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Fake Friends Repost
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No offense, but ... People are getting too fake on me . They only want posts, comments, or to see how many friends they can get. So let's see who will actually repost this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people in my friends list actually pay attention to me. Copy and repost in your own bulletin. Lets see who the true friends are and I think I know who you are... Repost this if you are a friend...Don't reply... just copy and paste this in a new bulletin as "Fake Friends'
True friends will read and repost this. Fake friends will just ignore it.
this is for you darkotter
thats why I posted it. ^^
now for you peoplez who are awesome.. my story.
Chap. 1
There they were, stuck on his body forever. The boy of eighteen sat hard on the white sand beach to look at them. His new scars shone bone white on his dark skin like the moon upon the water that lay before him.
He cried to himself as the rhythm of the waves kept time with his thoughts. Soon he fell asleep in the soft sand to the tide's rocking. He woke with a start realizing he wasn't on his own bed. The morning sun just peaked over the horizon making the water blood red, reminding him of what had happened. The boy wondered if it all was real, but the scars on his body stuck there like souvenirs proving that indeed it had happened.
Chap. 2
It had begun on a beautiful and cloudless late afternoon. The boy's family went on the water in their boat. His elder sister Jennavieve Gail, (“Gale” for short,) his father Forrest, and mother Shinji, Japanese for sea pearl. They were the treasures closest to his heart.
After hanging out on the boat for a few hours, he asked his mother if he could go swim with the fishes, as he had done so for so many years.
“Yes, Dante, but you must be careful. It is time you learn that your own current of thinking in everyone else's sea of thought can help you avoid being pulled in a direction you don't want to go. Learn to avoid letting mistakes pull you in repeatedly, over and over again like an undertow.” the sea woman replied.
“Remember always,” said his father, a man who loved the wilderness, “That the way of nature is the way of prey and predators. We too, are part of the web and food chain though often we forget.”
“You will know what you have, and what you need to sustain your self if you let your surroundings tell you what is needed,” his wind-loving sister added, “use this in what ever life throws at you.”
Dante nodded and smiled at them in understanding. The boy hugged his beloved family, reaffirming the closeness they had always felt, and with that love, he took a deep breath and dove into the blue-gray. He explored the drop off some way away from the reef and played with a pod of porpoises, only coming up for air when he needed to do so.
Clouds began to dot the sky, as a brisk wind blew up. Thunderheads formed over the evening sun, as Dante came up for air once again. “You will know what you need to sustain your self, let your surroundings tell you what is needed,” Gale's advice reminded him. He got a sudden mouth full of saltwater. Sputtering, he looked around noticing the choppy water was getting worse. A storm! Dante panicked looking desperately for his family's boat. But to no avail. And, why were these other boats on the water? And then he remembered.
He tried to swim away from them, the water only pushing them closer.
“I don't have control over myself. I have no current,” he thought to himself. “I must find my current so that I won't make a mistake again and again.
The boats tossed from side to side as Dante watched the young men on board. He wondered at them, the waves heaving them hard as they carried on the terrible old tradition of hunting, their coming-of-age ceremony. If there were two things Dante didn't like, it was stupid boys ignoring their common sense, trying to prove they were men, and the murder of his sea friends, the porpoises, dolphins and whales. He couldn't help but wonder why these boys too, were in the web.
Blam! The air was knocked out of him. He found himself gasping, still trying to recover from colliding into the side of one of the tuna clippers. He had been slammed with two other porpoises that also hadn't been able to resist the impact. Dante watched numbly as a harpoon narrowly missed his body but made a deep gash as it caught his hand, then forced through the water only to cut the porpoise to his right. Blood from their wounds mingled in the water dissipating as more was released with every heartbeat. Just then a hook was thrown into the water from the same ship through the porpoise on his left, catching Dante by the belt-loops as he and the animal, writhing in pain, were dumped on deck.
It took a few times with clumsy hands for Dante to free himself of the hook's grip. The would-be men on the decks were automatons. One of them with a knife, gutted his friend before he could even set it free. Blood soaked everything as it sloshed over the sides, making the water red.
The automatic-minded murder looked up from what he was doing, startled.
“What are you doing here!?!” He yelled.
Dante couldn't respond, his tongue tied from shock. He passed out.
Dante awoke with a blanket over him, laying in the sand. His hand bound with his own ripped tee-shirt. The boys, back from the boat, sat beside him, sharing blankets between them. Before he could ask what had happened, the boy who had been startled by Dante, answered in a quavering, worn-out voice, “ We were shipwrecked with other boats in the storm. We were too proud and stupid not to have gone back to land in the storm.”
Dante described his family boat asking if it had survived the storm.
“I am sorry,” again the same boy replied meekly.
Dante had stood up and returned the blanket, thanking them for taking care of him, then ran away along the coastline, sobs choking his throat.
And tears streamed now as his feet hit the semi-wet sand. He let himself scream rage and confusion, grieving for his family. As he ran, he remembered his family's stories, the stories of how each had discovered their power. He ran and he ran and he ran. He ran until he couldn't anymore. And there they were still, stuck on his body forever.
Dante sat down hard on the dry white sand to look at his three previous scars. Each scar had come from the experience of each family member. He tried to understand their elements as well as his own. “I have one scar from each element now,” he realized. Dante decided that he would tell himself his own story; the story of when he first wanted to see if he had the power to understand the elements as they were discovered by his family, one by one.
Chap. 3
Dante remembered he had been seven years old on his birthday when he and his father had been in the big, dense mossy forrest trees stepping over mushrooms on rotting roots and leaves looking for fruit and various berries. They ran dancing and teasing each other dodging through the patches as the sun shone through varying in brightness depending on how dense the canopy of overhead leaves sat. A Red-Tailed Hawk screamed and flew over head as it grabbed two fat squirrels that had been racing each other up a tree ahead of us as we arrived at our destination. Our shirts had no sleeves so our arms had cuts and scratches from branches. It had hurt when the squirrel blood we had pointed at the hawk as the blood dripped from its talons and touched our arms. It had hurt too much to rub off but as it dried, it had made a mixed blood scab. My father had always loved the wilderness and knew the way of the animals, but we both discovered that our senses had sharpened. We heard things that supposedly others couldn't until my mother and sister had discovered their powers too.
Chap. 4
A woman of the water, my mother had always been. My mother and I always loved to walk on the shore together. Dante remembered seeing his mother scrape her knee and fall off a rock she had been climbing on, and into the water. She had been pulled into the strong under toe and kept under water for a few minutes. He couldn't remember what had happened to her in that time underwater because he had been four or five at the time. She had said she could control the water and talk to the fish and listen to them after she came out of the water. That had been how she got out of the under toe she had explained. He remembered staring at his mother wide eyed in disbelief.
Chap. 5
When he had been fourteen or so, Gail had taken him para sailing. Although they had only one harness, they put it around them both. It was fun although the straps had rubbed through their skin because it was too tight, making them bleed. the boat swung and the parachute swung extra sharp because of the momentum of both their bodies beside the now strong wind. A pelican with a broken wing got caught in our parachute stabbing a hole in it. its blood dripped on our shoulders in the air still as the poor bird tried to free itself desperately as the small shoulder bone protruded from its wing as we all fell into the water. They had freed themselves of the harness to tend to the hurt bird.
Every day after that had happened, he knew accurately when the wind was going to pick up.
Chap. 6
When he had been about nine his power of fire was discovered. He had been wandering and playing in the meadow that lead off to the side of the forrest to the edge of the water. In the grass that was waist high on him, he loved to run and romp and play. there had been a point when he was tired, he went and sat on some rocks that protruded a little from the ground. He listened just the way his father had taught him. He heard a distressed call from a young she-wolf maybe a mile away. He got up following the sounds of the animal in pain. The though of feeling its fear, meant a predator was really close. He smelled smoke and found her. The wolf had been been burned on the side of her thigh in a small circle and had a deep cut possibly from branches cutting the wolfs skin in the patch of singed fur. He quickly put it out with water from the bottle he had been carrying with him. From his pocket, he drew a needle accidentally poking himself and making him bleed and some thread incase he ever had to use stitches. He did this quickly using the animals numbness from the burns' pain. When her blood touched his pricked finger, it seemed to hurt more than when his scabs had hardened when he had been with his father. Her wound seemed to have burned him too though there were no more signs of the fire. The animal ran off when he finished. A week later, he we went to the same place he had first heard the wolf at the same rocks he had sat on at the edge of the forrest and the meadow, the she wolf had found him. it surprised him that she had come back to this spot with him there. She wanted him to help her, but was still afraid of him. She inched closer to him her front bowed to him but would then jump back to the side a little to keep avoiding contact again. he chided her close enough with a strip off a piece of grilled fish he had brought for lunch. she sensed his comfort and intentions of helping her. Taking the fish, she lay down to eat it. She let him take out the stitches. He wondered if he would feel the burn again when he touched her but when he did there was no burn but could see the heat of her body.
Two days later, still wondering if the wolf would ever see him again, he found her sitting near him completely healed. After that, she would find him wherever he went, and would fallow him as a friend and would leave whenever she took her fancy.
Chap. 7
The she-wolf he had named ookami yuujin, which meant wolf friend, now sat by him as he cried, wondering what to do. He hugged her, wiping his face by snuggling his face in her fur. He sat up as he sighed heavily from having been crying.
“What will I do?” he said in his thoughts again. He was amazed when he heard another voice that was not his, in his head.
“Don't worry, my friend, you will find some of your kind, like us, our pack is a circle of family and friends. You will always have your place in nature, and will find your own circle of friends who will become close to you like I have become to you.” Dante looked up into her eyes as she nudged his shoulder with her muzzle. She was talking to him. She then got up and left him to ponder what she had told him.
“She is right,” he thought smiling to him self now realizing what his mother had said about being his own current. Ookami yuujin's voice had come like waves of the ocean. It clicked. That was what his mother had meant about being able to understand water – repeatedly making mistakes is like being caught in an undertow. He felt that there was now a calling to be in all parts of the earth. He had now needed to understand all of the elements. And he was ready to begin.
The End
Wow! Thank you for reading my story and i hope you enjoyed it!!! You just made it to the end of five and a third pages.
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