Post by Aednat on Mar 2, 2006 19:32:43 GMT -5
As dusk approached, shadows fell over the grounds of Firefox University. The gentle swish of trees could be heard as could the whisper of the breeze as it swayed them. With these small sounds, the occasional call of a bird not yet sleeping, the quiet whistle of the wind and the leaves, the grounds seemed incredibly silent and peaceful. Every sound could be heard, simply because there were so few competing with one another. At the Shining River, however, the silence was not so complete, nor so peaceful.
“Bombarda! Reducto!”
Lying on her front at the bank of the river, a petite girl was directing her wand across the water. Chunks of the earth at the opposite wall of the river were being blasted off with each time she said the spell. She was small, but boy, was she frustrated. Aednat was always formidable when angry, despite her slight frame and generally upbeat demeanour. Directing her wand this time at a fair-sized rock, she uttered the spell once more through gritted teeth, bright blue eyes flashing dangerously.
“Reducto! Diffindo!”
The rock blasted to pieces, and some chunks, quite large, flew into the air and then dropped, littering the ground. It was quite an impressive casting, and displayed her anger. But now when she directed her wand at each of the largest chunks in turn, her voice held a different note. The fury that it had contained was no longer there. She sounded tired, disheartened, upset and completely worn out. Yes, she blasted each of the smaller rocks into smithereens, but it was with a half-hearted effort all of a sudden.
Why so angry? Why so disheartened? This morning, or rather afternoon, if one were to get technical, Aednat had read about the awful attack at the Triangle Tunnel. She had been infuriated, disgusted and horrified at the evil that had reared its ugly head. But on top of that, she was a bit disillusioned. There was so much evil, there had been so much suffering. Could they never get away from this? Aednat had meant every word, spoken and left unsaid, that had passed between herself and Sylph. She was prepared to giver herself totally to a new cause if the need arose. She’d never be able to bring herself to stand on the sidelines if she could help; it simply wasn’t in her nature to do such a thing. Even if she tried, she knew it would be beyond her. She wasn’t afraid of being caught up in this. She didn’t fear battle despite the fact that, naïve though she certainly was in some ways, she knew very well what the consequences could be. Why? Because if there was the slightest chance that she could offer help she would never refuse it. That would sicken her to a greater degree than anything she could envisage at that moment.
Nevertheless, she was saddened and angry. There was too much evil in the world.
Rolling over so that she lay on her back, Aednat studies the stars and before long a new sound pierced the silence.
Her lilting Irish voice rose and fell, softly, sweetly and filled with the intensity that she felt. She was singing with her soul. Aednat Leila Meagher always sang. She sang when she was happy, she sang when she needed a lift, she sang when she was excited or when she had been let down. Now, confused, she was singing again. It was an automatic thing with her. Maybe it would help her work through her thoughts. This morning had turned this new life upside down, simply because she hadn’t yet had a chance to think it all over.
She had begun singing, letting the words flow into the night, the first song that came to her head. As she sang, however, the words sunk in along with their meaning. It must have been one of those subconscious things, she thought, as a smile formed slowly. The words that she sang were just those that she needed to hear to remind her why it was that she would fight. Pulling herself into a sitting position, Aednat sang that verse over. Now the smile could be heard behind her voice, and it wasn’t just a small, appreciative smile, but a big, wide, delighted one.
Following the smile, an uncharacteristically hard look came upon her features. It was a look that she seldom wore, but a certain few of the students here might recognise it. Among the hardness, her features bore a certain determination. Attempts on their lives only made humans value what they had even more, or so it was for Aednat. And Aednat would fight for that, fight to the death if she had to. Because a life half-lived, a life on the sidelines; that was no life anyway, not in her book. Delight took over once more and she hopped to her feet with all of her usual energy, an energy that rarely left her but one that she had been devoid of just minutes before. Spreading her arms wide, the slight girl began to spin around and around in circles, the final words of her song rising into the approaching night. Life, put simply, was amazing. It was incredible. And for that, for hers and for others, she’d willingly fight and even die.
With all the carefree abandonment that she usually displayed, she began to turn cartwheels and somersaults, spinning and twirling as twilight approached. And all the while she sang, herself once more.
((I totally meant to put this when I started the thread... The song-It's "That's Life" by A.M. O'Grady, so all credit to her...yeah...))
“Bombarda! Reducto!”
Lying on her front at the bank of the river, a petite girl was directing her wand across the water. Chunks of the earth at the opposite wall of the river were being blasted off with each time she said the spell. She was small, but boy, was she frustrated. Aednat was always formidable when angry, despite her slight frame and generally upbeat demeanour. Directing her wand this time at a fair-sized rock, she uttered the spell once more through gritted teeth, bright blue eyes flashing dangerously.
“Reducto! Diffindo!”
The rock blasted to pieces, and some chunks, quite large, flew into the air and then dropped, littering the ground. It was quite an impressive casting, and displayed her anger. But now when she directed her wand at each of the largest chunks in turn, her voice held a different note. The fury that it had contained was no longer there. She sounded tired, disheartened, upset and completely worn out. Yes, she blasted each of the smaller rocks into smithereens, but it was with a half-hearted effort all of a sudden.
Why so angry? Why so disheartened? This morning, or rather afternoon, if one were to get technical, Aednat had read about the awful attack at the Triangle Tunnel. She had been infuriated, disgusted and horrified at the evil that had reared its ugly head. But on top of that, she was a bit disillusioned. There was so much evil, there had been so much suffering. Could they never get away from this? Aednat had meant every word, spoken and left unsaid, that had passed between herself and Sylph. She was prepared to giver herself totally to a new cause if the need arose. She’d never be able to bring herself to stand on the sidelines if she could help; it simply wasn’t in her nature to do such a thing. Even if she tried, she knew it would be beyond her. She wasn’t afraid of being caught up in this. She didn’t fear battle despite the fact that, naïve though she certainly was in some ways, she knew very well what the consequences could be. Why? Because if there was the slightest chance that she could offer help she would never refuse it. That would sicken her to a greater degree than anything she could envisage at that moment.
Nevertheless, she was saddened and angry. There was too much evil in the world.
Rolling over so that she lay on her back, Aednat studies the stars and before long a new sound pierced the silence.
Some days they are amazing, some days you’ll feel the fall
Some days you’ll get so paralysed, some days you won’t recall because that’s life
That’s life
That’s life…
Some will come and try to break you
Realise they could never take you ‘cause you’ll only fight for right
It’ll only wet your appetite for this life
Some days you’ll get so paralysed, some days you won’t recall because that’s life
That’s life
That’s life…
Some will come and try to break you
Realise they could never take you ‘cause you’ll only fight for right
It’ll only wet your appetite for this life
Her lilting Irish voice rose and fell, softly, sweetly and filled with the intensity that she felt. She was singing with her soul. Aednat Leila Meagher always sang. She sang when she was happy, she sang when she needed a lift, she sang when she was excited or when she had been let down. Now, confused, she was singing again. It was an automatic thing with her. Maybe it would help her work through her thoughts. This morning had turned this new life upside down, simply because she hadn’t yet had a chance to think it all over.
She had begun singing, letting the words flow into the night, the first song that came to her head. As she sang, however, the words sunk in along with their meaning. It must have been one of those subconscious things, she thought, as a smile formed slowly. The words that she sang were just those that she needed to hear to remind her why it was that she would fight. Pulling herself into a sitting position, Aednat sang that verse over. Now the smile could be heard behind her voice, and it wasn’t just a small, appreciative smile, but a big, wide, delighted one.
Following the smile, an uncharacteristically hard look came upon her features. It was a look that she seldom wore, but a certain few of the students here might recognise it. Among the hardness, her features bore a certain determination. Attempts on their lives only made humans value what they had even more, or so it was for Aednat. And Aednat would fight for that, fight to the death if she had to. Because a life half-lived, a life on the sidelines; that was no life anyway, not in her book. Delight took over once more and she hopped to her feet with all of her usual energy, an energy that rarely left her but one that she had been devoid of just minutes before. Spreading her arms wide, the slight girl began to spin around and around in circles, the final words of her song rising into the approaching night. Life, put simply, was amazing. It was incredible. And for that, for hers and for others, she’d willingly fight and even die.
With all the carefree abandonment that she usually displayed, she began to turn cartwheels and somersaults, spinning and twirling as twilight approached. And all the while she sang, herself once more.
((I totally meant to put this when I started the thread... The song-It's "That's Life" by A.M. O'Grady, so all credit to her...yeah...))