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Thursday, July 28, 2005


   I am on the roll... ^^*lol*
So for now all the drama has died down and we all gave a sigh of relief. But there was also sadness in the air along with anger?*shrugs*

Well I went to work and I heard that my boss wants his job back. The tumble weeds rolled by..... >.>

>.>

^^"

Yeah....

So the ambiance was mixed.

Plus the Big boss was there. *gulps as she hears the thunder clasps*

Yeah we were all on our best behavior. *lol* Service ended and our G.M. says that she wants to talk to us one by one. O.O''

We all go in. The next thing I knew My boss or was my boss has watery eyes and gives a hug to one of the managers. He doesn't say bye and all that jazz to me and the other workers. That made me feel bad and some guilt.

So we have a new manager, ^^. That new manger is the other cook. Yup it was defintly a roller coaster. So much has happened these past months. *sigh*.

Yup *nods*.

And now I'm here typing it all away. I feel much better. ^^

So now to continue with the recent story...^^


Here I sit on this stump talking to the forest. Those that pass by me look at me as though I have some sort of disease. I only chuckle softly and give a polite with a simple wave, they brush it off. Here is where you expect me to say that I am appalled at their gestures. I am more disappointed than I am angered or hurt. Yeah I’m a strange one. But no one’s the same, no one is the same.

I wipe a tear away, I try to stand. I am Keeper and I only carry a leather bound book. Yeah you’re right to guess that the book is the history of this world. I continue to sit on the stump; I slowly untie the leather strap. My eyes soften, to my surprise tears drop one by one.

For the first words I saw:

Shenat stood at the head of battle a glow with silver light from her hands. Her locks of raven hair highlighted with strands of gold play in the wind.

My finger unconsciously runs along the letters. The sun begins to set. I lose the will to get up and continue my journey. I hug the book. Oh the stories that only live in these pages and the lives that once were the battle that decided all and how everything came to be.

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