Chapter 8

Lia POV
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I listen to the waterfall. Whoosh, whoosh whoosh.
Not my kind of thing. Water, I mean. It's all wet and stuff.
I shudder.

Lori, for your sake, I hope your right on this, I think.
I am right, Lorissa smiles. I always am.

I roll my eyes. Yeah, right.

Exactly!

You're hopelss, you know that?

No I'm not. I'm full of hope!

Hopeless.

I take a breath, about to dive in. I can feel the sheild, rippleing across my skin.

Lorissa flies ahead of me though the waterfall, then back. See? I'm a-o-kay.

I laugh.

Common! Lori says.

I'm comming, I'm comming.

I fly through the roaring waterfall, bracing myself for the cold.

It doesn't come.

Wow. You were right.

Surpirsed?

Kinda.

Lori laughs. Look around, why don't ya?

I look.

We standing-er, hovering-in an air pocket.

Yeah. An air pocket.

Apperently the place the 'myths' live was in the middle of the waterfall.

Ooo-kay. Where are we?

Rynewlib, the air-pocket city.

Huh?

Rynewlib. Its Faerie.

Which means....?

City in the Waterfall. Rough translation.

You fluent?

I speak all the language of the 'myths.' Faerie, Elven, Mere, Were, Vampyre-

Vampyre? Were?

Vampyre. Why do you think there been all those disappearances in Blackrain?

I nod. I can understand that. But a whole Vampyre language?

Uhh-huh. New Age & Tradtional. She smiles.

I laugh.

What about the Weres? What are they? Any wolves?

She laughs. Were wolves really are myths. No, we have WereLions, WereBears, and WereElephants.

I laugh again. WereElephants. In all my years, I would never, ever, ever guess that WereElephants walked the Earth.

"Ummm....Excuse me, miss, but why are you laughing?" A timid little 'myth' tugges on my dress.

Lori, who is this?

Lori smiles, and touches the ground. "Why hello there, Dyilia. Thats my twin sister, Lia." She hugs the black-haired girl. "She just found out about WereElephants."

"Oh." Dyilia wiggles free from my sister's grasp. "How is that funny?" She frowns.

I laugh again. "Well, I'm kinda used to WereWolves, and stuff like that."

It is Dyilia's turn to laugh. "WereWolves? Now THAT is funny."

I blush.

"Dyilia, would like to lead my sister and I to the your mother?" Lorissa says.

"Do I have to? You know the way as well as I do!" Dyilia crosses her arms.

"Now, Dyilia, I would think that as the daughter of one of the Council memmbers, as one of Rynewlib's Princesses, to show the Silver One to the Council.

"Ooo-kay. Hold up." I say. "Silver One? Council? Princess? Explain."

Dyilia rolles her eyes. "She's the Silver One? She knows nothing. Nice going, Lorissa."

"Dyilia's mother will explain." Lorissa sighs. "I'm not good at explaining things."

I sigh. It's true. She flunks English, year after year, because she always messes up the reports and gets tongue-tied when she tries to present.

Still, I don't like the sound of this 'Silver One' business

Chapter Seven

OMG! WTF? CAT?!?!?
I don't expect you to understand that.
Anyways.
Ebil New charrie! New POV! Really just an intro.
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I tap my nails, a perfectly painted gold. I like gold. The best for the best, no?
"What?" I say. "What do you have? Is it something about the Faeries? Good or bad? You know what? I don't what to hear it." I just love doing that, not even letting them have a chance to speak. So fun.
"B-but Miss Saelianna...it's important." The big one, bald, about 40 stutters.
"Richie, how many times have I have told you not to call me that? This place could be bugged. You, off all people should know that." I smile, just to throw him off.
"I dunno.....at least a 500." Richie gulps.
"And how many times have I told you not to a wise guy? No pun in tented."
To anyone not in the know, this would have looked mighty funny. A girl, not even a teen yet, bossing a man who look was both 4 times her age and size?
But most 12-year-old girls weren't Saelianna Smite.
Most 12-year-old girls don't own a gun, let alone a crime ring.
One of the top 5 crime rings in America, to be exact.
Nice, eh?
Like I said, most 12-year-old girls weren't Saelianna Smite.
"I dunno." Richie puts his hands behind his back and looks at his feet.
I let it slide. Goons, no matter how smart, are goons. And Richie Baladove just happened to be one of those goons.
"What is it?" I stand up, hands on desk. "What is it?"
"B-b-b-but said you didn't what to know!" The small one says.
"I very well I know what I said, Karl."
"Hey, what a sec. How come you could say our names, we can't yours?" Richie is slow on the uptake.
"Raise your hand if you own a crime ring." I raise mine. Both Richie and Karl's stay put. "Exactly."
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Short, sweet, lets you meet the charrie. Nice, no?

Your Not Gonna Understand a Word of this...But It's Not at all Randomness

That rhymed. Yay! =]

OMG! WTF! CAT! X]
The Family Business. o.O
u nwkr qgwb gw anukws. ;]
PIE! X]
Holy Tax Accountant! X]
Metallicar =]
The Colt + Edward= Yay! =]
Angel Radio =]
There's an Angel and a Demon siting the back seat.... X]
I always thought he meant the state. =]
KAZ 2Y5 =]

I can go on and on..

Who Are You And What Have You Done To Juliana Lynne Conradi?

Okay, I'm gonna do this Supernatural Style =]

Then:
Julie was a super-hyper kid who never shut up
Julie was flunking math
Was afraid of blood (very big)
Julie never had a second thought.
Julie was incomplete.

Now:
I am still hyper (sometimes)
I can make my self shut up!
I am getting A's
Now fear of blood, whatsoever. (I'm afraid of needles now =/)
I have second thoughts. And third. And fourth...
I am whole...i guess.



Now this might not seem like a big deal to you, but I tell you, 6 or so months ago, 'Demon Hunter' wouldn't have been #3 on my list of Chosen Professions. It wouldn't have even been on the list. and now it's only #3 because of the very low probabilty of it happening, otherwise it would be #1.
6 or so months ago watching 8 episodes of Supernatural would have given me nightmares for months. Last night (or this morning), I stayed up until 3 doing exactly that. And I fell asleep on the couch right afterward, to a dreamless sleep.
6 months or so ago I wouldn't have been begging to let my mom get me Doc Martins.
Oops.
I did say that?
I blame Yasmin!

Chapter Six

Ohmygosh!

This chapter is from Lorissa's POV! She has a more refined voice...whereas Lia has a more hardcore one...

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It strikes me strange that Lia expected me as her twin sister so fast. If I'd been her, I would have been skeptical.

But she agreed to me so fast, like her subconscious knew all long.

Which, considering my 'life' lately, was all too possible.
I take another look at my sister, who was flying a bit behind me.

She was all silver.

That was why I'm taking her to meet the 'myths' in Faerie form.

Faeries that have silver, even just a bit, have powerful magic.

Lia is pure silver.

My twin sister is the most powerful Faerie-or 1/8 Faerie-in History, all History, Both human and 'myth.'

Now don't you go thinking I'm jeaulos of my sister. By no means am I.
Do you know the amount of responsibility she will hold in the 'myth' community? Yes, the 'myth' community. Not just the Faerie's but all other 'myths'.
Nothing like this has ever happened before.
Ever.
So yeah, I'm not jealous.
Of course, even though we can read each others minds, we can only the thoughts we want each other to hear. So Lia had no idea. And I was not out to tell her.
"We're almost here." I think.
The last safe place for 'myths' was deep in Blackrain Forest, where no ordinary human could reach; behind a roaring waterfall, was a giant meadow, where hundreds of thousands of 'myths'.
"Behind here." I touch down at the base of the waterfall.
"We are going to go through a waterfall?" She lands behind me.
"Um...yes?" I raise an eyebrow, I happen to be quite good at it.
"Crap."
I laugh. That is so Lia.
"Oh. Right. You don't like getting wet."
"Is the waterfall necessary?"
I nod.
"Crap."
Suddenly, an idea comes to my head.
Shield. I think Create a shield.
And how do I do that?
Like this. I radiate my magic over my skin. I fly through the waterfall, then back. Not a drop of water on me. At all.
Could ya go through the process again?
I sigh, and demonstrate for my sister. See?
I think so...let me try. She trys and it works perfectly.
Big suprise.
Ooh, a suprise? Lia looks up. I love suprises. Where?
Nowhere. Nowhere. Now come on.
We fly through the waterfall, the water missing us by feet.

I am on my annule vegatarin kick...

psh...yeah.
The title says it all.
Basicly, every year I make an antempt to become a vegatarin...maybe this year's the year!
Cross your fingers.

can't spell

Chapter Five

"So, what do we do?" Lorissa and I are sitting in Blackwell Manor, half-an-hour later.
"I was hoping you would know. That's why I tracked you down."
Lorissa had grown up in Blackrain Forest, with the vast number of 'myths.' She had herd about a person (me) who sound a lot like her, so she had waited until out our clocks had reset, and befriend me as a 'human.'
'I do know one thing." I brush some dust of the fire place. "Well, three really."
"What?" Lorissa frowns
"Crap. We really need to fix up this place. And I need to meet the myths."
"You said it, agreed, and follow me." Lorissa turned into her Faerie form, ruining another perfectly good dress, a white one from the era we were born.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll fix it later." Lorissa could reading my mind, and only my mind, she was a Faerie. And vice versa.
Brings a whole new meaning to twin telepathy, huh?
I sigh and follow her. "Why are we approaching them as Faeries, anyways?"
"They know me. They don't know you. Aprproaching them as a
myth' is just better."
I flap my wings. "I am a 'myth.' Lets see....Half ghost? Myth. 1/8 Faerie? Check. 3/8 human? Check. I think that quailfys as a 'myth.'" I roll my eyes.
"You know what I mean."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't"
"Look, if you look at bit more like them, they might like you a bit better."
"What, you can't put a good word in for me?"
She stares at me.
I shut up.
For a long time, the only sound is the flapping of our wings.
"We're almost there." Lorissa thinks.
I sigh, and take a deep breath.
Time to meet the 'myths.'

What do you get for the cousin who has everything?

So my cousin's 13 b-day is Monday? Any Ideas?
*needs help* *bad*

PLEASE STOP THE MUSIC

I littarly can't conentrant, at ALL. Stupid ADHD. Stupid stupid stupid.

Chapter Four

Crap.
Lorissa-yes! I finally got it right!-wasn't joking.
I could tell by the two sharp pains in the middle of my back. Right where a pair of wings would be.
Crap.
As if my life wasn't crazy enough already.
"Yow! This hurts!" I shout. "How do stand it?"
"Believe it or not, after a while, you get used to it." Lorissa nods her head up and down.
"Yeah, right." I snort.
"Really!"
"Do I look any different?" I ask.
"Okay...you hair is silver, so are your eyes and wings. Your just that much taller, and that's about it."
"I like black better."
"Pshh...I don't. Silver would be sooo cooler."
"Anyway, whatever" we say at the same time and start laughing.
"What did you mean by 'bugged,' earlier?" I ask.
"Ohh...that."
I look at her with a glare. 'That' was not good, I could tell, I was good at telling those sort of things.
"Lor-lor-lorissa," I say, the name was strange on my tongue, I had trouble saying it, "What do you mean by 'that?'"
She takes a deep breath, sign number two something was up.
"We....we are being f-fol-followed." she spits out. "Someone, purely human, has found out us and our...unique background."
Unique was one way of putting it. I mean, how many people are half-dead, AND can grow wings?
Yeah, I thought so.
"They-it is more than one person as far as I can tell-are planning to trap us, and preform studies one us." she continues. "They plan on putting us in a zoo, along with other 'myths,' like we were common animals!"
"And we would be the big attraction, the headliners." I finish, horror becoming evident on my face.
"Exactly.
I bite my lip.
Not. Good. At. All.
Or, in what I seem to be saying far too often today, crap.

Chapter Three

Marie smile, again. "Good. You trust me."
"Why wouldn't I?" I frown.
"Because, in order to show you want I am about to, you need to trust me."
"Ooo-kay then."
"Don't worry," she smiles, "We will be safe." She start to walk into the thick green.
I follow her, what else was I to do? Go back? No, that was definitely not an option.
The green grew thicker and thicker, to the point where I thought it couldn't be more green.
And then she stopped.
We were in front of a old, broken down house.
"Look," she told me. "Look."
I walked forward. There was a small sign, the words barely legible. "Blackwell Manor?" I frowned. I am a Blackwell. This was my house. Funny, Father never told me about it.
"Marie, what does my house have anything to do with what you are."
"Just about everything, sister of mine."
"Marie, is this a joke? Cause it ain't funny." God, I sound like a cookie cutter.
"Fist of, my name is not Marie." She smiled at me.
"What is it then?"
"Lorissa Mae Blackwell. Your twin sister, and your guardian Faerie. Or ghost-Faerie, anyway" As if on cue, Marie-I mean Lorissa- changes.
Her hair, once a bright red, becomes dark, straight, blacker then the blackest black.
Her green eye once again flash black-and stay that way.
Her freckles fade.
And wings, silver knifes, shoot out of her back.
This really explains the pointed ears.
"Nice try. But if you were really my twin sister, I would be able do that too." I raise my eyebrows, I do have a point. Right?
"Our mother, Ruby Jones, was 1/4 Faerie. Which makes us, her children 1/8 Faerie."
I look at her. I know Faerie are real and all, but know way am I part Faerie. "Oh-Kay then."
Marie-I mean Lorissa-rolls her eyes. "Lia, I can prove it. Think about becoming like me, like a Faerie."
I decide to humor her.

Ten things I bet you didn't know about me

1. I am very paranoid: I never leave my house (or my room for that matter) without a silver bangle and a baggie full of salt. (again don't ask. well you could, but probably you don't want to)
2. meh alter-ego is a half-ghosty named Zahlia Lynx Blackwell, other wise known as Lia
3. blood don't scare meh no more. it used to I only have one thing to say to that: "take that, Brissa!". and "ha-ha-ha-ha"
4. I don't yell at Yasmin. I am talk at her kinda angry and loud. X]
5. I always keep a count-down to thursday. and on thursday, I keep a count down until 9 o'clock
6. I'm pretty sure my blood is 80% pizza, I eat so much of it
7. sometimes I go by Annie (Juliana=me, so Annie can = me)
8. I don't have a happy place. I have a SCARY PLACE! X]
9. paranoid is my favorite word at the moment
10. I had stitches on my right thumb when I was 5

Chapter Two

"What are you?" I whisper, just to make sure that it was not just some coincidence, and that Marie hadn't heard me.

Yeah, like I would be so lucky.

"A human, just like you." Marie answered me with a nervous giggle.

"You are not human. If you were a human, you wouldn't be able to hear me right now."

Marie gulped.

"Show me your ears." I say, checking if she was an elf or Faerie would be the easiest thing to do right now, it would cause a scene, and will be the least painful for her. "Show me your ears."

Slowly, Marie pulls a thick vale of red hair, revealing slightly pointed ears.

"Okay, you partcially human. But what are you?" I ask again.
Marie's green eyes flash black. "What's it to you?"
"You know what's it to me. Now tell me, or God help me, I will kick your bottom from here to China," I growl.
"Not here," She says.
"Oh, yes you will tell me here. All you have to do is whisper it to me and I would here it as if you had yelled. Which you already know," I glare.
"Lee-a."
"Do NOT Lia me."
"But Lia sound just this much cooler than Zahlia, even though it has a 'Z' in it," she frowns.
"Do I care?"
Marie shakes her head, and frowns again. "I guess not, even though it is your name."
Crap. She was trying to distract me. Well, it ain't gonna work, I can tell you that.
"What are you?" I ask for the 3rd time.
"Not here. It is not safe here. This place, it could be bugged. Which it probably is, we-you and me-are being watched, you know," Marie muses.
I look at her like she's crazy. Of course, my motto is everyone is crazy, some just more than others. "Do you a place that is 'safe'?" I say, after about three minutes.
"I take it you don't mind ditching." That was how she said-a statement, not a question. I still nodded.
"Good. Follow me." In one swift motion, Marie pulled her wallet out of the pocket, and a 20 out of her wallet. "Keep the change." She called as we walked out the door, it had only been a 10 dollar meal.
We walked for 5 minutes, the Marie came to a halt at the corner of Main and 5th, which was right past the school. She was looking towards the forest.
"No." I said, plain and simple. "No way. You know wants in there. Or rather, you is possibly in there."
"Pshh, nothings in Blackrain Forest." She turns, and looks at me, a smile-yes, a smile, of all things!-on her face
"Oh, yeah? How do explain all the attacks, the disappearances?" I cross my arms.
"I can. But not here." she her smile grows wider.
Again, I look at her like she's crazy.
"Oh, don't worry," she smiles. "As long as your with me, you can't get hurt. I won't let them."
I gulp. Not good.
"Come." She holds out her hand, waiting of me to take, to go into the Forest.
Don't, my head reasons, don't, don't.
Go, my heart says, you're already half dead, you can't die.
The two voices fill my brain, drowning out every thing. Should I go back to school, to safety? Or go with Marie, my friend, the only person I can trust-right?
I close my eyes.
What to do?
And then, I let my heart take wheel of my actions.
"I'll come"

Ladidadisupernaturalladidadi

If you caught that your smart!
Congratulations!
If you have any question ask me.
Just be prepared: I MIGHT talk your ear off.
Cause who DOESN'T love demon hunters?
Unless your a demon.
It would be understandable then if you didn't like them.
But I'm not a demon, so I love the demon killers.
Now go and talk to the girl who is jealous of the spoon about the teddy bear doctors!*
X]

*that is not randomness. It DOES have a meaning. And in context it is funny. Okay, it is funny about of context too, but still.

Chapter One

I was bored half to death. Of course, I was already half dead. So, I was bored to death? Maybe. I don't really know.
It was precisely 11:54 on a Thursday morning, which was completely being waisted in math class. I mean, common, I was over 100 years old. I've learned more than enough math than Mr. Miller had learned in his lifetime.
So why was I trapped inside of room 187?
Even though I know perfectly well, I wondered.
I know I have to play up my human half, pretend to be a normal 7th grader. But lets face it, I am not a normal 7th grader. I wasn't even a normal as a ghost, for goodness sake! I don't, I won't ever, not once be so-called normal.
The rang, and Mr. Miller's geometry lesson was halted.
I gathered up my books slowly, swung my bag over my shoulder, trudged out of the classroom, where the closest thing I would ever have for best friend, Marie Johnson, was waiting for me.
"How boring was Mr. M's lecture? Could we learn something less useful?" Like me, Marie was in AP Math.
"I know, really." I roll my ice blue eyes.
"So, whats new?" she plays with a lock of chestnut brown hair.
"Nothing!" I want to scream. "Nothing at all! I haven't changed one bit for over a hundred years! I'm half dead!"
But of course, I don't. Instead I say, my voice short and sharp, like a knife, "Nothing," plain and simple. "Nothing."
"Okay," Marie said, but she doesn't believe me. I can tell, she raised her eyebrows.
I raise mine back at her.
She laughs, a peal of bells.
"Look, I might have something to tell you, but not hear. Okay?" I sigh, I've known Marie since we-no, she. I just appeared to be. One thing about being only half ghost: I grow like a normal human, except when I "die," I don't die, my body resets it self, like some sort of clock, and I become 2 years old, appearance wise, but have all my memories.-be 4 or 5.
"Ooh, good, 'cause I have something to tell you, too." She grins at me. "Lunch?"
"Sure," I grinned right back at her.
We stop at our lockers, and drop off our stuff. I glance at the small mirror in my mine. I was, as usual, a girl with piercing ice blue eyes, and to making my translucent skin even paler, I had wavy, jet black hair. Nothing new. Same as always.
"So, where do ya want to go eat?" We were at the school gate.
"Oh, I dunno" Marie chewed a thumbnail.
"Pizza?" I suggest.
"Sure, why not?"
We walk in silence to the Pizza Hut, then grab a table in the back when we get there.
We got a small pizza, plain old cheese. She got a soda, I got nothing else but a cup of water, heavy on the ice.
Another thing about being half-ghost: like a regular human, you need to eat, but the ghost blood dialates it, makes your hunger weaker, so you only need to eat once a day, twice if your human side is weak. And for some reason, half-ghosts (or half-ghost, I'm the only half-ghost to "live," as far as I know) don't like meat. It makes them (me?) sick. Real sick.
Trust me. I learned the hard way.
I took a slice, and bit into it. The cheese streched and tomato sauce got on my shirt. Good thing I only wore black, sometimes a deep red.
"Crap," I whisper.
"Crap what?" Marie asks me.
That is not a good thing. When I whisper, my voice is so quiet, so faint that only a so-called-"mythical"-creature can hear it.
And Marie heard it.

Prologue

Imagine being trapped between living and dead. A steady heart beat, but no change. Year after year after, trapped in a never-changing body.
This is my life. I have lived it ever since I was born, July 4th, 1876, to a sole parent, Ruby Jones. No one, with the exception of my mother and myself, knew who was my father.
That was because Heath Blackwell, my father, had been dead for one hundred years.
Of course, that was 133 years ago.
But people aren't any more excepting of ghosts-or half ghost, in my case-in 2009 then they were in 1876.
In fact, they don't even know we exist. They think we are myths, such as elves, or Faeries.
Funny thing though: elves and Faeries just happen to be real. So are meres and witches, and just about ever other "mythical" creature you've heard of.
In short, you don't in the world you thought did.
Earth just got a whole lot crazier.

New Zahlia Story

It desided to make a new story about, Zahlia, purely of my own imagination.