Post Reply Honestly (title needs to be changed...)
Posted 1/31/09
Preface:
Once upon a time, there was a high school girl Yuri. She was normal; went to school, had a boyfriend, procrastinated, etc. But what she didn’t expect is that one day, a pair of hands reached out of a puddle on the ground and pulled her inside a magic vortex, back in time to the ancient city Hattsusa, the capitol of Anatolia, modern day Turkey. There, she meets Prince Kail Mursili and falls in love with him. But both their love and their lives were threatened by the evil Queen Nakia, the witch who had pulled Yuri back in time in the first place. Obstacles came; Yuri’s indecision of going home, the suave general of Egypt, the heterochromatic Ramses, and the evil queen of Egypt Nefertiti, who is collaborating with Queen Nakia. Together, Yuri, the newly declared goddess of war Ishtar and Kail work together to overcome evil and help Kail reach his dream of becoming King and creating a peaceful kingdom.


A/N: Yes, all those that are familiar, it is Anatolia Story/Red River
Hence the -ish in the description
Posted 1/31/09
A/N: Heck, the somewhat boring start

Honestly, my life, my always-has-been-calm life, is now a tipsy roller coaster ride, hanging by a millimeter thin thread through 750 meters high, not to mention endless, broken down, rusted tracks.
But strangely, I’m quite enjoying the thrill.
I guess I should start from the beginning, and explain to you why I, a normal high school junior, would be in such a topsy turvy ride.
My name is Adachi Mai, and I currently go to Lowell High in America. So far, still normal.
School was simple; go, take notes, get out. Not much of a challenge. We’re allowed notes during tests, so life was surprisingly simple.
I’m half American, half Japanese, and I moved here from Hokkaido a year ago to attend school, leaving my house a few million miles behind me at the same time. But truth to be told, it wasn’t such a major sacrifice.
My dad worked at a casino as a black jack dealer. He hardly ever comes home, spending every night outside at a random hotel.
My mom was a bartender at the same casino. She rarely comes home either. She was like dad, except she spends the night at some other man’s house.
I had an older brother, Adachi Kei. Note the past tense; he ditched the family years ago.
This all leaves me, most of the time, all alone in the small apartment I called home. I kept it up pretty well, but school and 3 part time jobs were getting to me. The only place I can only find condolence is with my best friend: Honami Kira.
Honami Kira was my only friend, actually, the only friend I’ll accept. She understood me, been with me through ups and downs, happiness and darkness. I tried my best to be with her too, laughing for her, crying for her when she can’t. Us, we were close, sharing a bond deeper than anything I have known before.
But then, I learned just how cruel reality was, the reality I called a life.
Someone once said that “All bad things will come to an end.” What he failed to mention is that all good things will fall as well. I had to move.
I know it was my choice, but I was all ready for refusing the scholarship of Lowell and staying in Japan, for Kira. But she had refused, saying this was a once in a life time chance for a bright education.
We stayed in contact after I moved, for ‘bout half a year, but then she had to move to France to continue her internship at dress-design. After that, all communications between us failed. For the first time in my life, I felt truly alone, all by myself in the big city.
But it turns out that Lowell didn’t last too long either.
Posted 1/31/09
A/N: Starts getting somewhat sarcastic

I was sprawled on the big black leather sofa in my apartment, spacing out and just… thinking, wearing a black tube top and white denim shorts. My shoulder blade length black hair was twisted into a slight bun, bangs flowing down the sides of my very tanned face. The only thing not skin tight was the petite silver chain bracelet with small silver butterflies, bejeweled with Ametrine and etched with swirling eddies, fixed onto the crossings of the chains; the bracelet Kira had given me.
Then, out of the blue, a huge uh… how do I put this…void? This swirling mass of blackness and null suddenly appeared before me, threatening to suck me in. Surprised, I dropped my hand slung over the back of the sofa, which turned out to be the only thing keeping me in place. Bad move. In a second, the furnished living room disappeared through the single ray of light piercing through the blank darkness, then swallowed up in a split second.
Naturally, I was scared, so naturally, I closed my eyes. When I opened them however, I found the most peculiar sight upon me: lots of sand. At first, I thought I was hallucinating or something. But after a good long while of rubbing my eyes, I think there’s a pretty good chance I’m not imaging things. Perhaps this is a dream and I passed out after some alcohol or something. But did I really want to wake up? Obvious choice: No. So, I restrained from pinching myself and stood up, only to find myself soaking wet. Why, you ask? I have no idea.
Honestly, I was just as clueless as you probably are right now.
So, the first thing I see (besides the endless plain of sand) was a horse. I know when you imagine a horse in this typical type of story, you’d imagine a strong black steed that would prance to my rescue and haul me away to where ever the prince is. I’d gladly wish for that as well. But in my case? No, God wouldn’t grant me the pleasure. This horse is tiny and scrawny; the type that you know would snap like a pair of chopsticks if you even try to sit on it, much less run with it. But it is also God who couldn’t grant me a cold heart, for conscience chose this time to talk.
Seriously, my life gets worst and worst, but I thought it was fine since it was all a dream. But that theory was getting more and more impractical by the second.
Well, I really don’t think you can feel the burning hot sun and sand and the tugging of a horse biting at your wet clothes in a dream. But please, correct me if I’m wrong.
Seeing that I have no other choice, I started walking. In what direction? Hopefully, the right one. I was tired. It has been what, three hour since I started walking? I was exhausted, and not to mention thirsty. But was I desperate enough to lick a few drops from my dirty, yet already drying clothes?
Turns out I was.
Posted 1/31/09
A/N: Not quite the sarcasm and smart-mouthing at highest peak, since she isn't by any means speaking right now

It was another good hour (maybe more, I was never really good at estimating) before I saw life. I suddenly saw the first few paragraphs of my social studies book come to life, as the caravan traders saw their long awaited oasis. By now, I was starved and thirsty as I stumbled in to the cool shades of the canopy, the horse a few steps behind me.
I rested for quite a while. There was a small spring on the ground, which satisfied my thirst. Food however, proved to be more of a challenge without (I can’t believe I’m saying this…) textbooks. Guess they do prove themselves useful when a person is starving to death…
Thoughts rushed through my mind 300 miles per hour. But one stopped, making all the thoughts behind it kiss each other’s arse. That apple pie I had eaten…was delicious.
My mind has certain masochistic intents…
If you can imagine this scenario, try imagining how happy I was to hear human voice, and how disappointing it was to realize the voice spoke a different language.
But you know what? I was happy to see life.
At least, I think I am.
Posted 1/31/09
A/N: Meh, the meeting. Gotta clarify stuffz

Egyptian (well, they do have the typical do and stuff, if you know what I mean) soldiers marched in, lead by a quite familiar man, someone I believed to only exist in a story book.
Curse my loose lips. “Ramses?!” He turned in my direction, and I managed a sorta half grin before two spears were pointed at my neck.
I couldn’t be wrong, I mean, that had to be Ramses. He had the golden eye and stuff. And plus: he reacted when I yelled his name. But guess what? They spoke Egyptian (why did I ever assume otherwise?) and naturally, I didn’t understand a single word. So I can only remain silent when they questioned me (at least that’s what I think they were doing…).
“It’s not my fault I can’t freakin’ understand you!” I yelled just for the heck of it. But I also wanted to get across the message that I was a foreigner. To my (pleasant) surprise, the soldiers jumped at my outburst. But to my dismay, a (quite alluring) smirk came onto Ramses’s lips.
It’s not fair. I hadn’t chosen this way of life, life did.
So like I had mentioned (or hinted) before, life is not always fair. IT’S NEVER FAIR!
Have you ever been arrested before?
Believe me, it’s not a pleasant experience.
Especially when your hands are tied up with rough twine behind your back.
And you’re slung in a very uncomfortable position on a back of a horse.
Well, imagine a few damn hours of riding that way and you’ll probably feel the same way I feel: nauseated.
Smirk.
Bet the soldier won’t appreciate me hurling on him huh?
But as if God read my devious mind (who’s to blame?), Ramses spoke, pointing to the city in the background (as poets would say, Just beyond the horizon. Though last time I checked, I’m no poet).
“Memphis… huh?” I muttered. Who’d’ve thought that Egyptians would have such good hearing? Well, iPods haven’t been invented yet; I guess that’s a factor.
So Ramses nodded with a sideways glance at me.
Was that… anxiety?
Hang on a sec, did he meet Yuri yet?
Well, assuming I'm inside the freakin' story....
One of the million things I wanna ask.
But can I?
No.
But turns out, Ramses planned on talking to me too.
Posted 1/31/09
A/N: Still in revision
But can't revise if I'm not finished...


So first place we go to is not the big huge (not to mention mud-constructed) palace, but a small house at the edge of the town. It was also (unfortunately) the other side of town, so I managed to earn more than a few thousand weird glances at me: an obvious fugitive.
When we got to the house, Ramses hauls me on my feet (literally) and guides me inside. I know you’d expect me to say something like “as if I couldn’t walk” or something sarcastic like that, but trust me: muttering in a foreign language is harder than it seems under the watchful eyes of a way too handsome guy.
Back to the house, it resembled some Indian medicine man tent, though this is a house. A giant pot stood at the main living room’s center, which eerily reminded me of the pot in the witch’s (Ursula I believe her name was) den in Little Mermaid. Scented herbs and garlic (?!) were strung into long drapes and hung everywhere, making the whole room smell unbelievably… good… There were familiar smells amongst it: lemongrass, lavender, and rosemary. Side note: I’ve always been fond of garlic, so that’s no problem for me.
Then, from behind a drape of thick velvet came a horribly ugly man; like a creepy warlock from the medieval times.
Well, that’s what I want to say, but what really came out from behind the curtains was a tall young woman in her 20’s. She had long black hair that reached her waist; strung high and low with colorful beads and feathers, standing out attractively against her trademark tan skin. Her eyes seem like the deepest parts of the ocean; dark and murky. They seem to have no bottom. It was way too easy for a guy to fall for such and attractive maiden, so I was genuinely surprised when Ramses didn’t even gawk for a few minutes like I did, but instead started talking to her in a very urgent tone.
So, the two talked for a few minutes here and there, and I let my mind wander. It was all too confusing; being dragged into this world I only know some things about (though I would call myself fortunate in these cases). But it didn’t seem like I was about to get killed, so I’ll pray for that.
I was snapped out of my daydream with a bucket of ice cold water. Without realizing it, I sputtered out, “What was that for?!” To my surprise, Ramses answered, “For not paying attention.” I stood there staring at him for a good few seconds (maybe it was minutes. Who knows?), before I snapped out if it and yelped, “You can understand me!” He nodded. “And vice versa as well,” he said in a low, suave tone. I couldn’t help but giggle, partly in relief and partly in the smile Ramses had on his face.
Nah, all in relief.
Posted 1/31/09
That's it for now

No, don't get me wrong

It's only on the 6th page

There's only...

69 more to go

Just wanna read manga now

And I have GOTTA update on my story...

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Posted 2/8/09
Someone call for a title change?
Posted 3/15/09

Kouta_XIII wrote:

Someone call for a title change?


yeah...
i need a good idea
one that goes KABOOM
and stands out on the shelves
yes, it WILL get published

how about...

"Read Me"

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Posted 3/17/09 , edited 3/17/09

hyuuganeji11 wrote:


Kouta_XIII wrote:

Someone call for a title change?


yeah...
i need a good idea
one that goes KABOOM
and stands out on the shelves
yes, it WILL get published

how about...

"Read Me"

xDD


Well if it was written in bright, shiny, seizure-inducing flashing colors, it'd certainly stand out.
Posted 3/17/09

Kouta_XIII wrote:


hyuuganeji11 wrote:


Kouta_XIII wrote:

Someone call for a title change?


yeah...
i need a good idea
one that goes KABOOM
and stands out on the shelves
yes, it WILL get published

how about...

"Read Me"

xDD


Well if it was written in bright, shiny, seizure-inducing flashing colors, it'd certainly stand out.


^^
of course~
metallic blast~
xD
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