A Cross of Blades 2Chapter One: Magic 101A Cross of Blades 2 by ~LittleStrikingFalcon
Thanks so much for the book you sent me. I keep it by my bedside so I can watch it after classes are over and Sango's asleep in the next room. I know Mom and Dad helped you since you're only five, but I still love anything you give me.
It's actually not so bad here. It took some getting used to but I'm kinda glad Mom and Dad sent me away. Yesterday, Instructor Trepe got some of the others together and gave me a birthday party with a cake, candles and everything. It was lots of fun. Shippou (the kitsune I wrote you about earlier) and Sango still try to be my friend, and I don't think they bother me as much as they used to.
You should have seen Shippou dive head first into the cake. Candles went everywhere, and frosting is still stuck to the cafeteria walls.
Oh ew. There's frosting on the keyboard now. Sucks. How did it end up in my hair anyway? Sorry Souta. Anyway, Instructor Trepe said that I get to start training for magic now that I'm nine. I get
Saving a SaintSaving the SaintSaving a Saint by ~LittleStrikingFalcon
Mrs. Peterson stepped off of the church van carefully, her wrinkled and liver-spotted hand tightly grasped around the sun-warmed steel metal support bar beside the van's door for balance. She waited until her feet were solidly on the ground before reaching back inside for her groceries.
"Now Mrs. P.," the van driver began as she balanced the heavy plastic bags in her hands. "Are you sure you don't need any help with those?"
"No child, of course not," she said with a pleased and weary grin. "I'm perfectly fine. You go on and finish your route."
"Are you sure? Cause I can-"
"Yes I'm sure," Mrs. Peterson replied with a wave of her arthritis-crippled hand. "I'll see you Sunday-"
"Bright and early, as promised," the driver said with a wave of his hand. "Bye Mrs. P."
Mrs. Peterson gave him one last wave, then grasped the plastic handles of the grocery bags and limped her way up the crack