This is the result of a sleepness night, some lunatic email
from me to other FFML'rs, some phone calls, a lunch time break
at work, and a few crazy ideas tossed around on IRC.

The other parties involved may want to hide after this goes 
out, so unless they wish to stand up and be counted; my lips 
and keyboard are sealed.
You know who you are ^_^ ^_^

It involves 'Mink'; the main character in Dragon Half - an 
Anime and Manga that's close to my heart.

Dragon Half is copyright Ryuusuke Mita.

Special thanks to Curtiss Hoffman and Kiyoshi Takenaka for 
the translations of the Dragon Half manga.

WARNING 1 - This story uses all of the seven manga 
            volume's events as a base.
            If you haven't read either the manga or the
            translations there are "spoilers" ahead.

WARNING 2 - This 'Mink' is substantially different to the 
            anime.  The anime only used the first two volumes
            of the Dragon Half manga as source material.
            And of course this is not a straight forward add
            on to the manga either.

WARNING 3 - Sorry this another 'dark' fic; so far. I might get 
            silly later on.

The bits that follow are in the order I scribbled them down in,
and will be shuffled around at some point.  It also shows just how 
my mind leaps from topic to topic - totally random ^_^

There are bound to be plenty of spelling/gramatical errors.

This is unfinished (obviously) but I'm looking for some
C&C (*please*) before taking it too much further.

<text> idicates a character's thoughts.


Now on with the lunacy ...


Dragon Half  -  No decision has been made on the title yet
===========     but it will involve a pun (or two) ^_^


Legends are Made of This
========================
<-- add -->
"The prophecy says the crystal and its followers will enslave 
the land and people for all time.  The only opportunity to halt 
its evil spread is now.  Once the shrine falls beneath the 
crystal's power all will be lost forever.  I must warn you 
though; those that take the challenge to destroy the crystal 
may never see their friends or homeland again," the old sage 
advises Mink.

She ponders the words carefully before asking the sage, 
"How long until the crystal takes over completely ?"

"That I can not say, but judging by its current progress it 
won't be very long." 
He points to a band of dark storm clouds gathering on the 
mountain tops.

Mink's eyes follow his out-stretched hand and notes that it's 
also much darker than it should be for the season; there is a 
marked chill in the air too.
"Destruction is the only way ?" she asks.

"Unfortunatey that is so, according to the legends.
Are you prepared to fulfil the prophecy ?"

She shakes her head, 
"No not yet, I must first go and consult with my friends."

"Very well.  Return here first, should you decide to accept."

"Thank you, I will."
She bows to the sage before leaving his humble abode.
<-- add -->


The Invaders
============
They came slowly at first; a trickle of individuals who settled 
on the outskirts of towns and villages.  They were apparantly 
gentle folk who kept themselves to themselves and quietly 
went about their business of tending the small areas of land 
or trading goods with other locals.  It was in this way the 
invasion was never noticed until it was too late and then in a 
single night dozens more of tehm would secrete themselves 
in the advance party's dwellings.
The next night was when hell would break loose as the 
defences; if any; were overwhelmed.
Gates were unlatched, sentrys were overpowered and 
replaced with followers of the cause.

Then ... and then they came; from the darkness massed 
ranks of creatures some which were only previousy seen in 
people's nightmares; until now.  Villages rarely knew what 
overtook them; the same fate also befell small towns.  It was 
only when the first large town fell that a few folk managed to 
escape the carnage and outrun the advancing enemy 
hordes.

Two such people managed to live long enough to reach a 
the outskirts of a small village not far from a large city.  They 
staggered out of the forest and collapsed exhausted noisily 
behind a young girl.  She turned round in great surprise; 
she'd been concentrating so hard that she hadn't been aware 
of the their presence until their collapse.  She lowered her 
cane from where she'd been holding it aloft; pointed it 
towards them and warily approached the two recumbant 
strangers.

Their clothes were tattered and cut in several places as 
though they'd been attacked by someone or something.  She 
bent closer to get a closer look and wrinkled her nose in 
disdain as she inhaled a whiff of accumulated sweat and 
accumlated grime; clearly they hadn't washed for several 
days.
<Maybe even weeks> she thought.

Gingerly she poked them gently with the tip of her cane; this 
merely elicited a gutural grunt of two but they didn't move.
Unable to rouse them further she turned and ran towards the 
village for help.  Her parents were away, visting some 
friends in another village to the east and wouldn't be back for 
another week.  She passed two houses and knocked on the 
door of 
the third; hoping her friend was in and more importantly her 
parents.

The door opened to reveal a young girl of seventeen; 
strangely she was dressed in a full suit of armour.
"Lufa !" she cried in greeting and hugged her startled friend.

"Hu-Hi Pia, is your father in ?" she managed to choke out as 
Pia was squeezing her rather hard.

"Err sorry about that, got a bit carried away."
Pia's face flushed slightly.
"Yes.  He's out the back I think.  Come on in."

Lufa stepped past Pia who closed door.
"FATHER" she yelled towards the rear of the house.

Lufa shook her head to clear the ringing in her ears; she'd 
given up long ago trying to explain to Pia that even though 
she was no longer an elf she had more sensitive hearing 
than dwarves.

A look of concern came over Pia's face as she realised that 
Lufa was strangely silent; normally she was quite chatty 
when she came to visit.
"Something wrong ?" Pia queried.

There was a noticeable pause before Lufa answered.
"Well I was out near the forest earlier when ...."

Just at that moment Pia's father Mario came in answer to her 
call.
"Hello Lufa." he nodded a greeting to the girl and turned to 
his daughter.
"What in heaven's name was that yell for ?"

Lufa answered in Pia's stead.
"I need to ask your advice on something seeing as my 
parents are away."

<Oh hell, I hope she hasn't got herself pregnant, they'll lynch 
me>, flashes briefly through his mind.

Lufa's next words although discounting this, do nothing to 
allay his fear though.
"I was out practising near the forest edge when two people 
collapsed from out the bushes.  They look like they've been 
running from or have been in a fight.  I don't think they're 
dead yet but I couldn't rouse them."

<Only a fight she says>, Mario thinks before fainting.

Pia and Lufa catch him before he hits the floor.
A mischieveous grin flickers over Lufa's face,
"He's getting better isn't he ?
That was almost three seconds before he fell."
Pia says nothing and smiles before throwing a glass of water 
over her father to bring him round.

"Two people ?
Okay let me get the village guards and the druid.
Then we'll go and have them checked over."
Mario got halfway through the door and turned,
"Wait here please.
Pia prepare a water gourd.
I'll be back shortly.", with that he was gone.
<-- add --> 


The City Falls
==============
The remains of Civa city lies smouldering after the blazing 
attacks launched by the rampaging hordes; followers of 
crystal's druids.
Royal guards and the local militia banded together to defend 
the city; sadly it was not enough.  After only three days the 
defences crumbled and the city was raped and pillaged; only 
a decaying shell was left behind. Their confidence and spirits 
broken; those that were able fled.
The life of the once proud city was gone; snuffed out like a 
candle's flame.  The king's final request was those who had 
fought for freedom to abandon this lifeless void and regroup 
to continue the fight against the evil horde.

The whites of her eyes were in sharp contrast to the dark 
shadows beneath them; a testament to the non-stop battles.
Vena's once prim hands were blistering and peeling from the 
many fireballs and other spells she had continuously cast 
against the invaders; but even her magic had failed to stem 
the advance.  Although they fell in great swathes when her 
spells struck home, they rose again to return to the fray; 
unstopable it seemed unless cleaven with sword, axe or other 
melee weapon.  The main problem with this was if someone 
got close enough to hit them the fighter was frequently hit as 
well.

After a day of fighting like this Vena changed tactics and 
went to heal the sick and injured.  She was surprised when 
she came across a very familiar figure prostrated on a litter; 
Mink!  Initially her anger boiled to the surface and she 
refused to treat her; later Vena learned that Mink had been 
injured whilst trying to protect a group of children who were 
being led to safety by Pia.  Despite her jealousy of Mink and 
Dick's happiness something inside pushed this aside and she 
put her mind to the task of healing the flame-haired warrior.
Later still she learned that Mink had wiped out one hundred 
assailants in protecting the children and when her sword had 
been broken had layed into the attackers with her bare 
hands.  Vena secretly wished she could help more in the 
attacks but resigned herself to healing the sick even if that 
meant helping Mink. 

As she layed a cooling compress on Mink's forehead the 
young warrior's eyes flicked open and flash of firey light 
burned bright within them.  Taking Mink's hand, Vena 
squeezed it gently in a reassuring manner, 
"Don't worry I'm not here to fight you.
 Now rest easy whilst I tend your wounds."

Confusion temporarily reigned in Mink's mind until she saw 
the calm expression and tear stains on Vena's face.  She 
went to speak but Vena raised a finger to her lips, 
"Hush, you've got some nasty wounds that need attention.
I heard about what you did in saving the party of children Pia 
was leading, I wish I had the courage to do so too.
Just keep hitting those scum."
The last word was heavily laced with venom and disdain.

"Where's Dick ?" Mink whispered, her voice rasping in her 
dry throat.

"He was helping to organise the withdrawl last I heard.
Don't worry I'm sure he's safe.
Now lie still please; I'm tired and don't have the energy to 
waste trying to hold you still."

Vena knelt down; held her hands over Mink and began 
invoking a healing spell; chanting slowly at first.  Her hands 
aquired a faint green aura which slowly increased in 
brightness as the pace of the chant increased.  Just when it 
seemed she couldn't go any faster she stopped abruptly and 
shouted another strange word that Mink failed to catch; then 
she brought her hands into contact with Mink's body.  They 
both convulsed and cried out in sympathy as the green glow 
dissipated into Mink.
<-- add -->


Shattered Dreams
================
Mink swung her sword with all her considerable strength in a 
majestic arc towards the dark crystal.  The resistance to her 
blow was incredible, then she felt something begin to give; 
duely encouraged she pressed home the attack, deftly 
drawing her blade back for another strike. She put every 
ounce of strength she had into this swing and was rewarded 
with a satisfying clang as her sword cleft the crystal splitting 
it into several fragments before hitting the metal base.

The temperature rose suddenly as a massive release of 
energy swept through the room.  Mink began to sweat; which 
was most unusual; being as she was descended from a 
kaiser red dragon.  She tried to move away but found she 
was rooted to the spot.  Her sword began to glow with an odd 
red haze which spread along its length towards her; 
frantically she tugged with all her might on the sword silently 
imploring it to come free.  It was all to no avail though; the 
haze spread from the sword to her hands and as it did so she 
found she could no longer feel the hilt of her sword; the 
numbness creeping up her arms as the red haze advanced 
over them.

Mink tried to speak a spell that might save her, but her voice 
had already been claimed by the creeping haze.  She was 
now having difficulty breathing as a tightness spread across 
her chest and it seemed to be getting dark as well.  Mink was 
scared; she'd been willing to lay down her life to save the 
kingdom but she didn't want to die like this; a swift warrior's 
death in the midst battle of battle would have been noble, 
but this was most unbecoming.

Suspecting her time was drawing near she gave a prayer of 
thanks that she'd maybe saved the kingdom and another for 
the life she'd led; short though it was.  Her last thoughts were 
of her husband Dick Saucer and her friends who'd layed 
down their lives valiantly defending what'd they'd believed in.
Then the darkness claimed her and a deathly silence 
pervaded the room.
<-- done -->

The Skirmish
============
The creature growled in anger as another missile ricoched 
off its hide; its two female opponents being nimble enough to 
avoid its blows.  The males it had encountered earlier hadn't 
been so careful and had perished as a result of their 
mistakes.  The younger of the two women was snipping at it 
from behind the shelter of some trees, whilst the elder used 
her greater experience and agility to slip in close with more 
telling shots.

Another shot forced it back towards an old temple gate; the 
three great stones forming a shape not unlike the 
mathematical symbol 'PI'.  More shots rang out from the 
young fighter; finding one of the creatures eyes, half
blinding it; it bellowed loudly with rage and pain.
Sensing an opportunity the elder darted from her hiding
place behind the other pillar; she yelled, a glowing sword
appeared in her hand and she slashed through the creature's
torso slicing it in two.

She stepped back, a smile of triumph on her face; a warning 
shout rang out from her partner.
"Watch out! That pillar's crumbling."

The triumphant grin disappeared and she leapt back and ran 
as the cross piece toppled from the crumbling pillar.  A 
resounding crash rent the night air as the great stone hit the 
ground; small splinters of the pillar's stone arcing through the 
air.

"Thanks for the warning, I guess that pillar must have been 
quite weak," the sword wielder said, her heart beating 
strongly from the near miss.

"That's okay, I guess it's finished.
I don't think it will get up from under that lot." 
Her younger companion smiled and indicated the huge 
stone; which had somehow remained in one piece.

A shout rang out, her elder companion pointed to the south.
"Sounds like the others need help, come on !"
They turned and vanished into the night leaving the 
creature's remains to rot under the great stone.
<-- done -->


Storm Force
===========
Two nights later a violent storm rages; driving rain pummels 
the ground and lightning flashes from cloud to cloud as it 
drifts towards the city limits.  The storm increases in its 
intensity and a loud clap of thunder rents the night as a huge 
bolt strikes near the site of the old temple.  A large glowing 
orb of ball lightning travels across the ground, weaving from 
side to side and bobbing up and down, but drawing ever 
closer to the collapsed bridging stone.  It impacts with the 
stone; a nimbus of light plays briefly over the surface of the 
stone, then with a tremendous bang and flash it dissipates.
The storm continued, driven onwards by the wind, its sounds 
and flashes receding into the distance.

To those above ground all appears normal, no damage is 
apparant; however below it is an entirely different story.
Several recent events have caused a change in the ground 
below the old temple's gate.  Earthquakes ancient and new, 
have taken their tole; the felling of the great stone and now 
the storm have caused the roof of an ancient underground 
chamber to collapse leading to the toppling of a pedistall 
within.  The outcome of which will have a dramatic effect 
upon the lives of some citizens of the sprawling metropolis to 
the south.
<-- done -->


Trouble Awakes
==============
A small shaft of sunlight occasionally pierces the gloom of 
the chamber highlighting
the centuries of dust lying on the floor and a statue of a 
woman dressed in armour.  Several hours without further 
incident, however something is slowly stiring below ground 
level; the statue is begining to move.  The dust of centuries 
begins to crack and flake off the figure as she flexes her 
limbs slowly increasing the movement and speed as though 
she was learning how to move again.  Carefully she limbers 
up continually exercising her muscles which have been 
dormant for ... Mink realises that she has no idea of the 
current season or age.  Even though aircraft were flying in 
her age, portable chronometers that ran for more a season 
were unheard of.

The soft yellowish globe of a simple light spell illuminates 
most of the chamber though parts of it remain in deep 
shadow.  She walks down the entrance tunnel only to find it 
blocked by rockfalls; somewhat dejected she returns to main 
chamber to sit upon a lump of rock being mindful to avoid 
touching the crystal's base.  Thinking back to the events that 
led to her imprisonment and her subsequent re-awakening 
Mink is certain that is not her world and sobs gently knowing 
that her husband and friends won't be here.  A stream of 
tears run down Mink's face in small rivulets leaving lines in 
the grime on her face; she brushes them aside several 
times, smudging the grime further.

"How do I get out of here now ?" she ponders.  Her 
contemplation is interrupted by some drops of water falling 
upon her from above.  A glimmer of hope sparks and she 
sniffs the air; it's fresh !  Now where could that be coming 
from ?  She stares hard at the roof looking for any sign of 
light, alas there is none immediately visible.  Dismissing the 
light spell Mink closes her eyes and waits until her vision is 
once again accustomed to the dark.  Carefully she scanned 
the roof for even a faint glimmer of light in any of the 
spectrums her eyes were capable of seeing.  Several times 
she moved her position and re-scanned the roof.

There ! A minute fleck of light; she gave thanks for her 
dragon heritage and the enhancements it bestowed upon 
her.  Fixing her gaze upon the tiny fleck of light she streched 
her wings and flew cautiously upwards her hands 
outstreched to fend off any obstacles.  As her fingers make 
contact with the roof, a whiff of fresh air blows across her 
face; her heart jumping in excitement.

Feeling her way with her hands reveals nothing; extending 
her claws she grips the rock firmly with one hand and tears 
away at the crevice with her other hand.  Lumps of rock 
cascade below falling upon the chamber floor; several times 
a clinking noise is heard as lumps of rock clatter off her 
sword.  The hole begins to enlarge quite rapidly; a captive 
dragon-half can be exceptionally destructive.  Eventually 
Mink emerges from the chamber; now almost as dusty as 
before she awoke.  After the rancour of the chamber the smell
of fresh air is intoxicating; freshly laced with moisture after
a light fall of rain.

Unsure of her environment Mink focuses her senses upon a 
search of the surroundings for potential enemies; several 
minutes pass but nothing is within range; she relaxes 
somewhat and leans against a large stone breathing in the 
sweet air.  Small pools of rainwater have collected in the 
hollows atop the stone; she laps them up after carefully 
sniffing them first, the fresh water going some way towards 
sating her thirst.  Her stomach rumbles reminding her that 
she has eaten in ...  Well she wasn't really sure, but even 
allowing for the time she'd been awake before and after 
she'd smashed the crystal it would be about two days.  Water 
she could easily locate, but food was not something she'd 
initially considered as a problem; she mentally slapped her 
herself for overlooking something so obvious.

<I wonder what the hunting is like round here>, Mink thought, 
<catching baby raashi back home was really easy.>
The faint scent of cooked meat drifted her way at that 
moment as the wind shifted, she perked up instantly and 
checked the wind's direction.  Launching herself into the air 
Mink had made three powerful strokes with her wings when 
she realised that the scent trail didn't extend into the air.
She dropped to the ground again; carefully sniffing the air; 
having successfully regained the scent trail Mink strode off 
at a brisk pace.

Her attention is so focused upon obtaining food that upon 
encountering a line of closely parked vehicles she merely 
pushes one aside in order to get past; her 'little' push results 
in seven vehicles suffering from both front and rear damage 
as they concertina together.  The worst damage is to the 
two vehicles Mink first pushed; heavily indented hand shaped
imprints in the metal.

The trail is taking her through the outskirts of the city and 
towards a more populated area.  Finally she spies her 
objective; a mobile food stall driven along by a human 
pedaling a bycycle; Mink raises her arm, waves to him and 
calls out.  The seller pulls over and upon seeing her armour 
wonders if it was a good move to stop; he looks her over 
carefully.
<She's either unwashed or been through a mudslide,>
he thinks,
<but she's quite good looking from what I can see.>
Judging by her confident stance he decides that it would be
wise to be polite lest she decides to attack him.
"Wha... what can I do for you Miss ?" he manages to 
stammer out, his mouth not fully syncronised with his brain, 
having just noticed the large sword scabbard at her waist; 
fortunately it's empty.

Mink looks at the man in puzzlement; this was something 
else she was unprepared for; a language barrier.
<Hmm, now what do I do ?  Perhaps he can understand me.>
"What sort of food do you have ?" Mink asks.

It is now the seller's turn to look puzzled, <Bother a gaijin>, he 
thinks and tries to remember the only other language he was 
taught in school; English.
"Please I not understand.  You English speak ?"
The quizical look on Mink's face clearly tells him that she 
doesn't.

The enticing aroma emanating from the stall is making her 
salivate and at that point her stomach speaks for her and 
rumbles loudly; Mink giggles slightly and blushes.  She 
thinks for a moment and then points to her open mouth 
whilst patting her belly; fortunately the seller decides to show 
her a burger from the cart at this point.  Mink eyes up the 
food and holds up four fingers hoping they share the same 
method of counting; he nods and wraps up four burgers. He 
holds out a hand and rubs his fingers across his palm.  For a 
brief moment she is confounded; then it dawns on her; 
payment !  Checking her money pouch she finds just over a 
hundred gamels, mostly in low denomination coins.
<Fortune be with me,> she thinks and hands over a five gamel 
piece, <I hope that's enough.>

The seller eye the strange coin suspiciously, holding it up to 
the light of his cart. He has never seen such a coin before; 
five sided with odd symbols and some form of writing upon 
its faces.  His next action totally confuses Mink; he puts it in 
his mouth and bites hard leaving a fairly hefty indentation in 
the surface; next he scores the surface heavily with the tip of 
a knife before re-examning it in the light.  The examination 
over he smiles at Mink and pockets the coin.  He hands her 
some pieces of coloured paper and some other coins.

<Too much I suppose and this must be the local currency.>
Mink thinks; putting them in another pouch.

The seller smiles and hands her the food she has just 
purchased; she politely takes the package and bows slightly 
to him as a thank you.  As she leaves there is a scream from 
behind and she briefly turns to see the seller with a look of 
severe shock pointing to her tail.
On seeing her looking at him he quickly leaps onto his cart 
and peddles off rapidly; shouting something loudly.

<Oh well, I wonder what that was about ?> Mink muses whilst 
happily munching on the second burger as she walks off 
back the way she came.  She re-locates the site of the 
chamber without further incident; not seeing any where to 
place the now empty bags she
tosses them into the air one by one and incinerates each one 
with a blast of flame as it falls back to earth.

Chuckling to herself she looks at the opening to the 
chamber,
"I can't fly through that and it will be a struggle to keep 
squeezing through that gap.
I guess I'll just have to move that stone a bit."

She walks around the stone, stoops, grasps one end with 
both hands and straightens up. With a small amount of effort 
she moves one end of the stone five metres.
<Oh, it's not as heavy as I thought it would be after all.> she 
thinks.
Satifisfied she's moved it far enough she puts it down gently; 
not wanting to collapse any more of the chamber roof; her 
efforts are rewarded with a hole large enough for her to fly 
down through.

Once on the chamber floor again she casts another light 
spell and sees her sword protuding from the rubble.
Reaching out, her hand nearly closes around the hilt; she 
suddenly draws back; an icy tingle running up her spine 
warning her of danger.
<It was when my sword touched the crystal's holder that I 
became paralysed,> she recalls.
Unsure if the power is active she gingerly clears away the 
rubble from around her sword and the holder until satisfied 
she has enough clear space around them.

Collecting up an armful of suitable sized rocks she begins to 
throw them at the point where her sword connects with 
crystal's holder.  It takes several attempts to dislodge her 
sword; even then she is initially very wary of picking up her 
sword.

"Hell, all it can do is put me to sleep again." she mutters 
tying to sound confident in her suposition; then she lunges 
forward and grasps the hilt lifting up her sword towards the 
light.

"Ha, I did it." she announces to an empty chamber; a small 
shiver of joy runs through her as she wipes the dust from it; 
the ornate engraving on the blade is as fresh as the day it 
was made.  Mink pauses; there is something different about 
it, but what ?  Carefully she examines the blade and hilt;
it is exactly as she remembers it.  Flipping it around in her
hands; the balance point seems fine; so what is the difference ?
Unable to determine the cause she slips it into the scabbard at
her waist and returns to the entrance tunnel where she had left
her cloak and pack.

Scrabbling in the rubble she finds the remains of long rotten 
strap; the drawstring to her pack!
Further digging reveals a golden chain attached to her cloak 
beneath which lies the thing that will make her time here 
easier; her spell book.  The magical enchantments that had 
been placed upon them all that time ago have protected 
them from the ravages of time.  When she holds up her 
cloak the odour hits her nostrils like hammer blow. 
"Phe eew ! This reeks to high heaven. 
It will need a good wash before I wear it again." she 
exclaims.
A broad smile lights up her face as she notices the filth that 
still encrusts her, 
"But there again I suppose I could as well."

Returning to the main chamber she renews the light spell 
that had begun to fade and wipes her hands as clean as 
possible on her cloak, undoes a clasp and opens her spell 
book.  Rapidly flipping through the pages she locates the 
spell she was looking for and then curses loudly,
"Damn it !
Where am I going to get a lock of elven hair form round here ?"

"Well that rules out casting 'understand language' on me," 
she mutters, "would have been mighty useful though."  For a 
want of some else to do she idly finishes reading the spell 
and sees a reference to another that can be cast upon 
objects.

"Oh well I doubt this will any use either, but what do I have to 
lose ?"
More page flipping follows; her mood brightening slightly, 
"Hmm, requires a personal item and ... " she turns over the 
page and reads further, 
"a drop of the owner's blood."
She chuckles in contentment; "I can fulfill those 
requirements very easily, though I think a good wash is 
needed first before openng any wounds."

Plucking a hair from her head she places it across the corner 
of the page before closing the book and re-fastening the 
clasp.  The ends of her flame-red hair protrude from the 
pages like a book mark.  Mink gathers her cloak and book 
up, mutters "dispell" at which point the chamber is plunged 
into darkness as the light spell disolves to black.  Remaining 
still until her vision is atuned to the dark, she flies upwards 
and hovers; quickly she scans the surroundings for 
observers; seeing none she flies upwards once more and 
lands neatly on top of the great stone.  Placing her cloak and 
book atop the stone she hops down and picks up the stone to 
move over the hole.

Whilst moving the stone she has a flash of inspiration,
"That's it ! I seem to be much stronger than before."
No-one would argue that statement; for she carried the great 
stone with little or no apparant strain; much like a grown man 
lifting a kitten up.  Drawing her sword she skillfully juggles 
with it; as a finale she spins it rapidly throwing it high in the 
air before catching it and cleaving a piece off the stone.
"Heh heh, look out trouble; here I come."

Satisfied the hole is closed Mink retrieves her cloak and 
book and flies off into the night heading away from the city 
and towards the open countryside.  Unbeknown to her 
though her actions with the stone and flight were observed; 
the figure in the shadows falls over in surprise and comes to 
several minutes later.
When he reports the events to the police, they dismiss it as 
halucinations bought on by too much alchohol and the bump 
on the head.
<-- add -->
 

Well that's all so far; shall I continue ?
C&C much appreciated.
Flames will be answered by Mink ^_^

-- Mink/Tempest   aka Robin Smith        Author: "BGC : The Tempest Chronicles"
http://www.ktsabers.demon.co.uk        Lichfield, Staffordshire, United Kingdom
IRC :  Mink  or  Tempest-    [ but "Mink" most of the time ^_^ ]