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Chapter TwoChapter TwoMonster
What woke me up from a nice warm slumber was myself being shaken.
"Wake up!" A voice said, by the sound of it, she must have said it about a few times. I just cracked open an eye. She jumped away in surprise, it was Silays. The Shem called her the Dalish Gypsy, all she read was the fire. It was her sister; Neanta that had the power even though she was blind.
"Ashalle is worried sick about you, she's been rushing around looking everywhere for you!" She said.
She had the brightest green eyes and gold of hair, but it barely came to the middle of her neck. She had on a green, blue top that covered her blossom and came into a point of her belly button. Her blue, green skirt was hardly held on by her small hips. On her skirt was her mask, it was sea green with the ruins of Ghilan'nainthe mother of the halla. And her sea blue ribbon on her hips too.
"And our people say the King and his family are going to be here by midday!" She said with her hands on her hips,
Chapter One"I thought I would drown, but its ok right now"
Chapter One- breath
With a silent and shuttering intake of breath did I pull back my arrow, my sight fully fixed on the deer grazing, I aimed and let go my breath silently as the arrow flew and spun in a graceful dance with the wind, only to sink into the flesh with a wet thud of the unaware deer.
I couldn't help the sad twist of my lips as I walked over to the dead deer. I crouched down and kissed my fingers and pressed them beside the doe. Her white fur was sodden with her bright red blood. Her brown eyes almost like my own were glassed over with death; she didn't even have time to run. I felt her pain as if it was my own. I carefully took out my arrow and set it beside me.
"Creators please bless this deer, for her life with up hold our own. May you smile upon her" I whispered softly to the warm wind. Soon, all too soon winter would be upon us. Already the leaves were changing to red, brown and the plants dying. In a few moon cycles the
In the mist of night a cloaked person stepped from behind a huge elegant tree holding something tightly to her body. Bright eyes meet hazel and turned away.
The red haired woman starred down at her beautiful emma'asha for the last time. The woman kissed the sleeping baby's marked face and placed her into the arms of the waiting hazel eyed man.
"Must you go?" the man asked with a heavy accent. The only answer was her eyes filling up like a well.
"Please. . . don't tell her." The woman said and handed the Elvhen man a piece of paper and a necklace. The man took it silently and held onto the woman's hands.
"Her name is Arinka Au'tari Mahariel. She was born on the day of Fen'Harel the enansal hour." she said pulling her cloak tighter.
"I will, but only because its you who asks." He said.
"Thank you." she said and turned and walked into the tree.
"Forever I will love you." the man whispered to the wind and turned.
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