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"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about getting out there and dancing in the rain"-unknown.
Shane-
You are out-going, fun to be with, easy to chat with, you have a sense of braveness about you. (etc etc etc.....the qualities of a... more »
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about getting out there and dancing in the rain"-unknown.
Shane-
You are out-going, fun to be with, easy to chat with, you have a sense of braveness about you. (etc etc etc.....the qualities of a... more »
if you ever felt like just running somewhere, copy this into your profile.
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about getting out there and dancing in the rain"-unknown.
Shane-
You are out-going, fun to be with, easy to chat with, you have a sense of braveness about you. (etc etc etc.....the qualities of a Gryffie.)Well you are clever,and you have a LOT of awareness.
Stereotypes are BAD, bold the ones that fit you.
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLACK so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.
I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.
I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.
I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals
I'm ITALIAN, so I MUST be a great cook.
I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be screwing them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.
I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and that's how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so i must be GAY TOO
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas
I'm a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction
I'm a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude
I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.
I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.
I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff
I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks
I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.
I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.
I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA
I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect
I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black
I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.
I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.
I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.
I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.
I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.
I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.
I DON'T LIKE to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.
My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.
I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.
I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.
I READ COMICS, so I MUST be a loser.
I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE.. So I MUST be a whore myself.
I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse
I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist
I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.
I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.
I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.
I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.
I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.
I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.
I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep
I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.
I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.
I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.
I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.
I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.
I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.
I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.
I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!
I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.
I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.
I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser
I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy
I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.
I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.
I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins
I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan
I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion
I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.
I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.
I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.
I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.
I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.
I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.
I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.
I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish
I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.
I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.
I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.
I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.
I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroos.
I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times
I’m GAY so I’m after EVERY straight guy around.
I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.
I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.
I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak.
I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.
I an friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.
I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.
I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist
I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, them burst into tears at one mistake
I DON'T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems
I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED
"He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.
“Green grass breaks through snow.
Artemis pleads for my help.
I am so cool.”
He grinned at us, waiting for applause.
"That last line was four syllables.” Artemis said.
Apollo frowned. “Was it?”
“Yes. What about I am so bigheaded?”
“No, no, that’s six syllable, hhhm.” He started muttering to himself.
Zoe Nightshade turned to us. “Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan. Tis not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I’d had to hear one more poem that started with, There once was a godess from Sparta-“
“I’ve got it!” Apollo announced. “I am so awesome. That’s five syllables!” he bowed, looking very pleased with himself."
"Annabeth: "Hey, Seaweed Brain."
Percy: "Will you stop calling me that?"
Annabeth: "You know you love it.""
""Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoe said. "We should eat while we can."
Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?"
Zoe blinked. "Yes. What is funny?"
"Nothing," Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. "I could use some dam french fries."
Even Thalia smiled at that. "And I need to use the dam restroom."
Maybe it was the fact that we were so tired and strung out emotionally, but I started cracking up, and Thalia and Grover joined in, while Zoe just looked at us.
"I do not understand."
"I want to use the dam water fountain," Grover said. "And I want to buy a dam T-shirt." « less
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jingle bells, Tor had a bad day, Keezie laid an egg....
Ash mobile lost its wheel
and Ash cursed away
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and we all laughed away, hey!
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I. The Beginning
Callalille was one of the most beautiful and grandest castles in all of Moonrose; second only to the castle of the king. It was set near Lockwood Forest, away from the kingdom and village. Its magnificent stone towers reached high - up to the Heavens, it seemed. There were gardens everywhere on the grounds, full of colorful flowers. Its greatest feature was the windows that covered the building, letting in light and happiness. Aside from the normal (yet elegant) windows in every room, there were bay windows in the library, a window in the dining room that covered the entire outdoor wall, and the glorious stained windows in the ballroom. Callalille was a bright and joyful place, and often the host of elaborate balls and parties.
My name is Rhiannon Reine, and that's what I've been overhearing from the servants for the past seventeen years. I try to imagine my home and that place to be the same, but I can't. Everything changed when my mother was pregnant with me. Dark red curtains were placed over the windows; dim candles took the form of light. Moss has grown over the light grey stones of the castle. The balls and parties came to a halt, and visitors are rare, mostly consisting of messengers from the king. The entire property is dark and dreary, and the forest casts long shadows over the area. But still, this is my home.
Lady Leilah was once the most sought-after and gorgeous woman in our kingdom. She never took advantage of that, though, and remained pure and kind. Then the handsome, confident, Lord Roldan came along and won her heart. However, now, they are simply my parents. Mother keeps to herself, and spends most of her time in her room, crying for reasons only the Almighty God Himself knows. Father is always gone, training warriors for the king's army. When he's home, he yells at my mother and me.
I try to keep away from him. Sometimes I wander the castle, listening to the servants' stories. When it's rainy, I walk outside along the edge of the forest. But mostly I pass my time in the library. My schooling ended this summer, so I have no other priorities to occupy myself with. However, my eighteenth birthday is drawing near, and I admit that I'm excited for it. I have a sense of dread, though, but it's probably just my nerves.
II. A Moment of Truth
It's the noon before my birthday, and I'm sitting in the bay windows of the library, attempting to read, but my mind can't focus. I set the book down and peer out of the curtain just in time to see a man arrive on horseback. Today is unusually foggy, so I creep downstairs to get a better look of the man. I get to the corner as I hear a knocking, and the doorman opening the door.
"Urgent message from the king! I must deliver it directly to Lady Leilah."
I hide behind a curtain as the butler leads the messenger down the hall. I wait a moment then follow them upstairs. A few minutes later, I land on the third floor. Peeking around the corner, I see the messenger enter my mother's suite, and the butler walking off in the other direction. When the door closes, I hurry to listen outside of it. The messenger has already begun talking.
"'She's almost eighteen. She needs to be with her father. The king demands it.' That's all I have to say. Should I send a message in return?"
After a moment of silence, followed by a long sigh, my mother responds, "Tell him simply-'tonight.'" I hear the messenger approach the door so I quickly turn the corner. Once I am certain of his absence, I return to the door and knock.
"Yes? Come in."
"Good afternoon, Mother."
"Ah, Rhiannon, dearest, come sit here by me. We need to discuss some things."
Cautiously I move over by her, observing the solemn expression in her tear-filled, blue eyes.
"What's the matter, Mother?"
"Rhi darling, I need you to hear me out. You are a grown woman now, with knowledge and understanding. Please listen to everything I have to say before you make judgements of me. Will you promise me that?"
Worried, and reluctant, I consented. "I promise."
"There are times in our lives where we come to a crossroad. We know not of what lies ahead on either path, yet we must choose. Often times, the path we choose starts off smooth and beautiful, but soon becomes rocky and twisted. There is no way to turn back. Because of our bad choice in paths, we must face fears beyond our nightmares, leading us to other crossroads where we pray we've chosen the path of our dreams.
"I once chose the wrong path. Oh, but it was wonderful to begin with. Never before had I felt such love, such passion. He was handsome, powerful, but kind and caring, with a heart of gold like I've never seen. He was strong, and protective, and always made me feel safe with him. To this day, I wonder what I could have done to deserve a man of such loyalty and love...
"But, alas, it was too good to be true. For you see, we were both married to other people. His wife Elaine was of an arranged marriage. To keep his status, and possibly his life, he agreed to marry her. After we met, he longed so miserably to leave her, to let her be with someone she loved, and so he could do the same. As you know, however, there was no way he could legally do so, nor could I. So we continued our secret love affair, refusing to let anything separate us. Then I became pregnant.
"Roland agreed to claim the child as his own to protect everyone involved. I believe he still cares for me, and that's why he's made this sacrifice. But he hasn't been the same since. Neither have I. We both suffer from broken hearts. I spend my time crying, longing for the only man I truly loved, while Roland holds anger in his heart. He had to find out his love, his wife, was not only in love with someone else, but was also bearing that man's child. Then he has to see the child daily and have that constant reminder of my affair. It's painful for him, and I sympathize. As I hope you will, too.
"When I was forced to stop seeing my love, I fell into a depression that I've yet to rise from. My once bright and happy life became full of darkness. The castle was changed to fit my mood because the light was too painful of a reminder for me. I'm sorry you had to grow up in this environment.
"As it is, the most important bits of information have yet to be told. I'm sure it has become obvious to you that Roland is not your father. I am so sorry for keeping that from you for all these years. I had hoped never to tell you, so that you wouldn't have to bear the cross of my mistakes."
"So why are you telling me this now? And if Roland's not my father, then who is?"
"Your father is King Rousseau, my dear, and I'm telling you because he has requested that you go live with him now."
"King Rousseau?!"
"Yes. You are a princess by birth. And tonight you will be taken to the royal castle where you belong, my child. You will be able to get to know your father, and spend time around people. Maybe you'll even find yourself a husband and a love like the one I felt for Rousseau. You deserve it, darling."
Suddenly, everything was put into perspective for me. I had heard the truth. I am choosing to ignore what's been done in the past, and focusing on the very near future. A future I am not prepared for. I sense that no good can come from King Rousseau. I don't know how I can ever see him as my father when, for nearly eighteen years, he has merely been the ruler of my kingdom. I have only a few hours to find out.
Just as the sun begins to set below the trees, we pack my things in the carriage sent from the king, and head for his castle, my new home. We sit in silence - my mother and I. But that really wasn't unusual for us, anyways, on normal days. So it only makes sense that it should be this way today. My shoulder grazes hers, but she doesn't notice. Her mind is elsewhere - torn between the memories of her life-long love, being able to see him again within moments; and having to give up her one and only child.
My mind is elsewhere, too. I still haven't had time to process everything. At the same time, my stomach is full of wretched little butterflies flying around, their wings pounding against my chest. My heart is beating like the dance of a wild man. Just as I begin to fear a loss of consciousness, we arrive at the castle.
A butler leads us around to the farthest section of the castle, into a fancy sitting room, where we wait for the king's arrival. A tall man, with exceedingly good looks and an air of pride, steps into the room. One glance at my mother tells me this is Rousseau, my father. She appears torn between hurt and love, and just stares at him.
"Good evening, Leilah."
"And you, Rousseau."
"You must be Rhiannon. You look just like your mother...Now, there are a few things to discuss. We obviously can not let others know you are my child. We will say, instead, that you're here for schooling. Is that okay with you?"
"If it pleases you."
"Your room is already set up for you, and my servants have brought up your belongings. Do you want to go there now, or do you have any questions?"
"I can go there now."
"Okay. I need to have a word with your mother before she leaves. I'll probably just see you in the morning. Good night, and welcome home." He then embraces me. I hurry off because I know they'd be doing more than just talking.
*~*
I awake in my new home and it takes me a moment to remember where I am and why. When my memories return, I get up, get dressed, and go downstairs. A butler comes up to me and leads me to the dining room. Rousseau and Elaine are already seated.
"Good morning Rhi. Come sit." I sit across from Elaine. She is pretty, but not beautiful.
"Good morning Rhiannon. I'm Elaine. Welcome to our home." I could tell she didn't know the truth.
"Thank you." I finish my breakfast, even though I don't have much of an appetite.
*~*
Today has been long and tiring. I crawl into bed and pick up a book. There is a window across from my bed; the curtains are drawn back. I put the book back down and walk over to it. I hop up onto the windowsill and look out. My room is at the back of the castle, so I have a great view of the large garden up to the forest. The Heavens are filled with shining stars and a bright, orange, full moon. It is eerily beautiful and breathtaking. For the first time, my mind has no worries, only admiration for the Creator of this scene.
I am startled from my peaceful solitude by a slight creaking noise. I whip my head around as Rousseau closes the door. For a moment, we just stare at each other. Then, finally, Roussau speaks.
"I am very happy that you came to stay. I've been waiting for this day for a long time. I am sorry that we didn't do much for your birthday. I have a present for you already, but anything else you want, it's yours."
I sit there, watching him approach, thinking that all I want is to leave. He stands next to me, looking at me.
"I can tell already how much like your mother you are. So young, so sweet, so innocent." He grabs strands of my hair and twirls it in his fingers. I tense up. "You've never been outside of Callalille, have you? Not even to socialize, spend time with friends, or date?"
"I'm not much of a people-person. I prefer books." He gazes at me, moving his hand from my hair to my cheek. I knew being here would be no good. He doesn't take long to prove that.
"Books are never as good as the real thing." Then he kisses me. I try to push away, but if I push too hard, I'll fall out of the window. I twist and turn, trying to escape. He holds me closer, refusing to let me go. He pulls me off the window; tears at my nightgown, while pushing me against the wall. No longer afraid of falling out of the window, I conjure up all of my anger into my arms and throw him off of me. Not realizing the extent of my strength, he lands on the floor on the other side of my bed. I stare in awe for a moment, then move to the side to look at Rousseau.
I stand in front of the window and peer around the bed. Rousseau is getting up, looking mad. I turn and look outside for an escape. The clouds part and the moon shines on me. I turn back around to face Rousseau. He is coming at me slowly, trapping me. My fear and anger is travelling throughout my body, tensing up my muscles and pumping my blood quickly through my veins. My breathing becomes deeper. All I see is red - blood red. Then I black out.
When I come back to my senses, Rousseau is gazing at me in fear, slowly backing away. Like an animal to its prey, I pounce on him. My movements are swift and graceful. I dig my long fingernails into his side; a wonderful scent fills the room as his blood drips down his body. I sniff the air, relishing in this new sensation, new emotion.
The moon moves directly in front of the window; filling the room with light. I feel the sudden urge to sing. I open my mouth and let out a howling song. I forget about Rousseau; he might as well not be there. I move over to the window and crouch on the edge. Many urges fill through my body. Without thinking, I jump from the window, landing on my feet. I take off running, enjoying the feel of the dirt under my skin, the wind whipping through my hair as I speed past the trees, going deeper and deeper into Lockwood Forest.
I wander in the forest, feeling happy and free for the first time in my life. I'm getting thirsty, so I sniff out a nearby creek. I bend down over the water, but jump back when I see an animal in there. As I back away, I see it disappear, so I bend over again. The animal reappears. I start to shake, and reach into the water. The face of the creature ripples; I realize it's a reflection - my reflection. The creature fades into a woman crying. What am I? I curl up, unable to move. This must be a dream - a nightmare. There's nothing I can do but cry, cry until I fall asleep on a bed of dirt, the sound of water flowing calming my nerves.
*~*
I wake up in a strange room made of logs and mud. Looking around the room, I realize I'm alone. I take the place in - it's simple, no furnishings except the bed of animal skins I lay on. I glance down at myself and am relieved to see a human instead of a creature. Also, I have been clothed in an animal skin dress.
I jump back and hit my head on the wall as I see a shadow appear on the floor. A young man hurries around the door and sits next to me. He asks me if I'm okay, but I seem to have forgotten how to talk. Or breathe. Or do any sort of functioning.
All I can do is stare at him. His brown hair falls in his face in a natural mess, and when he runs his fingers through, every strand falls back in place. He has a perfect tan that can only come from spending hours in the sun, out in nature. He has strong, muscular arms. But I barely notice these. I'm lost in his face; his dark green eyes lock onto mine, his gorgeous smile making him shine. He places his hand on my head to feel my temperature, and I feel comfortable with him.
I ease my tension then sit up completely. I take a deep breath, gaining control of myself.
"Who are you?"
He laughs, a more pleasing sound than any song or instrument. I nearly lose control again. "Ah, you speak!"
"Of course I speak."
He laughs again, apparently amused by me. "I'm Hunter. One of the men here found you down by the creek and brought you here. Then one of our healers got you some temporary clothes and used some herbal remedies to fix you up."
"Thanks...Where am I?"
"You are in the village of Cashile, deep in Lockwood Forest. It's a small, secluded, and safe place to be."
"Are you intending on killing me or something?"
"Hardly. We are here to help you."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
He smiles gently and whispers, "Take my hand." Without hesitation, I do so. As soon as my hand touches his, all of my doubts and fears are gone. He can tell, so he smiles wider, and pulls me to my feet. We stand there, hand in hand, not taking our eyes off each other.
"Oh, good, she's awake." I jump back and almost trip over the blankets, but Hunter catches me before I hit the ground.
"You're really going to injure yourself if you keep jumping every time someone comes around." The room fills with his laughter and I begin to wish he didn't find me so amusing. I am so mesmerized that I almost forget about the man standing next to us.
"I am Chief Louvel. I hope you are feeling well?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Good. Hunter here can show you around, get you settled in. Supper will be ready in an hour." He leaves.
"Sorry about that. He's busy or else he would have given you a better welcoming."
"It's okay." I sit down, and Hunter follows.
"So, tell me about yourself."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything." He smiles. "Let's start with your name."
"I am Rhiannon Reine, daughter of Lady Leilah and King Rousseau." I try to be strong but as soon as I say his name, I crumble and begin to cry.
Hunter wraps his arms around me; holds me close. I feel a strangeness flowing throughout my body and I am quickly scared that I'll change again. I am going to turn into a monster and hurt Hunter and maybe others. I am cursed. I decided now that I must end my life, before I can end others.
But then Hunter holds me closer. "It won't do any good."
"What won't?"
"Killing yourself..."
"How did you know that?!" I pull back. He takes my hands, firmly but tenderly.
"When did you turn eighteen?"
"Last night."
"It really must be hard on you, then. Did you have anyone help you?"
"Help me do what?"
"Change." I just stare at him, too shocked for words. "I am like you, too. Everyone here is. You're not alone anymore."
"What am I?"
"You are a rare creature. Usually we are only born through a certain bloodline, but you were not. You were born through pain and anger, through suffering. You must have been through quite an ordealfor the Moon to give you some of her powers." He speaks in admiration, but I am still confused.
He continues. "Some see it as a curse; others a blessing. Here, it's our way of life. It's who we are. I changed three months ago, so I remember how it is at the beginning. I want to help you. You can learn how to control it, benefit from it, appreciate it, and love it."
"You never told me what I am."
"You haven't figured it out? What do you think you are?"
"It's impossible."
"Embrace the impossible."
I don't want to sound crazy. My mind imagines different possibilities, but it keeps coming back to one. Werewolf.
"You know the answer. And you're right. We are werewolves. But no, you're not crazy." He smiles again and I start to believe him. I don't want to, but he makes it so easy. He pulls me back to him and wipes away my tears. "Forget whatever you've been through. And don't kill yourself. Stay here with me, with us, and be happy."
There are now two things that bring my life peace: running in the moonlight, and Hunter. If only I knew more about either.
"I don't really want to go out right now. Would it be okay to show me around later?"
"Of course. Do you want to rest? I can leave."
"No. Stay. I want to hear more."
"In the beginning of time, God made the world and everything in it. Then He made Adam and Eve. He never intended for Eve to betray Him, but she did. Ever since, sin, discipline, and punishment have been a part of life. Sometimes, we are punished for our ancestors' mistakes. Sometimes, there are loopholes.
"There was once a man, perverted and disgusting, who grew so lonely he slept with an animal. That animal was one of God's precious creations, and now it was tainted. God became angry, and thought of a punishment severe enough for his sin: he would have a child, offspring from the animal. That offspring was half animal - half man. But God wanted nothing to do with the creature, so He gave power to the Moon to watch over this being. The creature mated with a human and had children who mated with humans, too. Before long, the creatures began to resemble humans again. The Moon feared losing her powers, so she cast a spell. All descendants of the man would look like humans, but because of their blood, they never would be. When they turn eighteen, they will go through their first transformation. Sometimes it happens, though, that on a person's eighteenth birthday, they will go through something so horrible that the Moon takes pity on them.
"She has her flaws because she is not God. But she is sympathetic. You may see this as a curse, but the Moon helped you, she deemed you worthy enough of these powers. In life, we have to take what we are given and make the best of it. Before, you lived a luxurious life, but you were miserable and trapped. Now, you live in a log hut, but you have the opportunity of being happy and free. Would you really rather go back to whatever problems you had at home just so you won't be this "monster" anymore?"
Everything he told me seemed so unreal. But it was the only explanation that made any sense at all. "Maybe...maybe you're right. You seem to know so much about me, about my past. How?" His expression becomes troubled.
"Not every 'wolf has a power. Usually, the only ones who do are the Chief, and the son destined to be his heir."
"Wait! So you're kind of like...a prince...or something?"
"Basically."
"You don't seem happy about it."
"It's not taht I don't want to be Chief. It's just that as soon as I changed and discovered my powers, my dad has been different towards me. We all thought my brother would be Chief. But now, all of a sudden, I am."
"I actually understand how you feel. I didn't know I'm a princess until two days ago." He looks both shocked and confused. "My mom had an affair with the king, who didn't claim me until I was old enough for him to have his way with me."
"Oh. That explains a lot, too. But as for why you have powers, the only one who knows is the Moon. Appreciate it - they may come in handy." We laugh.
"So how can you read my mind but I can't read yours?"
"I learned how to control my mind. In time, you will, too. We have plenty of time to talk further about this. For now, let's go eat."
I am in a deeper part of the forest; the sky is fading from pink to blue. I can see a faint glimpse of stars. I hear two pairs of feet running - Hunter's and mine. We are racing again, but he's not getting ahead of me, yet. Neither of us are doing it for the competition; we just love to run. And be together, but not as a couple. Unfortunately. Even more unfortunate is the fact that I have yet to be able to close my mind from him, so he knows whenever I think that. He just gets sad and quiet. I know he doesn't want to be more than friends, but I can't seem to get myself to feel that way, too. I love our friendship, though, so I settle with that. I have to. He's the only one who can calm me, can wake me when the nightmares get too bad, and can make me forget. With him, I feel peace and happiness, and I need that.
I pick up the speed and run off the trail. He follows. The wind is whipping my face softly. I feel like I'm flying, my feet barely hitting the dirt ground. It's been three months and I still run through the trees as though it's my first time. But I love it...even more than reading. I also love training. Hunter and I train with a guy named Lothar, then we battle against each other. Hunter always wins, since he's three months ahead of me, but it's still fun. I'll beat him one day.
We run in pitch darkness for a while, until we can see the Moon peaking through the trees. She lights up a clearing for us. There is a pond, and a rock formation hovering over it. We climb up on the rock and lay a blanket over its cold surface. We sit down and look out at the pond. If you turn your head in the right angle, the pond forms a heart. It sparkles and shines, reflecting the Moon's beauty. We come here every day, sneak away from Cashile when everyone's asleep, to talk, to laugh, to battle, to do anything our hearts desire.
"I win, as always," he boasts, jokingly.
"Ah, but that's because you're so great...at cheating!"
"We have rules? How can I cheat if we have no rules?"
"You just can."
"If you say so."
"I do." We sit on the edge of the rock in silence. I lay on my stomach and reach into he water. It's warm. I move my hand in figure eights, watching the ripples absentmindedly. I can feel him looking at me but refuse to look at him, refuse to get lost in those eyes. With all my luck, I'd fall into the pond. I wish I could be more graceful and impress him more...He breaks the silence, not wanting to hear any more of my thoughts.
"So, I hear Caden has taken a liking to you."
"Caden? So? You think I should be with Caden?"
"Well, I mean, he's a great guy, very smart, and excellent in battle. He transformed almost a year ago, so he helped me out a lot. A few girls have liked him but he's always been more focused on school or training."
"So he's a workaholic then? We'd never have any fun."
"No, it's not like that. He loves socializing. He just usually doesn't date." He's trying really hard to get me with Caden. It's one thing to know he only wants to be friends, but it hurts to know that he has no problem seeing me with another guy. That's just the harsh reality, though.
"We'll see..." He drops it. Caden isn't that bad. He's been really nice to me, and offered to help me with my training. He's admittedly good looking; very strong and muscular; with dark blue eyes and short brown hair. But he just doesn't compare to Hunter. No one can.
I could barely sleep. I get up early and start walking towards the main building. I hear footsteps approaching then someone stands next to me. Caden.
"You're up early."
"I couldn't sleep."
"Oh. Are you waiting on Hunter or do I get the pleasure of your company today?"
"Hmm...you may join me."
We walk into the building and get our breakfast plates. We settle at a place in the corner and eat.
"How are you enjoying Cashile?"
"It's very nice here. Much better than Callalille."
"I've been there. I didn't see anything wrong with it."
"Family problems."
"Ah. I see. Have you been able to find happiness here?"
"Um...yeah. I have. I love it here."
"That's good. You're doing great in training. Lothar is an excellent teacher, and I bet having Hunter helps, too." I nod and pick at my food. "You're not good with small talk, are you?"
"No, not really."
"Would you like to go somewhere? We have time before training starts."
"That sounds nice."
*~*
We walk. I'm not used to walking. It's nice - being able to really notice the trees and creatures instead of just a blur of colors and shapes.
He looks at me and grins. He has a beautiful smile and playful eyes. "How well can you climb?"
"Very well."
"Then follow me," he says as he jumps into the tree we are standing under.
I follow, jumping from branch to branch, higher and higher. He drops down onto the branch I'm standing on, and grabs my arm to keep me from losing balance. "Sorry. We are almost there. Can you make the jump?" He points a few feet over to the next tree.
"No problem."
We fly through the air, landing firmly on the next tree. He grabs my hand to pull me onto the branch with him. Still holding my hand, he begins to creep around to the other side of the tree.
"Here we are." We step into a tiny tree-house. "I made this place myself after I transformed. It's a nice place to escape, and has a great view." He was right. I look out the window and see miles of trees stretching out to mountains far in the background. There is a stream flowing through the center, coming from a huge waterfall. "You're the first person who has been here."
"What is it that draws you so close to me, when you hardly know me?"
"Everyone here has grown up together. We're like a family. It's hard to be attracted to someone who's like your sister. But you - you're new. You're different. Then I seen you in training. I have never seen anyone light up the way you do. You're strong, powerful, but you appreciate your gift - you love it, too."
All I could do was stare at him. He knows more about me than I did. I was so focused on Hunter that I never realized when I fully accepted who I am. He puts his hand on mine and, without even thinking, I lace my fingers through his. We walk out and sit on the ledge. He puts his arm around me and I lean back into him. We talk for hours, telling each other stories about ourselves, funny stories, serious conversations, everything.
"Oh no - the sun is setting! I made you miss training."
"It's okay. I had fun. I'll just work extra hard tomorrow."
"I'm glad you had fun. I did, too."
*~*
We arrive at the village and say good night. It's dark. I sneak into my hut, humming to myself, but I'm hardly in the door before Hunter appears.
"Why are you in my room?"
"I've been waiting for you. Where have you been??"
"With Caden."
"Caden?" He asks as though he's never heard the name.
"Yes, Caden. You remember. You're the one who convinced me to give him a chance." I sit on my bed. "He's actually really amazing. I had a wonderful day." He just glares at me like he doesn't believe me and is getting annoyed with me. "What? Aren't you happy for me? I finally found someone who feels the same as me."
He stands for a moment longer, shaking, then leaves, slamming the door behind him. This is the first night that we haven't spent at our spot. I curl up in bed and just lay here until I finally drift to sleep.
I dream. I'm running wildly through the forest, panic streaming through my veins. I reach the pond, and Hunter's there. He looks at me - green eyes turning red, and runs off. I chase after him into the forest, but I almost fall off a cliff. I'm pulled back by strong, caring arms. It's Caden; we're at his tree-house. He holds me close and I welcome the comfort, but my mind is still on Hunter. Where did he go? Is he okay? I'm being shaken...
"Rhi! Rhi wake up!"
"Hunter?" My voice comes out weak. I try to sit up but I haven't the strength to. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, but my heart is still pounding. I look up at Hunter, into his eyes - beautiful green eyes looking at me, not with anger, but worry and sadness. He moves a strand of hair out of my face; the touch calms me. He picks up a bouquet of wildflowers he had laying on the bed. He talks to them to avoid looking at me.
"Rhi...I'm really sorry about last night. I had absolutely no right to blow up like that. I was worried because I came to meet you here but you were gone and no one knew where you were. Then you didn't show up for training and I kept messing everything up because I couldn't focus. I just kept worrying about you. But then you show up and tell me you were gone all day just to be with Caden...I didn't think you'd actually be with him...Then I was worried I was going to lose you to him - that we'd never hang out again. And I lost it."
"So you were just mad because you didn't want to lose me...as a friend?!"
"No...I mean..." He gets silent, finally looks up at me, and takes my hands. "Rhi..." He is cut off by the door being slammed open and his friend Cassiel stepping in. Cassiel is different from everyone here. He has sandy blond hair, hazel eyes, and pale skin. He's still seventeen years old; eighteen in two months. He is by far the most playful, cheerful person I've ever met. I've never seen him without a smile on his face.
"Hey Rhi! How are you feeling? You look sick."
"I'm okay, thanks."
"That's good...Hunter, you'll never believe who just arrived!"
"...Who?"
"Willow! Willow's here!" Hunter's expression was a mixture of shock and disbelief.
"Um...I'll...I'll be right out." Cassiel leaves.
"Who is Willow?"
"Rhi. Listen to me. You've learned a lot about being a 'wolf. But there are some things about being a Chief that you just can't understand. Things are the way they are. I've tried to change it but Father won't reason with me."
"What is it, Hunter? We're best friends. Tell me."
"Rhi...Willow is my betrothed."
*~*
I am too shocked to say anything, so Hunter hands me the flowers, apologizes, and leaves to go see Willow. I am too shocked to move, too shocked to cry. I just sit there, holding tight to the flowers. First he only wants to be friends, then he gets me to be with Caden, now he's engaged! I am frozen in time - stuck in this moment clinging to the flowers much like Hunter did just moments ago. He brought them to me to make me feel better, but they're just making it worse. I fling them towards the door.
"Ow...Bad mood?" I had hit Caden with the bouquet.
"Oh I'm so sorry!"
"Don't worry about it." He laughs and sits next to me, leaning against the wall. He pulls me into his arms. He is worried about me.
"I'm okay. Just a small argument with Hunter."
"Yeah. I passed him. He seemed upset." I just ignore him. "I thought it was because of Willow. There is another village, up in the mountains, called Antheia. They are werewolves, too. The Chief there was only able to bear one child - Willow. He has no sons to become Chief after him, so Chief Louvel and he got together and agreed that Willow would be betrothed to whichever son had the power. Hunter. That way, they could join the villages, and keep the royal descendants in one line. Willow just transformed last week, so I'm guessing they're here to arrange the wedding."
"Um...I don't feel so well. I'm going to go get some fresh air. Okay?" I turn to look at him. Why am I hurting so bad over Hunter when I have this amazing guy already? He puts his hand on my head to feel my temperature.
"I hope you get better soon. It makes me upset to see you like this." He wants to kiss me. I don't have to use my powers to tell me that. Part of me wishes he would quit leaning towards me. Another part of me kisses him back. Afterwards, I feel remorseful. I leave.
The dirt and rocks under my heels, the snow white fur propelling through my skin, the cool autumn wind whipping my face - none of it ever felt so good.
I sit underneath the rock, on the sand, with my feet in the water. I watch the fish swim aorund my legs; I can't think, I can't do any kind of function. I don't even notice when someone walks up.
"I knew I'd find you here." I jump. "You'll never get over that habit, will you?" He sits next to me.
"Shouldn't you be with Willow?"
"No, I want to be with you."
"Well I want to be alone! I've tried so hard to be your friend, but I can't anymore. I can't be just your friend! Go back to Willow; I'm going to Caden."
*~*
It's been a month since I spoke to Hunter. He spent most of his time at his hut, making plans with his father about the wedding. Caden talked to Lothar, and now he's my training partner. Any free time I have is spent with Caden in the tree-house. I never see Hunter. I've never seen Willow at all. She returned to Antheia the night she arrived. I don't want to ever see her. Caden and I are growing closer every day. But my life isn't the same. It's all a blur now; just one long, continuous string of unimportant events. The nightmares have increased. I have nightmares about my family, Hunter, and other crazy dreams. But now I have no one to help me.
Living without Hunter has been the hardest obstacle I've faced. I accepted being a werewolf easier than I accepted this. And I hate that I'm doing to Caden what Hunter did to me. He's too good for this. I decide to end it. It's only fair.
"Caden?"
"Yes?"
"I don't want to do this. But I can't be with you anymore. I really like you. I just...want to be alone. I need to get away. I'm going back to Moonrose tonight." As if it wasn't bad enough having to see the pain, he hugged me, so I felt it, too.
"Make sure you come back."
"I will, one day. Just, please, don't tell anyone where I went. Please?"
"I won't."
"Thank you."
*~*
It was surprisingly easy to find my way back to Moonrose, back to Callalille. The Moon guided me. I'm standing in the shadows outside my castle. If I go in, will they welcome me back? Will they send me back to Rousseau? I have to take that risk, I have no other choice. I choose to knock first.
"Welcome home, mademoiselle."
"Thank you. Is my mother around?"
"Yes. I'll take you to her." To no surprise, he leads me to her bedroom and knocks on her door.
"Enter." He leaves me to go in alone.
"Hello mother."
"Rhiannon! You're home. I was so worried. Rousseau told me you ran away. I thought I'd lost you."
"No. I just couldn't stay there. I went to another village for a while."
"What happened? You're so pale."
"Mom, I know you love Rousseau, but he's not a good guy. He tried to take advantage of me, so I cut him and ran away. I don't want you to waste your life for someone who doesn't care about you. Roland does, but you're going to lose him. You're losing everything. Rousseau is the king, Mom. If he wanted to be with you, he would change the law to allow it. I've put up with this for eighteen years. That's ending now. It's time for you to be happy!'
"I'm not the only one lacking happiness, Rhi. I can tell. You met someone, didn't you?"
"I am hurting, but unlike you, I still want to live my life. I can still be happy."
"How did you cut him? Surely you didn't have a knife laying around."
"There are many things capable of cutting people."
"Claws? Did your claws cut him? I know the legends, Rhi, I've read the stories. How could that happen?"
"I was granted a blessing, Mom. Are you scared now? Do you think I'm some horrible monster? Do you hate me?"
She advances on me, but not to hurt me. She holds me close and I know the answers. "Rhiannon, darling, I could never hate you. Nor am I scared. You shown control from the beginning. You could have murdered Rousseau, but you stopped. He deserved it, anyways...I want to be happy. But I can't as long as I'm here. I need to leave Callalille. I really want to leave Moonrose."
"Where would you go, Mother?"
"Anywhere. I need a fresh start. I want to go somewhere sunny and get out of this darkness."
"We'll find somewhere, okay. But for now, we need to rest."
I'm not sleeping very well - tossing and turning, in and out of nightmares. Suddenly, my door creeps open, and I awake.
"Rhi? Are you awake?" My heart stops. "Rhi?"
"Yes."
"Why did you leave? I thought you were happy." He sits on my bed next to me so I sit up.
"I was, for a while. But things changed."
"Do you hate me, Rhi?"
"I could never hate you."
"Good...I need to explain to you what's been going on. I came to your hut to tell you, but you were gone. So I followed your trail here. I was avoiding telling you about Willow because I was hoping they would change their minds. There is only one thing they will consent to: battle. So, Rhi, do you care about me enough to fight for me?"
"I don't know, Hunter. Three months I spent infatuated with you, but you never once shown any sign that you felt the same. Then you brought me and Caden together!"
"I thought you'd turn him down, proving you would wait for me. I had no idea you would fling yourself at him!"
"I had every right to! He was there for me in a way you never were...And he was falling for me."
I sigh deeply and walk to the window, looking out towards the forest I once called home. It's still home to me. Hunter walks behind me, putting his arms around me to turn me to face him. I almost forgot what his touch does to me, calming my nerves, making me weak. I look in his eyes - eyes that have been haunting me in my dreams.
"You just don't get it, do you? He was falling for you? No surprise. Anyone would be a fool not to--"
"But you weren't."
"You're right. I wasn't falling for you. But if I'm a fool, I'm a fool for you. I already fell, Rhi. I fell hard. I've loved you since the very first day we met, and even more every day after. You were different. You were troubled but you quickly accepted this life. And you understand me like no one else does. I love everything about you - you're smart, imaginative, friendly, strong, powerful, brave, beautiful. I couldn't tell yo because of my father. But I fought for it, Rhi. I fought for us. I can't marry Willow. I don't love her. But I love you. I want to marry you."
I want to believe what he said. I've dreamt of it so many times. "How do I know you're telling the truth?" He smiles, then kiss me. I can see in his head, view his memories, hear his thoughts. And I know he means it.
"So how's that for a power, huh?" We laugh. "I love you. Please fight."
"Trust me - I will."
*~*
"Rhi! There's a boy in our house! Who is he?"
"Good morning to you, too." I sit up in bed, yawning. "That's Hunter, Mom."
"Who?"
The room fills with the sound of his melodious laughter. "I'm Hunter, the future Chief of Cashile and hopefully future husband to your daughter." He winks at me, playfully.
"Rhiannon Reine! How could you not tell me you got engaged?!"
"I'm not, Mom. Not legally. He's betrothed to Willow, the daughter of the Chief of Antheia."
"Oh, no, Rhi! Don't be like me. Don't get involved with taken men."
"I am going to battle for the right to marry Hunter."
"Battle?! You'll get hurt!"
"Actually, she's very strong and powerful. She stands a good chance to win."
"I want you to go to Cashile with me, Mom. You can finally get away."
"I don't know..."
"Trust me. Please."
"Okay. When will we leave."
"Tonight."
*~*
Roland comes home and finds Leilah packing. So they fight - for hours. I interrupt them.
"Mom, give your things to Hunter and wait downstairs." She takes aa final look at her husband and leaves. Roland and I just stare at each other.
"She's just going to make your life miserable. She's my wife, she belongs here with me."
"My mother may not have been in love with you, but she cared about you. That's more than I can say about you."
"What are you talking about? I love her!"
"Oh really? You knew Rousseau was a man of many women. You knew he could make her fall for him. So you convinced him to manipulate her and sleep with her. But why? Could it be because you wanted to get them both away - so you could sleep with Elaine?!"
"H-how do you know that?"
"Oh, I know everything about you, Roland. I know about Elaine. I know that you only began dating Leilah to get to Kalyca, her young, beautiful mother. I know that every Saturday you go to a different lady. You make my mother feel guilty for cheating when the only one who's cheating is you! So you just shut your mouth and let her go."
We stare each other down. Then he turns away. "Go. But make sure your mother doesn't come back."
"You'd be lucky to have her back you low-life scum!" He whips around.
"Scum? I am the Army General. I am the man of the house! I could have you hanged!"
"Well I am the Princess of Moonrose and future wife of Cashile's Chief. Oh and one more thing..." The tingling feeling ripples throughout my body, blood, and veins. Strands of white hair shoot through my skin. My nails grow long and sharp. "...I'm a werewolf." I flash a mocking grin as I run my finger across his cheek, leaving a trail of blood. I inhale the sweet scent. "I could kill you. No one would know. I could stab my claws into your chest and rip out your heart...But I won't." I step back, gathering my energy into my palms. A bright yellow light emanates and I throw my hands towards him. A ball of power knocks him back. I turn and walk out, leaving the unconscious Roland and Callalille behind forever.
It is nearly dawn by the time we leave Moonrose. The sun is coming up and the Moon's unable to guide us. We head deep into the forest, guessing the way to Cashile. Suddenly, a small breeze brings a scent of another being nearby. Hunter stops, smelling it, too. Leilah looks back and forth between us, eyes questioning, but no one speaks. We step forward, walking slowly, hoping to avoid whoever is out there. But a large creature jumps out of the shadows. It has black fur and raging red eyes. It is easily seven feet tall, and is watching us from around a tree. It's nostrils are flaring and breathing is deep and ragged. My mother jumps back, partially from fear, but partially from shock as she had never seen a werewolf before. Not that i blame her - this one appeared rabid.
It crouched down like a lion ready to pounce; both Hunter and I changed quickly. It leaped at Hunter and I dragged my mother out of the way, returning to see it on top of Hunter, pinning him down. I run at it, knocking it off Hunter who comes over and begins clawing at it. I step back, momentarily shocked at the amount of anger the creature's touch sent through me. When it fades, I see Hunter struggling. I send my energy to my hands, throwing a burning red ball towards the creature. Its fur catches fire and he rolls to the ground, suddenly child-like, yelping and weeping, slowly returning to human form a few feet away.
Finally, it lays motionless, so I approach cautiously, not changing until I'm sure it's safe. I reach the body and stare at it; stare at short brown hair drenched in sweat, at strong arms limp at his side, at dark blue eyes staring motionless at me - once full of love, now devoid of any emotion, any life at all. For a while, I just stare, unbelieving, at Caden's dead body, then fall to the ground next to him, shaking him, begging him to live again. Crying - I scream, crying - I swear, crying - I make promises that can never be kept.
Hunter puts his hand on me, making me jump back. He has returned to human form - so have I. My mother comes up, emotions torn between sympathy and confusion. Hunter pulls me off the body that was growing cold beneath me, and holds me close. I bury my face in his chest, not wishing to see it anymore. But the vision burns beneath my eyelids, haunting me.
"Come on, Rhi. There's nothing we can do. We need to get his body back to the village."
"No. We have to get him help. It's not too late. It can't be!"
"Rhi - please. Don't make this hard on yourself. You didn't know. It's not your fault, it was self-defense."
"I murdered him! he was my friend and I killed him! There is no right in that!"
Hunter stands up, and reaches for my hand. He pulls me up, into his arms. "Let's just get home."
*~*
The walk home is a long one. Hunter carries Caden over his shoulder; Mom is still in shock, still full of questions; and I'm dragging behind, crying for the life that was lost. It's all my fault. He was mad and hurt and jealous to see me with Hunter so soon after our break up. He acted irrationally - but I did more so. Caden was a great friend and a loving boyfriend. But I took him for granted. My selfish love for Hunter resulted in his death. I had accepted my powers as a blessing but they really are a curse. I've injured two people and murdered one just four months after my transformation. And now they expect me to intentionally battle? I'm a danger to everyone. I should just leave.
"No! You're just upset. We'll make it through this. I'm here for you, Rhi. I love you."
I attempt a weak smile and we continue walking, drifting into silence once again. It's dark now but the Moon is resting tonight, still not here for guidance. I start to think about how lonely I suddenly feel, but I look up at Hunter and Leilah, and I know then, that no matter what I go through, no matter what I do, they'll always be here.
"One week."
"One week?! Caden just died; how am I supposed to focus on training and gaining strength when I'm still mourning?!" I know yelling at the court isn't going to help, especially when it's mostly Hunter's father speaking, but I don't care. I just returned from Caden's funeral and I'm not in the mood to care about anything. Anything except Caden.
"That's my only offer. You are fortunate enough to have one at all. Would you like me to change my mind?"
"No, sir."
"Okay, then. I'll see you again in one week. Meet at the battle clearing in the forest, as the Moon reaches the top of the sky. You are dismissed."
The council leaves and Hunter leads me out.
"You're good, Rhi. A week is more than enough time for you. We can start training now, or go back to your hut to relax, if you prefer--"
"I'm sorry, Hunter, but I really want to be alone for a while." He just holds me for a moment but his touch doesn't affect me. I pull away; I don't want to be calmed, anyways. I can feel his gaze on my back as I walk away, the gaze of a man watching his love's heart break. I don't mean to upset him and I know I should be training. I have my whole life to mourn Caden but only a week to prove I'm the right bride for Hunter. But nothing matters to this lowly murderer right now.
I start to head towards the tree-house but my feet lead me towards the pond. I'm not ready to face it yet; we have so many memories there. I lay out on the rock, watching the graceful flow of the water. The fish are acting strange today; the entire school is swimming back and forth, through the center only, in beautifully choreographed movements. I lay there for a while, enchanted by the show before me, but then I see a reflection in the pond that is not my own.
I jump back and gaze incredulously at the figure beside me -- his smooth, radiating skin, sleek hair, shiny eyes; he's Heavenly. but there's something dark about him, too, and it fills me with fear and curiosity.
"It's a broken heart."
"What?"
"The pond...the fish are forming a broken heart."
Confused, I look back at the pond and realize the fish were indeed forming a broken heart. I look back at him, too shocked and scared to speak.
"You don't have to be afraid."
My breath has escaped my lungs, making me even more incapable of words.
"I serve Selene, the Moon. I am here to help you."
"But...you're dead! I killed you." I refuse to believe what I'm seeing.
"Indeed you did."
"Then how are you here?"
"I serve the Moon."
"I know that already."
"We don't have much time."
"Time? Time for what?"
"To train."
"Caden, you're dead. We can't train together anymore."
"Yes, we can, but I haven't much time." He grabs my hands, his touch is strange. "Come on." He pulls me up, leading me to a grassy clearing below. And we battle, just like before, except now we don't have the guidance of 's just him and me and the world is silent. Every move I make is unconscious -- my hands move in battle but my mind focuses on him. I don't even realize when I've won and the sun is setting. Caden walks over, looking as though he's been doing anything but battling for the past several hours.
"Night is about to fall; I must go soon." Reality kicks in and fear fills my body.
"Where will you go?"
"Back to Selene."
"Will I ever see you again?"
"Selene can't bring life to the dead, Rhi. But maybe one day she'll need me to help you again."
"I hope so, Caden. I'm so sorry, for everything."
"There is a purpose for everything. It'll all work out in the end."
"I'll miss you -- so much."
"I'll miss you, too. But I'll watch over you. Okay?"
"Okay..."
"Don't worry, Rhi. I love you." We kiss each other with passion and fervor -- just one last time.
"Good-bye Caden."
He disappears in the moonlight and I mourn him more than ever.
*~*
After Caden leaves, I sit back on the rock. This is Hunter's and my place, our getaway, but it's never been as beautiful or special as it is tonight. I don't realize how long I've been sitting here until Hunter shows up looking for me.
"I was getting worried."
"Sorry. I'm okay."
"That's good. I know this is hard on you and you'll need time to heal, and I realize Caden will always hold a part of your heart. He was worthy of the whole thing. I know how much he loved you and how well he treated you. It killed me. I know I did wrong and messed up, but I'm ready to make up for it, if you still want."
I could end it now. How fair is it to be with him when, he's right, Caden does hold a part of my heart? But then I know the main reason my love is so pronounced is because he's gone now and I'll never be able to love him like this again. I am insanely in love with Hunter -- we've been through more, we understand each other better than anyone else ever could -- my heart has been and always will be truly his.
"I love you, Hunter, and I will fight to marry you."
We spend the rest of the night out on the rock, laying in each other's arms, underneath the dim moonlight. And it's the perfect start after a horrible ending.
To no surprise, the night is dark and rainy and foggy with a breeze that slips in the hut, casting a slight chill. Leilah is with Cassiel, learning more about the event going on today. I am huddled under some blankets, starting through the wall into nothingness - leaving my body to return to the pond with Caden. A cold chill whips through the room, causing me to shiver. Hunter closes the door.
"Sorry." He sits down with me. "I brought extra blankets."
"Thanks."
"So, are you ready?"
"Yes...and no."
"You'll do fine. Really."
A horn blows, signaling it's time.
*~*
Before we begin, I run a few laps around the clearing to warm up, get my adrenaline flowing, and calm my nerves. Then I stop by Hunter who continues his words of encouragement. Finally, we hear people coming, and I turn in time to see Chief Louvel, followed by the rest of the village. They file along the outside of the clearing, mumbled voices ringing in my ears. Lothar approaches me to give me some final battle advice.
Everything is a blur. Until she appears. It's the first time I've seen her. She has long, flowy black hair and a perfect complexion. As she draws near, I can see her eyes - the brightest light blue eyes I have ever seen. And though she is younger than me, she has an air of maturity and sophistication beyond her years. Suddenly, I feel very little - and nervous.
"She's not as great s she looks." Hunter whispers, right before Willow stops in front of me, looking me up and down. A smirk appears on her face.
"Okay, ladies. You both know why you're here. When you're ready, shake hands, and begin." After saying this, Chief Louvel backs away, followed by the rest. We glare at each other for a moment, then, without another word, we shake hands.
I see her training; her imagining herself as queen; the meetings with Hunter, where, despite her constant flaunting, he continues to ignore her.
We draw our hands back, and this time, I'm the one smirking. We walk to opposite sides of the clearing. She transforms, but I choose to stick to my powers for now. I take a deep breath, then start running - me towards her, her towards me - lunging on each other in the middle. We dodge. We duck. We fight. Then she has me on the ground. I get up quickly and use all my anger to throw at her - a large, bright, glowing red ball of energy. And while she's down, I transform.
I've never had to fight with my fur wet before, and it won't help getting muddy, but my 'wolf skills are more advanced than my power skills. Willow has gotten up during my transformation. I lunge at her, sinking my claws into her skin, running my nails across her arm, her cheek, drawing sweet blood. She claws my chest, barely missing my ribs. Every time we touch, I see into her head. She imagines winning - I send a red ball. She imagines a wedding to Hunter - I send a green ball. Every -time she shows me a vision, my emotion changes - anger, jealousy, annoyance - followed by a new ball. She gets up and tackles me, pinning me to the ground.
"You will never be with Hunter."
In a swift movement, she claws deep into my chest, a piercing pain searing through me. I cry out, a miserable howl, before blacking out from the pain.
*~*
I awake in the healer's hut. It takes me a moment to come to, but then my foggy memory becomes clear. I lost. No, no. It can't be true. It was a nightmare; it had to be. And when I see Caden standing at the end of my bed, I knew it was...It had to be!
"Rhi..." He sounds upset. "Why didn't you use the techniques I taught you?" No, disappointed. "Selene sent me to help you. I spend hours training you! But all of that went to waste! You lost!" No. Angry.
"I'm sorry, Caden. I was just so happy and shocked to see you again..."
He sighs deeply. "You know what this means, right?" I look away. "Hunter and Willow will wed." Tears fall silently from my eyes. "I have to go, Rhi. Selene needs me...But, before I go, there's something I need to tell you - " I look up again. "Just - don't underestimate Willow." I start to question him, when I realize he isn't there.
More coming soon. See Toria M for details!
Keeziegirl-Nicole, you were (and still are) the Slytherin Head Mistress when I came to Hogs. Even though you are a Slyth, and we may disagree on some points ;) You have rooted a special place in my mind. You are funny, witty, and a great person. I will never be able to forget you in my life (and I hope I have a long one). You also gave me my spectacular nickname of frog/froggy!
Ryanne- Ry, you are the Gryffie HoH and Head Mistress when I came to Hogs. Although I may be a Ravie, you are by far one of my favorite people in the world. I agree wholeheartedly with your decisions and love your pride. You are a wonderful role model!!! You always see the good in people. Are kind. And I can count on you to be truthful and keep me from losing it and being mean. I hope to never leave your friendship behind. You make my life fun and nice, love you!
Toria- Tor, you amaze me. You have had some rough patches and struggles in your life that many others can only dream of imagining. You inspired me so much in the short amount of time I have known you! You are passionate, caring, strong, you are always there for everyone, and so much more! I will always be there for you, as you have always been there for me. I feel like our friendship will never tarry in anger or dispute. You are a wonderful friend, and I am glad to say that I believe you to be the closest thing to a perfect best friend that I have ever had! I am so happy to be Ravie with you!
Shane-
I attended Hogs for 2 months before I finally met you!!! I had only heard about you.When I met you I was overjoyed. You are an amazing guy! You are encouraging, nice, funny, intelligent, and serious. You seem to lift up people's spirits like a good person should. You are kind and care truly about your friends. I love that you live in Ireland, though that is irrelevant :) You taught me some Irish even :) You are a great guy! I miss you when you leave, and am glad when you are online. Love you!
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(-Quotes-)
*Ry-
"Ryanne: We could sooo be the PowerPuff Girls! Blossom is PINK (Christy) Buttercup is GREEN (Del) and Bubbles is BLUE (Me!)"
*Shane-
You are out-going, fun to be with, easy to chat with, you have a sense of braveness about you. (etc etc etc.....the qualities of a Gryffie.)Well you are clever,and you have a LOT of awareness.
*Delancey!
I don't know you to well, but, what I do know from you, you are a very quirky, nice girl around my age :) I hope to get to know you better, because the first chatzy discussion I had that you were in was one of the most hilarius ones I ever had. Cough, remember, little Maggie xD You made me laugh so much that time, ah, you, Ry, Nicole, Ash and I were in that. Happy times, happy times ;)
You are funny and if you're angry, you don't show it much, if you're happy, you show it ALOT, which is good :)
I'm glad you are in ravenclaw, so there's a better chance to know you better, and I'm glad you go on chatzy too.
You use your time and effort to do things for shelfari and Hogs, which shows how much you really are a great person.
������¢���¯���¿���½������¥, Janet
*You are an AMAZING person. I love just being able to sit around and talk to you. We both share a passionate and undying love for Fred Weasley. (Who can blame us?? haha) Even if we do bug certain people by our sudden (and somewhat lengthy) outbursts of our Fred obsession =D And it goes much deeper than just a common interest in guys. lol We both have shown a similarity with our friend problems - basically the fact that we have troubles finding REAL, TRUE friends in the Muggle world. But no matter what idiotic people you meet out there, just remember you can ALWAYS come here and know, if no one else, you have ME as a friend. I may not know you in real life, but that doesn't make my friendship any less real. Always remember that! I love you =)
-Toria
*Well, all I have to say is that you are soo sweeet. :) and a very very good friend. :)
=Jazz=
*quirky,funny sweet you're a true clown (ever thought of that being your ambition ;) ) You'll always be one of the most entertaining people at hogs!!!
-Rummy :D:D:D
*You are great. I love all of the groups i am in with you and all of the random conversations about Briar and other Tamora Pierce stuff we have had. Ever since i called you Fwg because i was to lazy to type i have liked you. You are a great friend and a amazing Ravie. Love Ya!
-Peace
*You're so amazing. I love that you're my potion's teacher. And you don't just say, oh, 100 like a gutless person. You carefully read the assignment and find what grade is fair. I also like how you always stick up for what you feel is right. When I met you, I could tell you were going to be an awesome person and friend. Stay awesome!
Love,
Taylor
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b]I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLACK so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.
I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.
I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.
I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals
I'm ITALIAN, so I MUST be a great cook.
I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be screwing them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.
I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and that's how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so i must be GAY TOO
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas
I'm a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction
I'm a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude
I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.
I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.
I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff
I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks
I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.
I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.
I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA
I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect
I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black
I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.
I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.
I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.
I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.
I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.
I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.
I DON'T LIKE to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.
My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.
I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.
I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.
I READ COMICS, so I MUST be a loser.
I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE.. So I MUST be a whore myself.
I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse
I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist
I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.
I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.
I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.
I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.
I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.
I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.
I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep
I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.
I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.
I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.
I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.
I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.
I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.
I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.
I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!
I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.
I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.
I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser
I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy
I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.
I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.
I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins
I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan
I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion
I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.
I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.
I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.
I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.
I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.
I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.
I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.
I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish
I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.
I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.
I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.
I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.
I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroos.
I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times
I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m GAY so I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m after EVERY straight guy around.
I don������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.
I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.
I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak.
I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.
I an friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.
I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.
I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist
I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, them burst into tears at one mistake
I DON'T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems
I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED
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"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about getting out there and dancing in the rain"-unknown.
Shane-
You are out-going, fun to be with, easy to chat with, you have a sense of braveness about you. (etc etc etc.....the qualities of a Gryffie.)Well you are clever,and you have a LOT of awareness.
Stereotypes are BAD, bold the ones that fit you.
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLACK so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.
I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.
I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.
I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals
I'm ITALIAN, so I MUST be a great cook.
I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be screwing them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.
I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and that's how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so i must be GAY TOO
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas
I'm a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction
I'm a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude
I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.
I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.
I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff
I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks
I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.
I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.
I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA
I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect
I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black
I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.
I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.
I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.
I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.
I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.
I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.
I DON'T LIKE to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.
My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.
I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.
I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.
I READ COMICS, so I MUST be a loser.
I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE.. So I MUST be a whore myself.
I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse
I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist
I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.
I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.
I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.
I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.
I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.
I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.
I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep
I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.
I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.
I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.
I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.
I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.
I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.
I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.
I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!
I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.
I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.
I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser
I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy
I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.
I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.
I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins
I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan
I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion
I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.
I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.
I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.
I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.
I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.
I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.
I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.
I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish
I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.
I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.
I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.
I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.
I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroos.
I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times
I’m GAY so I’m after EVERY straight guy around.
I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.
I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.
I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak.
I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.
I an friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.
I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.
I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist
I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, them burst into tears at one mistake
I DON'T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems
I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED
"He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.
“Green grass breaks through snow.
Artemis pleads for my help.
I am so cool.”
He grinned at us, waiting for applause.
"That last line was four syllables.” Artemis said.
Apollo frowned. “Was it?”
“Yes. What about I am so bigheaded?”
“No, no, that’s six syllable, hhhm.” He started muttering to himself.
Zoe Nightshade turned to us. “Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan. Tis not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I’d had to hear one more poem that started with, There once was a godess from Sparta-“
“I’ve got it!” Apollo announced. “I am so awesome. That’s five syllables!” he bowed, looking very pleased with himself."
"Annabeth: "Hey, Seaweed Brain."
Percy: "Will you stop calling me that?"
Annabeth: "You know you love it.""
""Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoe said. "We should eat while we can."
Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?"
Zoe blinked. "Yes. What is funny?"
"Nothing," Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. "I could use some dam french fries."
Even Thalia smiled at that. "And I need to use the dam restroom."
Maybe it was the fact that we were so tired and strung out emotionally, but I started cracking up, and Thalia and Grover joined in, while Zoe just looked at us.
"I do not understand."
"I want to use the dam water fountain," Grover said. "And I want to buy a dam T-shirt." « less
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I. The Beginning
Callalille was one of the most beautiful and grandest castles in all of Moonrose; second only to the castle of the king. It was set near Lockwood Forest, away from the kingdom and village. Its magnificent stone towers reached high - up to the Heavens, it seemed. There were gardens everywhere on the grounds, full of colorful flowers. Its greatest feature was the windows that covered the building, letting in light and happiness. Aside from the normal (yet elegant) windows in every room, there were bay windows in the library, a window in the dining room that covered the entire outdoor wall, and the glorious stained windows in the ballroom. Callalille was a bright and joyful place, and often the host of elaborate balls and parties.
My name is Rhiannon Reine, and that's what I've been overhearing from the servants for the past seventeen years. I try to imagine my home and that place to be the same, but I can't. Everything changed when my mother was pregnant with me. Dark red curtains were placed over the windows; dim candles took the form of light. Moss has grown over the light grey stones of the castle. The balls and parties came to a halt, and visitors are rare, mostly consisting of messengers from the king. The entire property is dark and dreary, and the forest casts long shadows over the area. But still, this is my home.
Lady Leilah was once the most sought-after and gorgeous woman in our kingdom. She never took advantage of that, though, and remained pure and kind. Then the handsome, confident, Lord Roldan came along and won her heart. However, now, they are simply my parents. Mother keeps to herself, and spends most of her time in her room, crying for reasons only the Almighty God Himself knows. Father is always gone, training warriors for the king's army. When he's home, he yells at my mother and me.
I try to keep away from him. Sometimes I wander the castle, listening to the servants' stories. When it's rainy, I walk outside along the edge of the forest. But mostly I pass my time in the library. My schooling ended this summer, so I have no other priorities to occupy myself with. However, my eighteenth birthday is drawing near, and I admit that I'm excited for it. I have a sense of dread, though, but it's probably just my nerves.
II. A Moment of Truth
It's the noon before my birthday, and I'm sitting in the bay windows of the library, attempting to read, but my mind can't focus. I set the book down and peer out of the curtain just in time to see a man arrive on horseback. Today is unusually foggy, so I creep downstairs to get a better look of the man. I get to the corner as I hear a knocking, and the doorman opening the door.
"Urgent message from the king! I must deliver it directly to Lady Leilah."
I hide behind a curtain as the butler leads the messenger down the hall. I wait a moment then follow them upstairs. A few minutes later, I land on the third floor. Peeking around the corner, I see the messenger enter my mother's suite, and the butler walking off in the other direction. When the door closes, I hurry to listen outside of it. The messenger has already begun talking.
"'She's almost eighteen. She needs to be with her father. The king demands it.' That's all I have to say. Should I send a message in return?"
After a moment of silence, followed by a long sigh, my mother responds, "Tell him simply-'tonight.'" I hear the messenger approach the door so I quickly turn the corner. Once I am certain of his absence, I return to the door and knock.
"Yes? Come in."
"Good afternoon, Mother."
"Ah, Rhiannon, dearest, come sit here by me. We need to discuss some things."
Cautiously I move over by her, observing the solemn expression in her tear-filled, blue eyes.
"What's the matter, Mother?"
"Rhi darling, I need you to hear me out. You are a grown woman now, with knowledge and understanding. Please listen to everything I have to say before you make judgements of me. Will you promise me that?"
Worried, and reluctant, I consented. "I promise."
"There are times in our lives where we come to a crossroad. We know not of what lies ahead on either path, yet we must choose. Often times, the path we choose starts off smooth and beautiful, but soon becomes rocky and twisted. There is no way to turn back. Because of our bad choice in paths, we must face fears beyond our nightmares, leading us to other crossroads where we pray we've chosen the path of our dreams.
"I once chose the wrong path. Oh, but it was wonderful to begin with. Never before had I felt such love, such passion. He was handsome, powerful, but kind and caring, with a heart of gold like I've never seen. He was strong, and protective, and always made me feel safe with him. To this day, I wonder what I could have done to deserve a man of such loyalty and love...
"But, alas, it was too good to be true. For you see, we were both married to other people. His wife Elaine was of an arranged marriage. To keep his status, and possibly his life, he agreed to marry her. After we met, he longed so miserably to leave her, to let her be with someone she loved, and so he could do the same. As you know, however, there was no way he could legally do so, nor could I. So we continued our secret love affair, refusing to let anything separate us. Then I became pregnant.
"Roland agreed to claim the child as his own to protect everyone involved. I believe he still cares for me, and that's why he's made this sacrifice. But he hasn't been the same since. Neither have I. We both suffer from broken hearts. I spend my time crying, longing for the only man I truly loved, while Roland holds anger in his heart. He had to find out his love, his wife, was not only in love with someone else, but was also bearing that man's child. Then he has to see the child daily and have that constant reminder of my affair. It's painful for him, and I sympathize. As I hope you will, too.
"When I was forced to stop seeing my love, I fell into a depression that I've yet to rise from. My once bright and happy life became full of darkness. The castle was changed to fit my mood because the light was too painful of a reminder for me. I'm sorry you had to grow up in this environment.
"As it is, the most important bits of information have yet to be told. I'm sure it has become obvious to you that Roland is not your father. I am so sorry for keeping that from you for all these years. I had hoped never to tell you, so that you wouldn't have to bear the cross of my mistakes."
"So why are you telling me this now? And if Roland's not my father, then who is?"
"Your father is King Rousseau, my dear, and I'm telling you because he has requested that you go live with him now."
"King Rousseau?!"
"Yes. You are a princess by birth. And tonight you will be taken to the royal castle where you belong, my child. You will be able to get to know your father, and spend time around people. Maybe you'll even find yourself a husband and a love like the one I felt for Rousseau. You deserve it, darling."
Suddenly, everything was put into perspective for me. I had heard the truth. I am choosing to ignore what's been done in the past, and focusing on the very near future. A future I am not prepared for. I sense that no good can come from King Rousseau. I don't know how I can ever see him as my father when, for nearly eighteen years, he has merely been the ruler of my kingdom. I have only a few hours to find out.
Just as the sun begins to set below the trees, we pack my things in the carriage sent from the king, and head for his castle, my new home. We sit in silence - my mother and I. But that really wasn't unusual for us, anyways, on normal days. So it only makes sense that it should be this way today. My shoulder grazes hers, but she doesn't notice. Her mind is elsewhere - torn between the memories of her life-long love, being able to see him again within moments; and having to give up her one and only child.
My mind is elsewhere, too. I still haven't had time to process everything. At the same time, my stomach is full of wretched little butterflies flying around, their wings pounding against my chest. My heart is beating like the dance of a wild man. Just as I begin to fear a loss of consciousness, we arrive at the castle.
A butler leads us around to the farthest section of the castle, into a fancy sitting room, where we wait for the king's arrival. A tall man, with exceedingly good looks and an air of pride, steps into the room. One glance at my mother tells me this is Rousseau, my father. She appears torn between hurt and love, and just stares at him.
"Good evening, Leilah."
"And you, Rousseau."
"You must be Rhiannon. You look just like your mother...Now, there are a few things to discuss. We obviously can not let others know you are my child. We will say, instead, that you're here for schooling. Is that okay with you?"
"If it pleases you."
"Your room is already set up for you, and my servants have brought up your belongings. Do you want to go there now, or do you have any questions?"
"I can go there now."
"Okay. I need to have a word with your mother before she leaves. I'll probably just see you in the morning. Good night, and welcome home." He then embraces me. I hurry off because I know they'd be doing more than just talking.
*~*
I awake in my new home and it takes me a moment to remember where I am and why. When my memories return, I get up, get dressed, and go downstairs. A butler comes up to me and leads me to the dining room. Rousseau and Elaine are already seated.
"Good morning Rhi. Come sit." I sit across from Elaine. She is pretty, but not beautiful.
"Good morning Rhiannon. I'm Elaine. Welcome to our home." I could tell she didn't know the truth.
"Thank you." I finish my breakfast, even though I don't have much of an appetite.
*~*
Today has been long and tiring. I crawl into bed and pick up a book. There is a window across from my bed; the curtains are drawn back. I put the book back down and walk over to it. I hop up onto the windowsill and look out. My room is at the back of the castle, so I have a great view of the large garden up to the forest. The Heavens are filled with shining stars and a bright, orange, full moon. It is eerily beautiful and breathtaking. For the first time, my mind has no worries, only admiration for the Creator of this scene.
I am startled from my peaceful solitude by a slight creaking noise. I whip my head around as Rousseau closes the door. For a moment, we just stare at each other. Then, finally, Roussau speaks.
"I am very happy that you came to stay. I've been waiting for this day for a long time. I am sorry that we didn't do much for your birthday. I have a present for you already, but anything else you want, it's yours."
I sit there, watching him approach, thinking that all I want is to leave. He stands next to me, looking at me.
"I can tell already how much like your mother you are. So young, so sweet, so innocent." He grabs strands of my hair and twirls it in his fingers. I tense up. "You've never been outside of Callalille, have you? Not even to socialize, spend time with friends, or date?"
"I'm not much of a people-person. I prefer books." He gazes at me, moving his hand from my hair to my cheek. I knew being here would be no good. He doesn't take long to prove that.
"Books are never as good as the real thing." Then he kisses me. I try to push away, but if I push too hard, I'll fall out of the window. I twist and turn, trying to escape. He holds me closer, refusing to let me go. He pulls me off the window; tears at my nightgown, while pushing me against the wall. No longer afraid of falling out of the window, I conjure up all of my anger into my arms and throw him off of me. Not realizing the extent of my strength, he lands on the floor on the other side of my bed. I stare in awe for a moment, then move to the side to look at Rousseau.
I stand in front of the window and peer around the bed. Rousseau is getting up, looking mad. I turn and look outside for an escape. The clouds part and the moon shines on me. I turn back around to face Rousseau. He is coming at me slowly, trapping me. My fear and anger is travelling throughout my body, tensing up my muscles and pumping my blood quickly through my veins. My breathing becomes deeper. All I see is red - blood red. Then I black out.
When I come back to my senses, Rousseau is gazing at me in fear, slowly backing away. Like an animal to its prey, I pounce on him. My movements are swift and graceful. I dig my long fingernails into his side; a wonderful scent fills the room as his blood drips down his body. I sniff the air, relishing in this new sensation, new emotion.
The moon moves directly in front of the window; filling the room with light. I feel the sudden urge to sing. I open my mouth and let out a howling song. I forget about Rousseau; he might as well not be there. I move over to the window and crouch on the edge. Many urges fill through my body. Without thinking, I jump from the window, landing on my feet. I take off running, enjoying the feel of the dirt under my skin, the wind whipping through my hair as I speed past the trees, going deeper and deeper into Lockwood Forest.
I wander in the forest, feeling happy and free for the first time in my life. I'm getting thirsty, so I sniff out a nearby creek. I bend down over the water, but jump back when I see an animal in there. As I back away, I see it disappear, so I bend over again. The animal reappears. I start to shake, and reach into the water. The face of the creature ripples; I realize it's a reflection - my reflection. The creature fades into a woman crying. What am I? I curl up, unable to move. This must be a dream - a nightmare. There's nothing I can do but cry, cry until I fall asleep on a bed of dirt, the sound of water flowing calming my nerves.
*~*
I wake up in a strange room made of logs and mud. Looking around the room, I realize I'm alone. I take the place in - it's simple, no furnishings except the bed of animal skins I lay on. I glance down at myself and am relieved to see a human instead of a creature. Also, I have been clothed in an animal skin dress.
I jump back and hit my head on the wall as I see a shadow appear on the floor. A young man hurries around the door and sits next to me. He asks me if I'm okay, but I seem to have forgotten how to talk. Or breathe. Or do any sort of functioning.
All I can do is stare at him. His brown hair falls in his face in a natural mess, and when he runs his fingers through, every strand falls back in place. He has a perfect tan that can only come from spending hours in the sun, out in nature. He has strong, muscular arms. But I barely notice these. I'm lost in his face; his dark green eyes lock onto mine, his gorgeous smile making him shine. He places his hand on my head to feel my temperature, and I feel comfortable with him.
I ease my tension then sit up completely. I take a deep breath, gaining control of myself.
"Who are you?"
He laughs, a more pleasing sound than any song or instrument. I nearly lose control again. "Ah, you speak!"
"Of course I speak."
He laughs again, apparently amused by me. "I'm Hunter. One of the men here found you down by the creek and brought you here. Then one of our healers got you some temporary clothes and used some herbal remedies to fix you up."
"Thanks...Where am I?"
"You are in the village of Cashile, deep in Lockwood Forest. It's a small, secluded, and safe place to be."
"Are you intending on killing me or something?"
"Hardly. We are here to help you."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
He smiles gently and whispers, "Take my hand." Without hesitation, I do so. As soon as my hand touches his, all of my doubts and fears are gone. He can tell, so he smiles wider, and pulls me to my feet. We stand there, hand in hand, not taking our eyes off each other.
"Oh, good, she's awake." I jump back and almost trip over the blankets, but Hunter catches me before I hit the ground.
"You're really going to injure yourself if you keep jumping every time someone comes around." The room fills with his laughter and I begin to wish he didn't find me so amusing. I am so mesmerized that I almost forget about the man standing next to us.
"I am Chief Louvel. I hope you are feeling well?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Good. Hunter here can show you around, get you settled in. Supper will be ready in an hour." He leaves.
"Sorry about that. He's busy or else he would have given you a better welcoming."
"It's okay." I sit down, and Hunter follows.
"So, tell me about yourself."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything." He smiles. "Let's start with your name."
"I am Rhiannon Reine, daughter of Lady Leilah and King Rousseau." I try to be strong but as soon as I say his name, I crumble and begin to cry.
Hunter wraps his arms around me; holds me close. I feel a strangeness flowing throughout my body and I am quickly scared that I'll change again. I am going to turn into a monster and hurt Hunter and maybe others. I am cursed. I decided now that I must end my life, before I can end others.
But then Hunter holds me closer. "It won't do any good."
"What won't?"
"Killing yourself..."
"How did you know that?!" I pull back. He takes my hands, firmly but tenderly.
"When did you turn eighteen?"
"Last night."
"It really must be hard on you, then. Did you have anyone help you?"
"Help me do what?"
"Change." I just stare at him, too shocked for words. "I am like you, too. Everyone here is. You're not alone anymore."
"What am I?"
"You are a rare creature. Usually we are only born through a certain bloodline, but you were not. You were born through pain and anger, through suffering. You must have been through quite an ordealfor the Moon to give you some of her powers." He speaks in admiration, but I am still confused.
He continues. "Some see it as a curse; others a blessing. Here, it's our way of life. It's who we are. I changed three months ago, so I remember how it is at the beginning. I want to help you. You can learn how to control it, benefit from it, appreciate it, and love it."
"You never told me what I am."
"You haven't figured it out? What do you think you are?"
"It's impossible."
"Embrace the impossible."
I don't want to sound crazy. My mind imagines different possibilities, but it keeps coming back to one. Werewolf.
"You know the answer. And you're right. We are werewolves. But no, you're not crazy." He smiles again and I start to believe him. I don't want to, but he makes it so easy. He pulls me back to him and wipes away my tears. "Forget whatever you've been through. And don't kill yourself. Stay here with me, with us, and be happy."
There are now two things that bring my life peace: running in the moonlight, and Hunter. If only I knew more about either.
"I don't really want to go out right now. Would it be okay to show me around later?"
"Of course. Do you want to rest? I can leave."
"No. Stay. I want to hear more."
"In the beginning of time, God made the world and everything in it. Then He made Adam and Eve. He never intended for Eve to betray Him, but she did. Ever since, sin, discipline, and punishment have been a part of life. Sometimes, we are punished for our ancestors' mistakes. Sometimes, there are loopholes.
"There was once a man, perverted and disgusting, who grew so lonely he slept with an animal. That animal was one of God's precious creations, and now it was tainted. God became angry, and thought of a punishment severe enough for his sin: he would have a child, offspring from the animal. That offspring was half animal - half man. But God wanted nothing to do with the creature, so He gave power to the Moon to watch over this being. The creature mated with a human and had children who mated with humans, too. Before long, the creatures began to resemble humans again. The Moon feared losing her powers, so she cast a spell. All descendants of the man would look like humans, but because of their blood, they never would be. When they turn eighteen, they will go through their first transformation. Sometimes it happens, though, that on a person's eighteenth birthday, they will go through something so horrible that the Moon takes pity on them.
"She has her flaws because she is not God. But she is sympathetic. You may see this as a curse, but the Moon helped you, she deemed you worthy enough of these powers. In life, we have to take what we are given and make the best of it. Before, you lived a luxurious life, but you were miserable and trapped. Now, you live in a log hut, but you have the opportunity of being happy and free. Would you really rather go back to whatever problems you had at home just so you won't be this "monster" anymore?"
Everything he told me seemed so unreal. But it was the only explanation that made any sense at all. "Maybe...maybe you're right. You seem to know so much about me, about my past. How?" His expression becomes troubled.
"Not every 'wolf has a power. Usually, the only ones who do are the Chief, and the son destined to be his heir."
"Wait! So you're kind of like...a prince...or something?"
"Basically."
"You don't seem happy about it."
"It's not taht I don't want to be Chief. It's just that as soon as I changed and discovered my powers, my dad has been different towards me. We all thought my brother would be Chief. But now, all of a sudden, I am."
"I actually understand how you feel. I didn't know I'm a princess until two days ago." He looks both shocked and confused. "My mom had an affair with the king, who didn't claim me until I was old enough for him to have his way with me."
"Oh. That explains a lot, too. But as for why you have powers, the only one who knows is the Moon. Appreciate it - they may come in handy." We laugh.
"So how can you read my mind but I can't read yours?"
"I learned how to control my mind. In time, you will, too. We have plenty of time to talk further about this. For now, let's go eat."
I am in a deeper part of the forest; the sky is fading from pink to blue. I can see a faint glimpse of stars. I hear two pairs of feet running - Hunter's and mine. We are racing again, but he's not getting ahead of me, yet. Neither of us are doing it for the competition; we just love to run. And be together, but not as a couple. Unfortunately. Even more unfortunate is the fact that I have yet to be able to close my mind from him, so he knows whenever I think that. He just gets sad and quiet. I know he doesn't want to be more than friends, but I can't seem to get myself to feel that way, too. I love our friendship, though, so I settle with that. I have to. He's the only one who can calm me, can wake me when the nightmares get too bad, and can make me forget. With him, I feel peace and happiness, and I need that.
I pick up the speed and run off the trail. He follows. The wind is whipping my face softly. I feel like I'm flying, my feet barely hitting the dirt ground. It's been three months and I still run through the trees as though it's my first time. But I love it...even more than reading. I also love training. Hunter and I train with a guy named Lothar, then we battle against each other. Hunter always wins, since he's three months ahead of me, but it's still fun. I'll beat him one day.
We run in pitch darkness for a while, until we can see the Moon peaking through the trees. She lights up a clearing for us. There is a pond, and a rock formation hovering over it. We climb up on the rock and lay a blanket over its cold surface. We sit down and look out at the pond. If you turn your head in the right angle, the pond forms a heart. It sparkles and shines, reflecting the Moon's beauty. We come here every day, sneak away from Cashile when everyone's asleep, to talk, to laugh, to battle, to do anything our hearts desire.
"I win, as always," he boasts, jokingly.
"Ah, but that's because you're so great...at cheating!"
"We have rules? How can I cheat if we have no rules?"
"You just can."
"If you say so."
"I do." We sit on the edge of the rock in silence. I lay on my stomach and reach into he water. It's warm. I move my hand in figure eights, watching the ripples absentmindedly. I can feel him looking at me but refuse to look at him, refuse to get lost in those eyes. With all my luck, I'd fall into the pond. I wish I could be more graceful and impress him more...He breaks the silence, not wanting to hear any more of my thoughts.
"So, I hear Caden has taken a liking to you."
"Caden? So? You think I should be with Caden?"
"Well, I mean, he's a great guy, very smart, and excellent in battle. He transformed almost a year ago, so he helped me out a lot. A few girls have liked him but he's always been more focused on school or training."
"So he's a workaholic then? We'd never have any fun."
"No, it's not like that. He loves socializing. He just usually doesn't date." He's trying really hard to get me with Caden. It's one thing to know he only wants to be friends, but it hurts to know that he has no problem seeing me with another guy. That's just the harsh reality, though.
"We'll see..." He drops it. Caden isn't that bad. He's been really nice to me, and offered to help me with my training. He's admittedly good looking; very strong and muscular; with dark blue eyes and short brown hair. But he just doesn't compare to Hunter. No one can.
I could barely sleep. I get up early and start walking towards the main building. I hear footsteps approaching then someone stands next to me. Caden.
"You're up early."
"I couldn't sleep."
"Oh. Are you waiting on Hunter or do I get the pleasure of your company today?"
"Hmm...you may join me."
We walk into the building and get our breakfast plates. We settle at a place in the corner and eat.
"How are you enjoying Cashile?"
"It's very nice here. Much better than Callalille."
"I've been there. I didn't see anything wrong with it."
"Family problems."
"Ah. I see. Have you been able to find happiness here?"
"Um...yeah. I have. I love it here."
"That's good. You're doing great in training. Lothar is an excellent teacher, and I bet having Hunter helps, too." I nod and pick at my food. "You're not good with small talk, are you?"
"No, not really."
"Would you like to go somewhere? We have time before training starts."
"That sounds nice."
*~*
We walk. I'm not used to walking. It's nice - being able to really notice the trees and creatures instead of just a blur of colors and shapes.
He looks at me and grins. He has a beautiful smile and playful eyes. "How well can you climb?"
"Very well."
"Then follow me," he says as he jumps into the tree we are standing under.
I follow, jumping from branch to branch, higher and higher. He drops down onto the branch I'm standing on, and grabs my arm to keep me from losing balance. "Sorry. We are almost there. Can you make the jump?" He points a few feet over to the next tree.
"No problem."
We fly through the air, landing firmly on the next tree. He grabs my hand to pull me onto the branch with him. Still holding my hand, he begins to creep around to the other side of the tree.
"Here we are." We step into a tiny tree-house. "I made this place myself after I transformed. It's a nice place to escape, and has a great view." He was right. I look out the window and see miles of trees stretching out to mountains far in the background. There is a stream flowing through the center, coming from a huge waterfall. "You're the first person who has been here."
"What is it that draws you so close to me, when you hardly know me?"
"Everyone here has grown up together. We're like a family. It's hard to be attracted to someone who's like your sister. But you - you're new. You're different. Then I seen you in training. I have never seen anyone light up the way you do. You're strong, powerful, but you appreciate your gift - you love it, too."
All I could do was stare at him. He knows more about me than I did. I was so focused on Hunter that I never realized when I fully accepted who I am. He puts his hand on mine and, without even thinking, I lace my fingers through his. We walk out and sit on the ledge. He puts his arm around me and I lean back into him. We talk for hours, telling each other stories about ourselves, funny stories, serious conversations, everything.
"Oh no - the sun is setting! I made you miss training."
"It's okay. I had fun. I'll just work extra hard tomorrow."
"I'm glad you had fun. I did, too."
*~*
We arrive at the village and say good night. It's dark. I sneak into my hut, humming to myself, but I'm hardly in the door before Hunter appears.
"Why are you in my room?"
"I've been waiting for you. Where have you been??"
"With Caden."
"Caden?" He asks as though he's never heard the name.
"Yes, Caden. You remember. You're the one who convinced me to give him a chance." I sit on my bed. "He's actually really amazing. I had a wonderful day." He just glares at me like he doesn't believe me and is getting annoyed with me. "What? Aren't you happy for me? I finally found someone who feels the same as me."
He stands for a moment longer, shaking, then leaves, slamming the door behind him. This is the first night that we haven't spent at our spot. I curl up in bed and just lay here until I finally drift to sleep.
I dream. I'm running wildly through the forest, panic streaming through my veins. I reach the pond, and Hunter's there. He looks at me - green eyes turning red, and runs off. I chase after him into the forest, but I almost fall off a cliff. I'm pulled back by strong, caring arms. It's Caden; we're at his tree-house. He holds me close and I welcome the comfort, but my mind is still on Hunter. Where did he go? Is he okay? I'm being shaken...
"Rhi! Rhi wake up!"
"Hunter?" My voice comes out weak. I try to sit up but I haven't the strength to. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, but my heart is still pounding. I look up at Hunter, into his eyes - beautiful green eyes looking at me, not with anger, but worry and sadness. He moves a strand of hair out of my face; the touch calms me. He picks up a bouquet of wildflowers he had laying on the bed. He talks to them to avoid looking at me.
"Rhi...I'm really sorry about last night. I had absolutely no right to blow up like that. I was worried because I came to meet you here but you were gone and no one knew where you were. Then you didn't show up for training and I kept messing everything up because I couldn't focus. I just kept worrying about you. But then you show up and tell me you were gone all day just to be with Caden...I didn't think you'd actually be with him...Then I was worried I was going to lose you to him - that we'd never hang out again. And I lost it."
"So you were just mad because you didn't want to lose me...as a friend?!"
"No...I mean..." He gets silent, finally looks up at me, and takes my hands. "Rhi..." He is cut off by the door being slammed open and his friend Cassiel stepping in. Cassiel is different from everyone here. He has sandy blond hair, hazel eyes, and pale skin. He's still seventeen years old; eighteen in two months. He is by far the most playful, cheerful person I've ever met. I've never seen him without a smile on his face.
"Hey Rhi! How are you feeling? You look sick."
"I'm okay, thanks."
"That's good...Hunter, you'll never believe who just arrived!"
"...Who?"
"Willow! Willow's here!" Hunter's expression was a mixture of shock and disbelief.
"Um...I'll...I'll be right out." Cassiel leaves.
"Who is Willow?"
"Rhi. Listen to me. You've learned a lot about being a 'wolf. But there are some things about being a Chief that you just can't understand. Things are the way they are. I've tried to change it but Father won't reason with me."
"What is it, Hunter? We're best friends. Tell me."
"Rhi...Willow is my betrothed."
*~*
I am too shocked to say anything, so Hunter hands me the flowers, apologizes, and leaves to go see Willow. I am too shocked to move, too shocked to cry. I just sit there, holding tight to the flowers. First he only wants to be friends, then he gets me to be with Caden, now he's engaged! I am frozen in time - stuck in this moment clinging to the flowers much like Hunter did just moments ago. He brought them to me to make me feel better, but they're just making it worse. I fling them towards the door.
"Ow...Bad mood?" I had hit Caden with the bouquet.
"Oh I'm so sorry!"
"Don't worry about it." He laughs and sits next to me, leaning against the wall. He pulls me into his arms. He is worried about me.
"I'm okay. Just a small argument with Hunter."
"Yeah. I passed him. He seemed upset." I just ignore him. "I thought it was because of Willow. There is another village, up in the mountains, called Antheia. They are werewolves, too. The Chief there was only able to bear one child - Willow. He has no sons to become Chief after him, so Chief Louvel and he got together and agreed that Willow would be betrothed to whichever son had the power. Hunter. That way, they could join the villages, and keep the royal descendants in one line. Willow just transformed last week, so I'm guessing they're here to arrange the wedding."
"Um...I don't feel so well. I'm going to go get some fresh air. Okay?" I turn to look at him. Why am I hurting so bad over Hunter when I have this amazing guy already? He puts his hand on my head to feel my temperature.
"I hope you get better soon. It makes me upset to see you like this." He wants to kiss me. I don't have to use my powers to tell me that. Part of me wishes he would quit leaning towards me. Another part of me kisses him back. Afterwards, I feel remorseful. I leave.
The dirt and rocks under my heels, the snow white fur propelling through my skin, the cool autumn wind whipping my face - none of it ever felt so good.
I sit underneath the rock, on the sand, with my feet in the water. I watch the fish swim aorund my legs; I can't think, I can't do any kind of function. I don't even notice when someone walks up.
"I knew I'd find you here." I jump. "You'll never get over that habit, will you?" He sits next to me.
"Shouldn't you be with Willow?"
"No, I want to be with you."
"Well I want to be alone! I've tried so hard to be your friend, but I can't anymore. I can't be just your friend! Go back to Willow; I'm going to Caden."
*~*
It's been a month since I spoke to Hunter. He spent most of his time at his hut, making plans with his father about the wedding. Caden talked to Lothar, and now he's my training partner. Any free time I have is spent with Caden in the tree-house. I never see Hunter. I've never seen Willow at all. She returned to Antheia the night she arrived. I don't want to ever see her. Caden and I are growing closer every day. But my life isn't the same. It's all a blur now; just one long, continuous string of unimportant events. The nightmares have increased. I have nightmares about my family, Hunter, and other crazy dreams. But now I have no one to help me.
Living without Hunter has been the hardest obstacle I've faced. I accepted being a werewolf easier than I accepted this. And I hate that I'm doing to Caden what Hunter did to me. He's too good for this. I decide to end it. It's only fair.
"Caden?"
"Yes?"
"I don't want to do this. But I can't be with you anymore. I really like you. I just...want to be alone. I need to get away. I'm going back to Moonrose tonight." As if it wasn't bad enough having to see the pain, he hugged me, so I felt it, too.
"Make sure you come back."
"I will, one day. Just, please, don't tell anyone where I went. Please?"
"I won't."
"Thank you."
*~*
It was surprisingly easy to find my way back to Moonrose, back to Callalille. The Moon guided me. I'm standing in the shadows outside my castle. If I go in, will they welcome me back? Will they send me back to Rousseau? I have to take that risk, I have no other choice. I choose to knock first.
"Welcome home, mademoiselle."
"Thank you. Is my mother around?"
"Yes. I'll take you to her." To no surprise, he leads me to her bedroom and knocks on her door.
"Enter." He leaves me to go in alone.
"Hello mother."
"Rhiannon! You're home. I was so worried. Rousseau told me you ran away. I thought I'd lost you."
"No. I just couldn't stay there. I went to another village for a while."
"What happened? You're so pale."
"Mom, I know you love Rousseau, but he's not a good guy. He tried to take advantage of me, so I cut him and ran away. I don't want you to waste your life for someone who doesn't care about you. Roland does, but you're going to lose him. You're losing everything. Rousseau is the king, Mom. If he wanted to be with you, he would change the law to allow it. I've put up with this for eighteen years. That's ending now. It's time for you to be happy!'
"I'm not the only one lacking happiness, Rhi. I can tell. You met someone, didn't you?"
"I am hurting, but unlike you, I still want to live my life. I can still be happy."
"How did you cut him? Surely you didn't have a knife laying around."
"There are many things capable of cutting people."
"Claws? Did your claws cut him? I know the legends, Rhi, I've read the stories. How could that happen?"
"I was granted a blessing, Mom. Are you scared now? Do you think I'm some horrible monster? Do you hate me?"
She advances on me, but not to hurt me. She holds me close and I know the answers. "Rhiannon, darling, I could never hate you. Nor am I scared. You shown control from the beginning. You could have murdered Rousseau, but you stopped. He deserved it, anyways...I want to be happy. But I can't as long as I'm here. I need to leave Callalille. I really want to leave Moonrose."
"Where would you go, Mother?"
"Anywhere. I need a fresh start. I want to go somewhere sunny and get out of this darkness."
"We'll find somewhere, okay. But for now, we need to rest."
I'm not sleeping very well - tossing and turning, in and out of nightmares. Suddenly, my door creeps open, and I awake.
"Rhi? Are you awake?" My heart stops. "Rhi?"
"Yes."
"Why did you leave? I thought you were happy." He sits on my bed next to me so I sit up.
"I was, for a while. But things changed."
"Do you hate me, Rhi?"
"I could never hate you."
"Good...I need to explain to you what's been going on. I came to your hut to tell you, but you were gone. So I followed your trail here. I was avoiding telling you about Willow because I was hoping they would change their minds. There is only one thing they will consent to: battle. So, Rhi, do you care about me enough to fight for me?"
"I don't know, Hunter. Three months I spent infatuated with you, but you never once shown any sign that you felt the same. Then you brought me and Caden together!"
"I thought you'd turn him down, proving you would wait for me. I had no idea you would fling yourself at him!"
"I had every right to! He was there for me in a way you never were...And he was falling for me."
I sigh deeply and walk to the window, looking out towards the forest I once called home. It's still home to me. Hunter walks behind me, putting his arms around me to turn me to face him. I almost forgot what his touch does to me, calming my nerves, making me weak. I look in his eyes - eyes that have been haunting me in my dreams.
"You just don't get it, do you? He was falling for you? No surprise. Anyone would be a fool not to--"
"But you weren't."
"You're right. I wasn't falling for you. But if I'm a fool, I'm a fool for you. I already fell, Rhi. I fell hard. I've loved you since the very first day we met, and even more every day after. You were different. You were troubled but you quickly accepted this life. And you understand me like no one else does. I love everything about you - you're smart, imaginative, friendly, strong, powerful, brave, beautiful. I couldn't tell yo because of my father. But I fought for it, Rhi. I fought for us. I can't marry Willow. I don't love her. But I love you. I want to marry you."
I want to believe what he said. I've dreamt of it so many times. "How do I know you're telling the truth?" He smiles, then kiss me. I can see in his head, view his memories, hear his thoughts. And I know he means it.
"So how's that for a power, huh?" We laugh. "I love you. Please fight."
"Trust me - I will."
*~*
"Rhi! There's a boy in our house! Who is he?"
"Good morning to you, too." I sit up in bed, yawning. "That's Hunter, Mom."
"Who?"
The room fills with the sound of his melodious laughter. "I'm Hunter, the future Chief of Cashile and hopefully future husband to your daughter." He winks at me, playfully.
"Rhiannon Reine! How could you not tell me you got engaged?!"
"I'm not, Mom. Not legally. He's betrothed to Willow, the daughter of the Chief of Antheia."
"Oh, no, Rhi! Don't be like me. Don't get involved with taken men."
"I am going to battle for the right to marry Hunter."
"Battle?! You'll get hurt!"
"Actually, she's very strong and powerful. She stands a good chance to win."
"I want you to go to Cashile with me, Mom. You can finally get away."
"I don't know..."
"Trust me. Please."
"Okay. When will we leave."
"Tonight."
*~*
Roland comes home and finds Leilah packing. So they fight - for hours. I interrupt them.
"Mom, give your things to Hunter and wait downstairs." She takes aa final look at her husband and leaves. Roland and I just stare at each other.
"She's just going to make your life miserable. She's my wife, she belongs here with me."
"My mother may not have been in love with you, but she cared about you. That's more than I can say about you."
"What are you talking about? I love her!"
"Oh really? You knew Rousseau was a man of many women. You knew he could make her fall for him. So you convinced him to manipulate her and sleep with her. But why? Could it be because you wanted to get them both away - so you could sleep with Elaine?!"
"H-how do you know that?"
"Oh, I know everything about you, Roland. I know about Elaine. I know that you only began dating Leilah to get to Kalyca, her young, beautiful mother. I know that every Saturday you go to a different lady. You make my mother feel guilty for cheating when the only one who's cheating is you! So you just shut your mouth and let her go."
We stare each other down. Then he turns away. "Go. But make sure your mother doesn't come back."
"You'd be lucky to have her back you low-life scum!" He whips around.
"Scum? I am the Army General. I am the man of the house! I could have you hanged!"
"Well I am the Princess of Moonrose and future wife of Cashile's Chief. Oh and one more thing..." The tingling feeling ripples throughout my body, blood, and veins. Strands of white hair shoot through my skin. My nails grow long and sharp. "...I'm a werewolf." I flash a mocking grin as I run my finger across his cheek, leaving a trail of blood. I inhale the sweet scent. "I could kill you. No one would know. I could stab my claws into your chest and rip out your heart...But I won't." I step back, gathering my energy into my palms. A bright yellow light emanates and I throw my hands towards him. A ball of power knocks him back. I turn and walk out, leaving the unconscious Roland and Callalille behind forever.
It is nearly dawn by the time we leave Moonrose. The sun is coming up and the Moon's unable to guide us. We head deep into the forest, guessing the way to Cashile. Suddenly, a small breeze brings a scent of another being nearby. Hunter stops, smelling it, too. Leilah looks back and forth between us, eyes questioning, but no one speaks. We step forward, walking slowly, hoping to avoid whoever is out there. But a large creature jumps out of the shadows. It has black fur and raging red eyes. It is easily seven feet tall, and is watching us from around a tree. It's nostrils are flaring and breathing is deep and ragged. My mother jumps back, partially from fear, but partially from shock as she had never seen a werewolf before. Not that i blame her - this one appeared rabid.
It crouched down like a lion ready to pounce; both Hunter and I changed quickly. It leaped at Hunter and I dragged my mother out of the way, returning to see it on top of Hunter, pinning him down. I run at it, knocking it off Hunter who comes over and begins clawing at it. I step back, momentarily shocked at the amount of anger the creature's touch sent through me. When it fades, I see Hunter struggling. I send my energy to my hands, throwing a burning red ball towards the creature. Its fur catches fire and he rolls to the ground, suddenly child-like, yelping and weeping, slowly returning to human form a few feet away.
Finally, it lays motionless, so I approach cautiously, not changing until I'm sure it's safe. I reach the body and stare at it; stare at short brown hair drenched in sweat, at strong arms limp at his side, at dark blue eyes staring motionless at me - once full of love, now devoid of any emotion, any life at all. For a while, I just stare, unbelieving, at Caden's dead body, then fall to the ground next to him, shaking him, begging him to live again. Crying - I scream, crying - I swear, crying - I make promises that can never be kept.
Hunter puts his hand on me, making me jump back. He has returned to human form - so have I. My mother comes up, emotions torn between sympathy and confusion. Hunter pulls me off the body that was growing cold beneath me, and holds me close. I bury my face in his chest, not wishing to see it anymore. But the vision burns beneath my eyelids, haunting me.
"Come on, Rhi. There's nothing we can do. We need to get his body back to the village."
"No. We have to get him help. It's not too late. It can't be!"
"Rhi - please. Don't make this hard on yourself. You didn't know. It's not your fault, it was self-defense."
"I murdered him! he was my friend and I killed him! There is no right in that!"
Hunter stands up, and reaches for my hand. He pulls me up, into his arms. "Let's just get home."
*~*
The walk home is a long one. Hunter carries Caden over his shoulder; Mom is still in shock, still full of questions; and I'm dragging behind, crying for the life that was lost. It's all my fault. He was mad and hurt and jealous to see me with Hunter so soon after our break up. He acted irrationally - but I did more so. Caden was a great friend and a loving boyfriend. But I took him for granted. My selfish love for Hunter resulted in his death. I had accepted my powers as a blessing but they really are a curse. I've injured two people and murdered one just four months after my transformation. And now they expect me to intentionally battle? I'm a danger to everyone. I should just leave.
"No! You're just upset. We'll make it through this. I'm here for you, Rhi. I love you."
I attempt a weak smile and we continue walking, drifting into silence once again. It's dark now but the Moon is resting tonight, still not here for guidance. I start to think about how lonely I suddenly feel, but I look up at Hunter and Leilah, and I know then, that no matter what I go through, no matter what I do, they'll always be here.
"One week."
"One week?! Caden just died; how am I supposed to focus on training and gaining strength when I'm still mourning?!" I know yelling at the court isn't going to help, especially when it's mostly Hunter's father speaking, but I don't care. I just returned from Caden's funeral and I'm not in the mood to care about anything. Anything except Caden.
"That's my only offer. You are fortunate enough to have one at all. Would you like me to change my mind?"
"No, sir."
"Okay, then. I'll see you again in one week. Meet at the battle clearing in the forest, as the Moon reaches the top of the sky. You are dismissed."
The council leaves and Hunter leads me out.
"You're good, Rhi. A week is more than enough time for you. We can start training now, or go back to your hut to relax, if you prefer--"
"I'm sorry, Hunter, but I really want to be alone for a while." He just holds me for a moment but his touch doesn't affect me. I pull away; I don't want to be calmed, anyways. I can feel his gaze on my back as I walk away, the gaze of a man watching his love's heart break. I don't mean to upset him and I know I should be training. I have my whole life to mourn Caden but only a week to prove I'm the right bride for Hunter. But nothing matters to this lowly murderer right now.
I start to head towards the tree-house but my feet lead me towards the pond. I'm not ready to face it yet; we have so many memories there. I lay out on the rock, watching the graceful flow of the water. The fish are acting strange today; the entire school is swimming back and forth, through the center only, in beautifully choreographed movements. I lay there for a while, enchanted by the show before me, but then I see a reflection in the pond that is not my own.
I jump back and gaze incredulously at the figure beside me -- his smooth, radiating skin, sleek hair, shiny eyes; he's Heavenly. but there's something dark about him, too, and it fills me with fear and curiosity.
"It's a broken heart."
"What?"
"The pond...the fish are forming a broken heart."
Confused, I look back at the pond and realize the fish were indeed forming a broken heart. I look back at him, too shocked and scared to speak.
"You don't have to be afraid."
My breath has escaped my lungs, making me even more incapable of words.
"I serve Selene, the Moon. I am here to help you."
"But...you're dead! I killed you." I refuse to believe what I'm seeing.
"Indeed you did."
"Then how are you here?"
"I serve the Moon."
"I know that already."
"We don't have much time."
"Time? Time for what?"
"To train."
"Caden, you're dead. We can't train together anymore."
"Yes, we can, but I haven't much time." He grabs my hands, his touch is strange. "Come on." He pulls me up, leading me to a grassy clearing below. And we battle, just like before, except now we don't have the guidance of 's just him and me and the world is silent. Every move I make is unconscious -- my hands move in battle but my mind focuses on him. I don't even realize when I've won and the sun is setting. Caden walks over, looking as though he's been doing anything but battling for the past several hours.
"Night is about to fall; I must go soon." Reality kicks in and fear fills my body.
"Where will you go?"
"Back to Selene."
"Will I ever see you again?"
"Selene can't bring life to the dead, Rhi. But maybe one day she'll need me to help you again."
"I hope so, Caden. I'm so sorry, for everything."
"There is a purpose for everything. It'll all work out in the end."
"I'll miss you -- so much."
"I'll miss you, too. But I'll watch over you. Okay?"
"Okay..."
"Don't worry, Rhi. I love you." We kiss each other with passion and fervor -- just one last time.
"Good-bye Caden."
He disappears in the moonlight and I mourn him more than ever.
*~*
After Caden leaves, I sit back on the rock. This is Hunter's and my place, our getaway, but it's never been as beautiful or special as it is tonight. I don't realize how long I've been sitting here until Hunter shows up looking for me.
"I was getting worried."
"Sorry. I'm okay."
"That's good. I know this is hard on you and you'll need time to heal, and I realize Caden will always hold a part of your heart. He was worthy of the whole thing. I know how much he loved you and how well he treated you. It killed me. I know I did wrong and messed up, but I'm ready to make up for it, if you still want."
I could end it now. How fair is it to be with him when, he's right, Caden does hold a part of my heart? But then I know the main reason my love is so pronounced is because he's gone now and I'll never be able to love him like this again. I am insanely in love with Hunter -- we've been through more, we understand each other better than anyone else ever could -- my heart has been and always will be truly his.
"I love you, Hunter, and I will fight to marry you."
We spend the rest of the night out on the rock, laying in each other's arms, underneath the dim moonlight. And it's the perfect start after a horrible ending.
To no surprise, the night is dark and rainy and foggy with a breeze that slips in the hut, casting a slight chill. Leilah is with Cassiel, learning more about the event going on today. I am huddled under some blankets, starting through the wall into nothingness - leaving my body to return to the pond with Caden. A cold chill whips through the room, causing me to shiver. Hunter closes the door.
"Sorry." He sits down with me. "I brought extra blankets."
"Thanks."
"So, are you ready?"
"Yes...and no."
"You'll do fine. Really."
A horn blows, signaling it's time.
*~*
Before we begin, I run a few laps around the clearing to warm up, get my adrenaline flowing, and calm my nerves. Then I stop by Hunter who continues his words of encouragement. Finally, we hear people coming, and I turn in time to see Chief Louvel, followed by the rest of the village. They file along the outside of the clearing, mumbled voices ringing in my ears. Lothar approaches me to give me some final battle advice.
Everything is a blur. Until she appears. It's the first time I've seen her. She has long, flowy black hair and a perfect complexion. As she draws near, I can see her eyes - the brightest light blue eyes I have ever seen. And though she is younger than me, she has an air of maturity and sophistication beyond her years. Suddenly, I feel very little - and nervous.
"She's not as great s she looks." Hunter whispers, right before Willow stops in front of me, looking me up and down. A smirk appears on her face.
"Okay, ladies. You both know why you're here. When you're ready, shake hands, and begin." After saying this, Chief Louvel backs away, followed by the rest. We glare at each other for a moment, then, without another word, we shake hands.
I see her training; her imagining herself as queen; the meetings with Hunter, where, despite her constant flaunting, he continues to ignore her.
We draw our hands back, and this time, I'm the one smirking. We walk to opposite sides of the clearing. She transforms, but I choose to stick to my powers for now. I take a deep breath, then start running - me towards her, her towards me - lunging on each other in the middle. We dodge. We duck. We fight. Then she has me on the ground. I get up quickly and use all my anger to throw at her - a large, bright, glowing red ball of energy. And while she's down, I transform.
I've never had to fight with my fur wet before, and it won't help getting muddy, but my 'wolf skills are more advanced than my power skills. Willow has gotten up during my transformation. I lunge at her, sinking my claws into her skin, running my nails across her arm, her cheek, drawing sweet blood. She claws my chest, barely missing my ribs. Every time we touch, I see into her head. She imagines winning - I send a red ball. She imagines a wedding to Hunter - I send a green ball. Every -time she shows me a vision, my emotion changes - anger, jealousy, annoyance - followed by a new ball. She gets up and tackles me, pinning me to the ground.
"You will never be with Hunter."
In a swift movement, she claws deep into my chest, a piercing pain searing through me. I cry out, a miserable howl, before blacking out from the pain.
*~*
I awake in the healer's hut. It takes me a moment to come to, but then my foggy memory becomes clear. I lost. No, no. It can't be true. It was a nightmare; it had to be. And when I see Caden standing at the end of my bed, I knew it was...It had to be!
"Rhi..." He sounds upset. "Why didn't you use the techniques I taught you?" No, disappointed. "Selene sent me to help you. I spend hours training you! But all of that went to waste! You lost!" No. Angry.
"I'm sorry, Caden. I was just so happy and shocked to see you again..."
He sighs deeply. "You know what this means, right?" I look away. "Hunter and Willow will wed." Tears fall silently from my eyes. "I have to go, Rhi. Selene needs me...But, before I go, there's something I need to tell you - " I look up again. "Just - don't underestimate Willow." I start to question him, when I realize he isn't there.
More coming soon. See Toria M for details!
Keeziegirl-Nicole, you were (and still are) the Slytherin Head Mistress when I came to Hogs. Even though you are a Slyth, and we may disagree on some points ;) You have rooted a special place in my mind. You are funny, witty, and a great person. I will never be able to forget you in my life (and I hope I have a long one). You also gave me my spectacular nickname of frog/froggy!
Ryanne- Ry, you are the Gryffie HoH and Head Mistress when I came to Hogs. Although I may be a Ravie, you are by far one of my favorite people in the world. I agree wholeheartedly with your decisions and love your pride. You are a wonderful role model!!! You always see the good in people. Are kind. And I can count on you to be truthful and keep me from losing it and being mean. I hope to never leave your friendship behind. You make my life fun and nice, love you!
Toria- Tor, you amaze me. You have had some rough patches and struggles in your life that many others can only dream of imagining. You inspired me so much in the short amount of time I have known you! You are passionate, caring, strong, you are always there for everyone, and so much more! I will always be there for you, as you have always been there for me. I feel like our friendship will never tarry in anger or dispute. You are a wonderful friend, and I am glad to say that I believe you to be the closest thing to a perfect best friend that I have ever had! I am so happy to be Ravie with you!
Shane-
I attended Hogs for 2 months before I finally met you!!! I had only heard about you.When I met you I was overjoyed. You are an amazing guy! You are encouraging, nice, funny, intelligent, and serious. You seem to lift up people's spirits like a good person should. You are kind and care truly about your friends. I love that you live in Ireland, though that is irrelevant :) You taught me some Irish even :) You are a great guy! I miss you when you leave, and am glad when you are online. Love you!
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(-Quotes-)
*Ry-
"Ryanne: We could sooo be the PowerPuff Girls! Blossom is PINK (Christy) Buttercup is GREEN (Del) and Bubbles is BLUE (Me!)"
*Shane-
You are out-going, fun to be with, easy to chat with, you have a sense of braveness about you. (etc etc etc.....the qualities of a Gryffie.)Well you are clever,and you have a LOT of awareness.
*Delancey!
I don't know you to well, but, what I do know from you, you are a very quirky, nice girl around my age :) I hope to get to know you better, because the first chatzy discussion I had that you were in was one of the most hilarius ones I ever had. Cough, remember, little Maggie xD You made me laugh so much that time, ah, you, Ry, Nicole, Ash and I were in that. Happy times, happy times ;)
You are funny and if you're angry, you don't show it much, if you're happy, you show it ALOT, which is good :)
I'm glad you are in ravenclaw, so there's a better chance to know you better, and I'm glad you go on chatzy too.
You use your time and effort to do things for shelfari and Hogs, which shows how much you really are a great person.
������¢���¯���¿���½������¥, Janet
*You are an AMAZING person. I love just being able to sit around and talk to you. We both share a passionate and undying love for Fred Weasley. (Who can blame us?? haha) Even if we do bug certain people by our sudden (and somewhat lengthy) outbursts of our Fred obsession =D And it goes much deeper than just a common interest in guys. lol We both have shown a similarity with our friend problems - basically the fact that we have troubles finding REAL, TRUE friends in the Muggle world. But no matter what idiotic people you meet out there, just remember you can ALWAYS come here and know, if no one else, you have ME as a friend. I may not know you in real life, but that doesn't make my friendship any less real. Always remember that! I love you =)
-Toria
*Well, all I have to say is that you are soo sweeet. :) and a very very good friend. :)
=Jazz=
*quirky,funny sweet you're a true clown (ever thought of that being your ambition ;) ) You'll always be one of the most entertaining people at hogs!!!
-Rummy :D:D:D
*You are great. I love all of the groups i am in with you and all of the random conversations about Briar and other Tamora Pierce stuff we have had. Ever since i called you Fwg because i was to lazy to type i have liked you. You are a great friend and a amazing Ravie. Love Ya!
-Peace
*You're so amazing. I love that you're my potion's teacher. And you don't just say, oh, 100 like a gutless person. You carefully read the assignment and find what grade is fair. I also like how you always stick up for what you feel is right. When I met you, I could tell you were going to be an awesome person and friend. Stay awesome!
Love,
Taylor
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b]I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLACK so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.
I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.
I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.
I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals
I'm ITALIAN, so I MUST be a great cook.
I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be screwing them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.
I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and that's how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so i must be GAY TOO
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas
I'm a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction
I'm a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude
I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.
I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.
I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff
I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks
I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.
I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.
I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA
I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect
I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black
I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.
I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.
I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.
I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.
I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.
I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.
I DON'T LIKE to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.
My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.
I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.
I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.
I READ COMICS, so I MUST be a loser.
I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE.. So I MUST be a whore myself.
I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse
I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist
I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.
I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.
I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.
I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.
I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.
I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.
I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep
I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.
I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.
I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.
I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.
I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.
I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.
I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.
I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!
I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.
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I������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser
I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy
I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.
I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.
I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins
I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan
I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion
I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.
I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.
I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.
I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.
I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.
I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.
I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.
I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish
I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.
I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.
I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.
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I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times
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I don������¢���¯���¿���½���¯���¿���½t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.
I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.
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I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.
I an friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.
I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.
I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist
I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, them burst into tears at one mistake
I DON'T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems
I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED
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- Somewhere Over the Rainbow (im not telling stalkers)!!, USA
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