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Post by pfieffer on Nov 26, 2009 2:49:17 GMT -5
Astonishment came over their faces. Turning their anger to concern. I knew that cut had gone deeper than any of them expected. And I could see in their faces, that they knew nothing could help me, I was facing it alone. Just what I needed more time alone. "Lad who ever told ye that, was lying." George said kneeling down next to me. "How do you know. This whole thing could be a lie and you would never know." My tears of frustration were melting and anger was overcoming me. "Tell us where you were?" Keith demanded. "No!" I yelled, I promised. "We wont be mad at you." Paul added. "Yes you will. What I have to do will hurt all of you." "What exactly do you have to do?" George asked standing up. The three of them towered over me, made me feel very small. My mind was clouded and confused. I did not know what to do, the frustration was coming back. "I am not ready." "Not ready for what." Now the frustration was getting to Keith. "Everything. I am not ready." Finally the three of them sat down. "You can't keep everything bottled up." Paul counseled, "It ain't good, especially cause of that cut you had. Now what is it that your not telling us." Unfortunately I could not tell them, I had to keep it bottled up, cut or no cut. "Look you are young, and I don't want anything bad to happen to ya. If something did, I would not forgive myself." George said. "Maybe he's right." Keith started. "Maybe he is not ready. The dark destroyer was older than him, and this is exactly what happened to him." "No it's not!" I yelled. I would refuse to believe that. I was not turning into Ryan. I did agree that I was not ready though. "How would you know." Keith argued. I got quiet, George said something, "If you can't be young, and you can't be older, that what is the right age?" "I don't know?" Keith said. "Damian. What happened?" Paul asked, he noticed the expression on my face. "I honestly can't tell you." The tears were coming back. "Were you hurt?" George asked, in a fatherly tone. "No." I replied. "Do you have to do something against your will?" Paul asked suspiciously. Who should I get mad at now, Ryan for making me say those things I was now regretting, or Sharon for being called her in the first place. "Yeah, being here. Talking to you. All of this is against my own will." The guys were standing up, and I stayed firmly seated on the path. Keith and Paul grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. "We have been in the same place to long." Keith said. "We need to keep moving." Paul added. I was not going to move. I was being childish. George picked me up and cradled me, and like a baby I fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of a flute playing happy music. I was sitting in a chair and all the guys were dancing. They were surrounded by other dancers. Suddenly I saw one in white flash before my eyes. I blinked. I saw her again only this time wearing black. my head was starting to hurt. The third time a saw her, she was in red, and the flute music was off in the distance. Her dress was full length, but made of different pieces of flowing red material. It hugged her body at the top and flowed away, the sleeves did the same thing. She touched my cheek, the one that had been cut. "What are you doing?" I asked.
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Post by pfieffer on Nov 28, 2009 0:36:12 GMT -5
She did not respond. My cheek was slowly starting to burn, it was worse than it had ever been. Slowly I started to move my hand. I grabbed her wrist and took her had off my face. She looked straight at me, amber eyes that were aflame. "I am trying to help you." She whispered, putting her hand on my cheek again. The burning sensation returned. It was almost unbearable, but gazing into her eyes seemed to make is subside a little. Finally the burning was gone. "Your welcome." She whispered. "What did you do?" Curiosity was over coming me, I wanted to know who she was, her brown hair with texture like the waves of the ocean, reached long below the end of her back. "I did something know one else can do." My curiosity was turning into confusion. "What?" I asked in a state of bewilderment. I looked at her, she seemed completely normal. "I heard about you, through someone and was asked to come. Just know that now, you will be completely normal, no mood swings. No temptations. You will be able the right decision." She winked at me. "Right decision?" "You will find out soon enough, but it will all work out." Wondering, I asked, "Will I be able to go home?" "I can't tell you, I was only told so much." More disappointment. I stood up, realizing she was no older than I was. "At least tell me who you are?" I was choosing my words carefully, she was the only person who understood. She leaned in, and whispered in my ear, "Rachel." I was strangely attracted to her, carefully I asked, "Where are you from?" She looked to the left then to her right, her flowed as she turned her head. "I think you know." With that she kissed me, something I was not expecting, but surprisingly I kissed her back. In a flash she was gone. Slowly I headed back towards the music. "Hey lad where have ya been?" George asked. "Um," I saw the girl, she winked at me. "Nowhere." I responded. "Glad your back." Paul said. Keith came walking up holding a pastry, "Come on guys." He took a bite, "We can't stay to long, we gotta keep moving." We walked away from the place, I noticed it was a village. I saw the girl one last time. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Back to the dark destroyers home." Paul shuttered. "This time, we are going to have to kill the beast that guards it." George added. "How are we going to do that?" I asked. "Haven't figured that out yet." Keith said. We all laughed, even if I knew I would have to do something. She said it would all work out. But I had to please more than one person. Maybe Ryan cared for more than himself. I had an epiphany. Instantly I knew what I had to do. We walked day and night, getting almost no rest. I was worn, not knowing if I could go on, I looked up. "Their it is." Keith said. We were staring at a large mountain, a large thunderstorm had settled over it. We all knew this was the place, even though we had all been here before, whether I remembered it or not. Suddenly we all heard a loud buzzing noise. We looked at each other, we knew what to do. "Oh mist rolling in from the sea, My desire is always to be here Oh mull of kintyre Far have I traveled and much have I seen Dark distant mountains with valleys of green. Past painted deserts the sunsets on fire As he carries me home to the mull of kintyre. Mull of kintyre Oh mist rolling in from the sea, My desire is always to be here Oh mull of kintyre Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen Carry me back to the days I knew then. Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir Of the life and the times of the mull of kintyre. Mull of kintyre Mull of kintyre Mull of kintyre Mull of kintyre Oh mist rolling in from the sea, My desire is always to be here Oh mull of kintyre Mull of kintyre Oh mist rolling in from the sea, My desire is always to be here Oh mull of kintyre" The beast was subdued. Paul and I took aim and shot three arrows each, bringing the beast down. George, Keith, and I all ran at him George with his ax, Keith with his two blue knives, which were short swords, and I with my sword. We plunged our weapons into the body of the beast. He was still not dead, I took my sword out and swung it around. Finally I cut off his head. "No!" We heard a voice scream. Followed by laughter. Coming out onto the ledge above the cave of the beast, was the Dark Destroyer, he was holding the wrist of the Lady in Red. My time had come. "Why hello, Damian." He started. The guys faces dropped. "I'm sorry." I yelled, directing it to everyone. "Fulfill your promise." He boldly stated, with a smirk on his face. The three men I had come to trust instantly became worried. "I knew it!" Keith yelled, "Your no different than Him!" I was right Keith was mad. "Do the right thing." George still believed in me. Paul just looked sad, he could not say anything. I looked up at Ryan, and the Lady in Red, I then looked at the guys. "Like I said, I will get Sharon where it hurts the most. But I will fulfill her request as well." Hopefully, this would work. I started to sing, "When the winds are howling vigil keep." I paused, slowly turning my sword onto myself. "No." I heard four voices say. I looked up, I saw someone, whom I was glad to see. Plunging the sword in, I sang, "Shelter us and save us, from the deep." I was breathing my last, when a figured swooped in, and took the sword out of my gut. A hand was placed their, five other figures rushed in, as I saw black.
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Post by pfieffer on Dec 6, 2009 0:42:06 GMT -5
Waking up, I saw many relieved faces looking down on me. "Rachel, he survived!" Keith yelled. I then saw the face of Rachel. "Glad you made the right choice, but did you have to go almost killing yourself." I was confused, and things looked blurry. I finally managed to mutter something, "I had to make alot of people happy." I looked at a smiling Ryan and Sharon. Sitting up I added, "Looks like it worked." "You bet." The lady in red said, "Sorry I could not really talk to you. I am Zara." "Damian, you have outstanding bravery and courage. You handled yourself well. I knew you would be perfect." Sharon told me. "Thanks." I said. I put my hand on my gut and lifted my shirt, well their was a scar their. "How did I stay alive?" Everyone looked at Rachel. I then understood, I needed no answer. "So what now?" Keith asked. "You will all go home." Phil said. The look on Ryan's face got bright, as did mine. "Follow me." Sharon said. I finally figured out where I was. I was back in Studionian. We were lead through a maze I found familiar. We came to the podium. Phil stood behind it. "If you don't mind." he gestured to Ryan who started to sing, a song i found familiar, "Hear our hymn from the heartland. Hear our prayer. Steer us through stormy waters Lead us there....."Phil then spoke the words, "Out of the mists of Time it comes Older than the oldest rhyme it comes Coursing through our veins it comes Pulsing in our brains it comes Crushing like a thunder roll Echoing in our very soul Listen as it comes The pure, unbridled sound of drums"
A yellow light started to swirl around each of us. Then like clockwork we each started to sing, "When the storm is raging, Aand thunder rolls, Deliver us from the ocean Save our souls. A thiarna dean tracaire A chriost dean trocaire A thiarna dean trocaire A chriost dean trocaire
When the winds are howling Vigil keep Shelter us and save us from the deep
A thiarna dean tracaire A chriost dean trocaire A thiarna dean trocaire A chriost dean trocaire
Thank you Lord you have brought is safe to shore Be our strnaght and protaction evermore.
A thiarna dean tracaire A chriost dean trocaire A thiarna dean trocaire A chriost dean trocaire
Dean Trocaire Dean trocaire A thiarna
A thiarna dean tracaire A chriost dean trocaire A thiarna dean trocaire A chriost dean trocaire
A thiarna dean tracaire A chriost dean trocaire A thiarna dean trocaire A chriost dean trocaire"
By that time the yellow stuff had cleared, I was lying on my bed with the book Fellowship of the Ring in my hands. At first I thought it was all a dream. But I felt my gut, and lifted my shirt. Their was a scar their. Nope, no dream. I closed the book, and walked into the living room, mum and dad were watching a movie. How long was I gone. Not long, I figured, my parents did not seem to notice I was gone. Our phone rang. I had auditioned for a singing group earlier in the month. "Hello." I answered. "Hello, this is Phil Coulter, you made it" I was overjoyed, "Thanks so much." "Well, the other four guys and the producer have decided to head up to Derry so we could all meet." "Awesome." I said, almost yelling in excitement. "We will meet ya, at the pub on third and alpha street." "I'll be their soon." We both hung up, I decided to tell my mum and dad after I met the other guys, "Mum, I am going out, be back later. I will call you." I headed out the door. "Have fun honey." She said. I walked down the street and took a left. I saw a blond man that looked extremely familiar. I turned on Third Street. Walking a little ways down I saw another familiar looking person. I must have been going mad, whatever happened to me, was effecting the way I thought. I finally reached, Alpha street. I walked into the pub. Not that many people were there. But on the stage, singing and playing guitar was a girl who looked like Rachel, she was wearing a red sweater, jeans, and those fuzzy boots all the girls wear. Her voice was amazing, I was just thinking she was someone else. I scanned the room for a person who might be Phil. I saw a contender, walked up to him. He certainly looked like the older man who lived in Studionian. I held my head. "Hello Damian." He said, "I am Phil. This is Sharon." He motioned to a blond woman, that sure looked a lot like a queen. Now I knew I was going crazy. I nodded to her. "This is Paul, and George." He finished. Oh goodness. Paul looked like the jolly jealous elf, and George looked like the fatherly man who taught me to sword fight. "And here are the other two now." I turned around, That blond guy, that looked like Keith, I hoped he had no pointy ears. And the dark destroyer, Ryan. Some one help me, help me please. I am going absolutely crazy. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. The man who looked like the dark destroyer, smiled and winked at me. No, it couldn't be, could it. Phil continued, "That is Ryan and Keith. Their is a dancer to, though she is not here her name is Zara, and our lead guitarist is Neil, he is not here either." I had a bad feeling about this. The five of us looked at each other, I finally broke the ice, "Do I know any of you?" They all looked at each other, "No." the responded simultaneously. I grabbed my head. "Well maybe." Ryan said. He reached for my shirt. The others looked on. Lifting it up, he saw the scar. "Let's just keep this between us." He whispered to the group. None of us could believe our eyes. "To bad we already know." Sharon said. This was all very mysterious. The girl on stage had stopped singing. "Wait what about the ears, and the um..." I was stuttering. "I like this world better." Paul hinted. The girl on stage walked over to me, "Your welcome." She whispered. Kissing me on the cheek. Oh this was all to weird. How did they all get here. I was so confused. Then as if nothing had ever happened Sharon said, "You have all been chosen to be part of Celtic Thunder." I then realized what had happened real or not, I figured out what had happened. "Now who is ready to sing?" She asked.
THE END
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