Oh, and I also wrote a poem. :P  But, it's not finished. Ah, well. It's all that I feel comes out of what is in my head.

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The world,

Once filled with sorrow, pain,

And the ever so small

Pieces of truth,

Seems now to be caught

Amongst cool breezes,

That peel through

Holes in the walls.

 

Time changes everything.

Its time I stop fighting,

Its time I gave in.

 

Fleeting moments,

Of blissful times,

Are more and more apparent

At every winding curve.

 

Time changes everything.

Its time I stop fighting,

Its time I gave in.

 

So, I've finally picked up a pen and wrote a bit. It's a second chapter to the previous selection that I posted on here last year. Yeah, yeah, I know. Took me long enough. :P

 

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Chapter Two

 

            The blank stare that filtered across a blandly decorated room slowly began to refocus, once more taking in the small framed bed and woodened table that had seemed to become a prisoner’s daily outing. The room had two large windows that overlooked a large empty courtyard, but this room had become a prison of sorts, even if it was a self-made event. It was merely a matter of when Julia was ready to leave.

            The faint tapping of light-treading footsteps had begun the stressful path of walking down the hall outside Julia’s room. There were no other’s staying down this wing of the castle, so it was no surprise to the red-haired woman when those footsteps paused outside her door. A moment’s hesitation in the air, a moment of thin hope to tell the person outside her door to let her out, but it passed as quickly as it had come when those footsteps began to backtrack and retreat to safer areas.

            Julia held no grudge against whom ever that may have been; knowing all too well that no one around her believed that Julia was still in one nice mental piece.

            What did it matter if she was going insane? Was Julia not still queen? A scream had begun to grow in her throat, a scream to be released from a hell she didn’t truly believe that she deserved, but Julia forced herself to swallow it. That scream would have been useless, nothing but wasted energy. She had made them swear to not let her out, no matter how much she screamed, before she had entered into the room. But that had been almost a week ago, and the members of her household were beginning to get restless. Julia knew that once she regained enough strength she would be able to get herself out, but what about until then? How long would Julia keep herself locked inside this room for the recent horrors she had inflicted upon her daughter? Some thought that this was no true form of punishment, but was not keeping a mother away from her family, and away from others, not enough pain to align with punishment?

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I'll post more when I get it written into word.

I'll make a real post later on tonight, and make a huge update as to what's been going on. ^^

 

Until next time...

Hola. ^^ Here is the awaited part 3, which complete's the first chapter of the book. Which, Watcher has been adamently speaking about attempting to get published...I am heavily uncertain about it, but, that's because I haven't much faith in my writing..

And, BlueSkel, I'd be happy to have a link from your site. Thank you.

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     'All of the first floor rooms were designed basicly the same, as they were created for the travelers of so long ago. And while, they would still be used as such, Aste wished them not to be compared to the cheap Inn of the closest town. She loathed that town, and all of it's troubles. Aste would become adamently furious if this palace was ever compared to any part of that town.
     Realizing she had been staring into this long empty room for several seconds, Aste's gaze pulled up from the silent, stone slabs which comprised the palace floor.
     Who so long ago kept warm in this room? Aste had to struggle to remember the toddler looking boy she'd allowed into this very room. A child's room, or so it seemed that it was, fittingly deserved a child's fantasy.
     Gliding into the center of the four walled enclosure, Aste looked at the two tall window's which shed the only bits of faint light. More glass- more mirrored reflects, in which to give way to more beauty. Child's dreams for a child's room.
     This third room, with its duo of crystalized sand, would be the most simple. Shelves would soon line the wall to the left of the door. Shelves of both large and small composites in which all of one's treasure's could be safely stored. The wall to the right of the door would give rest to the massive mahagony headboard of the large, four poster bed. Yet, those slender sections of millions of mirrored reflections, would be as beautiful as the three which decorated the common room.
    Two stained glass works for two sateen images. One of vibrant reds molded together in a single form of a newborn dragon. The other, pale yellows coming together in the unmistakable image of a young, female, human child.
    Turning sharply around to face the door, those clawlike nails were once more driven upwards with the upswing of her right arm. Laying her darkly tanned, soft fleshed, fingers against the splintering wood, Aste closed her eyes. Was there ever to be a child to fill this room once more? An almost growl like crackle excaped her throat, a hand slipping roughly down to the door handle, as Aste slammed the door roughly shut. She had to force herself away from this first of many rooms.

Aight..sooo...here we go on part 2. I got the first portion of it down on paper, but I'll finish it off here. So, here it goes. Heh..

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'The overall feeling which overtakes one who enters into this vast encomberance of the sad structure is almost a sense of refound, buring hope which struggles to strike a blazing desire for life. It was almost enough to stop Aste in her tracks.
Perhaps it was just her strong will that allowed her to continue those pulled steps, or perhaps it was merely held in her current knowledge of all the changes she would be pushing into this almost hopelessly lost building. Either way it was looked upon, she did continue forward.
Stretching her right arm out to the side, those slender fingers slid across the cold stone wall of the front hall. Long erroded away carvings- mainly containing twined vines and leaves, caused her nails to lightly bounce against the wall. Was she merely to reawaken these old forgotten inscriptions or completely erase away these old memories to start anew?
Onward she pushed, through the wooden archway which seemed to desire the duty of protecting the main common room. Here, Aste did stop- allowing for a brief moment, the flood of past memories to hit her. It was here, in this common room, that she had come to terms with her new found position within this Realm. It was this place that she had been taken to, by Adorean, upon her abrupt entrance into this world from the World of Fae. A sigh, filled with an unbased sorrow, passed through her thin frame. She was forced to regain her composure, pushing the memories away, before entering into the cold, still room.
While this room was in no respects barren, it merely housed a few chairs, three small wooden tables placed carelessly around the room, and one makeshift long bench, covered with a thick blanket to guard one against the hard wood, which was about as long as Aste was tall. The large stone fireplace, housed within the far left wall, was damp with it's lack of use, but still it had failed to lose it's majestic appearance. This fireplace was what could be considered the focus point of the room. Soon, those flat stones would be carved with dragons and phoenix in their eternal forms- for Aste felt that no matter what form a creature was able to take, it would always be remembered in it's truest of forms.
Allowing her gaze to finally pull away from this stone giant, she looked closer at the wall which ran between her current position just under the archway, to the fireplace. It was barren, not even a single scrap of cloth hung upon the wall. It did, however, house a slender doorframe. No door stood in it's needed location, but it merely served as the enterance into the lower story food housing area. That nonintentionally piercing gaze shifted once more of the fireplace, and to the set of stairs which began it's journey on the opposite wall. This staircase lead to the second floor, in which it then turned and ran to the third. Aste, however, was only going to move one story to the next. She wasn't going to even day dream upon what the other two stories could house for her...For others.
This seemed to strike an odd nerve within her mind. For others? What exactly did she have in mind for other people? She was rebuilding this palace for herself, for her so called friends whom had still failed to prove themselves to her. Yet, had she not made an open decision almost a year ago, when Adorean had first brought her here? Had she not swore to keep this place open as a safe haven for any who could used such a place? Yes, she had, but perhaps she was now second guessing her choice. She would, however, never go back on her word to Adorean.
Sweet Adorean, where was he?
The corners of her thick lips turned downwards in a frown, as she finally pulled her gaze away from the stairs. Now was no time to be thinking of -him-. He was gone. He had left her. Or, so she thought.
Running down yet another barren wall, she came to the wall on her right. This was mainly used to house the large windows overlooking part of the front courtyard, and the outer wall. The windows, she considered, were a must. Yet, there were so many nicer ways to have windows. Mainly, she smiled to herself, stained glass. Three windows, three different stained glass arts. One, the largest, being housed as the center window, would naturally house a picture of a dragon in battle. To remember the past. The left window, would soon be filled a symbolic gesture towards the Fae and what they had done for her. The right window, would soon be filled with the future she had in mind for herself. The image of this very palace in all it's glory. For it was going to be protected by all of the elements- Earth, Air, Fire, Water. Everything came to corners here. All of the elements, for the very land being Earth, the open sky the air, her kin, her kind, her family, the fire, and lastly, the sea being, naturally, the water.
Those downturned corners of her lips slowly had brought themselves to curve upwards in a half smile. Yes, this place was going to be her home now, but she was not going to forget who had created it. She was not going to forget the great clan who had struggled so much to fight for what they felt was right.
Aste looked upon the floor of the center of the room. It was here, she decided, that the rememberance would be kept. It was here to be inscribed, in the center of the room, the crest of the Stormgazers. It was here, that Aste would give her thanks to their trials, to their history, to their youngest kin, Adorean. Aste would never forget, and she would make sure no one else did. Yet, still troubled, she realized she wasn't exactly sure what their crest consisted of. This, she would be forced to do last.
Pulling herself more into the room, she moved through it, and began to move down the open hallway directly in front of her. This lead to the first floor rooms. To her own, forgotten room, to Adoreans, to the rest of the patrons with whom she had offered a home to. Each room would be done differently, and she would go room by room designing it. Yet, she had decided to leave her room, and Adorean's room, alone for now. Perhaps, at some point, if he came back, they could design the rooms together. Perhaps, at some point, the two rooms would become one.
Until then, Aste moved past the first two doors, and opened the third door.'

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Well, there we have it. The second installment. What do you think?? I'll get to writing the third installment, and will hopefully have it up within a few days.

In other news...Not a whole lot is going on. Lindsay is coming to see me tonight. Yay! I've heard from Brandon once in the past month (no surprise), and I still haven't found a new job. And I can't *wait* until my next roadtrip!!

Promise. ^^ I just have to finish cleaning..And then I'll post it up. Teehee..

I'm sorry, everyone, for my delayed posting. Allergies have had me sick for almost a week now, and tonight's the first time where I'm able to actually concentrate.



Without futher adu..Here's the beginning of a story..-grin- And yes, yes..you all must tell me what you think of both the story, and my writing.

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Shifting faintly..almost as if she was nothing but a shimmer effect caused by some flickering light..She stood on top of a small hill, overlooking both the sea and the palace, though those endlessly black orbs of her's were positioned to look down upon the vast front courtyard and palace..Why had she come back here again? She was unsure..But then, she was unsure of a lot of things. Her mother was around..somewhere close..she felt that..She knew that to be true..She also knew of the problems Mekare was currently in back in Dradmir.
Yet, none of this concerned her thoughts. She was merely a bystander, merely an outsider, to most of her clan, and that didn't bother her. Why should it? It wasn't like she had grown up with them..Shifting her weight a bit, she brought up one of her slender arms and cocked it out against her hip..Her fingers curling against the leather of her outfit, which was comprised of brown leather..Two long pieces, held together by leather laces, which ran down both of her sides..The dress itself, was strapless, and the lacing only made it down to about hip level, before the lacings merely hung loose. She was also wearing thigh high, brown leather boots, laced from the top of her foot, all of the way to the top of the boot itself. Her black hair was hanging loosely around her face, though, she had chopped it off, and it now hung just below her chin in a slight outward turned flip..Her richly tanned skin seemed to only be getting darker as the days past, whether she was ever in the sun or not..The actually sun seemed to play very little part in her appearance, although, she was fond of the currently overcast weather.
She had plans in mind..things to change..And so they would change. She was..more like her mother..every day that past, and the changes to the palace would only reflect this even more so. How could they not? No, she had not taken up her mother's love of liquor, but perhaps even that would come in time. Does it not always, in her clan, come to that? Though, being what they are..being who they are..they lack the ability for it to actually have any effect upon them. Even still, they did so enjoy the looks upon other kinds, when they attempted to handle her clan's liquor..That thought brought a faint smirk upon her thick lips..Yes, this place was in for a change. Perhaps for the better..Perhaps for the worst. Who knew, but then, who cared? Most of the original restores of this vast palace had been drasticly changed. Should not the palace change with them?
Finally, she turned around completely. Looking out across, and into the sea..That forgotten city..That city which lay in it's slumber below the sea's tossing waves. She remembered it well..that city..She always remembered what lay there..It was not merely the city which slumbered..Hearing the sound of hooves, she looked back over her shoulder at the gated entrance of the outer wall..While, it stood open as always, it merely led into the front courtyard..Those endless orbs gazed in a curious nature upon the new arrival..So far, only one had learned of her..rebirth. And while this stranger was not aware of her past state of mind..This would be a chance to test..her new ways..The very thought brought that smirk back to her lips..but, it faded as quickly as it had come, and her entire body seemed to hold a solemness to it.
Her name, by respect of all things cunning and coy..was Aste. Aste Marahet Dragonsblood, when all due respect is given..But, rarely was due respect given in these parts..This was the land of Tiarne, and this was the forgotten palace of the StormGazer Clan. The Stormgazers, in all respects, had dubbed themselves as the protectors of humans. Though, they had suffered greatly in their quest for some sort of redemption, that they perhaps thought they might win in their pointlessly human involved lives.
She drew in a slow breath, holding it within her lungs for a moment, before allowing it to pass back out of her small framed body..Aste stood but a mere 5'5", but she had the attitude to make up for her lack of height..She never felt short, around anyone..merely, at a different level. Though, was that not a true enough statement? She always seemed to be on a different level than everyone else. Never able to tell what was in her thoughts, though, sometimes, she didn't even know..Finally, a foot slide out before her, and she shifted herweight onto it, in her first steps this eve..She was moving down the small hill slowly, making her way towards the palace steps in a very patient pace. Aste patient? Only when she felt the urge to be..Her booted steps came to a stop, a few feet out from the steps..Had no one taken the time to repair these crumbling stone stairs? Aste vaguely cared what had caused the disrepair, but the disrepair itself plagued her greatly. How ever was she supposed to instill changes upon these lands, when it's people couldn't even find the time to repair simple steps?
Another breath was drawn in slowly..Though, it was held for even less time than the last deep breath had been. It passed from her body in almost a shudder..She had called the inhabitants 'it's people' in reference to they belonging to the area itself..but did they not belong to her, in some way? Had she not brought them here? Had it not been her, that kept them here?
Slowly, she shook her head a bit..The steps could wait.
Moving past them, over them, her small, booted feet picking their way around the cracked, and upheaved rock bits that had once made a set of 6 simple carved steps. Even the dwarves would have been content with those steps, had they been back in their prime..But now, they were nothing but a disgrace. Stepping upon the landing, she gazed at the thick, wooden door that stood in her way. The door itself was simple in design, and left uncarved. Perhaps, it was the only thing, minus the outer wall, that was left in such a fashion. Would this need to be changed as well? Was her now vain attitude going to cause even such a beautiful creation, this simple door, to be changed into whatever ornate creation her mind could come up with? More than likely, that would be the case.
Drawing up a slender arm, a hand brushed across the smooth wooden surface..But, that brush soon turned into a scratch, as her nails dug into the wood. Yes, so it was to be the case; the first of many changes came about, as Aste pulled her hand away from the door. In place of the deep grooves caused by her nails, a sort of crest had appeared.
Simple, the design of the crest was, and almost unseen, as it would be so easily overlooked by most of the people that would pass this door. Intertwined dragons, curling around what seemed to be some kind of sphere, some kind of orb, seemed to be staring out from the engraving. It would serve as a warning..The Dragonsblood's now ruled here..And it would serve as a welcome to the allies.

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Sooo...there we have the first installment. I realize I didn't go too much into detail about the palace, but that will be for the next part, as it's going to be more so of a description of the surroundings. This was just introducing her. ^^

As for other news...Not a whole lot is going on. Same ol', same ol'. I've got just about all of my christmas shopping done. Yay! First time *ever* that it was done before Christmas Eve..