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Post by Chelsea (Tink) on Sept 20, 2008 17:46:10 GMT -5
Yay! Well, be sure to tell her that I said to have a very happy birthday! And I think I speak for everyone when I say we all are looking forward to next season. And now on with my story...
Oh, remember, this is a very rough draft.
“We have to take your car tomorrow,” Michael Knight was saying to his sister, Emma as they settled into his car. “I have to take mine to the shop after school. Something’s up with the exhaust.” Emma smirked. “You could always let Dad fix it.” Michael rolled his eyes. “Yeah,” he snorted. “Then I’ll need a completely new car.” Emma nodded. She usually didn’t take her green Cavalier anywhere. It still needed some work done, but for emergencies, they used it to take small trips. Like to the grocery store or just to school. Her parents had bought her car from the neighbors. They had planned to just give it to the junkyard, but Mr. Knight found cars very fascinating, and loved working on them. Sometimes, when he would talk about them, Emma felt as if it was the first time he had actually seen one. Usually, however, when he did work on them, he would make the problem worse, and end up injuring himself in some way. “Top o’ the morning to ya!” called Emma’s best friend, Ariadne Evans with a laugh, as Emma and Michael climbed out of the car in the high school parking lot. They parked next to Ariadne’s blue, Chevrolet S-10. “Mickey!!” Ariadne teased with a grin. Michael hated the name, and Ariadne knew it. It’s why she called him that. He growled a “shut up” at her before stalking off to the school. “He’s going to end up exploding at you one of these days,” Emma said as Ariadne got out of her truck. “Yeah, I know,” said Ariadne, “It’ll be funny as hell too. Hey do we have that test in history today, or is it tomorrow?” Emma locked Michael’s car, and shut her door. “Today. Did you study?” “Pssh,” Ariadne scoffed, “I don’t study foo’. That’s for nerds.” Emma raised her eyebrow, trying not to laugh at her sarcastic best friend. “All right, all right,” said Ariadne as she and Emma crossed the parking lot, “I made flashcards last night and re-read the chapter. Jeez! Stop hounding me! I can’t take it! Beam me up, Scotty!” Emma let out a laugh. Ariadne was very weird, random and outspoken; but what Emma admired most in her was her confidence. It took a strong person to randomly blurt out funny quotes from movies, or laugh at yourself in an embarrassing situation and not care what people were thinking about you. Ariadne let taunts and hurtful words bounce off of her and not think twice about the people giving them. Emma wished she could be more like that. She was getting better though. Her freshman year in high school, she was very quiet, and not very confident, but now, in her senior year, the words didn’t hurt as much as they used to. Ariadne had helped with that, and so have her parents. Emma was grateful to have Ariadne as a best friend since they were born. Ariadne had gotten her to come out of her shell, and had taught her to have as much fun as possible. Emma’s favorite memory was in third grade when she had received her first pair of glasses. A few of the boys were calling her names such as ‘four eye’ and ‘bug’. Ariadne, having heard the taunting, stormed over and punched one of the boys in the nose. Those boys never bothered Emma again. After stopping at their locker, Ariadne and Emma entered their first period: Early Medieval History. It was one of the electives Madison High School offered. The two friends took seats next to a tall, thin, black-haired girl. “Hey Rachel,” said Ariadne, plopping her plain brown leather purse on her desk that her mother had made for her. Rachel Carlson lifted her head from the desk and smiled as the teacher, Mr. Jones walked into the classroom, carrying a black briefcase and a mug of coffee. “Put that away Miss Evans,” He grumbled as he passed Ariadne’s desk. Ariadne scowled at him. She finished spraying her before stuffing the tiny bottle of hairspray back into her purse. She was very picky about her hair. She claimed it never did what she wanted. When it was straight, it tangled in a matter of seconds, and when she left it in her natural curly state, it tended to frizz. It was the only part about her appearance that she made a fuss about. She rarely wore any make-up, and didn’t really have the need too. She kept her skin clear by washing her face with acne wash every morning and night, as did Emma. Ariadne was in fair shape, and kept it that way by running track with Emma, playing softball in the spring, and playing on the girl’s field hockey team. Not to mention the sparring training she had with her father three times a week. Ariadne never understood why her father pushed her so hard with her lessons. Whenever she asked, he would just tell her that she would need it later on in life. It was the same answer that Emma’s father gave her when she asked him about her archery lessons. They had both come to the conclusion that their fathers were just strange
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Post by Sir Michael of Mentor on Sept 22, 2008 17:56:28 GMT -5
Greetings Lady Isolde, I just wanted to tell you another great chapter. I will be reading this to the Princess during my Wednesday nite phone call with her. She will be soooooooo happy!! You have a gift for story writting. It's even more fun, when you share in a character's name. You touch on little things that really makes the story personal to Emma. You really do make the Princess so Happy! Keep the chapters comming.... Good Night my Lady, bowing.... Sir Michael of Mentor Knight Commander and Escort to Princess Emma of Fatetteville
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Post by Chelsea (Tink) on Sept 22, 2008 20:35:06 GMT -5
Thank you^.^ Just wait and see what I have for Emma Knight in later chapters and books. I am positive your Emma would love it
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Post by Sir Michael of Mentor on Oct 24, 2008 18:07:10 GMT -5
Hi Lady Isolde,
Any new chapters for Power of Three yet?
Sir Michael
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Post by Chelsea (Tink) on Oct 25, 2008 15:52:06 GMT -5
“There will be absolutely no talking during the test,” Mr. Jones said after the bell had rung and he began passing out tests. “When you’re finished,” he continued. “It goes in the red tray on my desk marked first period as usual. You are then to read chapter twelve in your books. It starts on page 535. If you’re dyslexic, that’s page 535. You may begin.”
Both Emma and Ariadne breezed through the test with little difficulty. Both of them were in the running for Valedictorians at the end of the year. Sitting back down in her seat after putting the test in the red tray, Ariadne saw a folded piece of paper lying on her desk. She attempted to unfold it as quietly as possible and read:
How about this Saturday night? 8pm? There’s an old movie playing at Reynold Theatre at the park. -Jessie
Ariadne’s eyes widened. Jessie? Jessie Harding was asking her on a date? The star running back on the football team? He’s one of the most popular guys in school, why would he take interest in a non-popular, non-cheerleader, girl like herself? Ariadne looked up across the room where Jessie was sitting, giving him a glare that said ‘I will hurt you badly if this is a joke’. She caught his eye as he looked up from his test, and he gave her small, shy smile. Her glare disappeared.
‘Me?’ she mouthed, pointing to herself.
Jessie nodded. She studied his face for a moment, looking for any sign of snickering. She then looked around at his friends in the class. They weren’t paying any attention to anything but their tests. When she caught Jessie’s eye again, she shook her head and mouthed ‘I can’t, sorry.’
Suddenly, Emma snatched the note out of Ariadne’s grip when Mr. Jones wasn’t looking. Her jaw dropped as she scanned it.
“Are you going?” Rachel, who had been reading the note over Emma’s shoulder, asked in a barely audible voice. When Ariadne shook her head, Rachel‘s jaw dropped.
“Mr. Harrison!” Mr. Jones barked causing Emma, Rachel and Ariadne to jump in worry, then sigh in relief that he wasn’t talking to any of them. Adam Harrison, a very tall, skinny boy with a mop of blond hair, jumped, and looked at the teacher wide eyed. He was the class clown, and loved to annoy the teachers. Mr. Jones in particular.
“Since you love to talk so much,” Mr. Jones growled, glaring at Adam, “Why don’t you tell me which King of England was nicknamed the Lionheart?”
“Rhombus!” came Adam’s usual answer to every question he was thrown. Laughter filled the room as Mr. Jones leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.
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Post by Sir Michael of Mentor on Oct 25, 2008 16:11:59 GMT -5
Ahhh Lady Isolde, Thank Thee, for another fine chapter. Your talent is great. Keep the chapters comming. Have a great day, and I will be reading this to Princess Emma tonight as well. Thanks so much. Sir Michael
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Post by Sir Michael of Mentor on Nov 8, 2008 15:00:35 GMT -5
Lady Isolde, just wanted to pass on to you, that I sent the Power of Three chapters to Princess Emma's 3rd grade class last week. Her Teacher reads them a story each day. Princess Emma told me the entire class loved it and want to hear more. Thank Thee!!!!! As soon as you publish more, I will send it to them. Sir Michael
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Post by Lady Isolde on Nov 9, 2008 16:36:07 GMT -5
Are you serious? Wow. That's awesome. ^.^ I'll post some more later tonight.
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Post by Sir Michael of Mentor on Nov 10, 2008 18:40:05 GMT -5
will be waiting for it to send to Princess Emma Sir Michael
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Post by Chelsea (Tink) on Nov 20, 2008 19:39:10 GMT -5
“I still cannot believe you turned down Jessie Harding!” Rachel said as she sat down at Emma and Ariadne’s usual table in the cafeteria for lunch. “I mean, he’s gorgeous.”
“He’s a jerk,” Ariadne said swirling around her mac and cheese with a spork. “all he cares about is football and getting laid. I’d just be another piece of ass to him.”
Just then, Emma plopped down onto the chair next to Ariadne with an angry look.
“What’s up with you?” Ariadne asked.
Emma shoved a piece of music in her face. “The new downfield Mrs. Moore is thinking of doing.”
Ariadne’s eyes widened.
“What?” she said. “We already did this song! Soak Up the Sun? Again? Why? I hate this song! That was a freaking majorette number. ”
“I know,” said Emma. “Maybe we can get our fellow band officers together for a meeting to talk her out of doing it.”
“What’s so wrong with James Bond as a downfield? I love that song,” asked Rachel. Ariadne and Emma shrugged.
“Oh!” Ariadne exclaimed. “Did she say if the drum battle is still on for the game?” Emma nodded.
“Yes!” said Ariadne. She had been so excited to learn that the Madison High Drumline would be battling against their rival band, Lakeside. Ariadne, who played snare drum, had been practicing all weekend with the rest of the drummers.
“Ariadne?” called their band director as Ariadne passed her office on her way into the band room after lunch.
“Yes, Mrs. Moore?” she said, stepping into the tiny, cluttered office. “ "Would you mind helping Sarah Finn learn her music?” asked the dark reddish brown haired director. “She’s new.”
“Yeah,” said Ariadne adjusting her drum harness. “What does she play?”
“Clarinet,” Mrs. Moore answered standing up from behind her desk.
“It’s no problem,” said Ariadne, who plays clarinet for concert season. “Where is she?”
“In the uniform room trying on uniforms,” Mrs. Moore replied as her assistant, Mr. Rezabek entered the office to copy music. “Just introduce yourself for now. She has seventh period study hall down here with you.”
Ariadne nodded and turned left out of the office to go into the band uniform room. A small girl was pulling on an orange, black and mostly white band jacket, with some help from the Uniform Mom’s.
“Are you Sarah?” Ariadne asked.
The girl nodded.
“I’m Ariadne Evans, I’m your tutor seventh period. And don’t worry. I do play the clarinet, but just for concert season though. So I do know what I’m doing.” She smiled at Sarah, who smiled back.
“Emma!” a boy called from the drum section in the very back of the large band room. Emma pulled her flute from her lips, and looked up the rising band room.
“Yes, Kevin?” she asked the black haired boy twirling bass drum sticks.
“Where’s D?” he asked.
Emma shrugged. “Probably in the drum room.”
Kevin began beating his Bass drum as his friend James began playing a cadence on his Quads. Just then Ariadne entered the drum section and began playing her part of the cadence, but was interrupted by a very loud, shrill whistle. Band members hurried into the room and found their seats as Mrs. Moore stepped up onto the podium with a silver whistle in her mouth.
“Fight Song!” She pointed to the drumline section leader, Derek who called the Roll Off.
While the band was playing, Ariadne snuck behind the rest of the drummers to take her place next to Derek. He smiled and mouthed a “don’t worry about it” at her when she messed up a part of the fight song. It was only her first year being on the drumline.
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Post by Sir Michael of Mentor on Nov 22, 2008 16:03:41 GMT -5
Lady Isolde....Thanks for another great chapter. I have sent the above one to Princess Emma's teacher for reading time this week. Thanks, Sir Michael P.S. Princess Emma sends you a Happy Thanksgiving too..
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Post by Sir Michael of Mentor on Dec 13, 2008 20:44:16 GMT -5
The Princess was nestled in for a long winter's nap, while visions of "The Power of Three" danced in her head. she wondered if there might be another chapter to read before Christmas, from the best story writer she knew in all the lands...Lady Isolde! Merry Christmas she whispered to Lady Isolde and then she fell asleep. Sir Michael
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Post by Chelsea (Tink) on Dec 13, 2008 21:12:42 GMT -5
Here is where the story starts to get really interesting. ^.^ And a Merry Christmas to Emma as well, and you Sir Michael.
Later that day, Emma was sitting behind the counter of KNIGHTS with Ariadne. The store was small, with blue carpeting and light blue walls. It was cluttered, but would soon clear out. Halloween was just a few weeks away, and people would be rushing in to buy clothing and accessories for costumes. Rachel Carleson was currently looking at a sword display in awe. Having just moved to Madison a month before, this was her first time in KNIGHTS.
“Can I hold one?” Rachel asked, fingering a sword with a golden hilt.
“Go right ahead,” Emma said, not looking up from her English homework. “Just don’t drop it. My dad might freak.”
Rachel unsheathed the sword she had been fingering. “This is so cool!” she squealed. “My grandma would die! She loves this kind of stuff.”
The tiny tinkling of the front door’s bell sounded as a man stepped inside. He was older, about mid-50’s with shoulder length gray hair that was pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck. He wore a crisp gray suit and held a wooden cane. He didn’t use the cane as he crossed the store to the counter. He just carried it.
“Good afternoon,” said the man with a British accent, “is Jonathon Knight in?”
“Yes, I’m right-,” Mr. Knight had just walked out of the back room, but stopped short when he saw the man in front of the counter.
“Ah,” said the man with a small smile, “Jonathon. It’s been a long time.”
Mr. Knight set down the polishing rag he was holding on the counter behind the cash register and cleared his throat.
“Mr. Nilrem,” he said. “Thirteen years it’s been.”
“Might we have a chat, Jonathon?” said Mr. Nilrem pleasantly
“Yes-yes, of course,” Mr. Knight mumbled, his hazel eyes not meeting Mr. Nilrem’s gray ones. “This way.”
Mr. Nilrem followed Mr. Knight into the back room where the packed and wrapped merchandise was held, and shut the door behind them. Emma stared at the closed door. She was worried. She had never seen her father nervous like that before.
“What kind of name is Nilrem?” said Ariadne, interrupting Emma’s thought. “Is it like German or something?”
“Is what German?” Mrs. Knight had just entered the store carrying a brown paper grocery bag.
“This weird name,” Ariadne said as she helped her second mother take items that were wrapped with bubble wrap out of the bag, “He’s in the back with Uncle John.” Because Mrs. Knight and Mrs. Evans were so close, they had told their children to call the other parents Aunt and Uncle. Mrs. Knight and Mrs. Evans considered the other family. They had known each other since they were babies.
“What guy?” asked Mrs. Knight, unwrapping a glass goblet.
“His name’s Nilrem,” said Ariadne with a shrug.
Mrs. Knight gasped and dropped the glass goblet, causing it to shatter as it hit the ground. Fear clouded her warm brown eyes.
“The time has come,” she whispered in a shaky voice.
Emma hurried around the counter, and placed her hands on her mother’s shoulders. “Mom?”
“Clean up the glass please,” Mrs. Knight said in a daze. “There’s a hand vacuum under the counter. I have to talk with your father.” She placed a hand on Emma’s cheek before entering the back room.
“The time has come?” Ariadne repeated, confused. “What in the world does that mean?”
“Are your parents okay Emma??” Rachel asked slowly, sliding the sword back into its sheath.
“I have no idea,” said Emma, answering both questions.
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Post by Chelsea (Tink) on Dec 13, 2008 21:16:01 GMT -5
Ariadne sighed as she kneeled next to her snare drum in the drum room. It was half an hour before the game and the band was already lined up in the U of the high school. (It was a part of the high school shaped like the letter U where some teachers park, and also entrances to the band area, the hall in front of the cafeteria and a small entrance to the school).
“Need help?” came a voice she recognized. A boy with curly brown hair, wearing the marching uniform, squatted next to her and turned her harness towards him. He began fiddling with it.
“Thanks Derek,” Ariadne mumbled. She watched her section leader fix her harness, put the snare back on and hand it to her. “Thank you so much. I’m still getting used to the drums.” This was only her first year on the drumline after all.
“No problem,” Derek flashed her a smile before exiting the musty drum room. Ariadne stood, zipped up her band jacket, fixed her hat, and slipped on her harness. She took out a pair of sticks and followed some of the late band members out into the U. She took her place in the middle of the band with the rest of the drumline. A whistle caused the band to an at ease position. They were completely silent for a moment waiting for the one long and two short tweets from Mrs. Moore’s shrill whistle. When it came, the band boomed “1 2!” and came to attention as the drums banged two short staccato notes.
“Here we go,” Derek mumbled, who stood next to Ariadne in their squad. Ariadne chuckled. She knew how much Derek loved the football games. He called off the walking cadence and the band began to march around the parking lot, into the football field and toward the very big aluminum band shell that had been built only two years prior replacing the very old wooden seating. The crowd erupted in cheers as the band marched in.
“I never really liked pre game,” Rachel mumbled as she took a seat next to Emma. She took a sip from her water bottle and took off her band hat. They had just finished marching pre game and the football game began.
“Really?” said Emma. “Why?”
“Because I hate football, and I‘m always afraid the teams going to trample me when they come running out.” came Rachel’s reply.
Emma opened her book bag and took out her English notebook. She had an essay due next week and she was determined to get the rough draft completed by the end of the game. She spotted her best friend leaning back on the railing at the bottom of the shell talking to Derek Jennings, the drumline’s section leader. Emma smiled. Derek had a crush on Ariadne, and had yet to act upon it. Ariadne spotted Emma looking her way and waved. Emma returned the gesture before turning her gaze toward her notebook. But then, something caught her eye behind the bandstands set up across the field for the visiting band. Standing in the dark parking lot that was meant for the students during the day, was the shape of a man wearing what looked to be a pointed hat and carrying a walking staff the same height as him. What had caught Emma’s eye was that she had sworn that the top of the staff had been glowing an eerie white light. Suddenly, the image of the man was gone. Emma gasped and blinked. He was really gone. Strange…
“Emma?” Rachel snapped her fingers in front of her face.
Emma came back to reality. “What?”
“You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.”
Emma shook her head. “I’m fine. Just spacing.”
Rachel nodded and picked up her trumpet. The Madison football team had just scored a touchdown.
“So any plans tonight?” Ariadne asked Emma and Rachel as they walked outside into the U.
“Sleeping,” Emma answered.
“Hey D!” Ariadne turned around to see Derek hurrying towards her.
“Hey,” she said to him.
Emma pulled Rachel away by the arm, reading the look on Derek’s face. Emma winked at him before leaving the scene.
“Um.” He cleared his throat. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Oh, hold on, let me check my schedule” she pulled her blue cell phone out of her pocket it, opened it quickly and then shut it just as fast. “nothing.”
Derek let out a nervous chuckle. “Well,” He ran a hand through his wavy brown hair, “um, It’s a Wonderful Life, is playing at Reynold Park, would you um, want to see it with me?”
Ariadne smiled. “Sure. That’ll be great. I haven’t seen that in forever.”
Derek grinned. “Cool. I’ll uh, pick you up at eight?”
Ariadne nodded.
“All right, well, uh, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you.”
Derek was still grinning as he walked away. Ariadne smiled again and bit her lip. She looked around for Emma, but was tapped on the shoulder.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Ariadne said when she turned around. She high-fived Shawn Young, the trombone section leader. She giggled at his Blue’s Brothers sunglasses and black pin-striped fedora.
“Hola, chica,” Shawn said. “What is uh, up with you cool cat tonight?” He draped an arm around her shoulder and gave a nod to a group of Freshman walking out to the parking lot.
“Oh, nothing much, my man,” Ariadne played along, putting her arm around his waist. “Just taking it easy.”
Shawn laughed. “Hey, I’ll see you on Monday. I gotta call my woman; hopefully she’s back at the school by now.” Shawn’s girlfriend, Anna, was in the Lakeside band, also playing Trombone.
“See you,” Ariadne said as Shawn walked away to his car. Ariadne looked around for Emma once more, but couldn’t find her. Oh well. She would see her tomorrow. Ariadne pulled her keys from her purse and crossed the parking lot to her small blue truck. She unlocked and opened the door, then climbed in. Just as she was about to turn her lights on, she noticed something out the passenger window, which was facing the houses opposite the parking lot. Standing in one of the front yards was a man wearing what looked like some type of wizard costume. He was holding a walking stick the same height as himself. Ariadne could have sworn that the staff had given off a white light, and just as suddenly as she had noticed the man, he was gone just as quickly. Ariadne blinked her eyes a few times. He was definitely gone. Ariadne shook the thoughts from her head. She turned her keys in the ignition and started up her truck. Aerosmith’s “Livin’ on the Edge” flowed from the speakers as Ariadne put her truck in drive and drove off for home.
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Post by Sir Michael of Mentor on Dec 14, 2008 14:51:24 GMT -5
Lady Isolde, that was very good....I get the fine Princess on Saturday for a week's vacation with me. I will be sharing this part of the story her. It is the best yet. I like the new wizard and can't wait to see what develops. Before I get going may the Christmas season be the best to you and your family. I Thank-you for the joy you bring not only at the faire, but also to my Emma and her class at school. I sent them a copy of your chapters each time you publish them. They all love it so much. Sir Michael of Mentor Knight Commander and Escort to Princess Emma of Fayetteville
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