Gaurdians of Fae: The Bellsong Chronicles

[Arissa Warrner]

(( i notised that attacked by a Sharden and faries))

[anasa]

Scroll 4: Norn

"So...?" said the angry customer, "What is it, old hag? I've been waiting for days!"

Said old hag opened her eyes slowly, looking down upon the man seated before her, though he was much taller then she was.

"I don't know," she said in her low, raspy voice, "It is hard to find a pearl when there's no light."

"Oh, I knew it!" He shouted, flinging up his arms in exasperation, "The old woman is senile!"

For, you see, what the woman was being asked to do was not to find a pearl but to tell the man's fortune. Her name was Norn, and she was of the seldom few who could see the energies given off by souls, whether they be tree, human, or even dirt. Watching the man walk away, she bitterly noted that dirt was often purer then man.

[Arissa Warrner]

(( yaaaaaaaah someone sees soul-lights besides some of my War-os world charters (insert your own smily face hear)

[Lan]

((so she can read the dirt's future?))

[anasa]

She sighed and leaned back in her chair. Since no other customers were present, she scanned the market with eyes glazed over, practicing her art. Her mother had always told her that one is never too good to forget. The scene was incredibly lively, with merchants and performers from all over Fae chatting up the locals, pretending to be exotic, though most of them had spent a great deal of their lives on the Plains. So many souls intermingling with one another...

Suddenly, a dark green cloud blocked her view.

"So, there you are, Loki," she said, removing her headress to reveal her bald head, "Help me clean up, will you? I can't stand this summer heat."
Her grandson groaned, laying eyes on the messy tent.

"It's always summer on the Solnama Plains," he said, "We won't make any money if you pack up every afternoon."

She turned, looking shocked that he would suggest such a stupid thing.
"Why, Loki," she said, "What makes you think I charge money?"
With that, she turned and left, leaving Loki to do all of the work.

[anasa]

((Yes. She can see what's going to be planted there, if something's going to dig into it, etc. The simpler the life form, the easier it is to see their future. Humans are most difficult because they are always changing their destiny.))

[Lan]

((*waves hand over dirt.* you will have 2 kids, a cactus and a daisy. you will be dug and moved to south america in 2 years, and then you will be consumed by a 2 year old dog))

[anasa]

((lol. Yeah, like that.))

[Lan]

((sweet))

[anasa]

Norn let out a sigh of relief as she sat next to the thundering river running from a nearby mountain range. The air had dropped 30 degrees as soon as she had neared it. Many other merchants were there as well, watering their horses or playing with their children.

Of course, she didn't expect Loki to actually clean anything. He'd probably just pout and walk off, as always. But, she simply couldn't look at him when his soul was so tainted by what he and his so-called companions had done that day. Every day, he came back at noon, surrounded by a dark green cloud of guilt and shame. It usually passed after an hour or so, depending on the crime. She closed her eyes, not able to look upon the friendly scene before her. Loki was a good-hearted boy. He just needed a good punch in the face.

FWOOSH!

A heavy gust of wind blew in from behind her. With it came the heavy scent of Fyzunia trees. She opened her eyes. Fyzunia grew in only one place. This had to be from the Forest of Fae.

[Zeth Gurido]

((I have an urge to mess things up with my minor admin powers, but yet I will resist because you are my friends......))

[anasa]

Tawny felt as if she had become see-through. Her body glowed and cold wind flew straight through her. Once, she had stood in front of a large fan set on high. She had held out her arms, feeling that she was an airplane flying through the sky. That was nothing compared to this.

She landed painfully on her knees. Looking up, she saw with dismay that her potential captors were unaffected by her attack.

"Well...um..." she said nervously, standing up, "Didn't know I could do that. Erm...I've got to meet somebody, so if you could please..."

"That was fairy magic," boomed one of the armored fairies, "No human can use it! She MUST be a faera!!"

"N-n-no!" Tawny exclaimed, holding up her hands, "There must be a mistake! I-I'm a fairy, too!"

Apparently, they didn't buy it.

Soon, she was on the run, while it only took the ironclad fairies two flaps of their great wings to land in front of her and grab ahold of her arms. She kicked and pulled frantically, cursing and shouting that the fairies were stupid and that she'd done nothing wrong, and several other things that I prefer not to write here. Her mouth was then unable to open, sealed by what she took to be the leader's magic.

The leader drew a knife and, with one whisper, it glowed blood-red. She lifted the knife above her head, then brought it down towards Tawny's heart.

A thought quickly flashed through Tawny's mind: "Aw, man! I've already died ONCE today!"

[anasa]

((And for that, we are very grateful.))

[anasa]

((Suh-WEEET!!! Over 100 views! {Does the "over-one-hundred-views" dance} Course, most of them are probably mine.))

[Arissa Warrner]

((yah if you messed it up you would get it at school Zack. Besides who said this was open to RP in Hummmm?? Or generly mess it up? (twangs Zack with Exploding firebird arrows so fast he CANT catch them))