Underground - Chapter 4

It's finally here! :)

Often we need to deal with enpleasant situations.Sometimes we can fix then by discussing the matter proparly , others by arguing and showing our point of view. We always have to solve a problem, but rarely OUR problem is solved by another...

Underground
- Chapter 4- Fallen Angel

The next morning Elise woke up feeling happy for once. She slowly brushed her long silky hair, while humming along the hallway towards the stairs. After a brief goodbye to the house members, she left the house leaving the door behind her unlocked, but closed.
She zipped her backpack, stuffed her keys in her left pocket and got on her grey bike.

As she rode down the city’s streets, she remembered the day before, when she met Brian. She was so sure her life would change after that incident.
She looked up at the tall skyscrapers, and smiled: she could see the bluish sky up there, a plane passing right threw it and some birds migrating…after all, it was winter.
Then she looked at the side walk again, made a smile and laughed; just like that.
Afterwards she turned her head, facing the huge windows of the buildings that showed her reflection, like pure still water. She released a hand from the bike, and rose it up feeling scared but excited. Then, she released the other, steering with no hands at all. She felt free, exited and light, as if she could fly, higher then ever!
“I’m the queen of the world!” She screamed passionately, while looking at the fake “mirrors”.There she saw a figure… then another, and later another. All pearly white and flying by her side. She got nervous and pedalled, harder and harder. Her bike was “squeaking” , and her feet were tired, but the small shadows kept following her. The faster she went, the nearer they were. She was now terrified, tense and struggling to escape these creatures. She could feel them near, so she yelled and threatened, kicking them with her left foot. Then one of them “bit” her bike, making her all tremble and lose control.She pushed the breaks and fell.Elise felt pain on her back and arms, when she got up and turned around to face the creatures. They were no longer there; how predictable. She tried to clean her shorts, but they were filled with dirt and in rags. Her bike was a mess, and the sky turned cloudy “menacing” rain.
While she walked a down the streets (along with her bike) , people stared at her from her messy hair to her ripped shorts, and made and disgusted or pity-filled face. It made her feel awful.
Finally she arrived to her destination, the e-mart. She entered the place, grabbed a grocery bag, stuffed it with some fruit, cereal and three packs of gummy bears, ready to “hit the hell out of there” has soon as she could. She waited on the cash-register line and heard whispers behind her; people talking about her appearance and judging her looks. “Next client” asked cash register; Elise put down her groceries and sighed in relief. The woman simply did her job and handed over the bill.
“32 dollars?” the girl asked outraged.
“Yes, didn’t you hear me in the first place? Come on, there are other customers waiting! NOW PAY, PLEASE!” the woman yelled, about to lose her temper.
“But I don’t have that much money…”
While Elise sobbed desperatly, all looked towards her shocked, and the lady was about to call the police when HE showed up.
“That’s alright, I’ll cover for her” he said, handing the money with a smile.
Elise looked up, facing the person who had just saved her from the worst moment of her entire life, and got speechless.
“Hi, I’m Lance!” he introduced himself, handing her a blue tissue.

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 11

“Another one?”
“Sure, bring it on!”
The servant brought another beer. Rick was really enjoying it, being treated that way... He had never imagined the immense glory Tourch’s players could enjoy.
‘It’s the happiness before the doom…’
Then, Rick felt an earthquake followed by population’s screams.
“What is happening?”
Everyone hurried to the bar’s exit. Rick just saw it: a huge creature similar to a giant dog growling to the citizens. It seemed the creature was searching for something… The small population was just looking petrified.
Then, Rick noticed a small stain in the top of the creature.
“Where is Number 7?” the stain asked.
The population removed itself from the place where Rick was. Rick was caught in surprise of this removal.
“What do you want from me?” he asked after trying to choose the best words.
“I, Number 3 of Tourch, challenge 7 for an official Tourch dispute.”
Everyone gasped.
Number 3 attacked without warning, not giving time to the population to move aside. However, his attacks seemed to have only one target: Rick. This last one was just evading from the attacks (or at least trying). His attacks were made by the big dog, with his big paws and trying to catch Rick, or at least scratch him.
“That isn’t the solution…” Number 3 joked.
Still Rick continued his defence tactic. They were fighting in the middle of the village; the both trying to avoid the destruction of houses. Eventually, the dog hit Rick, but Number 3 paused so that Rick could get up.
“Haven’t you understood already? That is useless. So pick up your sword and start fighting.”
“No…” Rick whispered.
“Ok, if you wanna play that way, I guess I just have to kill you…” Number 3 said without much enthusiasm. Rick corresponded the same way.
‘How can I defeat a dog that big?’
Rick was exhausted. He had to escape from the creature and at the same time think, something that wasn’t his strong quality.
“How many times are you going to escape that attack again?” Number 3 was starting to look frustrated.
‘One aim accomplished.’
The mutant dog attacked strongly again. However, the dog’s reflects were too slow and Rick got his chance. As fast as he could, he unsheathed Thynia, his sword, and made his attack in order to drill into the dog’s body.
‘Yes, I did it!’
He glanced at his enemy to see his works.
‘Can’t be!’
The dog didn’t even have a scratch.
“What were you expecting? Horous is the best partner a Tourch player can have. Attack!”
Rick did not have time to escape. He was just hit strongly and barely had forces to get up.
“Stop behaving like a little brat! Pick up your sword; it is an order.”
Somehow, Rick obeyed. He was fed up of escaping from Number 3.
“Let’s start the fight.” Rick said.
Number 3 grinned.
“Finally, you made the right choice.”
However, Number 3 lost Rick from his view only to find him seconds later in front of the lighted sun blinding 3’s eyes.
“Noooo!!!”
The dog reacted.
The final stroke was achieved.

Next Chapter:
Who won? Kane’s point of view. What secrets have 3 to tell us?

Author’s Note:
I loved this chapter. This is the first time I’m writing real action and I think I’ve been successful. Please comment!Another warning: I’ve already programmed something of the continuation of Fifteen Journey and that story is called Sixteen Journey (only to peck your curiosity! Eheh...).

Happy Birthday to you...

Hey folks! Guess what? It’s Fifteen Journey’s birthday! Actually, the blog makes 1 month this day. I’m so happy! Thank you all for commenting our stories, and thanks Fred for warning me! Eh, eh… So, don’t forget: in the 27th November 2006, come and say a Happy Birthday. But it isn’t only the blog that should be congratulated today, the people that work hardly to make the blog full of posts, the “commenters”that are always expressing their precious opinion or the ones that are always searching new things for the blog should also deserve a big THANK YOU for their precious support. And guess what? We actually ARE improving in writing in English! Happy Monthday blogy!

Fifteen Journey - Elain's profile

Name: Elain Dicen
Number: 2
Birthday: 2nd December
Age: 19
Born in: Ginesia
Eye Colour: Dark brown
Hair Colour: Light Brown and Red
Favourite Colour: Dark Purple
Art: Arrow
Family known: Mother and older sister
Personality: So many words to describe her… Let’s just say that she is the most unpredictable of all girls in Fifteen Journey. When she gets furious, she’s unstoppable. In the other hand, she can be harmless, needing protection. Too bad for her prince Charming…hihihi…

Fifteen Journey - Tom's profile

Name: Tom Moan
Number: 1
Birthday: 15th January
Age: 17
Born in: Rouose
Eye Colour: Purple
Hair Colour: Dark Purple, Black and Blue
Favourite Colour: Black and white
Art: Magic
Family known: Father
Personality: Tom is evil to new people. But the truth is that he is always afraid (soon I’ll find…), and wants to protect what he likes the most: his life. His fear leads him into a destiny he’s ashamed of and changes his personality only to make it pleasant to the people that love him. He’s a strong fighter, one of the best, and will do everything to make a better future.

Butterfly Mystery - Chapter 3

Martha was waiting. She had already unpacked and she was sat in her future bed. She was expecting the door to open in any second, so that she could meet her new roommate. But the door was really stubborn and did not want to move.
Martha felt bored. She started analysing her partner’s belongings. They were all coloured but awfully organized. There could be seen a scarf posted in the wall with a common name printed. Martha deducted this was her partner’s name: Jennifer. Martha advanced to Jennifer’s bed-side-table, where she noticed a picture frame. There were 3 girls in the photo, from different ages and similar between each other. This puzzled Martha. How could a top fashionable and pretty girl, have a photo frame with her siblings? The common was to have friends in that frame, not members of family!
“What are you doing?”
Martha jumped.
“AH, you scared me!”
“Sorry,” she seemed distant and sad “but who are you?”
“I’m your new room partner, Martha. You are Jennifer, I suppose?...”
“Yes…”
Indeed, Martha’s suspicions were right. Besides her roommate’s name being Jennifer, her beauty was something that could make jealous any girl, not to mention the boys… and she had a great fashion sense. But she seemed too sad, alone.
“Are you okay? You seem sad…”
Jennifer lost control. She exploded in tears.
“Why is the world so unfair?!” she cried.
Martha put Jennifer’s head on her lap and waited patiently. Eventually, she stopped crying and sat on the floor, her back to Martha.
“Why are you comforting me?” Jennifer asked.
“I care about everyone.”
“You are the first person that cares about me in this school. I’ve just entered yesterday…”
“I guess we’re equal. I entered today…”
“Really?”
“Yeah…” Martha answered.
Then, they chatted. Martha got to know why Jennifer was here, and her solitude feeling as well as many other things. It seemed that she had done her first friend.
“I’ve got to go now, my brother is probably waiting for me to show me the school.” Martha replied glancing at the clock.
“Ok, see you later.”
“Yeah”
Jennifer saw Martha running to the hall. Thoughts were running on her head.
“An angel…” she whispered.

Next Chapter:
First meeting. Prince charming without glasses. New enemies.

Author’s Note:
Ok, I know this story doesn’t have many fans but I’m still updating. I hope I can finish this quickly.

Best Wishes!!!

The Fifteen Journey' s blog wishes to everyone who visit our blog, who read our stories and who comment a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 3

I'm finally back, with another "The Haunted Tower" chapter. Eyodar is finally in Ashlaam, where he will try to rescue his daughter, Jeyah, from death (if he is actually in time). However, many dangers will face him before he can finally enter the tower where Worroc, a mysterious ghost considered a god by the souldemons, lives. But an unnespected visit of the souldemons will probably difficult even more his path...

Chapter 3:
The Souldemons

First, Eyodar didn't understand what were the souldemons. But then, he remembered the chat of the last day, and thought in running out of there. But it was too late. If someone saw him running, everybody would think something was going wrong with him, and then everything could be much worse.
After a while, everybody freed the street, and a new group of people appeared. All of them had dark red shirts, dark blue trousers and a long black cape. They were all walking in a very characteristic way, in a strange march, dancing with their dark and curve swords and singing a gothic song about death. But the most strange fact about them was the mask all of them were using. Eyodar couldn't see a face in that group of people: they all had a dark gothic mask that made them look like they were extremelly furious. Eyodar realised that group was the soldemons.
After some moments walking, the souldemons stopped and waited for the crowd to surround them. Then, one of them, probably the leader of the group, prepared to talk.
When he did so, he surprised Eyodar by using a normal voice. Perhaps, thought Eyodar, his mask was so scary that he was expecting to hear a demon's voice.
'People of Ashlaam, our lord, Worroc, has finally our offer: 20 children of Thronkster are at the moment fainted in the big tower where our lord lives. After a week, as it usualy is, He is finally going to kill them!
'Now, Lord Worroc may be able to get fresh blood without attacking our city. That's because He has pity of his people!'
'Yes, just try to remember what happened to us 30 years ago...' wispered a man near Eyodar. The leader of the souldemons didn't her him and continued to talk:
'However, there is no mercy to the population of the other citys. As you shoud know, Lord Worroc was, a long time ago, a living person like us. He travelled throught the world and met various places. Unfortunately, the people of the various cities He visited didn't want to welcome Him. He was a traveller with no home.
'But then, he visited Ashlaam. Our city had let him live with us a peaceful live. He had finally a home.'
'Why do we always have to listen to that?' asked, wispering, another man near Eyodar, to no one in particular. The leader of the souldemons was still talking:
'He was bewitched by other citys, and when He died His soul didn't find the peace to rest. As everybody in Ashlaam knows, His soul is now living in the big tower near our city. He needs blood to mantain it alive, beacuse if His soul dies, it will be worse that death to our lord' sayd the leader of the Souldemons, that was constantly facing the crowd, face by face.
'Now, we kill the population of the cities that bewitched Lord Worroc and bring children to kill them and offer their blood to Him. The rest of the attacked population must die. However, our task with Thronkster isn't finished yet. There's actually a survivor of the massacre between us' and then, looked to Eyodar.

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 10

Rick slowly opened his eyes. His head was really hurting him. He was lying on the soil with some trees near and a mountain far away from him. He knew that forest: it was the game’s official place. ‘Where to go now?’
He stand up and dusted his clothes. Now ways of life could be seen in that insecure wood. Rick hold tightly Thynia and decided to adventure in the deep vegetation.
When thinking there wasn’t life in a ray of kilometres, he heard something. It was running away from Rick, ‘That thing must be scared…’ and decided to follow it. It ran really fast. The dense vegetation was hurting Rick with its thorns. Still, the little creature could lead him to civilization. At least, that was what he hoped to…
The distance was getting smaller. The creature was right away him…
In front of him…
Trapped…
Rick managed to catch the creature. It was shaking with fear. It was a little light brown dog. It seemed it was born some hours ago by his size.
“Oh are you lost? Here have this…”
Rick gave the small puppy some of his dinner. Food was another problem because Rick would not be able to survive.
“I’ve eaten it all?!!!” Rick was surprised with the rapidity he had eaten all his dinner!
“Nooo, I don’t have nothing to eat!”
Rick was hopeless but the puppy seemed to have some kind of solution…
“Where are you going?”
Rick followed the puppy. The woods were almost finishing…
“What is this THIS?!!!”
A huge village was raised in front of him. What was that doing there? Isn’t this the games’ woods? As for the puppy, it had disappeared.
Rick entered in the village.
“Hey, kid, are you a player?” a middle age grow-up asked Rick.
“Yeah, I’m number seven…”
“Come on in” the adult said inviting Rick into a bar “I guess you need some explanations…”
Rick entered. For his surprise, many old ones were waiting and smiling at him, others were disturbed with something.
“Have a seat.” Rick automatically did it. “I suppose you have a lot of questions to do…”
He had in fact…
“First, we are here as helpers to avoid you from dying from starvation and also to help you if you are hurt or something. We can also inform you if another player is nearby or not. In conclusion, we are every candidates’ assistance.”
Rick could not speak. Those people were risking their lives to save the players’ ones. For his astonishment, they were all laughing and smiling at each other. It seemed that the world was perfect. And Rick felt comfortable as he never thought we would…

“No, why me?”
Kane was sat in his desk trying to do his work. He had been hired in about 2 months and could not disappoint his boss. Still, we had been working for about 6 hours in his design project and wanted to pause.
“Forget the work, I want fun!”
He got out of his rented room and decided to check out how the players were doing. He just hoped Dick and his cousin were ok…
The stage was still there. The crowd was checking if their candidate was doing well, so it was difficult to Kane to see something. Somehow, Kane reached the dynamic map and analysed it.
Dick was ok, he was moving to a helper village and no enemies could be seen around him.
Kane was almost stepping to get to his room again, when he remembered Rick.
“No…”
Number 3 was approaching Rick’s dot really fast…

Next Chapter:
Rick’s first battle is about to begin, against Number 3. What is 3’s art? Will Rick be able to defeat him? Stay tuned for more Fifteen Journey!

Author’s Note:
This is, probably, my last chapter before going on holiday. Please comment as a Christmas gift!

Butterfly Mystery - Chapter 2

“Mine is 86, what about yours?”
“21” Martha answered.
Martha and Mandy were walking in the dormitory’s corridor. The others students did not seem to notice the two new mates: they were too busy with their own problems.
“We’re here, 86!”
They were about to enter when…
“I don’t care, just do it, or you’ll be sorry!” An angered girl got out of the room.
The two sisters looked at the untidy room.
It was a mess, but the girl inside it looked worse. She had make-up all over her face and seemed to follow every mode rule.
“Are you Trinity Gael?” Mandy asked reluctantly.
“Yeah, sooo?!”
Martha was scared. The little one was arrogant!
“Sooo, is this your room?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“Look you…, I want my sister to feel good in this school, so do not behave like some kind of stupid girly!” Martha shouted.
The other looked stupefied as Mandy was already unpacking.
“See you later, sis”
“Bye…” Mandy replied.
“What was that?” Trinity asked.
“My sister…”

Next Chapter:
Martha’s room partner… Strange girl…

Author’s Note:
Ok, the shortest chapter I’ve written so far… The next will be short too. I guess shorter chapters are better to read. Please comment!

Strangers - Chapter 1

First of all, I want to apologize all that visit this blog for the delay of my story. I had a lot of tests and I had no time to write. But the holidays are coming so I promise that the 2nd chapter will take less time to be written.

Strangers

“You have one message!” said the warning on the screen.

27th October 2072
S Group,
Today the city of Dallas has been attacked by M.M.A and we think that Him was the organizer of this attack. Your mission is to find some evidences about the existence of Him and discover survivors.
Farewell,
S.A.H.

“Prepare the jet plane quickly!” demanded Saryh. “Time is running!”
“Fuel, checked. Lasers, checked. Provisions, checked.”
The S group went to Dallas the faster they could. They took no longer than 5 minutes. When they arrived, they didn’t believe in their eyes. Dallas was completely destroyed. The sky was dark grey, almost black. The dust was still in the air. Almost all buildings were in ruins. Mutants have left shortly before the S group arrival.
“How could they destroy everything?” said Migus.
“I don’t know. But we must start finding any survivor.” ordered Saryh. “Ricrady and Fedrik take the plane and use the thermal-sensor. I, Migus and Annes make the searches on ground.”
Half an hour later Annes shouted.
“I need help here! Two bodies!”
She found a little boy with a woman, probably his mother, very wounded. The woman was bleeding from the head and had a broken leg. The boy was less damaged only with a broken arm and some scratches all over the body.
“Ricrady help me bring the stretchers.” asked Migus
They took the bodies to the plane and then parted to the headquarters of S.A.H.

Butterfly Mystery - Chapter 1

“Men, I can’t believe we gotta do a History work next week!”
“If this is the beginning, what will be the end?”
“Please, shut-”
“Hey, dude, what’s wrong?”
Jack was petrified. He was looking at a blond-haired girl with dark green eyes, walking in the corridor, talking to a 7th grade female. Someone like his twin sister.
“What are you doing here???”

“Oh, bro, I’ve missed you so much!” Mandy said as hugging her older brother.
“I’ve missed you too, Mandy. So, why are you here?”
“Well,” the blond haired started “we were missing you and I guess our parents need some time together.”
“Oh, Martha…” Jack hugged her.
She hugged in return.
“Life in Intern College isn’t easy, you don’t that?”
“We’ll pull through.” Martha replied convinced.
“Hey, dude, are you presenting me your siblings or not?”
Martha looked at the speaker. ‘Oh my gosh!”
“Martha, Mandy, this is my best mate, Brian. Brian these are…”
Martha did not hear more. She was just staring at Brian wishing he was not looking at her as she couldn’t take her eyes of him.
Brian belonged to the athletic type of boys. He had light grey hair: ‘Have he painted it?”, blue eyes and a great fashion sense. She felt discouraged. How could she compete with, she supposed, a bazillion girls using horrible glasses in her face? She couldn’t take them, or she would stumble for sure.
After she could escape, Brian was in front of her.
“Hey, what are you staring at?”
“Martha?” Jack asked concerned.
“Oh, sorry, Martha Williams.” She tried to wake up.
“Brian Thomas.” She couldn’t wake up…
“Martha, here my friend Brian is the best in our class.”
“I understand why…”
“You do? I thought you would start hating Brian”
“Why would I hate him?”
“Oh, have you let go you paranoia about pursuing guys that take best marks than you?”
Martha woke up.
“I’m the best…” she growled.
“Are you? I don’t think so.”
“Come on, Martha. Let’s go. I want to check out my room.”
Martha was dragged by her collar by Mandy still growling at Brian.
“Strange sister you’ve got, men…”
“Absolutely”

Next Chapter:
Rooms!!! We meet Martha room’s partner! But enemies aren’t over…

Author’s Note:
Ok, this is the first chapter. If you compare Fifteen Journey to this, it is almost the same writing so think of it as a personal identification.
Another thing, this story, unlike Fifteen Journey, is based in many stories that already exist. You have been warned!
Please comment!!!

Butterfly Mystery - Summary

Martha is a girl like no other until she moves to a new school. Besides having to do new friends, many troubles appear during her first year. Will she be able to save the ones she love? To unfold ancient secrets? And survive her own problems?

Hi, it's me, Fipa!
The reason why I am writing in a new colour is that I'm creating a new story. I guess Fifteen Journey is more for boys than for girls, because it will get violent in no time. So, I'm writing from now on Butterfly Mystery. I'll leave the title for your imagination as well as the summary.
This story is shorter than Fifteen Journey, which means that I'll rarely update.
The main character is Martha and I'll use her point of view many times. This story is mainly for girls, but even a boy, I guess you'll like this story in the end.
Wish me luck!

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 2

First of all, I'd like to explain that this story isn't like the others in this blog: it's much shorter, and I'm not thinking in writting more than 15 chapters (more or less) about it. So, please don't expect a very deep story or a soap opera with no end! However, I promisse I'll try to write the best way possible (does this expression really exists in english?) to give you a cool (hopefuly) story. Here it is another chapter. Don't forget to comment it.

Chapter 2:
Memories
It was a peaceful shiny day. Eyothar was riding his horse, Spindush, in Thronkster's main square. Everybody was walking happily through the streets. After a moment of searching in the crowd, he finally saw what he was looking for: Inahda. His wife. He smiled, and she returned the smile, showing her splendid beauty. That day, she was dressing a summer white dress, that fitted her perfectly.
Eyothar ordered Spindush to move into the direction of Inahda. Both were still smiling. But then, there was a noise. A group of people started to fight, and immediatly an urban fight hit the entire square.
Eyodar stopped smiling. Inahda was still looking at him, ignoring the people fighting arround her. But Eyodar had a bad feeling about that. Spindush trotted faster, but then Inahda's face stopped smiling. She was showing pure terror. Eyodar was in shock. Blood came out of his wife. People started to shout. Inahda sheded more and more blood, and then felt to the floor.
Then, the time stopped. Eyodar's heart was bumping very fast. The crowd in the square was in a great fight and lots of people were dead. Such as Inahda. His wife. That just couldn't be happening! I couldn't be true! Now, he couldn't see her, because of the other people that were fighting arround her.
She couldn't be dead... She couldn't! No!
'Inahda!' screamed Eyothar, almost crying.
Then, he realised he was in his little bedroom in the Red Fish, the hotel he decided to go to pass the night in Ashlaam. He was completely covered with his own perspiration. That nightmare... again... Eyodar felt he was the saddest man in the world when he remembered the death of Inahda. All the blood coming out from her... Her face showing the terror of death... It was difficult enough to pass through it just forgetting, but those nightmares made it much worse. And now, it wasn't only Inahda's death to haunt him. It was also Jeryah's kidnapt.
Someone opened the door, surprising Eyodar. It was the owner of the hotel.
'Man, what's your problem?' he asked.
'N-nothing...' answered Eyodar, a few seconds later. It wasn't nothing, but now he didn't want to tell his story to the old man in front of him.
'So just stop shouting in the morning for people! This isn't good for my clients!' he said.
'S-sorry'
The man leaved the bedroom, and Eyodar decided to do the same, so he could explore the city and try to find out how he could save his daughter... if she was still alive!
When Eyodar was leaving the hotel, peole started to yell. Men were grabbing their swords and woman were trying to avoid the place with their children. Someone shouted:
'The souldemons are here!'

Fifteen Journey - Questionary

Dear fans,
I need your help. I would like you to tell me in crescent order your favourite characters. This is really important to the story because I will put more importance to those characters you like the most. Plaseeeeeeeee, do it!!!
Really thanked.

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 9

There he was. A few hours after the dispersion. He was sat in the room where every candidate was saying goodbye to their fellow friends or family. Only Rick and Annya weren’t surrounded by a single person. Rick wondered why looking at Annya. She was sat, relaxed, with her eyes closed. Even Tom had some good looking guys near him, without forgetting his bodyguards…
‘Is he bringing his bodyguards to Tourch?’ Rick wondered laughing to himself.
Those moments passed too slowly. His solitude was depressing. He felt horrible hearing the cheerful and dramatic sounds of the final goodbye. Tourch could take years, decades… If he could return alive and well home, it would be enough…
Somehow, that slow time managed to pass. The candidates were able to proceed to the next stage: the arts’ attribution. Rick was the first to get out of that tiny room filled with depression. Eventually, the other candidates went after him in the direction of the round stage. For Rick’s luck, Cassey did not see him because of the huge number of people that came to say goodbye. In all that confusion, it was almost impossible to see each other. The workers were really busy in making this Tourch the best ever. The corridors were full of employees and crazy fans. The candidates were pulled to the stage, where the curtain was still down. They were set in a line, according to their numbers. Eventually, the curtain rise and the crowd vibrated. The last day.
“How is everybody?”
The crowd shouted. Rick, that was in the middle of the two females, saw the speaker. He was the same presenter as every day, but he seemed alive that day. Maybe it was because this was the last day. Maybe…
“Can we proceed to selecting the arts?”
The crowd shouted a unanimous yes.
The selecting began. The candidates were called one by one to the front of the stage. That was the process every year.
Fifteen was the first to be called. She cheerful girl stepped to the front and was standing at the crowd smiling to everybody.
“Sarith Nince, do you swear to fight in Tourch, be merciful and give up only in the end, or die trying to win?”
“I do.”
The crowd shouted. They were really excited.
Then, they marked Sarith in the left arm with a symbol with a fifteen in it.
“You are now a Tourch player.” The crow got mad. The first player.
“But,…” the crowd silenced “…as a Tourch player you must have an art. It is time to choose it!”
The crowd got mad… again.
Rick was getting full of it. The crowd was important but it made a pression in all candidates… Rick’s attention was once again centred in Sarith.
“I’ll choose Areos as my art!”
The crowd got really enthusiasmed. Rick pondered about Areos. It was a really old, but efficient, combination of some kind of baton with agility and flexibility. It was perfect to Sarith. However, she would not be able to practice other technique. So, chosing the art is the most important task of all. Sarith was ready to go. For Rick’s surprise, she was teletransported. The crowd made a hude “Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!”
“Don’t worry. She is fine. As you may see, in this map…” and a huge map appeared in the air with a small dot saying “15”.
The crowd murmured. However, Rick was wondered. He loved new technology. His world had a very archaic kind of living. It was based in agriculture. But it was really developed world combining technology, forces of nature and men in a perfect union.
Dick was next. He advanced with fear. He made his way to the stage and conjured his swearing and proceeded to choose the arts.
“Strength!”
Rick was stupefied. He had never see Dick was a fighter. Rick was expecting him to choose something related to ability. Even that way, Dick could prove himself as a really strong opponent. He was quickly teletransported to the woods where the games would take place.
It was Fred Wink’s turn. He made the same process feeling very nervous. But he wasn’t as nervous as in the first day.
‘Something must have happened…’ Rick thought.
He looked at someone after choosing the art. Rick did not understand who he was staring at. Then, he gathered enough courage.
“My art will be technology.”
This decision was already expected, but not for Rick. He felt that this year the candidates would choose a huge variety of arts.
After sending Fred in the teletransportation ray, Cassey was called to the stage. The crowd got more than mad. Their own candidate would become a player in a few minutes time.
She made the swearing and was marked with her 12.
“So, as Levinita’s candidate what will be your art?”
“My father’s astral transmission”
Everyone exclaimed in surprise. Astral transmissions were deformed souls of dead people. That meant her father was dead and she would be using his astral transmission to win Tourch. ‘At least try…’ Rick thought confident. She was sent to the woods. Rick hated those woods because it was there his mother had been murdered. Still, the vegetation was too dense and it was difficult to see a thing. The trick was in sticking to the mountains.
“Number 11!”
Sloan stepped forward. But his swearing was equal: it was extremely rare to see someone giving up now. But it was possible.
“My art will be Imepes”
Imepes was another archaic art in which camouflage and the movements of a snake. That art was really difficult to defeat since the “snake spirit” was really impredictable. There were just three more candidates to go. Vince Plamait provoked discord. He chose a dragon as his art. Dragons were rare and almost anyone had the ability to control them.
“Where have you kept a dragon this long?”
“I have my sources” he replied too confident.
Dragons were immune to magic and were almost impossible to defeat. But when the time was near, he could finally bother with that.
Next, it was Matt’s turn. Rick’s enemy.
“So, 9, what will be your art?”
“Fencing” Matt said firmly.
Rick could not believe it. His enemy would be using the same art as him! That only made Matt more hated.
Rick did not pay too much attention to Sheila’s swearing. He was still disturbed with that revelation. He was glad he was a good sword fighter.
Rick only understood that Sheila chose Naturité power. Naturité was a sky power that captured in a transparent sphere the Naturité’s owner. If someone was caught by one of those globes, Sheila could kill him easily by decreasing the sphere’s size.
“Number 7!”
Rick stepped to the front.
“Rick Flaim, do you swear to fight in Tourch, be merciful and give up only in the end, or die trying to win?”
Rick paused. He could still give up…
“I do.” That came without warning.
“You are officially a Tourch player.”
The speaking tube proceeded in his speech. Rick did not hear him. His fate was changing. They marked Rick with a 7 in his left arm.
‘Ouch! That hurts!”
“So, Rick, what will you choose as your art?”
“Fencing”
The crowd made a “Ohhhhhhhhh!...”. ‘Stupid crowd…’
The speaking tube chatted again. Rick checked himself. Thynia was near him, what could get wrong?
“And this is how we say goodbye to Number Seven!” they started the teletransportation programme.
‘Finally…’
He felt a really curious feeling around his body. He could not see the crowd. Rick was surrounded by light and then by dark.

Next Chapter:
Finally, Rick is in the games. But where are the other candidates?

Author’s Note:
Then, I’ve done the 9th chapter!!! Men, it took too long. Oh well, I just hope you appreciate it.

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 8

Rick was eventually able to take off his mask and breathe normally. He was resting in his cabin when he was informed by a police that his presence was needed in the dinner. He was drown to a large room where the dinner would take place. The candidates were here with their special people: their parents and friends. However, Rick was alone. No one from his village came with him.
He stared at Cassey. Her family was surrounding her. It was difficult for her to recognise him because the clothes he was using during the ceremony were different from his casual clothes. Rick was hopeless sat in a bench near the food waiting impatiently for the dinner.
“Rick, is that you?”
Rick looked at the speaker.
“Kane?”
Kane was Rick’s cousin and his best friend when they have lived together in Rick’s village. Eventually, Kane had to move to Rituen and they hadn’t seen each other for that time.
“I don’t believe! What are you doing where?” Kane asked.
“Well, to be honest…” Rick stopped as he saw the following teen right behind Kane.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Rick, this is Dick Acrouse, my best mate.”
Rick felt betrayed. He had been replaced by a mere teen who was his enemy!
“Oh, are you Rick Flaim?” Dick asked.
Rick was full of lies.
“Yes, I am.”
Kane looked petrified.
“You mean,… Dick… You…”
“Yeah, I’m number Seven of Tourch. And Dick is one of my enemies.”
Dick smiled to Rick.
“Good luck for the tournament.”
“Thanks. You too.”
“So,…” Dick started “Wanna goin us at dinner?”
“Sure!”
They sat at the large table and started talking about everything. The dinner wasn’t as bad as Rick predicted. Dick was sympathetic after all and Kane didn’t look as pale as before and, eventually, started talking.
“So, Kane, where are you staying during Tourch?” Rick asked.
“Well, I’ve got a work to do. An 18 year old never stops. I am staying here in Levinita: it is where I can hear the report of the games and it’s where I’ll be able to perfect my work.”
Dinner passed too quickly. The said goodbye to the two friends and started his path to return to the hotel. Next day was the final day: the day when they would choose their arts.

Next Chapter:
To choose the arts. But where will the candidates confront each other?

Author’s Note:
Somehow, I managed to make this chapter. It is pretty small but Kane is a really important character and you mustn’t forget him. Please comment!

Fifteen Journey - Special Author's Note

Hi fans!
This is just a warning that I might not be able to update every day. Tests are arriving and my life is getting complicated. Let's just say that I will write when I can.
I also would like to say a big thank you to those who are reading my story every day. Marco Horácio, Fred, Saritah, Argaroth and Ricardo, Thank you very much for supporting me! I will try not to disappoint you!
Best regards and big hugs for everybody!

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 7

Rick was drawn to the middle of the huge stage. The first thing that he noticed was the huge crowd that was staring at him, waiting for his first move. He felt really embarrassed and uncomfortable. He was saved by the reporters to another bigger danger.
“And here we have Rick Flaim!”
The crowd shouted with enthusiasm.
“So, Rick, what do you expect for this tournament?”
“Well, I… I don’t think it will be easy…”
“But you’re thinking of winning it, don’t you?”
“No, I mean…”
“Seven is confident about his capacities!”
The crowd was believing in what the reporter was saying.
“So, what made you enter in this championship?”
“My friends that…”
“Heard this, people? He is here for is friends!!!”
“No, what I meant is that…”
“Nice to meet you… umm…” the reported checked his notes. “Mr. Flaim.”
Rick was stupefied. Was this the true nature of journalism?
He was then drawn to compliment the other candidates. From 6 to 1. Number 6 was indeed the sportive one that kept her I’m-better-than-you attitude. Still that way, Rick managed to get her hand and shake it.
Number 5 wasn’t new either. Rick passed through her as quickly as he could. She did not bother too much in greeting him.
Number 4 was a girl too. When will they finish? But this one had a particularity. She was a 8 year old girl! In comparison with the 17 years old Rick had, she was a miniature. Tourch accepted people from 8 to 25. Those were the rules.
“Hi, what’s your name little one?”
“I’m not little!!!” she cried as he passed through her.
“Ashley Ruffel. That’s her name.”
Rick looked at the speaking kid. He wasn’t really a kid: he was about 15 years old.
“Hi, I’m Michael.” The 15 year old said.
“Rick. Pleased to meet you.”
Michael just smiled. He then looked again at the interview to Sheila.
“Elain Dicen. Move kid.” Two said.
Rick got irritated. Only because she seemed a little older, that did not meant he could be treated as a child.
“Candidate 9: Matt Drutond.”
Rick looked at the unknown player before complimenting Number 1.
Matt looked evil. He had a really relaxed attitude, smiling at the crowd that vibrated with emotion. Matt was taking Rick’s popularity! Soon Rick started hating him.
“Back off.” Elain replied.
Rick noticed he should greet Number 1 and get out of there. But that wouldn’t be easy. One was surrounded by bodyguards that did not seem very nice.
“Leave Mr. Moan quiet, kid.” One of the bodyguards replied.
One did not seem to have noticed Rick. He felt offended. With all his strength he approached One trying to avoid the strong bodyguards.
“Good luck.”
One seemed surprised. Rick wasn’t that offended now: he had kept One’s attention. But he revealed himself as an antipathetic candidate.
“I don’t need luck”
Rick quitted. He walked to his place next to Kathelin: the sportive one. And soon Sheila got near him as well. But this time Sheila wasn’t as communicative as before.
“Candidate 10: Vince Plamait.”
Rick examined the new player. He contrasted a lot with Ashley. He had about 22 years old. He had an adult expression and seemed really confident. His interview was boring and none of the girls wanted to speak either. Number 9 passed to greet him.
“Hi, you are…”
“Rick Flaim” Rick growled.
Matt didn’t say one more word. He continued his path to try to get a smile from Kathelin’s face. Impossible task, I must say…
“Candidate 11: Sloan Kriff.”
The new candidate was small, kind of ugly but had a confident pose. He seemed shy in front of that huge crowd but tried to seem not too worried.
Rick’s observation was interrupted by Number 10.
“Vince Plamait. You?”
“Flaim, Rick Flaim.”
In that presentation, Rick though Vince was kind of bored of being in the games. He did not know why.
“Candidate 12: Cassey Lane.”
Rick gasped. The crowd shouted and whistled.
‘Cassey…’
Rick wanted to run away from there but his feet wouldn’t move. He wanted to die in that instant. Then, someone appeared.
“Hey, just give me your hand.”
Rick shouted. He had been caught in a fearless state…
“Sorry, a bee” he apologize himself. “You were saying?...”
Sloan turned away from Rick with a He-is-stupid look.
Rick was sweated till the bones. He did not paid attention to Cassey’s interview but heard the crowd’s shouts. He closed his eyes and heard her steps approaching.
Closer…
“Candidate 13: Fred Wink.”
Even closer…
“Candidate 14: Dick Acrouse.”
“Hi, I’m Cassey. Please to meet you.”
Rick did not want to open his eyes. The 16 year old female was in front of him.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, pleased to meet you too. I’m Rick Flaim.”
She stared at him.
“Do I know you?”
“Now you know…”
She srughed her shoulders and kept moving. Rick was relieved. Then he heard a crash. It was 13.
“Hey, you’re alright?” Rick asked.
“Yeah, think so…”
“Rick Flaim” Rick introduced himself as helping 13 getting up.
“Fred Wink.”
Fred had his 19 years. He looked really embaraced.
“Candidate 15: Sarith Nince.”
This was the last one. The games were almost beginning…
“Dick Acrouse” said the distant teenager.
After introducing himself, Rick observed Dick. He seemed sad of being here. He had around 16 years old and a dead attitude.
“What are you looking at?” the 15th candidate said as giggling.
“Nothing. I’m Rick.”
“I’m Sarith. Pleased to meet you.”
“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”
The girl giggled again as passing through him. Rick got back his confidence taken by Matt.
“Now, people, let’s get this ceremony over! With chosing the arts!!!”

Next Chapter:
The ceremony is over! But what to do now?

Author’s Note:
This chapter is really big. But I think it is getting interesting. Please comment!

The Haunted Tower - Chapter 1

Jeriah, Eyodar's daughter, have been kidnaped when the entire city was on fire. But why was the city burning and who have kidnaped Jeriah? Welcome to The Haunted Tower, a story of terror, where Eyodar, the main character, will have to face a lot of dangers in a very strange tower to save his daughter's life.

Chapter 1:

Chosen to die

Eyodar was watching the ocean as the wind was wispering near his hear. Although the peace of that ship, Eyothar's feelings were constantly hitting his head, as he remembered what happened that night: first, all the city burning. Then, Jeriah missing. He jumped through the broken window and began to run, but didn't find the one that got her. A drunk man of the ship's crew started to sing and distracted Eyothar, making him forget for some moments those terrible memories.
But then, they returned: the people running and crying in the streets, the houses burning and falling to the middle of his path, the feeling that he would never see Jeriah again... First, he lost his wife. Now, he lost his daughter. Without a warning, a tear apeared in his face and felt to the ocean. Eyodar felt sick and went to his little room in the ship. He tryed to sleep, but the memories of that night were still invadig him. A big piece of burning wood felt from the sky... There was no time to think... There was no time to evade it...
Eyothar woke up when the captain of the ship entered the room to tell him that it has finnaly stopped in the Ashlaam's harbour. He didn't remember when did he felt asleep, but decided to jump out of the bed so he could get out of that horrible ship as soon as possible.
He decided to go to Ashlaam beacuse when he woke up after his faint in the buring city, a group of people that were taking care of him told him that the attack was made by a group of people that wanted to give an offer to their master: a mysterious ghost that lived in the Haunted Tower, an acient tower in Ashlaam. The offer was a group of 20 foreign children, and there was a big chance that Jeriah could be a part of that group.
He finnaly left the ship and started to walk in this new city. After a while, he decided to get some rest and entered the first good hotel he saw. Before going to his room, he decided to eat something, so he went to the hotel's bar. There, he heard a conversation:
'The Souldemons attacked another city, again.'
'Yes, I've already heard of that: they left the burning city with 20 children to offer to lord Worroc. Most part of it's population died, and the other will never see their children again! Poor guys!'
Eyodar's heart bumped faster, as he realised that what he heard could easily be true. His daughter was in a mysterious tower and was going to die so the ghost Worroc could have his offer.

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 6

“Rick Flaim”
“Where is your ID card?”
“Right here” Rick said pulling to the officer the identification and sword of his village.
“Ok, you can proceed now. Room 7”
Rick headed straight to room 7. His own number. There, he found a mask that we had to wear that night during the presentation. He still checked the room due to his curiosity.
He fell into a chair. He was too tired. When the sleep had almost won, Rick heard a knock on the door.
“Mr. Flaim, you’ll be called in about 10 minutes to the presentation.” A security officer declared “Need anything?”
Rick denied. Ten minutes. He was really nervous. After the moment which he would arrive at the stage, his life would certainly change. Maybe he could still get back…
“What am I thinking? I can’t give up now!”
If he could, he would be at home, doing the family’s shores. He remembered the day that put him in Tourch. It was his friends fault… if he hadn’t got drunk…
“Mr. Flaim, you now have 5 minutes to get on stage.”
Rick got up and got out of his cabin. He was shaking, not from cold, but from fear. Opening the cabin’s door, Rick saw someone passing by him. It was a girl.
“Hey, are you a candidate?” Rick asked.
She looked at him through her mask and continued her path.
This female had a very chilled attitude. Her hair was divided in two and her nose was small and heightened. She was dressed in a sportsmanlike.
Rick followed her. They eventually got in a room where another female was sat in the dark corner of the room. Her face could not be seen.
Rick waited a bit. After some seconds, the speaking tube voice was raised up again.
“Candidate number Five: Annya Kynia.”
The girl sat in the corner got up. Rick finally got to see her face.
She was surrounded by dark. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark heart. Her clothes escaped the rules, but that could not take the fear Rick felt for her. She headed straight to the stairs that headed to the stage without looking at the two occupants of the room.
Rick looked at the sportive one. She was shaking with fear.
“You’re alright?”
“Of course I’m alright! I do not need your compassion!” she replied.
Rick didn’t insist more. He just got back to his thoughts again. But he couldn’t think more. He was interrupted by the common host of Tourch.
“Candidate number Six: Kathelin Sumora.”
The sportive woke up. She let her fear get out of her body and entered the stage.
Now Rick was alone. But not any more.
“Is this where were supposed to wait?” a masked face appeared in front of Rick.
This girl was attractive. Men, he was the hottest girl he had ever seen! No more words to describe her are needed.
“Yeah, come on in.”
“Hey, I’m Sheila. What’s your name?”
“Rick. Pleased to meet you.”
“Me too!”
They talked about everything and a lot more. She was nice, attractive, what more does a boy needs?
All that paradise was interrupted by the speaking tube.
“Candidate Seven: Rick Flaim.”
“Ok, got to go now…”
“Good luck!” she said.
His thoughts about this new relationship did not last too much. He was dazzled by a glowing light.

Next Chapter: Rick is officially a Tourch player. But there’s a lot more to know about other characters…

Author’s Note:
This was the beginning of the introduction of the characters…Hope you like it! But there are still 10 more characters to know. Oh well, There’ll be soon a surprise for you people! Hihihi…

The Haunted Tower - Introduction

Here it is: my first real story: The Haunted Tower!
This is one of my "bestsellers": I've wrote when I was 12 (I used to write a lot at that age), and re-wrote it 2 years later, for a school homework (when I was reading my old stories, I found it and kind of liked it's style, deciding to "remake" it). When I wrote it again, I've upgraded some details, so the writing wouldn't be so childlike and the story could be longer than a simple A4 page.
Finnaly, when I was thinking in one of my best stories to post here, I remembered it (because it's not the first time I will re-write it).
Because another couple of years have gone since the last "remake", I won't simply pass it to english, but also reformulate a lot of details, write a bigger story, change the existing characters, add some others to the action and try to create a more convicing world and general athmosphere.
I've already noticed that my best friend in those "writing to The Fifteen Journey hours" is going to be my little portuguese-english dictionary, as I had to use it sometimes in this small introduction (imagine how will it be when I'll be writting the story itself). Although this "little" help, I'm sure I'll keep doing a lot of mistakes, even because this text editor doesn't detect grammar errors, so you may have some fun while reading my lines. Enjoy as long as you can (the idea is to clear all our errors).
Because I wrote a big introduction, I think is better to write the first chapter later... Now, I'll only write the first paragraph, to make some curiosity in the air (yes, I'm evil)!

Eyodar woke up and suddently understood what was happening: the entire city was on fire! As fast as he could, he dressed up and left his bedroom with his sword, Aeridya. The first thing he thought was in going to his daughter's bedroom: Jeriah could be in danger! He screamed, as he forced the door to open. But when he got inside the room, she wasn't there. A terrible feeling invaded Eyodar's heart when he saw the window's glass arround the floor: someone kidnaped Jeriah!

Underground- Chapter 3

This chapter is dedicated to new and old friends of mine:Stick around, never leave , and if I act in a selfish and stupid way, you can slap me in face!(Just don't push it, people make mistakes!) :)

In this particular Chapter Elise makes her first friend, Brian.Nothing much happens, but I think it turned out pretty good.
Anyway, the real action will be back in Chapter 4.Stay tunned!


Underground
- Chapter 3 - Welcome to my heart, friend

Elise was stunned by the cruelty of the Dark Lord, yet intrigued.
“You mean, I could get whatever I wanted if I joined your side?”
“My side?” Merthus laughed “Little girl, this is not as simple as The Star Wars!”
Elise felt insulted and confused, while the creature continued to laugh even harder.
Then, he stopped and his face turned obscure and showed fright. It seamed something was there, something far more greater than him-self.”Yes, My Lord…” Merthus whispered with a bow “the matter has just been taken care of”.
Elise quickly turned willing to face whoever Merthus was talking to. But there was no nothing there, but a glowing red light… it had such strong and powerful force.
Elise felt numb and weak, before that “thing”…it was sucking her soul and draining all her life away. She could swear she was dying, when she hit the cold, hard floor and heard a painful scream… of a woman.

Elise opened her eyes, feeling tired and puzzled. Was it all a dream? It looked so real.
She got up, sitting on the thin grass, and looked at her surroundings. She was at the school’s front yard, and there was a boy staring at her from the football field. He had a warm smile on his face. Was that the soccer team captain, Brian? Yes, and he was coming towards her.
Elise got nervous, and started whipping the grass all over her body and taking the small leaves of her head.

“Hi! Need a hand?” he asked kindly, while approaching.
Elise blushed and nodded. Her heart pumped faster than ever, yet the Merthus wasn’t there.“How strange” she thought to herself while getting up.
“Wait! Let me help” he said, placing his hands in hers “You look kind of confused…what were you doing here at this time anyway?”
Elise placed her hand on her forehead.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, looking at a bump in her head “Did you just hit something?”
“The fall” she thought “ It was real after all…but she couldn’t tell him what really happened…he’d think she was insane. No one else could see the two creatures…” “ I think I accidentally hit this…humm.. Tree! I didn’t really notice it!” she explained.
“You can’t be serious!!” he said, laughing “What kind of a person doesn’t see a tree this big?”
Elise looked up at the Wholly Tree. He was right; her excuse was even more ridiculous than the actual truth. That tree was as big as a lorry!
“Well, I suppose I am” she agreed, sadly “I got to go now, before my parents call 911 and ground me for life!”
“You can’t go home YET! Come on, lets go to the school’s nursery!” he yelled, laughing again.

Maybe the school wasn’t that bad after all. Elise had met someone nice and comforting, who didn’t think she was crazy or dull…in fact, she had just met her first friend.

The Old Hotel

Hi there, sweet fans! Yes, Ricardo is back!
As I've promised, I'm going to write my first story: this is a story me and two other friends (no one of this blog) wrote as a class work at the British Council. The writing might look a bit strange, because in each sentence we had to use a random time adverb (and some of them were a bit difficult to use in the context of the story). So here it goes:

The Old Hotel

If you asked some tourists arround the hotel, they would never guess what was inside it.
When Pikks arrived, he couldn't imagine how his night would be like. He had been doing a long journey and he needed a place to rest and pass the night.
While he was preparing to sleep he heard a woman crying. He was opening the door to see what it was just as he had a quick vision of a ghost. His face changed the color and it was as white as the snow.
The ghost cryed again and touched Pikks, killing him, but conserving his soul so it couldn't feel alone anymore.

Underground -Meet Elise!

Name: Elise Marie ( incomplete)
Age: 15
Location:Often at School/Home, Dark world and Bedroom!(lol)
Food: Cotton Candy
Drink: Sven ( soda)
Color: Grey ( Neutral)
Best Friend: Brian ( chapter 3) , others( soon you'll find out)
Blood type: A
Brothers/sisters: None
Season: Winter
Holiday: Easter
Personality: "crazy", wise, important( main character, duh!) strong, simpathetic and sensitive
(at this moment)
Hobbies: Playing piano, choosing her path...(etc)

Here 's some info about the character!The rest of the stuf you'll have to find out yourself! :)
Drawing made by me ( Saritah).

Underground -Chapter 2

It's finally here!
I know it's been over, hummm almost a week (eheh) but well, it's donne!
I'm sorry if it's not as good as th first one.Well in this chapter I'll reveal the Dark Side of Elise. It turned out nice and all, but feel free to leave your opinion , by commenting!It would mean sooo much to me! :)

Well, enough talk!Have fun!
Saritah

***
Underground
-Chapter 2- The arrival of Darkness


Three o’clock. In less than an hour, the day would finally be over. Elise would be free to walk home alone, and do her house chores. How…exciting? No, it was plain dull; just like her-self.
She knew she was different from the other children. While the others played happily in their front gardens with their pets and friends, Elise stayed home admiring from far, what a happy childhood was like. It wasn’t her parents fault thought; this was her own struggle to find, inner peace and to live a normal life. For you see, Elise carried this “burden“ since she was a young child, and never managed to decide which path to take. Until now…

“Well, class that’s about it! So, remember to study for your test next week, and have a very nice weekend!” Miss Cumpleton said packing her books and worksheets. The whole class stood up, marched towards the lobby at the sound of the “screaming” school bell and left the building, while Elise stayed there, staring at the window; how she wished she had that many friends and a pretty boyfriend. She closed her eyes, and screamed.

A scream like no other: filled with anger, fear, jealousy, stress and horror .All those feelings trapped inside were released… in the worst way possible. Elise raised her hands to her face, sighed and finally, cried. Between sobs, she heard laughter. Slowly she lifted her head, held her breath and opened her eyes. Darkness and emptiness surrounded her. She could hear her own breath and heart beat…as if time stopped for a moment. A figure was taking from in the pure darkness of the horizon. Elise was now trembling from fear, as if there was something there that could…end her life, right there and then.

“You must be the Neu…” said the figure fully formed, with a bow and a smile on his face .He was handsome, warm and had dark wings. His hair was white as the moonlight, his eyes sparkled like red emeralds and his skin was pale and soft.
“Another creature” Elise murmured “You must be…the dark part of me”
“Why yes…I presume Alora has told you about me. Did she mention my name?” Elise looked away from his controlling eyes and whispered a brief “no”. She felt her eyes burn from pain and fear, she was about to cry again, when the dark angel placed his hand under her chin, and lifted her head:
“You’re not afraid of me are you?” He asked with a grin on his face “I’m just here to help…but if you want, you can run back to Alora…after hearing my offer”.
Elise bit her lip and left out a sob. Why was this happening to her?
“First, let me introduce myself” he began, sitting in a chair that had just appeared in the middle of the “room” - “My name is Merthus. I’m one of the Gate Guardians. My job, here is too show you to best away of accomplishing what you want…”
The poor girl remained quiet except now she was carefully listening.
“Even if that means, stepping over someone…”


* TO BE CONTINUED *

Fifteen Journey - Chapter 5

The dance wasn’t as enliven as thought. The last article arrived as a bomb. Everyone murmured as the professional voice echoed through the city. Some of them still not believe and others protested. This was a very difficult situation.
Magic was at this time of history, regarded as a violent act to people. The candidates that chosen magic as their art, would probably be those who could win Tourch. Rick was conscious about this fact but he wasn’t the kind of people who would give up only because of such a minor problem.
It was tradition to make a dance before introducing the candidates but this year the dance was dead. Rick tried to forget his problems dancing with local females who asked him for, but that really did not cheer him up. He was worried about the future, the stories that parents usually tell little children to make them eat their vegetables. Some of them were about magic and how people got obsessed in getting and having that strange art. The magic’s adverseness remoted to past events that killed many people. Therefore, magic was banned and forbidden for Rick’s country.
“Wanna dance?”
“Oh, ok…”
And he went for another dance. This time it was a dance in a large group where females changed their partners as the dance continued. And he danced. And really forgot about his present problems. Until he saw his new partner. Cassey…
“Meet again, hum?...”
“Yeah, think so…” Rick replied.
“Why have you run away from me?”
“Nothing…You’ll find out sooner or later…”
“At least let me know your name!...”
“Rick…”
“Ok, Rick, try to be as fool as you can but I want to know why you’ve run away today!”
They were dancing while changing words. And their dance was getting intense and quicker.
“You have nothing to do with my business.”
More velocity.
“Yes, I have.”
More passion.
And they do not follow the dance rules. They were just arguing with each other: who ever won the dance, won the discussion.
“Please, I would like to have the candidates in stage.”
“I’m late!” the two of them replied stopping the fighting. They turned in different directions, only to see each other again some minutes later…

Next Chapter:
Now then, time to now the characters. But there are few that are unpredictable. Or are Rick the most unpredictable character of all???

Authors note:
I’m really sorry. So I made this chapter in about 30 minutes only for you to go on as quickly as I can with the story. I am spending this holiday making new chapters because next week I’m really busy with tests and stuff to do. This was short but is the ending of the boring part!

Really SORRY!!!! And for you too, Marco Horácio...

Fredy, Saritah and you Ricardo too, please don't be mad at me. The reason why I did not introduced the special caracters is about merchandizing like people will not stop reading the story until I update. I promise you the characters you're wainting for will all appear in the 6th chapter. And I am really sorry I could not do what I've promised!!! =(
A special paragraph to Marco Horácio, I am really loving your comments (please continue!!!) and this thing of romance will stop a bit. I am getting annoyed at all this romance...
Please make your presence in this blog with your powerful comments!!!
Best regards,
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