Elizabeth Stone

     "Your father was a great man. Powerful, smart, witty, charming. He could manipulate, twist, distort, and cloud minds with a few words. His chosen power was the ability to read minds. His physical strength was sheer power. He could punch through titanium without breaking a sweat. He searched for power, and power he found. Many people feared him, but he hadn't warped his mind to shape evil and darkness yet. He was still a good man. Just a power-hungry man. He worked for the Asylum, and helped this building  in many, many ways. Then, he started changing." Jacie (or Elizabeth, she just wasn't sure anymore) clenched her fist's, scared of what she was about to hear. Her chest heaved, and her heart felt like it was down in her shoes.
       Gabriel continued,"He became quieter, kept more to himself. Many thought this was understandable, for he had just lost his good friend to fatigue. But he started getting more angry, more violent, more cynical. Everyone started to stay away from him, scared of what was happening. Then, one day, he came to work. He sat on his desk, and his breathing was ragged. I remember, watching him with concerned eyes. One woman, a woman that had never got along with him, said something to him. I don't know what. He snapped. He leaped over the desk, pounced on the woman, and killed her before anyone could react. I didn't even have time to register the murder, I was paralyzed in pure shock. Time seemed to freeze. Everyone had paused from their daily doings, and watched. Then, someone, somewhere, broke the silence with a scream.
        "It all happened so fast then. He just laughed, a wicked laugh, and leaped out the window. I ran to the window and watched him run, with blinding speed, away from the Asylum." Jacie blinked, then whispered,"My mother. What about my mother?" Gabriel examined her with sad, sympathetic eyes. He twitched his thumbs, and looked down. He spoke on, his voice ever so soft and filled with sorrow,"Mary was a wonderful woman. They were in love, for the longest while. She was pregnant, with her second child. She was very close to labor. Their neighbors reported to me after seeing the process. They had ran in when they heard the scream. One man, had said that he saw Marcos lift his screaming wife and stab her." His voice had lowered to a barely audible whisper, and on the last word, his voice cracked. Jacie froze, and she closed her eyes. She had never even known. All this time, imagining her parents had been wonderful people. Fury, raw hatred swarmed her. She had never seen her mother, she would never see her sibling, because of her father. It was sick. It was wrong.
         Acuzio was stiff with worry and awkwardness. She could tell he didn't know what to say, how to comfort her at all, having never been in this situation. She snapped her eyes open, and her anger flared inside her, making her pulse race with adrenaline. Her voice, to her surprise, was strong and smooth,"Is he still alive?" Gabriel frowned, and it was barely visible,"Yes." Jacie allowed herself a small smile on the inside, and promised herself one thing.
          She would revenge her mother. That, she would.


Jacie Change....For now

      They walked through more corridors, Jacie and her new puppy eyeing everything warily and interestedly. There was magic happening all through the building, it was almost tangible. Acuzio murmured,"Right around here," to himself, and they turned sharply. Acuzio leaned forward and knocked on the giant door blocking them from the other side. After a moment, it creaked open, revealing a short pixie of a girl. She looked around the age of 10. Her hair was in a bob, and it was a vividly bright bubblegum pink. It matched her eyes, which were sparkling with a glint of happiness. Her white dress reached her ankles, and it flowed as if alive with magic. She grinned, and squeaked,"Right this way." She spun around, her dressing floating, falling down softly and slowly, and strolled off. Acuzio gestured for Jacie to follow. She listened, keeping her eye on the small, thin girl almost sprinting down the bright green hallway. The small chid stopped, and pointed towards a dark red door to her left. There you go, Acuzio, the Warlock will be right with you if you'll step inside.
        He did, and Jacie followed cautiously. She raised an eyebrow at Acuzio,"Warlock?" Acuzio smiled lightly,"Thats another word for wizard. The Warlock is almost like the President for you. He just likes to have a fancy name to look important." Jacie nodded, focusing on the lightly snoring dog in her hand. Almost five minutes later, or so it seemed, a man burst in. Jacie held back her laughter by clamping a hand over her mouth. He was rather small, and rather round, and rather bald. His eyes wrinkled when he spoke, and his fingers twitched. His dramatic robes were black, frayed to perfection, and longer than his stubby legs. He eyed Jacie superiorly, trying to tower over her though she was a good 3 inches taller. Acuzio sighed,"Where is the Warlock, William." William glared, then muttered,"Gabriel is coming."
          His words rang true, for the door opened again, and the Warlock named Gabriel entered the now crowded room. His smile was kind, and his eyes were sharp. They pierced through Jacie, and raked Acuzio. His hair was graying, the color of an old willow tree. His robes were simple, dark blue, and they  matched his shoes, which shined. Acuzio cleared his throat,"Hello, Gabriel." Gabriel nodded, then went back to eyeing Jacie. She smiled shyly, and his mouth twitched in return.
"Hello there, young lady."
"Uh...Hi," Was all Jacie could think of saying. He looked to be in his near 40's, and his whole body burned with wisdom. Acuzio gestured,"This is Jacie. Jacie Change." William gasped, and wrung his hands,"Change? The Change?" Jacie frowned,"Excuse me?" Gabriel lowered his brows, and murmured,"Maybe we should talk about this another time." William appeared not to of heard him.
"I know you. Don't we, Warlock? Your father is the one who's caused us so much trouble!"
"William!", Gabriel barked. Acuzio stepped forward, curiosity sparking his features. Jacie gasped,"Excuse me? You know my father?" William paused, an evil smile creeping along his chin. "You mean, you don't know yet?"
             Gabriel glared murderously, a clear sign that William should stop, but he prattled on.
"You still don't even know your real name, do you? Your father, was one of the most dastardly villains of all time. Marcos Stone. He killed almost 2 million people. He killed your mother."
Jacie froze. She felt Acuzio stiffen besides her. Her thoughts cleared, then swirled around her head crazily. Her knees buckled, and Acuzio put a strong hand between her shoulder blades, catching her mid-fall. She croaked,"Whats my name?" William hid his smirk, and said,"Hmmm? What'd you say?" She clenched her fists,"My name, my name!" He grinned,"Unless I may be mistaken, your name is Elizabeth Stone."
              She sucked in a breath, then she staggered. Gabriel frowned,"William, go outside." William gave a cry of indignation, but lowered his eyes with the look Gabriel threw his way. He shuffled off, swinging the door closed behind him. Gabriel sighed quietly, then looked at her. "Im sorry. If you would like me to explain, I happen to know almost every detail." She exhaled, forgetting she had to breath,"Yes. Please," she said quickly. He looked down and crossed over to the corner, where there was three chairs. He sat in the largest one, and Acuzio looked at her, probably wondering if she could walk. She nodded silently, and almost lowered her hands, forgetting the puppy sleeping in them. Her feet took a step, and after that it was easy to walk to the chair in front of Gabriel, plopping down on the leather seat. Her mind was numb, and her stomach felt like it was permanently curled into a tight knot. She took a deep breath, and then said,"I need to know. Everything."
              He nodded gravely. "As you wish."

Woot woot woot

   School.....I never knew how horrible my old school was, until i moved to this one.

                 This school is awesome. Everyones so rottenly nice, and welcoming, and the teachers are fair, and the work is better. One teacher in particular, i absolutely love with all my heart.
                        Already. Good God, I'm getting more peppy by the second...


Jacie Change (Temporary Title)

   Jacie sat, her legs folded, her right arm stuck out at an awkward angle. Acuzio pulled out the shards of glass slowly but surely, and Jacie could hear the *plink* they made as they hit the marble bowl he held them in. She glanced at the pile, and blanched. There was skin still sticking to some of the shards, and blood on all of them. He tugged at one, and she yelped, and he smiled grimly,"There. All done." He snatched a roll of bandage from the table, and wrapped it around her wound tight. He straightened,"Okie-Dokie. So. Any idea of why a strange man was trying to kill you?" Jacie glared at him, cradling her arm. "Yeah. I was a drug dealer." He blinked,"Really?" Jacie snorted,"Of course not." He smiled,"You've reached a new level of sarcasm. Congratulations." Jacie tried to hold it in, but grinned widely at him anyway. He sat on a dark stool in front of her hospital bed, and stared thoughtfully at his hands. Jacie frowned,"What are you thinking of?" Acuzio frowned, but didn't look up,"What the 'Book' is." Jacie shrugged.
  He stood suddenly, and she scowled,"Where are we going? I need rest and relaxation." He smiled down at her,"Your welcome to stay", he drawled, his smooth silky voice floating with perfect articulation. She sighed,"Fine. Lets go." She followed him out, and said,"Wait, how are we going to get there?" He snorted,"You think I only have one car?" He pressed his fist against a button on the wall, and a door spun, and revealed a snowy white car. She shook her head, and walked to the passenger side,"How many cars do you have?" He grinned, his milky white teeth gleaming, and didn't answer. She swung open the car door, and jumped in, squishing into the soft black seats. She leaned forward and closed the door. She took a deep breath, smelling the smell of new car in the air. Acuzio inhaled deeply,"Don't you just love that smell?" Jacie smiled,"Yes", she admitted. He laughed softly, and absently ran a hair through his tousled black hair. Then he gripped the steering wheel, and grinned at Jacie, a glint in his eyes that she didn't trust. Her heart swelled. That glint reminded her of Simon. Jacie's eyebrows pulled together,"Wait, what are-" But Acuzio interrupted her with a slam of the gas, and the engines hungry snarl, like a furious panther.  Jacie's voice rose drastically,"NO DON'T." But her head snapped back as they flashed away from the big house. She slammed her fist into Acuzios arm as many times as possible, and he growled,"Ouch", and slowed. Jacie took a deep breat, and he glared at her. "Ruin the fun", he muttered.
  They drove on, (at a normal speed, thank you very much), in silence. Acuzio leaned foward and fiddled with the radio. She caught his hand, and pulled it down. She shook her head,"Don't. I hate music." He ogled at her, mouth hanging open. She frowned,"What', she said defensively. He spoke slowly, as if in fear of being mis understood,"You don't...like music?" Jacie nodded. He let out a huff, and rubbed his forehead. He stuck out the fingers rubbing it, and said,"And, dare I ask, why?" She frowned,"It irritates me." He paused, then shrugged, and fiddled with the radio again,"Too bad."
   She rubbed her ear,"I think I got a bug bite on my ear...." Acuzio glanced at her and shook his head sadly, as if fearing for her sanity, deflecting the statement. She glared. They walked further, and Jacie played with her bandage. Acuzio snatched her hand, and pulled it down,"Don't do that. If that messes up, your going bandage-less. And then you'll get an infection." She stuck her tounge out, but was slightly warmed at his care. They walked more, and the sky got darker and darker as they went. They heard a soft yelp, and both their heads snapped towards the sound. Jacie got closer. "Jacie..." Acuzio warned. She crouched down, and pushed the small bush around, seeing a tiny bulldog laying on the floor behind it. She squealed,"Awwwwww." She grabbed the small, wrinkly puppy and hugged it to hr chest "Look, Acuzio!" Acuzio peered curiously, then frowned,"A dog." She glared,"An adorably cute dog. Im keeping him." Acuzio opened his mouth furiously, then closed it and sighed. She looked around, not seeing anything. "So where are we?" He smiled,"Remember at Kallista's house, you didn't see the true picture at first?" Jacie frowned, but nodded,"Yes. You called it a....a Veil, I think." He nodded, and said,"Veil's are things that cover the true image of something, as if a glamour, or a sheen. Mortals can't see, because they don't look hard enough." Jacie stared, thinking hard. What if she had seen Veil's before, not realizing what they were. The thought turned her stomach over. She looked ahead of her and stared, trying to see past the Veil. It flicked off, and Jacie stifled the gasp this time. A huge building, about the size of two of Kallista's homes, appeared, painted onyx. The doors were a deep ruby, and two lanterns hanging on either side of the door, illuminating the night. They stepped forward, and Acuzio muttered,"They always do themselves well, them...." Jacie looked at Acuzio.
"Are you going to knock?"
"Eh? Oh, no."
"....How do we get in?"
"We say an ancient secret spell."
Jacie stared,"Really?" Acuzio nodded once, then broke and said,"No. We just knock." He leaned forward before Jacie could even try to hit him, and knocked once. The doors opened, without an owner, and they stepped through. "Can I bring him in here?" She asked, guesturing towards the puppy craddled in her good arm . Acuzio smiled, "They're very animal-friendly here." She furroWed her brows, "Really? Why?" Acuzio hesitated,"You'll see." Jacie looked around, etching everything into her memory forever. Acuzio strolled calmly, his shoes clanging, and Jacie crept. She tried not to brake the eerie silence of the building, and cringed when she heard Acuzios loud clangs. They climbed up the stairs, and this floor was much louder. There were sorcerers bustling around, muttering to themselves or looking at papers. Animals crawled the floors, panthers and rabbits and mice and lions. Jacie gasped as a squirrel transformed into a portly man with gray, sandy hair. The puppy in her arms sniffed around, perking its droopy ears up. She ran a finger along the fur on his head, and the puppy's eyes drooped blissfully.
  She had always wanted a pet.

Help me.....

     Does anyone have any suggestions for a good Title for this story? Im hopelessly lost on the subject. So please, (im begging) , just comment what you think would be a good Title...

             I think something is gonna happen to Jacie that changes her eyes this color....*Grins*

Jacie Change (Temporary Title)

    Kallista frowned,"So what are you doing here Zio'? And why did you bring her?" Acuzio looked at Jacie, who was downing a large glass of ice water. He shrugged,"She wants to learn magic." Jacie spluttered and coughed on her water, resting it on the table, and placing both hands flat on the chair. When she could breath again, she grinned,"So you will!", she exclaimed eagerly. Acuzio frowned, and said,"I suppose so..." Kallista grinned tauntingly,"Since when were you a tutor?" Acuzio glared, then smiled,"You're going to help me." Kallista stepped back, hands out in front of her in the universal 'stop' position. "No. No way." Acuzio shrugged,"OK, I'll just drop her off here for three hours everyday and she can stare at you." Jacie and Kallista glared. Jacie said,"Im not a library book." At the same time Kallista said,"Fine." Kallista scowled to herself and sulked, stuck with a job she didn't want to do. Jacie grinned. She was going to learn magic. Acuzio sighed to himself,"I guess if I'm going to teach you, we'd better go to the Asylum." Jacie snorted,"The Asylum?" Acuzio smiled half-heartedly, and said,"Yes. Its basically like the white house, to you mortals." Jacie frowned, vanishing the grin that was starting to form. "Mortals? Aren't you mortal?" Acuzio paused, then added thoughtfully,"I suppose so. Its a term we sorcerers use for non-magical people." Jacie was silent.
"So why are we gong to the Asylum?", She inquired.
Acuzio put a hand on the door,"Good-bye Kallista," He called, before walking out the door. Jacie smiled over her shoulder,"Ya, thanks." Kallista shrugged and said,"See you later....I guess...." Jacie hurried off after Acuzio, swinging the door closed behind her. She sprinted over to Acuzios side.
  "So, again, why are we going to the Asylum?" Acuzio looked down at her. "I work there. Im a detective." Jacie saw the image of Acuzio, holding a microscope in one hand, wearing a ridiculous plaid hat and trench coat. She laughed, and Acuzio raised an eyebrow,"Whats so funny?" She grinned, then sobered,"Nothing," she said solemnly. He glared,"A detective, is a respectable job." She nodded,"Yes, of course it is", she said quickly. He scowled, and opened the passenger door for her. She climbed in, and was clicking her seatbelt when Acuzio got in. She glared,"Don't rive like a physcopath this time. He grinned crookedly at her,"No promises." She swallowed, but when he drove, it as at an (almost) normal speed. They blurred down the road, the car a dark shadow whipping across the streets. A new thought occured to her, and she opened her mouth to speak. But before a word could come out, a red car with a chipped door slammed into the side of Acuzios car. They whirled, and Jacie screamed. Acuzio muttered,"Dammit..." And tried to regain control of the car, but the red car slammed on its brakes and spun, kicking the engine and slamming into the back of Acuzios car. The world spun, and Jacie looked to the window, as if in slow-motion, and saw the lights of night sprinkle and spin. They the crashed into the side of the road, and the car weakly turned over on its side.
  Jacie moaned, glass shards splintering her right arm, and looked over at Acuzio. He tugged at his seatbelt, but the dashboard was crunched on top of it, trapping him. He snarled and kicked his door, but it wouldn't budge. Then Jacie's door whipped open, and Acuzio lunged for her, but a set of hard hands lifted her up from the car and slammed her onto a tree. Hot breath snarled into her nose, smelling of whisky and charred skin. "Where's the Book?" He growled, and she squirmed. He flashed a hand to her throat, and she gasped,"I-What- I dont know any B-book!" The man snarled again and lifted her up, and threw her into the tree. Her head rocked forward, the glass in her arm digging deeper in her skin. The hands grabbed for her again, but she shot her leg forward, and felt it slam into the mans nose. He howled, and dropped her. She scrambled up and, clutching her arm, sprinted away.  She heard an infuriated scream, and then thundering footsteps, and a car door flying away from its owner.
  Her legs burned, and she couldn't see. Her eyes blinked wildly, and she stumbled. Then, she felt someone behind her and whirled. The man didn't expect her sudden stop, and she slid under his legs and sprinted away. She saw a box, and leaped onto it. She climbed the ragged rocks jutting out of the wall and flinched as they stung her hands. The man followed after her and she swung onto the crooked roof, stumbling across. She looked around and saw Acuzio, leaping from rooftop to rooftop in a flash. He bellowed,"Jacie!" And she ran faster, and took a deep breath and jumped, flying blissfully. She almost laughed. Then the rooftop was whipping towards her much to fast and she rolled onto it. She landed, and leaped back on her feet and grinned,"Yes!" Then the man chasing her leaped, landing gracefully and her grin dropped,"No!" She screamed at Acuzio,"What the hell do you want me to do?!" And he bellowed,"Jump!" She looked at his running form, and screeched,"When?" He took a huge pounce and landed on the ground below her,"NOW!" She jumped, falling, the wind whipping her jacket up and making her hair spin around her face wildly. Then warm arms wrapped around her, and Acuzio grinned at her,"Nice of you to drop by." She glared,"Really?" And he clicked his free hand, and splayed it, and they were shooting through the air like a rocket. She screamed, and he laughed. They spun dangerously, but he kept his hand around her waist tight, and she didn't fall. He closed his hand suddenly, and the ground slowed, not coming at them speedily, but as if in slow-motion. She placed her feet easily on the ground, and whirled on the spot. The buildings she was jumping on were almost 40 miles away, a disarray of colors and shapes.
  Acuzio flashed a grin, his hat dipped low over his eyes,"Now who's amazing?"



   It was my school opening house today. And my little brothers. A day filled with school.

       Oh joy...

  But my school looked pretty cool, and i saw some people that I knew from my old school. I got TWO electives, so that means less work and more fun....
       Summers almost over:( My writing time will be cut down even more dramatically.

   My stupid crippled finger is healing, and I pulled off some of the scabs. Im gonna have the coolest scar....Be jealous ;)
                                         UGH I hate school...


Can someone help me find a name!!! xD

       Jacie looked around. The only thing in front of her was a run down building, with a sign that said *BEWARE* on the floor. She frowned, and said,"This is where she lives?" Acuzio stopped and said,"Oops. OK. Look harder, past the Veil."
She stared, and leaned foward dramatically. The image started getting hazy, and she let out a gasp when she blinked, and it was like someone pulling a blanket off a surprise. The image of the ruin flicked away hazily, and a collosal house appeared before her eyes. She staggered back, but Acuzio's hand was there, on the small of her back, supporting her. The house had mirrors for walls, and she could see every detail of herself, a tiny fleck of darkness in the background. The roofs were towering, and the door was black, and there was a white knocker. Acuzio gave her a small push, and Jacie walked foward uncertainly. He led the way, and when they got to the door, he gripped the knocker with both hands, and swung it up. He brought it crashing down on the door, making a *BOOM* loud enough for passing civilians to hear. They waited almost 17 seconds, then someone opened the door.
  There was a pair of turqoise eyes visible, then the door shut. There was the sound of a lock being un done, then the door opened fully. A girl with dark hair, pulled up in a traditional japanese hairstyle with chopsticks, smiled at Acuzio. She had a chinese fan in her hand, and Jacie stared. Acuzio cleared his throat,"Hello, Kallista. This is Jacie." Kallista looked at Jacie, and held her hand out. Jacie hesitated, and Kallista said,"Dont worry, I wont bite. Well I probrably won't. Do you think I will?" Jacie raised her eyebrows, and said,"Um, im not sure." Kallista nodded,"Understandable. Eloquence is a desirable factor." Jacies lips tugged into a small smile,"You do realize, I know what those words mean." Kallista smiled back,"Good. Because I dont."
  They walked further into the house, and Jacie stared at everything, wishing she had more then two eyes. The cielings were high, and there were ropes hanging from the rafters. There were mats all over the floor, and doors leading all around. Kallista stopped on one mat, and grabbed a sword from the wall. She twirled it, and it gleamed wickedly. Kallista grinned, and she said,"So, Acuzio. Did you come here to talk, or did you come here to see how amazing I am?" Acuzio grinned evily, and snatched another sword off the wall,"Love, you can't possible say that word when Im in the room." He lunged and she sidestepped the other way, but Acuzios sword flicked and followed her, but she leaped, avoiding the blade at her ankles. Acuzio completed the spin and flipped, the sword clashing down on her head, but Kallista blocked it with her own, and they flashed and spun and lunged. Their swords clanged, and Jacie gaped at them.
  Their figures were nothing more than a blur, and Jacie tried keeping an eye on the swords, but they were a flash of silver. Jacie squealed and rolled away as they came closer, bringing the fight onto the ladder on the wall. Kallista climbed, while Acuzio held the blade in his mouth, trickling a roll of blood down his chin. He climbed after her, but Kallista gained a step when he snatched for her ankles. She flipped onto the rafter, grabbing the rope, and using it as a whip. She grinned visciously, and flicked it at Acuzio's wrist. He yelled, and flung away from the ladder, falling onto the mat below. He snarled, and Kallista made a show of calling out, cupping her hands around her mouth and drawing out her words,"Hullo! Hows the weather down there?" He grinned crookedly at her, and splayed his hands. He shot up like a rocket, and Jacie scrambeled up, and her jaw dropped. He whipped a hand up, and grapped the rafter, swinging himself fowards. He jumped onto it, and Kallista fowned,"Damn Elemantal." He lashed out a kick, and she curved around it, defying the laws of collagen in her bones, she fell into a split, her legs bending derangedly. She caught his foot with her legs-still bended at an odd angle-and he staggered foward, hopping on one foot. She whipped a hand out, and held his foot, her legs sliding out of the position.
  She stuck her tounge out at him, and threw him away, mere inches from Jacie. She screamed and flung herself out of the way, and looked up at Kallista,"Oi!" Kallista laughed,"Sorry." Jacie watched as Kallista flipped off the rafter, landing on the mat gracefully. Then her head snapped to the right, as the door to another room clicked and opened. A woman walked out, her body fluid and graceful. Her head was vividly sapphire, her eyes just white, with no pupils. They were tunnels of light, blinding Jacie.The woman was insanly beautiful, fluid and graceful even in stillness. Her vivid hair swirled around her head and stopped at her waist, moving slowly like snakes hunting their prey. Her eyes were frammed by thin eyelids, with heavy black eyelashes. Her bright ruby red lips parted, showing the perfect white teeth that gleamed and sparkled. Her long , thin fingers twitched, and Jacie staggered. Her mind turned numb, all thoughts slipping away, focusing on this woman. Kallista sighed,"Leave her be, Zuri." The woman named Zuri shrugged, her delicate shoulders lifting, and Jacies mind cleared. She glared at the woman named Zuri,"Don't do that." Zuri laughed, a peal of bells. Acuzio grumbeled,"Zuri." Zuri smiled warmly at him,"Hello Acuzio." Acuzio glanced at Jacie,"Zuri's chosen power is contolling the emotions. She can make you angry, make you sad, make you happy, or make you confused." Jacie raised an eyebrow, and looked at Zuri,"Really?" Zuri smiled, and it was not pleasant,"Let me show you."
  She numbly heard Acuzios voise raise angirly,"Quit it." But then everything went dark, and Jacie started screaming. It was fear like nothing else before, almost as if a million black widows were crawling inside her, or a thousand demons swirling around her. Under her screams, she head Acuzio and Kallista yell,"Stop!" And Jacies sight cleared, the fear gone, leaving her retching and falling. Acuzio darted foward in a blur and caught her, and glared at Zuri,"That was uncalled for." Zuri smiled, and turned, walking the opposite way. She didnt turn to face them, but instead said,"Kallista, Ive done what you asked. Im leaving now." to the door.  She walked out of the door, and they looked through the glass to see her dissolve into a storm of blue glitter, disappearing into no more. Acuzio looked at Kallista, who was placing her sword back on the wall,"What'd you ask her to do?" Kallista turned and shrugged coolly,"She was going to try and charm one of my swords, make it so that it confused its opponents.
  Acuzio straightened Jacie up, and she swayed, but managed to stay standing. Acuzio frowned,"That wasn't how I expected this to go..." Jacie glowered,"You think?"


Wow...That is epic.

   This isn't part of the story, obviously. Just wanted to tell you all to go to Jamba Juice, get your favorite smoothie, than find a car wash somewhere, put on your favorite song, kick back and relax.
   It truly is, to say the least, epica.


Blogger hates me. SO. I shall reply to Kallista's comment through this.
   Thanks!!! :D Its not so popular yet, seeing as I only have two fans xD. Hoping thatll change! Anywho, I was already gonna put you, Sky, Mar, and Quinn in my story, wether you like it or not :DDDD


Still haven't though of a name....

  Jacie's eyelids fluttered, and stifled a groan. Her nose stung, and her mind was swarmed with memories of last night. She thought of Simon, and of how he probrably thought she left him with his money in her hand. She frowned, Simon was her best friend, he wouldn't think that. He was probrably worried out of his mind... She looked around, and saw the man who was with her last night leaning against the wall, long sleeves rolled up to his forearms. She sat up, and said,"Where am I?" He smiled and said,"This is my home." Jacie frowned, and looked around. It looked like a hospital room. She tilted her head,"You live in a hospital?" He made a sound that sounded like a laugh, and said,"No, its just this room that looks like a hospital. The rest of the house, I promise, is very elegant and well furnished." He walked out, and Jacie called,"Wait!" She stumbled off the bed, and followed him out. The next room was, as promished, filled with chairs and couches, and the walls were a dark mahogany.
  "Wait," She said, "Whats your name?" There was a million questions in her head, and this one popped up first. He didn't turn around,"Acuzio. It means 'sharp' in Latin." Jacie frowned,"I didnt ask for the meaning."
"I didn't ask for you to ask."
"Huh? Never mind. How did you do that?"
"How did I answer your question?"
"No, how did you...you made wind...It came from your hands."
He turned towards her so suddenly she stumbled into him. She backed up, and he said,"I didn't control wind. It was a lucky chance. Thats impossible."
She frowned, and shook her head,"No, the other man...He-he exploded! He had fire in his hands. Whats your excuse for that one?" Acuzio sweared under his breath, and eyed her warily. Then he spoke, and his voice was filled with reluctance,"Just forget about it. Go home, and live your life." She gaped at him,"I don't have a home, and just forget about it? How am i supposed to forget that?" Acuzio eyebrow arched,"Why are you asking me? And what do you mean, you dont have a home?"
"I live in an orphange."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Just forget about it."
He smiled quirkily, and shrugged,"I was planning on it."

  Simon's forehead got red, a dangerous sign. "Well, you have to do SOMETHING."
"But maybe she just ran away."
"She DIDNT RUN AWAY! Shes my best friend, I know her! Someone took her, or she went outside for some reason, and someone took her!"
Miss Purce sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers. She was one of the ladies who helped own this orphange, and she was doing her best not to tell the poor boy that they would probrably never see Jacie again. Simon glared, and said in a low voice,"If you don't do something, I will. Ill go to a news crew, tell them an Orphange teacher doesn't care that one of her children just got kidnapped." Miss Purce froze, and glared at him. He stood his ground. Finally, she broke,"Fine. Fine. Now leave." He took a deep breath, and stood. Simon marched out the room, his run down sneakers groaning. He stormed into his room and slammed the door, flopping on the bed. He stared at the ceiling, his feelings of unease swirling in his stomach. He sighed, his sadness making his hand twitch. He snatched his pen from the floor, and reached for the notepad. He began to draw, his worries spilling out onto the paper...
  Jacie took a bite out of the apple Acuzio threw her, and the juice pooled into her mouth, calming her, but only a little. She took a deep breath, and said,"So there is magic. Real magic. And people...practise it?" Acuzio sighed,"For the third time, yes. People gifted with magical talents, choose their powers at the age of 20. It could be Elemental magic, which is influencing the elements, or shape-shifting, or anything else you choose and excersize. Theres a magical community, theres zombies and mermaids and snowmen that come to life and eat your noses."
Jacie gaped, and he smiled,"Im joking."
He looked at the T.V. and Jacie stared at him. He really was handsome, and was wearing a black suit. He had an odd looking watch on his left wrist, and had jet black hair. It curled and waved and shaped his head well, though it didn't quite reach his ears. He looked at her, and she looked away quickly. It was rude to stare.
  Jacie thought of something, and said eagerly,"Can I do magic?" He shrugged,"How am I supposed to know?" She glared, and he dropped his shoulders. "Maybe. You might be able to. You'd have to practise." Jacie's heart sped, and she said,"Could you teach me?" He tilted his head, and looked her in the eye. "Maybe."
"Yes? You will?"
"What? No."
"So yes?"
  He shook his head, and yelled,"Stop! Maybe, I'll teach you." She looked down. He looked at her curiously, and said,"Wouldn't you like to go back?" She shook her head quickly,"No. Never. I can't." He shrugged, and said,"I'll allow you to sleep in my backyard." She started to smile goofily, and then it dropped. "Crap.." She murmured. He looked back at the T.V. "What?' She shook her head,"My best friend. He's almost the only friend I have. I left him at Burger King, to see what you were yelling about..." Acuzio shrugged,"Not my problem." She glared,"You could offer some advice, you know." He smiled crookedly,"Nonsense. What the bloody hell do I know about upset teenage girls?" She laughed, and he walked out from the counter seperating them. He walked over to the hat stand and grabbed a black Fedora, placed it on his head on a bouyant angle, and said,"Come. If I'm thinking about training you, you might as well meet my friend." Jacie hurried towards him, and they walked through the door.
  "So, whats your friends name?"
"Kallista. Kallista Pendragon. I have a feeling you'll like her."
Jacie eyed him,"Really?"
"Good God no. You'll probrably hate her, for all i know about you."
Jacie sighed, and blinked against the sudden blinding bright light of the sun. Once her eyesight adjusted, she looked at her surroundings. There was an expensive looking car in front of them. It was black, and sleek, and shiny. The headlights blinked hello as Acuzio pressed the unlock button. When she asked what type of car it was, Acuzio lectured her about how his Rolls Royce Phanto, and the engine, and the tyres, and the leather seats, and pretty much everything else. She scowled as he talked, sincerely not caring. When he finished, she looked over at him,"I didn't need to know that."
"I dont need to bring you either. My, how much we have in common." He walked towards the car, and Jacie glared at the back of his head. She got in the passangers seat.
Jacie smiled to herself, relaxing into the soft leather seat. Acuzio put it in reverse, then started backing out of the parking lot. He spun around, and Jacie yelled,"Hey! They accelerated foward, Jacie slamming into the back of her seat. The world outside was a bright and colorful blur, and as they screeched left, Jacie screamed.
  Acuzio cackeled, his smooth velvety voice rolling off his tounge smoothly. Jacie covered her face with her pale hands, and then she couldn't help it. She peeked. Her heart thudded into her chest and her dark hair flapped all around, smacking Acuzio in the face. He yelled,"Oi!" She screamed,"Oi yourself, were gonna die!" He laughed again, and said,"With my superior reflexes? Not a chance." She glowered at him, but he was right. At every bump, tree or pole, he flicked the wheel the opposite direction and they bolted the way he wanted. The engine snarled in appreciation, the tyres squealing. Then he smiled at her,"Were here." He slammed the brakes, and Jacie smacked her head onto the dashboard. She groaned, and lifted it back up slowly, to see Acuzio with his hands behind his head, eyebrow arched. "Are you quite finished?" He stepped out before she could whip her fist out for his arm, and she grumbled, rubbing her head. She stepped out,"Are you always that crazy?" He smiled cockily at her,"Its not crazy if your me."


A story I haven't discovered a name for.

She didn't like school.
In fact, Jacie Change had never liked school. For as far as she could remember, Jacie never appreciated the teachers, demanding respect they had never earned. Or the students, all equally annoying in their contest of being cool. Or the work, making children feel inferior since the beginning of time. Or the campus, feeling like the prison. Or maybe it was the Cafeteria, creating gruel so vile that children would rather starve then eat it. All in all, Jacie did not like school. She just didn't.
She had never been popular, by any means, but she had had a few good friends. She still did, though maybe some of them hadndrifted apart over time. It wasn't that they weren't likable people, just that Jacie was more of a loner. She had some people that weren't really enemies, but really just (and she found it rather amusing) disliked her. A prime example of these people, was a girl standing right in front of her.
Rachel was stumpy, with horribly dyed blonde hair. She had way to much makeup on, and she eyed Jacie hatefully. Jacie smiled back at her and Rachels lip curled.
"And what are you looking at?"
Jacie tilted her head and said,"I'm looking at you looking at me." Rachel rolled her eyes and walked away. The bell rang and Jacie hurried off into the dull grey class that called itself,"History"
The room was empty and silent, a admirable feat for this school. She frowned, and turned back towards the door. There was a small note on the door, and it read; "'Class, meet at the Media Centre this morning.'" Jacie cursed and sprinted throughcthe hallways. She birders into the Media Centre and panted. Her red headed friend, Ava, smiled and gestured towards the seat beside her. Jacie lowered her head, ignoring the withering glare of the elderly man named Dan, though he ridiculously had the habit of requesting people call him by his last name, a trait all the teachers seemed to share. Jacie hurried off to the chair next to Ava, and settled in. Dan cleared his throat. "Alright class, now that everybody has decided to show up, let's begin. Today, our lesson is about history. The history of magic." Jacie lifted her head, her dark brown hair falling into her face. Dan continued.
"Magic is the claimed art of manipulating aspects of reality either by supernatural means or through knowledge of occult laws unknown to science. It is in contrast to science, in that science does not accept anything not subject to either direct or indirect observation, and subject to logical analysis, whereas practitioners of magic claim it is an inexplicable force beyond logic. Magic has been practiced in all cultures, and utilizes ways of understanding, experiencing and influencing the world somewhat akin to those offered by religion, though it is sometimes regarded as more focused on achieving results than religious worship." Jacie frowned,"So it's possible that magic exsists?"
There were a few snickers around the room. But Jacie ignored them. Dan frowned,"Magic is often viewed with suspicion by the wider community, and is commonly practised in isolation and secrecy. The magic word being secrecy. If there was a chance of magic, I highly doubt any of us will find it."
Jacie frowned,"But if other people have"- But Dan interrupted her. "Miss Change, I told you. I highly doubt you would find it!" He opened his mouth to speak again, but the bell rang. Jacie scoweled, and grabbed her satchel. Ava poked her shoulder, and she turned towards her. Ava has flaming red hair, and her small pale nose held a pair of black glasses. They framed her pale, milky face well. Her dimple popped as her white teeth flashed. She spoke,"So, your still coming over my house tonight?" Jacie shrugged, and said,"Yup." Ava nodded, and they separated. Jacie climbed down the steps, and she blinked from the bright sun suddenly burning in her eyes. She walked down the familiar path to the orphanage she had to call, "home."
Jacie strolled into the huge building, home of 304 children. They all didn't have a family, and the people who worked at the orphanage were pretty kind about it. But Jacie hated that place, and was determined to find a home. She put her hands in her pocket, and walked up the steps to the fourth floor, where her room was located. Once she got there, she saw a boy around the same age as her, with horn rimmed glasses, messy black hair, and milky brown eyes. He smiled as he saw her, and said,"Hullo Jay." She grinned. Simon Will was her best friend in the orphanage, or anywhere else in the world. He was tall and gangly, and very un coordinated. Unlike Jacie, who was tall and slender, and very graceful. Most if the time, anyway. While Simon had pretty brown eyes, Jacie had swampy green eyes. She didn't like the colour green. She only liked solid colors, for all the other ones like green, purple, and pink were just offspring if the big colors. Like red, or blue, or white. Her favorite color was black, for it wasn't a mixture of anything, and almost nothing could come from it. Simon was a very funny person, and he had a history of making Jacie laugh. He had a sparkle in his eye, which meant he was thinking about something mischievous.
Jacie followed him into his room,a messy room with white paint. Almost every inch of it was covered in portraits, that Simon drew himself. He sprawled onto the bed and murmured, "So how was your day? Mine was amazingly boring, the reason being I had nothing to do, and no one to do it with. Thanks for that." Jacie frowned,"I have school, Simon." He smiled wryly,"I think I'm more important than school. Anyways, you don't like school. You complain about it all the time." Jacie shrugged, then went to examine his drawings. There was a portrait of a sword, incredibly detailed in color and lines. Jacie could barely draw a stick figure. She found Simon's art amazing, and loved watching him draw. His pencil or brush flying across the paper, producing art in a matter of seconds. Simon was more artistic and liked talking to people, making friends. While Jacie hadn't an artistic bone in her body, and hated speaking to strangers.She smiled,"I'm bored. Lets go get something to eat." Simon sprang up, and grinned,"Perfect." While they walked down the steps, Jacie said,"How's your driving going?" Simon was two years older than her. She was 15 and he was 17. He scowled, and grumbled,"I don't like driving." Jacie smiled wanly,"That's fine, just ride a bicycle all your life. A pink one, at that." Simon growled,"No jokes, Change." The orphanage had gotten Simon a bicycle, for his birthday. But there was a mistake, and it came pink. Jacie had laughed the whole entire day, quite a feat, even when she was 13.
  They walked to the nearest Burger King, Simon talking about his friend Zachary having a band, and him watching it fail drastically. Jacie laughed at his sardonic jokes, and smiled as he talked. A burst of random wind charged through her coat, and she shivered. They walked into the dirty fast food shop and Simon went to go to the restroom. He told her what he wanted, and insisted he pay for the food, so he gave her a twenty dollar bill. As another man walked in the room, Jacie heard a snatch of a yell from outside. She frowned and, curiosity getting the better of her, walked out the shop. She looked around, and heard another yell. Another burst of wind flew into her and she gasped sharply, the shock of the cold sharpening her senses.
  She hurried off into the sidewalk and heard the yell loudest of all coming from a bricked alley. She hesitated, wary. But her curiosity got the best of her, and she ran into the alley. She looked around, and a man dropped from the sky. She screamed, and backed away, heart pounding. A man jumped from the roof of the wall opposite of her, holding two fireballs......In his hands? He snarled at her and threw one of them near her, but as she shrieked and ducked, the man on the floor knocked it off course with a burst of air from his splayed hand. The attacker whirled and grabbed a trash can, then completed the spin, in front of Jacie once again. He flung it at her, and Jacie was still on the floor, so she laid completely flat on her back so it just ripped some skin off the tip of her nose.
  She rolled onto her stomach and leaped up, to see the man who was on the floor getting back up and reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a gleaming knife, with wickedly shining rubies on the hilt, and tossed it into the mans chest.
Jacie's stomach lurched as his snarls turned guttural, then stopped all together. His clothes started flapping, as if in a great wind, and his body turned into shimmering dust.
  Jacie tried to scream, but no sound came. His clothes fell to the ground. Jacie choked out a few words,"Dus....he turned to dust...H-how?!" The man kept his eyes on the mound that used to be man and said bitterly,"He chose to have his skin be an armor. That means when something hurts his weak spot, his death will be....Unusual." Jacie nodded slowly, then her vision clouded and she fainted.

My new story

    It really is going to be unique! Im hoping everyone will enjoy....but if you dont, well then....Leave me alone! :D

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   I havent yet thought of a point to this blog....
             But dont you worry!

   Ill think of something...

If i could just find my brain......*Does brain call* Yoohoo! Brain!
         Ah, well.....You people can just wait until i find it then!