Wingfeather Saga 5th book RP
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"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
Hello! I am back, dear friends! Let us commence! đ
ARTHAM WINGFEATHER
There is something fun about letting the kids in on the secret, I chuckle, but keeping Nia in the dark. It is certainly something Esben would have done. I glance over at Arundelle. She is staring off into the distance, toward the misty Killridge Mountains, and I follow her gaze. I wonder what she is thinking about. The terrible experience she had in the Deeps of Throg? The lonely years she spent rooted outside its entrance? Her time as the Queen of the Cloven? I wish I could rid her off all those memories, just as I would like to rid myself and all these other people of their haunts. But perhaps we need them, so that we will fully know what we have and work harder than ever to keep it.
Just at that moment, however, Arundelle gives a little cry of pain, and I turn around just in time to see her collapse to the floor. “Arundelle!”
Immediately I am at her side and hoisting her up so that she leans against one of the pavilion’s pillars. I frantically check her pulse and listen to her heart, then search for the nearest Hollish child (Sylvie??): “go get a doctor, or somebody; just go get help!”
I am clutching Arundelle’s hand tightly in my talons, so much so that I am probably cutting off her circulation. But I can’t let go until I know she will be safe from harm. I just can’t loose anybody else, not yet.
Why, when I am at my happiest, does everything take a turn for the worse?
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And there we go! Sort of a sad note to stop on, though đ
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.SYLVIE BRONIN
Sylvie ran as fast as she could when the bird-man said to go get help. She didn’t know what was going on, and she didn’t care. Right now, she had to find a healer, or a guildmaster to help. ‘Where’s Guildmadam Elinia?’ Sylvie wondered as she dashed around a table. Guildmadam Elinia was the instructor of the Healery, a guild Sylvie planned to take when she was old enough, and was most likely here, as she and Olumphia were good friends. ‘Come on, come on. Where are you?’
Flashes of faces flew past. ‘Mr. Bunge, Articus Fletcher, Guildmadam Elinia… Wait! Guildmadam Elinia!’
Sylvie spun on her heel and hurried back, chasing after the short, matronly woman with brown hair.
“Guildmadam Elinia!” She called. The woman spun and smiled at the young girl.
“Why, hello Sylvie! Are you still planning to join– Goodness gracious, what’s going on?!”
Sylvie spoke between breaths. “Lady–collapsed–husband–told me–get–help.” She pointed back in the direction she had come. “That way.”
"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
Rain broke through the stillness. Arundelle’s whole body trembled with weakness. Her head lolled to one side.
Someone was holding her hand tightly. Artham.
Forcing her eyes open – it seemed like such a heavy thing to do – Arundelle smiled at her husband. “Artham.” Her voice sounded far away, so far away.
“Arundelle,” Artham replied. His rich voice was calm, but fear engulfed his blue eyes. She loved his eyes. “What happened? Are you okay?”
With effort, Arundelle nodded. Her long chestnut hair felt like it was dragging her to the earth. “I just…” Memory flooded back in. “Artham!” Arundelle cried, panic entering her voice. “The baby!”
Terror appeared all throughout Artham’s handsome face. His wings curled forward around them, making a temporary room of privacy.
Another stab of pain shot through Arundelle’s abdomen. She quivered, and tears fell down her face. Artham gripped her hand. “The pain,” Arundelle moaned, and blackness took her again.
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Once again, probably unrealistic, but since this is just for fun, who cares? XD @kylie-wingfeather @wingiby-iggiby @crazywriter @backwardslivewriter @arindown @mischievous-thwapling
Kalmar froze. He didnât know what to do. He didnât know anything about this. How could he help his Aunt? Maybe I canât⊠But maybe Mama can! Jumping to his feet, he pushed aside murmuring bystanders and raced for the pavilion he thought Nia had taken shelter under. Kalmar skidded to a stop under it. His eyes frantically searched the crowd, but he didnât see his mother. Running his hands through his hair, he took off for the next, didnât see her there either, and sprinted for the other. He squirmed through the crowd, eyes flitting to and fro. There! There she was!
âMama!â he shouted. âMama, Aunt Arundelle needs help!â He stopped beside, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.
Nia firmly took his hands. âIt was Arundelle who screamed?â she demanded.
Breathless, Kalmar nodded.
Her forehead creasing with worry, she said, âTake me to her, Kalmar.â
He led her by hand to the pavilion Arundelle had collapsed under. Nia hastily brushed through the people to her side.
Artham glanced up as Nia knelt by them, but a wave of relief washed over his face when he recognized her. âWhatâs wrong with her?â he asked. âWhat should I do to help her?â
Niaâs lips pursed into hard lines of anxiety. âPlease get some water,â she said, âand a washcloth.â
Artham whisked away and was back before Kalmar thought was humanly possible. The young king felt a head rest on his shoulder. He looked down to see Leeli leaning on him. Her hand slipped into his as she whispered, âWill she be alright?â She raised her large eyes–pools of innocence–to meet his.
Kalmar squeezed her hand. âMama will help her,â he whispered back. âSheâll be okay.â
Nia mopped Arundelleâs face with the wet rag, dribbling some into her mouth as well.
Sheâll be okay, Kalmar echoed in his head. He couldnât figure out if he really believed it.
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Um yeah, that was DEFINITELY TERRIBLE. But oh well. Also, as Kinnan’s been saying, I have no idea how Nia would help either, sooo…. @kylie-wingfeather @wingiby-iggiby @crazywriter @backwardslivewriter @arindown
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
@wingiby-iggiby @crazywriter @backwardslivewriter @arindown @joelle-stone
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Still here! I can’t really write much, though, ’cause my character is unconscious… *glares at Arundelle*
*Tiptoes in and looks around the empty room*
Okayyyy…
Maker please give me or someone on this forum an idea so we can start writing again!
*Waits for a second, sighs, and tiptoes back out*
"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
*blinks* My apologies for my absence. My family has been busy, to say the least. Hmmm… I have an idea…. I’ll tell you in a minute!
Could one steal past those watchful dragons? I thought I could.
-C.S. LewisOoh, what is this idea?
@everyone
I know everyone on this forum has read the last book, so if you want to share thoughts on the ending you can go to: Click Here. We had a forum like this on the Wingfeather Website, so I thought it would be interesting to see some others opinions on whether Janner lives or not. (I know, I know, I am way to obsessed with the WFS books, but bear with me!)
"I read that book, and it affected me." ~my sister, about the Warrior Cats.
Ooh, I’m intrigued!! *leans forward with head on hands and blinks eagerly*
No! No such thing as over-obsession when it comes to WFS. At all. No. (Mostly b/c I’m guilty of this crime.)
BTW, excellent new signature. XD
. . . I’m afraid it doesn’t quite work…
@joelle-stone and at this rate, either Arundelle or the baby, or both are going to die… My mother is a midwife in training, so I know more than most… If Arundelle were further along in her pregnancy, you could say it was just the baby kicking and she had a really adverse reaction, but she’s not far enough along for that, I think… We need to do research, methinks…Could one steal past those watchful dragons? I thought I could.
-C.S. LewisOoh, thx for the insight! I have pretty much no knowledge of pregnancies, but we needed some drama… Hrm. I think I can utilize this… đ
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