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3. Setting up this blog was interesting, and I suppose I enjoyed posting stuff on it, just because someone would read it. I'm not sure if I'll continue to use it, but I know I will continue to write things. I have a (tumblr) blog that I'm sure I'll continue to use.
4. I don't have a 'journal' so to say... I don't keep daily accounts of what happened like some people. The closest thing to a journal I have is that project we did, where we had to re-decorate a book and make it our own. I don't think I'll start keeping a journal either.
5. I don't wanna actually go into the journal we kept during school becuase I'm tired and sad, so I'll just tell you what I like from what I can remember. I remember writing Fashion Flame, and that it was a very important story to me. I liked the color unit, looking at colors and their titles and coming up with a story. I had a story idea given to me from a dark green that I have yet to write; it was about 1920's flapper lesbians.
6.
I was awoken by a large clattering
noise, my vision blurry and my body feeling too heavy. I laid on the cold, wet floor of my jail
cell, my silver hair released from its usual tight bun, my locks draping over
my shoulders and floor. A shadow was
cast over me, and a figure came into my view.
“Princess Tianshi of Haiyang-Shui,
Prince Saqr demands your presence.” The
man said to me, and I let out a heavy breath.
He opened my cell and walked in, grabbing me roughly by the arm and
hauling me to my feet, then pushing me out the door. We walked down the hall, up the stairs, out
of the dungeon, more winding hallways, then outside into the blinding
light. We walked across the hot sand, my
bare feet burning as I stumbled along.
For being a neighboring country of Haiyang-Shui, although my country is
an island, Arvin is dry desert. How an
empire was able to flourish here was beyond me.
My guard pushed me along, until we
finally came to the palace, where I was sure to meet my enemy. More walking and we finally entered. The cool, marble floor was haven to my feet,
and it gave me goose bumps. We walked
into the throne room, sitting in his lavish throne, was the prince. I tried to give him a hateful glare, but I
doubted he saw it. We approached the
prince, and my guard forced me to my knees.
I stumbled to the floor, my dirtied robes pooling around me on the
marbled floor. I looked up, before me
was the Prince of Arvin, the country that had just conquered my own.
The prince stood up, the guards
bowing and backing away, to give him room.
He approached me, a playfully sly smile on his lips, his golden eyes
observing me carefully. “So, you’re the
princess of Haiyang-Shui? When my
warriors told me about you before we attacked, they described a fragile little
girl who was rather skilled at healing, however…” He said to me as he circled me slowly. “On the battlefield, my soldiers described
something of a demon to me. A girl with
silver hair, absolutely slaughtering my men.
You cannot possibly be the same girl.
You are… Much too feeble.” He
said with a chuckle, and he knelt down in front of me. “But this hair color is not common for your
people, isn’t it.” He grabbed my hair roughly
and I let out a whimper involuntarily.
“How sad it must be for you. To be a descendent of the angels, to be
worshipped all your life, only to have your own people turn their backs on
you.” I glared at him, and then I saw
it. His hair, from afar, seemed black,
but up close it was a dark purple color, like plums. He was a descendent of the angels as I
was! “My people didn’t betray me!” I shouted at him. He laughed, a warm, lovely laugh, and let go
of my hair.
He stood up walking back to his
throne, inspecting the swords hung up beside the seat. “Yes they did. After I received word of a single force about
to obliterate my army, I rushed in. I
found you easily, standing in the middle of a war zone, covered in blood,
laughing hysterically, not in your right mind… But that wasn’t you, was
it?” He questioned me. “I have no idea what you are talking
about! I set up defenses to protect my
people, but after doing that for several days, I…” I hesitated; I did not want
to admit that I had passed out after several days of no sleep, barely eating,
to protect my people. I was so ashamed
of myself.
The prince waved it off. “Yes, yes, of course. But I believe you are something not human,
and something not angelic. That person I
saw, it was your body, but not you. And
never before had I had such an epic battle!
You even forced me into flight, forced me to use my angelic powers! No human has ever forced me into such a
position. And for that, I suppose I’ll
have to kill you on my own.” He said
casually, stretching out his arms. I
reeled, my blue eyes growing wide, mouth gone dry. Kill me?
No, no… I refuse. “If you intend
to kill me, then release me from these ropes!”
I shouted, my mind rushing, thinking of an escape plan. “Ah, yes, but see, what I have learned in my
hundred and seventy years of life, is to not toy with your enemy. It may not be honorable, but it gets that job
done quicker.” He said as he drew his
curved sword.
Panic grew inside me, my heart
pounding, and cold sweat running down my back.
He walked towards me, and I attempted to stand, but only ended up pushing
myself down back to the floor, scooting back on my behind. Gaining on me, gaining on me, he stalked
towards me. Running out of ideas, I
rolled over, to try to push myself up to my knees, but I realized that my wings
were completely unbound! I untucked
them, and began to flap them as fast as I could, kicking up wind and dust
within the room. The prince began to
laugh. “Try to fly away, little bird,
you will not get far!” He shouted at
me. With my arms bound, I wouldn’t be
able to fly away from him for very long.
What would I do, I’m going to die here, but I can’t… I can’t, I was
going to take care of my country, for centuries upon centuries, until my
death. I can’t let it end here!
A gargled
scream erupted from my throat as a great pain struck through my skull, like my
head was being ripped open. I fell to
the floor, the coldness soothing me in some way, and my vision went black.
A
laugh, cold and cruel, escaped Tianshi’s lips.
It grew louder and louder, the prince gripped his sword tightly, readying
himself for the demon’s battle. Shifting
and struggling, the girl stood to her feet, flames erupting around her, burning
the ropes that bound her. Her arms fell
to her side, and looked around herself lazily.
“Ah, I
see I’m in the palace of,” Her gaze fell on Prince Shaqr. “Prince Shaqr, how nice to see you again
after you rammed that sword into my lower intestines. You must have been very merciful to take me
into your care and allow my other-self to heal our body, but trust me, I won’t be.” She stalked around the prince, never breaking
eye contact. The prince stood ready for
an attack, ready to defend at any moment.
“My weaker other-self would probably fight you if she could, but she’s
too soft.” She grabbed a sword off the
wall. “You’ll find that we are very
different, she and I. I’ll make sure to
completely crush you, and hold your head to your subjects and reclaim my
country from you.” She took her stance,
lunged, and red blood was splattered across the marble floor.7. I'm not sure if I'll make a job out of writing, as sometimes it can get very tideous for me. I do plan, however, to turn Change of Heart into a book.
8. I really enjoyed this class. Even though now, I'm tired and I don't want to do any of this, I'll still get it done. I enjoyed some of the things that we did, such as color. I wanted to do more of a music unit where we listened to music and wrote stories based off of that song. But regardless, I still enjoyed my time here.
