

Airsthea 07----- Chapter Seven: An Annoying Minstrel Bothers The Travelers On Their Way To Drenade "This chapter is based on what's currently going on in my life: my brother, Seth, is playing the flute, which is seriously grating on my nerves." ~Brian Schnedler ----- Amy awoke to the sunlight completely unharmed. Axia woke up very soon after: noticing the lack of Amy's presence near her had disturbed her sleep. The girls were not the least surprised to find Miles asleep at his watch: he had fallen asleep as soon as he noticed Amy was waking. Matthew was nowhere to be found, and neither was his horse. The girls assumed he'dAirsthea 07


Airsthea 00 - ProloguePrologue: The Curtain Opens "More powerful than the will to win is the courage to begin." ~Unknown ----- This is a story about a girl, age twenty-three. This girl, Amy, grew up in a sprawling village that could probably be called a city by some, if they thought it was big enough. There was a school in the village, for... talented people. Not many people made it into this school, but Amy made it. She made it by working hard, for her mother passed away when she was young, and her brother Miles was often found with his nose stuck in a book, or his gloved hands curled around flasks and various other items of note to an alcAirsthea 00 - Prologue


Drop, step.Drop, step.Drop, step.
Taking a walk is an excellent way to clear the mind, some say.
I would agree, except I've taken my fair share of walks.
This one is to 'clear my mind' after a particularly tense conversation with some friends.
Drip, drop, the rain begins...
Do I even remember what it was about? Haha, no. Of course not. Who does?
There's just the remaining tension that needs to burn off. Like this rain on the road.
Stip, step, the walk begins...
Looking at the sky, I wonder what it's like where she is. I bet it's raining even better there.


Jenna NothingA house in Kansas somewhere along the road with cornfields behind it. That's where I live, but it's not my house. My brother is Lucas Clause Tyler and he's got a heck of a name but he showed me the house. My own name is Jenna Nothing, because my parents refused to name me past that. It was a rather sad story, but hey. Life itself is nothing more than a sad story with too many sub-plots. My brain has a random way of connecting things, see, and this house is a great place to try to help me to concentrate and pull my thoughts together, be cohesive, you know? That's why I'm writing this from in here... but you shouldn't know that. It breaks the iJenna Nothing
| Nexus is my new favorite word. |
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Breaking up is like slamming your hand in the car door. You don't need to do it twice to make sure it hurts...
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I fed my fish a bullet once.
It shot me.
Luckily fish can only shoot at 3cm/sec, so I dodged it.
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Can you see the voices? CAN YOU? CAN YOU?
Hi.
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I fed my fish a bullet once.
It shot me.
Luckily fish can only shoot at 3cm/sec, so I dodged it.
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Can you see the voices? CAN YOU? CAN YOU?
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I fed my fish a bullet once.
It shot me.
Luckily fish can only shoot at 3cm/sec, so I dodged it.
Now... To make and upload art...
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Can you see the voices? CAN YOU? CAN YOU?
I dunno. If it's true, then DARNIT DARNIT DARNIT.
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I fed my fish a bullet once.
It shot me.
Luckily fish can only shoot at 3cm/sec, so I dodged it.
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