Deepshikha: n. a 15 year old writer who doesn't care for the things in the world; sarcastic; obdurate sometimes; eager to learn about the world; loves meeting new people.
I've been on Xanga for a while, but I just don't blog. Suppose I should start spilling my heart blogging again? I mean, the fourth nine weeks starts this Wednesday, and I'll probably be dead by the time June Whenever comes around. Maybe I shall start again. O_O
So I found this aaaahmazing game today, one I used to play when I was younger, called Super Solvers: Gizmos & Gadgets! However, I used to play it back when I was...I dunno, seven? Eight? Meaning it was for WINDOWS 98 95. Yes, you read right. Windows 98 95. That, in the terms of technology was pretty far ago. So naturally, it didn't work when I tried to run the CD on my laptop...which has Vista on it. [techFAIL, I know. sue me.] And thus, I was thinking...could there possibly be a version [or perhaps a free demo or something?] online that would let me soak in nostalgia for a wee bit? I guess the Universe was on my side today. I found a torrent of the game [it's legal since I actually have a purchased copy of the game, albeit nearly a decade old] and downloaded it along with a freeware program that stimulates MS DOS [DOS! CAN YOU IMAGINE?], and after playing around with the program, I got to play SS: G&G...after a decade. I.love.life. :D
Did I mention the game is for 7-12 year olds? It's [was, anyway] published by The Learning Company if you'd want to find it on Amazon or Ebay and I've gotten you interested.
I suppose I'll put in some of a story I'm "finishing." If you happen to stumble upon it, leave a comment and tell me what you think? Or find me at Writer's Cafe.
Ishkamael pumped his wings and we propelled above the clouds, towards the fabled castle.
Away in the distance shone a bronze castle marked with an alabaster pattern, too far away to discern.
I turned to the girl. “Who are you?”
“Irina. Irina Aexiranova, daughter of Kirkavok.”
“Aexira…?” But I knew very well whom she was speaking of.
“She is a Rōyál,” Irina replied bitterly. “Haegh Princess of the Jarkan Provinces.”
So she had risen from Jayne to Haegh. “Who is your father?”
“Kirkavok of Meylin. A traitor to Gargyon, who left my mother and took me. I do not blame him.”
She looked behind us, and after seeing no pursuers in the sky, visibly relaxed. I simply sat, looking at her.
“I did not know Aexira had a daughter. Oh, I seem to have forgotten my manners. I am-”
“Isábelle Risturu…I know. My father has…he asked me to fetch you before the guards…
Aexira would not have been merciful.”
“Oh.” I looked to my hands, blood pounding in my head. “Do you know of a man named Karin?”
“Karin…Karin of Himena?”
“Yes!” The pounding blood in my head became blood rushing through my head. “Do you know if he is alive or dead?”
“Unfortunately, nay. I have only heard of him in books. His name is taboo in the village.”
Whatever strength I had gotten from her words was now gone. If his name was taboo,
then I would never find my only love, keeper of the Keys, and the seed to my-
“Dragon! See that crevice in the ground? You must fly into it?”
Ishkamael turned his head to us. “And how is that possible, child?”
“It may seem narrow, but that is only to the unrequited eye.” She placed a slender hand on
Ishkamael’s neck. His pupils dilated, and I knew then that she was more than simply human.
I leaned over Ishkamael’s side, feeling unbalanced. If Irina, the daughter of Aexira, was…
different, what would that mean for Aexira? I knew Irina kept in touch with her mother,
there was just no other way that the Haegh Princess of Jarka could let her own blood and flesh away from her.
But I had a deeper feeling that her father, who ever Kirkavok was, aided our side and more i
