Wowzer…Been a while eh?
School’s been funny.
We had our orchestra photos today…and I jsut got my uniform.
Its a dress =.= I never wore a dress before…with heels…So When we returned to the orchestra room, I started bouncing and my friend did too, then we tripped but somehow our violins didn’t o_O

¤ A Touch Of Destiny ¤

Chapter 8

Davyn pulled the magician boy back, “AN ASSASSIN!” he gasped.
Dre frowned, “JT…” she whined.
“Hmm…OH! Yea, Dre is harmless…Just a woman who looks like a fish.”
Dre picked up a random piece of wood and threw it at JT.

It was true though, Dre sometimes did look like a fish when she widened her eyes.
JT stopped it in mid-air with his hand and threw it on the ground.
“We aren’t here to perform antics, Dre.” JT said irritated.
Dre nodded and her face turned serious.
They both looked back at three confused faces.
Davyn looked like he was going to faint.

“Anyways…” JT said, “Rempn,Aven,Dre, and I are all reincarnations.”
Dre continued, “And we are here to help you stop the event that is coming.”
Davyn wobbled to the ground along with the magician.
“Yes, well you have to find the girl first, or the worst will happen.”
Aven went into his kitchen and came back with a large dusty old worn-out book.
“Only 3 copies of this book remain on our world.” Aven said, clearing a place to set the book down.
“One is with us.” JT said.
“One is with me.” Aven said, opening the book.
“And One is with Rempn’s kidnappers, though they don’t know it.” Dre finished.

“If Rempn were to find this, it may stop the war.” JT said.
Davyn’s eyes bulged, “Wait. War? What war?”
Aven sighed and opened the book.
Every page he turned seemed to crinkle between his fingers.
Aven took a deep breath and read aloud,

“The Two Were Meant To Kill Each Other.
One Was For Revenge…
The Other, Redemption.
But In This Destiny,
There Is Not Two, But Three.
The Last, Can Change It All….“

He flipped serveral pages and began to read,

“Vengeance Is The Demon
Redemption Is The Angel
The two can create a chaotic war
Or They can create an everlasting love….“

If the war comes, then the world will plunge into darkness.
All hope shall be at stake, and all loved ones will be turned against one another.
All the world shall know will be hate,war, and greed.

But if it is love, the world shall be at peace.
No one person will steal from one another.
No one person will hate on another.
This love may not kill all evil, but it kills the roots of it.
And eventually, the evil won’t be able to maintain and withers.“

Aven turned the book a couple of pages and continued on,

” The road will began forked.
They will have one leader.
That leader must choose the destiny for the world.
One side will lead to peace.
The other, to hell.
But with a mind too young to tell the differences
How will the journey turn out? “

Rempn breathed hard on the cold wall.
Her whole body was covered with bleeding cuts and bruises.
“That…wasn’t too bad…” she muttered, trying to relieve the pain, “C’mon…You’ve experienced worse…”

She tried recalling a memory more painful then what she just felt.
“Uh…Like….the time you….” she said to herself.
“Ugh, the time…you….were run over by that Taxi driv–” Rempn jsut noticed she was talking to herself and realized she sounded like a fool, “Oh just shut up and stop talking to yourself Rempn, nothing was more painful then that.”

She caressed her cuts softly, squinting all the while.
“What kind of parent would call a titanic-sized boy ‘KELLY’!??!!?”
Rempn put her hands on the floor and felt blood drip down her limbs and onto the floor, staining the floor around her.

She moved her hands next to her feet and felt a wet puddle.
Alarmed, she pulled her hand out of the thick liquid and tried to see what it was.
“Its…” she moved closer to the puddle, “…blood.”

Rempn felt a drop fall on her head and looked up.
What she saw amazed her tremendously. The blood was dripping from the ceiling.
She looked over at the place she was sitting earlier, the blood was gone.

An idea appeared in her mind, “Maybe…I should test it.”
She squeezed her cuts harder, letting the blood drip onto the floor.
Rempn stared at the blood for a long time, and she did not once blink.
The blood started to disappear and she heard a drop fall into the puddle next to her.
Her eyes widened.

“It disappears into the floor…and comes out the ceiling.”, she muttered to herself, trying to work it out in her head.
So that means…this area was built for no escape. Whatsoever. What sinks into the ground, comes out of the ceiling…back into the ground…and so forth.
“Could this help me escape?”

The blood of puddle had already reformed again as she sat against the wall to ponder on her new discovery.
It always comes from that one area in the ceiling…
Rempn spent what seemed like decades trying to create an escape.
Her eyelids grew heavy, How long have I been here?
Rempn’s thoughts veered away from her plan to escape and to her companions.
Davyn…When he was about to go to find Noru…why did he hug me? I mean…that way…
She let that vanish into the depths of her mind for a while.
Rempn sighed and closed her eyes, trying to rest her blatant thoughts.
After a while she nodded off into a deep sleep.

I sighed, sitting down in the cruel cold darkness.
My home. After the death of my parents, I lived with a classmate of mine…How is she doing? Does she wonder where I am? No one knows I live with her..So how would she know what happened to me?

Aven closed the book and looked up at JT and Dre.
“Do you understand now?” JT asked Davyn and the magician.
Davyn seemed so woozy and the magician sighed, “This…leader…How do we find the person?”
Dre blinked slowly and replied, “It’ll be hard. Jt and I think that since the leader is so strong, who knows who it could be! He might be so strong, we can’t even sense him!”
“That’s a problem.” Davyn mumbled to himself.

The fragile looking girl sat on her bed, staring out the window, shaded away from the light.
“Where are you?” she whispered softly, holding a drawing in her hands.
The girl decided to add to her drawing of a single rose, the blissful rose that sat in front of her window.
She stared at the things surrounding the rose.
She stared at her drawing.
She had everything in the picture, but it felt like she had nothing.
She stopped focusing on the rose and looked out the window again.
“Just sunlight,trees, and nature.” she sighed.
The girl dropped her drawing and paper onto the floor and lay her head on her pillow.
She reached under her pillow and pulled out a book.
She rolled onto her stomach and opened the book, taking out a torn cloth and setting it aside as she began to continue reading her book.
After a while when she came to the last page, and began to read it out loud.
“A group of friends whom always stayed together one day never spoke again to one another. ‘What happened?’ People would ask, and they would always reply, ‘I guess…we just weren’t destined to stay like magic’. “
The girl closed the book, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and said, “What a crappy story.”

I’ve been going on a anger rampage. As in I can’t control my anger.
So two of my friends have been spreading the rumor of me emo-ness.
It’s not fully true =.= I don’t slit my wrists, dangit!
Anyways, people are randomly coming up to me asking to see my wrists and since my anger is crazy I curse them out in my mind and give them an evil glare, walk away, and flick them off.
Today my friend stole my watch and wouldn’t give it back and started tossing it back and forth between another girl in the locker. I got so mad I grabbed the arm holding my watch and punched her in the face. XD
And note that was after I did the same to all the other annoying people.
If you read this, then your weird. I just typed that there so I could get some anger out. Although I’m sort of proud o_O
.:Snowy:.
P.S.
Cow’s say Moo.