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[spoiler=Painting 7: Writing Lines *or* An Old Foe returns!]

“Useless piece of…” Vladdy grumbled as he very nearly threw the fainted Matthew onto his bed. Melody watched, smilingly slightly. Vladdy turned to Melody, looking slightly annoyed. “Do you ever stop smiling?” He snapped. Melody glanced down.

“I-I just have to. Showing pain is not something I do.” Vladdy’s expression softened into something people in the ‘60’s would refer to as ‘an Ultra Sultry’ look.

“And if someone is killed around you? Could you keep smiling though that?”

Melody’s smile wavered. “I’m usually the one who’s getting hurt. Nobody notices me.” Vladdy’s expression was now sickeningly romantic.

“I’ve noticed you. And what I see is an fantastic girl.” Melody flushed slightly.

“I’m not a fantastic anything.” There was a small pause. Vladdy stepped closer, and Melody backed away.

“Don’t you think you’re coming on a bit too strong?” Matthew asked. Both of the artists whirled around to look at Matthew, reclining and looking at them, his arms behind his head and the picture of ease. Melody took this as a chance to put a bit more distance between herself and Vladdy. Vladdy growled at Matthew.

“What’s it to ya?” He asked.

“I don’t want anything…bad going on in my home, is that clear? Melody? I want you to go for a walk. Vladdy? You’re going to write lines for me.” The two looked dumbfounded at him. “What?”

“You sound like a teacher.” Vladdy proclaimed.

“I’ll make you write an essay if you don’t sit down and write: ‘I’m sorry I invaded Melody’s personal bubble,’ about…oh, four hundred times.”

Melody slipped out in the resulting fisticuffs. She slipped down the rope ladder and out into the nighttime air. Starting off in a rather random direction, she found a nice sunny spot and raised her face to the light, enjoying it.

 

“Well…aren’t we a little…comfortable?” Melody tried not to look too disturbed as she whipped around and found the man from Artwood behind her, his cloak wrapped tightly around him.

“I’m fine, thanks.” She muttered, fingering her brush in her pocket.

“Don’t be scared…I haven’t done anything…yet.” He grinned slightly. He then stepped back and looked straight ahead as his shadow curled around his neck.

“Where is Kronos?” Claude asked, once again in his shadow form.

“Kronos…I haven’t a clue.” The man stomped his foot, and the tree’s branches above them closed, eliminating any shadow the man had. Claude appeared a few feet away from his opponent, as the man’s cloak fell off, it was revealed he was a teenager, maybe 17, wearing a rather torn-up pair of jeans and shirt that was in tatters. His bare toes poked out from one of his shoes, the soles of them barely attached to the shoe proper, and his hair was lanky, greasy and hung limp and blonde against his forehead.

“Tch…You’re good.” Claude adopted his brush into his standard long-sword.

Melody scrambled away from the fight. The man was behind her in an instant. Holding his hand out to her ankle, he spoke slowly.

“You will not leave…or…bad things…will occur.” Melody stood on her newly revived foot.

Claude grinned. “Are you done conversing with your little girlfriend over there or do I have to force you back into the fight?” He rushed at the man, slashing madly. The man took his own, brown brush and without further ado, lifted it, the brush transforming into two sickles. The swords clashed violently, with a shriek of metal upon metal. And then the adversaries where apart.

“Jeez, Melody. I leave you alone for three seconds and you’re already in a fight.” Matthew dropped down from a tree, in-between Claude and the man.

Claude growled. “What’re you doing here, Lord of the trees? I thought you had had it!” Matthew’s gaze passed biennially over Claude, and lingered on the man, who said nothing.

“C’mon, Melody. We’re going back.” Melody smiled.

“Thanks, Matthew.” Matthew nodded, and the two backed away, Melody looking at Claude and Matthew the man, as if daring them to make a move. They didn’t, and as the two vanished into the shrubbery, the man lowered his weapons.

“I have come for what I came to do. Good-bye, Claude. Those two will be your undoing yet.” The man turned on his heel, and disappeared. Claude stood for a time, wondering. He then set off again towards Darkwood, to find Kronos yet again.

Melody climbed up the ladder to the treehouse, which seemed to have a few more holes in it then last she visited. Vladdy was sitting at the kitchen counter, snoring over a paper that had several scattered pencil markingings of the most insulting kind.

“Hm…” Matthew picked up the sheet. “Well…Matthew is a retard, Melody is cute, Matthew is the ugliest person I know, Matthew is a slimy, flatfooted pervert, Matthew is married to a tree, Melody is hot, Matthew is a poopy-face, Matthew is…oh dear, that word’s so bad, I didn’t even know it existed.” Looking over his shoulder, Melody’s eyes widened.

“The ‘O’ in ‘Melody’ is a heart?” Melody looked down the paper, and then grimaced. “You’re right, that is a bad word.”

“The profanities continue on the backside, along with one or two comments about your…bah, you read it. It’s simply your luck to attract such a…person.” He stifled a laugh. Melody took the paper, her mouth upturned slowly into a rather evil smile…and she ripped the paper into about ten trillion pieces.

“Remind me to dump water on this hothead.” She grinned over at Matthew, yawning.

“Take the bed.” Matthew pointed to the bed with his right hand, his left adjusting a small microscope. Melody sat down in it. They where silent for a long time, then Matthew grinned, pushing away from the table.

“O.K, stay awake for this. I stole some of your hair, and your friend’s, too. It seems you all have more then the average number of chromosomes in your DNA. I analyzed it in this cheapy microscope, so I can’t see further then the number, but I believe those extra genes gives you the power to be superior physically and mentally.” He grinned in satisfaction. “I’m turning in. See you, then.” He left Melody, who barely had time to call out:

“WAIT!” Vladdy grumbled a bit, but stayed sleeping. Matthew poked his head in.

“Yeah?”

“C’mere a second. Take a look at this.” She pulled out her brush and Matthew approached. He jumped back as if burnt, hissing.

“S-s-sorry, mistress, I will be more respectful from-” Melody interrupted him by slapping him across the face.

“I’m not punishing you divinely or whatever. I want you to look at this thing and compare it to this.” She pulled out from under his pillow the brush she had seen earlier. She looked at him gravely. “Is this thing yours?”

Matthew nodded mutely, holding the blue and the green brushes in his hands, both the exact same length. The two looked each other in the eye.

“Welcome to the club, Matthew.”

 

 

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[spoiler=Painting 8: The Tarot Turns]

Life continues, even after you’ve been given a severe shock. Matthew lived with his realization that he was a bit more of an artist then he thought. The days melted into a standard routine: Matthew fed them, Vladdy sulked into the forest for most of the day, Melody tried to persuade Matthew to try and use his power, Matthew denied, although learned about the different gods from her. Vladdy came back, the two interrogated him on what he was doing, and he replied that he was doing nothing. Matthew fed them again. Vladdy hit the hay. Melody and Matthew hit the hay later, Matthew always disappearing out of the tree house. Melody and Matthew woke up. Then Vladdy woke up. Matthew fed them…

Melody woke one morning to a terrible feeling. The worst dream she had had in quite a long time…And it brought back memories, memories that, in front of her friends, it was best not to remember. But, before she could stop it, a tear rolled down her cheek, and then another, and another, leaving circular, wet marks on her pillow. Or Matthew’s, really, depending on how you looked at it. And, at the worst possible moment, the aforementioned owner of her pillow showed up, and stopped short.

“M-Melody?” She smiled, quite strongly, at him, and quit crying at once. The tears seemed to evaporate as quickly as they had come.

“Yes, Matthew?”

“Never mind that. Where…where you…crying?” He was holding a dark red rose in his hand.

“N-…Yeah. I was.” She moaned slightly to herself.

“Why…wait, it’s not my place to ask, is it?”

“No matter…” Suddenly, her face was right next to Matthew’s. He scrambled back a ways.

“Wha-Melody!”

“You promise to never tell anybody?” She asked, seriously, her dark chocolate eyes taking in every detail of Matthew’s facial expression.

“I promise.” He said, and the rose in his hand…began to open up. Just a bit. It reddened, and Melody’s eyes where drawn to it. Matthew looked down, and sighed. He figured he’d have to face it sooner or later. This was the time to let go.

“Okay. I’ve never told this to anyone else, and I intend upon keeping it that way. I’m only going to say it once, so listen close.” Matthew nodded his assent. “A long time ago, I wasn’t in Artwood. I had a mother. We would go to the park, and she would give me all kinds of advice. She never tried to date anyone. I thought she was sad about my father leaving after I wasn’t the son he wanted. When I turned seven, I was brought to Artwood. There started the worst day of my life. Halfway through the day, I got word that my mother had died of the cancer she had been fighting for years. So, now…I live by her advice, and I smile all the time, because I know she’s watching over me. I would do anything to get her back.” The two looked down for a second.

“I’m…so sorry.” Matthew said. Melody remained silent, her face slowly turning upward into a smile. Then, Melody was hugged from behind. Matthew jumped, but realized it was Vladdy.

“I didn’t know that. I’m glad you decided to tell me.” Melody was about to retort that it was kind of for Matthew, but she looked again and Matthew had gone.

 

Matthew

 

I looked out from my perch on the top of my-no, the tree. Of course, I had left so Vladdy and Melody could have an intimate moment if they wished. And, judging from the sounds I was hearing, it was quite a heated moment. Or a fight. Whichever came first? I glanced down at my tarot cards. For those of you who don’t know who these things are, they’re an ancient fortune-telling device that can be traced back to Egypt. It’s constructed sort of like a plain deck of cards, with four suits. However, these suits are: Wands, Swords, Pentacles, and Hearts. And, while having numbers 1-10, they also each have a prince, princess, queen and king. Also, we have 21 different cards, such as ‘The Fool’ or ‘The World.’ And each of these cards has a special meaning, although most of the time it’s sort of cryptic. I was mulling on a certain card, the two of hearts, when the noise of someone romping though the bushes startled me. And, right on cue, Azura came wandering out of the forest, looking completely lost. I jumped down, landing near the boy. He stepped back.

“Oh! You’re the kid from before!” He exclaimed.

“Yes, I suppose I am. Also, don’t go using your firepowers here. It may burn my-no, the forest. And that would be…environmentally unfriendly.”

“Don’t worry. My fire power stays here in the palm of my hand.” He raised his palm and…nothing happened. I raised an eyebrow, while Azura’s knitted together. He took out his brush, made all sorts of patterns in the air, and the most he got was a feeble whip of heat past my face.

“Having trouble?” I took him to the rope ladder, and Azura climbed up. The fighting stopped, almost immediately. Melody was standing, innocently smiling and nursing a cheek, while Vladdy rubbed a bruise on his arm. And everybody was here.

“So…what do we do now?” I asked, looking everybody around. Of course, I knew what I was going to do. Melody had taught me all I needed to know.

“Beat Kronos’s sorry behind.” Vladdy said without hesitation. “Azura and I are strong. We could probably do it.” Azura shook his head.

“I can’t summon fire anymore. Nor can I draw it.” Vladdy and Melody looked shocked.

“You’re kidding…right?” Melody said, tentatively.

“Nope. Wait…” He quickly drew out his brush. The fire red color had dimmed a bit, and it was now…sort of opaque, with a few rainbowish whirls in it.

“That’s the color of an opal. I saw one once in town.” I added, rather unnecessarily might I add.

“Perhaps…your element has changed. Maybe it’s wind now, you know, after meeting Azeera and all.” Melody stated, remembering the moment she had spent in Azeera’s cabin. I was feeling uneasy, like I was going to throw up.

“I guess you’re right.” Azura said. “It’ll take some practice, but maybe I can get used to the new element.” I felt myself falling down.

“Matthew?”

“What the-?”

“Hey! Get up!”

“Sleep tight, Matthew. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

 

 

To the three others, Matthew fainting wasn’t anything new. After all, he was getting used to them having powers. But they had just been talking, and no powers had been used. Melody sat down next to him with a worried look on her face, stroking his forehead. Suddenly, his breathing sputtered to life again, panting like he had ran a marathon.

“Well…” He said, in a horse voice, as if he had a deep cough. “He’s down.” He pulled himself up to a standing position, and the others noticed his eyes had changed from a warm, goldish green color to a dull gray. “I’ve decided to come at the last minute and tie up all the loose ends.” Matthew brought himself up to his full height, which was now impressive: It looked as if he had grown five inches in the space of a few seconds.

“What the”- Azura looked skeptically at what the others where already thinking of as the other Matthew.

“Bumble as much as you wish. But…I’ve come to answer any question you ask. I can…say, tell the future. Tell what the…real Matthew is planning upon doing, and explain how I came to be.” The other Matthew was very formal.

“Who are you, man?” Vladdy’s eyes narrowed. The center of attention turned to him.

“I’m…Matthew’s alter ego, of sorts. He’s lived here…” The alter ego raised his hand, and gestured around them vaguely. “All his life. So, he’s never had anyone to talk to. Never loved. And, naturally, this left some emotions in his mind without anything to do. So, these created me in his subconcious, an embodiment of love, agony, comradeship and…his powers.” He turned to Melody. “When you people came along, these emotions where…needed for functioning, giving me more power over Matthew. And that brings me here, to explain anything you ask.”

“What did you say earlier? That Matthew was planning something?” Azura asked.

“All in good time.” The alter ego shook his head.

“In order to understand Matthew’s motivation, you need to understand his visions of the future.”

“How can he know the future? It hasn’t even happened yet!” Vladdy looked at Matthew’s alter ego as if he where an idiot.

“Well, it’s not certain, but it works.” He pulled a deck of cards from his pocket, each with a nice purple design on the back, but strange, swirling images of princes and swords on the front, each one different.

“Tarot cards! My mom had a deck. She said that they might work, but it was scary when she drew something happening to my cousin and a few weeks later, he died…” Azura looked curiously at the deck. Matthew’s body plopped down on the floor, tossed the cards up, and, with the air of having practiced this a whole lot, swatted cards as they fell, into a strange symbol, sort of like a pitchfork with only two tines.

“A trick Matthew practiced when he had nothing better to do.” Matthew’s other self winked as the rest of the cards where swatted into a neat little pile. The others crowded around to see the cards. “At the base, we have the conflict between Azura, represented by strength,” The other Matthew pointed to a card with a girl on it, placing a crown on a tiger. “And Claude, represented by the Devil.” He pointed to a card with an ominous face grinning on it. “They are crossed, symbolizing they will end up best of chums at the end of this particular event in the future. However, now we are faced with a crossroads, which will eventually be decided by Vladdy, represented by the hanged man.” The card depicted a man dangling by his right ankle, his coat swinging around him. “Strength stands for…well, strength. The Devil stands for trickery, which we have experienced in Claude all too mightily, and the hanged man represents suspension between two things. You have a tough decision coming your way, Vladdy.” The aforementioned shifted from right to left uneasily. “At this point, the tarot diverges into two roads, one that ends in victory,” He pointed to the left side, where a man on a horse was riding triumphantly though six wands. “The other ends in defeat.” On the right, a cloaked man was directing five swords to some point in the distance.

“What about me?” Melody complained. The other Matthew grinned.

“Matthew did a simple, three card reading once. It came out with-” A spasm shook his body, and the others leaped away. He winced.

“Matthew really doesn’t want you people to see that. Oh, well. You can talk to him about it later.” Matthew’s eyes remained a dull gray, as Melody looked at him with curiosity. What did he have to hide?

“And after me being represented as a tiger with a fancy hat, we learned…what?” Azura summarized, quite nicely.

Matthew’s inner self sighed. “For those of us who are not of the philosophical mind, it means that, while being the strongest of those gathered here today, you, Azura, cannot defeat Kronos on your own. He’ll beat you to high heaven, and you’ll probably die.” Matthew fell silent.

“So?” Vladdy asked.

“Ask me, and I will tell.”

“Um…” Vladdy looked confused for a moment, but Melody chimed in.

“Tell us what Matthew is planning.” Matthew nodded with approval.

“She’s getting my game. Now…Matthew, using his cheapy microscope that…to be surprising, isn’t so cheap. He managed to track down his heritage to what Melody told him was the headmaster of your school, the god of light. He’s rather closer to him then you three, as his wife is the goddess of earth, and the best of their genes where passed on to him. It’s amazing, but, to be honest, Matthew found that, when one of the pieces of the DNA strand no longer has the stimulus of a beating heart, it dies. And when it does, it turns off the sun for a moment. Not the heat, just the light. Matthew figures there’s all sorts of science to it, astrology and all, but that’s not his point.”

“And your point is that Matthew and Matthew’s alter ego are complete crazies.” Vladdy cut in. “How on earth is turning off the sun going to help defeat Kronos?”

“And there’s a plot hole in your story already. He must have lost some blood somewhere along the line. And I don’t remember the sun magically turning off.” Azura put in. Matthew put his head in his hands.

“I’m answering your questions in reverse. Matthew’s genes are tainted; so each one turns off the sun for…a short amount of time, shorter then the eye can see. However…Melody? Is something wrong?”

“Oh my god…” Melody said, her smile plastered on but the rest of her face seeming to slowly fall. “I shouldn’t ask this…but answer Vladdy.”

The other side of Matthew’s coin looked down, and flipped a card from the tarot deck: a tower, sort of like the tajg mahal’s main one, with a lighting bolt blowing into it and, quite literally, blowing its roof off.

“Behold, the Tower. Chaos. Kronos is not the Lord of darkness; he’s the Lord of Shadows. Matthew got the idea from the fight between Claude and that strange man, Melody. If you remember, the man destroyed Claude’s shadow, vastly weakening his powers.” Matthew paused for a moment.

“And this explains…what?” Vladdy asked, now rather insistent.

“If Matthew eliminates the sun for long enough, Kronos will be left powerless. Cutting himself won’t do the trick. He needs to have a heart no longer beating in his breast.” Matthew’s other self smiled at them. “He’s going to kill himself.”

Melody put her head in her hands immediately, hiding her face, and her body silently began to shake. Azura’s eyes widened, and Vladdy winced as if openly struck at. The other Matthew stood.

“Ha! Well, I think there’s only one thing left to tell you. Melody.” He knelt down next to her, and then a peculiar look crossed his face: something between pain and curiosity. “Sorry. Matthew’s about to attack. My time here is done. Call my…Call my toll free number for any complaints.” And with that, Matthew’s body fell to the floor, twitching and convulsing, its eyes closing. The three gathered around it, hoping that the Matthew they had known would be fine after his mental ordeal.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open.

And they were green again

 

 

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Ahh Azura is still sexii, except i demand more romance between him and melody. Mostly because in the original story, something happens between Azura, Melody, and Compass. Because of the romance in the story. Pm me for details. And your also forgetting that Azura was the main character, although in this fic, Mathew seems to play a bigger role, Azura's past/present/future should be talked about more, seemingly because, before the first part of the rp was finished. There were already plans to continue the story, not from the battle with kronos, but instead Azura's past. Ehh its kind of confusing but think of it like this, the original plot was based on Azura, but now its really Based on Mathew. The change of main character effects the entire fic dearly.

 

But still. Love it. Just wish more people could get a chance to read it... Ah well.

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Good job Compass! I love how Melody acts xD And I still remember who her love interest was if you need that xD

 

Well, im now adding a new female character to help you Compass

 

Name: Rika Monomer

Appearence: http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk58/beckyboodels/HAIRBLONDE.jpg

age: 16

bio: She comes from a very wealthy family but is not stuck up. Almost all guys who come across her fall in love. She came to Artwood some years ago. She has her eye on Vladdy and Azura. She's never noticed Melody. Shes very talented in Fire. She just wans them atleast one to love her since she sincerely loves them both.

Gender: Female

Main Element: Fire

Side Element: none

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Nightwalker: Yeah, I was sort of aware of that too...However, at this point, the rp deviates a bit from the regular plot, since Lunar and I posted so much. Don't worry, though. I know where your backstory is headed, I think.

I FORGOT THE LOVE TRIANGLE!!! HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED THIS?

However, I don't know who Melody should pick...

 

Lunar Roze: I've tried to stay as true to your character as possible. And I really do think I need that.

Rika sounds like a great antagonastic girl, who will probably turn into a protagonist...

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[spoiler=Painting 9: Once Bitten, Never shy.]

“What did he tell you?” Matthew shot up, and the other boys took a step back. Melody was still leaning against the wall, in a mixture of shock and horror.

“Well…He told us of the future, and how he was made and how…” She cut herself off.

“I thought I blocked him from that one! He told you about the three cards? How could he have?” Matthew was about as angry as a snapping turtle and three times as fast.

“No.” Melody said, now in a state of semi-blandness, recovering her false happiness. “He told us about how you are going to take out the sun…” Matthew sighed with relief.

“That, you know, I can live with. Dieing is not much better then living at this point. So, I suppose it’s for ‘the greater good.’” Melody quickly slapped him upside the head.

“What was that for?” He snapped.

“Idiot! Do you see these people around you? Do you see me? People who care!” She hit him again. “When people do things for the greater good, it’s usually in vain. The only one ending up dead from this will be Kronos. I’ll find another way, or die trying.”

“NO! Don’t you see?” Matthew tried to calm himself down, to rather little avail. Did this…this girl have the power to tell him what to do? “I’VE ONLY MET YOU, YET YOU ARE THE BEST FRIEND I HAVE! THUS, I’M WILLING TO GIVE MY LIFE TO PROTECT YOU!” Matthew flushed slightly at his outburst. “Yeah, all of you, I’m sure…”

Melody paused at this. “You mean a lot to me, too. But I’d rather nobody dies.” She stated, completely firm.

The others, left out of this heated exchange, shifted their feet uneasily, afraid to step in yet afraid to stay out. Matthew took in a deep breath.

“Why you do what you do, that’s the point, all the rest of it is shrapnel.”

“No it’s not!” Melody folded her arms.

“If the thing you do is pure in intent, as it’s meant, and if it’s just a little bent, does it matter?”

“Yes! Tha”-

“No!” Matthew began to talk quickly. “What matters is that everyone tells tiny lies, what’s important really is the size!”

“What?”

“Only a few more tries, and we’ll have our prize, and when the end’s in sight, you’ll realize, that if the end is right, it justifies the means!” This left everyone involved completely confused, including the poet who just stated it.

“What does lying have to do with anything?” Melody asked, as her eyebrows rose.

“I’m not too sure. It would’ve messed up my rhyming.” Matthew looked at her with the stare of a child determined to have dessert before dinner. He didn’t look at her, really. More looked at her nose.

“Stop it. Your poetic interlude gave me time to think up two plans, both almost flawless.” Melody threatened, the mother to his child. “Nobody would find out what the flaws are before it’s too late.”

Azura finally pulled out the courage. “Um, guys…we”-

“STAY OUT OF THIS, AZURA!” The two turned and barked at almost the same time. Matthew, taking advantage of this distraction, turned and swiftly crossed to the kitchen, taking out a large, annoyingly sharp cleaver.

“I’ll force you to take advantage of my death. Wear your warm coat, Melody.” And with that…He was chained against the wall, straining against blue, wet links that chaffed against him. Melody had walked over leisurely, and snatched the cleaver from him.

“No, no killing yourself. We will find another way.”

“There is no…other…way!” Matthew hissed at her, unable to do anything about his chains. “How else are a bunch of teenagers going to defeat a god?” Matthew averted his eyes from Melody.

Melody took his chin and tried to force him to look her in the eye. “We have gods and goddesses on our side, too. Kronos can die by other means. I will not let one of my best friends die, especially if he’s killing himself!” Matthew looked down at the chains he was bound by, knowing that looking her in the eye would only weaken his resolve. A little further…he had it. His brush was in his hand. Or, at least in his hand, which was in his pocket.

“Melody, calm down. You need to. Rushing into battle hot-headedly won’t get us anywhere besides a cemetery. Best for me to die now then to die later.”

Melody’s eye twitched. “I’m not letting this up until we’re at a point where nobody is dieing.” She backed up to the side a bit. “Why won’t you look at me? Do you hate me that much? Do you want me to go away?”

Matthew was persistent in not looking at her. “Just the opposite. I’m doing this because I want you to stay.” He placed his brush back in his pocket, knowing he didn’t need it. It had been there ever since he first tried out his artwork. “Everyone, I’m really, really sorry about this. But it’s the only way.” With that, he snapped, and a loud, banging sound came from the fiberglass trapdoor. It flew open, and five vines grew up, swaying a bit, massive thorns gleaming, and charged towards Matthew, pinned against the wall.

Melody’s eyes narrowed. “Fine. Be that way.” Suddenly, a collar of water appeared around her neck. It tightened, choking her.

“What the…You idiot!” Matthew’s vines became slightly shriveled up as they rushed toward Melody, absorbing the water and becoming more green and full. Melody sighed.

“Don’t you get it yet? I’m not going to stand by and watch you die. Not alone, at least.” She waved her brush in a semicircular motion, and a large bubble popped up around him, protecting him from his own attacks that battered against the shield. Meanwhile, Azura and Vladdy were busying themselves with the other two vines, which had come to take care of them.

“Melody! Let us take him.” Azura cried, as his vine was now ‘fighting the breeze’ as one might say.

“STAY OUT OF THIS, AZURA!” Melody shot back at him. Matthew grinned. She was weakening, he could feel it.

“What’s the point in your death?” He asked, violently, looking away towards Vladdy, who was having hacking his vine to pieces with a large pickaxe and was enjoying it.

“The point in my death? It proves that you’re an idiot.”

“Stop right there! Don’t trick me into thinking you care, because I won’t matter in the long run!” Still not looking at her, Matthew’s vines paused in their assault.

“You are an idiot. I do care!” Her eyes darkened with real, true anger. She hadn’t felt this angry since her mother died. “Why would I pretend to care?” She couldn’t help it; she hugged him as her bubble shield broke apart.

“Enough. I am an idiot. But it’s because I’m an idiot that I’m doing this. Goodbye, everyone.” All five vines went spinning towards Matthew’s head, the only place they would miss Melody.

“No.” She mumbled, and her head yanked up, directly in a vine’s path. Matthew’s mouth had time to part slightly, and then he was there. Claude was standing, his broadsword out, using the plant’s own momentum to slice it cleanly in two. One vine managed to get a hold on his leg, while the others danced neatly away from his blade.

“I’m surprised I saved you, Melody, Matthew. You’re being just a little too shadowy for your own good…” Melody backed away from Matthew so she was next to Claude. Matthew was thoroughly shell-shocked at Claude’s arrival. However, he had the presence of mind to send his vines at himself, once again. Claude easily put one more out of commission.

“You have darkness in your mind, Matthew. Trust me, I don’t want that!” The remaining three vines backed away, simply dodging Azura and Vladdy’s attacks. “Mels, I’m untying this kid. Don’t worry, I won’t let him kill himself.”

“Don’t.” Melody had had enough. She was tired of playing the harmless, happy type. Her smile turned into a sneer, and her water bow and arrows were in her hand. She shot at the three vines left, her arrows strong and swift enough to scrape Azura and Vladdy, who quickly backed off. The vines withered under her attacks. Matthew’s head lowered, and the three vines shot at her all at once. Melody made no move to stop them. So Matthew stopped them for her.

“Enough.” He slumped down against his chains, his gaze locked on the floor. “I give up.” His vines slowed to a halt, and slowly shriveled to nothing more then a pile of seeds. Azura rushed foreword.

“Look you guys, enough is”- He was interrupted by: A) Claude disappearing without another word, B) Melody collapsing from fatigue, and C) Matthew managing to slip though the weakened chains, taking a look around with anguished eyes, and then taking his leave from the tree house to his bed of roses. Azura rushed over to Melody, kneeling beside her, cradling her head on his lap. Azura sighed, and picked her up with ease, bridal style, and set her lightly on the bed. He spun to Vladdy.

“What now, Vladdy?” The boy shook his head, looking down.

“Azura, get some sleep. In the morning, I’ll show you the book.”

 

 


I had writer's block at the end of this. Wasn't sure how to start the Vladdy/book storyline.

I apoligize, Nightwalker. However, at this point, it's mostly me and Papple...excuse me, Papple and I posting. I'll try to get it back on track!

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Its like a really good book im reading here :P

 

 

and Vladdy will finaly got some attention now , yay!.


Name: Niashi Uni

Appearence: Woooooosh mysterious

age: 17

bio: A unknown student , just joined Artwood , not much is known about him , he is a mysterious person , after the lessons its like he is dissapearing .

Gender: Male

Main Element: Water

Side Element: Earth

 

I know its a bit weird , but you can use your fantasy on him Compy ;)

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[spoiler=Painting 10: Fight and Flight.]

Vladdy was tired of keeping his secret. Going off in the forest, having Melody and Matthew berate him, and the only rest he got was sleep. The book. It was his life. Master the book. Practice the book. Learn the book.

So, of course, my fair reader, it was only too easy to be controlled by the book. Thus, early the next morning:

“Come with me, Azura.” Vladdy grumbled.

“Where to?”

“Just follow me, alright?” Snapped the fire-user. The two disappeared into the forest just as Melody woke up, yawning and rather sore from the battle of last night. Trying hard not to think about it, she walked into Matthew’s makeshift kitchen, wishing that he had some real coffee, not some sort of dandelion tea that made her stomach suddenly become much less hungry. And then Matthew fell though the ceiling.

Now, reader. Consider this: How did Matthew fall though the ceiling? Was he spread-eagled, or did he have his arms bunched up at the sides? Why does this matter, you ask? It doesn’t. It gives me an excuse to stop the story and give myself more time to talk to you.

Matthew, as it turns out, was spread-eagled on the ground, pulling himself up, seeming unharmed. “It’s me again.” The other Matthew’s throaty voice groaned. Melody didn’t make a move to help, just stared. The other Matthew pulled himself to his full height, and began.

“Look, Melody. Matthew owes you, and he knows it. He hurt you, and feels…bad about it.” The other Matthew looked troubled. “Sorry, Matthew keeps trying to take his body back.”

“He didn’t hurt me.” Melody said fiercely.

“Yes, he did, Melody. You know this, I know this, and he knows this. Thus, it’s time he took matters into his own hands. One favor, that’s all he’s going to do. He’ll do anything for you, and he means anything.” Matthew’s other self wavered.

“What was that? Someone is using…” Matthew’s head whipped around to face a plume of fire, rising from the trees somewhere off in the distance. The alter ego grinned.

“Melody Freewind, time I showed you how I fight.”

 

“Vladdy, what’s up with this? Couldn’t we have waited for Matthew and Melody?” Azura asked, as he had to jog to catch up with Vladdy’s long strides. Vladdy remained silent, until they came to a clearing.

“Look at this.” Seemingly from nowhere, Vladdy pulled out a black, leather-bound book covered in a strange curling script.

“It’s…old and…not English…” Azura said, reaching for it. Vladdy yanked it back.

“It’s Russian! But the language isn’t”-

Stop and laugh at this, reader. Russian? What? Why Russia? Because Russia is where the gods live? What? It makes no sense!

Vladdy paused. “I wish our narrator would stop interrupting me.”

Not going to happen, my friend.

“Anyway, in this book, there is a spell that merges you with your brush.”

Azura’s eyes widened. “But the brush is the source of our power. The closer it is to us, the stronger it is...”

“If the brush fuses with you, you become sort of…godlike.” Vladdy explained. “I wanted you to be here so you can try and help if anything goes wrong.”

“I don’t like it, Vladdy. It sounds sort of…dark. I mean, look at the book. It even looks evil.”

“Oh, shut it and watch! I’ve spent hours and hours working on this thing, the least you can do is watch me!” Vladdy looked down at the book, and began to chant in something that had a lot of guttural noises and groans. And was definitely not Russian.

“Vladdy, stop it!” Azura stepped foreword and tried to wrench the book out of Vladdy’s hand, but was stopped by a large column of flame, leaping up towards the sky…

 

“What do you think happened?” Melody asked as she and the other Matthew tried to find the creator of the pillar of fire.

“We’ll find out. Melody, take my hand and hold your breath.” Before she could say another word, Matthew had grabbed her hand, and they both disappeared. Melody felt like she was no more, as if the void had swallowed all about her except her hand and the alter ego’s hand with it. And as she was about to take a breath in of the nothingness around her, she was back, gasping for breath at Matthew’s side taking in what appeared to be a battle. Vladdy appeared to reading from a book while a column of fire was chasing around Azura.

“Why are you two idiots fighting in the first place?” Melody easily hosed down the fire with her water art, while the other Matthew stood there, brush in hand and not sure how to act at this point. Vladdy’s eyes closed, a reddish glow coming from behind them, the same glow one gets when you put a flashlight under your hand and look at the light through your fingers. Finally, his chanting reached a strange sort of climax, and Vladdy’s brush appeared before him. He stretched out his hand, his hand covered in a strange purplish haze while his brush was roiling with orange fire. And as the two conflicting elements touched, everything seemed to rush towards Vladdy and his brush, as if he and his power where a black hole, sucking everything in. Then, just as quickly, it was gone, and there Vladdy stood; no brush, his shoes gone, his hair longer, his pants tattered and torn, and his shirt almost completely gone. His face was set into a wild grin as the others stood, awe-struck by the aura of pure…pure might he was emitting. He turned to Matthew’s other self, who had stepped up.

“Now, Melody, Azura, let me show you my true power…” He raised his hand to the heavens, and…fell twitching to the ground. Vladdy looked confused, but turned instead to Melody, and chains leapt from the ground, binding her. As she struggled, Azura stepped up; his hand clenched into a claw, and lunged at Vladdy, his arm becoming hairy and wolven in the process. It ripped into Vladdy’s face, leaving three long talon marks.

“That’s a keeper, heh…” Before Vladdy could recover, Azura had dashed over to Melody and cut her chains. Her thanks was a volley of water arrows in Vladdy’s direction, while the wind began to pick up behind Azura. Vladdy simply planted his arm in front of the water projectiles, the aforementioned turning to steam instantly. Vladdy’s eyes widened, and the two had no warning as a huge explosion rocked the place they had been standing, Melody being whipped out as fast as a bullet and slammed against a tree, while Azura skidded out, flipping over, landing hard, and tried to regain his balance, as Vladdy, moving with blinding speed, began to pummel him. Azura didn’t have a chance, and was soon pinned, face pressed into the ground by Vladdy’s foot. His hand twitched…and he snapped. From behind, a whole pack of silver-grey wolves brought Vladdy to his knees, giving Azura time to finish his small windstorm and heave it at Vladdy. And then he disappeared, gone. Azura collapsed next to a Matthew who had just beat down his alter ego and a Melody who was now nursing a large lump on her head.

And Vladdy was in a cave, deep in the woods, reading his book…

 

 

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Elements of art commonly used aspects of group work of art is used in teaching and testing with the principles of art. List the elements of art varies slightly, but generally are: color, value, shape, line, space, form, structure and time. The direction and size of the sources add.

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