#87 Life Viva la vida. Parshia smiled, savoring the phrase. Live the life.Well, she could do that. She could live any life she chose, and if it did not work out, than she would just have to try something else. Start again, because, if there was one thing she did well, it was change skins. Oh yeah, she would live alright, she would become the best. She would prove to the world that she wasn't just some useless freak to be laughed at! Parshia's smile widened, her eyes glinting with determination. The world wouldn't know what hit them. Viva la vida.
#86 Choices When Calista took me in I was faced with a choice. I could run away again, and return to living on the streets, where everyday is a struggle to survive. I've had to do some things I'm not proud of. Or I could take a chance with a family I know nothing about. Gamble that they would protect me, maybe even me find some answers. I had no way of knowing if they would help me or hurt me, and I could only hope they wouldn't send me back to him. I took a chance, and I haven't regretted it.
#85 She "Why do you follow her?" Mitch questioned, "Gail I mean." Tobias sighed, and looked at the ceiling, "I don't know, "He paused, "I guess it's because, she gets this crazy look in her eyes, and I know there's something interesting going on, and she's gonna find it. I want to be there." He shrugged, "I want to see it come down." "That's it? That's really why you do it?" "Well..." Tobias hedged, "I guess I do get a little worried sometimes..." "You like her! Mitch grinned and started singing, "Tobias the puppy dog! He'll follow his lady anywhere!" "Hey now!"
#83 And "Do you have everything packed?" Cherry asked, wringing her hands worriedly. "Yes Cherry." Skya responded patiently. " Are you sure? You have enough cloths? You remembered the evening wear? And a few good dresses?" "Yes," She definitely remembered... "Did you pack enough books?" The older woman fretted, "And pencils? And you couldn't forget your journal!" "No, I didn't forget that." "And the crystals! The com crystal?!" "Packed. I didn't even forget Rolfy," Skya soothed, smiling when she mentioned the old stuffed wolf Cherry had given her. "Oh, Skya," The nurse put a hand over her heart. "I'll miss you too Cherry."
#82 If No! No no no no no! Not her! Gail couldn't die! No! There was a chance! If she turned just then. If the second one missed! Bare feet pounded the concrete, blind eyes brimming with tears. There! She was there! "Gail!" he cried out desperately. No response. He ran faster. "No! Gail!" Something caught his foot, he fell. CRACK! The bullet struck. Concrete shattered. No! People panicked, cried out. "Kevin?!" Alive! "Gail!" He sagged as she dragged him to his feet. She was alive. Wait! There was another! He stiffened, shoved her away. CRACK! Stone shattered. Voices faded, distant. Nothing
#81 How? "I don't spose... you're going to explain... What you did... back there, are you?" Skya gasped for breath, unused to running so far. "Distracted those things while you guys ran away?" Tobias responded, scratching his head. "Well yeah!" She sighed, "But how? I mean, how the hell did you keep away from them so long?" "Er, shadow jumping?" She frowned, "I thought you couldn't teleport." "Last time I checked, normal teleporting didn't take dark shadows to work," He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Huh?" He grinned, "Great! Now you know almost as much about it as I do!"
#79 When? "When are we leaving?" Tulkia asked, sitting on the edge of the table. "Um," Kevin hesitated, chergined. His mother interceded, giving her son a hard look, "About seven tomorrow morning." "Geez Kevin," Tulkia teased, "can't even remember when we're leaving? I thought you begged for this trip!" "You know I don't keep track of time," he grumbled, blushing, "It's not like I can see the clock."` "Ah, but you're Kevin the know it al. You should be able to keep track of time magically, in your head!" He opened his mouth to retort, but stopped. That was a good idea!
#78 Where? "So, uh, why is there a framed spiderweb on the wall?" Tobias asked the question that had been bugging him ever since he arrived. "Dad really likes spiders," Gail looked up at the web. It had been covered in a fine blue powder to make it show up against the dark background. "Especially that kind. He says they make the most beautiful webs." "Likes?" Tobias questioned, stressing the tense, "So he's not--" "Dead?" Gail snorted, "Hardly. He took off for some reason of other and is too chicken to come back." "No idea where he is?" "I think grandpa knows."
#77 What? "What in the world is that?" Jezza demanded, staring at the strange, mud covered object. "I don't know," Xalia said, puffing, "but I think it wanted to be found." "Um, OK," Jezza responded, giving the object an odd look, "Come on, I think there's a stream over this way." Xalia nodded, and followed her friend to the water. There, she gently dipped her find into the water, allowing the current to wash away the muck. "Oh," Jezza murmured as both girls stared at the finely made golden knife. It's blade was concealed by a tattered sheath, it's handle gem studded.