The Diary of Amethyst, The Dragon Rider: 4

Chapter 4

Early Summer: Day 2

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It’s hard to swallow that I’m a princess. Me? A PRINCESS!? It’s like a wish comes true. Well, I once wanted to be a princess when all of my family members – my previous family members, actually, ignored me.

Dad told me this morning after breakfast. He said that I need to know the truth. He wanted to tell me last night but he wanted to surprise me, waiting for the right time.

I met people in the Middle. They are only 30 people. Some of them are still travelling, seeking adventures and spying on the bad guys. I met my friends and they were happy to see me. I realized that they are the ones I met in my dreams. And I remembered their names!

We chatted and chatted until lunch. We had lunch together under the sun. Even though it’s summer but it’s not too hot. The weather is fine. Since day is longer than night (it’s summer, obviously), the girls were curious whether I still remember the boy whom used to be my mutual enemy. I met one this morning. His name is Pyrite and he’s very annoying, especially when he told me that he can do magic greater than I am. He laughed at me when I still can’t remember a lot of things and he made me wanted to whack his head!

Then Dad told me about the Dragon Pearls when we hang around the house in the evening.

You see, I’m the Lomss clan princess and I was born as a dragon rider. The Dragon Pearls, on the other hands, are the symbol of the birth of the dragon riders. Dad and his brothers have each – the pearls nearly aged more than 400 years according to the shape and colours. Dad showed me the Dragon Pearl that he kept at home. It’s a size of a tennis ball but I can feel that it had its own power.

I asked about my Dragon Pearl but Dad said that I need to be a dragon rider first, and then the pearl will appear. Some need to be searched because they were scattered everywhere. But only the dragon rider can find it.

Aunt Lithium came by. She has short wavy hair and for me, she’s like an actress. She’s my mother’s good friend and Dad told me that she’s an expert in carving. She also knew more about ancient history. She said that I need to learn the Lomss language and she’ll be teaching me during weekend. I can’t wait for language lesson!

I need to sleep early because tomorrow is my first day of training. 

The Diary of Amethyst the Dragon Rider: 3

Chapter 3

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Early Summer: Day 1

(There’s no exact date in this world. They use the number of days and the season, according to my brother, Turq)

This place is called Dew. And there are four parts of Dew; Jetty, Gate, Middle and End (Turq and Lode told me earlier). I am now in the Middle. This place is a mystery to me. It’s way beyond my imagination.

This place is surrounded by waterfalls and only certain people can enter this place – people with good heart. I can’t believe I have a good heart. Found out that the houses in the Middle are semi-sphere shape, which is weird.

And the weirdest part is meeting my family. My real family. I have a father, a mother – the loveliest being I ever seen, my big brother, Turq and a little brother, Topaz, who looks exactly like Turq. I can imagine how’s Turq like when he was small.

They are very happy to see me. My parents cried in tears of joy. We talk a lot that night – it was night time when I arrived here. My parents bombarded me with questions about my life in Earth. I told them every single thing! And I am glad that I’ve found a family like this.

Turq promised me to show me around Middle next day. He told me to have a rest. Topaz wanted to sleep with me because this is the first time he met his long lost sister. It’s good to have a brother like him. He’s super cute!

The Diary of Amethyst the Dragon Rider: 2

Chapter 2

22 February 2010

Today is the best day of my life!

I score full marks in History pop quiz. I speak flawlessly during public speaking in English class. I present well in the Biology class – it’s about bacteria. I feel like…wow!!

Clara sits next to me in Social Study class and she even asks me to eat with her during the break. I am not surprised by that because she’s a fair-weather friend. She’ll leave me alone in a couple of days, trust me.

Mom sends a text to me when I’m in the library doing homework. She says that their eating out so I should knock something up for lunch. I think I’ll eat out too. There’s a cafeteria near school. I know Mom doesn’t want to wait for me if she wanted to eat out with the rest of my family. And I don’t mind either. My family doesn’t want me to be with them. I don’t know why. I rarely spend my precious time with them except dinner. Maybe I’m not as clever as my other siblings – they always get flying colour results in every tests and exams. I never get good results since I enter school. I know I’m not bright.

Watch TV after dinner and go to bed. Wake up because of the strange buzzing sound in my room. I’m shock to see two guys standing in my room. One is dead weird and one is dead handsome. And that handsome guy looks very familiar.

I threaten them by using the baseball bat – lucky for me to put the baseball bat near my bed post. They explain that they are searching for someone and suddenly the handsome guy – his name is Turq, asks me where did I get the necklace. I tell him about it and his face expressions changes abruptly.

He claims that I’m his long lost sister and he’s been looking for me for ages, after the war. They convince me that the necklace is the proof. No one can wear it except for the owner. I don’t know what to say to them because I’m still thinking that I must be dreaming. They convince me once more that I’m not dreaming.

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Turq asks his other friend, Lode to open the portal. I don’t want to go with them in the first place but suddenly I have a second thought. Maybe it’s true that I belong to other world, their world. Maybe I can get the answer of my weird dream.

The Diary of Amethyst The Dragon Rider: 1

21 February 2010

I have the same dream just like last night and the other nights since last week. And this time it’s 88.5 percent vivid. I can recall the flying scene and a woman giving a beautiful necklace to me. It’s like an amulet. I think it’s an amulet, by the way. It is light purple and I think I’ve seen it somewhere a long time ago.

Dad is on rage on the telephone again. Mom asks him and he says that the stupid PA of him forgot to tell him about the important meeting this morning. So, he’s late and rushes to the car. He mumbles something but I cannot hear it clearly. He must be swearing some swearing words. He always swears when he’s mad.

I’m thinking of going to the library during recess when I reach school but I need to sit in for the class meeting with the Principal. I don’t know why I have to go but I can’t say no to Clara because she’s the class president and she has another meeting with her club. She likes to pick up on me ever since she’s been nominated as the class president. No one wants the boys to be the president because they are dead stupid (that’s what Clara told us). She’s bossy and some of the boys are very annoyed of her.

The meeting was short – thank God! But I didn't manage to go to the library. Damn! Have to go there tomorrow then. Mom is not at home so as my eldest sister and youngest brother. I think they are off somewhere, maybe at their friends’ house. Mom is ridiculously busy nowadays because she’s planning something for next month with her group of friends. I don’t want to know what the plan is anyway.

My eyes nearly pop out as I enter the room. There’s the amulet in my dream on my table. I rub my eyes few times – maybe I’m having a hallucination, but the amulet is there. Right there, on the table. I look around and take the amulet, wear it and take a look at myself at the mirror. It’s pretty and it’s fit me.

I like this necklace. I hope that it can do magic.

Note from the owner

It's been ages since I updated my last post here. I know most of my blog friends are wondering why I haven't posted anything for nearly a year. I've been busy with my daily work and I have a new job; a mother.

Yes, I am now a mother of a little tyke called Baby Muhammad. Being a mother is super cool and amazing. But there are challenges; some of them great, some of them brings me down a little bit. But that doesn't I quit writing stories.

I write a lot but never have time to post in this blog. I saved them in my laptop, so some editing when I have free time and write more when the baby is fast asleep (like right now!)

I'm trying my best to keep this blog alive again. Filled this blog with interesting stories. I tried once to write a funny story but failed. I realized that I'm more to fantasy and magic.

Sorry for keeping you guys waiting for the stories to pop out in my blog. And I'm sorry for not visiting some of your blogs too.

Best wishes,
FeiLong

After Dark

I looked into the mirror and gasped. There! The most horrifying thing I could ever imagine! It’s right under the nose. The spot! I never thought it would appear there of all the places. I hate spots! It ruined my handsome-looking face. I’ve got once when I was 13. It was under the chin. Now, it appeared again. I’ve got to get rid of it!

The spot had ruined my mood to school. It was my second week here since I’ve moved with my parents. I used to live in the peaceful countryside where you can see the green leaves waved at you and the smell of fresh air. Dad had to move to the city and here I am, living in the 7^th floor of a condominium. I hate living in the city as I hate my spot. I think I got this spot because of polluted air.

I sighed and combed my hair. Mom banged on my door as I picked up my bag. I was already late and my classmate, Faisal was waiting for me at the front door. He lived on the 8^th floor and very friendly. He loves cats and have about 12 of them. I never thought a guy like him is a cat lover. He always brought cat food inside his pocket to feed the stray cats whenever he met them. Everyone said that he’s generous. Well, I think he’s wasting his money on cat food. Stray cats can find food on their own.

We have PE for our first period. I played badminton because it’s my favourite sport. Next to the badminton court is the takraw court. I could hear the PE teacher was nagging about the lost. Our takraw team was lost in semi-finals. It’s a shame, according to the PE teacher and they needed to fight back no matter what. Thank God I didn’t join any tournament or I’ll end up just like them. I just play for fun.

The changing room was a little bit hectic with a smell of sweat – like a dead rodent! As I was changing to my school uniform, I heard a few boys were talking about Sticky Man, a ghoul that loved to climb up the building wall and stalk anyone through the window. This Sticky Man only appeared in certain nights. One of the boys said that he saw the Sticky Man but lucky for him it didn’t stalk his house that night.

The story continued in the class where the girls were chattering about Sticky Man. I told Faisal I never believed in ghost stories because I knew it’s just a plain lie. Faisal is kind of obsessed with ghost stories and sometimes he even dared himself to go to a creepy place just wanted to see a glimpse of ghost. Some of the girls thought that it’s a dead brave thing to do. But I think it’s a dead stupid.

After school, Faisal invited me to his friend’s house nearby school to play video game. I refused to go at first because if my Mom knew, I’ll be in deep water. Mom is the most strict person I ever met and I didn’t want her to box my ear (she’s done that to me few years ago because I came back late from the field). But Faisal promised me that we’ll go back before 5. So I agreed with him.

We played Prince of Persia – I just watched, didn’t have gut to touch the controller. Then I realized that it’s getting late. I told Faisal that I needed to go back home immediately. He understood and we rushed back home. I was lucky because Mom went out to the grocery store – she left the note in the living room. I took a shower and ate any food that was available in the fridge.

The sun was getting down and it was a beautiful scene to look at. It reminded me of my old home. I really missed my old hometown. I stood near the window of my room and sighed. Mom came back as I could hear her footstep. As I was closing the window, I saw something at the building that was two block away from mine – a black figure, climbing up the wall. I couldn’t see it clearly as it was getting dark.

After dinner, I took out my telescope from the cupboard to watch the stars. The sky was clear tonight and I love stare gazing. But I couldn’t see much because of the bright light from the building and street lamps. Then, something caught my eyes. I saw a black figure at the same building, climbing up the wall. I zoomed my telescope and saw his face. That thing had a round white circle on its face. I gasped as the thing turned at me. I quickly closed the curtains and put away the telescope.

After that incident, I didn’t dare to open the curtains, let alone taking a peep through because the Sticky Man was stalking me at the window every single night.

Rina And Rizal: 1

Rina and Rizal

Chapter 1

Mr. Hidayat hums merrily while putting a file on our desks. No one dare touching the file yet. I stare at the blue file in front of me. I wonder what kind of assignment that Mr. Hidayat assigns this time. He trots quickly to the front after he finishes distributing those files. He claps his hand once.

This is it. The moment of truth. Everyone can’t wait to know what’s inside the file.

“You may now open your file,” he smiles cheerfully.

I gulp and open the file slowly. I know the meaning behind his cheerful smile. A killer. My eyes nearly pop out as I see what’s written on the front page. 100 Questions. Everyone gasp in horror. Mr. Hidayat snickers.

“This is your homework for this weekend. You must hand in to me on Sunday before the first bell rings,” announces Mr. Hidayat.

Everyone groan in frustration. Well, not everyone. But most of us do. I think the end of the world’s coming. How can I finish these questions in two days?

“Those who hand in late will be punished as usual,” says Mr. Hidayat in a warning tone but the smile never fades from his face.

The last bell rings. Mr. Hidayat wishes us a happy weekend before he leaves. I put the file in my bag, still thinking of how to finish this assignment before Sunday. I have acrobat practice tomorrow and I never ever miss the practice before.

“Rina!”

Someone calls me and I turn around. It’s my twin brother, Rizal.

“What?” I ask coldly.

“It’s your turn to send the attendance booklet to the office,” reminds him.

I look up at the duty roaster on the notice board and sigh. I take the booklet and ready to go to the office.

“Don’t worry, Rina. I’ll go with you,” says Rizal and helps me carry my books.

We go downstairs where the office is. I knock on the door and give salaam before entering. We have to take off our shoes before entering the office. The office looks neat and tidy. The staffs are all friendly and some of them greet me as I walk to the pigeon hole for the booklet.

The Principal room is at the end of the office. That’s the scariest place in this school. It really gives us goosebumps, and our class is just right above his room. He’s a very nice man even though he’s very strict. I shouldn’t stare at the thick wooden door for too long. The Principal might came out and saw me and probably will call me to his room. So, I hurry to the door where I come in and quickly put on my shoes. Rizal is waiting for me outside, holding on to my bag on his other shoulder.

“I’m done. Let’s go!” I grab my bag from his shoulder and run downstairs.

I need some plans. I can’t just sit down and start doing it immediately. This is serious matter. I tap a pen to my head as I’m thinking of the plans.

Plan A: I can go to the library. The library is not very far and there are a lot of reference books that I can refer to. It’ll make it easier to finish half of the questions, at least.

Plan B: I don’t have to waste my time cycling to the library. I just lock myself in my room and try to finish at least half of the questions. Plus, I can eat some snacks while doing it. It can prevent me from getting sleepy.

Plan C: I will join Rizal and his group in his room even though I don’t like doing Maths with him much because he’s good and I’m not.

Plan D: I can –

“Rina!” Rizal knocks on the door. He won’t dare entering my room before I tell him to.

I walk lazily to the door and open it. “What?” I stare coldly at him.

“Want to go to the library together? All of us are going there,” he asks.

I don’t have to think long. I nod and tell him to wait for 5 minutes. I change my t-shirt to a dress and jeans and stuff everything that I need into the bag. Before leaving, I look at the mirror for the last time to check on my tudung. Then we dash off to the library.

It takes only 15 minutes of cycling to the library and we park our bikes at the bicycle parking lot provided. I follow Rizal from behind as we enter the library. Most of our classmates are already here and they are happy to see us. Rizal is one of the Maths Elite – that’s what we call for our mentors. I’m not as the same group as his because I end up being one of the mentees of Khairul’s group. It’s Mr. Hidayat’s fault, actually. He knows that I hate Khairul and he made me end up in his group.

We wait for the others to arrive and we – excluding me, decide to sit on our mentor’s group. So, here I am, sitting exactly in front of Khairul. He’s my mutual enemy ever since I know him. He always makes fun of me every time we meet especially in Maths class. I don’t like Maths as much as I like English. I don’t go much with numbers. They make my head dizzy. I have to memorize all the formulas and sometimes I was careless in using the correct formula. Khairul always says that my brain is full of words and sentences and that’s why numbers cannot get in. I know what he means; I’m a Maths dumb.

Khairul explains to each of us starting from question number one. The first 20 questions are easy as a pie, even though I never bake a pie but I know it’s easy to bake a pie. When it comes to Algebra, my brain begins to malfunction. Why? Because Algebra consists of letters and numbers which makes me difficult to distinguish them. I start to feel sleepy. Khairul pokes my hand with his mechanical pencil as he sees me falling to sleep. He can’t bang the table as he always dos in the class because this is library. I wish he did because I want him to be kicked out by the librarian.

Two hours passes by and still I can’t even finish the first question of Algebra. I give up! I stand up, grab my stuff and leave my group. I have to go home because in 30 minutes, my favourite drama will be on TV. I cycle back home as fast as I can even though it’s not very far. When I reach home, I am not surprise to see a police car parked outside of the gate. I put my bike near the garage and head to the kitchen door.

“Hi, Pak Su,” I greet him with the widest smile.

“Well hello there, Rina,” he beams. “Where have you been?”

“The library. We’re doing Maths assignment and it’s killing me!” I reply and sit next to him.

“She hates Maths, Ali. The only thing that she loves is doing a monkey bar,” says Papa, my beloved father. Pak Usu laughs.

I open the fridge and see what’s inside. Then, I grab a milk carton. “Papa, we’re run out of milk.”

“Why don’t you buy the groceries with Pak Usu? Here’s the list that your Mama gave to me this morning. I need to finish up my work by this evening,” Papa hands me the shopping list.

“But Papa, my favourite drama will start in 15 minutes!”

“I’ll record it for you, honey. You can watch your favourite drama tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Why not tonight?”

“Because my favourite show is on TV tonight and I’m not going to miss it. Now, hurry up and go.”

I sigh and roll my eyes. Pak Usu chuckles. We go to the grocery store nearby. Everyone stare at us, especially me because they think I’m some kind of criminal. Pak Usu is wearing his uniform and I’m riding a police car. I wish I could poke their eyes from the socket for staring at me like that.

As Papa promise, he records the drama for me. Pak Usu drops me and drives to his house which is two blocks away. Pak Usu is Papa’s youngest brother. He always stops by our house if he’s not busy.

I put the groceries away and Amran, my youngest brother helps me as comes back from Pak Usu’s house. He always does homework with Malek, our cousin. They’re in the same class.

After taking a shower, I switch on my PC and check my email. I receive an email from my mysterious pen-pal. I call him/her mysterious because I don’t know the exact gender. But my pen-pal is a very nice person and I wish that she’s a girl. We share a lot of things together since I was 13. We made acquaintance when I joined Kampung chatroom and we exchanged email.

Hello Crunchy!

Guess what happen to me today? I got Maths assignment and there are 100 questions to be done in two days. Two days! I think I’m going to die! The Maths teacher, Mr. Hidayat, the one I told you about his generosity, said that he will punish us if we hand in the assignment after the first bell rings.

I went to the library with Rizal after school and I have to sit with my mentor, Khairul. He pokes me hundred times with his mechanical pencil as I was feeling drowsy. You know I can’t stand too much numbers. He couldn’t nag too much today because we’re in the library. The librarian is very strict. Once she caught you talking loudly, she will kick you out. Oh, the librarian is an old woman with strength of 10 men. Seriously.

Then I have to buy some groceries and missed today’s episode. Lucky me, Papa recorded it but I can’t watch it tonight because Papa’s favourite show is on TV. He and Mama love Maharaja Lawak so much. Their laughter can be heard in this whole residential area! I can’t wait for tomorrow!

So, how’s your day today? Any interesting things happen? Share with me, all of it. Have to stop here now. Need to continue the Maths work.

Your best pen-pal

Rina