Pt 1 of A Different Story

I tried to keep as quiet as I could opening the front door, and closing it softly behind me. Hoping and praying that no one would hear that I was back. I slipped my shoes off and sneakily started to tip toe towards the stairs. Lightly stepping onto the sides of the stairs where the shaggy soft carpet was still its original color, I lost my balance and had to move my left foot onto the middle of the step. That's when I got caught. When I tried to regain my balance, it happened to be on the only step that creaked, loudly. I knew that she would have heard it, so I ran up the remaining steps making a thumping noise. I almost made it to the top, but that's when I heard the voice. Her voice. "Hello Jane." Shoot.
I thought about how great it would feel to kick her in the shin for calling me by my first name, then I turned around, preparing for what would be next. "Hey Marce." I said through gritted teeth and trying to smile. "You're late."She stated. I said nothing in return, so she continued. "How was school?" "Fine." I tried to keep irritation out of my voice. "How did you do on your big test?" I decided that honesty was the best policy. "Uh, I failed it." I smiled inside seeing anger redden her perfect face. I watched as she changed her mind and decided that pretending to be nice to me was not going to work. "Is that so?" She kept her voice even and smiled because it looked pretty. "Yeah it is." I retalitaed. "Then I guess we'll have to do something about that." She walked through the archway and into the kitchen where she picked up the phone and called someone.
I shook off the disturbing feeling I got when she had left me on the smashed carpet stairs with that pretty, but weird smile on her face. And went to my room.

Uh Oh...

So I have totally run out of ideas for whats supposed to happen next. So I think that I will postpone this story until I think of new ideas. Time for a new story!!! An Idea is forming...

Sir Torrence

The knight Sir Torrence of Pheria sat silently in the shrubs watching as the guard heaved himself up from his chair in front of the door and stretched. He then started to walk around the base of the tower for his hourly rounds. Torrence beckoned the soldiers behind him to move forward, when suddenly out of the bushes directly across from them, dark shadows appeared.

They ran towards the door as quickly as they could and stood around it as one of the figures expertly picked the lock. When the door creaked open, they all rushed in and silently shut it behind them. Torrence cursed himself for letting the unknown shadows into the tower before them, but then he relaxed. There were only two ways into and out of the tower. The window which was so high up that it seemed to reach the moon, and the door which he would be standing in front of when the creeping shadows decided to reappear.

Yes, he would be in front of the door waiting for them...

The Wanderer

Rokim was greatly entertained. The humans were always doing things wrong, that he knew wouldn't work, and for some reason their failure, and his being right, always amused him.
Was it cruel of him to find these antics funny? He didn't think so, but he didn't let them know that he thought they were in the slightest bit humorous either. And he had seen some pretty funny things, but this one took the cake.

As he was thinking these thoughts, he watched as Kiplin put on padding and stepped into the bowl of the catapult. He watched as he ordered Mots, which he was enjoying, to prepare for launch.

He watched Mots trying to keep a strait face as he prepared to release Kiplin into the sky, and he watched all the other members of the band stand there with dumb looks on their faces, as Kiplin was launched into the sky towards the tower window. And he watched as Kiplin missed the tower window, and the tower, and sailed across the dark night sky screaming, until he crashed into the Bay.

The Wanderer burst into silent laughter. He knew it wasn't going to work, and Westen had come back from reconnaissance and had reported a door at the base of the tower, which, luckily for them, only had one guard stationed there. But they hadn't told Kiplin, they wanted to see what he would do, so instead they told him that the only way into the tower was through the window. And he had come up with the catapult plan, which had given everyone a good chuckle, except for Mots who was laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe.

They waited for fifteen minutes, until Kiplin trudged into the shrubs they were hiding in, all soggy, yelled at them for a few minutes, which gave Mots had a few more chuckles, and then they headed to the base of the tower, where a small surprise was waiting for them...

The Lady

Mystear was extremely pleased. All of the needed elements had decided to join her in the fight against her sister. She knew that they all had personal reasons for joining her and wouldn't hesitate to leave her, but for the time being she had them on her side.

She looked over them again, this time with their hands unbound she felt much more confident with her speech.

"I am eternally grateful that you have all chosen to join with us," she waved her hands towards the men on both sides of her "in fight against Her Majesty. I had hoped that you would all make this decision and therefor I have already made preparations for you to go to the city of Unica where you will retrieve a girl who goes by the name of Cybil of The Tower." she was interrupted by Kiplin. "What kind of name is Cybil of The Tower?" he asked with a snort. She replied "The people of Unica call her such because she lives at the tower in the middle of the city." she waited for his response, but he gave her none, so she continued. "You will go to the tower and retrieve her. She is waiting for you, but the only way she'll go with you is if you tell her the password." Again Kipling interrupted "What password?" "I was just getting to that" She said. "I will need you and the senior syndicate will need to decide on one of you to carry the password. Please decide now." She waited for the arguing to break out, but to her surprise, none did. As a matter of fact nobody said anything except for the name of the one who would carry the password. Much to her greater surprise, everyone voted on the same person. "All right, she said "the carrier shall be our dear friend, The Thief."

She walked out of the room quickly. She didn't want to deal with the protests coming from Westen, who was more surprised then anyone that he had been chosen...