Stars Over Llorleya- Chapter 22

Fiction By Anna // 11/16/2008

Chapter the Twenty-second

Wynd spent the night restless in the woods. After making sure no one was near, she cast off her cloak and flew upward, leaving the forest floor behind.
She broke through the treetops and into the wan moonlight. Her wings shimmered gently. Wynd flew up and up, as though trying to reach the moon. At the time, it seemed that another world was the only one where she could be happy. Her castle was demolished. And even if Llorleya was repaired and put under its true queen, nothing would heal the pain of Wynd’s failure.
She finally went back to the dark canopy. Burying her head in her arms, she began to pray. She couldn’t think of anything else she could do. But often it is our greatest need that drives us to know that He is the only one who can truly help.
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The sun rose, and Gilligan awoke to see Wynd crouched against a tree trunk. Her cloak was back on, and she had fallen asleep sitting up. Gilligan wondered if it was uncomfortable or not.
He surveyed the food supply. They had enough for a long, long time, but Gilligan didn’t really want to eat. Between discovering Aria was, in fact, truly alive beyond any doubt, the rush of preparation, and the shock of Torlith crushing the castle, Gilligan was too- well, something in a mix excitement and confusion and sorrow for Wynd- to eat. He drank a little water, then woke Wynd.
She made a noise somewhere between a yawn and a groan. "Can it possibly be morning?" she mumbled.
"Take it up with the sun, not me," said Gilligan.
She stretched. "What is there to eat?"
"See for yourself. I don’t feel like eating anything, so it’s all yours."
"You should eat something," Wynd insisted.
Gilligan shook his head. After a short silence, he said gently, "Are you- better- now?"
Wynd halted. "Not completely," she said softly. "But I think I’ll be all right."

They set out soon after. Had they been going the opposite way, they would have had to make a wide circle around the castle; but they were going east, toward the sea.
There was a path through the woods. But they were not going to take this path. "There’s too much sadness there," said Wynd. Gilligan eventually found out that it was the same path Aria and her company had taken when Torlith attacked.
Suddenly something occurred to Wynd. "Stowaway!"
"What?" asked Gilligan, eloquently.
"The cat! I left her in there!"
"You’re not thinking of risking your life for a cat, are you?" asked Gilligan incredulously.
Wynd shook her head. "No, no. But- oh- poor cat, she’ll be-" something rubbed against Wynd’s legs- "she’ll be-" something mewed- "she’ll-" she looked down. Her eyes grew as wide as dinner plates. "Stowaway?!"
"The cat followed us?" asked Gilligan. "Smart cat."
Wynd laughed and picked up Stowaway, rubbing her all over and talking to her as though she were a real person. "So you made it out? Of course any intelligent being would. Are you going to travel with us, dear? I hope…"
"Now that your mind is at ease, shall we continue?" asked Gill.
Wynd set the golden-furred cat on the grass and nodded. She was smiling slightly. "Yes, let’s."

Travel was slow. Gilligan would have preferred to run all the way to the sea, if he could, but they weren’t in any real hurry, according to Wynd. "Aria’s at least fifty days from reaching Llorleya," she said. "We have plenty of time. For goodness’ sake, slow down!"
Wynd was a bit off with her reckoning. Aria was closer to thirty days from Llorleya, and counting them down with bated breath.
There were others also awaiting Aria, but with much less delight.
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"Princess Aria is alive."
The words that had brought Gilligan so much joy haunted Torlith. How was she still alive?! He almost broke the table with his fist as he pounded it.
Word had come of Aria’s being in Llorleya, raising an army. So Torlith had to be prepared. His crown was not the only thing at stake.
Torlith drew back his forces from the Elf Havens with as much haste as possible. In the meantime, he sent his men to destroy the old castle. Then he got reinforcements. Deadly reinforcements. He thought of sending them to meet her, but decided that surprising her when she assaulted the castle (assuming she would) would be far more fun.
Torlith couldn’t suppress a villainish laugh. (Men are so prone to them, you know… And they are rather fun.)
"Oh, yes, Aria," he murmured. "I have far more power than you know."
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Wynd stopped short. "I’m sorry, Gilligan, I know we’ve had so many delays today already, but-"
Gillian turned around and sighed. "It just better be good. Not like rescuing that bug the cat wanted to eat."
Wynd looked somewhere between annoyed and hurt. "It was a dragonfly, and Stowaway would have eaten it if I hadn’t stepped in," she said defensively.
"That’s what I said. Look, cats like bugs, and there are plenty to share, anyway." Wynd looked rather irritated, so Gilligan apologized. "What is it, really?"
"I have a wing cramp."
Surprised, Gilligan asked, "Is that possible?"
"Of course it’s possible, or it wouldn’t be happening. I haven’t flown in three quarters of a month, and I need to stretch my wings. Tell me if anyone comes." She shed the cloak gracefully onto the ground. "Oh, that’s better."
As she took off, Gilligan went to gather up her cloak. As he walked underneath her, he became showered with dust. It stuck to his hair and he spent the better part of an hour trying to get it out (not that he was very particular about his hair, but he didn’t want it to draw attention).
When he finally picked up the cloak- stepping under a tree to avoid the rest of the dust falling on the ground, as Wynd was still soaring and twirling in the clouds- he noticed that the inside was also covered in shimmering dust. "Her wings must be caked with it," he realized.
Yes, fairy wings, like most other things, collect dust with disuse. This is good to know in cases like this (which come rarely enough).
Wynd flew for over and hour and a half. For Wynd it was pure delight to be in the skies, once again feeling excitement course through her veins, and wind pushing on her wings. But it was quite boring for Gilligan, who had nothing better to do that sit on the grass and watch. So he occupied himself with thoughts of Aria, and the hope that they would soon see each other again.
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One week later, off the coast of Llorleya

"Land ho!"
Aria bolted onto the deck as the cry was repeated from the crow’s nest.
"Land ho!"
"Land!" cried an elf near her.
"Llorleya," breathed Aria. Joy washed over her, dazing her. Someone- presumably Rayne- hugged her. She thought she heard Raphael say something like, "So this is the land where Queen Cera chose to live." Aria couldn’t read his tone, but she hoped it wasn’t derisive.
Aria pulled herself from the swooning feeling quickly and searched the sea before them. And there it was- a dark strip of almost nothing on the horizon.
After Rayne’s hug, which for all its loving fierceness wasn’t very weighty, Aria was totally unprepared for Tyri’s crushing embrace. And, both being very happy stars with nothing holding them down, they shot up into the air.
Tyri promptly let Aria go. She was slightly rumpled, but darted around the sky as if she didn’t know it, singing a song of joy that had blossomed on the spot.
"Let’s fly there!" she cried, to all the stars in general, who had joined her. "Right now!"
Raphael was the first to try to quench this idea. "It’s much farther than it looks, Aria."
She shot him an annoyed glance. "But it’s my home, and I want to get there as soon as possible!"
"The ship may actually be faster than we are, or at least faster than we would be for the last lap," said Aero, who had been quietly observing the fleet below them.
Aria made a face. "Well, when we’re closer, can we?" she asked, slowly sinking back through the air.
Raphael shrugged. "Maybe."
Aria wasn’t fond of maybes. They left too much potential for "no". But she had come to realize that they left equal potential for "yes", so she just nodded.

The stars never did get that hoped-for race to Llorleya. Raphael had been right; it was farther than it looked. Day dragged into night, and still the coast seemed just as far away. Aria fell asleep on deck, leaning against the edge of the bow. Once she almost fell overboard, but was jerked into half-consciousness just in time, whereupon she backed away from the edge and stared out after Llorleya until she dropped off again.
She awoke again, later in the night, to an elf horn blowing. More joined it. They had arrived. Aria was immediately wide awake.
First came joy, then a kind of alarm. She ran to the elf blowing the horn and put her hand over its mouth. The elf, startled drew back.
"I’m sorry," she said softly. "But you must stop the blowing the horn. We’re in enemy territory now."
The elf, understanding, put down his horn. But the other horns on the other ships were still blowing, until apparently they were also informed of the danger.
We might as well have sailed straight up to the castle and knocked on the door, thought Aria. But the damage had been done. Her only comfort was in the thought that they were too far down the coast from the castle for Torlith himself to get immediate news. This meant that they still had a bit of a head start to make a camp and prepare for war.
Torlith would have found us out eventually anyway, Aria thought. We couldn’t have kept ourselves completely secret right up until we were ready to attack.
Still, she wasn’t thrilled that the coming had been announced so clearly and unmistakably.
Rayne was beside her, too- but her friend’s face mirrored none of the graveness of Aria’s. Rayne was radiant- not quite star-radiant, but brightened and lovely. Aria realized that Rayne hadn’t been in Llorleya for five- almost six- years. So perhaps it wasn’t surprising that when the ship drew near enough for the passengers to be let out, Rayne was the first one on the shore.
She tumbled down onto the beach. Falling on her knees, arms outstretched, and face lifted to the night sky, she burst into a hymn.
"From the deepest-delved roots to the lights of the sky
Greater and lesser, to You they cry
And You will not fail us, for You are our supply
So we lift up our lives; on You we rely.

To You we call now with voices upraised
We dance and we sing; You are worthy of praise
You give us our blessings; You take them away
And our faith, rightly founded, You will never betray."
As she sang, elves and stars filed onto the beach. Aria stood next to her kneeling friend and sang along with her.
When the song ended, Rayne fell back and began waving her arms and legs in the sand. She laughed, almost hysterically.
Aria assisted her to her feet. "What are you doing?" she cried, and brushing the sand off Rayne’s back.
Something in Rayne’s eyes told that she was far away, reliving a memory. "It’s a sand-fairy," she said.
Aria saw that, indeed, the shape on the ground resembled something of a fairy. A sandy, slightly smudged, somewhat awkward fairy. The princess wondered if maybe Rayne had finally cracked. Then she looked at the wanderer, and saw it wasn’t so.
Rayne was gulping down air, trying to breathe again, and she was crying. "For so long I’ve wandered," whispered Rayne. "And now- I’m home. And as soon as the war is over, I will not wander again."
Rayne may have been slightly hysterical, but not because she was touched in the head. She was glad- but it was an emotion that ran deeper, stronger, and truer than gladness. She was home.
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Gilligan thought that Wynd was going to lead their journey in a sort of diagonal line southeast, past the forest and towards the coast, but not straight towards it because of Torlith. Instead, Wynd circled around the forest, to a small village on the other side. Gilligan didn’t like it, and said so.
"We’re too close to Torlith’s castle," he said.
"It’s not as though he can see us," said Wynd loftily.
"But the closer we get, the more chance we have of being recognized. Word is likely to have spread this far by now, and it’s hard to keep up a disguise when there are posters of you everywhere."
"Who said anything about posters?" said Wynd. "And it’s a small village- it’s even been bypassed by the patrols of soldiers that plague the other towns in the area.
Gilligan made a face. "I still don’t like it," he said. But Wynd was strangely insistent, and though he didn’t understand it, he finally gave in.
The village, true to her word, was small. The cottages were few and far between, nestled in the rolling hills beyond the forest. The farmers’ fields were becoming ripe for the harvest, but through the expanse of gold hardly a soul was to be seen. Now they would see a child, then a hardened man, then perhaps a young maiden. But no one seemed to wonder who they were, stopped to talk to them, or even said a quick hello.
"These people seem very preoccupied," said Gilligan finally.
"They’ve got problems, just like everyone else," said Wynd. "Though I didn’t think they’d be quite this distant. But they aren’t fond of strangers."
"Then why are we here?" Gilligan asked with a sigh.
Wynd played with a strand of her black hair. "Wait and see, Sir Impatience," she said in a sing-song voice.
"You’re as bad as Aria when it comes to secrets and surprises," said Gilligan, shaking his head.
"Is that meant to be a negative thing?" asked Wynd laughingly. "I’ll give you a hint if you’re so desperate: our visit has something to d with your beloved Princess." She half-whispered the last part, despite the general lack of people to hear.
Gilligan started. "She can’t possibly be here- can she?"
"As far as I know, she is not in the village." With a teasing smile, Wynd danced off ahead, leaving Gilligan to his puzzling.
"Fairies," he muttered. "Come on, Wynd, just tell me!" he called on ahead.
Wynd stopped and waited for him. She rolled her yes. "You are not fun, Gilligan. But maybe I should tell you- for planning purposes. She gazed at him calmly. "Do you really want to help Aria? I mean, as much as you can?"
"Of course!" he exclaimed, as if she had asked whether rivers were wet.
"Enough to put seeing her again further down on your list of priorities?"
"Well, tell me what would be going in front," said Gilligan practically, though he hated the thought of an even longer separation.
"When Aria comes, she’ll have Torlith to contend with. And though I’m not sure how great his forces are…"
"Pretty large," said Gilligan.
"… Thank you. Anyway, it’s not a paltry amount. She’ll need all the help she can get, as soon as possible."
"This you’ve said before.
"So I thought," said Wynd, beginning to flounder in her sea of idea, "that we… could possibly… raise a peasant army of sorts for her."
Gilligan’s eyes lit up. "That’s brilliant, Wynd! We could…" he began rattling off ideas. (Being an ex-knight, he was already thinking out strategies.
What Wynd didn’t tell him was her reason for choosing that particular village to start.
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Comments

Erase this chapter immediately.

Your skill in writing is amazing. You've kept me glued to this story and constantly dying to read the next chapter each time. Now you're being cruel. Unless you immediately raise Giligan from the dead, I'm going to pretend you never wrote this...
(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!)

James | Sun, 11/16/2008

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"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

!!!!!!!!!!

You'd better stay away for quite awhile! *pulls out camo clothesand sniper rifle*
How could you do that to Gilligan?
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"You're pirates! Hang the code, and hang the rules! They're more like guidelines anyway"
-Elizabeth Swan//Pirates of the Caribbean//Curse of the Black Pearl

Sarah | Sun, 11/16/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

Blogging away!
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I knew it!!

And you know how I knew it? Because I would have done exactly the same thing! There was no way it could have worked out, really. It's still sad though. Poor Wynd, she's going to end up blaming herself.

Tamerah | Sun, 11/16/2008

HOW COULD YOU?! You are

HOW COULD YOU?! You are heartless, you know that? CRUEL, CRUEL!!!
Although I'm not as hard on you as I could be, considering I do something...well...similar in a sort of way in my book.
BUT STILL THIS WAS IMMENSELY PAINFUL.
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"Ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?...Morons."
-Vizzini

Clare Marie | Sun, 11/16/2008

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"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

In all, you did a good job.

In all, you did a good job. You went where most writers are afraid to go, and killed someone dear to your readers' hearts. That's the critic in me speaking.
The reader in me cries, how in the world could you do that to poor Aria, and poor Wynd?! How in the world could you kill Gill after everything he went through?
And the writer in me says, wow, you dared to do it! How? Because I have an immense emotional attachment to my characters and, I kid you not, I've cried while writing scenes where my characters die.
But, however, all of this isn't going to keep me from wanting to finish out the story. SOL still holds my interest! :0)
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But he didn't live happily ever after because he was a fairy-tale non-conformist
~Duncan MR

Heather | Sun, 11/16/2008

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And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"

Heather: Yeah, I sit there

Heather: Yeah, I sit there sobbing when I kill my characters, too. I cried so hard when Eunan died...
But now I like Fagan better than Eunan, and even though you don't know who he is, he's not gonna die.

And I warned you all earlier that Anna just might have it in her to kill Gilligan... I warned you!

Kyleigh | Mon, 11/17/2008

No

Remind me never to fall in love with a star...

Ezra | Mon, 11/17/2008

"There are no great men of God. There are only pitiful, sorry men whose God is great beyond measure." - Paul Washer [originally Jonathan Edwards]

^Never ever, ever.^ >

^Never ever, ever.^
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"You're pirates! Hang the code, and hang the rules! They're more like guidelines anyway"
-Elizabeth Swan//Pirates of the Caribbean//Curse of the Black Pearl

Sarah | Mon, 11/17/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

Blogging away!
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! How could you do that to the poor boy! And to your poor readers, after all we've gone through hearing about these people's troubles. Now you had to go and make it worse. I still love it though. When is the movie coming out!!!!:):):):):)
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I'm not a dwarf! I'm a girl. And actually, I'm tallest in my class. -- Lucy Pevency

Ariel | Mon, 11/17/2008

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"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it." -- Herman Melville

Ana, let me explain why this is so bad.

Look. Many great people end up dying in Novels. There is often something terribly tragic that happens. In the story I'm working on, some people very dear to the Hero end up dying in front of his very eyes. Whoever reads it will experience heartache. However, what you did to Giligan goes far beyond tragedy. You planted the hint at the beginning of the story that Giligan and Aria would fall in love and get married. But when Aria found out that there had been a slaughter at the castle, that hint was uprooted and crushed. Giligan faded into the background and we began to forget him, assuming he was dead.
But then, when Giligan had survived afterall, hope came back soaring. Somehow, the love between Aria and him was meant to be fulfilled.
But then, Torlith caught on, and Giligan was scentenced to be hung while Aria was carried across the sea. Suspence had reached a climax. We all impatiently waited while Aria got to know the elves, with only one question burning in our minds: Did Giligan Survive?
Yes, he did! Divine providence intervened, and Wynd bore Giligan away. Yes! VICTORY! Soon, he and Aria would be united. It was no longer a hope, it was destiny. We were all eagerly awaiting their reunion, joyously confident of its fulfillment.
But then, Ana, you wrote a very short chapter with only one objective: to go out of your way to kill Giligan. That's beyond tragedy. That's beyond cruelty. That's just... just... there are no words in any language to describe it! (Well, possibly some dialect of Mordor would work.) If you wanted Giligan dead, you should have let Torlith hang him in the first place, instead of letting Wynd rescue him and feeding our hopes like that.
Tamerah, I totally disagree with your statement, "There was no way it could have worked out, really." Everything from Chapters One to Twenty-One was screaming, "IT WILL WORK OUT! IT WAS MEANT TO BE!" It wasn't a matter of if, it was a matter of when.
All that to say, there's a such thing as tragedy when a character the audience loves dies. This is far worse. Cruel is too mild a term for it.

James | Mon, 11/17/2008

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"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

But Heather, should there be

But Heather, should there be a difference between the critic and the reader? Random character assassination isn't necessarily good; we all invested emotional energy into Gilligan only to have him killed by a random soldier. I could understand if Gilligan died defending Aria because that would be good tragedy. But having a main character die without cause or foreshadowing makes his existence in the story hard to understand.

Anna, of course I'm no expert, but I think that this will detach readers from your story on an emotional level, because we will now be afraid that any one character we like might just up and die.

But of course, I’m really just venting because you killed Gilligan… ;) (Where’s my lantern and pitchfork?)

Ezra | Mon, 11/17/2008

"There are no great men of God. There are only pitiful, sorry men whose God is great beyond measure." - Paul Washer [originally Jonathan Edwards]

Hmm

James: What I mean by it not working out is the whole her being a star thing. If she goes to the star kingdom to be the queen how is she supposed to take Gilligan along with her? I don't know, I suppose there is a way it could have worked out, but I had a hard time seeing how.

I have to admit though, bringing him back so many times only to kill him in the end was kind of mean, to put it mildly.

Tamerah | Mon, 11/17/2008

I see

Good point, Tamerah. I wasn't thinking about that at the time I disagreed with you. That is a significant complication. Still though, Aria's mother was a star, and trading her race with her daughter Aria was a separate event from her marriage to Aria's father, so the complication would have only been that whenever Aria was up in the sky, Giligan couldn't be with her. It's overcomeable; they could still get married. But yes, it's still a bit of a problem.
And, like Ezra said, if Giligan has to die anyway, it would make more sense for him to be reunited with Aria first, and then die defending her or something.

James | Tue, 11/18/2008

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"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

Hear, hear to your point

Hear, hear to your point James!
Anna--You could have at least made it like a scene out of "West Side Story" or something. Especially with Gill getting shot in the BACK! Aria really should have been there.
Wait! I just had a wonderful idea! Maybe Aria is only dreaming this! But then why put in from the point of view of that AWFUL soldier? I guess that idea can be buried among the trees beside Gill's poor lifeless body.
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NOOOOOOOOOO! That's impossible!--Luke Skywalker

Ariel | Tue, 11/18/2008

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"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it." -- Herman Melville

Better yet

Better yet, let this whole chapter be buried among the trees beside Gill's poor lifeless body. It fits on the end of this story about as well as an iron cast on the stump of an amputated limb.
I hope you don't take too much offence at my rhetoric, Anna. I don't intend at all to assinate you -- you can come back anytime. Understand though that this chapter is subject to the harshest of criticisms. I don't advise revising it -- you just need to throw it away and start again.

James | Tue, 11/18/2008

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"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

The Great SOL Prank

So once upon a time, Kyleigh emailed me.
"You could so get the people on AP," she said. "Post a fake chapter where Gilligan dies," she said.
After realizing she was serious, I toyed with the idea. My mom said I shouldn’t abuse you. Kyleigh suggested I get Ben’s approval.
Ben thought it was a funny idea. Approved!
I wrote it (with Ky’s help). Posted it.
Most of you hated me. Now I bet you’re torn between hugging and strangling me.
That would be why it doesn't fit. It's not real.
To sum up:
Yes, it was a hoax. We hoodwinked you, Ky and I. (And it worked very well.)
Yes, Gilligan is alive still. I didn’t really have it in me to kill him. The writer in me isn’t that strong yet (I wish it were). I actually cried after reading the finished product, and I knew it was fake. So you see, I’m immensely attached to Gilligan. But the things I make him undergo…
No, this does not help at all with the Aria-is-a-star-but-they’re-in-love thing. It could still end tragically. But there is hope, especially if James isn’t so mad at me that he takes back his offer of a free epic poem in honor of a happy ending.
So this, edited, is the real Chapter 22. No tricks. Gilligan is very much breathing, something I myself am pretty happy about.
Forgive me. I didn’t like it when y’all hated me. You were breaking my heart. I admit it was kind of a sick, cruel joke. But it was loads of fun, and the villain in me is now satisfied. :)
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"Weddings? I love weddings! Drinks all around!" -Jack Sparrow

Anna | Tue, 11/18/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Well, I read the whole

Well, I read the whole Gill-died-and-this-is-the-end-of-it-all chapter. I have to say, very well done Anna! I am now certain that you're killing Loth. I can just picture her being killed in a battlefield, while defending a comrade, dying a heroic death. Doesn't that just fit Loth!? Of course, maybe it is because she strangely reminds me of a character in a story that I have, a character that also dies. That might be what I'm seeing. I believe that you changed this chapter or there is something wrong with my computer, but either way the're both great!
P.S. Loth is my favorite character next to Aria, and I do believe that at the end, Gill and Aria will unite.
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One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie
-Lord Of The Rings

marie (not verified) | Tue, 11/18/2008

You are forgiven.

I am very glad to hear it was a joke. I don't care how cruel it was; it was fake, and that's all that matters. I have to admit, in retrospect, it was pretty funny. I'll keep working on that epic poem.
And if a weak writer would let Giligan live while a strong one would kill him, then may the world be full of weak writers, and may the strong ones never learn how to write.
Thank you Anna, for not actually killing Giligan. My interest and emotional investment in this story are now stronger than ever.

James | Tue, 11/18/2008

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"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

Okey, I totally got it now.

Okey, I totally got it now. Somehow I didn't see your comment Anna. It was rather funny, actually very funny.
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One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie
-Lord Of The Rings

marie (not verified) | Tue, 11/18/2008

Kyleigh, you are brilliant!!

Kyleigh, you are brilliant!! You and Anna deserve the "Best Prank of the Year" award.
And of course the "Most Evil Prank of the Year" award too. :D

Needless to say, relief is very, very sweet.
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"Ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?...Morons."
-Vizzini

Clare Marie | Tue, 11/18/2008

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"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

:0D

Anna, you are without a doubt...the most aggravating, villainous, annoying, evil, crazy author on this site! :0) (But you're also extremely enjoyable). Thank you! I liked this chapter much better. You and Kyleigh both deserve...I don't know what! But it was a very good prank. Well done! And no hard feelings.
"You've been hoodwinked, baby!" Boingo, from the movie HOODWINKED. And yes, we were. :0)
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But he didn't live happily ever after because he was a fairy-tale non-conformist
~Duncan MR

Heather | Tue, 11/18/2008

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And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"

Oh, I am so HAPPY! I just

Oh, I am so HAPPY! I just saw your comment, Anna, and I must tell you the first thing I did has yell "What!" at the computer and then let out a very BIG sign of happiness:):) My dad looked me like "What are you doing?"

Now that I just said I am happy, I just realized that I am really, REALLY MAD too!!!!! How could you do that to us? You are such an amazing writer that you can make us believe anything. **gets tears in her eyes and assumes a VERY innocent expression** Please don't do it again.

PS You are one smart "cookie" :):):):)I could never ever have thought of something so clever!

Ariel | Tue, 11/18/2008

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"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it." -- Herman Melville

Well, that was evil.

Also something I would have done, if I had the guts that is =)
So I guess I didn't quite 'know it' like I said before, but I'm glad I was wrong, because I am awfully fond of Gill =)

Tamerah | Tue, 11/18/2008

Haha...

I have been laughing sooo hard reading your responses... Anna and I got y'all good... :P

Kyleigh | Wed, 11/19/2008

I know, right? Kyleigh is

I know, right? Kyleigh is very verrrry smart. I like surrounding myself with smart people. It reduces death risk, rather than making me feel inferior. :)
So, I'm the most evil author on the site, Heather? Thank you. That's good to know. (Though Ky thought of the idea.)
I love Hoodwinked. It's so clever in it's dorkiness. :)
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"Weddings? I love weddings! Drinks all around!" -Jack Sparrow

Anna | Wed, 11/19/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

You are so MEAN! How could

You are so MEAN! How could have done that to us?!
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"You're pirates! Hang the code, and hang the rules! They're more like guidelines anyway"
-Elizabeth Swan//Pirates of the Caribbean//Curse of the Black Pearl

Sarah | Wed, 11/19/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

Blogging away!
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Unfortunately for you...

Unfortunately for you... quite easily. Although I made Kyleigh write the end for me- it was too sad.
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"Weddings? I love weddings! Drinks all around!" -Jack Sparrow

Anna | Thu, 11/20/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

you are the cruekest author

you are the cruekest author on the site! If you're going to kill a carachter, do it! Don't torment us by almost doing it and then doing it, then taking it back!

Ok I'm done venting. :)
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"You're pirates! Hang the code, and hang the rules! They're more like guidelines anyway"
-Elizabeth Swan//Pirates of the Caribbean//Curse of the Black Pearl

Sarah | Thu, 11/20/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

Blogging away!
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It's kind of too late. Have

It's kind of too late.

Have I told you I love your profile picture?
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"The world will likely end tomorrow - unless postponed for rain." -Tamerah (on her blog)

Anna | Thu, 11/20/2008

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

No you haven't; thanks

No you haven't; thanks though. :) I photoshopped a reg. picture of me and got this.
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"You're pirates! Hang the code, and hang the rules! They're more like guidelines anyway"
-Elizabeth Swan//Pirates of the Caribbean//Curse of the Black Pearl

Sarah | Thu, 11/20/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca

Blogging away!
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