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Old 04-06-2008, 02:42 PM

Alrighties, I have a short-story thingy that I've been working on for a while now and I think I should put it up... It's apparently very long from what I've gathered after finally looking at it as a whole. But I hope it catches your attention long enough for you to go through to the end. [Edit: I'd appreciate constructive criticism and/or comments because I hope to publish this someday.]
Enough of my rambling, let's get to it!



EDIT: I'd like to make a disclaimer that all of the characters and places in Neoma is purely coincidental if they somehow connect to someone/thing in real life. This story idea and plot line is 100% original. (and I'm 100% sure about that)


Introduction
Under the darkness of the new moonlight, the slaves of Cot rejoiced. The shabby things the slaves had used as shelters were abandoned; everyone was outside. A large group of men waved whatever they had in the air, hollering and throwing flaming torches into the now burning houses of the overseers.

With a silent flapping of wings, a lone bat flew from the Master’s house and disappeared for a fraction of a second behind a tree. A tall, thin girl around seventeen stepped from behind the opposite end of the tree. She had ferocious green eyes, and shoulder length red-black hair. Her face was thin and flawless and her skin was very pale, almost white. She was dressed the same as every woman in Cot, a corset dress with varying colors.

The girl quickly wiped her mouth on her sleeve before re-joining the crowd. She approached the man in charge of the plan, and spoke in a hoarse whisper, “It’s done.”

“We are free!” The man cried simply to the crowd. More applause and cheering rang out from the now thick mass of people.

The girl slipped off to the edge of the crowd, dwindling on the new feeling of being free. After a few minutes, a light nudge on her shoulder startled her. Turning around, she saw a ruffled dirty-blond haired man around nineteen with gray-blue eyes. He was laughing at the yells of the overseers in their burning homes. She followed his gaze to the house she had just exited. The Master’s home was up in flames, the dazzling light dancing across everyone’s eyes. They were free.

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Old 04-06-2008, 05:28 PM

Chapter 1
The former slaves looked dazed as the first rays of sunlight crept through the ruins of Cot. Everyone cleared away to their shacks as the man yelled out orders for moving to the nearest town.

The girl had stepped back into one of the shacks and watched the women gather whatever they thought they needed for the move. In the doorway appeared the man she had seen last night. His eyes scoured the room for a few moments before he turned to leave.

“Charles,” one of the women called out. The man stopped in the doorway and turned around. “Could you take this to Calvin?”

“Sure.”

Odd, the girl hadn’t ever seen him before last night. It wasn’t uncommon, though, Cot had so many slaves that she was sure she had only seen a third of the actual population. She stood up and followed Charles out the door, but turned in the opposite direction.

She walked over to the front gates, the chains had been snapped last night and now they stood open, creaking at the slightest breeze. They were large ornate iron gates and the black paint was peeling off in many places. The girl stood in front of them sniffing the oddly fresh air blowing in from beyond. Freedom. Why was she still here, anyway? It was just three steps away from leaving Cot behind her forever...

Wait. A figure had appeared a while off in the woods, approaching Cot. She watched it carefully, taking in every motion from around and behind her before leaping up and dashing forward. In seconds, a bat was darting towards the figure instead of the girl.

The bat swiftly approached the figure, looking for a weak spot. The figure stopped and held his arm stretched forward as if to stop a group of people; a faint popping noise was heard before the girl skidded to a halt in front of the figure.

She blinked rapidly, not even daring to breathe. She could feel his breath against her face. Her mind was filled with the thoughts of what just happened, thinking that he had to be a magician of some sort. The mysterious man stepped back and looked the girl in her eyes, he actually wasn’t that much taller than her, and his eyes had a very odd look to them. The irises were almost a solid black, but they were dotted with flecks of grey and white. He looked around nineteen, and it seemed as if he had been traveling for weeks without stop; his hair wasn’t even shining in the midday sunlight. He was different… but how?

“Who are you, vampire?”

The girl stiffened up, he was smarter than she had thought.

“All right, then,” he sighed. “I’m here to look for some people who I need to talk to.”

“Cot is in ruins.” The girl snapped. “Go away!”

“I’ll have to refuse that offer right now, take me to the man in charge.”

She glared at him. Why wouldn’t he go away? “Who are you?”

“My name is Dmitri, miss vampire.”

She scowled. Fine. She’ll take him to the man in charge and let that man deal with it. The girl had better things to do. She narrowed her eyes, turned, and began walking back to Cot. Dmitri was the most horrible person she met outside the gates so far, even if he was the first.

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Old 04-06-2008, 05:41 PM

Chapter 2
Like a dog following its master, Dmitri followed the girl into the confines of Cot. Everyone was moving about; most of the slaves from every corner of the camp had congregated to the main plot of land. It looked very much like a market day in the cities.
The girl wove her way through the crowd of people before reaching the charred ruins of the Master’s home. In front was the man who had ordered the revolt and had charged her to kill the Master.

His name was Carter and he was a big, middle-aged, muscular man who was always arguing about this or plotting against that. The only people who showed him kindness was his wife and daughter, but that was before they had died. Everyone else moved and talked with caution around him.

“Carter,” the girl said as she approached. She could sense Dmitri stepping closer to her, and she twitched. He was such a dog. “Someone is here on business.”

She stepped back and away from the crowd of slaves and Dmitri. She stepped into the shade of the oak tree she hid behind the night before and sighed. Her eyes drifted over to Carter. He was laughing and pointing first to the crowd and then to the tree she was sitting under.
Dmitri turned and waved, smiling. What? Smiling? Surely Carter wasn’t selling her. She was as free as anyone in this place now.

She rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh as Dmitri stepped closer with Carter tagging along behind. When Dmitri got within an arms distance, he held out his hand.

“Sorry for the rude introduction back there, I didn’t know you were one of the people I was looking for.”

“I’m going to got get the other one. Stay put.” Carter said gruffly.

“Who are you?” she asked Dmitri once Carter was out of hearing distance.

“My name is Dmitri, didn’t I already make that clear?” he said, dropping his hand as he realized the girl would be a hard person to get to know.

“I know who you are, but who are you?”

Dmitri folded his arms and stared the girl in her eyes, suddenly serious now and his smile was now gone. “I don’t trust you enough to tell you who I really am, but you’ll have to settle on the fact that I’m a traveler taking up companions to the capital.”

The capital, eh? Well, she didn’t want to go to the source that didn’t care of her existence and didn’t care that she could’ve been whipped to death anytime the overseers felt like it.
And how did he even know who she was? Why did he want her anyway?

They stood there for what seemed like forever before Carter came back, herding a lone figure in front of him. The figure, like the girl, seemed to be sulking. Apparently he didn’t like the idea of being sold back into slavery, either.

“Okay, here’s Charles.” Carter remarked, giving the boy with dirty-blond hair a shove toward the girl before heading back the ruins of the Master’s house.

“Alright,” Dmitri stated once Carter was out of earshot. “Here’s a recap of what just happened. My name is Dmitri and I’m traveling to the capital for business. My other traveling partner is back in the woods, a good distance from where we stand. We both thought it would be good if we picked up some new travelers to go with us.”

“How did you know our names?” the girl asked.

Dmitri smiled wickedly. “I can’t tell you that, but what I can tell you is that you’ll be living a life of luxury once we reach the capital, believe you me.”

“How could you know her name?” Charles spoke up. He poked his hand cautiously in the girl’s direction. “She hasn’t spoken her name to anyone the whole time she’s lived here.”

The girl’s eyes widened, and quickly directed a scowl towards him. He must have been from the area she lived. She opened her mouth a bit to speak but Dmitri caught her before any words could get out.

“You probably can’t remember, can you?” he asked. A small light of hope seemed to dance across his eyes, as if waiting for a miracle.

The girl moved her tongue around her mouth. She had changed to a bat not to long ago, so her teeth were still in their abnormal state. Deciding on her answer, she parted her lips so you couldn’t tell her teeth were different and whispered out her reply.

“My name is Natty.”

Dmitri’s face fell, but the hope still danced. “Oh,” he said. “Alright, Natty...”

“What?” she snarled. “Am I not the person you were looking for?”

“No, you are.” Natty’s hopes plummeted. “Do you have any possessions? We’re leaving as
soon as we can.”

Both Charles and Natty shook their heads. What things did they have besides the clothes on their backs? It was hard to believe that the person in front of them was only nineteen, ordering them around.

They headed towards the gates, and walked straight through, Natty gritted her teeth. What was going on?

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Old 04-06-2008, 06:29 PM


Chapter 3
(part 1)

They had walked for half an hour before coming to a very small clearing; there was absolutely no way anyone would know where the small camp was located unless they were idiots blindly thrashing through the woods. Dmitri had led them through a thorn briar, a shallow creek, and a dense area of trees. Natty figured this was why he had looked so travel-worn when she had first seen him.


The camp took up the entire space of the clearing. There was a small, unlit, fire in the center and four lousy beds had been scattered around the hearth. Natty could make out some supplies heaped in a pile next to the extra wood. A ditch about a meter deep by a meter wide ran the circumference of the clearing so no animals, or spies, would try to get in.

“Hold on,” Dmitri said when they reached the ditch.

“Do we have to jump?” Charles asked.

Dmitri, who walked over to the edge of the ditch and peered down, ignored Charles’s question. After surveying the leaves and things down at the bottom, he looked over to the opposite end and swore loudly.

“Yes,” he said finally, turning to face his passengers. “We have to jump.”

Natty sneered. “Where’s your traveling partner?”

“Out, she won’t be back for a while. At least, that’s what I’m guessing.”

Dmitri and Charles took a running start and both made it to the other side. Natty, however,
was being pessimistic and wouldn’t jump.

“Girls don’t do anything.” Charles joked. “They can’t even jump a meter!”

A flash of fear flew across Dmitri’s expression in an instant and was gone. Like a bolt of lightning, Natty stood in front of Charles, holding his throat. Her already pale knuckles turned to the color of pure snow steadily and the color drained from her captive’s face.

“Stop! Stop, Natty, I need both of you alive! Stop!” Dmitri cried, trying to pry Natty’s hands from Charles’ neck.

“It’s his own fault for insulting me.” She said simply, glaring at both men. Even as she spoke, Natty slowly loosened her grip on Charles’s neck.

Charles had staggered back, clutching his neck. After regaining his breath, he began helping Dmitri start a fire. The sun was setting and the mysterious partner had yet to return. As the men set up the fire, Dmitri scolded Charles for his actions.

“Never, I mean never, say anything insulting around Natty. You never know how she’ll take it.”

“How d’you know what she’s like? She’s a filthy murderer!”

“Yeah, the one who freed Cot none the less.” Dmitri replied. “You gotta promise me to never do that again. You might not be so lucky next time.”
Charles threw logs on the baby fire with such force, that a few sparks flew up into the sunset. Without even turning around, Charles knew Natty’s deadly glare was directed at his
back. “Bloody demon.”

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Old 04-06-2008, 06:30 PM

Chapter 3
(part 2 [final])

When Dmitri woke the next morning, Natty was already up and moodily stoking the fire, which had been diminished to a pile of glowing embers overnight. A thin mist swirled and danced around the woods as rays of sunlight steadily crawled over the Earth.
Dmitri turned his head a fraction to his left to the spot they had jumped the night before. A tall girl around eighteen with a medium sized sack thrown over one of her shoulders. The girl looked up and caught his gaze. She smiled broadly and motioned him to come closer.

"Hey," she said when Dmitri was at the edge of the ditch. "I got some food from the market."
She tossed Dmitri the bag and he nodded. "I also seem to have appeared on the wrong side of camp. The board is over there, I suppose."

“Yeah, I ran into that problem as well last night." Dmitri motioned for the girl to jump.
"C'mon Rachel."

Natty had been watching the two talk for a while. She didn't seem to trust the new girl, but
she had been traveling with Dmitri for a far longer time than she or Charles. Maybe she could be trusted…

The girl named Rachel jumped with a clumsy grace onto the other side of the ditch. She flicked a strand of her golden brown hair out of her face before dusting herself off and set
then set to work with breakfast.

"So… Dmitri," Rachel sighed before settling back and watching the porridge cook.

"Yes? Ah, you're probably wondering why I chose these two over the hundreds at Cot, aren't you?"

Natty's ears perked up when Dmitri spoke. Yes, he had a point, why had he chosen Charles and her? She glanced over at Charles, who was snoring gently in the makeshift bed to her left. Natty returned her stare to Dmitri somewhat patiently and narrowed her eyes. Yes, she thought. Tell us why.

"But," Dmitri smiled darkly and glaring menacingly in Natty's direction before continuing. "I can't tell you if front of this company yet, Rachel, I'm sorry."

Yet? Why couldn't he tell everybody now? Natty scowled and turned her back to the fire. She grabbed the stick she had used to poke the fire with and scrapped at the mud absentmindedly.

Rachel turned her gaze from Natty back to Dmitri. Charles had jerked awake and smoothed back his hair. His eyes flitted over the camp and looked Rachel over quickly before he sighed and stared at his lap sullenly.

"Will you never tell me why you picked these two outcasts to come with us? And why are we going to the capital anyways?" Rachel sighed, stirring the porridge slowly.

Dmitri shook his head and grinned. "Maybe. I know I'll have to sometime, but not now… I'm still not sure about some things. How about breakfast?"

Rachel laughed, her doe brown eyes twinkling as she served breakfast. This is going to be an interesting journey, she said to herself. A very interesting journey indeed.

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Old 04-06-2008, 06:32 PM

Chapter 4
(part 1 of 2)

Three hours later, Natty found herself walking down an invisible forest path with Dmitri, the giddy Rachel, and an almost asleep Charles. Their little camp had been distributed equally among the travelers. Dmitri was carrying the lighter-than-it-seemed metal cooking pot with some small pans inside and Rachel was carrying the sack of food she had returned with this morning. Charles had most of the utensils like hatchets, knives, spoons and every thing else you need to eat with. Natty was stuck with carrying the thin, raggedy blankets.

"Please, Dmitri," Rachel whispered, glancing behind her to where Natty and Charles were walking. "Why did you pick up these two? Tell me."

Dmitri sighed heavily and narrowed his eyes before he leaned over and began a whispered conversation with Rachel.

"This is stupid." Charles muttered darkly, glaring at Dmitri and Rachel, who were in deep conversation. "It should be us he's talking to, not her."

Natty nodded grimly. Dmitri had said that they must get to the next town by nightfall. They would finally be able to sleep in a real bed!

That evening, after Charles and Dmitri got into a fight about why Dmitri wouldn't tell them why he had taken them, Natty and Charles sat in the common room of the inn the four were staying in for the night.

"What do you think it is? I mean, why does it have to be us?" Charles asked, tracing invisible lines with his finger on the table.

Natty sighed and looked out the window. "I don't know, but it could be something deadly. You know, like something that could change the world."

Charles snorted and looked at Natty. "I'd doubt it."

Natty and Charles had begun to get along, although Natty was still pretty sour to Charles. Dmitri, however, got the full blast of Natty’s hate for the time being. Charles and Dmitri never spoke to each other, and Rachel was trying her best to get through to Natty.

Charles looked over Natty as she stared dully out the window. Her hair was a dark black
with red seeping. Her eyes were a ferocious green that looked as if they could have held kindness had it not been for the environment she was raised in. He knew he had seen her before that one night when the Master was killed, he knew… but where?

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Old 04-06-2008, 06:34 PM

Chapter 4
(part 2 of 2)

He smiled gently, watching her skin glow in the moonlight for a while. She turned abruptly and narrowed her eyes. "How old did you say you were, exactly?"

"Nineteen." Charles looked away quickly. Funny, how she could be only two years younger than him and act so much like an adult.

"Nineteen…" she said softly. "That was exactly how long ago when the Prince disappeared and the royal family was killed."

"What?"

“You don't know the story of the Prince?" Natty asked coldly. Every child in her division of Cot had heard one too many times. It was a story she couldn't stand to listen to.

“No, I don’t. Tell me.”

“No. Did you really think that I would tell you that stupid children’s tale anyways?” Natty said bitterly. “Good night.”

Natty stood up and crossed the room to the stairwell. Before she climbed up the staris, Natty looked back at Charles. He was running a hand through his hair again and staring out the window. A small part of Natty hoped he wouldn’t dislike her for keeping something from him, but she shook off the feeling.
* * *
While Natty lay in bed that night, the wonderful pleasure of sleeping in a real bed was brushed from her mind as she ran her mind over the Prince’s tale. She couldn’t possibly find a way for the Prince to be alive, or how the story could be true if no survivors were left alive in the castle.


The story of the Prince originated nineteen years ago to give hope to the citizens living in the capital that a new leader would return who had true royal blood in his or her veins.

The ‘legend’ went that the prosperous capital was threatened many hundreds of years in advance by a weak tribe. Nobody remembered their threat or even worried about it, until that night they sent assassins.

Nineteen years ago, a small group of assassins broke into the castle and slit the throats of the king and queen. They also killed the eldest son and kidnapped the two other sons. One of the two other sons was found three days later in the river, drowned. The last remaining son was never found, but the people were siding on either that he, too, drowned, or that he might still be alive. The newborn daughter’s body was never recovered. Some people believe that she was burned along with the palace, or drowned. Not very many people belive that the daughter could still be alive.

Natty sighed heavily and rolled into her side. The least she could do was get some sleep, for the first time in a long while.

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Old 04-06-2008, 07:29 PM

Chapter 5
(part 1 of 2)

The next morning, Dmitri had everyone wake before dawn. Rachel, of course, was happier than the world to go back into the woods. Natty had a cold shoulder turned on everyone that morning, and didn’t speak until noon.

Dmitri had decided that they would continue traveling until nightfall, so the group walked while eating a lunch that consisted of stale bread and whatever wild fruit they came across. Rachel was too busy fixing the compass and talking to Charles about the wildlife in the forests to stop Natty from arguing with Dmitri.

“Why are we going to the capital?” Natty asked impatiently.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Are you taking me into a trap? What if we don’t get to live a life of luxury like you said?”

Dmitri nodded absentmindedly.

“Hey! Why aren’t you answering me? I have a right to know!”

“No, you don’t have that right while traveling with me! Could you please just shut up and cooperate for a longer time? I swear that I’m not leading you into a trap!” Dmitri shouted angrily.

Natty stopped walking almost instantly. Dmitri was really mad, and it wasn’t like him to yell so quickly… not that it bothered her. The wind suddenly picked up and Rachel was nearly blown over because she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. Charles tapped Natty of the shoulder.

“We aren’t stopping until nigh– What’s wrong?”

Natty brushed his hand off her shoulder and turned away. “Leave me alone, it’s nothing.”

For the next few hours, the group walked until shortly after midnight. Rachel ran up to the front of the group and grabbed Dmitri’s shoulder, turning him around with tremendous force. For the first time since Charles and Natty had met Rachel, she seemd furious.

“Dmitri you idiot! We’re stopping where we are right now, and I don’t care what you say because we’ve all been walking since before dawn! Do you know that the Moon is near setting and all of us but you are walking in our sleep?” Rachel shouted angrily.

Natty poked Charles in the shoulder, trying to wake him up, but quickly gave up and watched him continue walking until he hit a tree. Dmitri set up a fire and watched everyone settle down, Charles was swearing under his breath because Natty let him run into a tree.

Eventually, Dmitri fell asleep and the group slept until noon, when the fire was dead and Rachel had developed a horrendous cough. Wordlessly, everyone cleaned up and began walking to the next village. They arrived around late afternoon, when the sun was starting to set.

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Old 04-06-2008, 07:30 PM

Chapter 5
(part 2 of 2)

Rachel was in the room she shared with Natty at the local Inn, nursing her throat while continually checking on Dmitri, who was apparently brooding in his room. Charles had slipped off into the park, and since Natty had nothing better to do, she followed him without his knowing and sat down on the grass in the park and looked up at the sky. The moon was coming out; it was near a new moon. Suddenly feeling queasy, Natty turned her gaze away.

Her eyes caught sight of beautiful flowers that were as white as the full moon. The tips of the petals curled away from the center of the flowers, giving it all the more beauty.

“Ow!” Natty smacked the side of her head harshly, almost blacking out. A sudden buzzing noise from her brain had echoed in her head, causing great pain.

“Natty?”

“What?” Natty snarled, whipping her head in the opposite direction with a force that allowed the buzzing to return. “Ow! Dang it…”

“You okay?” Charles asked, sitting next to her.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, you can go away now.”

“Those are beautiful flowers,” Charles said, absently. “They are white lilies, you know.”

Natty gave Charles a look of disgust. “How do you know that? And what’s so beautiful about a flower anyway?”

Charles sighed and got up, walking over to the lilies and picked one up. He walked back to the spot where Natty was sitting and handed the flower to her.

“Rachel told me that when we arrived here, I would have to look at the lilies they had in the park. She told me that they are a really special flower to some people because it symbolizes new life.”

The lily dropped into Natty’s lap, where she picked it up and held it to her nose.

“You might not see its potential, but I see what a good thing it is.” Charles said.

Natty stared at the lily and held it up in comparison to the moon. “I see.” she said quietly.

“Huh?”

“I see this is a pretty flower. They used to grow outside the main gate, once.”

Charles smiled. “There is good everywhere.”

The lily dropped from Natty’s hand and she narrowed her eyes. Natty looked at Charles, who was staring at the moon. Where did that come from? Natty thought. How can the two of us, who came from the same environment, turn out so differently?

A half-hour later, Natty was sitting in the room she shared with Rachel, asking about flowers that were the color of the moon. Charles was in the dark room with Dmitri, listening to him grumble on about nonsense.

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Old 04-06-2008, 07:39 PM

Chapter 6
(part 1 of 1)

The mood of the quartet three days later was horrible. From noon to an hour before midnight, Natty and Dmitri had argued non-stop until Dmitri lost his voice. Charles and Rachel, who had been out gathering extra wood, had come back to see Natty scratching designs in the dirt and Dmitri sitting on his mat, silent as a stone.

“D-Dmitri?” Rachel said hesitantly.

Dmitri turn to face her, his eyes dancing with hate and pointed at his throat, then to Natty. After he repeated the motions several times, Rachel finally understood that they had fought to the point where Dmitri’s voice disappeared.

An hour after midnight, everyone was brooding around the fire. For every one of them, at least one thing was on their nerves. Nobody talked and no one thought of going to sleep.

Natty sat with her knees tucked up to her chest, twirling the wilting lily Charles gave her three nights ago between her fingers. The reason she was upset was because Dmitri lost his voice because of her and wouldn’t even look at her now. Rachel was busy making tea for Dmitri from what fruit and dried leaves they had. All the while she was glancing at Charles.

While Rachel and Charles were out collecting firewood, Charles had pestered Rachel continuously to find out why Dmitri was taking them to the capital. Rachel had sadly refused to say anything and for the last fifteen minutes of searching, they didn’t speak. The reason Charles was upset, besides Rachel, was that nobody was talking, or trying to improve the current situation. Dmitri was seething mad that his voice was gone, and also because no one had stepped up to take charge. There wasn’t a plan of action now because not even Rachel knew how to get to the capital from where they were.

Rachel finished making the tea and handed a cup to Dmitri and sighed. She looked around at Charles and Natty and ran a few ideas through her mind. Quickly, Rachel pulled a few pressed parchment sheets from her pack and a stick of charcoal. Setting her thoughts to the paper, Rachel tucked it safely back into her pack. She smiled warmly, wondering how soon it would be until Dmitri regained his voice.

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Old 04-06-2008, 07:44 PM

Chapter 7
(part 1 of 2)

About three days after Dmitri’s voice had disappeared, it returned. It was late evening, and Rachel was already asleep by the fire. Natty was sitting on her mat calmly as she threw the now wilted lily into the fire. She was too busy thinking about Cot to notice that Charles had saved the lily. Her thoughts had stretched to when she first met Dmitri, and how he always had a smile on his face, even if it ticked her off more.

“Natty!”

“Huh?” Natty shook herself, turning to Charles.

“I gave you this lily nine days ago.”

“And?” Natty was getting agitated.

Charles turned the brittle lily over in his hand and watched it shrivel. He stared at Natty, obviously confused. “And you gave it no water. Only three days ago was it beginning to wilt!”

Dmitri turned his head abruptly in Charles’s direction. He had been reading a very thick and ancient book in a dusty old leather cover, but it was no longer the center of Dmitri’s attention. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it quickly. Dmitri’s eyes danced with a new light.

Oblivious to Dmitri’s prying eye, Natty sighed. “Don’t you have anything better to do, Charles?”

Charles turned his face away, and stared into the fire passively. Dmitri grinned wickedly to himself and grabbed Rachel’s pack. She always carried a stick of charcoal and pressed parchment for writing and drawing purposes.

He picked up the first page of paper and in Rachel’s handwriting and drawing style was a clear illustration of Charles and Natty. Dmitri narrowed his eyes and looked up at the two, who were now bickering, and back at the picture.

A lily was the center of the drawing and was ornately drawn with good detail. Dmitri’s eyes widened, the fire dancing across the camp. Underneath the picture was Rachel’s neat handwriting. ‘She will bridge, He will comfort.’

“Natty!”

Charles’s sudden outburst ruined Dmitri’s thoughts. Abandoning the artwork, Dmitri looked over in Natty’s direction.

Natty was slumped against Charles; her face was visibly pale despite the firelight. Dmitri quickly stood up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, glancing back at the book he was reading moments before.

“I-– I don’t know.”

Dmitri looked at the sky, unable to see the moon, which should have been at its highest point. A smile worked its way across his face.

“Put a damp towel on her forehead, try and wake her up again.”

Dmitri impatiently waited for what seemed like a lifetime while Natty remained unconscious. His train of thought lingered on Rachel’s odd drawing. He had never seen so much talent and effort put into one of her pictures before… it was strange.

“Natty… are you okay?”

Charles’s sudden input startled Dmitri. Natty was sitting upright, cursing under her breath.
“What…?”

“Has this ever happened before?” Dmitri questioned immediately.

Natty looked up at Dmitri and her vision faltered. She squeezed her eyes shut and covered her mouth.

“Nat?”

Faster than lightning, Natty punched Dmitri clean in the chin. He swore loudly, glaring at
Natty with a new hate, all of the concern was gone.

“Don’t you ever call me that!” she seethed. “I wouldn’t care if you died now, demon!”

Dmitri backed away, keeping a safe distance from Natty before asking his question again.
“Did this ever happen before?”

Suddenly feeling queasy again, Natty shut her eyes, shaking her head wildly.

Dmitri nodded. Turning to Charles, who was staring at where Natty punched him, and he advised him to go get some rest.

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Old 04-06-2008, 07:45 PM

Chapter 7
(part 2 of 2)

Everyone was sleeping an hour or so after Natty had punched Dmitri. Natty was still up against the tree, and Charles was curled up on his mat. Dmitri, however, was leaning against the tree, sleeping next to Natty. He had been the last one to fall asleep after putting a blanket around Natty’s shoulders.

Dmitri wasn’t the type of person who could easily comfort someone, but he tried his best in Natty’s case. He had lessened the fire to a pile of embers to lower Natty’s small fever. His hopes only soared higher after today’s incident.

When Rachel woke early the next morning, she quickly sketched a not-so-detailed picture of what she saw across from her. On the other side of the hearth, Natty slept with her head on Dmitri’s shoulder. Dmitri looked peaceful, and Rachel smiled. Her eyes twinkled as she tried to remember the last time Dmitri ever had that expression on his face. He was happy.

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Old 04-06-2008, 07:57 PM

Chapter 8
(part 1 of 2)

Dmitri ignored Natty entirely the next day. He was glad Rachel wasn’t looking in his direction when he woke up, his face flushed red when he remembered where he was. Rachel paid no attention to him in return of his cold manner, so she talked to Natty about the swamps near the next village.

“Dmitri really does care about us, you see. The swamps up near this village we’re stopping at are really horrible.” Rachel explained cheerfully.

Natty scowled, unaware of what happened after Dmitri threw the blanket at her; she was still pretty mad. “Or maybe he’s just a lazy bum who doesn’t want a bit more adventure!”

Without him even turning around, Natty knew her taunt had angered him.

“And,” Rachel continued hesitantly. “This village was also where I first met Dmitri.”

Charles was busy tying knots in a bit of cloth, but stopped to look over at Rachel. She was smiling nervously, and he kind of understood why. Dmitri had tensed as he struggled to stay out of the conversation. Laughing silently, Charles returned to
tying the knots.

“Really? Was Dmitri always a bad-tempered jerk?” Natty asked nicely, jabbing Dmitri in the back with insults as best she could.

Rachel’s eyes twinkled and her smile lost its nervousness. “No, he was rather kind to me.”

Natty tripped over nothing, shocked. “So…”

“My point in this isn’t about how nice Dmitri once was, it is about how nice he is now. If he doesn’t seem to show it.” Rachel added hastily, blocking Natty’s comment.

Dmitri slowed down his pace a bit so his steps matched up with Rachel’s. His eyes had a sad look to them, but Rachel didn’t notice.

“Why?” he asked.

“We’re going to near there by noon tomorrow, right?” Rachel sighed. “And besides, I think you are too tense and rude around Natty and Charles.”

Seeing his disgusted face, she added quickly, “Not that you need to love them both, just get to know them better.”

The sky darkened as the sun hid behind the clouds; it had been getting colder and colder every day. Natty looked sadly at the sky, wondering if rain was coming. They group had such fair weather since they all first met that Natty had begun to wish for rain.

She had often thought about running, or flying away at night when it was her turn to watch at night. Natty swatted her head, annoyed that the buzzing that continued to bother her. Sighing heavily, she looked around at the people she was walking with.

Dmitri looked over at Natty, her hand lying casually on her head. She turned her head in his direction, staring at him seriously.

“What?” she asked, annoyed.

“A-ah… nothing.” Rachel’s words still bounced around his mind, and he wondered if it was even possible to get to know Natty better. Charles would probably be easy, but Dmitri wasn’t sure.

“Yes, there is. I can see your eyes.” Natty said accusingly, matching her steps with Dmitri’s.

He ignored her and kept on walking.

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Old 04-06-2008, 08:00 PM

Chapter 8
(part 2 of 2)

“Dmitri.”

Rachel looked up at the clouds, now dark and gloomy. She quickly handed a rain jacket to Charles and put one on herself. Dmitri pulled his out, ignoring Natty,
and another one, which he handed to her.

“Put it on before it rains.”

“But–”

“Shut up!” Dmitri said, turning his back on Natty and he quickened his pace.

The rain broke as Rachel turned her face to the ground. The hood from the jacket shaded her face as she frowned; Dmitri and Natty were never going to get along.

Dmitri’s face worried her the most. For Natty to see it, instead of Rachel, was startling.

“Rachel.”

She lifted her face to look at Charles; he seemed unaffected by the rain. His eyes looked worried.

“Natty noticed Dmitri was upset.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m surprised.”

“Well I’m worried.”

Rachel looked at Charles more seriously now. He never seemed to care much about Natty, but now that she thought about it…

“Don’t worry. If Natty is beginning to show some heart, it’s a good thing. No matter how you look at it, we should be glad.”

Charles narrowed his eyes. “Now you make her seem like some sort of item that can be sold or traded.”

“I have known Dmitri for a long time, and I know what his obsessions were before we came and got you two. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had suspicions.”

“Suspicions about what, exactly? You’re being really vague.”

The rain began to shower down harder, and Rachel stopped talking to Charles. The rain continued on until nightfall, and there wasn’t any dry wood hidden anywhere that they could light.

Natty spent a long time sitting under the semi-large tent they had constructed, her head in her hands. The mood of the camp was depressing and chill from the now approaching winter dampened everyone’s spirits. Rachel said that they would be at Dmitri’s ‘home’ village by noon the next day if the rains eased up. If you looked closely at the gap in the trees near the road, you could see the faint outline of the village walls.

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Old 04-06-2008, 08:05 PM

Chapter 9
(part 1 of 3)

The rain had stopped in the early in the morning and the road was no longer a road, but a path of mud. Dmitri was a depressed mess of man the whole morning. He was silent and wouldn’t allow anyone to speak to him, not even Rachel.
Charles quickened his pace until it matched with Natty’s. “Natty?”
“Leave me alone!” Natty said harshly, running forward and almost tripping.
Rachel grabbed Dmitri’s arm. “You have to say something.”
* * *
By late afternoon, the group was in the village. Dmitri’s house was in bad shape from some short weeks of being abandoned, but he was too busy talking with Rachel to notice or care.
“She’s dangerous.” Rachel said, pacing Dmitri’s room. “Natty lived in Cot for as long she can remember and the main rule there was survival of the fittest. If what you think is true, then her emotional changes could be dramatic. You should at least say something; we will probably never see a nicer Natty. What if she is the one?”
“I get it!” Dmitri sighed, sitting down and putting his face in his hands. “I just can’t handle what the Police told me. I probably should have left Natty back at Cot. She’s causing too many problems…”
Rachel sat on the bed. “What kind of problems?”
Dmitri looked over at her, his eyes blank. “If she is what I hope for, I really worry; more so than I am now. You seem to ignore the facts I told you about Natty and Charles. They cannot fall in love.”
Rachel’s eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth. “Dmitri…”
“What if the government wants a planned marriage? I can’t let a real Romeo and Juliet story come from this! I… also can’t fall in love with Natty if she is what she is.” Dmitri sighed. He had stood up in frustration, but now he looked weary.
“It’s hard.” He went on. “You must also refrain from any affection from Charles. It’s an unlikely thing between you two, but it can happen. We have to take lots of precautions in this journey.”
Rachel pushed back her hair from her face, and stood up. “Dmitri. Please don’t live by these rules you have put up. I mean, you can, but just cover up the tense and rude part of you for us. You are better than this.”
Her mood shifted to a lighter tone and she smiled. “I’m going to clean out your nasty garden that is out back.”
She skipped out of the room, humming a children’s tune.
Dmitri sighed heavily, scratching the back of his neck. ‘Why does this have to be so hard?’ he thought.

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Old 04-06-2008, 08:06 PM

Chapter 9
(part 2 of 3)

“Hey.”
Natty walked into the room, faking a smile.
Dmitri didn’t bother to turn around and look at Natty; he felt inwardly exhausted and didn’t think he could deal with her asking questions.
“Are you going to say anything?” She paused. “Do you always brood?”
Dmitri twitched inwardly. ‘And Rachel expects me to get along with her?’ he thought.
“Dmi–”
Natty was cut off as Dmitri turned around, pulling something from behind his dresser. He seemed really frustrated, but Natty stood her ground. Guessing that one-to-many comments actually got to him, she refrained from saying anything else.
The object Dmitri had pulled out from the dresser was an antique sword that looked like something you would find in fairytales. A ruby sat plainly on the top of the hilt and it fit the somewhat details covering the hilt and sheath. The sword didn’t look particularly dangerous… just as long it stayed the way it was.
“I’m not going to hurt you… this is just for making a point that I’ll need to break through your mental wall.” Dmitri explained calmly, never once looking up front the floor. Natty could tell from the tone in his voice that he was very agitated.
Natty wasn’t particularly sure what was going on, but she narrowed her eyes in turn to show that she was playing serious now, too. Her forced light mood had evaporated as she waited for Dmitri to start talking.
“We are now very close to the capital, almost halfway, and our traveling group in particular needs to keep strictly to ourselves. This means that if anything about our names or where we are heading leak out…” Dmitri closed his eyes as he thought of something before he continued, looking up to meet Natty’s eyes.
“If a certain bit of information leaks out to a superior source, I will have no choice but to kill the one who leaked out that important bit and the person to whom it was told.”
Natty’s tone was sour and her mind knew that Dmitri was hiding something more than it appeared. “So what is it that you’re hiding?”
The gloom around Dmitri’s face vanished as a smile twitched the corners of his mouth; Natty obviously hadn’t understood his talk. Too physically and emotionally tired to restate anything, Dmitri put back the sword. He slowly, quietly, showed Natty out of the room, a smile creeping across his face.
Natty watched the door slam in her face before swearing under her breath. On the other side of the door, Dmitri’s hand lingered hesitantly on the doorknob. Faintly hearing Natty’s swears, a smile appeared on his face. Turning from the door, he picked up the dusty old book, which had been sitting on the counter the whole argument.
“And you still believe she’s the one… foolish man.” He whispered, running a hand over the ancient leather cover.

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Old 04-06-2008, 08:08 PM

Chapter 9
(part 3 of 3)

Natty stomped into the back garden and leaned up against an aged fence. She didn’t feel as angry as she normally would after arguing with Dmitri. Pushing herself away from the fence, Natty shoved those thoughts from her mind and looked around at where she was.
Rachel had informed the group that Eru, the place that was Dmitri’s home, technically had three seasons because winter began to take over as soon as the summer sun began to fade. The trees stood naked in the frost that gripped every plant mercilessly. The wilted brown and black figures that were once flowers shivered in the smallest breeze and few people were out and about. In Natty’s mind, this first impression left the mark that Eru was a ghost town.
Overhead, the clouds were a dark grey and swirled around angrily. Rachel was sitting on an old bench by Dmitri’s window, staring at the ground with a blank look when she looked up at the sky.
“Hey, Natty!” she called. “How about we get you a good haircut and a nice set of clothes? I think you and Charles need a fresh start.”
Charles, who had been running his hand over the old fence a few feet from Rachel, turned to look at Natty who was on the opposite end of the garden. He had heard her come in, fuming, but just wanted to leave her alone. When Rachel mentioned a clean start, he looked up.
“A clean slate?” he asked.
“Exactly!” Rachel beamed. “What do you say?”
Charles sighed. “Of course! I think I should forget everything that happened in Cot.”
“You shouldn’t do that.”
Looking up, Natty was glaring at him. Confused, he asked. “Why not?”
“You’ll forget who you are if you forget your past.”
“And you’ve both forgotten your pasts!” Rachel intervened. Avoiding Natty’s stare, Rachel watched the ground as she continued talking. “Dmitri chose you for a reason… and by the way both of you have been acting… you can’t remember anything about who you truly are.”
“But I know exactly who I am!” Natty stated, near shouting. “I’m a vampire!”
“No, you aren’t.” Rachel said harshly, meeting her stare angrily. “Haven’t you ever wondered what you would look like if you weren’t a vamprie? Haven’t you ever wondered why other slave children who came to Cot at the same time you did died before you even turned ten? I know who the true Natty is. I’m positive I know.” Rachel shouted, her eyes shining with tears.
Natty’s head was hung with her face clouded and unreadable. Charles was in shock, knowing that vampires aged a year every two years for the first hundred. How old was Natty without the vampirism in her blood?
“Rachel…” Dmitri appeared behind Natty, hearing her outburst. “You’re going to hurt your voice again.”
Her eyes shining with tears, Rachel gave Natty a helpless look as she followed Dmitri’s escort back to the house. Natty turned her back to Charles, her emotions still shrouded. Deciding nothing better was available to do, Charles followed the two back into the house.
When the three had left the garden, the skies opened up and rain began to pour down in heavy doses. Natty wrapped her arms around herself, her shoulders shaking, before disappearing into the small room she was given by Dmitri for the time being.
Hidden by the clouds, a moon rose slowly with a dimmed light. It seemed burdened by an extra weight that never seemed to exist before. Dmitri watched the moon rise to its highest point from his window before picking up the old book once again.
“It’s obvious to me, but who will believe it?” he whispered.

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Old 04-06-2008, 08:32 PM

Alrighty. I'm gonna take a break from uploading all of the Neoma chapters (considering chapter 10 isn't done, lol) and put up something I wrote as a side-story for something else. NOT related to Neoma.
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Forever
(part 1 of 3)

One rainy day in Peru, when the sun should have been at its highest point, the average hustle and bustle of the small town continued as if there was no rain. Today was market day, which was when ships from other villages came to trade goods. Merchants were out yelling absurd items for outrageous prices, and the fruit market was booming with the new shipments.

Peru was a desolate town sectioned off from the rest of the world by large, terrifying mountains. The houses were separated by acres of dry land that was barely used for farming and the houses themselves were small rickety wooden shelters that had no real floor. The city wasn't always this poor, though. Once, long ago, when the elders were the youth of Peru and the Neko people were treated as normal beings. That was the time where Peru was populous and carefree.

The Neko people were like any other human, but they inherited the ears and tail of a certain animal. Some nekos even acquired the senses of whichever animal ancestor they had. Most of the Neko people took after cats, although various other sub-races included foxes and wolves. Once when the elders were younger, their chieftain ruled with a Neko leader. The two of them were as close as brothers, but the Neko chieftain attracted evil demons and lost spirits to the village at an alarming rate.

And one day, a truly evil fox demon ripped Peru of its prosperity. The human chieftain blamed the Neko leader for Peru's misfortune and labeled all the Neko people as demons. When the Neko leader's wife tried to prove otherwise, the humans tied her to a wooden cross and burned her alive in front of her husband's eyes. Enraged by his wife's death, the Neko chieftain took his newborn daughter in his arms with beautiful care. Tears in his eyes, he handed her over to his closest human friends whom he knew he could trust to keep his daughter safe. He feared that if he placed his daughter in the hands of his Neko cabinet, she would be killed and he just couldn't live with that thought.

With his emotions overflowing with grief, rage, and the motivation to prove nekos weren't demons, he went out to destroy the fox demon. He succeeded but he lost his life from the injuries he sustained. The human leader, however, refused to accept the fact that the demon was gone. The Neko leader's daughter, whose parting with her father would never be remembered, was sickly and near death at the time when the demon was destroyed.

The demon, seeing its chance to revenge itself, quickly locked itself away inside of the Neko leader's daughter. Its overly powerful soul mixed with the baby's so that they shared one soul. The baby's health improved greatly, and the human elders deemed it a miracle. The demon's plan was to feed of the daughter's soul until it no longer existed. The demon would then have a disposable body for its own use and it could once again rein terror over countless countries.

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Old 04-06-2008, 08:34 PM

Forever
(part 2 of 3)

But back in the present era, a clap of thunder as loud as a thousand demons roared through the sky and sent many people into buildings as the rain began to pour harder than before. It had always rained in Peru, and as long as the neko's daughter lived and aged, the rains would get harder and harsher every year.

On one of the muddy roads, a single figure in a worn-out woolen smock ran down the path with its shoes getting stuck in the mud every so often. When the figure tripped and fell, a fox's tail twitched from beneath the smock and swayed sadly in the downpour. The figure was now on its hands and knees, and it apparently doubted it could make it home. A passerby, who had been walking with his face facing the sky, looked down on the Neko and walked over to help it up.

"Do you need help?" he asked.

The Neko looked up, her green eyes twinkling like summer grass bathed in sunlight. Her hood fell back as she looked up, and two fox ears stood straight up as they searched for dangerous sounds. The Neko's hair was shoulder-length and a fiery red and two ponytails were tied up with long black ribbons. She didn't speak, but held up a muddy hand to the human.

"Alright." the man sighed. "Will you be able to make it back to where you live or do you want me to take you there?"

The Neko blinked at the offer, knowing very well that most humans weren't so friendly. "I don't want to bother you. I'll get myself home."

"Not without falling over repeatedly." The man said. "Do you even have a home?"

His black eyes shone like obsidian stones and they held a mischief that was covered by his seemingly kind nature. The Neko really didn't like humans, but her ears told her to not trust this one. This one had a strong presence about it. She opened her mouth to object, but the human took her hand again and led her to the building just behind them.

When they entered the building, the Neko immediately recognized it as the only Inn run by a Neko family. As the man who helped her up pulled her through the crowd of soaked individuals, she thought that he might be staying at the Inn. A sudden, sick thought crossed her mind but the Neko waved it from her thoughts quickly. They climbed the flight of stairs and rounded a few corners before finally reaching the man's room. He stopped and let go of the neko's hand only to hold out his other hand in a friendly manner.

"My name is Dmi and I've been a traveler in and out of Peru for a while now. Will you tell me your name?" he asked, a smile tweaking his lips.

The girl pouted, her ears flat and tail twitching in an upset manner, and stuck her hand out to meet his. Shaking it stiffly, she replied with a glimmer of mysterious relief in her eyes. "I'm Minkai."

Dmi smiled widely and opened up the door to the room. Walking inside, he took off his raggedy coat and helped Minkai out of hers. He set a pan of water onto a small, shivering stove for tea and sat down at the sturdy wooden table. "You can sit down, you know." he said.

Minkai sat down, looking around the room. She had seen the insides of this Inn before because she worked here in the sunny seasons. The walls were a strong wood, a kind that was intertwined with other planks to keep different fragrances ousting the bad smells in the inn. Although the Neko people were ridiculed in Peru, this was the only building where they were respected. The furniture was of the same mix of woods and looked very poor for the status of an Inn, but it kept the people who stayed there alive and warm.

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Old 04-06-2008, 08:34 PM

Forever
(part 3 of 3)

As her eyes pranced around the room, Dmi rested his head on his hands while staring at Minkai. When she finally looked over at him, he smiled. "I won't do anything bad to you, I just don't think that a fox should try and walk home in a foot of mud."

She answered him with a stern glare and turned to stare out a small window. "When will it stop raining?" she asked, her ears alert.

"If I said I never wanted them to stop, you'd probably up and leave thinking I was a sick-minded man. I'm not, and you should trust me only on that and my name, by the way. The rains should be away by twilight, so we have a few hours."

"I'll leave before they let up, though." Minkai said, looking over at Dmi. "I just met you."

"I know that. I might not have helped someone up like I did with you; I'm not that kind of person. But there just seems to be something about you that I feel I can trust." Dmi said, yawning widely and closing his eyes. "The rain makes me smile, and tired."

"My conscience says I shouldn't trust you. What do you say to that?" Minkai asked impatiently.

One obsidian eye opened slowly, and stared lazily at Minkai. For a split moment, she was startled at how perfect Dmi looked. His features were perfectly marbled, although his skin was pale, and his eyes were obviously so glass-like that he seemed as if he was only a doll.

His voice was soft and filled with the grogginess one would have after just waking up. "I say that you leave me alone and let me sleep. You don't need to stay here any longer."

Minkai put her face in her hands, looking away from Dmi's face. "Ooh..." she moaned silently to herself. "Why me?"

The Neko and human sat in silence for an eternity, the sounds of thunder and flashes of lightening soothing Dmi into a sleepy state and frightening Minkai out of her skin. Dmi had moved himself over to the small couch located in the dark corner, telling Minkai she could sleep on the bed if the rain wouldn't let up soon. Minkai had answered by glaring at Dmi until he had to turn away from her piercing look.

Hours passed and the rain continued to beat down. Dmi had long since entered a deep essence of sleep, and Minkai guessed that it was well past nightfall. She didn't think it would be a good idea to walk home in the dark with potential crazies ready to kill the first Neko they saw. But then again, it probably wasn't a good idea to stay with Dmi, either. In the end of her mental battle, Minkai curled herself up on the white sheets of the bed and closed her eyes, jumping every time the thunder roared. She finally drifted off into a fitful sleep and slept, undisturbed, until early the next morning.

 


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