+Amethyst Lockette+ Entry04The rays of daylight beamed through the vine-embellished window panes. Eias tip-toed through the guest room with a glazed, wooded platter with two pieces of large bread, two small bowls of mixed almonds, two glasses of milk, and a tiny dipping bowl of butter with a knife beside it. She carefully placed it down on the desk that was set up in front of the windows at the center. Eias brushed her hands at her side and flinched as she nearly forgot put the napkins on the plate and she proceeded to do so. Chess and Cher slept peacefully and moved a bit when Eias finally reached the doorway. Once she passed through Cher whispered and rubbed the slumber overwhelming her.
"Eias?" she sat up and stretched. Eias turned slightly and greeted them to the morning daylight. Cher blinked and widened her eyes and Chess slowly did the same. They both looked at the breakfast made for them and they gazed at each other grinning. As soon as they thanked Eias for maki
:Amethyst Lockette: Entry03 "All this time you spoke English?" Chess asked in exacerbation. Cher elbowed her and said aloud, "We both assumed they only spoke one language." "Oh, shut up, nerd." "Who's the nerd? You play more Halo than my cousins!" Chess pursed her lips and kept walking. Adan and Uruvvion looked away and one of them giggled. It only made the girls' attitude more uprising.
"Are we there yet?!" they both shouted in unison. There were sudden gasps and yelps coming from the trees. Then there were footsteps from the front. Cher hid away, but was curious as to what it was. It was a hunched silhouette of some person that spoke with a rasp in their voice. "Mai saesi o shaesi, o sai!" it was an old man, but an elf, obviously. He had a mix of brown and silver long hair tied back, a long beard, and elden clothes like a monk. 'A village elder,' Cher thought, but the man's a
-Amethyst Lockette- Entry02 The two strangers stared cautiously and one of them spoke. "Shar eisi cestal pyl ail sor vali?" Chess cocked her head back and a puzzled look grew on her face. She stared at her friend in body language, "What kind of language is that?!" Cher looked closely at the strangers and felt something nostalgic growing at the back of her mind. She saw the one who spoke with exotic eyes of Arabian and silvery hair, but appeared so young. Then something struck her. "They're elves! Chess, they're elves!" Chess gaped in disbelief and impulsively walked up to the strangers and leaned forward. She saw the pointed ears and a strange choice of natural hair and back away slowly. "See? See??" Cher said exitedly and Chess crossed her arms. "You said you speak elven, so..." Chess scoffed incredulously. Arching her brows, Cher stepped up and spokle.
"Ai't Taes eil sor air tia thol, Taer," she started, "Eil shi col os thaer th
-:Amethyst Lockette:- Entry01Cher and Chess never seemed to be in most difficult situations until now. Did their curiosity get to them to hard? "This is disappointing! I hate the dark!" Cher exlaimed in a trembling voice. Chess took her hand to calm her down. "We're gonna be fine," Chess looked ahead and lead the way. It was very dark, but not too dark that Cher and Chess could not see each other. It was very dry cave and not a lot of creaking or falling of rocks to be heard ahead, not even the sound of rushing water. This worried them much, for they were starting to get hungry.
Seems like a long time ago that they strolled through the woods of the park and somewhat fell into this so called 'ditch'. This 'cave' had no sound; it was scary. They had no 'guide'; it was threatening. Cher, who was always tight-lipped, yet open-minded was trapped in the dark. Chess, who wanted to travel with a free spirit was trapped deep underground. They held onto each other even tighter when the pattering of footsteps came towards th
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