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Sammii Copperboom <SammiiCopperboom>

"If you come here you can have anything you want, except my virginity, you can't have that."

	Years of Erde - Shattered Hopes	656 días hace
	I'm bored, and I feel like posting this somewhere. xD Who knows, maybe I could make it into a video later. That would be kinda cool, like one of those videos on YouTube with the mangas. =P Lol, anyone else watch those sometimes? I don't do it that often but sometimes I do. ANYWAYS! This is an original story, but the characters and places aren't mine. They're my friend JJ's. He made 'em up. At least, last I checked anyways. =P So cha, I'm basically writing this cause I'm bored, and I gave up on my Kingdom Hearts fan fiction. xD It was called "Hidden Truths," or HT for short. And yes, I have permission to use JJ's characters and places, ect. >,< Though, Bridgette is Mel's, but that's a long story! xD The plot is COMPLETELY mine, mkay? The only things borrowed are the characters and stuff. As I have said three times before. So if you steal MY plot I kick YOUR ass. =P Then JJ will kill you for ripping off his characters. xD TAG TEAM! Lawlz, So I've rambled on pointlessly enough. CONSTRUCTIVE critism is always welcome. I don't want to hear, "OMG! Dat is lyke so ghey!1!1111!!!!!1!" It just makes YOU look stupid. So please, don't do it, mkay? ON WITH THE STORY OF DOOM-NESS-Ness-ness. . . P.S - This chapter isn't finished yet. xD I'll fill in the rest as it get's done. =P Years of Erde - Shattered Hopes Chapter 1 - Fenrir Well, here I am. Stuck on a boat with my younger sibling Bridgette, and a whole bunch of stuck up old guys. Actually, they were nobles from the other kingdoms, and there was only one who wasn’t pushing the age of fifty. Though I still wanted to kill the other dude, whom was probably my age, or near it. He couldn’t have been thirty, and he definitely wasn’t a teen like Bridgette. Either way, he was staring at me constantly. The friggen dude hasn’t even blinked! Now I’m used to being stared at, really I am, but this was ridiculous. I swear I saw him lick his lips like five times. Geez, the mere thought is enough to send me into a friggen coma. Trust me, this dude was nowhere near what any woman would consider to be attractive. In fact, I’m really sure a blind women would reject this dude. Buck teeth, big ears, and a nose to match. Not exactly my type. . .especially considering his hair was blonde with red tips. Granted, I have red streaks in my long light brown hair, but it looks good on me. Though after that, well, incident might be the best word to describe it, everyone was trying to act like him. Dressing like him. Doing their hair like him. Just about anything to make me love them like I loved him. In reality no one could ever compare to him. He was the only one I’ve actually cared for, but I guess in the end that didn’t go both ways. I’ll never truly understand why he was so cold to me that day. I’ll never truly understand why he didn’t love me in the end. Though that doesn’t matter too much now. It’s been six years, and I’ve moved on. At least, I think I have, or at least I’ve tried. They say the heart heals with time. So after six years I should be free of him. We’ll see soon. After all, with every foot, inch, centimeter this boat gets closer to Castle Wolven, the closer I get to him. After six years apart, he probably won’t remember, or care, about me anyway. Though I’ve never heard any rumors of him getting married, or even dating someone. Though the Grey Republique hasn’t been doing anything for the past six years. Which would also be why I’m on this god forsaken boat. We have to see what’s “wrong.” Quite personally, I know him, and he’s most likely to give us a warm welcoming of swords at everyone’s throats. Possibly, he won’t, but if the rumors I’ve heard are true . . . then he’s apparently changed, big time. So I guess in the end, it’s better that things ended like they did. However, he could have done it a little more gently. Instead of destroying me with one fail swoop. Just because Bridgette managed to reassemble the pieces doesn’t mean the pain went away. It merely means that my being didn’t die. Maybe that’s what happened to him after his mother’s death. I can’t even imagine being upset if my mother, or father died. Though, I did hear his father committed suicide soon after. The maids know everything, so eavesdropping for info usually works in most cases. I guess I’ll never understand why he did what he did. Really, at this point I didn’t want to know. It’s been six years, so I’ll hold my head up high, and get through this with as little interaction with him as possible. Though to really understand what I’m talking about here we’re going to have to go back thirteen years. To when we first met. When he was twelve, and I was ten. To when Bridgette was only five years old. All the way back to the beginning. To the time when I first met Fenrir Wier Twizen . . . ~ Thirteen Years Ago ~ “ELIZABETH! Get out here! NOW!” The little light brown haired ten-year-old girl quickly rushed out of her room, per her father’s demands. The red streaks in her long hair showing vibrantly in the small hallway’s lighting. Today was the day the boy was coming to live with Elizabeth, and her family. Little Elizabeth couldn’t wait. It would be like having an older brother. She always wanted an older sibling. It was no fun being the oldest to her. She didn’t like the responsibilities her baby-sitter/teacher had told her about. So she was happy about having someone older then her in the house that wasn’t an adult. Which she said as, “adulpt.” Considering she was missing her two front teeth as of right now, so certain words didn’t come out right. Especially any word where the second letter was a “n.” Like, “animal,” or “enemy.” Elizabeth finally reached her father. Whom was currently waiting for the new boy in the massive lobby of the White Keep. All of her family was there, even some of the servants. A couple maids, Elizabeth’s teacher/babysitter Rektor, and some of the kitchen crew. Though the maids and kitchen crew were probably going to disappear the second he got there. They were trying awfully hard to impress one twelve year old. Everyone had basically been forced by Elizabeth’s father, Regias Viral, to put on their absolute best cloths. Elizabeth was forced to wear a white puffy gown that was specially made for her the day before. Like most of the gowns that were made for her, it was highly uncomfortable. Even her little sister Bridgette was itching like crazy from the gown that was put on her. It was a pale yellow floor length gown with about five or six petticoats underneath. If he father saw her messing around with it like she was it wouldn’t be good. So Elizabeth went over and took her little sisters hand, to keep her from scratching. Which would keep her father from doing anything. Though, he probably wouldn’t try anything with a guest coming. Basically, Regias Viral was not a nice person. In fact, with the way he treated his children, he shouldn’t have any at all. Why Relana, Elizabeth’s and Bridgette’s mother, even married him in the first place was a mystery. Though you could tell she wasn’t happy most of the time. As a mother, Relana wasn’t bad. She was just too afraid to do anything about her power-crazed husband. Possibly, Regias Viral was different before, though that wasn’t likely in this case. They say people can change, but it wasn’t likely that Regias ever would. He was too corrupt. Regias’ stare never left the huge black wooden double doors until they finally opened to reveal a twelve-year-old boy. He was much, much taller then Elizabeth and Bridgette combined together, and he had black hair with a bright arctic blue coloring at the tips that matched his icy blue eyes. Everyone just stood there and stared at the new guest that was coming to live with them. Regias was the only one glaring at the poor kid. It didn’t seem to phase him however. They both seemed to have the same distant cold energy coming off of them. Like the once nice temperature in the room dropped fifty degrees. Maybe Regias thought the kid was going to somehow kill them all. Though the reason as to why he was sent here was a bit foggy to Regias, and he never really liked the Grey Republique that much in the first place. Which was, obviously, where the boy was from. He was sent by his father to the White Kingdom as a ward to Regias. Though why anyone would put their child through that is a mystery. After the ‘who can freeze out the other one longer’ contest going on between Regias and the boy, the large doors in the white marbled lobby closed behind them as Regias introduced him with the biggest cheesy fake smile ever recorded in history, “This is Fenrir Twizen everyone. He’s going to be living with us for awhile.” Putting an emphasis on awhile. Making it seem like he didn’t want Fenrir there. Though that was probably the purpose in the first place. Fenrir merely ignored him while shrugging at everyone while some servants took his stuff up to his new room. He didn’t want to be here. Though he didn’t really have a choice. It was come or be thrown out. So he decided to come and stay with the Viral’s. Even though he basically hated them with every fiber in his being. Part of the whole reason he was sent there was to “unite” the Grey Republique and The White Kingdom, so they wouldn’t get into a huge war. Even though the Grey Republique could squash the white Kingdom without even breaking a sweat. Little did Fenrir know, he had a much more important reason for being there, and that in the end, he might not hate it so much. After everyone was introduced they were lead to the dining room by Regias. It looked like most of the rooms in the White Keep. White marble floor, big chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and furniture made out of oak wood. Though occasionally, you would see a piece of furniture with a white marble top. This usually only happens in the bedrooms however. Everyone sat there in silence for the whole meal. At one point, Elizabeth tried to say something, but then was scolded by her father ‘for asking such a stupid question.’ Life in the White Keep was not like what Regias Viral made everyone in the kingdom believe. It was much more ‘stay quiet, keep your feelings to yourself and don’t ever talk about your life here with anyone,’ then what he had portrayed to everyone who lived outside. Which was ‘we’re on big happy family!’ When in reality, the closest they got to being one family was eating at the table every night. No matter what.
	escrito por Sammii Copperboom