Cleaned some stuff today while I was listening to the mp3 cd that I made yesterday.
November 1. Tomorrow, hopefully, I'd be able to go to school and pay for my enrollment. I just hope that the sucky registrar won't delete our slots and that I would be able to finish early. I see it as kinda ironic though. The school wants our money and they still make us go through all the crap just to pay them. It is as if they don't want the money. While we poor students pay for them to torture us. People. Pfft.
Anyhoo, found this online etymology dictionary thing.
Bwahahahahaha!
edit: (1:45 PM) Did upload my first excerpt of my novel up in Nanowrimo! See my new updated profile here. Anyhoo, here's the first chapter of The Winter Horse: (I've done the outline, character descriptions and other stuff before but now I typed fast!)
The Winter Horse
By © Lizzie Aranas
Chapter 1: The Meeting
The sweet sound of bells and the deep ringing of chimes accompanied the heavenly shimmer of light as the Winter Horse’s hooves felt the cold, hardened ground. The season chosen for this duty, was winter. The Winter Horse looked up into heaven and saw the sky darken. Heavy black clouds swirled into the sky, blocking the white heavens from his view. Cold winds swept past him but he wasn’t bothered. None of nature’s elements could affect him. Only the Master will. The Winter Horse shook his head. ‘I should be going now; the girl might wake up anytime soon.’ Thought the Winter Horse, with that, he looked up in heaven, up to the spot where the heavenly light came from not so long ago and then, with a look of understanding, he nodded his head. ‘Yes, Master. The journey will start now.’ And with that, the sky turned completely overcast as the Winter Horse trotted off, twirling white smokes as his powerful hooves hovered over the ground.
The Winter Horse sped off as he ran drifting over the ground, running in a straight course. He knew exactly where to find the girl… the Master told him so, when at last, he saw her. She was sleeping beside a rock in a clearing. She looked exactly as she used to, only paler and thinner. She was still fast asleep, her bushy, dark brown hair was let loose, and her lips that were once so red faded into the color of a fading carnation. She was wearing a long, white coat with ruffles sewn at the collars; she had a light blue pair of pajamas underneath the coat. He stopped and let his hooves touch the ground. The Winter Horse stood in front of her as the girl slept peacefully in a fetal position. He watched the faint smile that adorned her pale face. ‘Wake up, little girl.’ The Winter Horse said as he nudged her. The girl stirred, and then slowly opened her eyes. The Winter Horse nudged her again. ‘Come on now… get up young Miss.’ the girl opened her eyes wider, her right hand trying to shade her eyes from the weak glare and blinked them over and over. She sat up and stretched… then, as if coming to her senses, looked at the Winter Horse.
‘Who are you?’ she asked, innocently.
‘I am the Winter Horse.’ The Winter Horse replied as he stood straight.
The girl picked herself up and straightened her white coat. Then suddenly, a look of panic crossed over her face.
‘Where am I?’ She asked the Winter Horse in horror as she looked up and saw the black sky and then the snow covered trees.
‘You are, where we are.’ The Winter Horse replied.
The girl looked at the Winter Horse with dismay. There is something peculiar with this creature. She thought.
‘But, where exactly are we?’ She insisted.
The Winter Horse smiled. ‘We are, where we are. Do not doubt me, Lillian.’
‘Lillian?’ The girl said, questioningly.
‘Yes’, Lillian Gershwin. That was your name. Lillian Gershwin.’
The girl smiled, yes, she kind of remembers that. ‘Yes, I am Lillian. But… Winter Horse? Isn’t it? I’m confused… what do you call this place?’
‘Somewhere.’ The Winter Horse replied.
Lillian sighed. The Winter Horse will never answer her questions the way she wanted her questions to be answered. Besides, she doesn’t know anything. Well, she does know her name, but that is only what she remembers. Everything seemed to be a blur to her whenever she tried to remember what happened before she opened her eyes. Whenever she tried to remember things… she felt fear. Fear about the present, fear about where she is, fear about what will happen… and fear, in general. She does not fear the Winter Horse though, because she felt that the Winter Horse could be trusted, but deep inside of her, she can’t help thinking that there is something peculiar about him. Also, she doesn’t know where she is. She doesn’t even remember where she came from. But she felt that she is sure of one thing, that she does not belong to that place. To the cold, solitary, winter wasteland.
The Winter Horse observed Lillian’s face as he looked down on her. He saw the look of fear, curiosity, and unknowingness pass over her face. ‘She will know one day.’ The Winter Horse said to himself as he watched her staring over into the dark forest, lost in her own thoughts and uncertainties.
Tears started to run down Lillian’s face as she felt weaker. She sat back into the snow and wept.
‘I don’t know… Winter Horse.’ She whispered as she said tears. The Winter Horse smiled down on her.
‘Do not cry Lillian. You will find answers to your questions.’
‘But how? I… I am lost. And… and I only know my name. I’m not even sure if that is my real name.’
‘That is why I am here Lillian.’
Lillian looked at him… ‘Why, you are here? I do not understand.’ Lillian felt even worse. The Winter Horse, even though he is kind, makes her feel even more lost and confuse than she already was. His answers were bizarre and make her think even more.
The Winter Horse, on the other hand, understood completely what Lillian is going through. They were all like that, he thought. She wasn’t as different as the others. They all come here with nothing but a sliver of memory. A sliver of memory that would only give light once you sparked it. ‘Stop crying Lillian. Gather yourself, for we will go into a journey.’ He said, kindly and rather persuading.
‘What journey? To where? And… for what?’
‘To find out the answers.’
‘Answers?’
‘Yes, the answers to all your questions. And to help you remember.’
Lillian stood up and again straightened her pajamas. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she patted the mane of the Winter Horse and kisses his forehead.
‘You’ll help me? You really will?’ She asked as she smiled.
‘That is why I am here for.’ He said as he bent down for her to be able to climb on his back.
Lillian threw her arms around him as she kissed his forehead once again. Then a look of uncertainty crossed her pale face again.
‘But where are we going? And how are we going to find out the answers?’
‘We are going to a journey for you to find out the answers.’
‘Dear Winter Horse, you are kind and unique, but your answers annoy me.’ She said as she shrunk from him.
The Winter Horse stood up. ‘Little girl, the answers I give you, are the answers that I should give you. I am not here for you to question. I am not here for you to pry things out of me. I am not here for you to make you realize things. Instead, I am here to help you learn from everything that we will encounter in our journey. I am simply here, to guide you and help you.’
Lillian bowed her head. ‘I am dreadfully sorry.’ She said, sadly as Winter Horse bended once again to let her mount. This time, she mounted him.
‘Lead on, Winter Horse.’ She said as Winter Horses’ hooves drifted from the ground again as he sped off towards the dark, snow covered woods.
Richard: And me, I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know its not some place you can look for, cause its not where you go. Its how you feel for a moment in your life when your apart of something, and if you find that moment... it lasts forever... ~ The Beach
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