Sunday, 29 July 2012


I've added a pole to the blog (over there somewhere >>>>>) so it'd be really helpful if you could vote for me! If I've missed any stories off then let me know and I'll add them! Please people, I need to know what you want me to write most because I can't decide.


Lynxia x

Thursday, 26 July 2012

A Murderer's Dance..., Chapter 1 - Social Call...

This is the whole of chapter one, read and see what you think! The end is... Just read it!!

      It had been three years since Vengeance had been locked away. Since then, not much had happened. We had all kept in contact, that was about it. Me and Nix were still together except I often had to travel but I always made time to go Down Under. I kept in touch with my brother who remained our link to the mortal world and he was always eager to her what was happening in our 'world within a world'. Sheldon had finally got over Linden and him and Cece were now engaged. That's it. We all carried on doing our jobs, Ivy's being avoiding authority, and just getting on with our magically extended lives.
       I had just finished my work for the day and was curling up on the sofa with some ice cream and a book when there was a knock at the door. I sighed, put my stuff down and got up. I went to the door and tapped the screen so I could see who was out there.
       The screen showed an empty corridor.
       I opened the door and looked left and right. Only Mrs Hensworth was walking down.
       "Are you OK, my dear? You look worried." she said, her wrinkled hands tapping my face.
       "Fine, as usual." I said, slightly puzzled.
       "I'd love to stop and chat, but I really have to go Lydia." she said and went to her flat and went in.
       She always got my name wrong. One day I'd be Lydia, then I'd be Lisa and once, much to my displeasure, I'd been Linden.
       I sat back down when I heard movement upstairs. Oh, for God's sake! Can't I have one normal day? I wondered. It's your own fault, you chose to study magic, I snapped back at myself. I went upstairs. Night and Mist were curled round the top banister of the spiral stair case, as usual but there was now a photo frame on the floor. I picked it up. It showed me, Ivy, Nix, Zath, Robin, Sparky, Flame and Eve when we were about fourteen in Blogland. We all seemed happy. Carefree, all most. I put it back on the side table and moved on. I checked my bedroom. Nothing, just my iPod charging in the corner. I loved my iPod. Everyone made fun of it because it was a Generation 2 and really old but I still loved it. I checked the bathroom. Nothing. Everything where it should be. I reached the end of the corridor and placed my ear to the door of my study. Inside I could hear faint, muffled foot steps as they walked round. Someone was in my study. A someone who was soon going to be in a whole lot of pain if I had my way.
       I charged in and used the shadows to close in on the person.
       The person shouted a little and wriggled until I forced them into a chair and held a craft knife to their throat. I let the shadows fall back and a familiar face stared up at me.
       "Can I get up, please?" Nixion Strange said. "This is important."
       I stared at Nix, then helped him up off the chair. "Why'd you break into my house?" I asked.
       He rotated his arm in his socket until it clicked. "I didn't 'break in', the window was open." He pointed to the one in question and I looked at it confused.
       "But... I never leave my windows open." I crossed to it and looked it over. There were no signs of it being hit or broken, it looked exactly like it had been opened from the inside. "I always close the windows when I leave the room."
       "Maybe you forgot." he suggested.
       "Mmm." I replied, pulling it shut and locking it, I then turned and walked back out of the study, Nix falling into step. "So, you said this was important, whatever this is." I said as I went down the staircase and sat on the sofa.
       Nix remained standing. Typical Nix. "Yeah. This morning, someone tried to kidnap me. I tried getting into contact with the others but I only got Flame, Zath, Sheldon, Robin, Star and Ivy. The rest didn't pick up or weren't there to pick up." he said.
       "You reckon someone's trying to kill us or... I don't know, torture us or something?" I asked, my eyebrows rising up my brow.
       "Not exactly us, have you have anyone kill you lately?" he responded.
       My face became serious again. "Nix, I'm an assassin, I have people trying to kill me all the time for revenge or to stop me killing them. You're gonna have to be more specific." I said.
       "People in black, blurred faces."
       I thought for a moment. There was the Japanese guy, the one with the huge beard and one who had ears like an elephant so far that week but nobody with blurred faces. "No, no one like that."
       "Well then," he said "It was only a few of us because nobody like that attacked the others I got in contact with." 
       I opened my mouth to ask him if he wasn't just being paranoid again when I heard another bump upstairs. I looked at Nix, my head cocking to the right.  
       "Did you bring a friend?" I asked.
       Nix pulled out his machete. "No." he said.
       I clutched my knife tightly in my hand again and placed my other hand on Nix's shoulder and shadow walked us upstairs. I instantly regretted this as two men, from the build, charged us down in the small corridor and, surprise surprise, their faces were blurred. One of them grabbed me and pinned me against the wall while the other tried to inject Nix with a blue liquid in a syringe. I tried to get my arms free but all the man's weight was on them so I kicked instead. I got in a few good kicks but I was still trapped. Nix, meanwhile, was fighting tooth and nail to keep the syringe away but the other guy was too fast and he buried the syringe in his neck. Nix's eyes started to cloud but he was still thrashing slightly as the man hauled him onto his back like he weighed no more than cotton wool.
       "Nix!!!!" I screamed. The one with Nix on his back nodded and the one holding me let go but as I lunged he brought the back of my right hand across my face and I went spinning down. I just had time to see a blue flame tattoo on the side of his left hand as he walked away before I blacked out.

Well? What do you think? This still the one you want me to continue (*cough*VAL*cough*)

Lynxia x

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

HP fan fic, Chapter 2 - Back To Hogwarts...

Okay, this one is quite long, just so you know.

       Me and Thalia spilled onto the platform as the first years were lead off by Hagrid. We found Daniel and Nathan on the path to the carriages and we ran to catch up to them. We climbed into a carriage and it set off up the bumpy road in the forest. The woods rose up on either side of us , blotting out everything to see from the windows. We travelled for a few minutes then rounded a corner, the trees falling back and there, perched on the edge of the mountain in the downpour that had begun, was the large castle.
       I finally felt at home, Hogwarts had always felt safe and no matter how much I moaned about homework or getting double detention from McGonagall, I always had fun. Thalia was smiling on the outside, while mine was more inward. She loved the castle to and that was what had bonded us together.
       The carriages came to a stop by the steps to the courtyard and we climbed out, following the other students across the courtyard and into the Entrance Hall. On our right rose the Marble Staircase, on the left was a few spare classrooms and the door to the dungeons and in front of us rose the large iron doors leading to the Great Hall.
       Peeves was floating above our heads holding a stash of water balloons so we ran into the Great Hall just as the onslaught began. We took our seats about half way down the Slytherin table on the far left of the Hall and laughed as people walked in dripping wet. Eventually, when everyone was in and seated and attempting to dry themselves, McGonagall lead in the fresh meat - I mean first years and lined them up in front of the Sorting Hat, one of which was dripping wet like he'd fallen in the lake and was wearing Hagrid's coat. We watched and waited and finally, the seam opened and the hat began to sing:

"A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favourites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong."

       The Hall burst into applause and all the first years seemed relieved, it appeared they thought they'd have a proper test. I know I had. The first year tried the hat on as McGonagall went down the list. I never really bothered listening to names as I knew I'd forget them again soon - I just clapped when I heard 'SLYTHERIN!!' from the hat.
       When everyone was seated (the boy in the coat at Gryffindor, what a surprise) the feast appeared on the golden plates and everyone tucked in, as usual, while the first years gasped. I heard Aisling Dark laugh from up the table. I turned to her and smiled.
       "Oh, like you weren't amazed when you first saw the feast." I said, helping myself to crunchy roast potatoes.
       Aisling had black hair that was slightly wavy, pale skin and dark blue eyes. "I know I was," she nodded "But I distinctly remember someone laughing at me so I'm just returning the favour." she continued, smiling and putting a few slices of chicken on her plate.
       I laughed and continued eating. I often liked to just listen to the random subjects discussed at the table. I heard Pansy Parkinson talking to Draco ('Oh, Draco, imagine having to share a box with Potter! It must have been awful!')  and Scarlet Menagerie talking to Daniel ('But why talk to them Dan? She's a half-blood! You don't want to mix with them, they're all barbaric and Muggle-ish.'). I rolled my eyes at Scarlet, she was a big stereotype for Slytherins. She was a pureblood, she hated anyone who couldn't trace their family back through ten generations of wizards and she lived in a big mansion/palace in the countryside. Most of all, she hated Gryffindors and took every opportunity to hex, jinx or curse them. She had black, straight, mid-length hair and lamp-like shining, golden eyes.
       The last of the savoury food vanished from the golden plates to be replaced seconds later by piles of sweet desserts. I helped myself to a slice of lemon cheese cake while Thalia had a slice of banoffi pie. When the last of the desserts had been finished and only crumbs remained, Dumbledore stood up and quiet fell on the Hall.
       'So! Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention while I give out a few notices. Mr Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming yo-yo's, Fanged Frisbees and Ever Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises of some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it." he smiled a little. "As ever, I would like to remind you all that the Forest in the grounds is out of bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all those below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year." The Hall errupted in roars, which I joined in myself.
       "What??!!" I heard Phoebe Carter shout from the Gryffindor table. She was a Beater sub and she clearly thought she'd get some play time this year. Nathan sat across the table from me and he was outraged.
       "But I've been practising!!" he shouted. He was Draco Malfoy's sub as Seeker for our Quidditch team. As Draco sometimes couldn't be bothered to play, Nathan played quite a bit.
       "This isn't fair!" I huffed. I was a sub Beater. I could knock a Bludger from one end of the pitch to the other in one stroke and I'd nearly knocked Potter off his broom once. My finest hour. 
       Dumbledore raised his hands and quiet fell again but angry whispers still shot around the room. "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy - but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts-" Suddenly, the doors to the Great Hall clattered open and a man with ragged hair and a big overcoat walked in. On every other step his foot clanged on the stone. He walked up to Dumbledore, exchanged a few hushed words then sat behind the top table. "May I introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody." Dumbledore said and scattered applause echoed limply round the Hall but most stared at his odd appearance and darting, electric blue eye. "As I was saying, we are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Tri Wizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year." Mutters and whispers crackled around the Hall again.
       "But-But it's supposed to be dangerous! People die!" Aisling whispered.
       "The Tri Wizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago, as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry - Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the Tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities - until, that is the death toll mounted so high that the Tournament was discontinued. There have been several attempts over the centuries to re-instate the Tournament, none of which have been very successful. However, our own Departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that, this time, no champion will himself or herself in mortal danger. The Heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Hallowe'en. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Tri Wizard Cup, the glory of their school and a thousand Galleons personal prize money. Eager though I know you all will be to bring the Tri Wizard Cup to Hogwarts, the Heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose and age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age - that is to say, seventeen years or older - will be allowed to put their names forward for consideration. This-' Roars burst into the air again, I couldn't understand and single one but I managed to catch the drift of them - 'THAT'S NOT FAIR!!' Dumbledore spoke loudly over the rumble. "This is a measure that we feel is necessary, given that the Tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no under-age student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion. I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen. The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October, and remaining with us for a greater part of this year. I know that you will extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!" He clapped his hands and we were dismissed to our dorms.
       I went with Thalia, Daniel and Aisling through the doors and we waited for Nath to catch up while he spoke to some Hufflepuff girl named Samantha who had black hair. He ran up and we we all went down to the dungeons. We reached a seemingly normal wall amid the maze of dank dungeons and I stood in front of it. 
       "Serpent." I said, we always had a default password for the first night but it change din the morning and was put up on the notice board. We'd always had the default password while I'd been there but one of our prefects, Hugh Mills, had told us they'd started it in his second year because people had been tired of having to find it out before going down. 
       The bricks faded away and there, in their place, was a large, wooden double door. I pushed it open and we went into our common room.

Lynxia x

Saturday, 21 July 2012

In The Beginning, Chapter 1 - Coping With Zombies...

Also, read the post below this!! 

So, this is a SP fan fic and is set before One For You and before Lynxia knows many of the other Bloglandians.

       I stepped off the plane and the heat hit me. God I hated Australia in Summer. I shrugged off my black jacket and pressed the cold metal of my bracelet to my forehead. In hot weather, Necromancy was the best magic.
       "Come on... What's your name again?" I called.
       The man stumbled down the plexi-glass tunnel after me. "Please let me go." he pleaded.
       I sighed and pulled him along. "I asked for your name, idiot." I snapped.
       "Clive." he said.
       "Right, Clive, hurry up. I only have two days to get this job done if I want my money so get a move on." I said as we passed into the main airport.
       He nodded and went through security and I followed. We were the last passengers of the plane so not many bags were left going round the belt. I picked up my simple, dark blue backpack and threw it over one shoulder as the zombie got his grey suitcase. The zombie was not yet falling apart but in this heat, he would soon. He had the average, boring business man look about him. Dark hair, blue eyes, thin lips, all together making an easily forgettable face. We walked together out of the airport and stood beside the taxi lane.
       "Hail the cab. Oh, and if anyone asks, I'm your daughter. Got it?" I snapped.
       He stuck out his arm a taxi pulled into the lane. "Yes mistress, but what's your name?" he asked as the taxi stopped.
       "Say whatever you like, just get in." I snapped again.
       "Where to?" the driver asked.
       "King's street." I said.
       The taxi set off, out of the taxi lane and onto the main road heading into the centre of Sydney. The buildings past in blurs of sandy orange, white and grey. The main city rose up in front of the taxi with the river to the left. The lights winked on one by one as the sun set and night pulled itself over the city. By the time we reached the end of the street, the entire sector we face twinkled like a jewellery shop.
       The taxi stopped and Clive reached out, probably by instinct, to pay the man but I, instead, flicked out my knife and slit the cab driver's throat. "Get out." I ordered Clive whilst getting out myself and facing the large building at the end of the street.
       Clive stumbled from the taxi, his eyes wide and I feared they would fall from his lifeless sockets. "But-But why d-did you do that?" he stammered.
       I placed the knife back in my boot and started towards the glass doors. "Because, he would have seen me and that would have been bad. I have been under the radar too long to suddenly be uprooted by some minimum wage idiot." I said and turned away from the doors and headed down the dark alley to the right. 
       "He didn't seem like an idiot and what do you mean 'too long'? You're what, fourteen?" Clive said. He was really starting to grind on my nerves.
       I turned to him, hands on hips and my 'I am unamused so shut up or die' expression etching itself on my face. "I don't care who he was, how smart he was or his family so drop it. As for my age, that's none of your concern so shut up." I said.
       Clive nodded.
       "Good, now wait here." I said and shadow walked to the eleventh floor of the building.
       The corridors were dark and I heard the elevator ding taking some laughing people home. I crept forwards, pulling my bow from my pack as I went. I never went anywhere without my bow and at least nine arrows. Always nine, I just love the number. I pulled out one arrow, all I would need, and turned the cold metal in my hands. It was made of steel and could travel immensely fast. I doubted this would even take five minutes. I got to a room marked 'Vice Producer' and went in. As expected there was a small window leading to the actual producer's office. As expected the producer was still there at his desk which I could clearly see from the window. I pulled out my Sharpie and drew my symbol (two fancy L's and a curvy x) on the metal feathers of the arrow then took aim.
       I closed my left eye and levelled the end of my arrow with just above his heart. I let go and felt the twang of the string, saw the arrow cut cleanly through the glass window and sail straight into his heart. His head fell onto the desk and his chest didn't move. He hadn't even had time to look up. I pulled my pack back over my shoulder and shadow walked back to the alley. I nodded to Clive and we headed for the open air of the street beyond.
       I was at the cross over into the street and away from the musty, rotten smells of the alley, Clive the zombie closely following me, when I heard a familiar voice.
       "Lynxia Lost," it said "Stop right where you are and put your hands behind your head."

Well? What do you think?

Lynxia x


As I'm sure you all heard, some twisted idiot turned up at the Dark Knight Rises premier and killed 12 people and injuring a lot more. There were children there and I think we should help by getting 'Batman's' attention...

So, yeah, pass it on. Blog it. Tweet it. Facebook it. Just get it out there. 

Lynxia x

Thursday, 12 July 2012

Loki helmet - beginning to near finishment!!

The helmet!! *worships* It defines Loki and is awesome so here is mine!!

Okay, that's what it went from, a balloon covered in gloop to this... Thing. At one poijnt I had to resecure the bases but they're holding for now.

Will post more pics when finished!!

Lynxia x

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Child's Play?

Today I'm going to do something good for the world and tell you about a pressure group started by three high school students. Their group is called Child's Play? and they aim to abolish the use of child soldiers. I think this is a fantastic aim and I would like anyone who ever reads this to check out their blog and website. We might not be able to do much as we are miles apart but you can show your support like I am.

Their blog -
Their website -

Thank you!

Lynxia x

Monday, 9 July 2012

What?! MORE story ideas!!!?

Yes, once again I have been hit by that bolt of inspiration that always seems to hit me while I'm doing school work.  Today's count - four stories which I will explain... 

So, today I thought of Hidden Agenda, Matrix, Bad Girl? and Divide. And, unlike me, I wrote little blurbs for them (I was bored on the bus, okay?!!).

Matrix first -

When Christopher wishes his life was more like his video game, Lost Land
he wakes up the next morning to find it is. In this new world, dragons exist,
magic keeps a cruel grip on the land and the country is tribal. But on the horizon
looms a new war and the Shadow Lord is rising.

Can Christopher take his place in this new world or will he die playing the game?

Now Bad Girl? -

Tucked away on an uncharted island off the Scottish coast lies
the school most people would love to go to, but not Melissa Hagen.
This finishing school is for the sons and daughters of criminal masterminds
so they can learn the trade and be the next generation of villains. But
Melissa had always been different. She had never seen the point in
bombing France or starving Georgia of oil but she has to to fit in. Will
she change her ways and become the evil daughter her parents want 
or is she bound to be a do-gooder and be kicked out of Decimator High?

Now, I saw recently that people's favourite kind of books are ones with groups they can fit into, like Hunger Games with the Districts and Harry Potter with the houses, and that's what really set this idea rolling...
Divide -

In the subculture of many cities are gangs and violence, but none more so than 
Thatston. The large city has had to cast a blind eye on the gangs that have formed in 
its underworld and move on but for Zara Olleen it's her life.
She is part of the group Platinum where you are either strong, or die. However,
in her heart she has always been a Lightning and she will do anything to get it.
By running from her gang she causes war between them all, something that has been
looming on the horizon for years, but this also attracts the attention of the higher
society and soon the streets are Hell and nowhere is safe...

And finally, Hidden Agenda -

London, 1927
Gangsters rule the streets with an iron fist and Joseph dreams of being
one of the 'higher class', where he wouldn't have to worry about food or
money or life in general so when the opportunity arrives, he quickly accepts
but what he doesn't realise is that the one pulling the strings simply wants money
and she is prepared to do anything to get it.

So, tell me what you think, please!! I want to know!!!

Lynxia x

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Patchwork, Chapter 9 - Returning...

       They entered the Main Hall to find five of the Council there. They were to sitting on the dais but crowded round a table with a map on at the back of the Hall.
       "Rätsel?" Ura asked, turning round. "What are you doing here?"
       The members who were there came towards them. The one missing was Sinne.
       "Mort has something to tell you, Mum." Rätsel said evenly, not giving anything away.
       Shari'a turned to Mort and arched her eyebrow. "Yes?" she asked.
       Mort sighed. "Opstanak is free. Someone released him but I don't know who. The other Instincts aren't free, he said something about how he couldn't trust them so it's just him." Mort said, it seemed as if all of his lives had been building up to this.
       Rohkeus nodded grimly. "Hlad reported yesterday that odd things were happening in the south. People not caring if a car hit them or if they walked off a cliff. I remember this was how it started before." he said.
       There was murmured agreement to this.
       "So, Death," Jalousi said "As you were the one to see the vision, I believe you should be the one to go. Accompanied by your..." she looked at Espoir "Friends, of course."
       Fortvilelse looked at Mort hopefully.
       "Yes, you should." Shari'a and Rohkeus said.
       Ura nodded her agreement.
       "But shouldn't someone in a more experienced Mortal form go?" Mort asked.
       Shari'a laughed a little. "They might have a more experienced Mortal form but you have the knowledge of how to fight him. Age doesn't matter if you have the right knowledge." she said, smiling.
       "Do you agree then?" Ura asked. "Do all four of you?"
       Death, Riddles, Hope and Life nodded.
       "Then take your items of power." Rohkeus said with a slight hand gesture.
       Mort's scythe appeared in his hand and he felt his cloak materialise around his frame. At the same time he felt white hot energy tip into his blood stream and he heard a little tsss. His contact had burnt off his eye.
       Next to him, Rätsel was now wearing a dark, emerald green robe that matched his eyes with red sewn in around the neck and he was holding a long, copper staff which was topped with three large, sharp point, one of which was longer than the others by about three inches. 
       On Mort's right was Liv who was now wearing her white robe, her silver circlet and arm band and carrying her own staff.
        To the far right was Espoir whose hair was now free of purple streaks and just hung freely down to around the middle of her ribcage. She wore a long, sleeveless, dark blue dress that had two cuts on the sides of the waist and stretched to the floor. She also carried a silver rod, about half the length of a javelin, which was topped by a crackling and sparking blue sphere.
       After the last bits of energy had cooled in Mort's blood he heard someone run into the Hall. They all looked and Sinne was standing in the arch pointing at Mort.
       "Don't let that boy go anywhere!" he growled.
       "Why, Anger? What's wrong?" Jalousi asked, cocking her head.
       "He's just had a dream. It's nothing to worry about." Sinne said, walking closed and his thick, black boots making his steps echo around the Hall.
       "But this has happened before, don't you remember?" Shari'a asked.
       "That was different, we have no evidence that Opstanak is back." Sinne continued, grasping Mort's arm.
       "But we do, Hlad reported from the South yesterday. You were here." Ura replied, confusion on her face as to why Sinne was being like this.
       "Rätsel, check him." Rohkeus said, giving him a slight nudge. 
       Rätsel nodded and pointed his staff at Sinne so the longer point was above the others. "Are you Sinne Nightingale?" he asked in a voice made of honey.
       Sinne's eyes clouded over and his grip grew weak. "Yes." he slurred.
       "Why don't you want Mort to go?" Rätsel continued.
       "Because that would mess up his plans." Sinne replied dreamily.
       Eyes widened and a few gasps were made but Mort just narrowed his eyes. "I knew it." he hissed.
       Rätsel carried on. "Is Opstanak back?"
       "Yes, I helped him." Sinne said. Just these few words were enough to set everyone on edge.
       Rätsel put down his staff and bristled. "Rebirth?" he asked.
       "Most definitely." Jalousi said and nodded to Mort.
       Mort brought his scythe down and cut across Sinne's stomach. 
       Sinne collapsed on the floor. "No, no! You don't understand!" he screamed, his veins showing black through his skin. "I was just protecting the traditions! All I wanted was for the Kinds to be separate again! He'll do that!" his face twisted into forms of agony.
       "Separate us?! He'll kill us!" Espoir shouted at him and went to kick him but Mort held her back.
       "No, you'll get sucked in too." he said.
       As he finished his sentence black light shot from the cut and kept growing until it engulfed all of Sinne. After a few moments it faded away and Sinne was no longer there and Liv's staff was pulsing a soft yellow.
       Rohkeus opened his mouth to say something when the whole room shook. White brick and glass fell from the ceiling and cracks stretched up the pillars like long fingers. The Emotions were thrown to the floor but only Liv seemed to be in pain. Mort stumbled across the shaking room towards her and collapsed by her side.
       "What's wrong?" he shouted over the roar of tumbling brick.
       She raised a hand and pointed through the arc. Mort helped her up with her arm around his shoulders and lead her through the arc with the others following shakily. They reached the main door when the shaking stopped. Rohkeus pushed open the door and light flooded over them but all eyes were now on the six figures climbing to their feet in the small, stone courtyard.
       They each were rubbing their heads and no climbing up the steps. The Emotions all looked at each other  for a moment then the nine in the doorway knelt before the six new comers.
       The Original Feeling were back.

Was anyone expecting that? Probably but I was just to blind to notice. And don't say that 'Sinne was just given rebirth so he shouldn't be there, there should only be five Feeling there' or something. It's no typo, it' meant to be like that.

Lynxia x

Saturday, 7 July 2012

Patchwork, Chapter 8 - Espoir's Shame...

       The four Emotions walked to the outskirts of town and then entered the forest. The thick, tall trees loomed over head and the leaves high above made the light that filtered down slightly green in colour. They had travelled only a few metres into the dense forest but already the sight and sound of the road was gone to be replaced by an eerie silence. Roots snagged at their feet and with every step the trees became more crowded and the light became less. After only a few minutes of it was deathly quiet, except for the sounds of breathing, and the light so little you could only see about two feet in front of you. 
       "Mort," Liv's slightly shaky voice said from somewhere behind him "Are you sure this is the right way?" she asked.
       A bird crowed somewhere in the darkness above them.
       "Yeah, God knows I don't want to get lost in here." Espoir muttered.
       "Don't worry, Live, I can remember where it is." Mort said, climbing through a gap in between two trees.
       He heard Rätsel sigh as he followed and then a ripping sound. Mort turned to see Rätsel's white school shirt was now missing its right arm and part of its side. The parts of the shirt in the question were snagged on a low branch.
       "Oh, come on!" Rätsel exclaimed, exasperated, whilst wiping some blood from his arm that had also been cut by the branch. He chucked a stone at the tree in frustration then carried on.
       Mort smirked.
       "Shut up." Rätsel snapped at him, giving him a slight push. 
       They travelled further into the darkness in silence, the trees still closing in. After half an hour of walking, tripping and stumbling they reached a small glade. A small circle of sky could be seen above the middle and it showed  cold, grey clouds whipping through the air. The grass was moist, dark green and fairly long with small patches of mushroom lining the small space.
       They dumped their school bags by a tree and Mort went and stood in the middle of the glade and pressed the pad of the middle finger on his right hand onto the palm of his left. The other three joined him, made the action and waited.
       "This isn't going to be like using the main portal - it won't be a smooth journey." he said. "With the main port, it's almost instant but with this..." he trailed off.
       "If I die, Mort, I'm going to kill you." Espoir said with a glare.
       Mort was about to snap back when the symbol started to pulse slowly on his hand.
       "Here we go..." Rätsel said quietly.
       Mort thought back to when he had last used this port and remembered with a jolt that it was when him and Liv had been sent to, finally, overthrow Opstanak. Opstanak had taken Prirodni and Mort had lead hi army through this portal while Liv lead hers through the portal that was now used as the main one. 
       The pulsing started to get quicker and Mort felt he pull of Prirodni, his home dimension. The figures around him started to blur and then the pulsing became a solid glow.
       A link had been established.
       Mort felt his feet leave the floor and scatter into nothingness.  He was vaguely aware that Rätsel, Liv and Espoir were travelling with him but he tried to stay focused on where he was going. They passed other windows in the stream and saw other dimension with barren desert planets or dimensions where insects were the dominant species but they kept going for the shining white shards at the end of the blackness that is the vortex. They were almost there when Mort felt like something snapped inside him, pain raced across his chest and he was blown off course.
       He shot backwards and felt like he was falling but he had no body to fall with. It was more like his conciousness was falling. A window opened beneath him showing a rippling expanse of water and jaggard rocks rising up to meet him. He was centimetres away from the portal when an invisible hand grabbed his non-existent wrist and pulled him back. He could not tell who it was but they pushed him through the portal to Prirodni and he collapsed on the snow white grass.
       He clutched his side where pain was still stretching out across his torso. Usually, when going through the main portal, going through the stream takes less than a second and you rarely catch a glimpse of any other windows but when using a second rate portal, things are slower and can go wrong.
       Mort got up coughing and turned to thank Liv or Ratsel as he knew they would have been the ones to save him but he found them wearing matching looks of shock and they were looking at Espoir.
       Hope had saved him.
       She stood gasping for breath but seemed to be alright. She threw a glare at Mort and stood up straight.
       "Thanks you." Mort said, sincere but so shocked that his eyes were as round as plates.
       Espoir sneered. "Yeah, well." she snarled and walked in the general direction of the Hall. 
       Rätsel and Liv shook their heads to clear them of shock and followed her with Mort. 
       Mort knew Espoir hated him and would snap if he asked but the question broke free anyway. "Why did you save me? You hate me so why not just let me die?"
       She stopped, turned her head t the left and looked at him over her shoulder, her brown eyes softening slightly. "Because, I might hate you but if Survival is  back then I don't want to face him without you there." she sighed, turned to face him fully and put her hands on her hips. "I don't like to admit it, Death, but you are powerful and clever, to some extent and you're the only person Survival ever truly feared." she said. Mort was completely taken aback with surprise that Espoir had just complimented him. "So now I'e made an idiot of myself, can we get going before I die of embarrassment?" she snapped, back to her usual self.
        Mort was comforted. Nice Espoir was... Creepy, to say the least, in his opinion.

Oh my, what shall happen now...?

Lynxia x

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Patchwork, Chapter 7 - Closer And Closer...

       The next day passed in a flurry of pen tapping and clock watching for Mort. Every hour, every minute, every second counting down. He could see the numbers ticking down in his mind's eye. His last lesson on Monday was core history. He was staring at the white clock on the wall.
       Two minutes, thirty-nine seconds...
       He was tapping his pen quickly on the table.
       Two minutes, thirty-four seconds...
       "Mr Nightingale." the voice swam into his mind but made no connections. "Mr Nightingale!" Mrs Johnson shouted and woke him from his clock watching daze.
       "Yeah?" he asked, startled and dragging his eyes away from the clock.
       "Finally, I seem to have got your attention. Now tell me, how many died in the hundred year war?" she asked, looking at him like she was going to eat him if he got it wrong. Her white dark hair was tied back from her face and her nose was pointed, only adding to the affect that she was a hawk about to eat a mouse.
       "Uh, around one million, five hundred thousand to two million, Miss." he said.
       "Well, it looks like I've managed to teach you something, now pay attention!" she said and turned back to writing on the board while Mort returned to staring at the clock.
       One minute, forty seven seconds...
       The tapping of the pen returned.
       One minute, thirty nine seconds...
       Mort dumped his stuff in his bag with one movement of his arm.
       One minute, twenty four seconds...
       He chewed on his lip. The teacher told everyone else to pack away and get ready for the bell. He shrugged on his blazer and stood with the rest of the class and got ready for the bell. He lifted his back pack onto his shoulder and waited.
       Fifty eight seconds...
       He watched the red hand tick round, almost in slow motion, his eyes following it's every move.
       Forty seconds...
       Nearly half way there. Closer and closer...
       Thirty two seconds...
       ... Closer and closer...
       Twenty six seconds...
       ... Closer and closer... The hand ticked round and Mort started to wonder if it was a good idea at all to see the Council.
       Fifteen seconds...
       No, he knew he had to go. The route may be dangerous but less so than if he did not go.
       Nine seconds...
       No chance for second thoughts now, Opstanak had to be stopped.
       The bell rang clearly through the corridors and when it had finished ringing Mrs Johnson nodded. "Okay class, dismissed." she said and they all piled through the door. Mort got on the other side and started sprinting down the corridor with Rätsel right behind him. They were three feet away from the door when a voice called out behind them.
       "Mort!" it called.
       Mort stopped, reluctantly, heaved an agitated sigh and turned to see Liv and Espoir walking over to them. "Yeah, Liv? What's up?" he asked, feeling the precious seconds slipping past.
       "You've been watching the clocks all day, both of and you haven't said twenty words between you all day. What's wrong?" she asked, a look in her eye that suggested she knew what they were doing and was going to stop them.
       "Nothing." he said and turned to go. For once, he wasn't nervous around Liv.
       "You're a terrible liar, Mort." Espoir and Liv said together.
       He turned back round. "Right, you want to know, then fine - two night ago, I had a dream vision that Opstanak is back and now I'm gonna go tell the Council but I have to use an old portal because Sinne has banned me from Main." he said in one breath.
       Him and Rätsel started away but Liv grabbed his arm with a hand like an iron clamp. "You don't mean-" she started, her eyes widening.
       "Yes," Mort cut her off "The old portal off the B468." he said.
       "I won't let you." she said, shaking her head. Espoir stood looking bored.
       "Try and stop me." Mort growled, a little more sinister than he intended, shrugged off her arm and went outside onto the steps.
       "Then I'm coming with you!" Liv called and caught up with him and Rätsel. "You can't fight this alone." she said then looked over her shoulder at Espoir, her eyebrows arched.
       She sighed heavily. "Oh, fine but if I die - I am going to kill you Mort." she said, pointing at him and giving him a death glare.
       Liv and Espoir started forward.
       Why me? Mort mouthed at Rätsel.
       Rätsel shrugged and they jogged to catch up. 
       "Let the saving of the world begin." Espoir said, sarcasm dripping from each sound.

What do you think is gonna happen? Good trip? Bad trip? Going after Opstanak or some new plot twist? I do wonder...

Lynxia x

Monday, 2 July 2012

Patchwork, Chapter 6 - The Beginning Of The End...

       "Dude, it was real!" Mort said.
       "Come on, it was a dream. Three reasons why it can't be real, A: the Council would know and tell the rest of us, B: who in their right mind would release Opstanak, C: you were asleep, Mort, dreams happen when you're asleep." Rätsel said, sitting down on the park bench.
       Mort sighed and sat next to him. "But it's happened to me before, remember, near the end of the War. I had a dream of what Opstanak was planning and we were able to head him off at first light." He rubbed his head. "You weren't there, it just felt so real."
       "Some dreams do, you just can't help it." Rätsel said, leaning back.
       "Hang on, you control riddles..." Mort said, an idea leaping to mind.
       Rätsel looked at him from the corner of his eyes. "... Yes." he said slowly.
       "So you can tell if something is true or not." Mort said, hope filling him now.
       "That I can." Rätsel replied, nodding slowly.
       "So, if I tell you that someone's freed him, can you tell if it's true or not?" Mort was almost giddy but he kept a straight face.
       Rätsel sighed. "Go on then."
       "Opstanak is free." Mort said, slowly and clearly.
       Rätsel waited a few seconds while he mulled it over, seeing if he could tell without his Resps. Suddenly his face grew dark and his eyes widened. He turned to Mort fully. "Oh my God."
       "Exactly! So will you help me?" Mort asked.
       "Fine, but we have to go and see the Council first. I'm not going anywhere near an Instinct without backup." he said.
       "Then we'll go tomorrow, right after school." Mort said as rain started to fall. It splashed into the pond sending ripples across the surface. People started to hurry away now, seeking shelter from the rain. Mort and Rätsel got up. "I'll talk to dad too, see if he can help. He is on the Council."
       "I'll talk to mum too then. Just don't do anything stupid without me." Rätsel said with a small smile and walked out of the park and towards his house.
       Mort knew now that this was big. He knew that he had beat the Instincts before but his mortal form had been older, stronger and he had had his Resps. Now he wondered if he would be out helping to stop Opstanak at all if he told the Council. He turned in the opposite direction and started his own walk home.


       When he got there, Paura was already home. "Hello Mort." she said, when he walked in, his clothes soaked.
       "Hiya." he replied, ringing out his jacket. "Mum, if I told you that I had a dream that Opstanak was free, what would you do?" he asked.
       "I'd advise you to ask your father when he got home and then speak to the Council. Why?" she said, looking up from her work.
       He sat opposite her at the table. "Well, um, last night I had this dream, well, more of a vision really, that someone released Opstanak." he said, looking at the grooves in the wooden table rather than at Paura.
       Even without looking at her he felt Fear's fear. It landed on the room, dropping the temperature and the air seemed to become thick. "This happened before, I remember. Near the end of the War. What about the other Instincts? Are they back too? God knows they would come back with a vengeance." she asked.
       Mort remembered the last stretch of the War. The Emotions had yet to subdue the Instincts. Mort and Liv were at the head of the two main forces but still, people died. He remembered how Lussuria and Kutatás had sought him out and pleaded with him. They had told him how Opstanak had become obsessed with crushing everything. Rätsel had been the one to decide to trick them, he reasoned that they could not be trusted - they might just want Opstanak out or it was a trick. And so, they had lead them to the Old City where they had fooled them into the caskets then they had combined many Emotions to force them into a sleep that only Mort or Liv could awaken them from. That was how the Instincts had come to fall. That was the beginning of the end for the siblings. Lust and Exploration fell first and then, the last sibling, Survival. The caskets had locked them inside Human Nature and they had not awoken in almost twelve thousand years.
      "No, Lussuria and Kutatás are not awake. Opstanak said something about them not being trustworthy." he said, his eyes clouded and distant. He could still see the dense jungles and extreme deserts they had fought in to protect the early human race. Any evidence of battles was gone now but if you looked in certain places you could still see a few odd things that didn't belong there...
       "Well, seek the Council's permission first but I think I know what they'll say." Paura said. It wasn't very often Mort saw Paura feeling her own emotion, she was usually calm and collected but now... He could see the shadows under her eyes and she seemed as old as she really was. Just for a moment, but a moment was all it took.
       "What is it you think they'll say?" Mort asked, he had a vague idea but whether it would help or make things worse, he did not know.
       She sighed. "I think they might tell you to awake the other Instincts." she said.
       Even though Mort suspected this would be what she would say it still hit him like a blow to the gut. "But they'd hate me. I've seen their power and Lussuria had known what was coming as Kutatás went first. She would kill me." he said.
       "That's just a risk-" she was interrupted by the front door opening.
       Sinne walked in and saw us both at the table. He grunted his greeting.
       "Sinne, pull up a chair. Mort has something to tell you." Paura said.
       Sinne hesitated then sat down and arched his eyebrows. "Well?"
       "Last night I had a dream, well, a sort of vision that Opstanak was woken up and I was wondering if I could get a hearing with the Council." Mort said.
       Sinne gave a faint smile. "I know it has happened before, Mort, but maybe that was all it was, a dream. Besides, if Opstanak was back, the Council would know but we have heard nothing from the Old City." he said.
       "But I saw someone helping him and I got Rätsel to-"
       "Enough!" Sinne roared. "Opstanak is not back and there is no need to bother the Council with such petty problems."
       "I said enough, now get out." Sinne snapped and pointed from the room.
       Mort pushed back his chair so violently that is flew back against the wall and smashed. He stormed up the stairs. Sinne wasn't going to stop him telling the Council. There's more than one way to get to the dimension, Mort thought.

This reminded me how much fun it is to write Patchwork! Magic, mystery and loveable characters! I love it!!

Lynxia x