The Land Of Maddina: The Power of Two - Chp. 5Chapter Five: Double TroubleMarel and Dymin then started to walk to the Sacred Garden of The Seasons. Suddenly, Marel saw something prowling in the foliage, followed by a low growl. Marel got her bow and arrow ready to shoot at this monster or creature."Marel, what is a matter? There is nothing-," Dymin started before a strange creature jumped out. It had dark gloomy eyes and teeth that look like it could shred through steel."In the bushes." Dymin finished. Marel shot at, though it looked like the arrow would have missed it. Without warning, it turned and hit it in the creature's chest. Where the arrow had impacted, vines started to grow out of the wound, pulling the creature to the ground, and killing it."What just happened?" asked Dymin. His glaze was glazed in disbelief, and awe."I have never seen an arrow do that…so, the magic is real," Dymin concluded."Amirael, Amirael, Amirael…why won't you just give up already?" asked Somorin. They were in a dark room, wit
I Am Here Lullaby - PLEASE DON'T STEALI Am HereDo not fearI am here, I am hereMy dearDo not cry,You must tryI am here, I am hereMy dearTake my hand,Walk with me to the willowLet the stars shine brightLay your head upon the pillow.Do not fear, dream in peace tonight.Do not cry,You must try,my dear,I am here, I am hereDo not fear.My dear,I am here, I am here.Let the stars shine bright,Let them guide you,through the night.Do not fear,I am here.
Troublesome Memories and Lost Secrets Chp. 10 Crystal was sitting inside her room, on her large foam bed. She then leaped down, and dragged the book out from under her bed. She opened it once again; the dusty old smell of the ancient parchment filled her nose, making her sneeze after a moment or so of breathing it. She flipped through the pages tenderly, careful not to dare rip the pages, even though, so to speak, they had seen better days as it was. The old fashioned writing was neat; the description of how the author's day went, brought to life by the black as a dark night ink. She took in the words, letting the descriptions form images in her mind, these images, her imagination, carried her away, let her see through the author's eyes, to feel the author's emotions. She turned the next page, and paused. She looked closely at the words, reading ever intently. Everything is changing. I can