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A Little More Than Amazing ♥
vickytoria chan ♥.a.k.a nutball/reindeer. .24th april. .sexy seventeen. .taurus. . . . .choir`alto 1.SL.(2007-2008) .plmc. .child of God. . .I'm alittle more than amazing. Loves ♥
my everlastinq.God.my fun-loving.church. my dearest and most treasured.family & friends. my 24/7 with me.handphone. my always rawking.computer. sweet-nice-cold.ice-cream. SOMEthing nutty.nuts. passion.singing. the voices within.choir. the study of books.literature. crazy scribbles.drawing & doodling. funny funny.jokes. a girl's favourite pastime.shopping. out in the sun having fun.volleyball & captain's ball. cuddly love.cow pillow. the HOT one.ZERO. the best to read.manga. fetish for.bananas. playing.pool. Aspirations ♥
to be at least.1.6m tall. more.savings & money. more.clothes. photo.shop. either.ds or psp. travel.around the world. learn.japanese and french. expensive.shopping sprees. my own minature.library. be less bored. Flying Kisses ♥
Talk to me, The ULTIMATE ONE. ♥
Love Them ♥
.aaron..amanda wong.MUNKY. .angelika. .angelyn. .angie. .audrey. .cassandra. .celestia. .chelsea. .cheryl. .cleo.SANTA. .constance. .debbish. .dewaine. .desiree lee. .dwight.WIFE. .elizabeth. .esther. .faith. .fiona. .grace. .hema. .isaac. .jia yu. .jamin. .jane. .janella. .joel.DEVIANTART. .jolene. .jonathan. .joscelyn. .joshua. .joy. .jowell. "AWESOME" .juanita. .jun yang. .karin. .kenneth. .leroy. .marcus. .marieta. .mark. .mavis. .melissa. .m&m warriors. .natalie. .nicole. .olivia.FURBALL. .poh hun. .rachel. .randi. .randy. .ray. .sac voices. .sara. .shu min. .teresa. .teri. .tracy. .vanessa. .veronica. .yeung wing.SEXY MASTER. Archives ♥
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//Thursday, June 19, 2008 1:39 PM
MISSING HOME: THE BATTLE REPEATED.
Outside. Light yet forceful wings beat heavily as the eagle landed carefully onto her arm. Slipping off a tiny note from its claws, she opened it anxiously then furiously threw the scrap of parchment into the gentle aureate fire once she had read. The fire cackled and set the note ablaze, it's last words read: "She's alive." I felt a hand tugging my arm as I left the nightmare, someone was calling me. My eyes shot wide open, breaking out in cold sweat, Master looked at me with worried eyes and suddenly sighed in relief. I had stopped breathing hardly and slowly calmed myself down. My head scorched in burning heat, and my vision was blur. I felt icy cold, while my body was burning as though I was heated in a furnace. Master moved his hand up to my forehead murmured, (I roughly understood Chinese and had learnt how to speak some of it) he had instructed Cook to get a basin of cold water and a damp towel from me. Master returned to his room as Cook returned and dabbed my skin lightly. Two days have passed, I was still on the road to recovery from the high fever. I missed going out to practice with my blades. Daily forcing gruel down my throat, laying in bed to rest all day, falling ill was not enjoyable. I took a deep breath and exhaled, feeling laden, forcing myself to go back to sleep once more. Master did not allow me to even go out to play. It had been obvious that Master always favoured me but he could be rather overbearing at times like these as well. To my delight, the fever was gone the very next day. As the months went by, it was now June, a whole year has passed since I have lost Mother, Father, the kingdom, everyone; back at a place which used to be home. I had been assigned more chores as one among the ten of us had grown past the age limit of staying here and ought to lead a life on his own. Remembering the rude boy who had looked at me with eyes of rejection, who had not welcomed me to this home. The boy with skin as white as bed sheets, eyes with ferocity and a body powerfully built, had moved on to manhood. We called him, Ying. We were never close, Ying and I. There was a part of him I knew I could not trust. Each of the nine of us bid him goodbye as a sign of respect for being our senior. Finally, with his belongings slung over his broad shoulders, Ying was out far walking out of the estate gates, leaving home. One of my new chores was to help get groceries for Cook whenever she needed any. Sometime during the following week, since Ying's departure, I heard Cook calling me from the kitchen and she passed me a short list of things and some money to buy groceries from the market and showed me what some of these things looked like. Not long, I was dashing out of the gates with my belt of daggers for protection, moving my way towards the marketplace. The streets were almost dead. It was not as heavily crowded as usual other than the fact that it was late afternoon. I slowly found my way around the shops, in search for the necessities. I was done with the groceries, all I needed now was some roasted chestnuts. After buying the chestnuts, I delightfully popped one into my mouth. It tasted awfully good with the toasty flavour pleasingmy taste buds. Just then, I caught a shiny glint from the corner of my eye. It was them again. Trudging down the street were those men in shiny outfits once more. The metal on their suits clanked heavily against the stony floor of the town. I quickly hid in behind a dark alley, camouflaging in its darkness. The men passed me with no sign of notice as they marched down the road towards the estate. I gasped in horror and sprinted along the road back home. As I arrived at the estate gates, I saw Master and the nine boys fighting fiercely off these men. We were outnumbered. My nightmare had came true, someone was indeed coming for me."Watch out!" yelled Master from the courtyard. Suddenly, two muscular arms reached out to grab me, I swiftly pulled out a dagger and stabbed it in deeply to his torso then pulling it out once more. The man fell to the ground in pain as blood gushed out from his armour. I hastily ran in to join the fight. Three huge, shiny figures stood before me, blocking my path. I slashed each of their throats in a flash before they could respond to my attacks. Suddenly, out of no where, I had been knocked out by something that smacked me right in face. I fell unconsciously to the ground with a bleeding lip. My eyes began to open slowly, I was tied up and slung over one of the men's shoulder. I looked up and saw bloody bodies on the ground. In front of me was the aftermath of the fierce battle. My family had not survived. Everyone was dead except me. Tears welled up in my eyes with guilt. Angrily hating myself for bringing these people to danger, to death, just because of my presence. I should have wished for my captors to get rid of me instead of being sold off. Finally, we have reached camp and the man threw me into another wooden cage, this time I was all alone. I cried out hurt, as if there was no end to this, several thoughts in my mind raced through. Who is the merciless one behind all this? Why is all this happening to me? What exactly is causing all this? Where will I go now? When will this suffering ever end? I whimpered silently in the dark alone, missing home and family. |
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