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The Hunter (Chapter 2)The Hunt Serate awoke from his long slumber. In the tunnels, it was impossible to tell when was day or night in the outside world, except by inaccurate instinct of exhaustion at night and his dreams fading into darkness in the morning. His vision was blurry. Rubbing his eyes, Serate walked to a nearby stream; one that led to a hole to tiny for any drow to go through,. It probably led to the outside world. Serate bemoaned the fact that he was too tall and large.Nearby, he saw the same girl-- Mary De Trongor, leaning against a cavern wall and fast asleep. She stirred and one of her throwing daggers fell out from the pouch behind her cloak. Poor being, she was, facing certain doom in here. Feeling a sense of sympathy, he walked over and put the dagger back into the pouch. Mary did not notice. She simply turned over, thoughts deep in her fantastic dreams. Serate knew. He dreamt about that fateful night when he was driven out of Nendriq. It was a dream that invaded his thoughts every time he drifts off to sleep.There were four great warriors in Nendriq: Twin Scimitars, Thrown daggers, Nimble Hand, and Crossed Swords.The night was long and dreary. Serate awoke with a violent nightmare; one that involved the King of Nendriq. Gathering his equipment and slipping on his chainmail, he ran upstairs to check on the King-- Only to find the old drow dead in a pool of blood. Thrown Daggers stood beside the body, wielding his usual crossed daggers; only that they were bloodied. Serate and Thrown Daggers stared for a long time before Thrown Daggers grabbed Serate's scimitars, dug them into the corpse, covering them with the king's blood. Thrown Daggers sheathed the daggers and fled, leaving Serate disoriented and confused. By the time Serate recovered from his shock, the drow army surrounded him. They arrested him, threw him down into the Rengor Tunnels and left him there to live or die.Mary De Trongor opened her eyes, looking at Serate who was staring out to space, deep in thought. When she was fully awake, she let out a scream, snapping Serate out of his trance."What seems to be the matter?" Serate asked with faked concern, glaring at her. Shock and fear was written all over her face. "Why are you intruding on a lady's privacy?" She shot back, hugging her cloak around her as if she had been nude all the while, though, of course, she was not."My apologies, my Lady, but this is how it works down here-- Privacy has never existed." Serate answered with sarcasm, turning around, unsheathing his scimitars. "With that, I am going to hunt."Mary De Trongor was horrified. "You want me, a noble lady, hunt for food?" She said in shock and disbelief. No, she was too used to having food served right to her feet. She never had to hunt."Again, I apologise, but it is how you survive here, for you will most likely to be trapped in here for the rest of your life. " He said, taking a turn into the next cavern. Hastily grabbing her daggers, Mary scrambled to her feet and gave chase. "Drow, can't you help me hunt?" She said, almost begging. No, she thought. She is a noble's daughter! It would be utterly disgraceful to beg.Serate turned around and looked at her in the eye."I would. If I could. I love hunting." He answered. Mary was no doubt, pleased, but Serate continued. " But my deepest apologies. In order to survive here, you need to hunt on your own. Noble lady." Mary fumed, glaring with fury as the drow walked away into the next cavern. She stayed silent fora wile, then spoke. "Fine! I shall show you how well I can hunt!" she yelled, almost in a shriek.A moment later, Mary came to regret her decision deeply. The caverns were dark. What little light was that from the outside world. Often, several caverns shared the same, solitary beam of light, which would make hunting difficult for everyone, except, at least, maybe, Serate. She heard of drow hunting in total darkness, with only their nocturnal eyes to lead them. Here Mary was, a noble lady, groping around in the darkness, not looking or acting like one at all. She walked forward blindly with only her feet and hands to lead her. Her eyes were of no use whatsoever, though she can occasionally spot the dim highlight of a stone. It was not long when she saw-- Light. However, in contrast to the white, and sometimes yellowish light of the outside world, this light was green. Was it even light at all? Mary walked on, only to be halted by a strong arm around her shoulder. "D...drow? Sir Drow?" She said, almost wishing that it was that insufferable, infuriating drow she met earlier. "Yes," came Serate's voice. " It is I. How amusing. A noble lady squirming in the darkness, acting like a blind beggar." He smiled at his own joke. Mary snorted, taking back her wish.
"Did not not think that I have ventured there before, noble...blind lady?" He remarked with a hint of sarcasm. Mary glared, letting her anger accumulate first. When she burst out, oh, this drow is going to get it. "Ahead lies a cavern. A cavern of the Genderos. I assume you know what they are?" Mary glared. She glared until she grew slightly bored, and answered with a brief "No."
"Would you like to see for yourself? Do not go into the middle of there and start jumping about, waving your arms, screaming, 'Eat me, eat me!' like a gnome stricken with lunacy. Simply take a little peek from the side."
Mary's glare turned into a shrunken stare. One that reflected inferiority. This drow was telling her what to do? Nevertheless, she crept to the side with ginger steps and stretched her neck to take a peek of the monster that is inside. However, she changed her mind about the 'monster' she was expecting. It was a quiet town, filled with people about as tall as Serate, with long silver tails, wearing black or red robes with strange runes on them. Their three fingered hands either held staves that seemed to be made out of octopus tentacles, or swords that looked like they were made of hair. Darting back to Serate, she exclaimed loudly, "What is this idiocy? Wizards staves made out of octopus tentacles--" In her mid sentence, Serate clamped a hand over her blabbering mouth, pulling her into the previous cavern, kicking and squirming.
"What in the name of the Gods are you doing?" She demanded immediately after she was released. "Silence," Serate ordered sternly and pulled her behind a rock. One of the srange people ran out with his-- or possibly her-- sword. With a short shrug, the Gendero walked back in a fashion that resembled a tall man with undergrown legs.
With a furious glare from his eyes, Serate instructed. "Do not ever attract the attention of any other race living in the Rengor tunnels. It might be the last thing you ever do."
Mary nodded; more in fear than understanding, for what she saw had disturbed her.
Serate's right eye was that of gentle amber, but his left was a demented blood red, that of a killer.
~To be continued...
.::Epee::.
Departure
The poet
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The Hunter (Chapter 2)The Hunt Serate awoke from his long slumber. In the tunnels, it was impossible to tell when was day or night in the outside world, except by inaccurate instinct of exhaustion at night and his dreams fading into darkness in the morning. His vision was blurry. Rubbing his eyes, Serate walked to a nearby stream; one that led to a hole to tiny for any drow to go through,. It probably led to the outside world. Serate bemoaned the fact that he was too tall and large.Nearby, he saw the same girl-- Mary De Trongor, leaning against a cavern wall and fast asleep. She stirred and one of her throwing daggers fell out from the pouch behind her cloak. Poor being, she was, facing certain doom in here. Feeling a sense of sympathy, he walked over and put the dagger back into the pouch. Mary did not notice. She simply turned over, thoughts deep in her fantastic dreams. Serate knew. He dreamt about that fateful night when he was driven out of Nendriq. It was a dream that invaded his thoughts every time he drifts off to sleep.There were four great warriors in Nendriq: Twin Scimitars, Thrown daggers, Nimble Hand, and Crossed Swords.The night was long and dreary. Serate awoke with a violent nightmare; one that involved the King of Nendriq. Gathering his equipment and slipping on his chainmail, he ran upstairs to check on the King-- Only to find the old drow dead in a pool of blood. Thrown Daggers stood beside the body, wielding his usual crossed daggers; only that they were bloodied. Serate and Thrown Daggers stared for a long time before Thrown Daggers grabbed Serate's scimitars, dug them into the corpse, covering them with the king's blood. Thrown Daggers sheathed the daggers and fled, leaving Serate disoriented and confused. By the time Serate recovered from his shock, the drow army surrounded him. They arrested him, threw him down into the Rengor Tunnels and left him there to live or die.Mary De Trongor opened her eyes, looking at Serate who was staring out to space, deep in thought. When she was fully awake, she let out a scream, snapping Serate out of his trance."What seems to be the matter?" Serate asked with faked concern, glaring at her. Shock and fear was written all over her face. "Why are you intruding on a lady's privacy?" She shot back, hugging her cloak around her as if she had been nude all the while, though, of course, she was not."My apologies, my Lady, but this is how it works down here-- Privacy has never existed." Serate answered with sarcasm, turning around, unsheathing his scimitars. "With that, I am going to hunt."Mary De Trongor was horrified. "You want me, a noble lady, hunt for food?" She said in shock and disbelief. No, she was too used to having food served right to her feet. She never had to hunt."Again, I apologise, but it is how you survive here, for you will most likely to be trapped in here for the rest of your life. " He said, taking a turn into the next cavern. Hastily grabbing her daggers, Mary scrambled to her feet and gave chase. "Drow, can't you help me hunt?" She said, almost begging. No, she thought. She is a noble's daughter! It would be utterly disgraceful to beg.Serate turned around and looked at her in the eye."I would. If I could. I love hunting." He answered. Mary was no doubt, pleased, but Serate continued. " But my deepest apologies. In order to survive here, you need to hunt on your own. Noble lady." Mary fumed, glaring with fury as the drow walked away into the next cavern. She stayed silent fora wile, then spoke. "Fine! I shall show you how well I can hunt!" she yelled, almost in a shriek.A moment later, Mary came to regret her decision deeply. The caverns were dark. What little light was that from the outside world. Often, several caverns shared the same, solitary beam of light, which would make hunting difficult for everyone, except, at least, maybe, Serate. She heard of drow hunting in total darkness, with only their nocturnal eyes to lead them. Here Mary was, a noble lady, groping around in the darkness, not looking or acting like one at all. She walked forward blindly with only her feet and hands to lead her. Her eyes were of no use whatsoever, though she can occasionally spot the dim highlight of a stone. It was not long when she saw-- Light. However, in contrast to the white, and sometimes yellowish light of the outside world, this light was green. Was it even light at all? Mary walked on, only to be halted by a strong arm around her shoulder. "D...drow? Sir Drow?" She said, almost wishing that it was that insufferable, infuriating drow she met earlier. "Yes," came Serate's voice. " It is I. How amusing. A noble lady squirming in the darkness, acting like a blind beggar." He smiled at his own joke. Mary snorted, taking back her wish.
"Did not not think that I have ventured there before, noble...blind lady?" He remarked with a hint of sarcasm. Mary glared, letting her anger accumulate first. When she burst out, oh, this drow is going to get it. "Ahead lies a cavern. A cavern of the Genderos. I assume you know what they are?" Mary glared. She glared until she grew slightly bored, and answered with a brief "No."
"Would you like to see for yourself? Do not go into the middle of there and start jumping about, waving your arms, screaming, 'Eat me, eat me!' like a gnome stricken with lunacy. Simply take a little peek from the side."
Mary's glare turned into a shrunken stare. One that reflected inferiority. This drow was telling her what to do? Nevertheless, she crept to the side with ginger steps and stretched her neck to take a peek of the monster that is inside. However, she changed her mind about the 'monster' she was expecting. It was a quiet town, filled with people about as tall as Serate, with long silver tails, wearing black or red robes with strange runes on them. Their three fingered hands either held staves that seemed to be made out of octopus tentacles, or swords that looked like they were made of hair. Darting back to Serate, she exclaimed loudly, "What is this idiocy? Wizards staves made out of octopus tentacles--" In her mid sentence, Serate clamped a hand over her blabbering mouth, pulling her into the previous cavern, kicking and squirming.
"What in the name of the Gods are you doing?" She demanded immediately after she was released. "Silence," Serate ordered sternly and pulled her behind a rock. One of the srange people ran out with his-- or possibly her-- sword. With a short shrug, the Gendero walked back in a fashion that resembled a tall man with undergrown legs.
With a furious glare from his eyes, Serate instructed. "Do not ever attract the attention of any other race living in the Rengor tunnels. It might be the last thing you ever do."
Mary nodded; more in fear than understanding, for what she saw had disturbed her.
Serate's right eye was that of gentle amber, but his left was a demented blood red, that of a killer.
~To be continued...
.::Epee::.
Departure
The poet
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We are a 40-or-nothing, AM6, of the year 2006. Let's see. Sum it all in one equation? AM6 = love. We're of different personalities and everything and that's why we gel. Together, as one :) Man, it's not supposed to sound wrong. AM6's err mostly high, followed by a bunch of cool people, also reigning the majority.
EVERYONE is pwnage to us. No shit. Anyway, we've been together for close to 4 years already and can't bear to leave. :( Though we're not gonna ever, ever be the same unique bunch of lovely, nice, kind, polite, brilliant, marvelous, terrific, pure and merry classmates anymore, these 4 years of wonderful memories will definitely be in our hearts, etched deeply within us. Aww, *sniff.
AM6-ity is in all of us. Like peanut in peanut butter. Like phosphate groups in a sugar-phosphate backbone. Like Santa in Santa Claus. Like the i in iPod. Like the sun and the seas and the moon and the stars. Like seeds on a strawberry. Like spastic and random. Like the B in Brilliant and the T in Terrific. A circle of friends, friends for a reason, season, lifetime. Can't you feel the tears brimming in your eyes now :(
aishwarya/aishu- Crescent Girls'
angelica/jelly- St. Anthony's
angeline/angel- TKGS
ayushi/sushi- Cedar Girls'
serene/happy- Anglican High
christine/chrissah- RGS
elissa/one grain of sand/elly/yili/sandy- NYGH
faithe/queen- Anglican High
farah/mohammad- RGS
gayathri- NUS High
olivia/oli- TKSS
jolene/jojo- Cedar Girls'
tricia/trishy- Anglican High
amanda/mandah- Bedok View Sec
fiona/feefee- Chung Cheng High (Main)
kimberly/kimmy- Dunman High
michelle/mitch- Anglican High
narmadha - NUS High
yuting/youthink- Chung Cheng High
gwen- TKSS
nurul/shaz- TKGS
rachel/rach- Cedar Girls'
sacha/sach- TKGS
vanisha- TKGS
sangari- KC
sarah/ahma/pen- Crescent Girls'
shermaine/sher/chummy- St. Nicholas
somya- Cedar Girls'
stephanie/stephy- Dunman High
louisa- Cedar Girls'
valerie/val- TKGS
cheryl- Anglican High
yinshuen/yinny- Cedar Girls'
tanya/shawny wawny â Cedar Girls'
clarisse- RGS
isabel/isy- Dunman High
deonn/duckie - KC
chunshu/cs- Cedar Girls'
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