Moonfall in MaraisAn eerily familiar sound locked everyone's joints in place. Struggling against their uncooperative limbs, they turned. Mixed reactions of shaking heads and rubbing eyes permeated the little band as they relived the night that had haunted them, and the person who made it so terrible. Despite their efforts to tell dispel what could only be illusion, she remained, drawing ever nearer, a sad expression hiding her intentions, the blade in her hand ready to strike. She stopped alongside Amadeus.
She whispered something, then stepped back raising her sword. Amadeus drew is own steel. The battle began with the lady's quick blows and Amadeus being off guard through the drunkenness he felt around her. He was struck with such force that he left an imprint in the sandstone. He recovered, quickly disarming his opponent. Today was his chance to make up for all the stupid things he'd said, all the right things he hadn't, and he wouldn't pass this moment by. His heart couldn't bear fighting with her.
Man, my head hurt. I had to wrack my brains just to remember my own name Peregrine Gwilym. I shivered from the intense cold of whatever just happened. I saw only blue for the next five minutes or so. My balance had been messed up and I had zero strength. I just lay there, waiting for the azure fog to lift from my eyes so I could see my surroundings.
When the last traces of sky-colored mist dispersed, I felt certain I was no longer in Kansas. Nor for that matter did it appear I was anywhere on the same planet as Kansas. A huge desert stretched on for miles around me, only it was teeming with life. Nowhere had I seen so many mammals, birds, and reptiles together anywhere, let alone a desert. On one side lay the edge of a forest, filled with a mixture of coniferous and deciduous trees, as well as rainforest towers occasionally bursting through the low canopy.
I watched for a while, letting the strange beauty soak in, until I noticed something strange. A m
WisdomHe stepped through the doors paned with large square panes and onto the checkered tile. The open space was familiar, yet daunting. For the first time in his life, he would spend eight hours each day in the building. As he went to classes, he kept to himself, save addressing a few close friends. Throughout those two semesters hardly any homework was turned in. After all, he could pass the tests without it.
The next year, not much changed until third quarter. After a series of curious inquiries, he began to show his inner self. Almost every time he got the chance, he told a little more. People knew who he was, and respected that.
His junior year, life caught up with him. Deadlines approached and he rushed to meet them. Different events uplifted him and tore him down. He gained new friends and learned more about old ones.
As a senior he became determined. He took all the opportunities he could. He missed homework assignments only half as frequently. He worked as much as time would allow.