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Chapter Three

I awoke to watery sunlight streaming through to pierce the sleep in my eyes. I blinked awake, and as I rolled over, I felt an empty space. Where could Sarvarna have gotten to? I shrugged the question off and ran my fingers through the long red curls of hair that fell about my shoulders. I had been taking care of myself a bit better since I had seen Raria, and now the dark circles under my eyes had given way to the light skin beneath. As I roamed about, a scream suddenly bounced off the boulders around me, echoing fiercely in my ears. “Kesara!” I whirled around, to find out if I could distinguish where the sound was radiating from. Quickly, I followed the noise, and it led me to a large cave wall. Sounds emanated from around it, and I took a deep breath and pushed myself past, dreading what I might see. My suspicions were correct. Sarvarna was held in an arm lock by an achingly familiar face, which had haunted my thought for months. His shaggy hair hung in his cold eyes, and he hissed something angrily into Sarvarna’s ear.”Mergorn!” I shouted. The merman swiveled his head and dropped Sarvarna. His eyes glinted cruelly as I drew out the knife from where I had kept it in my small vest pocket. “You still have the knife!” He sneered. “I had hoped the shark would have taken care of you, so I wouldn’t be obliged to do it! But unfortunately the overgrown guppy was too cowardly!” Mergorn lunged, and I nimbly dodged. I had an easy shot at him with the blade as he reeled by, but I could not force myself to kill. Mergorn whipped around and dived for me, knocking the weapon from my hand and pinning me to the sand. His hot rancid breath billowed my face, and I cringed. Mergorn placed a clammy hand on my throat and pressed unyieldingly on it. I gasped for air, and he jeered in my face, “Say hello to your mother and father!” I braced myself for blackness, but suddenly I heard a thunk and Mergorn fell heavy on my chest. I wriggled out from under him, choking and wheezing. Sarvarna was poised with a large shell over the merman’s body, and she whispered shakily, “I couldn’t let him kill you!” I splayed my hand on the murderer’s chest and realized he was still shallowly breathing. “Come on, let’s get out of here!” I urged, and Sarvarna tossed the shell away and rocketed after me. We swam and swam for hours until our tails could pump no further, and we plopped down on a green coral bed, panting. I smiled through my gasps and stammered, “Y-you saved m-my life. Thank you.” Sarvarna only dipped her head and grasped for some of the disgusting seaweed. Normally, neither of us would touch it, but hunger drives people to strange things. Both of us wolfed the stuff down, ignoring the way it slid around in our mouths. Sarvarna began to talk carefully, something about why she didn’t tell me things before, but I only half-heard, for I was already asleep by the time she reached the story of her quest.



Just so you know, Sarvarna is actually modeled after Phoenix, my bets friend! :o)



Joke-of-the-Week

Erm...uh...gotta think...ok, this joke Phoenix told me. Please don't be offended by the politician I use for it, because alot of different ones can rightfully be used. This is how I heard the joke, and it can be offending in a few ways, so please be careful. Anyhoo...


Hillary Clinton went to heaven and met St. Peter. As she talked with him, she looked around the golden walls of heaven and saw millions of clocks. "What are the clocks for?" she asked.
"Oh, they each represent a person. Everytime the person lies, the clock ticks." St. Peter showed Mrs. Clinton one clock. "This is Abraham Lincoln's. As you know, he was a fairly honest man, so his clock hasn't ticked a great amount. This is Mother Theresa's; obviously her's isn't too far ticked." St. Peter went on, until Hillary Clinton interrupted, "Where's my clock?"
"Oh, yours? It's in my office, I'm using it for a ceiling fan."



Thought-of-the-Week

Oh boy... I'm drawing a major blank...here's my thought. READ, IT'S FUN!
Good enough? lol