| abstract | - "The Search" is the 9th book of the Left Behind: The Kids series. It's release date was in July of 2000. It was written by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins.
- Adam's search for troublesome look-a-like Tom Burns lands him in the Placerville jail for two murders committed by Burns.
- Name: The Search Year: 1986
- Sisko and the crew take a new starship into the Gamma Quadrant to contact the Founders of the Dominion.
- The Search is een trilogie van stripalbums.
- The search is a RuneScape free-to-play player.
- Olivia is preparing to visit a friend and takes Elizabeth and a very reluctant Jim-Bob with her. Ben and Jason are asked to change one of the tyres on the truck before they leave and each leaves it to the other so that it is not done. The jack is also left at home and, needless to say, the tyre blows out and the car runs off the road and into some bushes. Problems further arise when the hen they were taking to Olivia's friend escapes and Elizabeth follows it into the woods trying to catch it. Olivia and Jim-Bob follow her to stop her from becoming lost and all three end up not being able to find their way back to the road. They finally see smoke coming from a house, only to find that it is a bootleggers camp and they are making illegal moonshine. These people bundle the three onto the back of their truck and take them further into the woods before letting them off, leaving them hopelessly lost, with a storm brewing. At the Walton home, John is alerted that the three are missing and a search party is formed to try to find them before the storm hits. The three on the mountain set up markers and survive because of the things Jim-Bob has heard from both his father and his grandfather. They are finally located and taken back home. Pity poor Erin and Mary Ellen though...they had to wait around the house doing chores for Grandma all day because she says that it is better for them to keep busy!
- The Search might be:
* "The Search, Part I" , a Star Trek: Deep Space Nine episode
* "The Search, Part II" , the second part of the DS9 storyline
* The Search (novel), the novelization of the two-part DS9 story
* The Search (comic), a comic
* Star Trek III: The Search for Spock, the third Star Trek film
* Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (novel), the novelization of the film
- The Search is a graphic novel trilogy set one year after the events of The Promise and preceding those detailed in The Rift. Written by Gene Luen Yang with Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko, the trilogy was released in three separate installments by Dark Horse Comics in collaboration with Nickelodeon throughout 2013. The story focuses on Zuko and Azula as they search for their mother, Ursa, with Team Avatar accompanying them to keep the mentally unstable princess in check. The Search trilogy includes:
* The Search Part One
* The Search Part Two
* The Search Part Three
- The sound of tired footsteps echoed through the vastness of the Great Hall, as the dark cloaked figures made their way to the center of the temple. The black and cold walls, littered with grotesque images and daemonic visages stared down upon the zealots as they made their ever so usual path into prayer, for that is all they knew to do, and all they are meant to do. For such is life within the walls of Ka'nibu'raam, the temple of the cursed path, shrine and fortress of nameless, the faithful of Tzeentch. The endless masses within the temple, shielded from the dark sun's kiss above them and the horror of the Screaming Wastes which surrounded the mountain into which the grim beauty of Ka'nibu'raam was carved into. Within its walls, they were all equal, nameless servants of darkness and the forbidden teachings, devoting their whole life to prayer, but also the keeping of knowledge. He was one in the mass, another nameless shade of dirty black cloth, obeying and serving as any other of his peers as he made his walk towards the center. Forgotten languages, or those so horrible to be spoken, reach his ears from all sides of the halls. Others crying in anguish, or reveling in exalted zeal, he could not tell, but it was natural for him, no longer horrible, as he keeps threading the path he chose for himself. There are no thoughts of doubt, even as a small voice in his mind might tell him otherwise, no, there was only wonder. The libraries filled with scriptures which oblivion had sealed eons ago, maybe even with a reason, stood open before those who called this temple home, and for what a small price? A mere life in devotion in return for knowledge which surpases the age of man? It is truly nothing. He turned his head as the massive gates closed, hiding the cursed red skies and black clouds which engulf the world outside. The mighty rock and walls above and around him made him forget about the worries of the world, as anyone else there has. They are not to fear, neither what is outside nor inside the temple, not even what lurks deep inside the darkest corners of the mind or what the ages have hidden in ancient lore. They are to only seek, find and keep what ever discovery they can, to further understand that what man can not understand. He kept going, ever forward as the praying echoes began mounting up the closer he got, until a cry erupted. A doomseer, they call it, going mad from the unholy visions and dreams, they begin screaming about the end, be it the end of the world, universe, galaxy or life in total. But this time, he felt different, the cries of his doomseeing comrade were of a kind he never saw thus far. Such conviction and zeal in each of the words he said, he stopped as his heart suddenly felt fear. The roaring thunder, the bloodthirsty giants and the extermination his brother in faith spoke of so fanatically felt so real, as if they were happening right now. Taking a deep breath he continued along the path as the doomseer collapsed to the ground, as the others went on. Even as he thought he had defeated the fear once more, he too now felt a sense of impending doom, a sense beyond anything he could smell, hear, feel, touch or see, something which itself was far from beyond human reason. Had madness taken his mind too? But as he got closer to his destination, above the great arch which ends the Great Hall, he finally remembered, he had dreamt about what the other said. He stood there in shock, and soon the rest stopped as massive roars were shaking the temple, and a part of the roof falling down after a great explosion. The once quite mass, erupted in panic in the sight of impending devastation. As a massive iron coffin dropped from the sky, he felt drawn to it. He dreamt of it too, and as he got closer his dream came back to him in more and more shocking detail. Some brothers backed away while others came in awe to see it, and he was amongst the first. He had no fear no doubt, for he had seen it all in his sleep. The odd feeling in his gut became stronger as his eyes gazed upon the symbol. Upon the black surface of the coffin, marked in white, a human skull engulfed in flames. He suddenly knew what was going to happen, and backed away as the door where the sign stood dropped. Fear had returned to his heart for a moment, unable to remember what happened next, as he could only remember darkness and nothing else. He looked closer, as his heart was beating like it hadn't in many years. And suddenly, he was calm, his heart stopped racing, as he finally understood the end of his dreams when his eyes were met by the red shining light of the helmed giant in front of him. There was no fear, only death...
- The Search is the 36th episode of He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, written by David Wise and directed by Steve Clark. Zodac warns the Sorceress that Skeletor is searching for the Starseed, and He-Man is sent on a perilous journey to reach the cosmic power before it can be used for evil.
- "The Search" is the fifteenth episode of the seventh season of the American television comedy series "The Office" and the show's 141st overall. It was written by Brent Forrester and directed by Michael Spiller. It originally aired on February 3, 2011. It was viewed by 7.29 million people.
- The Search is the first of two stories in Scooby Apocalypse #11, by DC Comics. It was followed by View from the Tower.
- As Nouala read the letter in the soft spring breeze her brows rose in puzzlement. "Gone?" she said to herself. After reading the letter a second time, she made her way to the house of Elizabetha and Richeron where she had been staying. After a short while, she left the house dressed in full armor and made her way to the Cathedral Square. She found Elizabetha standing outside the Cathedral. By the look of her face, Elizabetha could sense something was wrong. "What is the matter, Nouala?" she asked. "My mother has disappeared from the room she locked herself in, right under the eyes of the Sentinels." Nouala explained. "I have to go and look for her. I do not know how long I will be, but I expect to find her at the Ruins of Ravenwind." Elizabetha sighed, "I wish I could come with you..." Elizabetha pulled Nouala into a friendly hug. "Ashal'thelal" said Elizabetha. "I will go then, for Kalimdor" said Nouala as she started to leave reluctantly. As Nouala made her way to the Gryphons, she heard Elizabethas voice ring out across the square "You will find her Nouala!" Nouala smiled, and felt a lot better about her search. The journey to Kalimdor was quiet and uneventful. At the family house in Auberdine, Nouala got her suspiscions confirmed; her mother has left in the form of a cat, but there seemed to be something - odd about it. "The trail leads south..." Nouala followed the trail southward, finally stopping at the ruins of her ancestral home. "Ravenwind, I knew I would find her here." she said to her Frostsaber Kirfalah. "She must be somewhere nearby." "Looking for me daughter?" said her mother's voice behind her. Nouala turned with a start. Her mother was standing behind her in her druidic robes, unadorned except for a necklace with a darkly colored gem that somehow seemed familiar to Nouala. "How did you get there?" she asked. Her mother shrugged "I am a Druid" she answered, "Why did you follow me here?" Nouala looked at her mother; "You left Auberdine without a word after..." "After having locked myself up, and wallowed in my own misery for several months" interrupted her mother coldly, "is that what you are going to say?" Nouala was taken aback by her mother's abrubtness; "No, I was..." "Worried about me," said her mother nastily. "How sweet. But you can forget asking me to return home. I left as a cat, and a cat I'll stay. I have had enough of this life, I will spend the remainder of my time as a cat." her mother's voice left no room for discussion. Nouala knew from experience, that there was no talking to her when she was in this state and decided to let the matter rest - for now. She would be back later, and she would make her mother listen to her. "And what has my wayward daugther been doing with the humans?" asked her mother, changing the subject. "I have been making friends, my best friend is Elizabetha, a human paladin." said Nouala defiantly. "Friends! With humans!", her mother sounded shocked. "And you realize, that even if they get to live a long life by their reckoning, they will be dead and gone in a mere moment for you?" she asked. Nouala smiled peacefully "Yes, I know, and I do not care. The joy I gain from our friendship will be with me always." Her mother looked at her strangely, trying to see if she was serious; "And that is the truth?" "Yes mother. I would not be without her friendship. This is my choice!" said Nouala. Her mother gave her a long glance and then, she smiled, "I am proud of you." The journey back to Stormwind City was uneventful. Nouala arrived the next evening and found Elizabetha by the fountain in the Cathedral Square talking to the druid Blueleaff. "Welcome back, life-friend." said Elizabetha as she took Noualas hand. "Did you find her? Was she allright?" "Yes, and yes, in a way," answered Nouala. "She is well, but she intends to remain in cat form for the rest of her life." "Rest of her days, did she say why?" asked Elizabetha. "Many druids feel it right to do so," said Blueleaff nodding to herself. "It's more complicated than that, Blueleaff," said Elizabetha, "But not my place to tell." "She wants to forget." said Nouala, "The form she has chosen is strong. If she stays a cat long enough, she will forget she was a Kaldorei." "And you, Nouala? Will you be alright?" asked Elizabetha with concern in her voice. "Yes, I will be fine. She spoke to me." said Nouala. "Well...that's a comfort. But you still deserve better." said Elizabetha. "I told her about you, and the bond of friendship we have made." said Nouala. "She asked me if I knew that even if you live to be one of the oldest ever of your race, you will be gone from my life much too fast. And I told her that did not matter, that the joy would always be strong in my mind. And then she..." Nouala paused for a while, emotion choking her. Elizabetha pulled Nouala closer and hugged her. "She smiled at me. She even said she was proud of me for making that choice." Nouala continued. "I just wish she'd be a mother for you many more years to come, instead of running away." said Elizabetha. "So would I," said Nouala, "But if it makes her happy. She deserves to be happy as well. It is just that, I think things are not as she claims, at least not all of it." "She was wearing a strange amulet around her throat, as a collar." said Nouala thoughtfully. "Could you describe it?" asked Blueleaff, taking a book from her pack. "Yes, this is the second time I see it." said Nouala, "It is a round ironwood plate with a stylized raven on one side. And some sort of dark gem on the other." Blueleaff whispered to her book and the pages turned "Dark colored or just black?" "It was long ago, but..." said Nouala, thinking hard "It was sort of ... smoky, like there was a small fog trapped inside it." Blueleaff turned to another page in her book. "But last night, it was completely clear." said Nouala, remembering "I was not supposed to have seen it those years ago. It was locked away, in a strong cabinet. I have no idea what it is. But it made me feel very uneasy. Do any of you have an idea what it could be for?" Blueleaff looked at her book, "It sounds similar to a shadow gem, but they tend to always be cloudy." "A shadow gem? What is that?" asked Nouala. "It's a gem, i think it may be native to us or of the furblogs, but it's used to ward off Fell energies." answered Blueleaff, reading from her book. "They ward off Fell energies, that does not sound dangerous." said Nouala, thoughtfully "But you say they are always cloudy... Maybe it was a trick of the light?" Blueleaff looked at her book again "Perhaps something has been done to it, it is hard to say.." "If it is just a ward against Fell powers, then why keep it locked up? It should be used instead." said Nouala, "If you had this gem, would you not keep it with you at all times?" "Indeed I would, in fact I believe the furblogs used to use it in their totems" said Blueleaff, nodding. Nouala sighed. "I hope I have helped," said Blueleaff. Nouala smiled at Blueleaff. "Your help have been invaluable Blueleaff, thank you. I had never heard of shadow gems, at least now I know what questions to ask." "But enough of my trip, how have you been, Elizabetha?" asked Nouala, and was answered with a soft snore from her friend. Nouala smiled at her sleeping friend. "Oh, she is asleep. She needs it, but we should try to get her home." Blueleaff transformed herself into a bear, and with Nouala holding Elizabetha on her back, they carried her across Stormwind to her home. Nouala spent the next few days leafing through every book on magical gems she could find in the Stormwind Library, but none of them could tell her more than she had already heard from Blueleaff. Sighing she put down the last book that had failed to provide her with any useful information and reached automatically for the next one. Her hand found nothing, and she looked up into the face of one of the librarians. "I'm sorry miss," he said, "you have read through every text we have on magical gems, even the more dubious ones." Nouala nodded, though thoroughly frustrated she managed to smile "Thank you for all your help." She rose, stretched and left the library, taking a deep breath of the cold morning air. "It looks like I must seek my answers elsewhere." With a yawn she mounted her Nightsaber and headed for the Gryphons, "maybe someone in Shattrath will know something." It was late in the evening when Nouala returned to Stormwind. Her usually cheery face was marred by a haunted look. She chanced upon Blueleaff outside Elizabetha's house just as Elizabetha was exiting. "Ishnu-Alah Nouala" said Blueleaff. "I have finally found some answers, maybe." said Nouala. Elizabetha exited the house as Nouala was saying "It is a long story, let us sit down." "Ishnu-Alah Elizabetha," said Blueleaff, as Elizabetha locked the door. "Ishnu-Alah both of you," said Elizabetha. "I could sense you earlier on Nouala, are you all right?" "I am all right, yes," answered Nouala, stressing the 'I' clearly. "What is the matter?" asked Elizabetha. "I ... found a possible answer to the gem my mother wears," said Nouala, "maybe we should sit, it is ... complicated." The trio went and sat under the tree on the corner by Elizabetha's house. Nouala sighed. "To start where we left off, Blueleaff pointed me in the right direction." "And I was lucky to run into a Sha'tari Anchorite that could fill the gaps." Blueleaff nodded slowly, listening as Nouala continued. "The gem is ... unique as far as he knows. It was created from a normal Shadowgem, and has the same protection against Fell energies, but ... When it is 'empowered', it grants, not protection, but complete immunity to any kind of Fell attack. But at a terrible cost." "It drains the lifeforce, doesn't it?" asked Elizabetha. Nouala nodded "You are right, in a way. It does use lifeforce." "If the immunity is used, even in the slightest, the gem will work for a full day. And then it will inflict pain on the user, until death occurs, even if it is discarded. The user then has one full day to ..." Nouala's voice trailed off clearly not wanting to continue. Elizabetha wordlessly held out her hand, and Nouala took it as she continued, "Sacrifice a sentient being to the gem to re-empower it." "To me it sounds like a trap from the burning legion." said Blueleaff. Elizabetha nodded, "A very logical suggestion, Blueleaff." "Oh, and the 'cloud' in the gem means that the gem is empowered." interjected Nouala, "When it is dull, as I saw it recently, the immunity has been activated. And you are right Blueleaff, according to the Anchorite." "He thinks - he does not know for sure, mind you - that the gem was made as a temptation, by Archimonde, or maybe Sageras himself." said Nouala. "I do not know how long my family have had it. But if it is true then ..." Nouala trailed off as Blueleaff took her free hand. Nouala squeezed the hands of both her friends and continued slowly, "My mother ... She was not in any pain when I saw her, and as a doctor, I can tell. And if it is that gem, it cannot be thrown away, get lost or be stolen." Nouala continued miserably "I hope he is wrong." "I have sent word to General Shandris Feathermoon, to hear if any gory deaths have occurred in Feralas. She was my brothers commander, I hope she remembers my name." "I hope to get a letter from her thinking my question odd. Because if not, then... My mother ... Gory sacrifice ... Brother ... ?" Nouala started crying in fear and Elizabetha pulled her into a hug. "Nouala my dear, let us not fear the worst yet." said Blueleaff. "But what if it is true, what should I do?" asked Nouala between sobs. "We will know." said Elizabetha, "We will find a way, Nouala. Believe that." Nouala hugged Elizabetha back as her sobbing stopped. In a small voice she asked; "Why do they do it, the Daemons? Why do they enjoy our suffering?" "Because they hate all life." said Elizabetha. "They feel nothing... only enjoyment of others suffering." said Blueleaff, gently stroking Noualas hair. "That is why we have to fight them. That is why we mustn't give up, Nouala." said Elizabetha. "I just wish for it to end, all the hurt." said Nouala softly. "Because of what you know, because of the foe we face, make stern your face, fasten your grip on your weapon." said Elizabetha encouragingly. "Help make it end." "You've faced them before, Nouala. You've fought them, and you've returned each time." "Maybe if we keep killing daemons they will get the message." said Nouala regaining some of her confidence, "And leave us alone!" She sighed, "and now there is nothing to do but wait..." A week passed... ((Continues in The Battle)) Nouala 20:29, 4 April 2007 (BST)
- The Search is a quest in Fable III given by a good-aligned villager created by players through the Fable III Villager Maker. If players created an evil villager instead, they will be offered the quest How to Get Ahead in Academia.
- The Search is the ninety-second episode of the revived series Leader Plankton!
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