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| Chapter One CompleteReal Life Story:
I am in the process of finishing my "book" with 60 pages left and I
will really be crushed if it loses, but one should always expect the
worst scenerio and be pleasantly surprised if something else comes
along and yaddy ya. Holding off on flash cartoons and I haven't
forgotten this storyline, just that I have 4 million other stories
waiting to be told and only five seconds of time each day that I don't
either waste or lose to school. anyway, here's to the end of Silent
Aria, Chapter One:
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Denue didn't know if she wanted to wait for the three to offer her a
place as their companion. She had a feeling adventures landed at their
feet sans effort and she wanted in on all the action-- heart being
broken or not...
"Look, fellows. I know you are up to something." Denue said
early one morning as she served the three their shoddy tavern break of
yesternight's fast. (real meaning of breakfast, no?) She slammed her
palm on their table and stared Kaleo-- the true leader of the trio,
obviously-- until her eyes watered.
"Abduct me! I don't care. Take me away from this hellhole!" she shouted
a bit too loudly. The early bird patrons of the tavern stared daggers
at her direction and then continued with their business, those losers.
Kaleo blinked his beautiful eyes at Denue and suddenly reached out to grab her wrist.
"I don't think you know what you are talking about." With a deft flick
of his hand, he released his hold on her wrist, all the while his gaze
never left her visage.
"Den, we are in fact on a mission," Troad began with a grave expression
on his unshaved face. "We are on a mission to bed as many wenches as
possibly." The man smirked and Denue narrowed her eyes before raising a
fist. Meanwhile, Aryen remained silent as he picked at his food, with
no apparent intention of eating.
"Hire me then. I can cook and clean for you on your way. I am very
strong!" Denue rolled her sleeves and would flex her muscles if
necessary.
Kaleo's gaze moved to Denue's now exposed arms. A lunar birthmark
graced the surface of her left upperarm. He turned to look at both
Troad and Aryen. Denue could have sworn the sudden exchange of glances
was extra-suspicious.
"You know what. I think you've proved yourself quite worthy of being
our maid Den Den. With your umm strong muscles and all..." Kaleo beamed
the young woman a smile.
Too excited with Kaleo's change of mind, Denue dispelled all transient suspicions. Her heart almost popped out of her chest.
"Don't back out on your words. I'll have your throats!" Laughing, Denue
flexed her muscles and pointed to the barely-there bulge on her left
arm. She then removed herself from their presence when an elderly
patron demanded her services.
"I think we've found our target," Aryen said when Denue disappeared into the kitchen of the tavern.
"This is just too easy." Kaleo grinned evily and then took a sip of his tea.
"Fruckcakes, tea's too hot!" The pansy fanned his tongue and Troad almost rolled off his seat laughing.
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| Kaleo laughed at Troad who seem to develop a few rashes on his neck
over night. His lips were red with makeup and his hair tousled. "You
had quite a night, didn't you?"
Aryen shook his head and tried his best to ignore his friends. Denue
found out why later. Troad had taken three ladies to bed, being as
greedy as ever. In the frenzy of merrymaking upon a springy bed, Troad
did a little move and wound up tossing all three ladies and himself off
the bed. So a pile of nudity resulted and having hit his head, Troad
became unconscious, the ladies got their money and left, and Aryen
stayed up all night laughing at his poor, loserly friend's "demise."
The rashes on his neck, Denue learned, were actually marks of "love" of
which the idiot of a man (or baka for otakus) wore rather proudly.
As she cleared a table, the three men talked amongst each other
secretly. What they had to discuss seemed of great importance as their
voices were hushed and their looks grave. The comical air of the
morning dissipated and left Denue with a curiosity to learn of the
three men's secrets. If only they would let her in on such a secret.
They were her ticket out of Rulin Town and out of the rut she had fallen
into. Cook, clean, wake, sleep, work, repeat. Not exactly in the same
order, but one got the point. She was quite bored with her life. If a
prince on a white horse was not about to sweep her off her feet and
take her to a far away kingdom, then these three gentlemen would just
have to do. Sweeping her off her feet, however, was another matter.
Troad played the part of a comic relief and a sidekick. Kaleo was
described in one word: gay. As for Aryen, he had potential. Denue could
see her heart taken away by his hands, but that was what she feared in
fact. Aryen breaking her heart.
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| If I were to say that Aryen's presence did not affected me, then I would be a liar. I can not explain this yet. It is most definitely not love at first sight, for we all know that that is imaginary- something that only exists in the dreams of a lucky few.
I offered Kaleo my bed at night. We talked a little. Kaleo seemed to trust me a lot, yet he failed to tell me why he and the other two are here... All the way from Tymusd- I bet they are not here on vacation. For what does my region have besides the usual shoppes, taverns, and brothels? Nothing. | | |
| My life is changing as I write. The most marvelous thing happened to me today. I met three young men at the Tavern, each adventurous and charmingly handsome. Troad Jargon, Kaleo Cerfase, and Aryen Orchrist they are named. Aryen waved his hand at me and that started a conversation that would lead to an adventure.
The three are from Tymusd region. They are on a quest of some sort. Being unfamiliar with the lands of Rulin, Kaleo hired me as their guide during their stay in this town. I, naturally, agreed.
I sent Troad and Aryen to the Edorecan Inn, ha a brothel. Kaleo insisted on staying with me. I allowed him to, for he is, how do you say it, homosexual. He poses no threat to me. He is very beautiful. His eyes are golden-green and his body is lithe and agile in appearance.
Troad is a human. He is adequately handsome, but his lusty nature repels me. And Aryen, he is not as beautiful as Kaleo, but... he makes me feel so very awkward. He has purplish-red hair and a human right ear and a left elfin ear. His eyes are cat-like and forest-green. He is very quiet and serious... and somewhat intimidating | | |
| The leaves have begun to fall and wither away, leaving nary but a trace of their existence. I am a leaf too, for my existence is not only transient but futile as well. I am an object of sex in the eyes of the men at the tavern. I have already disguised my figure by binding my breasts. Mistress Morrie and Lyra shine when they stand besides me. That did not save me from the embarrassment I faced today.
A wicked, wicked, foul bastard of a customer dared to touch my arse. I do not know who he was for when I turned around, only armless and toothless old man Estrian stood behind me. He grinned and I grimaced. To my left was Sir Tub of Lard. I doubt he had the speed and agility to sabotage my arse and return to his seat. Besides, I heard not a earthquake, for those appear whenever the man takes a mere step.
Sigh... when will I have enough quagels to find a place of my own, and support myself without working as a waitress...? I have tried hunting in the forest, but the men- they are far more better than I am when it comes to kills.
Not yet eighteen and I feel thirty. Perhaps it is time for me to stop looking at the leaves. It only makes me more melancholic. | | |
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