05-27-2007, 03:54 AM
All of a sudden, she felt it. The feeling of chi pulsing through her skull?or what remained of it, anyways. She fell backwards, but instead of slamming into the ground, the feeling she expected, she landed softly on a gentle pillow, and opened her fearfully closed eyes to see that she was back in the Dante?s Abyss 2007 compound. It was over for her.
A feeling of mystification surrounded her, letting her feel as if she had been dropped onto the very clouds themselves. Lifting herself to her feet, she could not help but sigh in disappointment at the short length of her tenure on the television program.
Her memories were anything but fond, however. Coming into the competition, she expected a good change in herself?perhaps, maybe, it would lighten the load of her dark past. And for a while, while she traveled with Garlic, it did. But then, he ran off in her time of need, leading to her death under the fire of her own weapon. She had finally realized something. A phrase that she had learned was partly true.
?Love many, trust none,? she recited to herself.
The only part true was ?trust none?. Zangya had no time to feel emotion of either familial or romantic love for anyone. She had no time to rely on trust to get her through things. It was clear already that to trust was truly na?ve.
?Miss Zangya,? came a voice from behind her. Twisting around in a serpentine manner, the green-skinned woman grimaced as the man beckoned her to follow him out the door. The slender warrior followed gracefully out, and then turned and looked morbidly at him as he gestured towards the teletube.
Well, here she goes?back to Vejita-sei. But not for long; she was heading to Earth soon.
A feeling of mystification surrounded her, letting her feel as if she had been dropped onto the very clouds themselves. Lifting herself to her feet, she could not help but sigh in disappointment at the short length of her tenure on the television program.
Her memories were anything but fond, however. Coming into the competition, she expected a good change in herself?perhaps, maybe, it would lighten the load of her dark past. And for a while, while she traveled with Garlic, it did. But then, he ran off in her time of need, leading to her death under the fire of her own weapon. She had finally realized something. A phrase that she had learned was partly true.
?Love many, trust none,? she recited to herself.
The only part true was ?trust none?. Zangya had no time to feel emotion of either familial or romantic love for anyone. She had no time to rely on trust to get her through things. It was clear already that to trust was truly na?ve.
?Miss Zangya,? came a voice from behind her. Twisting around in a serpentine manner, the green-skinned woman grimaced as the man beckoned her to follow him out the door. The slender warrior followed gracefully out, and then turned and looked morbidly at him as he gestured towards the teletube.
Well, here she goes?back to Vejita-sei. But not for long; she was heading to Earth soon.