones moving to their dorms. I played Chinese Jump Rope with some 4th grade girls, then we watched Eric, Grace, and Mr. Wang play basketball with the Chinese teachers. Cindy and Tammy were just hanging on the court.

Help! Starving Children in China!

At Guizhou, China, kids are suffering from lack of food and shelter. A group of four others and me are starting a fundraiser for them. Our goal is to raise enough money to give all the students a good lunch so they can have a good education. One dollar is enough for two student’s lunches.  We’re open to any help!!

Brave: A SHORT movie review

Brave is a touching story about a princess attached to archery, Merida, runs away in disapproval of betrothal. She follows wisps, which are magical creatures that lead you to your fate/destiny, and ends up in a cottage that is owned by a witch. Merida asks the witch to cast her a spell that will change her mother’s mind. But the witch made a mistake. After the Queen ate the spell, disguised as a jam pastry, she became a bear! Only then did Merida realize that the spell would be permanent after the next two sunrises, and that her mischievous triplet brothers ate some of the cake too. Does Merida save her mother from the bear king finding her? There is only one answer. Watch the movie to find out!