Ma G's Saga, part 13a
Princess Trissy had spotted High Priestess Emy, she had shouted. Emy had just stared at her with empty eyes. Well, maybe not empty, just not Emy. Trissy started to run towards her, she needed to find out what was going on!
Sir Dal was watching the princess as she started to run towards the High Priestess. He started to tell her to stop, he was having a bad feeling about all of this. Suddenly a beam shot from above, and another from below. It hit Trissy head on! She froze still, then slowly while Dal and the others watched she started to catch fire! Feet first, then it ran up her legs, flames consuming her torso and head! It was horrible, Dal tried to turn his head away but couldn't. Then the flame was gone. She hadn't even sceamed! There wasn't even a trace of ashes left behind.
The princess was gone. Dead, consumed by some unholy fire! How could this be? What had happened? Why, why had she ran forward? Why did she have to have died?
Grace, Sir Ghoul, and Sir Das looked up at the High Priestess. Why had she allowed this to happen? She looked down on them with a strange glow in her eyes. She almost looked possessed!
"AS IT IS WRITEN, THE FIRST TO COME FORWARD SHALL PARISH IN FLAMES FOR THE SINS OF OUR FOREFATHERS! THEN THEY WERE THREE, SOON TO BE FOUR ONCE MORE!"
They stared at the priestess. She had know one of them would die! She had just let it happen! Why, oh why would Trissy ever of trusted such a woman as this? Suddenly the temple went black, out of no where some one grabbed Grace's and Sir Das'es hands.
" Sir Ghoul, you two come with me quickly, we must go! The High Priestess has been possessed by the Demi- God Dal! We must go!"
"Who are you that we shoud trust you," asked Sir Ghoul quickly.
"I am the Lady Dorthy, the Holder of Truth," replied the voice from the dark. Sir Ghoul had heard of Dorthy, the Shee who could not lie. She was the only Shee of Royal Blood to ever become a priestess of the temple. They said she had done it so she never would have to converse with anyone unless she chose to. A clever thing to do if you could never lie, even in kindness.
"Wait, aren't you related to Sir Dragon," asked Sir Das.
"Yes, he's my nephew," the voice answered.
" Let's go then, she can be trusted Grace," stated Sir Das as if they had any choice but to trust her.........................
This is
part 13a,
let's hope it does not go to 13k.
and speaking
of parts,
I doubt if any of these are art.
Ever see a
rainbow?
Under them norns grow...
Bend like grass,
or
break like glass.
And if you
are fast,
you'll never be last.
What has this to do with
norns?
About as much as fields of corn.
And if the
rain is God's tears,
have but little fears,
for with
these showers,
come the trees and the flowers.