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August 2
I had a dream last night. The lady of the tree begged me to seek refuge far away. A strange magic storm was headed our way, and she wanted me to be safe. As I awoke, the very air seemed alive with magic. Owen was in the middle of a clearing, arms out as if to embrace the magic. I could feel his pleasure, his joy. And then... the full force of the magical wind swirled around and under me. I stretched out my wings, and was lifted high above the trees. Every last bruise and sore spot disappeared. I was now at full strength. Maybe I was even strong enough to defeat Owen Snow-Clover. Strange how it'd gone from help or rescue to defeat and survive.
“Feathered Freak! Come back here or I'll shoot you down with arrows!” Owen howled over the wind. It was only then that I felt the tug of the bond I had created. For a few blissful minutes, I'd forgotten all about the distance thing.
“Owen Snow-Clover, quit being an idiot!” I shouted back, a dark purple haze obstructing my vision. It was sort of warm, like the embrace of my brother, Stolen Light. The wind beneath my wings calmed, and I drifted towards the ground. Owen was waiting for me, his green eyes now completely black.
“DIE WITCH!!!” he bellowed, and swung a sword at me. You know, I'm really starting to wish I'd stayed home. Somehow, if I can survive the next 16 nights, I can see my family again. Too bad my dreams tell me that will not happen.
The amulets around my neck burned my skin. I closed my right hand over my phoenix amulet, and the design was branded on my palm. The pain was almost unbearable, but I got some satisfaction that Owen's hand was also branded. He dropped the sword before it could touch me. His freaky black eyes glared at me, daring me to challenge him.
“Owen, you know I don't like being called a freak. It's really very rude. I know you hate me. I don't exactly know why, but I know that you do. So. I'll make a deal with you. Interested?”
You know, having totally black eyes makes it difficult to read them. I know that his eyes reflected his heart, and with the magic storm still swirling around us Owen was substantially stronger than me-magic wise at least.
Owen growled, and grabbed my long blue hair. “I will make you wish you'd never come to this world. I shall fill your last moment with such agony that you will welcome death's sweet embrace.” His hand gripping my hair yanked my head back, leaving my throat vulnerable. I tried to get away, but he was WAY too strong.
“You're too late.” I spat at him. “I have rued coming here from the first we met. I want to go home, but I can't. You're stuck with me.” Pain shot through me and a vicious hatred blossomed within me. I knew it wasn't mine. Helplessly, I flapped my wings, trying to get away. Opening my heart to the magic around us, I sought the brightest light. Once I found it, I grabbed at Owen's arm. Channeling the light directly through skin to skin contact created a massive explosion of energy.
I can barely keep coherent-the magic is twisting my thoughts every which way. At least now, Owen's eyes are green again.
I had a dream last night. The lady of the tree begged me to seek refuge far away. A strange magic storm was headed our way, and she wanted me to be safe. As I awoke, the very air seemed alive with magic. Owen was in the middle of a clearing, arms out as if to embrace the magic. I could feel his pleasure, his joy. And then... the full force of the magical wind swirled around and under me. I stretched out my wings, and was lifted high above the trees. Every last bruise and sore spot disappeared. I was now at full strength. Maybe I was even strong enough to defeat Owen Snow-Clover. Strange how it'd gone from help or rescue to defeat and survive.
“Feathered Freak! Come back here or I'll shoot you down with arrows!” Owen howled over the wind. It was only then that I felt the tug of the bond I had created. For a few blissful minutes, I'd forgotten all about the distance thing.
“Owen Snow-Clover, quit being an idiot!” I shouted back, a dark purple haze obstructing my vision. It was sort of warm, like the embrace of my brother, Stolen Light. The wind beneath my wings calmed, and I drifted towards the ground. Owen was waiting for me, his green eyes now completely black.
“DIE WITCH!!!” he bellowed, and swung a sword at me. You know, I'm really starting to wish I'd stayed home. Somehow, if I can survive the next 16 nights, I can see my family again. Too bad my dreams tell me that will not happen.
The amulets around my neck burned my skin. I closed my right hand over my phoenix amulet, and the design was branded on my palm. The pain was almost unbearable, but I got some satisfaction that Owen's hand was also branded. He dropped the sword before it could touch me. His freaky black eyes glared at me, daring me to challenge him.
“Owen, you know I don't like being called a freak. It's really very rude. I know you hate me. I don't exactly know why, but I know that you do. So. I'll make a deal with you. Interested?”
You know, having totally black eyes makes it difficult to read them. I know that his eyes reflected his heart, and with the magic storm still swirling around us Owen was substantially stronger than me-magic wise at least.
Owen growled, and grabbed my long blue hair. “I will make you wish you'd never come to this world. I shall fill your last moment with such agony that you will welcome death's sweet embrace.” His hand gripping my hair yanked my head back, leaving my throat vulnerable. I tried to get away, but he was WAY too strong.
“You're too late.” I spat at him. “I have rued coming here from the first we met. I want to go home, but I can't. You're stuck with me.” Pain shot through me and a vicious hatred blossomed within me. I knew it wasn't mine. Helplessly, I flapped my wings, trying to get away. Opening my heart to the magic around us, I sought the brightest light. Once I found it, I grabbed at Owen's arm. Channeling the light directly through skin to skin contact created a massive explosion of energy.
I can barely keep coherent-the magic is twisting my thoughts every which way. At least now, Owen's eyes are green again.
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Wow!! I can't believe that Owen would stoop so low as to trying to murder her like that I am guessing he forgot about the bond she placed between them as if he kills her I would imagine that he would also die as well!! I do so hope that Cathleen can influence Owen enough to open his eyes to the darkness that infests his Heart and Mind!!