I finally got the internet in my room
Its a good thing too because there is a LOT to this giggle story and I want to finish it sometime this year I'm looking forward to what comes after it
<---------Giggle
*swimming around*
*notices that the smaller fish seem to have vanished*
Certain number of times? *puzzled* I didn't know that influences a potion!
*smiles* I don't use potions very often. I get their ingredients by singing for certain plants and asking them for one of their juices. This one *gets the small vial out again* is from a small yellow flower, from her pistil.
*smiles* Who showed you how to make potions?
I learned them myself, after a master opened my eyes to the powers I have. And gave a special very ancient book.
*looks at the vial*
And waht exactly does that do?"
*smiles* Without the proper voice - nothing!
When you put it into the eyes, it wanders upwards to some regions of the brain and removes some kind of natural resistance. And then, when telling what to do, you have to use your voice in a special way. You shouldn't be too loud nor to quiet, and you have to use a certain pitch.
*smiles* It's some kind of hypnotizing, just faster! If I'd use this on you and told you you'd be able to learn something within the next few hours, you would be able to do so! And you wouldn't forget what you learned after that fluid stopped working, you just couldn't continue learning the same way.
lets get started with flashbacks then because someone that old has a lot to remember
<---------Giggle (flashback)
The sea looks so clear as she looks around trying to sense where the attack will come from. She lets her mind clear itself of all thoughts as she waits. A movement catches her eye and she swims towards it as fast as she can. It turns out to just be a couple of fish. A shadow passes overheadand she looks up...but what ever it was is gone. She senses the attack too late and is hit by the fake shark.
"ALWAYS CONCENTRATE!" Her master is sitting on the shark giving her a piercing look....
<---------Giggle
*looks down at the mangled fake shark laying on the sea bed and cries*