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Endless Rain Part 79Endless Rain
Episode 79: Field Trip in the Soul
© Kitty Ocean 21st of February 2008
"We follow the sun,
as the journey has begun.
Paths be guided by Afrian,
my heart's adventure loved by man!"
It sounded like the most obnoxious, off-key and horrible song ever invented... but somehow, it gave Hitori comfort. The Mini-Sirens were on a field trip, as if they had never been on one before. The first three were energetic and bouncy; completely hyper on sugar. The five after them were a lot more calmer, even though they did keep on chattering. The 9th Siren was grumpy; as if she didn't want to show the world she was actually enjoying this trip. The last Mini-Siren was dragging behind, almost asleep and tired beyond words (obviously a lack of exercise).
Hitori, however... felt relieved. As if a burden had fallen from her shoulders. She honestly didn't mind if she had to stay here a little bit longer... even though she missed Hana and the others. Her life had been hectic... but it w
Endless Rain Part 76Endless Rain
Part 76: Mirrored Truth
15th of January 2008 - Kitty Ocean
Can I see my daddy now?
Tebok looked at the girl before him, and touched her hair gently. Im sorry dear but now that Empress Lana is ill he wont recognise you.
Why is Empress Lana ill? Alika didnt look happy. She said shed help me.
I know she did, love. Tebok took her into his arms, in a caring way. But the witch hid the last crystal, and spelled the Empress when she tried to take it. He pushed a strand of hair out of her face. When shes better, shell try to use those three to cure your father
A soft silence fell. Alika placed her hand close to her, as if she wanted to suck her thumb, but felt she was too old for it. A soldier came into the tent and was startled by the sight; was this his commander?! But the way Tebok glared at the soldier he was a wonderful actor.
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