[Safer]-Xitra Hynin-Training.

[moblin massacre]

(OoC= Well, just for the visitors. My profile, Xitra Hynin. Now give me something to do dang it. hah, I kid Safer. BiC)

The woods were dead silent as Xitra trudged through the autumn leaves on the ground, A swish-thump every step. This golden door to this "Dome" place was harder to find than what was let on by the bartender. If it turned out to be false, he was going to chew out the bartender for a free drink.

He walked through another huge hollow log. Phift. Xitra rubbed on the back of his neck, feeling where an acorn had smacked into him. He whirled around, drawing his twin sheikan blades of the soldier, purple hilt for the shadow temple that the place of his training lived near, yelling "You think that is funny. I dare you, do that again. I swear–,“ Phift. “god damn it." Giggling could be heard from the woods around him.

Xitra began to go after the little demons, but stopped, considering the fact that the skull kids were one with nature and would be hidden by the trees, drawing him further into the lost woods and off the path.

He sheathed his blades. He walked away. Boom! The screams of pain and surprise could be heard throughout the forest. Birds startled and flying off, animals freezing in place. Xitra had made sure to drop a sticky-bomb before he left, lighting the fuse and sticking a shiny rock onto it. The skull-kid had picked it up and couldn't get it off his hand when it went off. No matter. His spirit would be released into the air, captured by the magic in the tree leaves and his body remade by the woods. It would survive, though it would have a head-ache for a few hours.

Xitra continued on, looking for his magic gate. After three more hollow logs, he began to hear a humming sound, like a bee nest in midday. He looked around and saw a faint golden glow. He walked toward it, the sound growing stronger. His feet quickened, with each step the gate he was looking for becoming ever so closer. Finally, he was there. All there was was a stone door way standing in plain site. The gate in front of him, standing there like a mouth waiting to swallow him. The gateway was golden, with swirls of black moving around the center. He swallowed, the pure glee in him causing him to hesitate, something he will not likely want to do once inside.

He put his hand through, the swirls disturbed as if they were on a pool of water. He pulled his hand back. It was warm. It must be a fire going in there. Only one way to find out. He jumped through. He stepped onto a solid stone floor that appeared to be made of gold and looked around. It was a huge circular room of filled with golden light, with doors on the walls every twenty feet it looked. He looked to the other side, seeing nothing but blackness like a horizon.

He looked around at the people who were already there before him. There were of all races, from Hylians to Gerudos, even people of races he had never seen before. All of them armed with some type of weapon, wether normal or strange. Some not even having weapons at all. The bartender had been right. This would be a challenging place indeed.

(OoC= Now you got to give me something to do Safer.)

P.S. If someone could tell me how to indent the first line each paragraph, but not the rest, that would be awesome.

[Safer]

Welcome to the Beginner Class! Here's some thoughts I have about your post.

1) Whenever you do a lesson, I prefer that you do it in a Word Processor with a Spell Check function. If this is not possible, then look up a spell-checker on Google and run your post through it prior to posting. Also, be sure to look through your post for grammar mistakes.

2) You're on the right track with your onomatopoeias (sound-effect words). However, the correct way to put them into your writing is to simply italicize them in the sentence and move on as if they were a completely normal word--that is, without separating them from the rest of the sentence with dashes. It is also acceptable not to italicize them, but for now, just stick to italicizing. Also, try not to make them all-caps to show emphasis. All-caps is looked down upon as mediocre in the writing world, with very few exceptions. If you want to show emphasis on an onomatopoeia, it is acceptable to put an exclamation point at the end of the onomatopoeia, but do not treat this exclamation point as the end of the sentence; just continue the sentence as if the exclamation point weren't there.

3) Before you move on, I want you to go through your post and figure out where one thought carries into another. What I mean by this is, find where you would break it into paragraphs. Paragraphs include a bunch of sentences that relate around a single event. Now, you don't have the whole scene in one paragraph, but when mentioning things relating around a single thought (and by this I don't mean your character's thought), it's generally accepted to place them all in one paragraph. However, in your lesson, you wrote several different thoughts in one paragraph. Don't worry about length; I want to see if you can find on your own where the paragraphs would separate from one another in your lesson. If you have trouble, please don't feel afraid to ask.

That's about it. Once you do all of that, let me know and I'll see if you're ready for a new lesson.

[moblin massacre]

(OoC= This I worked pretty hard on in my computer, off the internet. It was hard and I tried to work ou all the kniks. Hope its good. BiC)

As Xitra began to walk forward through the crowd of warriors around him, he heard a fwoom sound and whirled around. The door had disapeared. He would have to stay here.He continued, dazed by the sheer number of his fellow fighters.

‘If this is how many are in the Dome, then how many are still out in the world that I know of?’ Xitra began to try to count the warriors heads, stopping at two-hundred thirty-four. Not because that was how many there were, but because he had decided it would take a very long time. He went back to the wall of the arena, inspecting the place he had come to, then walking alongside it, studying the doors that went by.

Suddenly a small head popped out of the wall in front of him. Xitra was startled and nearly drawn his weapons when he found he was suddenly frozen in place. Not literally, but to say he could not move any of his muscles. The small head floated out of the wall, followed by a short, yet thin, body. It landed in front of Xitra, keeping its eyes upon Xitra.

He studied the creature, looking it from head to toe, which really didn’t take long. It only seemed two feet tall. All that could be seen of its head were its eyes, completely white ovular shapes. Everything lower was covered by a black robe that started wide at the top, thinned, then widened again, with a white stripe that ran around the neck, then at the front went down where it would be opened if needed.

He saw that the top of the head was completely pink, which shined in the lights of the room. Two small green crooked shoots of what seemed to be hair jutted out the sides. If Xitra guessed correctly, if they were looked at from the top, it would be completely round. The arms were long, reaching to its feet, and there was a lack of hands to be seen. Only nubs were there.

“Now that your inspection is over, you should follow me mister Xitra.” The small thing once again floated away, and Xitra could once again move his body. He looked at his hands, clenching them. He moved his feet, checking to see if they were back to their old selves. Then he remembered. It had called him by his name.

“Wait how did you now my name?” Xitra ran toward the creature which had tld him to follow.

“I know everyones names. I am a Domerii.”

“What?” Xitra had stopped for a moment, but seeing that the thing wasn’t about to stop, continued

“A Domerii is a resident of the Dome that you are in now.” Xitra listened intently for more information, but none came.

“Domerii. Right. But how the hell did you know my name?”

“When you pass through the gate, your memories are accessed. Your name, place of birth, all is seen by the Domerii.” Xitra now understood. It was not only a portal, but a mind reading device.

The Domerii creature stooped at a door and floated through. Xitra tried to follow, but remembered to late he couldn’t phase through solid matter. He ran into the door and broke his nose. Clutching his nose, he opened the door. He looked past and saw a long hallway, down which the small creature was traveling. He followed.

He looked around the halls. The walls were golden, as was the doors and ceilings. And there were strange round things that gave off a source of light, a technology that was foreign to Xitra.

Still clutching his nose, the followed the Domerii creature to another door. It once again floated through. This time Xitra remembered to open the door using the knob.

He opened the door and stepped through. He looked around. All was golden, bathed in golden light and clean as the floors of Hyrule Castle. He wondered how these creatures were able to keep such an immensity of a place clean. He saw that there was a large bed, also golden, with golden sheets and a golden head board that looked to be reflective. Beside the bed stood a small desk of gold also, and on the other side a bed stand. The walls golden with stripes of dark and lighter golden colors. No windows were present, but that did not stop a strange breeze from coming across his face. The room had to be at least twenty by twenty feet, but when he looked back outside, the doors were only three feet apart.

The Domerii that had led him to the room was standing on the bed stand. Xitra walked to it and said only three words.

“Where are we?”

The Domerii replied, “You are in the room that will be your place of stay while I procure a teacher of the arts of the warrior for you.” Xitra was pleased. He had wondered if there would be a place to stay while here. He had not wanted to sleep on the floor outside. Then he realized what the rest of the creature had said.

“What do you mean a teacher?” Xitra was both stunned and amazed. That was what this place was built for? To teach the warriors of many nations the art of battle? Why would he need a teacher? He had been taught by the finest available. He didn’t need a teacher.

“The mind reading by the gate has shown that you are most unknowledgeable in fighting.” What had that thing just said!?! How dare it say I’m no good at fighting? Xitra was about to draw his blades when had that tingling sensation in his flesh. He could once again not move.

The Domerii floated off the bed stand and toward Xitra. It floated through Xitra’s chest, creating a chilled feeling in him, and for all Xitra knew, out the door. He heard a click behind him and he could once again move. He rushed to the door, turning the knob as hard as he could, but it would not turn.

Locked. Xitra walked away form the door and toward the bed. He sat down on it, stretching his arms and legs. He decided if he was going anywhere, he would need rest. He removed his belt and sheaths, unbuckling it and sliding it out of his pants. He took off his leather chest armor, loosening the straps and laying it down on the bed stand. He removed his under shirt, folding and placing it with the chest armor. The green necklace he wore dangled from his neck, unhindered by the cloth. He took it off and placed it in his hand, rubbing the runes carved into it. The strange letters glistened in the light, a symbol of his parents that he will probably never meet. It was given to him by his guardian, Gregory, a shiekah, who had raised him in Kakariko Village like an equal and treated him like a son. He kissed it for luck and put it back on his neck. He never slept without it.

He layed down on the bed, wondering if doing so would put out the lights. He was right as the lights dimmed until they were completely gone, almost as if they were never there. He fell to sleep as the thoughts of the day ran through his head. Little did he know his adventures were about to become more exciting.

[Safer]

Alrighty. We're going to work on Telling Sentences vs. Showing Sentences now.

Which of these sounds better to you?

"He was sweaty. His eyes burned. He could hardly breathe as he turned the corner."

OR...

"Sweat dripped from his brow, not doing much to cool him off despite its purpose. The grease from his hair mingled with his sweat and dribbled into his eyes, causing them to burn, and as if things couldn't get any worse, his asthma made it hard to breathe as he ran."

Unless you are mentally impaired (which I'll assume you're not), the obvious choice is the second one, which is a Showing Sentence. As you might've guessed, the top choice is a Telling Sentence, which only TELLS us what's happening. A Showing Sentence SHOWS us what's going on, as in, it paints a picture in our minds.

Now... for your next lesson, we're going to work on this. Have your character wander about the Dome out of boredom or hunger, or something of the like. Eventually, have him stumble on a door that leads him to a huge hedge maze under a deep overcast sky. At the entrance to the maze, your character sees a small glowing orb of light which then dashes into the maze. A voice from above calls out to your character, telling him to follow the orb; your character does so. The orb will lead your character through the maze. Throughout the maze, the hedges are trimmed in decorative ways, and many different types of animals frolic in the hedges. The orb also has it's own personality, giggling and jumping about like a fairy.

Your job as a writer is to describe ALL of this with as many showing sentences as you can. Be sure to include how your character reacts to all of this.

I'll let a few telling sentences slide, but try and be as intricate with your wording as possible. End your post with your character emerging at the end of the maze where he finds a huge fountain.

Oh, and by the way, a hint with writing showing sentences is to avoid linking verbs, e.g., words like be, am, is, are, was, were, has been, are being, might have been, etc.

Remember, if you need any help at all, I'm a PM away.

[moblin massacre]

Xitra had awoken with a pain of hunger in his stomach, witch was what had aroused him from his slumber. His clutched his stomach and looked around, spotting something on the desk. It was a golden lid on top of a plate, also golden.

He removed the blankets from on top of himself and stepped off the bed on which he had slept the night, or what seemed the night. Whatever magic was in the walls of this place that made twenty feet fit into three he would probably never know. As his feet hit the floor, the light that had been so very bright when he had first entered gradually brightened, like a sun from a sun rise to midday, letting his eyes adjust to the light at there own paces.

He walked to the golden lid which lay on the desk, lifting it to discover food. A steak to be specific. He set the lid aside, finding a fork next to the slab of juicy meat. He picked up the plate and fork and walked back over to the bed, only the bed was no longer there. In its stead was a golden table, a round one with runes etched around the sides, and a single golden chair next to it. He looked at it for a moment, but decided his hunger was his main problem at the moment. He pulled out the chair cautiously, but cursed his own silliness and placed the plate he was holding in front of him and ate his fill.


“That steak was delicious,” said Xitra too himself. And indeed it was. It had tasted like it had been marinated not only for one night, but five. Its flavor was huge, fine cuisine for even a king to enjoy. He pushed himself away from the table, getting up and grabbing the clothes that he had left on the bed side table.

When he turned away from the table to grab them, then turning back, there was yet another change in his environment. The table had once again been replaced by a bed, freshly made as if by a made. The plate was also gone, along with the lid he had left on the desk. For a split second he had contemplated the idea that he was indeed going completely insane, but quickly dismissed it. If was going to go insane, it would have been a long time ago.

He dressed himself in all his clothes and armor, tightening the straps and buckling the belts. He gave the green medallions around his neck a final rub and headed for the door. The knob turned in his grip and the door opened.

Outside in the hallway the doors were still only three feet from each other. He walked toward the door he had gone through the Domerii the day before and into the main lobby. Nobody was in the huge space, save for a few people walking aimlessly. The ceiling seemed darker than before and the lights had been dimmed significantly, making everything a dark golden color.

He walked toward the center, or what seemed the center, of the Dome and found himself at a strange wood that he could not see around. The golden tile floor had given way to dirt and plants, until it came to a wall of trees. He looked into the trees and all he could see was darkness, though he knew something dwelled within for he could hear sounds, from deep growls to strange clucks of a cuckoo. Then he saw something going through the trees, weaving through them like a needle darts through the densely packed threads. It was glowing, a blood red color, nd heading is way fast.

Xitra ducked just in time to miss the flying light from hitting his skull, then ducking a second time as a claw reached out following the light. It was a pitch black with fur around it, and Xitra had to jump out of the way, hitting the floor, before it could cleave of a slice of his face. The claw retreated into the darkness, a growling noise going slowly away. Then the death cries of a cuckoo shortly afterward. Whatever the thing was it would not go to bed hungry.

Xitra turned around, still on the floor from is incident with the claw, saw that the light was on the floor. He crawled to it. He worked out what might have happened. The creature must have been chased by whatever had belonged to the claw earlier and had escaped barely.

He eventually crawled close enough to see it was a fairy, a small person about a foot tall, with wings that gave off the red glow of light. It was dressed in a sewed together collection of leaves that looked like they had come from a tree in autumn. It was female, with short red hair and a curvy figure that any woman would be jealous of. She looked badly hurt, its eyes closed in pain and tiredness. It was breathing heavily, her chest moving up and down in at uneven intervals. She was hurt badly. Her eyes opened slightly, her breathing still erratic. Xitra grinned happily at the creatures safe return to consciousness. Her breathing stopped, and Xitra knew, thanks to a technique he learned during his time with the Sheikah, what she was about to do before she did it. She flexed her muscles and popped up to her feet, drawing a dagger from her belt and pointing it at Xitra in a defensive maneuver.

Xitra stayed where he was, knowing that a fairy could be easily startled, even though he was partly startled himself. Fairies usually didn’t carry weapons, but guessed that the red wasn’t only a fashion statement. The Gerudos were a very tanned race, almost red in comparison to Hylians, and were prone to some violence, which sadly wasn’t biased or exaggerated very much. Maybe the same was for fairies. He began to speak to the poor creature:

“Be still little one. I will not harm you. Your attacker is gone.” The fairy stood her ground, apparently oblivious to what he said. Xitra thought for a second that she might not speak Hylian, but then the fairy looked behind Xitra and saw that the creature with the claw was gone.

She suddenly dropped the knife she was holding and fainted. Xitra reacted quickly and put his had under her before she could hit the floor, and picking up the knife, stood up. He began to run to his room at a full pace, being careful not to jostle his rider too much to make her injuries worse.

He reached his room shortly. He placed her on his desk and used a short stack of papers as a bed for her to rest on. He then used an unusually small pad of paper that was sticky on one side of each slip as a pillow. He took off his sheathes and armor, throwing them on the bed so as too not hinder his movement. He began to work on helping the small fairy to overcome her wounds. He noticed that she was sweating and remembered that was a sign of a fever. He tore off a small strip of cloth from his shirt and wetted in a small goblet of cool water he saw on the bed side table. He then folded it and placed it on her head, the water trickling down the sides and began to bled into the paper.

She turned around and looked at Xitra between slitted eyes, watching him begin to get ready for the long night that would follow trying to help her any way he could. Her eyes closed once more, laying down onto her back and falling into a slumber.

(OoC= As an after note, I know that I did not meet the requirments for your assignement, but It kinda teered off in the middle. I will get to it soon though. BiC)

[Safer]

VERY good. You've improved a lot! I just have two problems...

Your showing sentences throughout the post were great, but this paragraph was ENTIRELY composed of telling sentences:

He reached his room shortly. He placed her on his desk and used a short stack of papers as a bed for her to rest on. He then used an unusually small pad of paper that was sticky on one side of each slip as a pillow. He took off his sheathes and armor, throwing them on the bed so as too not hinder his movement. He began to work on helping the small fairy to overcome her wounds. He noticed that she was sweating and remembered that was a sign of a fever. He tore off a small strip of cloth from his shirt and wetted in a small goblet of cool water he saw on the bed side table. He then folded it and placed it on her head, the water trickling down the sides and began to bled into the paper.

For consistency reasons, don't let little nasty errors like that appear. Make sure you're constantly sticking to the way you are writing. The other problem I had was that you still have quite a few grammatical and spelling errors; try and make sure you fix those in future posts.

Now, for your next post, have my character, Orysius, find your character in his (your character's) room. Have Orysius speak as little as possible when you introduce him, because the focus should be on your character, not mine. Be sure though, to have Orysius explain that he is your character's teacher. ALSO... make sure Orysius says that someone wants to meet your character in the Dome's cafeteria. At that, have Orysius leave the room. Afterwards, have your character go to meet this person in the cafeteria.

When your character arrives in the cafeteria, have him get some food and then sit down to eat. After munching for a bit, a hooded warrior sits down to join him and begins to talk with him. What your character and this warrior talk about is entirely up to you, as is the warrior's personality. This is the person that wanted to meet your character, by the way. End your post where you feel their conversation ends, but do not have either of them rise from their seats just yet.

Throughout your next post (and all of your posts anywhere, I hope), try and have just as many showing sentences as you did in the previous lesson!

[moblin massacre]

Xitra awoke with a start from the desk. He had been leaning on it all night and his left face hurt like Zelda’s own nursemaid had pinched every square inch of it. He looked around, spotting the short stack of papers he had used to put the fairy on last night and sat up and stretched.

Then, his eyes shot open as he noticed the bed was missing a fairy. He looked around for it everywhere on the desk, opening all the drawers on the desk, looking excruciatingly for any sign of the small creature. He stood up to look else where in the room when he heard a small laugh, like one you would hear from a librarian when she finds your choices of books funny. He reached for his weapons, and then remembered that he had thrown them aside the night before, not wanting them to get in the way of him helping the fairy, deciding he would have to use hand to hand combat.

Spinning around, he threw aside the chair and readied himself for an attack. What he saw was an entirely different image of what he thought he would see. He expected to see a big man who looked extremely violent, but all he got was a scrawny blond headed man with a single, though big, sword on his belt. He was wearing entirely black with a long sleeved leather robe and black leather pants. He also wore glasses of some sort, something that Xitra could take to slightly impair him if it came to fisticuffs.

Before Xitra had a chance to speak, a small red creature appeared over the mans shoulder. It was the fairy that Xitra had helped last night, and it looked fully restored to its original spastic attitude that fairies had about them. It jumped from the mans shoulder and toward Xitra, using its wings as her arc began to descend, darting forward and side to side. Once the thing reached Xitra it hugged him briefly, then flew back to the stranger. Xitra thought of why the fairy would be with him, racking his brain until the answer popped up. The man was friendly. He relaxed his position and then waited for the man to speak. When he didn't Xitra began to ask the questions.

"Who are you?" Xitra, despite the fact that the fairy seemed to like the stranger, did not completely trust the 'Stranger' as Xitra had dubbed him without knowing it. He crossed his arms, waiting for the answer.

"My name is Orysius, your teacher of the arts of battle while you are here in this, for the lack of a better word, school." So it's a school. Xitra thought about it for a second, then remembering what the Domerii had said before, "I will procure a teacher for you," that was what the thing had said before, and why it had taken so long was surprising to Xitra, it could walk through the walls for Nayru's sake.

"So you’re the teacher that the critter spoke of?" Xitra adopted the voice of a rancher he had met before, just to try to conceal his true nationality. The only reason for it, two actually, was one, the man had alcohol on his breath, and two, Orysius's ears were round. He must be Gerudo and snuck in. If I play my cards right, he might stay alive. Xitra chuckled in his head at the last remark. He wasn't a comedian, but he had a sense of humor. A strange sense of humor, but still, he knew what was funny.

"You can cut the charade Xitra Hynin, adoptive son of Gregory the Sheikah, half-Hylian boy warrior." Xitra was surprised to hear what he just said. He racked his brain for an explanation, but only one came to his head. He is working with the Domerii for certain. They themselves said they had a mind reading device in the gate, so that must be where he got the information. Then he noticed that he didn’t have that all year tan of most Gerudos. What was he?

"Good, that hurt my throat. What do you want from me now, or is this just introductions for the school year?" Xitra chuckled again, but under his breath. He loosened his muscles and limbered his stance even more. He almost had a cramp in his right leg from how long he had them tense.

"That’s not very funny, why are you laughing?" Orysius looked at Xitra with a slightly cocked eyebrow. Xitra's heart skipped a beat. How did he know I laughed, I barely even did. He could maybe know that future sight that I know, but I'm the only one for miles who could possibly have gotten the same training as from the Sheikahs. Maybe they aren't the only ones who have the technique?

"Wow, you really know your stuff, and that little chuckle after your last sentence wasn't very well placed either." Now it was Orysius's turn to be surprised, but if he did Xitra only saw a hint of it. Orysius stayed limber, but his left arm tensed slightly, his heart getting a jolt from the skipped beat and the resulting jump had made his arm move, but nothing else.

"Wow, you have that little technique too, huh? Not so secret is it," Orysius spoke as if to himself, but to Xitra's ears it was as clear as day. "Well, small world, or worlds if that is what you prefer."

"Why are you surprised, the Domerii didn't tell you that to? And what do you mean worlds?" Xitra cocked an eyebrow. That was no slip of the tongue.

"I mean there is not just Hyrule out there in the black abyss of space." Orysius began to walk to the desk that Xitra had used to nurse the fairy that was currently behind Orysius's back, witch Xitra got another look at when Orysius walked past. The man placed his hand on the golden wood, sliding his fingers along the surface.

"I suppose this is wet because you helped my friend last night from the cougar?" Xitra could only stand there, wondering how Orysius knew, but got out a "yes" so he could hear Orysius more.

"How long has it been sense your last frolic in the woods?" Xitra kept looking at the man with the fairy on his shoulder, and was about to answer his question with a "never have", but saw that the fairy was whispering in Orysius's ear.

"So that's when he found you?" The fairy nodded, and whispered into Orysius's ear again. The man in black turned toward Xitra, walking toward the door. Reaching for the handle, he stopped, letting his arm fall to his side.

"By the way, another of the students here would like to see you in the cafeteria. It's a no combat zone, so leave your weapons and armor on your bed when you go there." Orysius reached once more for the door, stopped again, this time keeping the hand on the knob.

"Hurry Din, I don't want you stuck in a room like last time." Xitra thought he was talking about the goddess Din of his homeland, but he noticed the fairy was not on Orysius's shoulder. He looked to the fairy still on the desk, still glowing like a candle, fastening the belt and dagger he had taken the night before onto her waist. Hearing Orysius's words, she flew off the table to Orysius's shoulder. Once the fairy was secure, he opened the door and left, closing the doorway without a single creak on the hinge.

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Five minutes after the meeting with the teacher, Xitra was once again outside the room he called 'home' and in the main lobby. The usual throng of warriors was bustling as usual, and Xitra even caught a glimpse of men, and a few women, entering through gates that looked just as Xitra's. He stared for a moment, watching them. For a split second he blinked, and upon opening his eyes found that the door was gone from the wall they had just seemingly been attached to.
He continued through the crowd almost mindlessly, searching for the cafeteria he had been told to visit by Orysius. Asking where the place was could be very bad, others seeing Xitra as weak or stupid could be possibly fatal. Then who would the person who wanted to meet him talk to?

After about three minutes Xitra went to the outside wall to think, leaning on it to rest his legs. There should have been a sign or something. I wonder where the Domerii are at times like this. . .

"Right here." A small pink sphere like head of a Domerii came out of the wall almost going through Xitra's arm. Xitra was startled, almost jumping into the crowd and getting trampled, but before he could that feeling of being frozen was going through his body. He stopped moving before the numbness had gotten to his feet.

"I wouldn't do that Mr. Hynin. The medics here can fix you, but it would take longer than the usual stab wound." Xitra, still frozen, began to levitate toward the wall. Once back on the ground, the numbness left his limbs and he could once again move them.

"The cafeteria is this way Mr. Hynin. Follow me." The Domerii that had come out the wall began to levitate toward the center of the coliseum of a building. Xitra followed without question, knowing that the Domerii hadn’t shown hostility to him since he had come to the crazy place of twenty-feet fitting in three and other things of the magic sort. Back home almost no one can actually use magic, and even those who do can’t use it very well.

After three minutes of walking through the crowd, literally floating through for the small Domerii, Xitra was brought through a large archway into another large room. Other than the lobby that they entered from, Xitra could actually see the other end of room. Long golden tables of wood ran the length of the long room, resting on golden tiles, golden chairs tucked neatly in with almost another hundred people sitting in the others eating something or another. Xitra began to realize that he had lost his traveling companion.

Looking through the hall, Xitra still couldn’t see the small being. Deciding that searching would be hopeless with everyone else there, even if they were sitting down, he continued on through to the other side where a line had formed. Everyone was without armor, no leather, steel, or other defenses were to be counted. A sudden bizzzt went through the air behind him. Turning around he saw a man with a robe on him and no protection to be seen. The man was lying face down wearing a dark purple robe and black boots. The hood he had been wearing fell form his scalp. Another person, whom Xitra could not see well seemingly to be Orysius because of a small red light floating around him, walked to the fallen one. Upon opening the man’s robe, he saw small daggers held in place by belts. Orysius was correct when saying that the place was a no combat zone.

Xitra continued on, keeping his eyes straight ahead and not looking to the sides. He went to the line that had gathered and saw it led to a window in the wall. Trying to assimilate as best as possible, he went to the end and waited quietly. Another minute passed as the line moved forward. Another few people joined the line, a few left the line. Soon though, Xitra got to the window and was handed a small tray with a few items on it. Once receiving it, he walked to a lonely looking seat and sat down, not even looking at his food.

Once seated he stayed still for a few seconds, then looked at the things on the tray. One item that immeadeatly caught his attention was a small box that looked like a strange bird cage he had once seen at a dignitary’s palace. He remembered because the bird inside wouldn’t shut up. He picked it up, feeling the coldness of some liquid inside. Holding it up to his ears, he shook it, listening to the sloshing inside. It was milk. He tried to read the symbols on it, but he was quickly discouraged because the runes were in a language he couldn’t understand. He looked at the other items. There was a small rectangular napkin that looked like it would unfold if he wished, and a fork and knife. Both of them were some kind of white material, and upon testing the durability, or just bending it, saw it wasn’t very sturdy. The no combat zone thing, thought Xitra, shaking his head at the thought. He would have to enjoy the meal with half a fork. In a bowl of the same material as the fork and knife, there was leaf like vegetables in pieces, some tomatoes thrown in as well. A salad on the side sounds nice, Xitra almost smiled sarcastically. The main course was a small piece of meat in the center of the tray. Marinated steak, if only I knew how to open that container of milk. Picking up the knife and half a fork, Xitra began to dig into the slab of meat.
* * *
Xitra was finished with the meat and salad soon after starting. Only a few bits of green leaves and tomato juice remained, along with the sauce from the steak. The napkin was a bit dirty, and the fork looked as if it were about to bust again. The knife had been little help, the edges so dull that Xitra had to use almost enough pressure to break that too. The container still stayed were it was, only a bit warmer than what it was before. Still unopened it mocked Xitra’s ingenuity, but the marination of the steak satisfied Xitra’s needs for liquid.

Five men past Xitra while he was eating his meal. One of them seemed to stop, but he was just talking to another person quietly. He waited a while after eating his meal, staying for the person who wished to see him. Another few passed him, one bigger than the last, until another figure in a gray full-body robe went past him, but returned again only a few seconds later. Xitra turned to face the stranger standing behind him. It was a full body robe, but not big enough to conceal telling features. The person was about five feet tall, and wore a loose belt along the waist. The buckle was golden, along with rings used for notches. The robe covered the feet, but he could tell from the movement that the stranger was wearing high heels. Woman, thought Xitra immeadeatly, he looked at her hands to confirm, but the nails were clipped just as a mans would be, so he looked to the shape, slender and looked and a bit pasty. Feminine. He looked at her face and sure enough the shadows obscured the top of her face like a mask, but her lips were a light pink and slender like her hands. Definitely female.

“So are you the one who wished to see me?” Xitra leaned backward so his back rested on the table, waiting for the reply.

“I am right now, aren’t I,” The woman sat down next to Xitra, and then pointed at his milk container, ”Are you going to drink that?” Xitra shook his head, and upon seeing that she took his milk carton and took one side of the top, using her fingers to pry the two sides apart. Then she folded them back so it looked like an arrow, pushing the protruding ends toward the point. An opening appeared where she was pushing and Xitra slightly blushed. If he could have understood the runes that probably would have been obvious to do.

She pushed back her hood and Xitra could now see her face. Her hair was in a bob cut, brown and straight. Her complection was that of a teenager, so Xitra thought she was about his age. Her nose was straight and short, and her eyes were not too narrow and not too far apart. She could almost be mistaken for Zelda herself. Once pulling back the hood, she actually chugged the m ilk. Only a little pilled over the side, but it still surprised him how quickly it was gone.

“They never put enough in these things.” She shook her head and chuckled at that, then she turned to Xitra, coking an eyebrow when she saw him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Xitra realized his mouth was open. He closed it quickly and almost bit his tongue.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Xitra said quickly to change the subject.

“I just needed to wish Orysius’s new victim– er, a student good luck.” She quickly smiled and blushed, but Xitra was smarter than that.

“What do you mean a victim?” Xitra’s interest was piqued.

“You haven’t heard? Almost none of the students have beaten his tests, including when you have to fight him when he sees you have earned that privilege.” She looked in the milk carton once more and took another quick swig of what had collected at the bottom.

“And who has beaten him?” Xitra didn’t really worry about what she said, but it wasn’t too much to ask.

“Some prince, an animal of some kind, a few others, and a Sheikan man named Gregory.” Xitra’s heart almost skipped a beat at the last name.

“Gregory? As in my father the greatest mercenary warrior in the world Gregory.”

“I believe that was his job, yes. He’s your dad?” The woman coked an eyebrow again.

“Would I lie to you, miss. . . . ?”

“Carmile, miss Hadry Carmile. And don’t call me misses unless you want a broken jaw.” Hadry raised a playful fist after placing the carton in her hand on the table, smiling. Both of them laughed like old friends.

“How did you figure out how to open these, what do you call them . . . Cartons?” He picked up the empty container of milk and shook it slightly.

“The letters on it don’t transfer to your world? It’s called ‘English’ and it originated on the planet ‘Earth’. Same as my teacher. When the Domerii had decided to put in a cafeteria here, she suggested to use the milk cartons from her world as cups, as you well know there are no weapons permitted in here. Someone could have made something out of metal like these cups so this was the best choice.” Hadry leaned back in her chair on the back to legs and placed her feet on the table.

“What do you mean ‘transfer’?” Xitra looked at her with a coked eyebrow once more.

“Well, let me put it simply. Sometimes languages and knowledge leak into other worlds by interconnected people. In fact, on Earth there is a man who lives in a country called ‘Miyamoto’ who is a hot spot of activity. He even picked up on the legend of the hero of time on his first journey of his many incarnations. Something you should know about.” She looked at Xitra with a smile dancing across her lips. All Xitra could do was look astonished.

“Are you okay,” said Hadry, “Your mouth is hanging open. . . .”

The two talked for almost two hours until Hadry looked upon a small device on her wrist. She explained it was a ‘watch’ and was a gift from her teacher. Leaving, she wished Xitra good luck with Orysius and bid him adue. Xitra also retired for the night, leaving the cafeteria to his room, never once bumping into a single beast bumbling through the foliage or claws going at him through the night.

[Safer]

Good, good. I'm bumping you up to Advanced. I don't know what lesson to assign you just yet, so hold tight for a bit.

[Safer]

*shameless double post*

Alright, here's what I want you to do for the next lesson:

Whatever you want. Go crazy. Free-write. This'll get me knowing whether or not anything I've taught you has stuck.

[moblin massacre]

“For the sake of argument, this will tell you what exactly?”

“Well Xitra, I thought it would be obvious. I want to test how will you think under pressure. Hic.”

“By drinking alcohol?”

“It’s what you do after.” Orysius took another swig from the bottle in his hand.

“You do realize how old I am right, right?”

“I wouldn’t know you never tell me, you should tell people things more often than you do. Ah, fine beverage this is.” Another swig from the bottle, emptying it to the last minuscule drop. Orysius dropped it on the floor of Xitra’s room, almost squishing Din who had just barely flew out of the way and proceeded to shake a fist at Orysius for being so careless.

“Besides,” Orysius said wiping away what he could from his mouth, “It’s not for you, you need to think clearly for my first test.”

“You know, you should tell people things more often than you do. For instance, what is the test that your going to be using on me.” Xitra stood from his chair, already equipped with his hard leather vest and Sheakah swords.

Orysius also stood, calling to Din before walking to the door and opening it.

“Well, you should come and see, shouldn’t you.” Xitra walked forward but was stopped by Orysius’s outstretched hand. “You won’t be needing those.” Orysius gestured toward Xitra’s swords and left the room without him.

***

“Oh my--” Xitra had to put a hand over his mouth before he could let out a squeal. It was books. Many books; Thousands upon thousands of books, neatly stacked in bookshelves that seemed to go on forever, and may well have if his past experiences had anything to say about it. Orysius went to a table with six chairs, took out one and sat on it. When Xitra was able to compose himself he walked over to Orysius.

“Was that it?” Xitra cocked an eyebrow, and looked around the library. In keeping with the coloration of everything else, the shelves were gold, the chairs gold, the tables gold, and only the books themselves had different colors of brown and blue.

“Well, yes and no. I wanted to see how well you like books. The real test is much more difficult.” Orysius pulled out a stop watch, also gold, and started counting down.

“Five, four, three, two, and . . . .” Xitra barely ducked an arrow witch flew straight through were his head had been only a few moments before.

“What the hell was that!?” Xitra grabbed Orysius’s collar only to hear three words.

“Three, two, and. . . .” Xitra barely dodged another arrow that seemed to come from nowhere. The shaft hit one of the shelves with a thunk, then disappeared.

“I’d hurry, you only have ten seconds between shots. Two, and. . . .”

Another shaft barely missed by Xitra, but seemed to go right through Orysius’s head.

“Don’t worry, I’m safe, but if you want the arrows to stop, find the right book.” Orysius stood up and walked away from Xitra . “Duck.”

Another arrow dodged, this time almost piercing the skin.

“Which book is the right one?!” Xitra was crouched under the table now.

“Well, that would be cheating. Farewell Xitra, if only you had your arms, eh?” A thunk on the table and the sound of splintering wood cut out some of what Orysius said, but Xitra could see the extra emphases on farewell and arms Orysius had put when the muscles around his lungs tensed. If only he knew what that meant.

[Safer]

Alright, all of this is well and good. Upon reviewing this lesson and the one before it, I have noticed that while your telling sentences are very good, you are still falling prey to very simple mistakes.

First of all, thoughts should always be italicized.

Next, you are misspelling a few words. Always run your posts through a spell checker (there are online ones if you don't have Word) before posting.

Try to catch yourself making careless mistakes, such as:

“Five, four, three, two, and . . . .” Xitra barely ducked an arrow witch flew straight through were his head had been only a few moments before.

Of course, those bolded words should be "which" and "where."

For this next lesson, I want you to finish the "test" you started, and then have Orysius depart for now. Then, have Xitra find his way (by coincidence, not looking for it) to a door that opens to reveal a giant beach before a seemingly endless ocean. Have Xitra explore it, and then have him find a cave in a coastal cliff. End your post as Xitra enters the cave.

[moblin massacre]

Five dozen more arrows had nearly hit Xitra in the brain-box, five others giving him a scratch on his hands, and one hitting his amulet which both worried him and gave more proof that there was a power in the trinket. Ducking under the tables when he could and from time to time using the books, though it pained him to do so, as temporary shields. Once the arrow had hit, he carefully put back each one before continuing onward through the aisles.

What did he mean when he spoke to me? Trying to piece together Orysius’s cryptic words while in his situation was very trying, but Xitra would have to manage. He probably put a shield on the entrance, so I may not be able to leave. ‘Farewell Xitra, if only you had you arms, eh?’ What did he mean by that. Then the idea struck him. Why Orysius had put so much emphasis on Farewell and Arms. That explained why the test was in a library. It’s the title of a book!

Xitra ran down the aisles as quickly as he could, using his future sight to see all of the details on the covers of the books, every letter, scanning for those saving pages rather than the twitch of a muscle. Finally, at the section of F’s, which would have been a surprising sight to someone with the time to look at it, was where Xitra found what Orysius had been hinting at before. ‘A Farewell to Arms’ was sitting wedged between ‘Farewell to Aron’ and ‘Farewell to Armstrong Louis’. Xitra touched it as another arrow flew straight for his head. Not having time to dodge the flying shaft, Xitra put all his hopes into his guess being correct. And it was. The shaft disappeared in air inches away from his head and seconds away from his death. Xitra was sure his sigh of relief could blow even a deaf man’s eardrum.

Taking the book off the shelf and carrying it with him, just incase that was the only thing between him a sudden acupuncture on steroids (with tiny little heads), he walked toward what he hopped was the exit. Following the letters on the shelves from F to A, he successfully made his way back to the front desk, with a smiling Orysius leaning on the golden wood. Xitra resisted the urge to throttle him right then and there, but remembered what Cadry from the cafeteria had said about ‘victim.’ He put the book down on the table, inches from Orysius’s hand (which had been the wanted target).

“So.” Xitra looked at the still smiling Orysius, wondering whether or not to make a few dents.

“So what?”

“So did I pass?” Xitra crossed his arms and gave a our stare.

“Yup, thanks for getting this for me.” Orysius picked up the book and gave it to the Domerii that was nearest him. The creature held it in it’s pink stubs, closed its eyes for a few moments, then gave the book back to him.

“Wait a minute. Hold the Gossip Stone. You actually sent me in there to get a book so you could just check it out?!” Xitra pointed an accusing finger at Orysius’s chest.

“Well, I did learn one thing.”

“And what’s that?”

“Farewell to arms is a bit of a large book for being from Earth.” Orysius tested the weight of the book on his right hand. Xitra managed to not slam the book in Orysius’s face by remembering it would probably dent the book.

* * *

“No Dad, I didn’t take the sweets. . . .” Xitra was tossing in the bed, clutching the comforter in what would have been a death grip on something living.

“I pulled the cow but it wouldn’t move daddy.” The small device on Xitra’s night-stand made a loud ringing and vibrated off of the stand and onto the floor, still ringing like there was no tomorrow. Xitra’s eyes popped open from his slumber and his grip on the blanket loosened. The fabric flew away from his hand like a bow string letting an arrow loose across the battle-field. Barely conscious and un-covered, Xitra hefted himself out of his position and set his feet on the kept warm floor. Clutching his head in his hands, he tried to remember his dreams from the night before. Nothing coming to his mind from the depths, he stood and dressed himself.

Outside, he walked among the almost drowning crowd of newcomers and current stays. Taking a look over at the entrance wall (or what Xitra perceived to be the entrance), Xitra saw others arriving through the golden doors. Wondering how they were organized by the Domerii, Xitra continued to explore the large lobby.

Almost an hour later, Xitra walked to the cafeteria, walking into the line a taking a seat at the end of the third or forth table once he had gotten his tray. After leaving (and breaking the plastic fork and mucking up opening the carton of milk) Xitra walked back into the lobby and continued his exploration. Soon, though, he found a door that he could hear the sounds of the ocean through. Twisting the knob, Xitra pushed the golden door open, and walked through.

* * *

Xitra walked along the beach, taking in the salty air and kicking the sand, picking up shells as he went, wondering if he could make a trinket, or even a charm out of them if he found someone who could use magic. Placing a new spiraling shell he found into his pocket, Xitra found a cave inland, and walked into it. Seeing how dark it was, Xitra exited the cave and used one of his swords to chop down a small tree. Then, he made some small niches in the wood after stripping it of the bark and made smaller strands. Then he wrapped the strands around the small makeshift torch, lighting it with some flint in his pocket. Entering the cave again, he held it above his head, allowing the light to reach farther down the tunnel. He continued on.

* * *

After almost an hour of walking, the sounds of the beach had grown weak and eventually stopped almost forty minutes ago, the salty smell leaving thirty minutes ago. Ten minutes ago, Xitra realized that he had been going downhill for most of the trip. And no, he could hear a drip noise from ahead of him. Continuing his walk, he eventually found a path that lead into an extremely large cave.

[P.]

Hello. I, P, am going to be taking over your lessons for the time-being. I am teaching Xitra with Timaeus.

I have noticed you are quite talented, and your posts read well, putting the few grammatical errors aside. You also work quite quickly.

I'd like you to go through that post and proofread it - this should take an hour, if you know what you're looking for. Do some more of those Showing Sentences Safer mentioned earlier, added to that post, and the post I am going to request you make.

Assignment: Timaeus will be sitting on rock at the centre of the cave, his wings spread out behind him. Before he can even make sense of the situation, Timaeus will have appeared behind Xitra's back, knocked him down, and reappeared back on the stone, even more peaceful than he was before. Timaeus will request Xitra to fight him.

1,437 words: exactly.

[moblin massacre]

OOC: Jeezum Crow! 1,437 words, exactly? All rights, I’ll try, don’t say I didn't. BIC.

Xitra held the torch higher above his head, and could not see the ceiling, even with his great vision. Looking around, Xitra noticed a small beach around him made of large pebbles that extended past the reach of his torches’ light. Being inventive. Xitra stuck the bottom of the torch on the tip of one of his swords, lifting the torch higher and letting the light reach farther, but he could still not see the other side. Deciding to be explorative (and I know I made that word up) Xitra walked along one of the beaches until he got all the way around. Leaving a small pile of stones to make sure that he knew which cave he came from, he took the left path, and walked for possibly 10 minutes before he stopped to wonder at the immensity of the cave.

“Wow. Amazing this place must be huge!. It’s unprecedented. What am I saying? This is inside of a building that makes three feet turn into twenty. This is nothing.” After realizing he was talking to himself, Xitra clamped his mouth shut and kept moving. Eventually, he came to an outcrop of rock that seemed to run straight into the water. Leaving another pile of stones where he left the beach, he walked along the peer and drank some water from a canteen he kept in his bag. Capping the canteen, he continued for a while longer, still unable to see the ceiling. Eventually, Xitra could no longer see the walls that had been there before, like friends comforting a scared partner.

Before Xitra had even walked for ten minutes, Xitra heard the beat of wings. Drawing out one sword and holding the torch in another, Xitra continued on, the beating becoming stronger and more detailed.

Those are feathered wings, pretty big ones. Please don’t be a Helmaroc, please, oh please don’t be a Halmaroc.

Continuing on, Xitra began to notice that the room was becoming brighter and brighter as he went, and soon he had reached the end of the peer. Xitra blew out the torch as it was unneeded and then put it in his bag, using his now free hand to draw the other sword. About ten feet away from the end of the peer was a man sitting on a rock facing away from him with a small blue shield that looked like it had small razors along the sides. He was wearing a robe checkered black and white, and long black hair on a pale head. He also had two wings, ten feet long each. Xitra’s first instinct was to put down his weapons in the presence of an angel, but resisted when he felt a vibe of chaos and inner torment on the spiritual level.

Suddenly, the creature disappeared. Before Xitra could react, he was hit in the side by a flat blunt force. Xitra hit the ground hard, losing a grip on one of his swords and almost losing it over the edge. Managing to get to it before it fell to the depths, Xitra stood up, looking around for the creature, but finding that it was back on the rock, facing away from him again. The vibe of inner chaos had lessened some how.

“My name is Timaeus. Fight me.” The creature was not human, and most likely force too powerful for Xitra to handle alone. He ran.

OOC: Oh, drama, how I love it so. Sorry about the wait. I feels like its been years since I've been here. No idea what made me leave.