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  1. I prefer the mouse. p: It's way easier. Besides, even if you have a laptop, you can still use a mouse as long as you have a USB port. I have a wireless mouse too, so it's way more awesome.
  2. And Now They Have to Save the World Chapter Two “Congratulations, Lars! You are now an apprentice sorcerer!” Lars rolled his eyes as Ghelda happily skipped around him, proud that the gifted child she brought had become an apprentice in just a year. She had told him that novices usually took at least three years of studying and training for their trials. And he bested them. He stepped out of the room and nearly bumped into Rhen. “Watch where you’re going, Peta,” he said. “Shut up, Baby Lars,” Rhen replied coolly. “Did you just check the hair on your body and find out it’s green or what?” Lars flushed. Rhen smiled and continued. “Aww, what’s wrong? Did Big Bad Rhen make Baby Lars flush like a public toilet?” He scowled at her, though he could feel his face hot with embarrassment. Ugh, Rhen was such a pain in the arse. There was no end to her insults about his hair color. Luckily, Lars knew that she was quite unaccustomed to male attention in that way. It would shut her up, even though the corniness would come from someone who hated her. “Why of course not, my dear. I just found you looking especially ravishing today. Your eyes, in particular. Such gorgeous blue.” He winked and made a move to grab her hand. Rhen, unable to speak out of utter surprise, jerked herself away from him, with her eyes bugging out. She slowly backed away from him until she was out of sight. - - Lars watched Rhen do her trials. She kept missing Lorad. Sad, really. He was already an apprentice sorcerer, and he had mastered the spells his classes had to offer. It was yet more proof that he was a genius. He’d spent his childhood getting ready to become the most amazing sorcerer in the world, and he was already starting out very nicely. It was impossible for a stupid slave to become a sword singer. Let alone a stupid female slave. Lars wasn’t misogynistic, but how could someone as thin and as weak as a peasant girl wield a sword? He narrowed his eyes at the sight of her trying to fight back. She was so feeble and easy to break. And Lorad had freaking cross display whenever he attacked. It made the battle seem like an exorcism of sorts. Rhen had no chance. No chance at— “I win.” Rhen was looking at him with a tired but smug expression. - - “So…” Lars said, as he walked by her side as if he did it all the time. Rhen scowled in annoyance. “What?” “You’re an apprentice sword singer.” “And?” “You’re going to sing love songs to your weapons.” “You have no idea what sword singers do. I bet sorcerers just sit in front of fake crystal balls all day and demand cash from—” Lars slapped his hand on her mouth. Then he felt something wet on his fingers and snatched his hand back. “You licked me!” Rhen grinned and stuck her tongue out. “You had it coming, asshole.” “If you must know, I could make that arse of yours fry to a crisp. Maybe I could eat it.” She grimaced. “Ew, Lars! You cannibal! Who would want to eat a human butt?!” Lars smirked. “Simple. Cannibals.” “What have I done to deserve this? Are you jealous of me?” Rhen exclaimed in frustration. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?” “Because.” He leaned closer, to whisper in her ear. He didn’t care if people were watching. “You’re mine.” Rhen didn’t move, but he could feel the disgust radiating off of her words when she murmured, “I’m not. You’re insane. I feel sorry for the girl who becomes your wife. You have issues.” “Dear Rhen,” he whispered. She waited for him to continue, but then he strolled away like nothing had happened. Rhen could hear some whispers around her. Her face turned pink, seeing as how she was in the spotlight, and she too left the scene. She heard someone say, “That bitch!” - - “I can’t believe that you, of all people, will be joining me,” Rhen huffed as she sliced a rat in two. They were training like crazy, in order for them to get stronger for the quest that lay ahead of them. “I told you,” Lars snorted, “I can’t let Peta take all the glory. And you might hurt yourself. You’ll lose your porcelain perfection of the skin and it will look so not attractive.” She glared at him while she gingerly removed the treasure from the rat’s corpse. “Who’s the one who stocks up on the covey balms?” Lars lunged and forced the sharp end of his staff to pierce though the body of a scurrying rat and he stepped on another, killing them both with sickening crunches. Rhen cringed. “Could you kill them quietly?” “It’s not like you’re not loud when you kill rats. You grunt like an ogre.” “I don’t!” “Do too.” “I’m not a grunter!” “Yes you are.” “No I’m not!” “Yes you are.” “No I’m not!” “No you’re not.” “Yes I am!” “No you’re not.” “Yes I am!” “No you’re not.” “I am a grunter and that’s final!” Lars grinned at her. “Okay then, Rhen. I’m fine with you being a grunter.” The said girl looked confused for a second, then thoughtful the next, then suddenly angry. “You tricked me!” “Didn’t.” “Did too!” “Didn’t.” “Did too!” “Didn’t.” Rhen had a gleam in her eye. “Did not!” Lars raised an eyebrow. “That won’t work on me.” “Ugh!” She stomped off in a huff. - - Since there was a massive flood of new students, Rhen offered Master Harald hers and Lars’ rooms, with that dreadfully pathetic “Lars and I are okay with staying at an inn, Master Harald!” Lars, of course, protested, yet the peasant girl was too generous to let the children sleep at the inn when they were just novices. They had to save their gold for equipment and other supplies, so they had to share a room that thankfully had two beds. Lars had made it a point to demand that he wouldn’t sleep on a floor or his mother would march herself to Veldarah and scream at whoever owned the inn. A few hours after training found Lars at the market buying some food because the food at the inn was too bland and made he and Rhen have long dates with the bathroom. Lars saw some children playing and ogling at him. They must be staring at my hair, Lars thought in annoyance. They were like Rhen; the kind of children who take in every little detail and scrutinize the strange little things. He picked up a haunch and weighed it in his hands, estimating whether to get it or just eat bread again. The prices were outrageously high for such a small amount of food. Only bread was reasonably priced. Lars spotted a ratty old woman waving an oar. Her image screamed I am an old woman. Hear me roar. She was yelling about a boat for a large price of gold pennies. He shuffled uncomfortably away from her. The old lady kept shifting her gaze in his direction. Only well-off people would be in the meat market buying delectable animal flesh. - - “Melita, domi adsum!” Rhen looked up from wiping her sword of the rat blood. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “That’s for me to know and you to not find out,” Lars grinned gleefully. His companion frowned. “Latin is a dead language, Lars. No one even cares about it anymore.” Lars slapped on his face an expression of mock horror. “Dead language?! You’re only saying that because you’re jealous that I know more than you!” “Just shut up.” Rhen concentrated once more on ridding the blade of body fluid. “Come on, you know you want to know what I mean,” he teased. She didn’t react. Lars rolled his eyes and sat next to the apprentice sword singer. He poked her. “Ouch.” “Ask me.” He poked her again. “No – ouch!” “Ask me.” “Lars, stop it – ow!” “Ask.” “No!” Lars cruelly poked Rhen’s stomach hard. “Fine then! Just tell me, so that you’ll leave me alone!” He simpered and meandered leisurely to the door. “This requires reenactment, dear Rhen. Pretend I didn’t come in, and that you’re still wiping that invisible blood off the pitiful blade that you try to pass for a weapon.” Then he opened it and went out. Then went back in. - - “Honey, I’m home!”
  3. I don't believe in the afterlife. Once we're dead, we're dead. If anyone says OMG GHOSTS! then they're being very paranoid and attention-seeking, especially if they made it their occupation.
  4. HAHA WHAT. xD First person POV? Teh noes. D: I wish I could go back to it, but I tried writing a new chapter with it and it failed. I apologize. ><
  5. HOJEEZ THIS IS AWESOME. I especially love Epilogue 2. Now I can play the Aveyond sequels without feeling sad that Rhen married Dameon. c: I love how the story progressed, and your writing was awesome. I only have problems with some grammar, but yeah. Good job!
  6. Oh yay then about Ahriman then. c: It would just be freaky if he was seriously a love interest that Rhen would start liking. Oh my god. OHO DAMEON.
  7. Eeeeeeh need to change the link of my story. Complete form: [u rl=http://www.amaranthia.com/modules/newbb/viewtopic.php?topic_id=15001&forum=6]Children's Games (by Candide):[/url] They didn't know why they still did such juvenile things. Not that they actually cared. (Rhen/Lars) Active.
  8. OHOOOO. For some reason I never imagined Agas to be blonde. And... WHAT AHRIMAN. WHAT. Nice summary on the collegium entry though, hah. So the daevas were dressed as the characters? You love them quite a lot. o_o
  9. Red = corrections I made Green = words added I fixed the obvious grammatical errors. I would have rephrased some sentences too, but then that would affect the whole paragraph. Some notes of mine: 1. "A long" is not the same as along. Along is an adverb. 2. If you're enumerating, remember to put "the" or "my" in front of the separate objects. For example: My mother and my father are not the same person. That sentence is pointing out two different people. My best friend and enemy likes to backstab people. Here you're talking about one person. 3. Do not infodump. Just... it's a horrible mistake everyone makes when they start writing. A story gets boring when you suddenly start describing your character in very purple prose. It's better to gradually let the reader get an idea of what your character looks like. The bad thing is that in just your introduction you already described two characters' appearances when you didn't have to. 4. How could someone be pale, fragile, and slender if they do household work? Since Rhiannon does gardening, she would be in the sun all day, meaning she should have a tan. Since she gets the worst jobs, she should have a strong body that could be thin, but not fragile and slender as you say. 5. It's a little crazy how Julian's husband dies of smallpox and then she suddenly hates elves. Maybe a bit more information to back it up would work. Yeah, you'll explain more in the story, but it's not convincing enough to keep me reading. >< 6. Remember, do not keep everything in one paragraph. If you start a new topic, then make a new paragraph. One whole block of text is ugly to look at, and it hurts the eyes.
  10. Nice. I think this is probably the best AU Aveyond fic I've read. (Not that I've read too many of those kinds.) And since Blurble is writing it, OH YEAH. And agas has stunning artwork, as usual. c: EDIT: And who are the suitors? I know that Lars is there thanks to the green hair, but I forgot some of the characters and I have no idea who the others are. ;p
  11. @sana: Why thank you. c: @agas: Oh crap you're right. o_o STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID. (Fixed!)
  12. Candide

    Rhen's quest

    Really? Hah, well I guess you're welcome for the critique. c: I dunno, I just feel like I'm being horrible sometimes when I nitpick. p:
  13. Candide

    Rhen's quest

    I'm sorry if I offended you though. >< Your reply seems somewhat... I dunno. Just sorry again.
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