A snipet

This is a story I started a little while ago that never went anywhere. But I like this and I like the character here, so I might use him somewhere else. He reminds me of one of David's mighty men of war sorta thing. I wanted a character who could fight so hard and so long that he couldn't let go of his sword. So I made Tavarius.


Silently shadows slipped over the forst-covered ground. Korax Tavarius slowly drew his sword, his breath remaining even and sure. He'd done this far too many times before. There were two score of his prey to a line advancing through the night. Not really his enemies, he was only earning his living through their deaths.
Absently, he wondered if any of the six hundred had spotted him yet, though they were not looking for one man lying alone on a night like this. Covered in his light gray cloak, he knew he was nearly as invisible as any spell could have made him. His sword simply looking like a bit of snow glinting in the moonlight. They never saw him.
Waiting till the host was about twenty feet away, Korax sprang to his feet, rushing to meet them. There was no battlecry that poured from his lips - he had none - as he dealt out silent death. They fell easily to his skill and flashing katana. Soon, almost too soon, they were all dead, their blood staining the snow crimson.
For a moment, Korax stood looking at them, filing them away with the hundreds and thousands of others. But his money was waiting for him. Gripping the jade talismen that hung from his neck, he chanted a moment and in a quick flash, he was back in his room at the Blue Starlight Tavern.
He washed his face and hands, put on a fresh tunic and descended the stairs to the common room. A glowing fire greeted him as the dry wood crackled loudly. His light blue eyes scanned the room for his contact, but apparently they had underestimated his abilities. With an inward shrug, he sat down at the table and ordered his dinner along with a mug of the innkeeper's best ale. He doubted it would be better than the city's worst, but it would have to do.
Soon he was engulfing the mediocre meal, while half-listening to a barmaid sing the tale of Gradus and Tilone. She had a fair voice and a pleasant shape, but the story was not his favorite. A man throwing away his life for a woman? And not only that, but a woman who didn't love him? To Korax, that was beyond idiocy, but he had little time to dwell on it. His contact arrived with the same swagering, self-involved look of uncertain pride that he always had. The combination of his unconfindent manner coupled with his alarmingly forward arrogance made Korax keep their conversations short and to the point. Even more so than normal.
Darond sat down at the table with a grin like they were old friends and ordered a drink. "I guess I should have listened. Didn't think you could really pull it off quite so fast." Reminding himself one more time that the man was a sufficient go-between, Korax let the comment slide.
"My money."
"What? That's it? You don't want to tell me how you did it?"
"Darond, if I told you, showed you, and trained you, you still wouldn't be capable of what I am." It was disgust more than pride that prompted the statement. Standing, Korax extended his hand and Darond was at least smart enough to hand over the bag of gold coins without further prodding. Having finished his meal and acquired his living, Tavarius retired to his room for the night. He would have to make his way back to the city to find another job. And for that trip he would need a good amount of supplies and for the weather to hold.
Laying down on the bed without removing his clothes or using the blankets, he glanced out the window. It was a clear night and cold. The weather was changing almost too quickly. He had no doubt the snow would fly soon, and once it started there would be no leaving the valley. Not even his magic could get him through the snow-covered pass of Tharon.

Weekend

So I got out of work early today. I wasn't really sure if I wanted to; it wasn't like it was a bad day so far. But it was nice. And I don't think Kaity (How exactly does she like it spelled, Mike?) wanted to go home. She hasn't been having as many hours lately. Anyway, I was tired and it worked out.

Dad started teaching me how to drive his motorcycle the other day. It was sooooo cool. :) I loved it. I've thought it would be really neat to drive a motorcycle for a while now, and then he just offered to teach me. I was so scared at first. But it was exciting. I killed the engine like twelve times, but he didn't seem very worried about it.

I have the Fourth off. And I don't work weekends, so I'll be free Saturday too. Yay! :D I'm excited. I was surprised that I got it off because the request book was already full. But I have connections. Mike says the scheduling manager has a crush on me. Hehe. /shrug I can't help it if I'm cute. ;) He (Tom, the manager) was hilarious this morning. . . He'd had too much coffee. Running around and so hyper. It was cute.

I like our pool. I accidentally spilled the chlorine in it though. . . I don't know if Katie told anybody . . . I probably should have mentioned it to Mom last night, but she came in with oodles of strawberries and I got excited. Kaylynn and I then proceeded to stem them all and Mom made jam and stuff. :D It was nice. And very domesticated. Hehe.

I miss my friends. I try to be around, but conflicting work schedules rot. I also miss being able to stay up late. . . Well, later than 10:30. . . lol Getting up at 5am isn't so much fun. Ah, well. I continue to survive.

Yesterday was stressful. It made me sad. Today was better.

Well, I should be off to do something productive. (That means practice the piano or the violin.) I probably won't though. . . . Hehe. :)

Update

Time for a quick update!

Life is boring. I work and eat and sleep and go to church and that's about it. Icecream is wonderful and all, but when it gets to be the highlight of your day, there's a problem.

I don't know what to do. About anything. I feel like I should go back to school, but I don't have enough money, and knowing that I don't have enough money, I want to spend what I do have on stuff that I want. Nothing I need, just things I want. I think I finally got over Mom's voice in my head saying, "Do you really NEED that?" Maybe not. . . I still haven't bought the stuff. But I am more free (freer?) with my money than I was before I went to school. Wish I weren't. I could use some of it now for next semester. Assuming I go back. I know it'd be good for me. But I so despise the thought of owing someone money, even if it's my parents. I hate it. . . And so, I don't know what to do.

No one talks to me anymore. I miss Steph. She used to talk to me. It didn't matter what it was about. She would just talk, and for a while too. For some reason, I need that. Maybe it's because I can't just talk to people. I'm too insecure or something. I need people to ask and ask again till I'm sure they really, truly care. Then I can tell them. Sometimes. If I try really, really hard. There are very few people I trust. I've found it to cause pain. Because you think you're so tight with someone; you let them in and then they disappear. And you're alone and someone out there knows your deepest thoughts and dearest secrets. That's just terrifying.

Someone should slap me upside the head because we watched Jumper tonight, and I actually thought Hayden Christensen was pretty good looking. He looked grown up. . . He's always had a cool voice. And then he had special powers. I was trying to focus on the bad attitude and complete idiocy of how he wouldn't tell the truth and such, but. . . He really didn't look half bad. Anyway. Mike'll probably read this tomorrow and smack my head. . . . Ah, brothers. :)

Maybe it wasn't such a quick update after all.