Warrior- chapter 5

Chapter 5

   Katherine could feel the warm sunlight caress her face as she gained consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly raised herself in a sitting position. She felt groggy and her throat was parched. She was confused. She didn't recognize the room she was in. As her head started to clear, she felt panic seize her. What if she had been abducted. What if she was expected to be a slave. Her breathing laboured. Calm yourself Katherine, she chastised herself. She looked around. She seemed to be in what looked like a hut. The walls were of dry mud and the roof was thatched. The light came from an oddly shaped window at her right. Next to the cot she lay in she saw a bowl of water and in the corner of the room a bucket and a pail of water. The hut seemed to be in a fairly good condition. It seemed clean and comfortable with the fire pit in the centre of the room and a chest in the corner that had some fur blankets laying on it. She noticed her bed was quite comfortable because of the soft cotton linen and woollen blanket covering her torso.
Katherine picked up the bowl of water and took timid sips, she hoped it was safe, her throat felt like the sahara desert and she desperately needed hydration. She deemed the water safe after a moment and gulped away half of the bowl.
With her thirst quenched Katherine tried to remember what happened. She recalled talking to Andrew. Andrew, Katherine gasped. She remembered him screaming at her to look out, then she came up blank. She hoped Andrew was al right and whatever it was that attacked her hadn't gotten to him. Katherine felt her throat clog, She should have listened, she should have obeyed, she thought as she sobbed. Her poor mother must be worried about her. She curled herself on the cot and tucked her head between her knees. She sobbed in panic,  frustration and anger at herself.  She should have stayed home.
She was oblivious to her surroundings and didn't notice the new presence in the room. Andrew stood at the now open doorway, staring at Katherine. He felt too many emotions flogging him at the same time, sympathy, sorrow, guilt and rage. The gut wrenching sobs emanating from Katherine were making his chest hurt. He couldn't let what happened today repeat....
Andrew knocked on the open door and stepped in the cottage. He saw as she snapped her face to the noise, he felt worse after he saw her expression. Her face showed signs of sadness, worry and fear. Her eyes were swollen and red with crying and her bottom lip trembling. He stoned himself for her reaction. After her shock wore off, she screamed.

warrior chapter 4

 Chapter 4
     Andrew's breath caught as he saw Katherine's body sail through the trees until he heard a muffled thump as it collided with a tree. He couldn't hear any movement from her, that collision most probably broke her spine with a serious head injury. He had to make sure she was all right and didn't bleed to death. His could feel his blood pump furiously through his veins with his increasing temper. He evaluated his opponent, his gaze searing straight through the beasts red eyes. The creature snarled, his upper lip lifted revealing razor sharp teeth. There it stood, at around five feet in an offensive stance, its head hunched over and tail in the air, like a predator ready to attack its prey.
If not for Andrews enhanced vision, he wouldn't have seen it, its dirty black fur which was missing a few patches, was barely visible in the light of the crescent moon. He reprimanded himself for not scenting the hound sooner, but now that he did, he noticed that it came alone, usually they hunted in packs, kidnapping and killing for food and sport. 
As the mutt pounced, Andrew unsheathed his giant blade, which whooshed amidst the hounds growling and barking. As it closed in, his shadows wrapped around it just before it touched him. He could feel his tattoo like shadows slithering on his skin and the mutts fur as the tendrils wrapped around its neck and squeezed causing the to hound whimper and squirm. The creature had to be decapitated and Andrew made quick work of it. His wider than normal blade shoved through the hounds throat as he retracted his shadows, grunting he twists his sword which severed the head from the body. The hounds body lay on the forest floor, blood gushing out violently from its open throat, coating the forest floor and replacing the fragrance of flowers with its metallic scent. Its head lay a few inches from the body, its now lifeless eyes turning black with its mouth wide open. 
Andrew ignored the gory scene, he had gotten used to such violence and bloodshed. He ran to where Katherine lay, in a panic. He saw her body slumped at the thick trunk of an old oak tree. He sat and scooped her up on his lap. He searched her for open wounds, but strangely he found none, there was no blood. It seemed that her skin hadn't cut anywhere from the encounter, she seemed stronger than he expected, that confirmed that she wasn't human. He lay her on her stomach, the soft grass cushioning her. He removed her cloak and started inspecting her back, he ran a hand over her vertebral column, too concentrated to mull over the fact that touching her as such was inappropriate. A few of her columns seemed to have shifted and he discovered that her shoulder blades had broken. He covered her with her cloak and shifted her onto his arms, one of which were settled under her knees and the other was behind her back, he had to be careful as not to hurt her. He started his journey to his cabin, which he was sure wouldn't take too long.
  Katherine started gaining consciousness, her mind was foggy and her hearing muffled as she heard someone call her name.
"Katherine... Katherine..."she heard a concerned voice. "Wake up.." as someone gently patted her cheeks.
 She could feel soft sheets underneath her, her cheek resting on a feather pillow, she was laying on her stomach. She groaned as she was shifted onto a propped pillow, seating her up. Her head was pounding and her back ached. Her throat was parched, she felt someone placing a glass of water near her lips, she drank slowly, soothing the dryness of her throat. She tried lifting her eyelids, but they felt too heavy. She was laid back, with her head resting on the pillow again. Her head got heavier and she started loosing consciousness again.

Can We Really Change the World?

I was inspired to write this after reading my friend's new post 'Future Job'. The third paragraph is what hit me:

"When I was younger, I wanted to do something that would change the world for the better, something that would make the world a better place. But eventually that idea became far-fetched. Now all I want to do in life is be content. Find a stable job, earn enough to live a comfortable life, enough to support my family." 

I felt as if someone just plucked one of my more secret thoughts and blatantly splattered it on the page. Regardless of what I want. Forcing myself to admit to something I don't want to put into words. But this is the beauty of writing the truth- you never know who you'll reach.

I want to change the world. We all want to change the world. And for all my life I've been letting my ideas run wild with no doubt to taint them or fear to slow them down because they've all been hiding behind the phrase:

'I'm special.'

Because its only special people- people who are brave, who are insane, who are something more- those are the people who change the world. But now I'd older. and I'm realizing I'm not special. I'm average. I'm so unremarkable I sometimes feel as if I'm wasting a spot in the universe that could have been filled by someone...speical for lack of another word.

As I'm getting older I'm becoming alarmingly more aware that I'm going to have to find a job. I might get married. have children. Have to take care of a family- my family. I might not even have the time to change the world. 

This year is the first time I am afraid to think 'I can fix that' least I fill my head with actions I don't believe I am capable of doing. Won't even give myself the chance to try. What hurts the most is that every time I tell myself 'I can't do that' I can feel my old self- the one who dreamed of a future I created with my own hands- she's dying. Withering away one "be realistic' comment at a time.

BUT I WON'T LET HER DIE.

"There are those who dream and there are those who get up and work"

I'm already full of dreams too big to fit in a 15 year old body- but I can't live off of dreams alone. I need to see myself DO SOMETHING. or else I'll die. I'll die and all that will be left is a shell like any other that is little more that a robot doing her daily routine over and over and over again until I'm too old to do even that. An empty person that is always affected by events around her but never effecting others.

I will stop dreaming. and start doing.

Because 'special' isn't a magic spell. There is no sure formula for success. Just a lot of heart, determination, and maybe a bit of madness.

What do you think?

-Nadine

Warrior- chapter 3

Chapter 3

       "I'm here angel"
Katherine's heart sped up. She did not know whether she was frightened or excited, probably both, she thought. She turned to face the trees, where he hid.
"You came!"she exclaimed, her eyes glowing in the darkness. 
"I'm here, aren't I?" he retorted, sarcasm lacing his voice.
"Oh.. Um.. yes" stuttered Katherine,  her cheeks reddening in embarrassment. 
"Why do you insist on getting yourself in trouble?" He Inquired. 
"What did I do?!"asked Katherine incredulously.
"You leave the safety of your home to wander around alone, in a dark forest!" He shouted.

    "But I'm not alone! You are here with me, you would keep me safe, wouldn't you?" Andrew didn't know how to reply to that. He decided to avoid the question altogether. 

"It's dangero-"
"I know, believe me, I know" she interrupted him, her voice growing desperate."But WHY!?, why is it dangerous, why wouldn't anyone tell me?!" She felt ridiculous yelling at a men she only met once, a man whose face she hadn't even seen yet.
"Ignorance is bliss" came his suddenly calm reply.
"And that is why I will ignore what just happened" she heard him sigh in frustration. Before he could say anything "Now tell me, what is your name?"

"Andrew" Andrew wanted to kick himself for just blurting out his name to her. He didn't even know why he came, why he felt that he needed to waste his day off to see her. But once he saw her, his heart warmed. That night she was wearing a dark coloured cloak which contrasted with her alabaster skin and hid her dainty feet.
"Andrew" she repeated. His heart picked up pace, his name sounded amazing coming from her lips, in her delicate voice.
"And yours?" He asked with fascination. 
"Katherine" she replied beaming. He couldn't help but think of how her name suited her, beautiful and bold. He liked it.

"Why don't you show me your face?"asked Katherine. She wondered why he wouldn't come forward.
"I do not wish to scare you" he said. Katherine giggled slightly at that.
"How could you possibly scare me? How you look does not matter" replied Katherine truthfully. She would not care if he was deformed, it does not matter how a person looked. She knew she was no gem, she was just Katherine. It pleased her to know that at least someone of the other gender was talking to her.
"It would be hypocrisy to call anyone ugly when I seem to repulse every man I've ever encountered" she said with a warm smile, tilting her head slightly. The sadness in her voice was detectable. 
Katherine suddenly heard a low rumble which shook her heart and made her breath hitch. Then she realize he was laughing, Andrew was laughing. She stared in his direction in bewilderment. He was booming with laughter which brought a smile on Katherine's face which grew larger then turned into giggles. She liked his laughter.

Andrew's heart warmed at her delicate giggles.  They sounded so soft and melodious. He wondered if she was insane, because she was anything but repulsive,  she was exquisite. The fact that she thought herself plain or ugly made him laugh for the first time in a long while, he hadn't let himself laugh since he had been resurrected. He couldn't help but feel relieved after her confession, she had not had any interaction with men before. 

"Katherine how could you ever think yourself repulsive?" he couldn't help but ask smiling."Has anyone ever called you ugly?! Its impossible, you are a beauty Katherine"
"I... um.." Katherine stuttered, taking a long breath, a blush rising up her neck. She wrung her fingers nervously. " No.. I have never been called ugly per say, but I have never been told otherwise....until now"
She was amazed, all her life she thought she was hideous,  because no man ever associated with her. Was it possible the people in her village didn't like her because she was not one of them, she knew she was adopted. She didn't know where she came from, but she knew she didn't know belong with them.
"Thank you" whispered Katherine."I want to see you Andrew,  you mere silhouette is not enough"

"I..- Katherine, look out!" just as Katherine turned look over her shoulder, she was shoved so forcefully that her body flew past the bushes and collided with a tree. She did not know what attacked her.
"Katherine!!. .." she could hear her name  being called out faintly, it seemed muffled. She expected pain, but there was nothing, she felt partially numb, all she felt was a slight throbbing on the back of her head and spine. Her vision of the branches above her was blurring, darkness closed in on her. She could feel herself loosing consciousness, until finally, she blacked out.

Warrior- by Nadine and Doaa

Warrior
Chapter one



       Katherine looked around her, realizing that there was not one soul watching her. Before thinking about it too much, she opened her door and left. Everyone was inside, safe from whatever they always warned her about, from whatever that lingered in the dark. So no one had noticed her, jumping over the wall of rocks that was merely three feet high and crumbling . The rocks were all crowded together, as if they were afraid of  been left alone in the darkness. She told herself that she would go just a few feet beyond the boundary, just enough to see what the world looked like at night , but the curiosity took over her mind and with it, every thought of home. 

Warrior- Chapter 2

Chapter two

She hadn't got enough sleep that night. She had tossed and turned all night, thinking of the stranger. 
After she awoke the next morning, she brought water from the village well and cleaned herself thoroughly. Before heading out to the healers hut to continue her apprenticeship, Katherine decided she should awaken her mother.

Wise Words

What Do You Want To Be?

What do you want to be when you grow up? 

It's a question that puzzled me since I was a toddler, back then I wanted to be a teacher. 

Growing up I changed my mind all the time, one moment I would love to be a doctor and the other I wanted to be an artist.

I went through the phase where  I gave up and just wanted to be jobless and watch TV all day and night and be on the internet but now I just want to do something I love.

What do your parents expect you to be?  

All parents want their child to grow up to be really successful. Sometimes they want their child to be like them in order to continue the family's legacy. Some parents actually push their child to the maximum just to get what they want and see their child where they wanted them to be, regardless of their child's own dreams.

BUT is this the way to go?

What do YOU want to be?

You have to decide for yourself. In order to be successful in your field you have to love your job because  what if you do something your not interested in?  Nothing would be accomplished and you won't develop in what your doing!  

Be what YOU want to be whether it's to be a doctor or a geologist it's all up to you !!

                                                                                                                   

Future job

People always ask me "What do you want to be when you grow up" and I never know the answer.
This question always puzzled me, now more than ever.

"What do I want to be?" I'm close to finishing IGCSE and still not sure.
people expect me to be something that I'm not sure I want to be, even my parents expect me to be something that I don't want to be.

"What am I going to do with my life?" That question keeps coming up and yet I have no answer  and that really scares me.

When I was younger, I wanted to do something that would change the world for the better, something that would make the world a better place. But eventually that idea became far-fetched. Now all I want to do in life is be content. Find a stable job, earn enough to live a comfortable life, enough to support my family. Sure I still have the hope and ambition to do something great in life, but in the process I don't want to lose focus on living my life, getting married and raising kids, watching them meet someone and have kids of their own. I want my life to be prosperous, no matter my profession.

So right now, I'm not saying I don't want a job or that I'll settle with any job. But there's no point in having a job if I don't have anyone to provide for.

Conclusion is, I don't know what I want to do yet, but at the same time I know what I need that job for, and right now we're still young. We have time to decide, so never rush things, because it will come to you. All we have to do is do our best and wait for the results.

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LOVE

Lets talk about one of the most discussed topics there is - Love.

I'm pretty sure every girl dreams about her price charming, either because of hormones- because, you know, some guys are just so hot- or because we all want our happily ever after.

I personally have no Idea what love actually is. I've only ever experienced familial love or friendly affection. Although I do have a theory because eventually all types of love are similar in that aspect. I don't think love at first sight exists. That's probably attraction, because honestly why doesn't a person fall in love with an ugly or plain person at first sight?. Love could be caused by increasing affection, like when people fall in love with someone they never met...due to all the stories they hear about that person, that causes increasing affection by each new story told. Or maybe when you keep seeing the person and they stay in your mind until they become a habit.  Everyone knows habits die hard. Its not easy to forget someone you see everyday, someone you have affection for. So eventually when it hurts to even think of life without that person, it could be called love. I didn't say you cant live without they person...because you only ever need yourself to survive, but it just hurts to leave them.

Everyone deserves love, not just the type between a husband and wife but one between parents and their child, between friends and siblings. I think everyone finds love, they just have to keep their eyes,  mind and heart open.

That was probably the cheesiest thing I ever wrote. 😆😅✌

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"People are more than what can be perceived from the outside. People are a mix of experience, memories and the influence of others around them.."

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15 is a Scary Number

                 

This year has passed its midpoint- by two months. All I can think about is how my time as a 15 year old is ticking away- and the thought that when January comes around I'll have nothing to show for it. Being 15 feels like a freshly cut wound. Its big, and bloody, and you’re afraid to go near it and although your sure it’ll heal, this feeling of uncertainty and: ‘how  long will it take?’ ‘how will the scar look like?’ ‘will I like it?’ ‘will I like the me with the scare or will I wish to have stayed with the gash?’- its scary and yet...

Being 15 is so full of possibility that its suffocating. You’re filled with ideas that are so big it feels like all mankind will drown in them the moment you open your mouth but when you try to put feelings into words- all that comes out is- a desert. Dry of any of the magic you spent nights creating. It’s this feeling of ‘I’m old enough to effect the things around me- but I’m too young to actually make a difference’. Who will listen to me? Humor my ideas- give me a chance?

What can you do to have the confidence you need?

I don’t know.

I’m still figuring it out myself.

But I find it helps to remember the 9 year old me and how much she looked up to 15 year old her. She’d be brave. A leader. She has an opinion and isn’t afraid to say it. She’s everything and all I ever wanted- she’s not me. But…one day she will be. I know  I’ll be someone 9 year old me would be proud of. The lesson I’m learning lately is: the trick is to be patient with yourself- even if you want to push yourself in the face sometimes.

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What do you think? How were you’re teenage years? Are you still a teenager, how’s that been like so far? Share your story like I’ve shared mine.

-Nadine

first post from Doaa

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The Beginning

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