NightStars

So, like, anyway…

Er, sorry about stopping in the middle of the story. Laters, gators.

So, um, EFY is, like, the best thing that, you know, ever happened to me, because, like, it’s just so, like, supa supa, and like, i love it, and, like, you know, Pi should hurry up, and, um, i supa miss my besties, like, from EFY, and, like, i just, like, love it to death, and, like, my mama just, like, told me that i was, like, going to , you know, be an EFY counselor, like, when I’m, like, too old to go as, like, a participant, and then I would, like, work at BYU and, like, be, like, a session director, like, a hundred times, and then, like, i will be, like, speaking at the classes, and, like, then, like, be, like, EFY everything, and, like, yeah…

Anyway. Go to EFY.

PS. ce.byu.edu/yp

Dark Steel: Part III

Kevin had a dream that night. He was in a clearing in the middle of an unfamiliar forest. The trees were so close to each other that there was no way out. There were no trees in the dirt. In fact, it was a perfect circle. Something flashed, and Kevin whirled around, alarmed. A boy and a girl- the same girl who had visited him- stood facing each other. The boy was holding something that was orange and seemed to be- moving? Kevin couldn’t see what it was, until the girl held her hand out palm up and the thing began to grow. It rose and started to travel towards the girl, but stopped in the middle of the two. Suddenly, the thing exploded into a humongous ball of flames, and Kevin stepped backwards and fell, getting himself another slash on his shoulder blade. The other boy also turned tail and bolted, disappearing through a gap in the trees.

The girl let the flame dwindle, and she turned towards Kevin as if expecting him. Her brown hair was in two braids and fell to her knees, and she was wearing a short dress with shorts underneath and a belt with a long knife, not much different than Kevin’s own knife, except that it was brilliant silver instead of blue-gray. She began to walk forwards, her sharp green eyes intense. She raised her hand to Kevin, and he stood and began to walk towards her. She smiled brilliantly at him, and he reached out to her, somehow feeling like he had known her for a long time. She raised her hands up to him, hesitant but eager. She said his name silently, and reached to touch his face.

But something stopped her. She put her hands up on the wall, confused. He did the same. They stared into each other’s eyes desperately for a moment. Then understanding cleared her features, then sadness. She laid her cheek against the invisible wall for a minute, and Kevin placed his hand next to it. Then she sat, and he followed suit. She picked up a stick and wrote in the dirt.

Kevin, my name is Cecilinoix (you say it like seh-SEEL-ee-nwa)

“Cecilinoix,” Kevin said aloud. He wrote back:

Hello, Cecilinoix. How do you know me?

Everyone knows you here. You were here a long time ago, and you fought off the Dialga, our enemies.

Why am I having this dream?

It’s definitely not a dream. I brought you here through the Smoke, the only way that we can contact people on Earth.

What is the Smoke?

It is a special kind of magic that can call people from Earth here.

So I’m really here, and I really got hurt agai-Wait. On Earth? What do you mean?

I live in the world of Yvan (ee-VON)

Why are you contacting me?

Firstly, because we need you again. Secondly, we want you back because you are amazing. And you are so much better than that tyrant, Gerranzd.

Cecilinoix sighed, and Kevin wished he could hear her voice.

Listen, do you know why this wall is here?

I think it has something to do with the fact that you had no idea who you were, so you couldn’t fully cross over to our world.

Well, now that I do know, we can see if I come over tomorrow night.

Good plan, Captain. I will see to it right away.

He made a face at her, and she laughed.

Good Night, Cecilinoix.

And with that, he drifted off into a dreamless sleep, leaving her staring wistfully after him.

Cliff woke the next morning to the sound of quiet muttering. He was instantly alert, afraid they were being given away. He crept to the door and listened.

“…never seen anything like it. Even his shoulder, and that one was fresh.”

“Yep, sure is strange. Genna, his fever’s gone, too.”

“Ma, I went to town yesterday and he sure looks like that picture on the ‘Wanted’ poster they got plastered all over.” Cliff tensed. “Wouldn’t be surprised if they were brothers. What was the name- oh, Kevin Proudfoot, I think.”

“Well, ain’t that fine. Brother of a wanted criminal. Well, he’s done nothing himself, seeing as he hasn’t killed us yet. And sounds like he’s been with this Silvermitt fellow his whole life, from the way he was talkin’ yesterday, and Silvermitt seems like a good guy. Not from around these parts, though, with that accent.”

Cliff let himself relax. They didn’t suspect anything. Not yet, at least. They still had a day or two.

 Later, he returned from his expedition through the city to find Kevin working away out back, clean shirt and all.

“Hey, you’re up,” Cliff said. “How’re you feelin’?”

Kevin grinned as if enjoying a private joke. “Awesome. I got fixed up last night.”

Cliff raised one thick black eyebrow. He could’ve sworn he heard a girl’s whispered laugh, but he couldn’t be sure.

“Oh, there he is. Cliff!” Cliff turned toward his name and was surprised to see Jordin grinning at him. The tall, muscular boy waved him over. Hesitantly, Cliff put one foot forward. Jordin saw his hesitation, and his dark brown eyebrows pulled together in confusion over his chocolate eyes.

“What? Pa wants to ask you a question,” he explained. Cliff’s expression cleared a bit, and he walked forward, following Jordin back into the house.

He was a bit alarmed as he saw Dahn sitting in his easy chair as if he was about to have a long conversation.

“Siddown, son,” Dahn said, all friendly-like.

Cliff sat on the low cot. “Jordin said you wanted to ask me something.”

Dahn nodded. “There’s a couple things. So, may as well get started.” He sat forward and rested his arms on his knees. “Do you know Jacob’s last name?”

“Proudfoot,” Cliff answered automatically, then mentally slapped himself.

Dahn nodded again, slowly. “And what do you know about his family?”

Cliff thought before answering this time. “I stayed with his family until he was ten, so he’s traveled with me for eight years,” he lied. “He’ll be eighteen in a few weeks. He never had that great of a relationship with his dad, they were always arguing, and he was always getting sent to bed without dinner.” He paused, then quickly invented something totally new. “His uncle stayed with us the last three or four years I was there, and they didn’t like each other either. They were either fighting or avoiding each other. The uncle’s name was George, and his father, well, I never really knew his name, but everybody called him Zag. Jacob had a brother, two brothers, actually. He had a younger brother and a twin,” he said, making the twin up as a cover.

“What were the brothers’ names?” Dahn asked.

“The younger was called FoxJay, and the twin was Kevin,” Cliff answered carefully, assessing Dahn’s reaction. He had used Kevin’s real younger brother and his name, and he hoped that wasn’t bad. He realized too late that he could have made Kevin take FoxJay’s place instead of inventing a new brother.

Dahn’s eyebrows rose, but he stayed calm. “Kevin is the one on the posters in town, eh?” Cliff nodded reluctantly. “And does Jacob take after his twin?”

Cliff understood the question and laughed. “Oh, no, not at all. He’s done small theft before, but never anything big. Kevin, though, I know he does grand theft, but I never heard of him attempting murder.” Cliff shook his head, genuinely disgusted, though not at Kevin. Just at whatever lying quack had made the posters. And at himself. He’d almost never lied in his life, but here he was, lying his pants off.

Dahn nodded once more, satisfied. “Thanks, boy. You can-”

He was interrupted by a sudden hollering and clashing from outside. He and Cliff jumped up and sprinted for the door. Cliff got there first and threw it open.

Dark Steel: Part II

 “Oh, no, oh, no.” Kevin stared into the city. Every wall and telephone pole was covered in posters with a picture of Kevin on every one.

WANTED! DANGEROUS CRIMINAL! GOES BY KEVIN proudfoot. WANTED FOR ARMED ROBBERY AND ATTEMPTED MURDER. IF SEEN, CONTACT the lord tirel of darketash OR GEORGE Proudfoot. REWARD: $5000

“Liar! Liar, liar, LIAR!” growled Kevin.

“Well, nobody knows he’s lying except for us, so that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that the second we step into the city, fifty men are going to jump us. Here, let me carry you.”

“What?” Kevin asked incredulously.

“Come on, just do it!”

Reluctantly, Kevin let Cliff pick him up.

“Now, put your face into my arm and look sick,” Cliff instructed. Kevin did as he was told. It wasn’t hard to look sick, as he was quite sweaty, was actually feeling not so good, and was all bandaged up.

Cliff walked into the city, trying to look panicked. He must have done a good job, because pretty soon, two men, most likely father and son, and a woman came up to them.

“Having trouble, boy?” The older man asked kindly.

“Y-yes, sir. You see, my servant, Jacob, and I are traveling to Dargomet, but we had to fight off two wildcats, and Jacob here got quite injured, and he’s been running a fever ever since.” Cliff bit his lip, trying to look troubled.

“Come, come, my boy, Genna here will fix him up right.” The woman smiled at them, not looking at all hostile or suspicious.

Cliff brightened a bit. “Oh, would you? You’re much too kind.” They led them back to their cottage, which happened to be on the outskirts of town. The younger man stayed outside to work, and the older couple led Cliff inside.

“Here, let me take him,” said the man. Cliff let him take Kevin. “Jacob” let his head loll, and he let out a little groan.

“Oo-ee, he’s burning up! Genna, you’d best get to work.” He laid Kevin on the low cot. “What’s your name, boy?”

“I’m Cliff Silvermitt, sir,” said Cliff.

“Cliff, eh? I’m Dahn, and you know Genna, My boy out there is Jordin.” Cliff nodded. “I’m out. Genna, it’s my turn to get water, I’m going,” said Dahn.

“Cliff, you’d best stay here while I get my things,” said Jilsa. Cliff nodded again.

As soon as she was gone, Kevin sat up. “Jacob?”

“Oh, come on it was the first thing I could think of!”

“You’re a right fool, you know that? We want out of this city, not to stay in it! What are you thinking?”

“Look, this is better. If they recognize you, they’ll either understand, or we’ll run. Plus, this way, I can get supplies while Genna fixes you up- you really are burning hot, you know that?”

“Yeah,” Kevin muttered. “I guess it’s okay, if I get better.” He flopped back down on the cot and closed his eyes.

Genna walked back into the room and shooed Cliff away. He walked back to town in hopes of finding a stable and general store.

He walked into what was indeed a general store and browsed through the shelves. He bought two bags and a whole bunch of other stuff for five silvers. He then walked across the road to a stable. He found he could not only buy two good horses for ten golds each, he could also buy a donkey for another two and feed for seven coppers. He paid for the animals, then, as it was growing dark, led them back to Don’s house and tied them to the wooden bar out back.

When he walked inside, Kevin was already looking better. He was half sitting with a bowl of chicken soup in his hands, clean bandages on him and a clean shirt at his side.

“So,” he said, “whadidja get?”

“Food, water, bags, clothes, two horses and a donkey. Oh, and feed,” Cliff told him. Kevin nodded in approval.

“Cliff, come get your dinner, boy,” called Dahn from the other side of the house. Cliff followed the voice to the kitchen, where a plate of meat and potatoes waited for him.

“Good grief, this is the best meal I’ve had in days!” exclaimed Cliff, trying to still have good manners while eating quickly. Genna laughed.

“Well, I’ve had girls come out here for my strawberry jelly, and boys for my rice cakes,” she chuckled.

“I believe it,” replied Cliff. “How’s K-Jacob?”

“Oh, he’s wonderful. He’s quite a healer, if I do say so myself. Wouldn’t be surprised if he were up and working tomorrow,” she told him. Cliff grinned.

Kevin set his bowl down beside him and lay back. He needed to sleep.

“Kevin!” someone hissed, awakening him from his doze.

“Cliff?” he mumbled.

“Hush, I don’t have much time!”

Kevin looked to his left and saw a beautiful brunette next to him.

“AAAHH!!!” She covered his mouth with her hand. Raising the other hand, she placed her palm on his forehead. Cool purple flames enveloped him, and suddenly he was eerily calm. She removed her hands, and Kevin watched her warily. Her palm was up again, but there were no flames this time. A green spark appeared in her hand. It flew to Kevin and landed on his chest, sending out strings of green magic. Kevin had the most peculiar sensation that there was a bumblebee inside him that was buzzing his whole body.

Then it disappeared. The girl placed a hand on his face.

“How do you feel?” she whispered.

“Perfect,” he replied. “All but the fact that I am suddenly extremely tired.”

She laughed quietly and let her hand run down his chest. Then she smiled and disappeared. He stared up at the ceiling and drifted off to sleep with a feeling that he would see the girl again soon.

Dark Steel: Part I

Story time!!! Yes, it is called Dark Steel. Yes, it is super long. Yes, this is only part I. Yes, maniacal laughter comes later.

 “Jaah!” gasped Kevin as he slipped and fell in the mud. He scrambled to his feet and kept running. The rain soaked his ragged clothes as his feet pounded against the ground. Light, he needed light. The clouds hid the stars and the moon, and Kevin could hardly see his hand in front of his face.

            As he rounded another corner, he tripped yet again over a broken branch. As he fell, a bit of torn barbed wire slashed his forearm and he let out a loud ‘Ow!’

            Kevin slapped a hand over his mouth and kicked himself for being so stupid and careless. Blood began to run down his arm and Kevin bit his lip. He pulled himself upright and jogged through the forest. He stopped when he heard hoofbeats and ducked behind a group of trees as five men galloped into view.

            “Hey, look at that!” one man hollered. The men halted their horses and dismounted. Kevin cautiously tuned so that he had a clear view of the men. All five had gone over to where Kevin had fallen moments before. A man in his late forties or early fifties bent down and examined the barbed wire.

            “Blood,” he said. “He fell here and cut himself. That was the voice we heard.”

            Kevin’s uninjured arm slowly moved to touch his cut.

            The man turned his graying blond head to look at Kevin’s prints. ‘This way,’ he said firmly, and the men got back on their horses. They rode so close that Kevin held his breath and closed his eyes, willing them not to see him.

            As soon as he couldn’t hear them anymore, Kevin bolted in the opposite direction that they went. He sprinted forward and took a random left. Stumbling over some rocks, he gasped as a branch whipped his left arm and sent hot liquid streaming down that arm too. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to keep going. He shook his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes and unexpectedly- the trees stopped coming. Kevin hesitated but sighed in relief when he saw the small wooden house at the far side of the clearing. He let himself slow, the exhaustion and hunger catching up to him.

            Suddenly a white light exploded out of nowhere and Kevin stumbled and fell backwards. He braced himself to hit the dirt, but the impact never came. The light wrapped itself around him and pulled him off the ground. Alarmed, Kevin glanced at the ground, gauging how badly it would hurt to fall. Then the light started to swirl around him. It parted and the two shafts began to circle and twist in opposite directions. Kevin felt himself growing dizzy and just when he thought he was going to be sick, the light disappeared. Kevin fell to earth and let sleep overcome him, not bothering to get to the house, only needing to escape the confusion.

            Kevin awoke in a small unfamiliar room. “Where am I?” he mumbled, trying to sit up. A gentle but firm hand pushed him back down onto the cot. Kevin was suddenly aware of a tall boy leaning over him.

            “Hush up, Kevin, you’ve bashed yourself up pretty bad,” said the boy. Or was he a man? He looked to be around twenty or twenty-one. “You’ve got a right nasty cut on your back, you know.” He shook his head.

            “Um…I do?” Kevin said, still confused.

            “Oh, come on, you’ve not got amnesia or anything! Here, this’ll clear your brains up a bit.” He poured something into Kevin’s mouth, and sure enough, Kevin’s head began to clear.

            “That better?”

            “Uh, yeah…” Kevin started to recognize his surroundings. “Oh! Cliff!”

            Cliff laughed. “Yes, you fool! Took you long enough! Oh, hey…” he leaned over and tapped Kevin’s chest. “You’ve got a nice price hanging over your head. What’d you do?”

            Kevin squirmed uncomfortably. “Well… I’m not exactly sure, just that Lord Tirel is after that old knife that was under my bed for some reason.”

            Cliff’s caterpillar eyebrows rose. “Really? I wonder why. So, naturally, half the town’s after you,” he mused. Kevin nodded. “And he’s got posters and everything, huh?”

            “He’s got everyone up lookin’, even my dad. Can’t imagine how he got that one around.” Kevin laughed scornfully. He slipped the knife out of his boot and watched the light glint off the unusually long blade. The oddly dark bluish gray steel seemed to send a shiver of mystery through him.  “And I’m only seventeen.” He sighed.

            Cliff straightened up. “When d’you turn eighteen?” he asked, curiosity burning with a strong accent.

            “Five weeks.”

            “That’s good. Then you can go to Darijet and get’cha a place of your own. Nobody’ll look for you there.”

            Kevin brightened, his blue eyes lighting up. “Even better, we can go up to Darbenit. My cousin lives there with her husband, they’ll help.”

            “Excellent plan! We’ll go at sunrise.” Cliff ran a hand through his spiky black hair.

            “Oh! How long’ve I been out?” Kevin wondered.

            “About two days or something. You feelin’ well enough to travel?”

            “Two days,” Kevin repeated to himself. “Oh, um, yeah, I’m great. Oh! This is your bed!”

            Cliff snorted. “You bet it is. Go to sleep, Kevin.”

            Kevin started to argue, but thought better of it and rolled over.

             The next morning as the sun was peeking over the treetops, Cliff locked his door.

            “I feel like some kind of important person that’s got to wear tight clothes all the time,” Kevin said, fiddling with his bandages. His shirt had been so torn up that he couldn’t wear it, and Cliff hadn’t had an extra, so it was almost easy to reach the tie in back.

             Cliff slapped Kevin’s hands. “Quit that, it’ll start bleeding again.” He tossed a sport cap to Kevin, who caught it easily and put it on. Kevin watched the ground warily, but only a wisp of light swirled around his ankles before fading away.

            As they trudged through the forest, Cliff told Kevin that an hour or so before he had found Kevin unconscious in front of his house, a search party had “practically trampled the house because they knew that you spend a lot of time here.” In turn, Kevin recounted his experience with the weird white light the night before.

            “And obviously everyone is trying to kill me, so it wasn’t exactly weird that it almost made me sick and then it almost killed me by dropping me eight feet without any drag or anything, if you know what I mean.” Kevin shook his head in disgust.

            Cliff’s stomach growled a few hours later. “Let’s eat!” he said enthusiastically. They sat down and Cliff pulled a couple rolls and two canteens out of his bags. Kevin ate in silence, savoring his first meal in days.

“Listen, there’s the river,” he said suddenly. “That means we’ll get to Darijet by tomorrow.”

“Oh, good. We need horses and stuff if we’re going to Darbenit.”

Kevin nodded, eager to get going.

When they stopped for the night, the sun had already set, and the only light was from the small fire that Cliff had made. Kevin lay on his stomach, and Cliff worked over him, trying to stop the blood on his back. Kevin’s back had begun to bleed again about when the sun was setting, so Cliff had to clean and redress it.

When he was done, he walked through their camp, putting out the fire and shoving everything back in the bags. As he lay back and looked at the stars, he drew imaginary lines connecting the stars until he could see pictures in them. He told old legends to himself until he fell asleep.

Yet again… Hello, Coincidence Shade. I see you are cleaned up from your trip through the Garbage.

Ahem.

Sorry, Pi. Liar.

Something about laughing maniacally?

WOW. Too much sugar. New Story? Oh, that’s nothing new. I thought i was going to come up with something good this time. VOLDEMORT!!!

Really. I have a new story. Ahaha. Surprised? You’re a good actor.

Demetri and Paul are featuring in a Pi Presentation: The Sword Of Demetri!!! Right? Correct me if I’m Wrong.

Capital Letters Drive Me Crazy!!! YAY!!! ZZZZzzzzz……

Dragcave

Okay so I am raising dragons on this site called Dragon Cave. The only problem is that I need people to click on them if I want them to hatch and grow up. If you would do me a favor and click on them, that would just make my day.

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Spoof

Phooey. I am in trouble with myself.

Firstly, I haven’t posted in months and months and months and yet more months. Secondly, I had a dream about the Jonas Brothers and me(I know, horrible of all horribleness). Thirdly, I don’t know what the Sword of Terraxis is.

Good news is, I now have a written language that both my friend and I understand and nobody else does. Also, I drew TinkerBell.

So anyway. I need to practice the violin. I also need to come up with something. I don’t know what I need to come up with, but I need to come up with it. So, I guess unless I come up with it immediately, I must finish this post. Sorry.

Neopets

Hey, hey, hey, everybody! This is Ari_Alira (above). She is one of my neopets. I have two others. Their names are Nix_Snax and Tal_Merulin. Ps- Ari is usually happy. i just put the sad picture on cuz it is cuter.

Neopets is this awesome website where you can adopt up to four pets and you feed them and play with them and buy stuf (not with real money) and earn neopints to buy stuf with and all that. it is way cool and it is totally free(unless you want neocash. that costs.) Click on  this if you want to see what it is really like!!!