Dawn Of Emotions RD 1

Okay. So this is a WIP that I’ve been working on for a while. It’s just the first draft of the beginning, but I thought I’d put it up on here.

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I don’t really care about all of this, but hey, it’s an easy grade. This assignment is about somebody who’s made an impact on my family before I was born. I just want to get this done, so here’s the jist of it. This little girl was picked up by my now dead uncle. He loved her, or so I was told. He had my mother take care of her while he was away doing whatever. Then he died, and left the little kid with mom. Then the girl died because she wasn’t a human. She wasn’t important, but people thought she was. I don’t care. Just fail me already. I hate this class anyway.

Okay….So. That didn’t go well. I failed the class, and then mom got mad, so now I had to go see an oracle to see the entire story from when my uncle met the little girl to when she died. I had to write down everything I see and hear. Let the suck begin.

So I finally made it to the oracle point that mother had arranged for me. It’s close to home, so mother would know if I ever came there. I was stuck there, so I might as well have done what I was supposed to. It wasn’t going to be a very pleasant experience, but it’s much better than just doing nothing for three hours.

I kinda thought it would all just be done in one huge explosion of information. I thought I wouldn’t have to come back again. I was wrong. I was watching it in real time, or it felt like real time. I later learned that it was actually accelerated real time, but that’s not important. What’s important is what I saw.

I guess the best way to describe how things started was silently. I saw the man that I assumed was my dead uncle. He had soft, blue eyes and light brown hair that almost went down to his shoulders. He wasn’t exactly as I had imagined. I thought he’d be this tough looking man with a dark personality, but I knew almost nothing about him. It wasn’t a big deal to me what he was like, though, because at that moment, all I could see was a crimson stream of blood flowing to the ground from the man’s sword. It was wonderfully morbid, yet I still had to look around. Where was I? Why didn’t anybody see what had just happened? My uncle had just killed a man in cold blood. Why wasn’t anybody saying anything?

I tried to scream out, but I was looking into the past. Nobody could hear me, but they should have heard the little girl who saw what had just happened. They didn’t though, because the girl didn’t scream at all. She kept quite, but my uncle…oh what was his name…I don’t remember. Anyway, my uncle saw her, and all he did was walk into the little orphanage that the little girl was staying in.

He walked inside and said that he wanted to talk to the children. The woman didn’t have any reason to doubt his intentions. I was sure that he was going to simply walk in, kill the girl and leave, but that’s where I was wrong. The man sat down right beside the girl and just waited for her response. What kind of mind trick are they playing on one another? I don’t get it. Just kill the girl, and run. It’s that simple. Why don’t you get rid of the only person who saw you kill that man and be done with it?

After what felt like an hour of waiting, the man stood up and asked the caretaker if he could adopt the little girl. The woman just smiled and started filling out the paperwork. Wait a second…Hold up. What the heck is going on here? People don’t just sit with a someone who saw them murder another man and randomly decide to adopt them.

The woman didn’t even know the girl’s real name, but the girl had only been there for a few months. I walked over to look at the paperwork then smacked my forehead. My uncle’s name was Kaym. I remember that now. Yay me. Anyway, Kaym successfully adopted the little girl and everything was okay for the moment. He wasn’t killing her at the moment, so I didn’t think it was going to be a huge deal. I simply followed them, watching how they reacted.

The girl simply walked beside Kaym as he instructed her to. She’s really well behaved for someone so young. She doesn’t look any older than six. My assumption is that she’s Dawn, but once again, I may be wrong. I’m not the most astute person in the world. I’m just thirteen years old myself, but this isn’t my story. If it was, it’d make a lot more sense.

Okay, so they’re just walking. This is soooo boring. Why can’t they talk? Isn’t every good story all about the deep dialogue and the action? I bet this is just going to be another girly story about how two people fall in love…and one’s way to young so she dies because she can’t be the one he loves. That’s messed up. Nah. That’s too exciting for something my parents care about. She probably dies by a freak accident or something lame that couldn’t have been avoided.

Oh well. I think he just said something…No nevermind he’s humming. The girl’s kinda cute though. She has pitch black hair and jade green eyes. I bet if she smiled, she’d be even cuter. Bleh. She’s dead now, right? Why am I asking you? You probably know even less than I do, unless you’re my mother. Mom knows everything about the story. I bet she’s told me the entire thing a hundred times, but I never really paid attention. I’m in for a shock, and I know it. The twist is, that it’s going to suck even more live.

I’m sorry about all this complaining, I just really don’t want to be here. It’s like going to a funeral. You know their life is over, but people think it’s so important to do. Can I just go home now? I didn’t think so.
I looked up to Kaym and Dawn then shrugged. Kaym finally decided to start talking to Dawn about why he was in town. “I’m from a warrior’s guild in the city of Tariv, and my recent mission was to…well to make sure that someone wasn’t being mean to anyone anymore to put it lightly.”

Dawn didn’t respond, and I didn’t blame her. She saw what happened. She knew what Kaym did to the man. She had no idea what Kaym was going to do to her now though. I thought it was going to be something worth watching though. It was a very interesting encounter between those two.

Kaym looked down to the little girl and sighed gently. He was trying to think of what else to say, what he could tell her that might get her to talk, but nothing came to mind. He just kept walking, until he decided to talk about his family. “My grandparents helped save the world once. They used to be known as heros, but now…” He let out a deep sigh before he continued talking to the indifferent child. “Things have changed a lot since then.”

I looked over to Kaym and sighed softly. He wasn’t a very interesting man at all. He was a warrior when the world was filled with warriors. His sword was a normal looking broadsword. The hilt wasn’t special at all either. He was normal at first glance and all the other glances as well. I don’t really understand why he was so special.

Dawn looked back, and for a moment I thought she could see me, but I was wrong. I knew I was wrong. I wasn’t really there. She looked forward again right as a carriage sped past them.

Kaym chuckled and pulled Dawn over on his other side. “Too close to the road to be safe, little one,” Kaym said as though Dawn cared at all. Doesn’t he realize that she doesn’t care at all. She cares even less than I do. She just does as she’s told, silently, as though she thinks that speaking would make her less of a person or something like that. I don’t know or care about why she’s so fsking quiet.

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That’s the beginning. It’s not the greatest thing out there, but…it’s a start. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.

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This Stupid Thing Called Love: The Result

I looked down in horror at what I had done. My best friend was laying on the ground in a bloody mess. I shivered softly and looked down at her blood stained body. Tears fell down my cheeks, but I wasn’t ready to let her die.
I don’t know what came over me. I tried to think back to what had happened before I had attacked her. Nothing came. Did I really just lose it on my best friend? What was going on? Why? Why did I do it?
A few minutes later I finally made it to the emergency room. When the doctor asked me what happened, I looked down and slowly shook my head. “I don’t know,” I half-lied. I wasn’t even sure what I had done to her. I wished that I could remember. I’ve never blacked out before.

After the doctor took her away, I sighed and sat down in a chair so i could try to think things through. The last thing I remember was hugging her. She said that she had good news for me, and the next thing I know, I was pulling my fist away from her.
What did she want to tell me? Why is this so hard to wrap my mind around? I hurt her. I almost killed my best friend, the one person I’ve ever lo…No.

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This may or may not be what I was talking about in my previous blog update. I have one or two other stories floating in my head right now. This is the one that I’ve decided to showcase on here. It’s the one I’ve put more thought into, and it’s also the one with the most dramatic start. This is not the true beginning to the story. It starts near the end of the tale and works back around so that everything makes sense.

Class Assignment

I don’t really care about all of this, but hey, it’s an easy grade. This assignment is about somebody who’s made an impact on my family before I was born. I just want to get this done, so here’s the jist of it. This little girl was picked up by my now dead uncle. He loved her, or so I was told. He had my mother take care of her while he was away doing whatever. Then he died, and left the little kid with mom. Then the girl died because she wasn’t a human. She wasn’t important, but people thought she was. I don’t care. Just fail me already. I hate this class anyway.

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The start to a book that I’ve been putting off for quite a while now. I have everything needed to do it, but I’ve been trying to figure out a few minor details that might end up being bigger than I expected. Anyway, this is the start, the fated class project that got the girl writing about someone her mother thought was important. This is actually a writing style that I haven’t seen used in anything that I’ve ever written. It’s first person, but it’s done in such a way that it’s felt more like third person. There will be breaks when the girl’s just stating her opinion on matters, but there’s so much more that I plan on doing into it. Anybody interested in learning more on it?

Daughter of Darkness 1

Trivi, the final partial Chao, the last of her kind, walked into a large building as a man started setting up a few tables. Her pitch black hair swayed behind her with each step that she took closer to the man, noticing that another was walking over to him, carrying a small stack of books. “Hello. Have you come for the book signing, love?” Trivi nodded meekly and pulled out a thickly wrapped book from her satchel. “Y-yes. I…It…Well…I just felt a strong connection to..to the people in the book. They…I’m one of them.”

Both men looked back to Trivi and smiled softly, the first going over to get a better look at her. “Well, I’ll be a Dari’s Crimson!” the man exclaimed. “We’ve got a partial over here! Jake. You were right. Darnks. This is truly spectacular. Miss…What is your name?”

Trivi looked up to the man, trying not to blush even though she could feel her cheeks getting warmer with each passing moment. “My name is Trivi. Trivi Caligio. Are you…Rivera?”

The man laughed deeply, nodding in response. “I am, and my friend here is Jake, the man responsible for making this work of fiction so believable. He’s a logger, a keeper of history, and his specialty is your ancestry. He knows more about your kind than even you, I assume.”

Trivi looked down and nodded sadly, a tear slowly falling down her tan skin. “I only know what most people know. even my parents didn’t know very much.” She looked over to Jake then back to her book. “Why isn’t your name on the book as well then?”

Jake looked to the books and smiled gently. “I am but a logger, Trivi. What I did to help was tell him the history of Chao and what makes them who they are. The fictional aspect is all him, and since the history doesn’t make the story, I did nothing to write the book. He didn’t write all that I told him. He was just interested so that he didn’t write a story that was against the truth of your people.”

The partial looked down and sighed. “Oh. That makes sense,” she said, doubting herself for the moment. “I…I…Could you sign my book? Both of you?”

Rivera laughed at her request, but he grabbed Trivi’s book and set it in front of Jake, quickly handing the man a pen. “Of course. Anything for a fan of the truth in the book.” Jake swiftly signed the book, handing it and the pen back to Rivera who quickly signed the book and had Jake grab a third chair so he could talk to Trivi when he wasn’t signing books. Trivi looked down at the two signatures. “Rivera Libertad.” “Jake Frostfire.” Jake chatted with Trivi as well, talking to her about anything and everything he could think of. She was the first Chao of any kind that he had seen, which was true for almost every one of those who came to the book signing.

Everybody had questions for Trivi, and some even asked if she could show them some chaos magic, which she was more than happy to do; usually it was a simple stream of chaos that vanished into the air above or around the humans, but there were a few times when Trivi used her chaos to distort things around the room, such as the chairs, though she always returned things back to normal after her display.

After the signing was over, Jake asked Trivi out so they could continue talking. He was very interested in what she was like, not only as a Chao, but as a person as well. She accepted, and they both started dating for the next few years, getting to know one another as they got closer. The wedding was simple. Trivi dressed in the traditional black dress that her mother had worn on her wedding. “I miss her, Trivi said to her maid of honor, best friend, and soon to be sister-in-law, Jessica.

Jessica nodded gently and held onto Trivi’s hand for a moment. “Of course you do, Trivs, but you’re making her a very proud mother today. Even if she’s in the realm of light, I bet, she’s still standing there, watching you give your life to the only man on Edge who would treat you as a person, instead of a Chao. You’re a very special woman, and he understands that, but he treats you with love and compassion that nobody else could. Now I’m going to go ahead. It’s almost time. You better not back out now. I got dressed up and everything just for you two, and if it’s all for nothing, I’m going to feed you to my stick pile again.”

Trivi laughed softly and nodded as Jessica walked out of the room. She looked at her dress again then looked up to the ceiling. “It’s so hard without you two here. He’s a sweet man, but this is a big step. I’m going to do this, but…I just wish you could be here. It’d be much easier than doing this all alone.” She let out one final sigh and walked out, making that lifelong commitment to Jake.

It was just a few months before Trivi came with child. As the months went by, Trivi started drinking a pitch black drink, known as Karivincta or “Liquid Chaos” as some called it. The drink was known to help Chao mothers produce chaos during pregnancy.

It was a normal day, unlike any of the others before it. Jake woke up and made breakfast while Trivi slowly got up and drank some Karivincta. It wasn’t a bad drink to her at all. It was mostly made up of blood berry juice infused with chaos, so there was nothing harmful to her kind, and a human would have to drink more than a thousand a day for ten years to gain any chaotic powers.

Jake smiled as Trivi gently sat down in her chair and looked down to her plate. It had eggs, some bacon, pancakes, and a box of Chaotrims, Trivi’s favourite snack food. As they ate, Jake asked Trivi what was on her mind. “I…I don’t know, sweetie. It’s been over a year, and we even have a child on the way, yet…I feel as though things are just going too perfect. We have had our little bumps in the road, but we’ve always gotten things back to normal. We’ve never faced anything that we couldn’t handle…Isn’t that at least a little strange?”

Before Jake could answer the question, Trivi winced in pain, almost falling from her chair as her chaos starts to swirl around her. Jake instantly got up and rushed over to his wife, helping her back up. “Fsk. What’s wrong, sweetie?”

Trivi gasped, suddenly short on breath. “It’s…the baby. It…wants out NOW!” Jake nodded and quickly grabbed his and Trivi’s jackets, helping his wife get hers on before he opened the door just to see the woman fall to the ground in pain, her chaos shooting out from her, going out to further than the eye could see.

For a few moments, it looked as through Trivi was dead. She wasn’t breathing, and her light brown eyes were glossed over as though they had no life in them. “Trivi!!?” Jake cried out as he tried not to drop her limp body. Jake looked down for a moment as tears slowly fell down his cheeks. He gently looked up right as a bright light shone from all around his wife’s body. He looked at the light, unsure of what was going on, but hoping that it meant his wife wasn’t dead.

Moments later, Trivi opened her eyes as a thick, black cloud of chaos slowly came to her, slowly seeping into her body. “J-Jake…The baby. Please. Hurry. She still wants out.” Jake nodded and hurried, pulling his wife into a carriage, driving her off to the hospital.

Hours later, Trivi looked at her daughter, half scared, half happy that it was just over. “Her…everything. Her hair…Her eyes…Her skin…It’s all…white.”

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And that’s the start of the first draft. Not sure if I’ll put the next part up or not. Anyway, the next post I put up will be an attempt at helping my fellow writers out. Bye for now.

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