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01/06/08: Ama is finally at home ! Her petpage is almost completed. I still need more adopts and art of her. Roleplay and friends are always appreciated. I love you all !
01/05/08: Got Amanuet x3. Only wait for the transfert ! I also just added more fanart and adopts of her ^^.
24/03/08: Deadline today ! Finished to translate the story (I cutted a lot of it while translating... It is almost 25% less long (and boring))and fixed some random little things on the page.
24/03/08: The day before the deadline ! Finished page one, corrected the problems with the accents and the Word "...", fixed the scrollbar, now, it is of the right color ! I also translated a good part of the story, added the Award that I just won, added two sections (One for the recevied awards and the other for customs that I can't fit in the story). Also added few customs...
20/03/08: Now, we can officialy says that this box is overnegelected XD. Right now, the story is almostt entirely translated, and I'm writting more. Currently, Ama's art gallery has 12 different art piece from me (if we include the reference sheet), and something like more than... 24 customs adoptables and makeables, ans people still owe me ! This means that Ama has lot of customs AND... that I trade adopts like a crazy. I still CAN'T find the right music, so, this means that for now, listen to your own music while reading this page ^^.
31/01/08: Lol XD. I forget to update this thing ! -poke update box-... So, since one month, I wrote more Ama's story, I added many customs, that I spreaded throught the page, and I even had more fanart ! I also changed the titles for the headers, and all the sections are supposed to be here. I just need to complete and translate. The adoptable set is techniacally complete, but I still need to add Pirate and Split ones, that I completely forget XD.
22/12/07: Added 1 custom adoptable, and two pieces of art of Ama.
17/12/07: Fixed many things. Add many custom adoptables, and one fanart. Added one chapter in french.
14/12/07: Functional navigation and headers, text of the family section, 1 makeable, 1 custom adoptable, more CSS for the style, Link out, Fixed font colors.
10/12/07: An other big chapter in french, Patchs to other pages, 1 custom adoptable and 1 piece of art of Ama and Marie.
9/12/07: Images for family secttion, About me and Like/Dislikes.
8/12/07: Counter, Layout, Adoptables, Reference sheet, 3 pictures by me, 2 custom adoptables of Amanuet and basic idea for the story + 1 chapter (french version) are ready !
7/12/07: Decided to apply. Hours in front of my computer for find the right colors/marking on the desing.
VOTE FOR RNEI
Why can't they understand the way we feel
When destiny calls you
They just don't trust what they can't explain
I know we're different but, deep inside us
We're not that different at all
You must be strong
I may not be with you
But you've got to hold on
They'll see in time
I know
We'll show them together...
I don't know when this began.
A long time ago?
I don't know.
I never knew...
I remember this place. Empty, dark and creepy. Sometimes, I heard faint voices outside. Sometimes laughter fused, of another time, it was a howl of joy. I felt a merry atmosphere, where the air had the odour of a turkey scent mixed with the soft emanations of a spice cake.
The beings outside appeared happy, and were unaware of my torment, locked up in this cage of paper, preventing me from making any movement.
I was captive of my own body.
Suddenly, I felt the box in which I was imprisoned raised in the air, to be then shaken without delicacy, making tinkle the bell hung around my neck, thanks to a satin ribbon. I heard an overshrill scream. Then, it was the light.
I was blinded during a short moment, then, I saw those who are surrounding me. A girl with long gilded loops firmly held me in her hands, while making me whirl to show me with all her family. Suddenly, the other children precipitated towards me, and they tried to tear off me from the yoke of the girl. I felt my seams were about to crack and I almost believed that my members were going to scatter through the piece. Finally, a fine adult put a end at my martyrdom by screaming after the invaders who wanted to take me away from the small blonde. All released their catch, and they turned over to be baited on coloured packages, similar to that in which I was locked in.
In the long hours that followed, I had to remain imprisoned wisely in the arms of my torturer, to look at the other children tearing off with eagerness the tissue paper which surrounded the other boxes, from which left wood headstocks, cuddly toys like me, dresses, wooden toys, and even, a small rocking horse. In front of my eyes, I saw ravelling true small treasures, whose majority went away in a corner of the place, to be forgotten there. I would like to cry because of these tyrants who do not see their chance to have such things, and to be able to move, breathe, taste. Only my eyes of glass prevent me from crying all the tears of my body. As I would like to have their chance. To be alive...
Not only a simple toy
This evening, when my young "Master" went to sleep, she launched me in a corner of her room without care, like she did for all her other gifts. She climbed on her bed, and she opened its window, in spite of the icy cold of December which reigned outside. A such phantom in its dress of sleepless night , she opened large her arms and let the wind blow in her long hair color of sun, her dress flying behind her, forming a translucent trail. Her father suddenly entered in her room. When he saw the opened window, he returned in a terrifying rage. He closed with lot of shutters, and pushed the girl on her bed. He sermonized her a long time, like what it was too cold, that she could have fallen. When he left, his daughter was shaken by heavy sobs. I was feeling useless in front of this poor wretch spectacle. I wanted so badly to comfort her. I putted all my will to try to move, but nothing made there. I was only a toy... Right after, the girl left her bed, and took to me delicately in its hands. She went to sit down against a wall, she fixed herself between several cushions, and she started to speak to me. She told me that her father was too much severe, that he did not let her be like she wants. She tells me all her misfortunes, her sorrows. Her soft tears ran on my muzzle. I was feeling very strange. My legs lengthened, my wings multiplied their size, and the wool which was used to me as mane was refined to form a soft fur. Most astonishing was when, under my chest, formerly empty, a heart was now beating. Each beat gave me force, strength. I felt... alive. My new friend, astonished, looked at me curiously. She started to appear frightened by this transformation. It is in desperate hope that I opened my mouth for speak to her. By an unexpected miracle, words of comfort ran out. All gently, she was calmed, and she returned on her bed. I followed it in two beats of wings. She lengthened, and, to comfort her, I lay down in the hollow of his arms. We fell asleep thus, coiled together. In the early morning, when the first rays of the sun rose, I felt my life lately excise to escape from my body, as suddenly as it had appeared there. I experienced lot of disappointment when I returned to my body of rag, which I had believed to have lost. It is with same disappointment that my Master looked at me when she woke up. But its with a half smile that she whispered to me in my ear:
I know that I didn't dreamed...
Several months passed like that. The night, I became dragon, and in the morning, I became again cuddly toy. At each evening, Marie (it is the name of Master) and me speaked together. A good morning, the first day of summer, she decided that she will take me along in a special place. She deposited me in a basket, with a delicious meal. She warned her mother that she was going outside, and she precipitated in the crammed streets. As time passed, the ambient hubbub of the merchants, the cars and the passers grew blurred, for leaving place that at only the noise of the small shoes of Marie which hammered the gravel way . A few moments later, she was immobilized, and she finally took me in her arms. Finally, I was able to examine the splendid bathed sun landscape which was spreading under our feet. Everywhere, they were only green meadows, covered with long grasses, undulating under the crazy wind. Large geese frequently passed in the sky of a blue azure, decorated of white clouds. Finally, we arrived on a small hill, where was standing a solitary tree. In it branches, a solitary swing were hung. Marie ran on the headland, and once at the top, she putted the basket of provisions to the foot of the centenary tree, and sat down on the swing. Delicately, she withdrew me from her arms, and putted me on her knees. The girl started to balance herself slowly.
Wait. He will not be long. He will arrive soon. He promised it to me...
Suddently, a young boy of the age of my master appeared. Marie appeared very excited, and she jumped to him , letting me choir on the ground. Realizing that she had just thrown her best friend on the ground, she put me on her shoulders. Curious, the boy looked at Marie with eyes full with questions. Without waiting, Marie explained my marvellous capacities to him. Against any waiting, he believed her, and he took me in his arms. I really don't like to be taken by someone else that Marie, but this child inspired a feeling of confidence to me. If Marie revealed our secret to him, it is that he is surely good! Finally, Marie realized that I did not know anything of this strange child only clothed of some torn clothes, sign of an extreme poverty.
You know, this boy is called Antoine. It is my most faithful friend, except you. It is a poor orphan who lives in the streets...
With these words, the radiating face of Antoine darkened, but he tried to hide its sorrow.
Marie and I are friends since a ong time. I met her when she was crying outside. I went to comfort it, like what you did. We continued to see us, here, in my house...
What he called his house. It was this solitary oak? It appeared so proud of this place. I will never dare to break his small world by saying that it was only a tree, opened to the rains and the storms, which did not offer any comfort. But this field was for him, more valuable than all the gold of the world... Seeing her famished friend, Marie left for taking her basket, and she gave food to Antoine , and they eated it together, in the shelter in the branches.
Marie... I think of it... What is the name of your dragon?
Marie had just realized that I don't have a name. I have just noticed it. I never believed that that was obligatory for me, that it would be useful one day. Marie began to think
My parents already went on a journey in Egypt. They brought back a book containing many meanings of many Egyptians words for me. I read many names there, and I believe that one would be appropriate you...
Hung at her lips, Antoine and me disfigured intensely, on standby this famous name, which I will carry for eternity, that under which I will be known.
Amanuet.
That means "The Hidden One" in Egyptian. It would be appropriate to you perfectly, because your shape of dragon is unknown when have looks at you. It is hidden inside you. It is, in your subconscious, which allows you to hear us, and to understand us. It returns only the night, with the moonlight, to show us your true face...
The name, now resounded in my head.
Amanuet... Amanuet... Amanuet...
Whenever what I was doing, these words did not want to escape from my memory...
Obsessing, insistent, even, its syllables did not leave me.
I will have to now live with...
The rest of the day, Antoine and Marie played together, while leaving me on the swing, to be made rock by the wind. I liked the peace of this landscape. Calm. That long grasses undulating under the breeze, the remote laughter of the children, the sun falling at the horizon...
The falling sun?
In a millisecond, I realized that my metamorphosis was going to occur, and that nothing was going to prevent it. It is necessary that I turn over to Marie, now, before another mortal sees me. I tried to move, to howl. Nothing made there. Marie could not hear me. Useless, I saw the solar disc being erased at the rhythm of the invaluable seconds. When the last sunbeam disappeared behind the mountains, I felt my body to twist under the invisible pressure. I tried to fight against nature, to resist of all my forces. Nothing made there. My bones lengthened, the muscles replaced the cotton and thick leather covered the fine skin of fabric. It was too late.
Thrown into a panic, I took my fly towards Marie, who always unconscious of the drama which had just occurred, continued to run with Antoine. Abruptly, I landed on her back by brutally pushing her on the ground. The girl left finally realised what happened. The horror crossed her blue eyes.
What did I did?
Antoine helped has to raise Marie, who was still under the shock.
What can we do? I cannot return at my house alone... I would be likely be attacked, if you are not with me. On the other hand, you cannot come with me, people will be afraid. I cannot remain either here, if I do my parents will be worried...
Desesperate tears ran on her cheeks. Without waiting, I took my decision.
Marie, I come with you. I will fly high in the sky. I will be able to follow you, defend you, even, with the need. But, I request something from you. Please, please... Do not go there alone.
I saw in Marie's eyes that she really don't want me to come with her, but she didn't have the choice... Imust come with her. Without any more waiting,, Marie hugged Antoine, and she started to run. I took my flight and I followed her really hight in the sky. My whole body was in an alert state. I wasn't really used to really long flights like this one... All mymembers wanted to stop. Pain began to be more intense. It come to the head... Become stronger and each heart beat... But I have a friend that I must protect: I can't left her now. I must resist... The coldness of summer nights started to slow me. At the altitude I was, I can't ignore it. I was seeing my hot breath morphing into a think little cloud... I felt that my wings became weaker than ever... On the ground, Marie was still running. I felt that I was going to fall. I wanted to stop this, let me fall on the ground, and forget everything. Never feel the pain of the cold, or the fear... This also means that I can't taste freedom again...
I don't really remember what happened after. I knew that I fell. I screamed. A deseperate scream. Marie heard me and ran in my direction. She caught me... But we both fall many meters away, because of the impact. When I saw her with her face and her knees covered with blood, I smiled one last time, and I fell in a deep sleep, where no-onw will come disturb me.
I was floating. Pastel color clouds were surrounding me. Stars, Moon and sun. All this at the same time...
I was feeling really lifeless. I had the impression that I could fly without moving my wings, see colors whirls around me when I closed my eyes. The best in all that was the silence. Any sound. Even not my laborious breathing. Only the quiet melody of the silence. I wasn't worried of anything. Any regrets. Only the peace... Hours ? Days ? Weeks ? I don't know how much time I stayed here. The time is forgotten here. Suddently, I felt like if someone were trying to pull me off of my little world. The fantastic sky was now remplaced by the vision of Marie. I was in her room... I approached her, and I saw that she was extremely sick. Her skin was extremely hot and pale... Her whole body were shaked by some spasms ... When I touched her, I almost thought that I just putted my paw in a faint fire. This thing wasn't the Marie I ever knew...
It was an half-dead kid...
I was really worried. It still have many hours before the dawn, and Marie will not be able to survive that long if I do nothing ! I tried to stand on my four legs, but I was really weak. I jumped on the ground, and I crashed with horrible sounds, hurting my broken left leg even more. I heard movements on the room of Marie's parents... Maybe they heard me ? I ran immediatly under the closet. I used this time to evaluate how much damage my vertiiginous fall did to my body.
The tip of my tail was broken in a wierd angle. One of my wing was torn at many places. My left leg was broken, and I had lot of little injuries, like a big slash on my neck, or the missing part of one of my ears. An enormous quantity of dark liquid were running out of my body... Suddently, I heard some words on the next room : Mari's dad decided to come see whats happening. I heard his heavy steps going into Marie's room. When he saw her in this poor state, he screamed and whnt awake his wife. They called the doctor, and they tried to keep my best friend alive. Almost the whole house were now into Marie's room. And me, I was lying here, useless, waiting for a miracle to happens, and hope that these people can do something....
The time is stretch so easily here, under the closet. The only thing I can do is to watch the feet in front of me, and wait to see if Marie will be better. I'm also worrying about my own state. The pain started to grow inside me. I feel like each heart beat hurts, each move cost an unimaginable effort and every time I breathe, I see my life moving in front of my eyes. I don't know why it started to be like that. When the injuries were young, I was feeling nothing. Now, I start to believe that I will never see the sun again...
The open injuries are now covered with more blood than before. At first, I don't knew it was that : only with the smell, a deathly, metallic odour, allowed me to recognize the dark liquid. The blood started to fall on the ground. One tear at time. Slowly, a little lake started to be formed. A big part of this creepy sea went trough the floor, but the other spread slowly, even outside of the closet. The thing that I was afraid of happened���¢... A woman, Marie's mother, putted her foot in the blood lake and fell. When she wanted to return on her feet, she noticed that her dress was completely red. It's now that she realised that she was sitting in blood. She screamed, and she ran away. Marie's father, intrigued, looked at the ground, and saw what have made his wife screaming. He looked under the closet, and it's now that he saw me. His eyes showed a perfect mix of horror and curiosity. Without any forces, the only thing I was able to do is to look into his deep brown eyes, and wait...
Slowly, the man stretched his arm, and grabs my tail. He pulled me out of there, and lifted me. He looked at me again straight in my eyes, and with a rage scream, he throw me outside. I heard him screaming Why ? What...Did.. you did to Marie ?. In my fall, I tried to spread my wings; I wanted to grab something for slowing me. I didn't want to crash on the rock ground. Not again. This time, I will surely not survive... But maybe, it will be a good thing if I die? Marie will not have problems anymore, and I will finally be free... So, it is with this mind that I closed my eyes and hoped that when they will find my lifeless body, they will not ask themselves too much questions about my strange appearance.
Strangely, when I woke up, I wasn't or the street. Maybe I'm really died? But where I am? This doesn't look like the Heavens, and less the Hell. I took a look around me. I was surrounded by an infinite sky of a deep dark blue, counselled by an incredible amount of stars. Each of them were shining with a rare intensity, that I've never saw before in the sky of Paris. Sometimes, some of them fall from their place in a vertiginous ballet of sparkles. Dancing unknown lights of pastel tones sometimes illuminate the place of their magnificent beauty. Shiny clouds where scattered around the sky. I discovered that I was lying on one of them. With an immense surprise, I saw that all my wounds were healed, and my body was in a perfect state. Suddenly, I heard a soft voice calling me by my name. I searched around me, but I found nothing. It was like if it was coming out from no-were. When I lifted my eyes again, I saw the clouds moving. They glued together, melt in each other, for forming only one. In this strange formation, a dragon came out. Well... It was cloud who took the form of a magic creature. The skin of this thing was constantly moving, and it edges were blurred. In it fade hands; it was holding a big blue orb. The thing smiled, and started to speak.
Amanuet... Its not the time for you to die...
What? How... do you know my name ?
I know everything, Ama. Everything.
What are you ? Who are you !
Its not the time for you to know yet. You still have things to do... You will revive in a perfect state near Antoine oak. This time, you will stay with him... Marie will come back see you, don't worry about that... For now, try to find the path of life all by yourself...
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Name: Amanuet Gender: Female Age: Unknown Specie: Draik Paint: Plushie Owner: Kari Petpet: Nerra |
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Marie Antoine Being Free |
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Nerra isn't really a petpet. She is more... a friend who can't speak. We are both independent of each other. I don't need her at my side all day long like the other petpets of Neopia. I often go see her, the night, at Notre-Dame. She loves to hides inside the gargoyles... And I really appreciate this. We often spent our nights together watching the sky. She looks a bit like me, after all... But Nerra left with her family at the autumn and only return, late, in the spring, like all the other Karrens (her specie). She is different from Marie, but I really like her, in a different way than I do with my Master...
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Rickuna is a cousin who lives far away in Japan. She is a guinea-pig for Geisha apprentices; they brush her hair and put makeup on her all day long. Its how the apprentices learn how to use these complex technics . I'm really jealous. Her life is so easy... |
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Anvoid is an Island gelert. She lives far away from here, on a lost Island. All what I know of her, is the fact that she is a healer. I really want to know more... |
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This monster from the god's domain is really scary. I heard of her from the Greek merchants, who said that when this thing was singing, young men are attired by her, and go into her cavern... We never see them back. They say that if one human is enough unlucky for looking into her eyes, she will be a stone statue for the eternity... |
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This little boy didn't speak with me the first time a saw him. He prefers to hide in a dark place and be alone. But he is extremely nice and gentle, and he will take anyone under his roof. I'm curious to know why he is so lonely... |
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Vol is a mythical creature. He lives far away, in the volcanoes, to the north. I thing he had a special role here, so, it's why he have this fire mane. Even if he have an excessive temperament, he remains very sympatic when he is not angy. |
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I have read about this creature in one of the books of Marie's library. It said that this beast was attacking everything that was moving; eat everything that pass in front of him... It's quite terrifying! |
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Being a banned princess, Jhayi don't have a normal life. She dreams of the day she'll be able to destroy the monarchy of her family and to make a better world. She has big dreams. But the determination in her eyes shows that she's ready to anything, even give up on her own life... |
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Poor Yirfig is held in a silver mine, used a a simple beast at the profits of the men who own this cave. One of the urban legend says that putting silver on this specie of eyrie make them stronger, and even more calm. Grii knows its totally false, but she plays the game in hope of escaping... |
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Marie is my mother. My friend. My confidante. All this in the same time. I beleve in her, she puts my trust in me. I love her. She need more than what she currently have... Beware to the one who will hurt her. |
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I meet Kazzi in a trip in Egypt. Marie and I have been separated, so, I went live at Kazzika's house for a week. We have lived together some of the most beautiful moments of our lives. She taught me a lot of thing about the stars, and she showed me many miracles... |
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I meet Ariene, one night, inside Notre-Dame cathedral. I discovered that I wasn't the only dragon in Paris... And I also saw that even if she was different, she still a nice person to meet. After what she said, I can remember that she was an "Anthropologist", someone who studies humans... |
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Yup... Here, I put all the archives of all my roleplays... If you're interested for roleplaying with me, just read Ama's story and neomail Karikinet...
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| . Chapter One : The Mirror of our Heart . |
I was rocked by the sound of the waves, and the soft movement of the wind, comfortably in the arms of Marie. Finally we had arrived in Egypt! The spent in the boat was painful, but this really was worth the pain. My friend was to accompany her parents to a conference, and she took me along with her. We were benefiting from the only moment of freedom which had been offered to us, because the poor child was to remain at the hotel with one controlling manager for the duration of her voyage. We benefited from this marvellous opportunity to lay down in the sun befor saying our good-byes. We were to find eachother in one week, when we were set out back home... Of an attentive gesture, Marie put me on the ground so that I could carry out my quiet transformation. She deposited me a kiss on the face, and then promised to me that she would return to see me before the end of the tour. She left then to race towards the very close city, where the tour awaited her pressence. Now, I will have to manage on my own. At this point in time I am left with only my solitary steps towards the infinite dunes the desert in front of me.
Kazzi watched carefully as the little girl left the beach skipping along bck to the town. It puzzled Kazzi as to why the little girl left her plushie sitting alone on the beach and then promised it that she would return within a weeks time. Yet as Kazzi pondered this odd situation she noticed that the plushie was growing and exchanging it's fluff and stiches for the scales and claws of a dragon. A slight pop exhoed through the air and Kazzi ducked lower behind her sandy shield and realized that she has made the pop when her mouth dropped open in surprise. She was stuck between the instinct to flee and the overpowering suriosity to see what this creature was. She chanced one quick peek over the sand dune and found herself looking streight into the eyes of the creature that sat on the beach at perfect ease..
When I turned my head, I saw another head disappearing behind the dunes behind me. A mirage? No, its impossible...I had only just arrived. Not being able to resist the curiosity, I took flight, and I approached gently towards where the "illusion" was. When I flew over it, I saw that it was indeed real, in fact a she by the looks of things. She was looking really curiouse and on her guard for anythng and everyhting...Did she see my transformation? Fear seized my heart, and without wasting time, I made a long dive towards her. I landed in a small swirl of sand behind her...
As her heart thumped in her chest Kazzi slunk back down the sand dune...the creature had seen her and now everytihng was invalid. Would it find out?...What was it like?...But most of all the question as to why it was here seezed her. A sudden whip of wind pushed the sand up behind Kazzi and a slow and hesitant breath escaped her lungs...The creature was behind her, and she had no idea what to do about it. Kazzi calmed herself and turned around offering the creature before her a small nod of the head and a hesitant "Hello".
The creature spoke to me! Curiously, we both speak the same language. I answered her politely, like Marie had taught me. "Hello. My name is Amanuet, and I come from France. I came here because my mistress must come with her parents for a trip in this country. And you... who are you?" But curiosity overtook me so much that I forgot the rules of courtesy, and even before she could answer me, I launched the question that was burning my lips "Why do you look so frightened?"
Kazzi took a deept breath as she realized the draik before her ment no harm...she was just, well, different..."My name is Kazzika or Kazzi for short and I live along these shores of the sea and for the longest time I have not seen any besides the humans...and when I finally see another of recognision, well...you turn out to be a plushie at one point and then a draik the next. I just didn't know what to make of it..." Kazzi cuts herself short before she can say all that she wanted to, there were questions best left to be answered in time.
So, she really saw my metamorphose? She knows my secret... I tried to look at Kazzika in the eyes, but my cheeks burned of shame, and I could not support her glance for longer then a second. I returned dreaming by fixing the silver sand under the moonbeams. I had the impression I was to be betrayed...Being unaware of this underhand pain, and taking my courage with two hands, I tried to explain my history to her. "You know, Kazzi...I don't know exactly what happens to me. Since my first breath, I was a simple cuddly toy each day, and come evening, when the sun fell, I found freedom in the form of my dragon transformation...And when the paddle arrives, I find myself imprisoned in that body of rag...But, please, don't say this to anyone. Because this can put my life and the one who I deeply care for in danger...".
Kazzika couldn't help herself, she just had to let out a howl of a laugh. This creature, or rather dragon thought that Kazzi of all peopl would betay her. But no, rather, Kazzi would be someone who would understand Amanuet more then any other could...Kazzi knew the pain acompanied in secrets and knew what it ment to keep them secret. Kazzi put a paw onto Amanuet's sholder and gave another chuckle "You thought I would betray you when you are the first who I have seen in who kows when?...I understand that we all have secrets and that some are more seriouse or extraordinary then other but none the less secrets that should be kept secret unless it is our will to share. Trust me, I understand more then you can know...Like i said we all have our secrets..." At this Kazzi trailed off, looking west to the setting sun and sighing like she always did with each end of a day.
It was strange. The sun falling, far away, in the infinite ocean, and the blue moon sharing the sky, creating an extremely beautiful light. Red and Blue. Hot and Cold. Happiness and Sadness...These two antipodes were in my heart. I was happy for finding someone that I could trust, who understood me, but sad that she looked so desesperate. Kazzi seemed that she had hard times...The sky was reflecting what I was feeling. Then, I thought to what my new friend had said. "...we all have our secrets...". What could it mean? But our relationship was too young to ask this kind of question. I must wait. Without a word, I turned my head in the direction of the sky, and I continued to watch the beauty. Gently, stars were appearing. Yes...The sky is really a mirror of our heart...The billions of stars represent the infinite amount of questions without answers that were runnning around my head.
Kazzi followed her gaze up to the changing sky...this was allways the beauty lost for many who were to distracted to give any the time of day, or notice the time and events themselves. Temptation burned in her throat as she desperatly wanted to have someone to confide in but rather then truth unfamiliar words slipped from her cracked lips. "If you are here for a week, as I heard your friend say, then insted of sitting alone on the beach would you like to come back with me....come to my, home if you would call it that? It isn't anything special but there you would not be alone..." The word alone cascasded through the skies as we sat there in silence. Kazzi did not know if what she had done was right but as a small smile appeared on her face she knew that something good would come as they sat on the sandy shores watching time stretch the skies into wonders know to only those who dared to sigh and see...
| . Chapter Two : The New Friendship. |
This morning, when I woke up, it took at least 5 minutes to understand where I was, and what I was doing here. I was lost only because of the dream I had woken from: I was in France, with Marie, and I was flying in the bright sun, without turning into this ridiculous plushie form...Speaking of that, I lost all my freedom because I slept again tonight. I'm making some bad habits here! Because of my cotton legs, I was unable to walk, so I decided to look around me. I was laying on a comfortable pile of pillows of random colors and shapes. They looked like they came from different countries of the world. In a corner in front of me, there was a large bed, were I saw Kazzi still sleeping. In another part of the room, there were lots of plants taking sun bathes, because of the holes on the ceiling. The other part of the bedroom was occupied by a circuler platform above. Sadly, I wasn't able of see much more, because of my handicap. The only option left was to wait for my friend to awaken...
Kazzi let hers eyes adjust to her comfortable abode and memories washed over her as she remembered she was not alone. Stretching her legs she slowly clammered out of bed and then promptly fell down again...what...what had happened?...In the place where Ama had settled down for the night there was now a plush figure sitting there starring at her....Everything came back in waves and soon Kazzi realized the meaning behind this curiouse situation. it sadened Kazzi but she knew that her friend would not arouse until the sun set once more and she would turn to her dragon form once again. Her sigh eccoed through the room as Kazzi pondered what to do...
Finally, when Kazzi woke up, I wasn't surprised to see depression plain upon her face. It's not really interesting to have a friend who can't speak, I understand that. Marie is used to my perpetual mutes, but my new friend might find it hard...And since we can't do anything together the only thing I can do is sleep...But I'm even not tired! Usually, Marie takes me everywhere she goes, even at school, or during dance lessons. Kazzi can't do that! But...Maybe she can find a solution?
Kazzi paced the room back and forth trying to figure out the puzzle of a situation she was in. She had a task that needed completeing but couldn't do that with Ama there...Not yet! "Stuck in the middle" a perfect phrase to understand the situation she was now in. Only one idea could come to mind and that was to ignore anything and insted try to let Ama see how everything was ordinary, or was at least susposed to be ordinary, she would show her around...But there was just the slight problem as to how she was to go about this. Kazzi slowly made her way over to Ama and lifted her carefully into her arms, then started to make her way around her home, pointing out all that was there to see in her little sand castle as she called it from time to time.
I was really surprised when Kazzi picked me up. I really dislike being in the arms of another person, with the exceptions of Marie and Antoine, but I believe in my friend, and I knew that she woul not intentionally throw me at the wall or put me in the garbage. Only thinking about that made me remind dolorous memories of Marie's father doing this. But I knew it would be different with Kazzi. Trying to fight my fear, I started to listen to Kazzi. She carried me to every little corner of her " sand castle", showing me all the objects, the books...But one thing started to annoy me. It was this object, in the middle of the upper platform. A cloth was covering it, I was unable to see what it was, but when I saw Kazzi speaking with so much passion for all of her books, I knew that the mysterious object was one. This is surely really precious if she puts it in evidence like that...
She couldn't help herself, once she got going with the 'tour" all she could preen about were her books. Where she got them, what she had to go through, and of course what they were about. It was odd holding her friend and taking her around the room but as time passed it felt normal and effortless. Kazzi still knew what she had to avoid, at all costs, but when she had to pass by it she knew there would be plenty of question to come that night. The rest of the day went on like this until Kazzi took Ama down to the beach to watch the sun dip into the ocean. She set her down beside her and watched with careful eyes as her friend returned to true form.
I knew that she didn't want to talk to me about it. I could feel it. Every time would pass by this book, I felt her become nervous, and quickly move on to someting else. I could feel, and can feel, that she has something to hide..But it's not right for me to ask the question. Not yet...Right now, I am morphing back to my proud Dragon form. With loads of happiness, I spread my wing and I fly a few meters into the air. It's good to feel free again. I returned to sit next to my friend, and we started to talk. I tried to talk about this mysterious thing, but every time, she would change the subject by attracting my attention to another point. I think it's really hopeless. Tired of this game, I looked straight in Kazzi's eyes, and I proposed something. "Kazzi...Instead of talking about things to do? Why don't we go out and do something?...I am sure you would know of something we could do..."
The questions weren't what Kazzi had expected...she had been preparing herslef to bite the bullet and tell Ama everything. now that she thought about it that was her greatest desire right then adn there. if she was to only be able to be with Ama for a weeks time then she couldn't let this secret ruin everything. Kazzi had made her decision she had to tell Ama and the sooner the better. "Yes, I know something that we can do. Follow me" With that Kazzi rose and started to make ehr way back to her "sand castle". Ama followed close behind keep pace over Kazzi perfectly as she flew through the desert winds. As soon as Kazzi was inside she came to stand before the enclosed bookshelf, waiting for Ama to come. Waiting to reveal the secret that no-one had ever learned before...the meaning of her existnace.
I was really surprised when Kazzi lead me next to the hidden book. I think she felt my curiosity, and she knew that one day, she would be forced to tell me everything. She waited next ot the pedestal. The book sat there looking extremely precious. More than anything in this world could be. It's almost the same relation with Marie and Me...We are connected each other, with an invisible link. Each needs the existence of the other. It's a deep dependence...And Kazzi is ready to share with me her most preciouse secret...
With one swift motion she ripped the cloth off of the book revealing the sand covered text that was hidden on its surface. "Task - Creation of Stardust" The words hung in the air like one strong quizzering note, then there was silence. The words rushed out of her mouth faster then Kazzi could recall them and her whole story as to how she came to be here, all alone, soon unraveled. Finally when she felt she would burst with all that she had just said she looked up at Ama. Curiosity was plain across her friend's face and so Kazzi reached for a handful of sand that lay on the floor and slowly started to whisper to it in the tounge of sand. Sparkles of white and gold began to line the edges of her hands and soon she was no londer holding a handful of meaningless sand but rather a handfull of glimmering stardust. With ease she blew the atardust out of her hands and watched it floats up and out through the holes in the ceiling, making its way to a waiting new star above.
I don't believe it! She created stardust in front of my very eyes... and...her task...she...had a dramatic story too...Kazzi is really similar to myself...With my blind egoism, I allways thought that I had the worst existence ever...And now, I realise that others can have hard times, that they can have a miserable life as well...Now, I know how lucky I am to have Marie and Kazzi! They're both the most wonderful people ever. They believe in me. Kazzi, especially, because she revealed to me her most preciouse secret. And the stardust was so...amazing! Tears flowed to my eyes and i realized that this was the start of a very strong friendship.
| . Chapter Three : A Gift like no Other. |
There are no possible boundries to life when there are no secrect to line the walls. One is able to stretch their arms and fly to the moon if desired, nothing may stand in their way. Kazzi had never felt a friendship like this...it was absolutly wonderful! Her and Ama coud do as they please every single moon cast moment, and best of all Kazzi could show her the way of the stars. Each star had a tale to tell and with each tale came some relation to when it was first born by the activation of stardust. All of this information about the skies came from within Kazzi for she had never known it all beforhand. Sharing it with Ama was proboly, no deffinatly, the best thing Kazzi had ever done. She allways found her time with Ama to be perfect and never-ending...that is until morning would creep it's way up and around the corner of the sand dunes far to the east. Then Ama would return to her plush form and the two of them would becomed sadened and deeply seperated...
The more time I spent passing with Kazzi, the more I began to feel the separation that was soon to come. The time when I will return to my home, thousand of miles away from my friend. Endless oceans and barren lands will be between us. Its why, for the moment, we are taking all the time that's given to us, we want to make the absolute most of this magical week. Now, each evening, we sit talking outside, and we look at the stars. She explains to me all that she knows about them...And I'm just fascinated by all that she knows. I see passion burning in her eyes when she teaches me all that...Now...I really need to do something for her. An object that she can keep with her, to help her never forgets me. A precious gift...
With only three nights left Kazzi triens desperatly to think of how to say goodbye. It has never been one of her talents and for good reasons never should. But still she can't help the fact that sooner then later it will come. Then Ama will be thousands of miles away of their friendship may die with each horrid rise of the sun. There is however a spark of hope, one that could gain the two friends more time together and the key to it is stardust. Kazzi had noticed that one evening when she sprinkled stardust on Ama out of play just before sunrise Ama lasted in her dragon form for an extra 5 minets. Both of them were amazed and perplexed but now Kazzi has a reason to believe that like all things in her life, stardust is the key.
Kazzi started to be more distant when I'm a plushie. She tends to put me on a pile of cushions, and she go upstairs doing mysterious experiences. So I'm rotting here... At least, I have the time for thinking of what I can give to her. I looked around me. Everything was from different part of the world. Cushions form Asia, jewels from tombs of the Desert, wood statues from the Pacific, even some boxes of a delicious chocolate! Maybe... This can be a really nice idea. I just need her help...
To not be able to communicate is only the biggest issue amongst Kazzi and Ama. It bugged her so that she could not waste away all time with her friend just doing every little wonder of the day. But no, Ama was stuck to her plushie form and as hard as Kazzi tried to think of a solution nothing would ever work. That is when she got the idea of the necklace. Hmm...She thought to herself, what if?...Would it work properly?...So many questions and yet so little time. These conclusions lead to her trailing away from the plushie Ama and instead retreating to the world of sand above. She would need to find a containment unit and a way to create enough to last Ama forever and beyond. But was it enough to turn against the sun and time itself?...
Ama found the time to be really long. She could only fix the ceiling and wait till the far off night. Kazzi was even much more distant than usual! She would walk in circles -- I could hear her because I was on the floor under her and she was speaking to herself. She seems really busy. I feel uncomfortable in this atmosphere. I feel really useless. And now, the only thing I can do is look at the grain of sand falling from the top of the room caused by her footsteps above.
Kazzi paced nervously around the upper rim glancing down at the still form of her friend below her. She hated to leave Ama down there without any company but this was her only chance to figure out the secret of the stardust for Ama. With every step Kazzi's thoughts only became more and more jumbled together until she had to plop herself down on the floor and just stare at the ceiling. Across from where she sat lay the stardust book and Kazzi knew that the answer was waiting for her under it's cover but as hard as she tried she could not find any clue in the dusty faded words. With a sigh Kazzi let her head fall back against the wall sending a small shower of sand to cover her face. As she blew it away she noticed that it turned to stardust and floated up though the holes above. That was the key she exclaimed as she shot up and quickly made her way over to the book once more.
In her silencious waiting, Ama heard a quiet sound... And an exclamation of joy. Maybe she found it? But... It was better to not make any ideas, because the deception would be too much...too big... No! Ama believed in Kazzi, and she knew in the deeps of her heart, her mind, that her friend will find a solution...
Maybe the little dragon would finally taste the freedom of her dreams?
There was not much time left Kazzi realized as she stared out her sun hole and saw the stream of sun glisten above her. She glanced done nervously at her friend and then continued to the task at hand. So far she had the foundation to a ruff casket and as she urgently whispered to the sand to comply with a task that she usually didn't ask it she felt a sense of coming accomplishment. Kazzi knew that it was in her ability to make this for Ama to give her the one final parting gift that could connect them forever and let them never forget.
| - Arienewyn. |
The night was fallen outside. This means that Ama can finally go out. She waited that Marie was asleep, and, silently, the draikess opened the only window in her bedroom. The cold night breeze blew in her face, making her long hair going crazy around her angelic face. Ama climbed on the edge of the window, and, in the time of one big jump, she spread her wings, and she flew to the next roof. One time here, she carefully walked on the wet tiles, try to don't fall and broke her neck on the ground. One time to the edge of the house, Ama jumped again and she landed on the roof of the village's church. Then, the old plushie walked next from a gargoyle, and she sat on a platform. Here, it was her kingdom. She looked around her, for be sure that no-one can saw her, and the little dragon lifted her eyes to the sky, for admire the infinite number of stars.
It was late, that was for sure. Ariene looked glumly at the dark sky, ashamed that she could have lost track of time so easily. She gathered her books and placed them in her bag, left a few euros on the little table of the cafe, and left. The cobblestone streets were slippery from the rain, but Ariene's footing was sure. She watched carefully for muggers--the crime rate was rising, as her favorite newspaper had proclaimed this morning. She tugged on the end of her woolen scarf, a nervous habit of hers. She reached the corner and paused, looking up to the black expanse of night and gazing at the stars. She loved to simply sit and admire them sometimes. It reminded her of her roots in the wild, and that she wouldn't always be stuck in this smoggy city. She sighed, and glanced up at the building above her. Notre Dame. She chuckled. The church was still open, and it was a good a place to spend the night as any, so she pushed the wooden doors open and crept inside.
While looking at the stars, Ama heard a strange noise. Nervously, she ran, and she hid behind the gargoyle. After being sure she wasn't in danger, the little blue dragon approached the edge of the roof, and she looked down. Nothing. Maybe it was just another of the cats. Paris was invaded by them. But the wind blew again, and Ama smelt a strange odour. It wasn't a cat, or even a human. This smell was different. Slowly, she verified no-one can see her, and she jumped. She spread her wings at the last second for avoiding to crash on the ground. She flew for few meters and she landed on the irregular ground. Ama was in front of the Notre-Dame's church. This fabulous construction was really tall. It's now that the draikess realized how dangerous it was to jump, but her curiosity was way stronger. She continued to smell the ambient odour. She finally spotted were the curious creature was. In the church. Ama still really hesitant, but she climbed the stairs, and one time at the top, she noticed that the stranger didn't closed the door completely, so, she used her muzzle for pushing the door a bit more, for letting her pass. Finally, she got enough room for going into the church. Taking her courage to two hands, she made her first steps into Notre-Dame.
Ariene hurried to one of the smaller alcoves and crouched inside it as the door creaked open. She pulled her knees to her chest and held her breath, hoping the intruder wouldn't spot her. The church /was/, well, a church, so she couldn't be thrown out in theory, but humans didn't take kindly to dragons in Paris these days, even though they held a grudging tolerance of them after the leaders of the Four Drakkon Tribes had threatened to set their armies upon the humans if the predjudice continued. Still, Ariene had seen dragons beaten, pushed from resturants, and killed, even after the law against it had been passed. It was just a fact of her life that she would never be accepted. But she derserved some respect, no matter her species or appearance. Heartened by this, she warily stood up and peeked from the alcove. The intruder was not a human, but a dragon, like herself, albeit a dragon that stood on all fours. Ariene was surprised, because she hadn't heard of a quadruped dragon in Paris for years, or anywhere else, for that matter. She cleared her throat politely and addressed the dragon as she had been taught.
Surprised, I heard someone speaking to me. Afraid, I almost ran out of the church, but something retains me. This wasn't a human voice. I turned back, and I saw a dragon. She was really tall, almost more than an average human. The two sets or red eyes were fixing me in wait of an answer. Even if it was the first time that I see a biped dragon like that, she inspired me confidence, and I approached. I sat next to her, and finally, I remembered she asked me a question. "My name is Amanuet, but you can call me Ama..." I remembered that I never saw a dragon in Paris before. "Where do you come from ? What do you do here ?"
The dragon came and draped herself on the bench next to Ariene. There was a period of uncomfortable silence between them before she answered. While Ariene was mildly amused at the dragon's--Ama's--simple demeanor, she answered kindly enough. "I come from the Far East, to study anthropology." She glanced at the dragon. "The study of humans." Rummaging in her bag, she pulled out her recording book. "See?" She flipped the pages. "My notes." Ariene took the time before Ama responded to examine the little creature. She was blue, with swirly tan designs and a mop of light hair, broken up by her horns. She was incredibly unusual for an urban enviroment, although Ariene had learned to not be shocked by anyone, or anything, she discovered. "What about you?" She said, after a while. "Where are you from, and what is your purpose in Paris?"
Ama was expecting the question really soon... So she wasn't surprised to ear this. She took her time, she looked at Ariene's notes, and finally, she looked the tall dragon in her four eyes. "I don't know from were I come. Its look like if I appeared, like that... I live in Paris with my friend, Marie. She found me... In a box, during a holiday. I think she called that... Christmas ? I remembered that this day, all the kids wanted to play with me, they almost torn me, you know ? They're brutal and..." The little dragon speaks a lot... She carefully chooses her words, for avoid revealing her curse... Ama was thinking that she wasn't obliged to reveal everything about her to a perfect stranger, even if she was a dragon.
Ariene waited for her to continue, then realized she wasn't going to.
Glancing up towards the tall stained glass windows and the holy figures and pictures depicted on them, she saw the moon, low in the sky.
She held her hand out stiffly towards Ama. "It's almost dawn...I'm not sure if I can stay here. This is goodbye, for me."
Ama looked outside. Effectively, the moon started to blend with the sky, which is of light pastel tones.
In a burst of panic, the blue little dragon jumped off of her seat. She almost screamed.
Yes... I need to leave right...no...w...s..o..........
When she spread wings, the sun appeared to the horizon, piercing thought the colourful stained glasses. Quickly, the light reached her face, starting her transformation. Little sparkles glowed around her. Ama was now bathed in light. Her silhouette morphed into a delicate plushie. Then, she fell on the ground.
Ariene leaped back from Ama as she fell. The great dragon of only a few seconds ago was now merely a plush toy. She leaned down to the thing and examined it quizzically. "Ama...?" She called to it slowly. "Are you still there?" She picked up the plush and prodded it with a claw. For all her supposed knowledge on the subject of dragons, she had never seen anything like this before. "Come on, Ama, don't leave me."
The poor little Ama was now imprisoned into this weak form. Her freedom disappeared again, like every morning. She wanted to say to Ariene to don't worry, but nothing can help her to say all what she wants. The only thing the poor dragon can do is to stare at her new friend, and hope that she will understand.
Ariene stared into Ama's now dull eyes, looking for a sign of the life that had once filled the little dragon. As she bent over, the double doors creaked open, and in strode a finely dressed man in a pressed suit. He walked briskly, but he had a strange gait. It seemed like he would leap into the air every time he took a step, but he never did. The mysterious light of predawn, combined with the filtering effect of the stained glass windows, cast his head into a shadowy mist that Ariene could not see through. He paused at the spectacle of the two dragons. He drew a letter from within his coat and unfolded it, glancing over it quickly. "Arienewyn Ahari," he said. It was not a question, but a statement, as if he had known Ariene all his life. His voice had a heavy accent, making him a clear Parisian. "You are quite hard to find, you know. But now I've got you." He stepped into the light, and Ariene gasped. He was of noble stock: high cheekbones, delicate, swept-back ears, and a strong chin. And he was clearly a dragon.
When Ama saw the man, she knew that he wasn't normal. The way he walks, he looks. She wasn't that much surprised when she realised that he was a dragon. The only problem is that the little plushie never knew that it have that much dragons in Paris. She thought that she was the only one like that in this city, but when she discovered Ariene, all what she always thought was now literally broken in thousand of pieces. And now that another dragon comes, it's really too much in one day. The blue creature was now lost in her minds, trying to understands what's happening here. Maybe its one of her dreams? Maybe she will wake-up. Maybe she will return in reality...
Right at this moment, a young girl with blonde hair entered the church. When her eyes noticed the presence of the two dragons, and noticed the familiar plushie in the arms of the green one, she froze.
Marie was terrified...
Ariene shut her eyes tight. Between the shock of losing Ama, being surprised by this brown dragon, and having a little girl burst in to add to the madness, she was utterly confused, and close to fainting from exhaustion. It was, after all, close to dawn, and she hadn't slept all night. Meanwhile, the brown dragon continued on his monologue, taking no notice of his surroundings until the blond girl came in. He paused, and squinted at her. "Hey," he said, "The church is closed. Can't you read?" He pointed to a sign proclaiming Notre Dame to be, indeed, closed. "It's too early for you to be up, anyway!"
The girl didn't cared about what the big brown dragon were saying. She stayed here... All her attention were captivated by the blue Dragon. The little girl was torn beetween the fear of the unkown creatures and the intense happiness of finding her friend again. She wanted to run in the other direction, but she found a bit of courage in the bottom of her heart...
The brown dragon sputtered, indignant with rage. "Now see here. I am a member of the French Secret Service and I will not be treate--" But the girl chose to focus on the plushie instead. Ari glanced up at the girl's approach. She remembered Ama mentioning a girl--Marie. Could this be her? "Are you Marie?" Ari asked. She pulled back Ama into her arms protectively. If this girl wasn't Marie, she might want to hurt Ama. Ama had also talked about the brutal treatment the other children had given her.
Marie stopped sudently when she eared the dragon calling her by her name. She noticed that the green giant who was holding Ama began to be more possesive with her plushie. This putted the little girl in an uncontrolable fury. She was extremely jealous, and she hate that when another one, except her closest friend, Antoine, takes Ama.
How do you know my name...?"
She spited this last sentence with a lot of hate in her voice.
And... why do you have my best friend in your arms ???"
Poor lonely plushies...
Do you want to adopt one ?
Go ahead.
Just don't stole, put them in a contest or remove the link...
You can ask for a cusom too...
I take TRADES only...
They can be krawks, if you want.
I won awards...
Its quite wierd, but some people think that I'm worthy of some interest...
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