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Heavenly Tides, chapter 3
Chapter Three, The Land Between Them
By Relm Wanderer
Spending time with Lina and Draco in Draco's dwelling was a nice diversion from the things going on at the castle but Sylphiel knew she had to go back.
"Would you like me to do something to the other princesses?" Lina suggested on the swing back to the castle.
"Whatever do you mean Lina?" Sylphiel questioned not knowing what Lina was suggesting.
"Well let's say something happens to one of the princesses. Like one of them wakes up with all their hair gone... Then that's one less princess to have as competition."
"Lina!" Sylphiel exclaimed. "You can't be serious!"
"Well that way you'd be sure to get the attention of at least one of the princes."
Sylphiel sighted. "I already have the attention of one of them. I just don't like him."
"Well if you had to choose who would you pick?"
"Prince Pokota most likely."
Lina scrunched her face up into a frown. "Why? He's a runt... way too young for
Dance of the Nutcracker part 2
Dance of the Nutcracker
- Part 2 of 2
It was a few more hours before the dancing finally finished and Sylphiel could have a proper audience with the Princess. Since Nutcracker told Princess Lina everything, Sylphiel didn't have to explain anything. Instead, it was Princess Lina of the Sugar Plum Fairies that explained everything.
"So once I go, I cannot come back?"
Princess Lina nodded.
"How long do I have before I absolutely have to go?"
"Perhaps a few hours at most. I can open the door when you are ready. Is there anything you want to do before you go?" Princess Lina asked while sitting on her throne.
Sylphiel didn't get a chance to answer; suddenly troops of mice, gerbils, and rats came storming in.
"Give us the Princess Sugar Plum Fairy!" The Rat King bellowed, brandishing his sword.
"Everyone, run!" Nutcracker ordered also brandishing his own sword. "Sylphiel, go with Princess Lina to safety. I don't want anything to happen to either of you!"
"No!" Both wo
Dance of the Nutcracker part 1
Dance of the Nutcracker
- Part One of Two
Away in a little town dusted with snow during its early morning hours, a young lady looked out her window at the winter wonderland around her. She watched the people of her town rush around doing their errands, preparing for the festivities to come. It was Christmas Eve after all; so much to do with such little time to do it.
Sylphiel let out a deep sigh. She did love Christmas; in fact more so than many. Deep down, however, she knew that she wouldn't get the thing she wanted most for Christmas.
Most people wanted pretty baubles and precious things for Christmas, but not Sylphiel. Her Christmas wish wasn't for beautiful jewellery, expensive perfume or gorgeous gowns. No, what Sylphiel wanted wasn't a thing a person could buy or make.
She wanted the affections of the toy maker's son.
Sylphiel's father was the mayor of Candlyson; being the mayor's daughter and quite possibly the prettiest girl in town, Sylphiel could have
Dance Lessons GS Fanfic
After much hard work, they finally did it. The people of Siaraag managed to rebuild their hometown. And it wasn't just a town, it was a large full fledged city! So to celebrate this momentous feet the people of New Siaraag decided to invite the world and have a weeklong festival. At the very end of this festival would be a grand ball in the city square.
Many people came from all over to see New Siaraag in all its rebuilt glory. And of course since large parties meant lots of food it's no surprise that Lina ended up in town with Gourry, Amelia and Zelgadis in tow.
"Wow! Look at the place! It's almost as if it was never destroyed." Lina exclaimed taking in the sights.
The city did bare a resemblance to old Siaraag but of course it was much larger. Because of the celebration there were tones of people, decorations, food music and dancing.
"How are we going to find Sylphiel's home? There's so many houses!" Gourry whined while eating a kabob. "If we ca
Heavenly Tides, chapter 2
Chapter Two, The Skies Above
When you were high above resting on clouds, the world below looked so small. Al the worries that seem so important were somehow made insignificant with such a view. In the great scheme of things we were all just ants busying ourselves with day to day things.
High above worries were few. And who would worry perched so high above? The sky was so pristine, the sun so bright and clouds so soft and fluffy.
And from above there were so many things to see. Looking down you saw life with all its natural glory. There were great forests, mountains, rivers, lakes and planes. So many colours and so many creatures.
Yes look down at the land below there were many sights to see. But for one wingling high above there was only sight worth seeing... the ocean.
For this blond haired blue eyed wingling the ocean had been a place of wondrous mystery since he was very little. Gourry would dream of what it would be like to
Heavenly Tides chapter one
Chapter One, The Sea Below
To want things you couldn't have was a universal thing. It didn't matter what race you were it was always the same thing.
Like if you lived in the ocean you'd want to up in the sky. If you lived in the sky you want to be in the ocean. And if you lived on land you would dream of both far off places.
Or at least that's what Sylphiel thought. She was a sea dwelling creature; a mermaid. The ocean was a wonderful place with such beauty but often Sylphiel found herself looking up. The sky was like a mirror to the sea. It would the most pristine blue or clouded with dark stormy fury. She wondered what it was like up there in the sky. To fly with the birds and sleep in the clouds. It seemed so magical and wonderful.
But alas Sylphiel was a mermaid. She would never get to know what it would be like to fly or be up in the sky.
What she could was go on land, but even that seemed like a tease. When you had a fishta
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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