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| ...For love is Immortality.; Hetero, James as Thor/OFC Valkyrie, AU | |
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| tuesday's gone | October 29, 2012, 5:44 am Post #91 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Aaaaawwww, she remembers the spear and hunting... It's all black around her, the cave just as the blackness of her memory, I loved this scene. And Svetlana, it's a special name! I love the lyrics of the song she sings to Astrid, so meaningful for the whole story. And I love her immagination, if only she knew... This is a great intro into the search and rescue operation I can't wait! |
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| Olyamet | November 2, 2012, 10:14 pm Post #92 |
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Jäger.....
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@ Mia. Your wish is my command! @ Tiffany. Well, this update came out so long I have to post it in two parts! @ Maja. The first meeting will be... interesting, I can promise you that! @ Bo. As always, you can read my mind! Thank you all girls! Thank you for comments and for reading! Well, as I said, this update came out so long I'll have to post it in two parts... don't want to bore you with one long post... lol I guess I have a lot to say introducing a new character. Okay, here is part one! IX. (Lana's POV) I looked at my new friend and turned back to the fire, watching bright flames crackling on dry wood. I knew she was waiting for me to start my story, and I wanted to tell her, I wanted to tell her all of it, but... The angry face of my brother rose up in my mind and I closed my eyes, remembering his words. 'Whatever you are, you are not human! I wish you were never born! I wish you were gone!' I opened my eyes and sighed. I never wanted to be alone, I didn't choose this path, but I had to leave for the sake of my family... Sig's hand reached to mine, pulling me back from my thoughts. “So? Why did you run away?” She is not like others... she's different, somehow she's different... The clear blues smiled at me, encouraging, and I parted my lips, not really knowing where to start. “I was always... different... weird, always making up crazy stories about mythical creatures I saw in my dreams... about other worlds... but that was just a small part of it... As long as I remember myself, I had this connection to plants. I knew how to grow things, it's like plants heard me when I talked to them... I could feel what they felt...” I glanced back at the young woman beside me. I was afraid to see that look I always got from other people when I talked about plants, but Sig's blue eyes weren't judging, or laughing, they weren't smirking with disbelieve, and my story just started floating, all of it... “Even my very first memory was about flowers... normal people remember the smell of their mother, her face... I remembered beautiful blue flowers. Later I learned that they were called morning glories. They were growing by the big oak tree in the forest behind our garden, their vines were trailing over the tree trunk, climbing all the way to the first branches and hanging down from there in a beautiful green-blue cascade. That was my favorite place in the whole world... I used to just sit with my back to the tree, hidden behind the curtain of vines. I loved to feel the roughness of the bark, and watch the flowers move with the breeze. I used to press my ear to the trunk and hear the oak breathe, I loved that tree, I felt connected to it. I shared all my secrets with it, told it about my dreams, it was my best friend. I preferred spending time with my oak, since it was never mean, never made fun of my stories, and never teased me for my beliefs, that all living things can feel and talk. I thought that everyone could hear and feel it, but I quickly learned that it wasn't so... I learned a lesson that being different will single you out, and brand you crazy. Telling a few kids that golden bushes hurt when boys break their brunches started the teasing. Telling girls that flowers hate to be ripped off and braided into hair pushed me into the outcast category...” My eyes returned to the fire and the flames changed, unfolding the memory of my childhood. The faces of the kids from my old village danced in front of me, laughing and chanting, 'Svet-lunatic! Look, that tree is crying! Aha-ha-ha! Go hug it, Svet-tree-na! Seen any dragons lately? Svet-liar?' I swallowed and continue. “One day, the teasing was so bad that I ran... I ran, not knowing where I was going. Tears were pouring down my face, blurring my vision, but my feet kept carrying me deeper into the forest. As I ran out onto the small clearing in the woods, my body collapsed to the ground, exhausted. I don't know how long I laid there, but soon a barely there sweet smell calmed me down, and the light breeze dried my tears. I felt blades of grass softly brushing the skin on my face and for the first time in my whole life I felt absolutely serene and safe. I sat up, hearing the leaves whispering in the wind, birds moving in the trees. A beautiful dragonfly landed on my hand, and a family of raccoons walked by, stopping for a second to look at me, but continuing on their way after finding nothing to fear. I could feel strong energy surrounding me, as if everything was connected, everything was in the right place, even me... The forest life was all around me and I was a part of it, I was accepted, I wasn't the outcast. I laid back and breathed in, smiling to this new feeling of belonging, a feeling I never had before. Soft footsteps invaded my serenity and cold sniffling touched my cheek, making me open my eyes. A pair of curious browns were looking at me from above, and then a wet tongue slid on my nose and cheeks, moving to my forehead and I giggled, pushing the gray furry face away from mine. “Cut it out!” “Blake! Where are you? Blake, you bad boy, come back here!” A woman's voice yelled form behind the trees and the wolf turned to the call, but instead of running back it sat down in front of me, lowering its face and covering its nose with a paw. “So your name is Blake, huh? Nice to meet you, I'm Lana.” I smiled and moved my arm forward as if for a handshake, and the wolf rose its paw, lowering into my open palm. “Blake!” The voice called again and I saw an elderly woman stepping out from the bushes, her face turned worried. “Please don't be afraid, Svetlana!” “I wasn't, he's very friendly.” I slid my hand over the silvery fur and the wolf stood up, waving its tale. “Wait, how do you know my name?” “I was there when you were born, I gave you your name.” As the woman walked closer, noticeably limping on one leg, I remembered the village stories about an old one-legged woman that lived on the edge of the forest by the mountains. People called her veduniya, some saying that she talked with the evil spirits and lived with the wolves, sharing their bloodthirsty nature, others called her a healer, saying that she knew how to heal just about anything. “But how do you know it's me, if I was a baby when you saw me?” “No one I ever knew had such beautiful white hair and eyes the color of newborn oak leaves. You haven't changed much.” The woman stopped by me and Blake rose his face, releasing a short howl. Her name was Radda, and she became the best friend I ever had. She wasn't evil, or scary, or bloodthirsty, she didn't talk to evil spirits. She was just an outcast like me. Maybe one day I'll tell you her story if you want to know, as far as mine goes, meeting her was the best thing that ever happened to me. She was a gypsy, that song you heard me singing I learn from her... She taught me everything I know about the healing herbs, she taught me how to set traps, how to live in balance with nature. She said it's fine to hunt, but you can't be too greedy. All you have to do is ask the forest spirits for help, only taking as much as you need to live, and thank nature for the life you are taking. It's how nature works, everything in balance. Radda taught me how to survive in the woods, what was safe to eat and what wasn't... she also taught me how to survive in the village, how to ignore the teasing. She said that people are not evil or mean by their nature, but they always fear what they fail to understand, fear what is different. I was different, but it wasn't in my physical appearance like Radda's. I didn't have a missing limb, I had something more dangerous. I was talking about the things that people couldn't understand. No one but me could hear or feel life-forces, no one but me felt the pain of the plants, no one ever saw dragons or fire snakes, or the scaly, horned beasts that roamed my dreams. That was different and that was a secret that Radda taught me to keep to myself, if I ever wanted to be accepted by people. From this point on my life got better, I was visiting Radda as much as I could, despite the long walk through the forest. I had someone besides my oak tree now, someone who I could tell everything. I even made a few friends in my village, and soon everyone seemed to forget about my connection with plants and about my stories... until one day... the day that changed my life for the worst, the day that made my family flee the village, moving far away to the south.” I stood up, feeding more dry wood to the weakening flames, and sat back down on the fur covers. “What happened?” Sig's hand landed on mine and I sighed. “I was about twelve... I swear I didn't mean to hurt him, I really didn't! I don't know how it happened. Ivanko took my favorite ribbon and I chased after him, but he climbed on the tree and was teasing me, sitting on one of the big lower branches. It was an old tree right in the middle of the village street, It was Jarilo's day celebration and everyone was there. I was standing under the tree and telling him to give it back, but he was laughing. “And if I don't, what are you going to do?” I was so mad at him... it was the ribbon I got from Radda, she told me that it was a special ribbon, that it would protect me, that I had to wear it all the time... I always had it in my hair... The words flew out of my mouth without thinking. “Give it back or I'll hurt you!” It was anger talking... just words... I didn't mean it... He started laughing again. “Oooohhh, I'm soooo scared! Are you going to tell this tree to kill me? Svet-tree-na!” A few kids in the crowd giggled, remembering the old teasing and that encouraged him to continue. “Come on Svet-lunatic, don't you want your ribbon back? Call your dragons!” I got so pissed off that he reminded everyone something that was long forgotten, and when a few voices in the crowd repeated 'Svet-lunatic,' I snapped. “I'm going to count to five and then, if you don't give it back you will be sorry!” My words came out way too loud and everyone turned to us. I started counting, thinking at the same time how I was going to climb that tree and kick his ass down to the ground... He started laughing again, but as my lips let out 'five', a sudden gust of wind came from nowhere. The three branch moved and suddenly broke off, falling down and pinning Ivanko's legs under it. He screamed in pain grabbing his legs and I saw my ribbon slowly landing on the ground by my feet. I was stunned just like everyone else in the crowd, I have no idea how it all happened. Someone screamed 'Oh Gods, you broke his legs!' The other kids stepped away from me, leaving me to stand alone. A few adults rushed to the boy, pulling the branch off his legs and when they looked back at me, I read fear and hate in their eyes. Anger, hate, and fear were in the eyes all around me... I grabbed my ribbon and ran home... After that everything changed... every time I went out, mother's were pulling their kids away from me, people were pointing at me and whispering. The rumors swept the village, that I made the tree break with my mind. The rumors brought the memory of the old days back... people remembered that they saw me talking to the plants, they remembered that they saw me going to the forest alone. They remembered that I was friendly with the old vedunya... they talked about my family garden, how it was always untouched by frost or disease, how our vegetables and fruits were always the biggest and best tasting ones in the village... Soon everyone stopped buying crops from my family and my father had no choice but to start hunting, since we could no longer trade what we grew for furs and meat. I was still hoping that one day it would all be forgotten, but I was wrong... Hate in the village kept growing and one night I woke up in horrible pain, I felt like I was burning alive. I woke up screaming and my parents rushed to help me, but couldn't see anything wrong with me. I was rolling in my bed in excruciating pain, gripping to the covers and begging them to put out the fire. They kept telling me that I wasn't on fire, but I could feel it burning my body. I never left such agony, I couldn't understand where it was coming from, until my brother pointed to the window. Bright flames were burning at the edge of our land. And then I knew, I knew who’s pain I felt... my oak was burning... I saw a few figures moving under it, they were adding more torches to the base of the trunk and a loud growl came out form my chest. 'No!' My parents were trying to hold me, to stop me, but I was overwhelmed with pain and anger, I ripped out of their hands, running to my dying friend. My brother caught up with me and pulled on my arm, making me fall. I growled 'let go of me!' turning to him, and saw his eyes widening, his face turned with fear and he let go of my hand, pushing away from me. I stood up, but the pain got stronger as my tree crumbled, falling to the ground, and I dropped back to my knees, helplessly watching my friend perish in hungry flames. When my parents had finally managed to drag me back into the house, I couldn't talk, I couldn't hear or understand anything... I just sat on the floor, holding my knees close to my chest, with tears running down my face and kept whispering. 'It hurt so much to die... it was in so much pain...' The next morning, my family packed all we had and moved far to the south, away form the hate. We started a new life in a small village, and although it took me a long time to recover, life was moving forward and as years passed by, I managed to hide the horror of that night somewhere deep inside of me. The new village was mainly populated by hunters, so a family of farmers was more than welcomed. Everything seemed to be going the right way.. but I felt like after my family witnessed what happened to me that night, they were different with me, especially my brother. I could read it in their eyes time to time, even my mother's eyes. Fear.." |
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| tuesday's gone | November 3, 2012, 4:19 am Post #93 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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MMMMMOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRR! Poor thing, Svetlana! I love her already! There's something about her name, Svetlana, she brings light with her, much needed light to the overall darkness Astrid is wrapped in right now. I wonder just what is it about her, how her abilities will come to help. She and Astrid will obviously be together from now on, two lost souls leaning on each other on their journey. Will they help each other find love? You're probably the only one who can write female characters I actually like this gets more and more exciting, I can't wait for an update! Love you!
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| SlayingTheDreamer | November 4, 2012, 8:12 am Post #94 |
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Never talk with strangers.
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what she said! I loved this chapter, I loved Svetlana, I loved your descriptions, I loved her story and I can't wait more! Edited by SlayingTheDreamer, November 4, 2012, 8:12 am.
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| MetallicaObsessed | November 4, 2012, 11:09 am Post #95 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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I love little Lana! This chapter is so well crafted, I could see poor Lana writhing in pain as Her Oak was killed! Such a beautifully written character! I can't wait to see how her abilities come into play in Astrid's recovery. Once again, you have blown me away! May I please have some more? |
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| Olyamet | November 4, 2012, 6:45 pm Post #96 |
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Jäger.....
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Well, that name is chosen for reason.. beside me liking it... hehehehe But shhhhhhhh! I'm not going to say why yet. I love you Bo! And I'm still waiting on your update!
Thank you Mia! Glad you like Lana, she's here to stay!
Thank you Tiffany! Her abilities helped her to find Astrid... but I'll reveal that in the second part of this update, in very... um... hidden way. Just a few words.. hehehehe Thank you girls so much! Thanks for reading and for taking your time to leave a comments! You know how much it means to me! It always gives me an inspiration, make me just sit down and write more! I hope it's a good thing... lol Okay, as I said the second part of this update will be posted later on today or at the latest tomorrow. And after that I'm going for vacation, so I have no idea if I'll have time to write next week, I have it in my head... well, I have the whole story in my head, I just need time to write it down! Love you all! |
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| Olyamet | November 5, 2012, 10:19 am Post #97 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls again! Love you all! I'm not going to repeat what I said in the post above, so here is the second part of this update! (continue of Lana's POV) Years past and it all settled down, my family was living in prosperity and everything looked very promising. My brother was a few years older then me, and when he started spending more time by one of the girls who was about to come of age, my family started to prepare for the upcoming wedding. The way my brother was looking at his girl, I knew he was very much in love with her and I was happy for him. His love made me think of my own future and take a closer look at the guys, but not one of them touched my heart. The seven boys who were single were just snobby and nearsighted show offs. They were constantly competing with each other for the title of the best whatever. Who is the best hunter, who is the best at throwing the spear, who is the best with the bow and arrow, who can hit the bull's eye from what distance.. boring and stupid man stuff.” Sig moved by my side. “Oh, I hate that! I think... I don't know why this sounds so familiar, somehow I relate to that... what do they call it... a pissing contest! I think I dealt with that, because it seems to bring a strong feeling of disapproval, frustration... and somewhat disappointment.” “I guess it's a guy thing, doesn't matter where you live.” “Absolutely. Guys and their never ending contest of who's... um... sword is longer and all that.” My new friend giggled and as the hidden meaning of her words hit me, I gasped. “You didn't just say that! Shame on you!” I felt my cheeks burning and bit my lip, lowering my eyes. “Well, I can't say anything about their... swords... I.. um.. haven't seen one of those yet...” A strong wave of heat drowned me all the way to the roots of my hair and Sig gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh my Gods! I'm so sorry, I forgot you are an innocent girl... really, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” Her face was bearing such a genuine ashamed expression that I couldn't help but smile. “I was just joking! Trust me, I've heard worse from the girls of my age! I was just never like that, you know... I had never... never went with a guy to the woods... I never... loved...” I looked at the beautiful face of Sig and suddenly it hit me. “You must've had someone you loved! You are older then me! Maybe you are even married! Or at least have someone close to your heart.” Sig sighed and lowered her eyes. “I don't know... I do feel like I lost something... someone... or maybe I just feel lost...” “You are so beautiful, I'm sure there is someone who loves you! And he will never stop looking for you. One day he'll find you and maybe when you see him, you will remember! Love is a very strong feeling, you know, strong feelings are hard to forget.” “I can only hope he wasn't... that he's still alive... that he wasn't with me in that... what ever it was...” Sig's eyes turned sad and she looked down. “There was no one else there, just you and the dead field! He must be alive! He is alive and you will see each other again. I'll do anything to help you find him!” I read 'thank you' in Sig's gaze and she smiled. “But please, continue your story. I want to know what made you leave your family.” “Well... it was more of a... who... He was the best hunter, the best looking, you know the whole package. His name was Stanislav, he had a tall figure, a strong body that could've stepped out of any girl's dream and on top of it all, a brainless head with black curls, big brown eyes, and as everyone said, a smile that could melt any heart. I was the only one who wouldn't give him the time of a day, the only girl who thought of him as the biggest asshole in the village, who ignored him and saw him for what he really was. Heartless, cruel, and not caring about anyone but himself. An empty, pretty package. I couldn't stand him, not only because he was so full of himself, so spoiled with girls' attention that he thought of himself as high as a king of it all. He also had a habit of using trees and harmless animals for his target practice. Not like other boys never did that same thing, but he was especially cruel at that... he liked to torture them, shooting the limbs of the animals first, let them twist in pain before killing them. I can say I truly hated him, but to my misfortune, he had an eye for me. One day I was in my garden, getting it all ready for the spring, tying up the strings for the future bean stalks when I felt that something was hurting. Sharp pins were digging in its body over and over again. It was coming form somewhere beyond the village and I followed the feeling, in a hurry to help. I passed through the snow covered field, feeling the pain getting stronger as I stepped into the woods. I came to an opening by the small river and saw Stanislav, he was shooting arrows into the trunk of the river willow. I saw the sap dripping from the wounds of the tree and my body shivered, I couldn't help myself, feeling the pain of the willow and screamed, 'Stop hurting it!' Stanislav turned to me, somewhat surprised by my appearance, but a minute later his face lit up with a devilish smile. His hands with the bow rose up once more, sending an arrow into the tree by my side. I felt the birch gasp as the arrow dug in, and rushed to pull it out. As my hands gripped to the wooden shaft, Stanislav hands caught my braid, wrapping it around the tree and pinning me to the trunk with the weight of his body. His lips smiled just inches away from my face and his fogged by the cold air whisper blew over my cheek. “Well-well, the hunter had finally caught the prey he was after for so long. You are mine now, no way out.” “Let go of me!” I tried to move, but he was stronger. “I would... but... it's so nice to feel you body against mine... so warm... so inviting... you see, after I make you mine, you will have no choice but to marry me.” His lips smiled again, his fingers pulled Radda's ribbon out of my hair, letting it fall into the snow. “Let me go, I hate you! I'll never be yours!” “We'll see about that.” His face moved closer as his hand slid on the side of my hip, slowly pulling my skirt up. “Let me go or you'll be sorry!” I pushed out of my suddenly dry throat, but his hands gripped tighter. I felt fear and panic raising up inside of me, and closed my eyes, praying for escape. And then... then something happened. I heard buzzing wind, Stanislav winced, loosening his grip on me and then I heard him screaming. “What the fuck is this? How did you do that? Fuck! Send them away, you bitch! Fuck!” I opened my eyes and saw him waiving his hands in the air, battling against a swarm of bees, which were mercilessly stinging him. He tried to run to the river, but he couldn't see clearly and ran into the nearby tree, hitting his head and knocking himself out cold. The bees rose up above him in a dark cloud, and were gone as fast as they appeared... I quickly picked up my ribbon and ran back home, still shaking with the disgust of what was about to happen to me. I didn't think clearly, I was angry, scared and I wanted someone to protect me. The first person I saw was my brother. I told him everything... I was ready for him to go find Stanislav and beat the shit out of him, protect my honor, stand up for me, like a big brother should, but instead he turned on me. He said that I just couldn't help myself and ruin everything for the family once again. He started screaming at me... “Seems like bad things happen to people when you are angry at them! An absolutely healthy and very thick branch just decided to break off, now we have bees in the winter! Don't you see, you did it, you summoned them! You never cared about your family, we just settled down, we are happy here! I am happy! Now it will all start again, the hate, the fear! I don't want to lose Nastasya because my sister is a freak! Yes, I said it, a freak! I saw your eyes when that oak tree was burning! Whatever you are, you are not human! I wish you were never born! I wish you were gone!” I knew that telling him it wasn't my fault wouldn't make any difference, his fear of losing his love was too strong, he was blinded by it. Plus... Seeing it all through my brother's eyes opened mine. My fault or not, people see it as my fault... Unexplainable things needed to be explained and pinned on someone. There was no one there but me and Stanislav, and he was the one who got hurt, because I was angry at him. It wouldn't matter what I said, everyone loved him, guess who they will believe? Not me... and it will start all over again, the rumors, the hate, the fear... My brother was wrong about one thing though... I did love my family. And that is why I decided to leave. I couldn't do that to them again, I couldn't put them through the hate that was directed at me. It wasn't their fault, there was nothing wrong with them, they were loved by everyone... I was the one causing all the problems... I gathered my clothes, taking only what I could carry and left, telling my brother not to tell anyone that he saw me returning from the woods. It would be better this way, when Stanislav returned with his story he'd find out that I disappeared while he was attacked. That would put me as one of the victims of the strange bees swarm, leaving my family to continue their life in this village in peace. I didn't know where to go at first, I went in the opposite direction from the river and just walked until I couldn't take another step. The first few nights I slept under the pine trees, hiding in their still snow covered skirts, lining the ground with my spear clothing. Then as I got further from the village I started making small camps with fire to keep me warm at night. One of those nights I was sitting by the fire and looking at the sky, just wondering what was going to happen to me. I rose my head to the stars and whispered. “Please tell me where to go.” As an answer the bright lights of aurora lit up the sky in the north and the howl of a wolf pack followed, reminding me of Blake, and suddenly I knew where I belonged. With someone like me, with my old friend Radda.” I turned to Sig and it suddenly hit me. “Hey, you know, she may know a way to help you! I'm sure she knows some herbs that will revive your memory!” “I'll go with you and I hope your friend can help, because it's a horrible feeling not knowing who you are... All I know before I met you is this thick, suffocating darkness...” Sig lowered her head and looked back at the sword at her side side, sliding her fingers over the shining in the fire arabesques blade. My eyes followed her fingers and as the blade turned, reflecting the black rocks, my mind returned to the place I found her in. I remembered the eternal grief I felt there. It was so strong... I couldn't breathe, I couldn't be there too long, I wanted to run far away from that place, it was scaring me so much. I could feel death all around me... black snow of ash on the dead ground... no life anywhere around... That night, I saw my oak burning and woke up screaming and shivering. I had that nightmare before, but this time it felt different. I felt like something horrible had happened, I sat here in this cave for the rest of the night, feeling sick and crying for no reason. I tried to figure out what I felt, where it came from, I even thought that maybe it was my family, that they were in trouble. Closer to sunrise I asked the Gods to give me a sign, if I should go back to my village, or continue on my way. The morning arrived with fog, it was so thick I couldn't see past my stretched arm, I didn't know which way to go. As I walked that feeling of grief that I had at night came upon me once again, it frightened me so much I started running. When I came to higher ground the fog disappeared, and I saw that I was standing in the middle of death itself... and then I felt something... it was coming from behind the fallen tree. I felt fading, barely holding on life, that was burning in pain. I followed the feeling, ready to find some small plant that somehow survived this destruction. I stepped closed, moving over the tree, but when I saw the source of the pain, I froze. The feeling was coming from the body of a young, clod in armor woman. Never in my whole life could I feel humans' pain as I felt plants'... but somehow I could feel hers. My eyes returned to my friend and I saw her move, gripping to her side and I rushed to help her to change her position. “You need to rest, sorry my story took so long to tell. You take a nap and I will cook something. We'll stay in this cave until you get your strength back, before we start our long trip.” “How far do we have to travel?” She looked at me and I smiled. “I don't know exactly... Radda lives by the river that runs from great mountains. I think my family traveled south for weeks before we found that small village we stayed in... so... we'll go north, following the northern star until we see those forever encased in snow giants.” |
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| jØrdan | November 5, 2012, 1:24 pm Post #98 |
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Valar Morghulis
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It's even better the second time around... I already told you how much I love Lana... she's for sure my favorite character in the whole story. Like Bo said, two lost souls about to journey together, can't get much better than that! You described her so well.. Just how she's so in tune with nature, she doesn't even need to summon help and it comes to her anyway. Astrid is connected to the heavens and Lana to the earth. And I loved how you explained how everything in the universe is balanced, and you only need use what is essential, and one day it's all given back. Reminds me of a certain movie with um... *cough* ...certain giant blue people... *cough* lol. But really, it's so true, and I love Lana so much for that. And she'll help Astrid understand her world better. And that sometimes when you love someone so much, you have to give them up so they can live their lives without the hurt that you cause. And her oak burning gave me shivers... UGH, Fucking Stanislav. Should be named StaniSUCK. Fucking asshole. Hope those bees hurt, you fucker. -__- I could read this all day... seriously. ;_; I wish I could post my face on a comment so you could see how I look reading it, honestly. Words can't describe how much I love this. I miss your writing, I really do. I love you and your writing forever, Ollie. I need more!!! |
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| MetallicaObsessed | November 5, 2012, 2:30 pm Post #99 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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What she said
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| tuesday's gone | November 7, 2012, 4:19 am Post #100 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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OH MY GOD this is so beautiful!!!! So Svetlana is some kind of a supernatural, that is why she feels Astrid's pain, that is why she will be instrumental in helping Astrid and Thor reunite! Aaaaaand, that is why someone divine is meant for her soulmate!!!! And it won't be that asshole brother for sure... Now, let's see who's left... They are heading for the mountains, eternal ice and snow and cold. Will the force of love burning melt through all the obstacles? How will Thor find his way to the mortal world? Who will help him, stand by his side, be his companion? ABSOLUTELY CAPTIVATING!!! Please update soon! Love you!
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| SlayingTheDreamer | November 7, 2012, 12:38 pm Post #101 |
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one hell of a chapter if you ask me fist of all, I loved loved Lana as a character form the beginning, but now I love her even more, it's like somehow I can relate to her, idk. and Stanislav, ugh, pity he's villain in this story, cos I'm happy to see slavic names in your fics, especially cos this names exists in my country too :Đ to the point - I can't wait for more, as Bo said, this is absolutely captivating |
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| Daughter Of Immortality | November 13, 2012, 3:07 pm Post #102 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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So exciting, so captivating and so nicely written chapter. I like how you write your stories, with so much soul and emotions. But your updates are so short. I want to read more, to know more. I like Lana so much and her part in the story, I hope Astrid will find her way to Thor and to her memories. She is strong. |
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| Olyamet | November 14, 2012, 9:07 pm Post #103 |
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Jäger.....
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@ Jordan. Thanks again and... well, the reward is to know a bit more then everyone else... hehehehe @ Tiffany. Thanks hunny! @ Bo. Did I told you lately that I love you? No? I LOVE YOU! You always get every little detail! @ Mia. Thank you! Well, slavic names are close to my heart too, but I had to make him a villain... sorry. I'm glad you can relate to Lana, that means a lot to me! @ Maja. Thank you!!! Um... short updates take about three days to a week to write... I hate long updates, but some times I have so much to say... lol The problem is, I never know what is going to come up fron under my fingers when I sit down to write. So some times it's shorter, some times it's long... I try not to bore people with a long descriptions. Okay girls! Sorry for the long wait, but now I'm finally home and can go back to my writing! Visiting family and ocean was nice, but you have no idea how happy I am to be home with my laptop!!! Thank you all again for the kind words and for reading/commenting! |
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| Olyamet | November 19, 2012, 12:07 am Post #104 |
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Jäger.....
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Here is a little more! Don't kill me for a short update, I was sick as a dog... food poisoning... Feeling better now! Thanks again! Love you all! X (Loki's POV) “Fucking great.” I walked in and dropped onto the chair, hitting my tightly closed fists on the armrests. “He's still sitting on the floor by the bed?” Sigyn stopped brushing her hair and turned to me with sympathy. “Like a fucking rock. He won't even talk to me!” I tired to recline but the cushion got stuck behind my back and I ripped it off, throwing it across the room. “All that work for nothing!” “Baby, he lost his power... how would you feel if you were in his place? He just needs more time.” My girlfriend sat on the armrest, ruffling my hair, and I yanked my head back from her hands. “Time for what? He won't be able to do shit! It's all ruined. The main part of my plan was to have him off Asgard! I didn't anticipate that mother would react so soon, I was thinking she'd get pissed after I got Thor to Midgard, not before. It's all worthless now, the whole thing! I can't start anything here, because she'll just unbind his powers and he'll come out victorious once again!” I felt my fists tightening. “Or he'll rush to Midgard the moment he gets his powers back to save his Valkyrie.” Sigyn's hands landed on my shoulder but I pulled away, crossing my arms over my chest. “No girl would make him to leave his realm unprotected. I even start to doubt that he is in love with her as you said, he values her as a friend yes, but love...” What is love really? Would it make you forget about everything else? I glanced at my girlfriend. Do I love her...? We'd been together forever... but do I love her? And If I do... how do I know it's love? Would I forget about everything if she was in trouble? What would I do to save her? Would I be willing to loose my powers to save her...? Sigyn's soft green at the moment eyes were looking at me with sadness, and I lowered my eyes. “... it doesn't matter now. This game is over. He will sit there, all gloomy, until he comes up with some stupid move, I know him.” “What do you think he'll do?” Sigyn's fingers floated by my cheek, not daring to touch and I tried to calm down, closing my eyes and lowering my head into the back of the chair with a sigh. “I don't know, but I can see the guilt eating at him. He feels guilty that someone was punished for his foolish behavior, that his friend lost everything because mother is angry with him. Mother's words will finally get to him and he'll do something righteous and stupid.” Sigyn's hands gingerly made their way to my shoulder once more. I closed my eyes, feeling her fingers carefully gliding to my open skin and turned her way, accepting her light touch. My lips released another sigh. “All I wanted was to have one moment of glory, just one miserable moment! Is it too much to ask for? I can't believe I lost!” “Baby, we haven't lost anything yet.” Sigyn's lips landed on my head and closed my eyes, finally excepting my loss. Mother ruined it all. Checkmate. “Thor is here and he's not going anywhere. No one can step foot on Midgard without loosing powers, so no one will help him to get there. Besides, even if someone tried, mother is keeping a very close eye on Thor. I met her going to his place when I was leaving. Plus, if someone somehow succeeds in getting him as far as the Bifrost, there is Heimdall. The guardian will never let Thor through. I say we're lost.” I lowered my eyes, remembering how eager I was to start all this. I never wanted to be a king, I just wanted for everyone to see that I could be, that I'm worthy, just like my brother. I didn't want all that power, it was much too boring, too binding. I didn't want to be the one setting the rules and following them. To be all... wise, good, authoritative, and honest. It wasn't my thing! I didn't want to become my father, the crown is a burden for me. I wanted the fame and glory without the responsibility! “There is a way...” Sigyn's fingers stopped on my skin and my mind snapped out of the self-pitying thoughts as the meaning of her words got through. “A way to what?” I turned to my girl, straightening up in the chair. “A way to get Thor to Midgard.” Sigyn's lips slid into a wicked smile and I felt a weak hope raising inside of me. Please tell me you have a great idea, and please don't disappoint me... “If you have a way to fix this mess, and it works... I'll be forever in your dept.” Sigyn smiled and looked at me with sparkling eyes. “You better remember your words when you're bathing in the lights of glory.” |
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| SlayingTheDreamer | November 19, 2012, 12:05 pm Post #105 |
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Never talk with strangers.
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why do I always have sympathy for Loki? even though I'm not supposed to. I guess that's because Olya is such a good writer, I blame you Olya anyway, this was very great POV, but so short looking forward for more! |
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