it is awesome. you just kinda.....*vibrating eyes right now*
do that!
D :D :D :D :D :D :D
I call it vibrating my eyes.....
OMIGOSH WE ARE ALL BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDIESSSSSSSSSSSSSS
I can do it!
but Alice knew dat :D
:D Really? Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
She just wanted to share her view on things and some of her writing. I, personally, think bullying is horrible and she gave a good view on things.
I'm sorry your friends are getting bullied, Brianna...
Sheesh, Sora, that's kinda mean...
I mean, telling her that her writing is terrible and the topic is really 'over used' and that she will never make it good. That's really mean, actually.
Well, I have finally finished it! Here it is! :D :D
Snow White's Daughter
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"Raven! Raven! Get back here!"
As she ran, Raven silently cursed herself for being so stupid. If only she had remembered that variable. That big, really important variable. But, she forgot it, and there was no going back.
Heavy boots sounded from behind her, and she ran faster, her jet-black hair slowly slipping out of the tight bun peeking out from under the servant's hat. "Hey! Hey you! Get back here!"
She only narrowed her eyes, brushed hair from her face, and kept running. But she couldn't run forever. Already her breathing was coming in gasps, and her feet were hurting terribly in the way too small boots.
Cursing again, she glanced behind her, and backtracked to hide behind a pillar. Her chest heaving, she slid down into a sitting position, back to the cold pillar.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" growled the girl, head in her hands. If only she hadn't found that cottage. If only she hadn't listened to the old woman. If only she hadn't disobeyed her mother. She sat there, thinking, her head in her hands, for a few minutes, when the suddenly louder sound of boots rang through the hall.
The girl seemed to make up her mind. "But no going back." she whispered, raising her head, her blue eyes unnaturally bright in the slight gloom.
"Raven! Raven! Princess, stop! Princess!" A voice drifted up the hall, bouncing and echoing on the slick tiles. The girl grinned evilly, leapt up, quiet as a cat, and ran softly farther down the hall. Her boots were unnaturally silent on the wet floor, and with her black hair flying behind her she gave the impression of a large crow lost in the castle. Almost what she was.
As she rounded a corner, she almost tripped on the leg of much too large pants she was wearing. Raven had found them in a dirty pile of servants' clothes, along with a boy's shirt, hat, and boots, all in the castle's colors- red, black, and white. Seeing the outfit as a perfect escape option, Raven had tucked up her hair, pulled on the hat, and stuffed her dress under her bed, leaving the room with a boy servant's tucked in shirt and tan pants, looking exactly like any other servant.
As she ran, she grinned at the genius of her plan. She had walked slowly and purposefully out of her room, past the guards, past so many of her mother's servants, maids, and house dwarves, keeping a straight face and doing quite well in fooling everyone that she was just a boy servant heading for the kitchens. They often did that to steal food when none of the cooks were looking. Later the cooks usually would find out that something was missing, but always blamed it on rats, or mice, never on the servants.
Then, with the old woman's promise buried so far into her mind, she had begun her escape. Escape from the castle to a better life. Or so the old hag had said. Raven had gotten to the inner wall, nearly to the outer wall, when the guards had noticed the rather tall boy servant was not headed anywhere near the kitchens. She was doing quite well in her plan, until the guards saw her face and declared the alarm.
Soldiers came from everywhere at the sound of the "R261! R261! Alert! Alert!" and so the chase began, and smooth escape ended. No longer caring if the guards heard her, Raven had run full-on, not stopping to look behind her at the heavy footsteps and sound of running boots.
By now the disguise was useless, so Raven tore the hat off and flung it back at her pursuers. She chuckled at the muffled scream and thud, knowing that she had hit her target. She was going to make it. Almost there. It was lucky she had trained so long in secret how to navigate the maze of defenses surrounding the castle. Now she knew every secret, every nook, every cranny, of the maze - its purpose being to keep outsiders from getting in, not for, the more recent purpose, to keep insiders out, was very helpful towards her brilliant escape plan.
Brilliant, yes, but so far very effective? Not really. Raven had gotten out of her prison of a room, and made it to the inner walls, but there were still walls, doors, tunnels, and an entire maze to navigate through, and the sound of running boots was still shaking the halls.
No. She couldn't let her mother find her. Not now, not ever. She wasn't going back. Never going back to that prison.
She risked a glance behind her, and, on turning a corner, found the hall was empty and her pursuers were falling behind.
"Princess! Stop! I command you!"
She sneered. No one commanded her. Not even the old woman.
Suddenly, the temperature dropped severely, as though winter was descending upon the palace in a matter of moments.
"No. No! I'm not ready! Not yet! No-"
But her terrified protests were cut short when suddenly a shriveled creature was suddenly standing, hunched before the girl, appeared as if from nowhere.
"Girl."
The princess glanced quickly up at the husky voice, and straightened as best she could, arms at her sides trying her best to keep the fear from her eyes.
It was no creature Raven was standing before, but a creature would be a better explanation for the hag standing there than a woman. Gray, cracked hair fell across her face, partially covering squinted green eyes, as if they could hardly see in the bright lights of the castle. Dirty rags clothed her, all of them stained in gray dye and falling apart - patched together in the most disgusting way. When she smiled evilly, only two teeth were visible, on the bottom jaw and horribly yellow and rotting.
It seemed unbelievable how a princess so beautiful and young could stand, head bowed, before such an ugly creature who seemed to have much power over the girl.
"Girl."
The hag repeated, sounding impatient.
"Y-yes, my mistress?" Raven stuttered, immediately cursing herself for allowing fear to creep into her voice. That couldn't happen again.
"Where are we? This doesn't look like the Wayless Wood to me!" The witch looked around, her green eyes flashing as she surveyed the beautifully tiled floors and sparkling walls.
"We are in the castle, mistress." Raven answered, bowing her head even lower.
"In the castle?" The hag screeched. "Why? Haven't you escaped yet? Or do you mean to tell me you are still that weak little babe when I first saw you, wrapped up in fluffy blankets, days after your birth?"
The princess cringed. "N-no, my mistress, I was just leaving...I got a late start, the guards were standing and talking outside my door later than usual."
Suddenly those green eyes glinted with hunger. "Did you hear anything?" she asked excitedly.
"No, I'm sorry, mistress, all the doors in the castle are sound-proof, left over from before my mother was born."
The witch hissed angrily. "Don't speak about your mother to me! And if you can't get any information at all, I wonder why I chose you as my apprentice, of all maids and young girls roaming this castle."
Raven then straightened up, and, looking eye-to-eye at the old woman, said, "Don't forget, I am still the princess, and one call will alert the guar-"
"Why you-" She made to hit the girl, arm raised, when a noise alarmingly close came from their left.
"I'll deal with your impertinence later!" growled the woman, and pulled the girl's arm sharply, a thin blade of pain running up her arm.
Trying hard not to cry out, she began the procedure.
Calming her rapidly beating heart, the fifteen year old girl slowly breathed in, and out. In, out. In, out. In- Suddenly, she opened her pale blue eyes and glanced over at the hag now beside her, staring coldly ahead. Mustering up a grin, she took a slight step back, and bowed her head.
A few moments passed, and then with a sudden gasp, three men burst into the room, all in uniforms of black, red, and white, but it was too late.
The old hag and young princess had disappeared before their very eyes, the last glimpse of her they saw was the princess's pale blue eyes, staring coldly at them. But then they were gone.
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(woaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah plot twist XD )
I stood, my head spinning from all the confusion. The last half hour had been so weird. First, we were going on a bus to complete a mission, then I was forced off the bus to go find Aura with Salifia, then we found out Aura was dying, and everyone thought it was their fault, and now Aura came back from the dead, is kinda alive but doesn't have her wings, and I'm standing here feeling like I'm gonna throw up.
My gosh.
*blushes*
Why thank you, Sage!
*flips hair and walks away*
:D weeeeeeell mine is on Snow White...
:D thanks!! thanks so much!!!!
Oh NO!!!!!! I gotsta hurry up!
OMIGOSH THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY BETTER THAN MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D
I suddenly looked up, wiping the tears from my face.
"Salifia... I'm sorry, but their right. The dead stay dead."
Her face fell, and when I spoke again, my voice cracked.
"I know you must blame yourself. I'm sure we all do. Indigo, poor Indigo, she was the one holding the dart gun. Carla- she nearly killed her trying to help, and Salifia... I want to tell you something."
The small nine year old girl standing before me, face fallen and tears forming at her eyes, broke my heart. But I had to, it was what was right.
"
Nobody's. It wasn't any of our faults. Her death wasn't caused by Indigo any more than it was caused by me or Paige. You didn't do it. It isn't Carla's fault. It was just her time. That wound just allowed her to pass over, and... and can you see that peaceful expression? That, Salifia, isn't done with murder. She is happy to know she has friends and sisters - and brothers - to suceed her in her mission. Remember what she said? She wanted us to finish her mission, not help it. She
knew it was her time already, Salifia."
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