Thursday, October 16, 2014

The Fox Girl: Chapter 8

The decision was too much. How could she choose between the people who knew her and where she belonged? The hybrids were starting to look worried, and so did her friends. And then, she couldn't see anything at all, not her "family", not her friends, nothing, the world had blacked out.
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"Jayde, you ok?" a voice said. She tried to open her eyes, but they wouldn't budge. She heard voices all around her.
"Step back, she needs air."
"What she needs is a bucket of ice water."
"She's unconscious, and it's all the human's fault!"
"Hey, it was your fault for interfering!"
"Yeah!"
And with that, she heard fighting, she heard voices all around her, and they seemed so familiar. She tried of breathe normally, she tried to move a muscle so that she could prove that she was alive, but she couldn't. The weight of her arm was too much. Then she felt someone try to jerk her awake.
"Jayde, wake up, please," the first voice said again. This time, Jayde forced herself to open her eyes, and found herself to be looking at Samuel.
"You ok?" Samuel said, helping her sit up. Jayde looked around the room. Everyone had left, it was only Samuel and her as far as she knew.
"Um, I think so," Jayde said, finally starting to feel energy flow through her. That's when she realized that she had been feed a magical drink that had helped her regain her energy.
"It's a magical substance with a weird name, it's, ah, um..." Samuel started.
"It's oligraphikis, isn't it?" Jayde suddenly answered. She couldn't believe it, she had remembered it. 
"And I've made my choice," Jayde said, standing up and walking outside with Samuel right behind her.
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Jayde had gathered everyone in the court.
"I've made my decision on who I'm going to fight for," Jayde said, making sure everyone was listening.
"So? Who's it gonna be?" Samantha pressed.
"I'm going to fight for my home. My real home, my kind, my forest," Jayde said quickly. "But I plan on making peace. The city does need to expand, but maybe it can expand up, not out."

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