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Tartania Chapter 3Chapter 3
It was chilly that night, given that it was the middle of summer. Ash and I were snuggling close together for warmth, but I woke up half way through the night because I became too hot.
Then I saw the flames.
"Ash, wake up! Wake up, the castle's on fire, Ash! Please, my love, wake up!" His golden eyes fluttered and he moaned, a little shocked by this early morning wake up call.
When he noticed the flames he was out of the bed in a second, myself and all the sheets with him. "Quickly my sweet; get to the courtyard. I need to go issue some direction to my men before the castle burns because they have no clue on how to stop it. He cradled me in his muscled arms for a brief moment. "Don't cry my sweet. Our Griffins will be on their way and we'll be in Asreale in no time. Now hurry, Princess. Your life is the one that these monsters will want the most."
I nodded and I ran to kiss As
Topaz Script Scene 1Scene 1
Set in a grave yard next to a forest. The whole of a small village has gathered for the funeral of Ash, Topaz's 'father'. People begin to leave after they've placed bluebells on his newly dug grave. Topaz stays behind.
Bloodstone: You know that we're always here for you; me especially. Topaz, I know
that this is hard for you, and I couldn't have chosen a worse time. But, please consider the offer I am about to make you. Join your family with mine; I can look after you and your siblings, I'll protect you. Please?
Topaz: I'm sorry, but I really can't think right now. Too much has happened recently,
I just need time to think, OK? Topaz turns towards the forest, heading away from her village. Birds sing sweetly, contrasting to her mood. Twigs snap behind her, making her jump. Who's there? She spins around, unsheathing her small dagger that was sent anomalously to her.
Mercury: He holds out his arms, palms upwards. Wait; it's just us. Topaz puts her weapon back and looks at her sibl
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"Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you! The Dragons are about to leave, you need to go get on one." Ash started shooting words at me before I even managed to get off my poor Griffin. He was Father's favourite. His best warrior. His most dangerous weapon. My husband.
When my husband felt the need to appear protective, his golden wings seemed to expand. It always brought a smile to my face. He wrapped his arms around me, never caring about who was watching, and kissed my pointed ear. Usually, I wouldn't care; I adore receiving loving affections from the most handsome man in Tartania, especially when it makes me the most envied girl in the city. But the weight of the fact that I may have just killed someone beat heavily down upon me. "Ash, please, not now. I need to relax, just for one minute." He didn't look offended, but I could see the hurt in his liquid gold eyes. "I just need to think."
"What's wrong? You
Tartania Chapter 1Chapter 1
I pulled my hood over my snowy hair and made sure to put my dagger down my knee-high boots. I left my nurse a note to cover for me before I ran down the stairs that led to the palace courtyard.
Gypsy was already waiting for me, her golden feathers glistening in the sunrise. Without saying a word, I climbed gently onto her high back and she leapt into the air, her elegant wings taking us towering above the city.
Every morning, for the past seven years, I had ridden my Griffin to Luniba's Waterfall. Father had beaten me at first when he found out, but then I stopped eating and stared blankly out my window and he allowed me to go again, as long as only he, my nurse and I knew about it; he worried that the strange foreigners would take me if they knew.
The foreigners were still camped outside our gates, not as many as before, but still more than our city could muster in an emergency. Even though we had been a
I remember the first time I saw one. I was eight; the little world as I knew it was calm and tranquil.
I ran away from my nurse, towards the sudden shouting. I saw Father with some men in the forbidden room, so I stood back in the shadows and watched from the dark doorway. He had told me that that room was where he locked all the monsters that wanted to harm me.
A strange man was there. The room was dark, but I could just make out that he had chestnut hair and golden circles around his wrists tied him to the cold marble wall. He looked like a nobleman for he had silver jewellery and armour and I had always been told that only the richest people could afford silver, for the Goddess doesn't shed her rays as often as her husband. I recognised our guards, their uniform simple golden armour with their heads shrouded with gold-rimmed black hoods, surrounding the prisoner; they looked tense, like they were severely worried for
Horse HeavenCloud Pastures
Lush green grass
Old friends you haven't seen in a while
Only mild summers
Irritating flies nowhere
To be seen
Run for mile
Never growing tired
Once, you'll think 'how did they let me
But then you'll remember they couldn't let you go
They kept trying 'til the end
That's why you run
And faster still
Run for them
Someday you'll see them
Someday we'll be together again
For Tom Tom
18th August 2010
ClocksPlease don't think too much
Thinking is like a clock
It goes round and round, round and round.
But will time stop if the clock stops?
Or will the world explode when the clock sleeps?
If knowledge is water that flows into your cogs,
The metal will freeze and the hands go numb.
Thinking is like a clock
My Place Of PeaceMy Place of Peace
I walked slowly, dragging my bare feet against the smooth, cold pebbles. I could feel the wind whipping through my light white blonde hair and the harsh cold rain on my tanned face, but my numb body couldn't recognise the pain of the winter storm. I could feel the fingers of the rain trying to rip my coat from my back, but still, I kept walking down the beach.
I looked for our rock, the one where my brother and I had carved our names with mother when we were younger; it was bright then. The sun heated our backs and the cool sea made the heat bearable. We had running races. Mother's blonde hair seemed brighter in the sun, her blue eyes as deep and endless as the ocean. I remember the bump in her stomach that was my younger sister. She promised that we would stay like that forever; we believed and trusted her, as only young children could.
My vision started to blur; any memories of her made my sapphire eyes water. I slid a
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