Wednesday, March 2, 2005

srry i haven't written, its cuz i had a huge project due, and i just got home from swimming tonight...and i fi post now ppl prolly wouldn't see it....ok...next chapter will be up tomorow...srry for the wait...
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Monday, February 28, 2005

chapter 12
“Uncle Ruthen, we need to open the book, or Brea may not ever wake up.
“I know, but if we do, we will not only know her illness, but every other secret the vampires keep. And if we learn every secret of their kind, HE will come back, and destroy the person who knows.”
“I know, that is why I cannot open the book, for if I did, the owner of my brother armlet would surely win, even against the rest of the Elvin race…”
“Of course it can not be you; that is why we shall ask the soldiers, because SOME ONE must open it and learn the secrets…then must be killed.” King Ruthen said all of this as he headed toward the soldiers quarters, and then signaled for a call to be given for a meeting.
When all of the soldiers were assembled, King Ruthen gave the news, and the room remained silent. He repeated his request for a man to show gallantry, and give his own life for the vampire that would have to fight to keep the world ultimately good. Finally, one man stepped forward and kneeled; his face staring at the floor. “I shall do the task.”
“And what is your name, brave soldier?” Tyrrea asked from the king’s side.
“Laro, Timerian Laro. I am willing to die for this world I have loved so much.”
“Thank you. You shall always be remembered. Come with us.” King Ruthen said, sadness showing in his eyes, though he put a fake smile on.
They walked down to the library, trying to keep the conversation light; trying not to say that Timerian would die shortly. Timerian acted as though he were walking to his room for a nap, but the tension felt thick as a rock. They entered an old musty room filled with old mahogany rose wood cabinets. These cabinets held thousands of books of different shapes and sizes. The colors and materials of them were such that we humans had never seen before. They walked to the very back of the room without even questioning the librarian, for they all knew that they were headed for the dangerous and forbidden book section. Without a word, Timerian walked up to that blood stained door with vines growing across it, and stood awaiting his fate. The librarian, after recovering from the shock of hearing what was happening from Tyrrea, took out an old intricately designed key with an emerald engraved in it, and covered in dust. If anyone had looked at the desk at the front of this old-fashioned library, they would have seen a case, covered in dust, with the exact imprint of that key the only spot still looking new…Elves did not use that key very often. She gave Timerian the key, and then ran straight back to her desk and crouched behind it, cowering in its shadow and trembling as if she were having a seizure.
Timerian cleaned off the key with his finger, and put it into the old gothic key hole, turning it as hard as he could, for it was almost too rusty to budge. Finally, the door clicked, and instead of him having to struggle away all of the vines, they moved magically and the door screeched open un-aided by physical force. Timerian stepped in the room without even asking what kind of book he was looking for. All elves knew what the book with the vampire’s secrets inside looked like.
His fingers glided through the case, not touching any of the books, for some of them were demonic, and some of them would chew his hand off if he was not careful. Finally he came to a book covered in what looked like a tan leather; human flesh. He grabbed it, and wiped away the dust, just to see the title “Flesh and Blood” in bloody letters on the cover. The letters really were made of blood. The blood had been dried on, and magically stuck to the book.

hehe, yes, i finished it in time to post, srry, i finished it yesterday relly, but i just got home...
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Sunday, February 27, 2005

chapter 11
I watch as they walk through that passage, and cautiously step in myself. My senses all alert, I try to seem at my full strength, even though I am half dead of hunger. After a series of twists and turns, and what seemed like four hours of walking, a cheer rises up, as Tyrrea and Destina leave the massive passage and enter an even bigger tavern. “They must have been waiting for you.” I whisper from the dark.
“They have been waiting for us for twenty years; ever since Destina’s birth.”
“And what, may I ask, is that?”
“My dragon’s offspring.” As the ocean of thousands of screaming and cheering Elves calmed, my Elvin friend paced out a few more steps, and yelled, “We bring fifteen healthy, but do not cheer yet, for we also bring you some one you might not welcome readily. We bring you, Brea!” The crowd cheered while Tyrrea motioned for me to come out. After a moment’s hesitation, I do, and the cheering stops abruptly. One Elf stands form his great chair, and within two second, has teleported across the tavern to us.
“Why have you betrayed us?”
“I have not, look at her hand.” The Elf, whom I have gathered holds the position of King, looks at me, and I lift my left hand for inspection. He sees the glowing sapphire on me ring finger and instantly bellows “Tyrrea has gone above and beyond what we have expected, she has brought us one of the strongest of the species!”
The cheering once again rages on, but the King stopped it short, and whispers in Tyrrea’s ear something he expects me to hear. Usually I would have heard it perfectly, but in this state it was only a whisper, but I still caught the words. “You have done well, but remember, some one in this tavern shall own the brother to your armlet; be on your guard.” Then two things occur to me; I can understand their language, and the furies have disappeared.
“Your majesty, I need some questions answered NOW.” I say, as I glance around frantically. “Some of our party has disappeared, and I can somehow understand your language, what does that mean.”
His face grew grave, and he answered while gesturing us away from the crowd.
“Who was with you before?”
“Some Furies.”
“Ahh, oh well, they must have gone home, for they must have thought you safe, you are right not to completely trust them yet though.”
“And as for your other question, you understand us because you are in our home; all languages understand each other in this mountain. Now go and get some rest, I shall send some one in to cater to your needs.”
“I really do not need special treatment…” My words are cut short by his hand.
“Tyrrea shall tell you, the Elves highly value our sapphire holders.” The king said as he walked back to his hall to dismiss everyone to make preparations for the ‘hatching and matching.’
“Is that what we are called; Sapphire holders?”
“That among other things.” Tyrrea answers as she leads me down a hallway. “Destina won’t be joining us because she shall guard her eggs until the ceremony.”
“All right, then what should we do?”
“Rest of course, and eat.” Those words make my stomach lurch, and I almost faint.
“That reminds me Tyrrea, I must go back to the other world for a little while to…” That is all I remember saying.

* * *

Tyrrea looked at the collapsed mound on the hall floor, and instantly picked up the poor vampire. She thought that Brea must just be tired form trying to care for Tyrrea and move over the land so quickly. She continued to head for the sleeping quarters, until she realized how light Brea felt… maybe she hadn’t been starving herself, but she must have been sick.
Within an hour a nurse was looking frantically through books to find the illness she had never seen. She had already tried giving her animals blood when she saw how starved Brea looked. After seeing that it had no affect, she even tried cutting herself and letting the blood dribble into the vampires system, all to no avail. Now that she knew it couldn’t POSSIBLY be starvation, she searched and searched and rummaged. Tyrrea had been sent away to look for the king to receive permission to open the only book the Elves owned concerning vampires. Both Elvin women hoped to the lord that it would have the answer.

this is like, the last full chapter i have written, so i might not post one tomworrow...
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Saturday, February 26, 2005

chapter 10
I feel peaceful for a few moments despite the head ache of the sun. Then I hear a screech rush through the air, and the next thing I know these strange creatures that look like female angels, but I know that they cannot be this for angels would never, ever touch a vampire. They pick me up and soar with me in there claws; another reason they could not be angels. After a moment of absolute shock, not terror, but shock, I realize that they must be a mythical creature that I had heard much of as a human. It had been so long since I had dismissed them as an actual myth that I had forgotten their names. Well, what ever their names were, they intended to carry me off. Obviously, I gave them a piece of my mind. I do NOT go ANYWHERE, not even ten feet in the air, against my will. They soon found this out too, when I teleported out of their grasp, made circular wall of fire, and trapped them. They tried to fly out of the top, but I filled the area in the top with my body, and their knowledge that if they tried to get out with me there, I would slice them to bits within seconds.
“What do u want with me?” I snap. They start to answer, but I cut them off “Don’t you dare lie, or it will be the last thing you ever say.” My caution seems to be correct, for they seem to think more before answering. Now I know not to completely trust what they say even now though.
“Your necklace led us to you. Faradon told us that when a vampire came to this land with a necklace, we should help her as much as possible.”
“Oh? Really, well then tell me this; how does trying to carry me away count as helping me?”
“We must talk to you in private, we are sorry; it was the only quiet way we knew of.”
“Yeah, whatever; now what’s this oh so important thing that is for my ears only?”
“Well, Faradon told us to tell you to trust the elves, but be cautious. He told us to pass on any information we find out to you, and to follow your orders if they don’t collide with the ones we just mentioned.”
“All right, how do you know Faradon, why do you listen to him, and do you have any information?”
We follow Faradon because he saved our kind long ago, we may not speak of that here or anywhere at the moment, but that is the answer to both the first and second questions. The third, however, is a no, but we will give you any information we collect.”
All right, is that al.” all that we can tell you out here, but it is apparent that you shall not come with us now, so we shall come back alter.” This last sentence is strange because all of the time before that the three winged creatures had answered together, but this time one flew upward a slight bit and answered alone.
“And who are you?”
“I’m Falore,” and I am the leader of this group. “This, she signals to a red head on her left “is Fioress, and this dunce on my right is Bubula.” She said “We are the scouts of our tribe, and we are humbly at your service.”
“Right, and what exactly are you?”
We have a name in your language, but we have forgotten it long ago; we call ourselves the Birringias.”
“Right, well, come back later; you’re right, I have to stay with them for now. I’ll take what Faradon told you to tell me and be cautious with them, but they haven’t done anything unusual, so I don’t have any other reasons to distrust them. Thank you and good bye, Ill let you go now, but don’t try anything or you will be sorry you ever breathed the air.” I let them out of the wall, but they do not try anything, they do well practiced bow in the air in unison, and fly away in a flash of feathers.


* * *

I fly back down to camp to find Tyrrea awake. “What was that all about?”
“Faradon and his necklace, nothing important. So, when we planning on leaving?”
“Probably tomorrow, you should really rest tonight, you look like a skeleton. Haven’t you been eating?”
“Of course, I’m just so used to human blood I guess…” There is an uncomfortable silence, which is broken by a thunder storm. The rain had not started yet, but it would soon follow this noise and light. “What a perfect time, when there isn’t any covering for miles, what are we going to do?” Tyrrea asks, more to herself than to anyone else.
“I’ve got an idea; it will take a while if we don’t use magic though, and if I do it alone, ill truly be beat.” I answer to her somewhat rhetorical question.
“I’ll help.” We make a tent out of the long grass, by weaving it together with hands and heads. Finally, we are finished. My companions and I start to settle down for much needed rest, when the furies, I remember now that humans named them furies, flapped down to our make shift home.
“Not now. Tell me in the morning.” I complain.
“But master, the news is of the most importance…” they squawk in unison, “…the elves are ready and waiting for both of you, and have sent us to tell you to teleport, for you must arrive NOW!”
“Great”, I mumble under my breath. With a heavy sigh I tell them that we will be there soon, and I add in my mind “I do not appreciate all of these people expecting me to be a day and night creature, at the same time.”

* * *

We pack our things, including the tent we made for we are not about to waste so much time and effort. Tyrrea mounts Destina and I am happy to realize she is apparently not in pain anymore. I take my spot beside the humongous mass and within minutes we are before the Bluiundeier Mountains I have heard so much about.
I drift back and let the furies and Tyrrea riding Destina lead the way to the entrance. They silently lead me to a boulder too heavy to ever lift with writing etched into it the like of which I have never seen. I watch as Tyrrea chants something that sounds like “hoiolya mountianasi, oiopeiena foiora ana eielfa ani neieda.” Suddenly, the boulder rolls away revealing to me a tavern. The tavern glows with a magical light, which the various creatures before me enter. Destina does not even have to scrunch together, for the doorway and tavern alike are at least fifty feet up and across. I know at once that we have entered a city of elves. Yet another thing the humans were wrong about, elves live in mountains…

wel..hav fun reading this one

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Friday, February 25, 2005

chapter 9
We are traveling east, toward Wiinda and the Bluiundeiera Mountains. This is most likely the most color I have seen in ages. Right now we are flying over a meadow with gold-green grass and flowers of dark blues and red oranges and bright yellows. “Does everything always look like this in the day time?”
“Why wouldn’t it. Oh, yes, you don’t go in the day at this hour very often do you. Well, yes, it is.”
The sun is pounding on my head and my light brown skin is starting to get a sun burn, not because I am a vampire, but because, just like humans, I was not made to get this close to the sun without some sort of protection. I look over at Tyrea and realize she is suffering the same fate, but worse.
“We must stop to get Tyrea and I some sort of protection from the suns rays. Your skin may be made to handle this light, but we aren’t.”
“All right, let’s go down by that lake.” We land beside the lake and I look around. I think a while, and then I grab some of the long gold-green grass from the meadow beside the lake. I weave it together and make Tyrea a hooded cloak with my magic faster then any manual weaving could do. I grab my pack and get my black cloth cloak that I brought just in case I had to stay out early to get there and put it on. After my cloak is on I transfer Tyrea from Destina’s back safely to the bed of long grass by me. I put on her cloak, got her back to Destina, and we are off again.
We fly for some hours, then the sun starts to go down and a rosy pink and orange fills the sky. My head pounds so hard that it seems the blood is rushing out of it. No vampire, no matter how strong, is supposed to be outside in direct sunlight when the sun is setting. It is alright when it is rising, but not setting. This is because the rays from the sun are strongest then, though humans do not realize it. There is a legend among vampires that says that the biggest reason why we cannot go out when the sun sets is because the first vampire killed his first victim at that moment in time and the victim’s father put a curse on him saying that if the vampire would not be allowed in the sun at all. The vampire killed him before he finished though, so that is why we can go outside with only a headache from our eyes being so sensitive at other parts of the day. I did not believe it until today, at this moment. I do not know why I am still alive, because I can feel in my bones that this time of day should be giving me more than a piercing headache.
“Maybe we should fly down for dinner.” At that moment I am reminded that I cannot eat here, for vampires have a secret. That secret is what our only weakness is. Every species has a weakness. Not a soul aside from the vampires know it, but vampires can only feed off of human blood, not any animal other than a human can give blood weak, but strong enough, to sustain us. I can feel that we have passed into the land of the elite. This is where dragons, and most likely elves, live. Witches live here too. Everyone thinks that vampires were driven out of this land, but we actually left because no humans can come in here, and after the first day, the first vampire, after feeding off of his first victim, and killing his father, ran away in search of something that could sustain him, because the thing he fed on was too strong, it only made him weaker. Luckily, e made it out of the Land of the Elite before he starved to death and made sires, making more vampires.
All of these thoughts rush through my head in a second, and Destina answers in her gurgling yet musical voice “Yes. We should. I see a spot over there where there is sure to be game.” We head for the spot and land. I shall go hunt. When I am done catching my meal (I do not want her to know that I cannot eat here because it is a weakness, and a secret) I will catch something for her and cook it. When I get back you should go hunt for yourself. You look starved.” She agrees, and in seconds I am in the woods. I hear a heart beat. Slow and steady, I teleport in front of it and startle it. The rabbit’s heart becomes the beat of a snare drum, and it darts for the bushes, but I always catch my meal; I head back to camp.
When I get back Tyrea has woken up and has started the fire for me. Destina is already gone. “Here. I guess you can cook it since you’re awake. I am going, I don’t know, somewhere. I will be back in the morning.”
“You don’t have to leave. I know vampires aren’t the people type, but it would be better than you having to find another good place to sleep.”
I look her in the eye, and I almost turn around to leave anyway, but ten my amulet points to the north and I know I should stay. “Thank you, I shall stay then.”
“I know what that amulet is. It has many powers, but one of them I have heard is that when it points to the north, one that is deceased and was dear to you is giving you their knew found wisdom. I am sorry if I am being nosy, but who gave you this very special gift, and who cares enough about you to worry about your fate after they are dead?”
I almost snap in her face, but I look at her and see pain and honest curiosity. She has lost someone too. “My sire, Faradon. He gave this to me when he died, and he is the only one in the world who cares for me enough to give me hints in life. Now, since I have told you, who is the person who you have lost that cares for you?”
She smiles, “You could tell from my face, hhhuuhhh, my father. He was the most pleasant man alive, but his live was cut short at the young age of one hundred. He died fighting in a war, and he won it single handedly, but now he is gone because of it.”
“Oh, he sounds like a powerful and wonderful man.” My amulet glows. “I miss you Tyrea, but now you must help Brea, you are on the same side, and will need each other.” My face goes pale, and clear blue tears roll down her cheeks. “I didn’t say that, I promise, I don’t know”
“I know you didn’t say it. That was my father, my father. He cares for me too. I knew that, but that was his voice…”
“Maybe we should get some sleep, after you eat. Everyone else has eaten, I will talk to you in the morning…I am sorry. Maybe one day he will say something in this thing again, maybe one day, when you’re old, and then you die, you will be together again. Good night.” I sleep, and as I drift off I think to myself, what am I becoming a creature that SLEEPS at night now, but then I see the sun rise in my last moment of conciseness.
I wake to the slightest headache I have felt in the day since I started my journey. It must be before 8:00 a.m. I look around and se that Tyrea is asleep and the cloak I wove for her is now decorated with those beautiful flowers we are traveling over. I look at my black cloak and it turns emerald green. That is a bit better; it is more camouflaged than black in the daylight. I go to the stream and drink deeply. Vampires can live off of water for a few days when they must, and I know for some reason that I must stay here, I cannot teleport to the real world to get food, not yet. I don’t know why, only god and Faradon do, but I must.
Destina is lying asleep curled on the long gold-green grass. I am sure there will be a permanent indent there from it, or at least long lasting. I sit sown and wait for them to wake. Never before have I been surrounded; completely engulfed, in color like this for such a long period of time before, or at least not since I turned.

i not sure if this chapter is QUITE as good as the last, but give me ur input kk?
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Thursday, February 24, 2005

quiz results
my quiz results are at the bottom of the page just in case u want to see them... i relly like the one in the middle...but of course none of these COMPLETELY suit me cuz i have a REALLY contradicting personality...but the "one tough bitch" one comes close if u read the whole thing...
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chapter 8

I have found a stream on my first night and have decided to follow it, hoping it will lead me to the Blunder Mountains or whatever they are called. I jump up in a tree and look around; there, in the distance is a cave. It is almost noon; I shall sleep there for the night. I walk in the cave and look around. This cave is big enough to house a dragon, and there are ledges going down the side walls almost like shelves. I sense a presence and to my surprise there is a person with strangely pointed ears lying on a particularly large shelf.

* * *

Faiasteiera. Aew neieda aot aog Faiasteiera! With a flap of the mighty dragon’s wings, she doubles her speed, exactly what the elf on her back commanded in Elven. All of the sudden the bright blue scales of the one named Destina become a blur from her speed and the elf on her back looks like a cloud speeding with her. The elf has long flowing black hair, pale skin, and hazel green eyes; a darker green then most elves.
Asi thyisa faiasta eienougha Tyrea?
Yeiesa. It was fast enough. Tyrea lay back on Destina’s hide and started to doze off when she heard a startling noise, it was thunder.
We have to get under cover she says in her mind in Elven to Destina.
I’m on it. They head down to a cliff and right before they get to the cave shock of large hazel green eyes flash into the young elves head, Destina, for those were her eyes, had been hit by a lightning bolt. Tyrea immediately transferred them both to the cave with her magic. It was almost too much for her to handle. Had it been a foot farther and she would have died, but she got them there, and passed out.

* * *

Wake up. Please wake up. Tyrea! The elf shot up and held her ears; the mental yell had woken her up, and almost made her deaf.
Well. You seem to be doing much better.
I am, thank you, but we have to keep moving, or we won’t make it in time. The elf, wearing dragon hide pants to protect her legs from Destina’s scales and a light knit long sleeve shirt, tried to jump the ten feet needed to get to Destina’s back; something she could normally do; made it five feet and fell to the ground.
I can’t get up, were going to have to wait. The dragon puffed a bit of smoke in acknowledgment and went for some water from a stream near the cave.
Tonight we’re still going to have to train you know, so you better get better soon.
I know, don’t worry, I will be better. Tyrea went and rested on a big flat stone slab attached to the cave wall.

* * *

“I can’t wait for Destina and Tyrea to get here, because when they do I will have a dragon of my own!”
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, the dragon still has to CHOOSE you for you to be bonded with it. Being bonded with a dragon, hhuuhh. It makes your magic three times stronger you know.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll get to fly everywhere!”
“Wrong, if the dragon likes to fly everywhere you can fly everywhere. Remember, dragons are just as intelligent as we are. Being bonded with a dragon isn’t as pet and master, it is as friend and friend.”
Gallo was discussing the hatching and matching as it had come to be called with his pupil, Labara, one of the fourteen children eligible to be chosen by a dragon. “You have much to learn Labara, and if a new born chooses you, it will not be me to teach you. There are only seven eggs, and only three of those are suspected to be girls, and considering that most of the time a newborn chooses a friend of its own sex, you only have three chances, but that will most likely be enough chances to get a new born. You are very lucky. Back when I was an eligible there were fourteen of us, and two eggs.”
“All right Master Gallo, I’ll keep that in mind, but wouldn’t it be cool to be bonded with a dragon! If any of the new born dragons are half as pretty as Destina I would be matched with a VERY beautiful dragon.”
“That you would, especially if it has Destina’s wonderfully mysterious eyes!”
“I know, isn’t it cool how one second they will be green and the next there a greenish brown!”
“Yes, that would. Well, good day, your lesson is over. You can go home now.”

* * *

Suddenly I realize that I will not be able to find blood out here, but for some reason I refuse to bite this human, so I decide to wake her up.
“Excuse me, what are you doing here in the middle of no where?” She opens up her eyes, sees what I am and jumps up like a board.
“Geieta atou!”
“What language is that?”
An English speaker, great.” she mumbles in her language.
“Get out! You will not be feasting here today, and I won’t let you stay here for the day light either!”
“Relax, I have no intensions of killing you, I was just curious. Do you know your way around here?”
“Step twenty feet away from me, and then I will answer.” I do as she demands. “All right, this place is called Dirketia. To the south of here is Kelton, to the east- Jorana and the west, Wiinda, the village of the wind. For you see, the magical Bluiundeiera Mountains are guarded by that village, and the mountains give off magic wind that flows through the village, protecting it.”
I smile “Why would you tell someone you barely know, and have obviously already judged badly all of this?”
“I don’t know. I just have a feeling I judged you wrong considering you just stepped exactly as far away as I asked.”
“Well, thank you, this second judgment wasn’t wrong. My name is Brea, and, as you have already figured out, I am a vampire.”
“Yes, well my name is Tyrea, and I am an elf; the language I was speaking earlier was elven.”
I laugh “That’s interesting, considering elves don’t exist.”
“We obviously do exist, I will prove it.” She lifts her sleeve and there on her arm is a silver armlet with a dragon, facing the same direction of my ring engraved in the white gold band. “This is something that the elves who are bonded to dragons receive.”
“Then where is your dragon?”
“Here.” Destina. A dragon lands in the cave and shows her teeth when she sees me. Stop! I have found that she is good.
“How did you get her to stop?”
“We are bonded; I can speak to her in my mind.”
“That’s interesting. All right. I believe you; I just haven’t met an elf before.”
“Yes, well we are a very secretive race, I have only told you because, somehow, I know we were supposed to meet. It must be Destiny.”
“Yeah, well, I know what you mean, but I don’t really believe in the hole destiny thing, and I get enough of that at home. I have a ring like your band actually.” I show her my ring, and she gasps and then a look of understanding comes over her face.
“You, you are an elf friend, and the strongest that will ever live of your race.”
“Um, I don’t know about being an elf friend or the STRONGEST vampire to ever live, but I do know I am the strongest vampire whom will ever touch this ring.”
“I don’t know who told you THAT, but I speak the truth. There is a legend that my people, and a special other few have always known. It says that the strongest of every race will one day meet, and they will form a team against the most evil of each race. Though it is said that they will have to defeat their species on their own. Oh, there will also be one strongest half bread. I feel that now I can show you.” She lifted her arm once again, and there, on the armlet are three diamonds on each side of a diamond, and they are glowing.
“But, yours are not glowing? Was I mistaken?”
“No.” I take off the other ring with the vine on it, and my ring adds to the ominous glow of Tyrea’s armlet.
“Ah, you own a mystic vine ring.”
“Yeah, I own whatever you just called it, but there is something bothering me, a witch I know named Fayla has obviously lied to me.”
“Oh, Fayla. She was the one who discovered me also. She did not lie to you, she told you what you needed to hear, and I quote her own words ‘If I had told you the truth would you have accepted the truth?’ She is very wise, and it is her job to discover us and…” Tyrea’s voice becomes so soft I can not hear her (even with my super hearing) and she starts to fall. I transform beside her, catch her, and set her down softly.
“Why is she so weak right now?”
In a very interesting voice the dragon answers “So you do know that we can talk.”
“Of course. But what is wrong with her?”
“She had a near experience, now she must rest, but she has to get better soon, or my eggs will hatch before we get to the village so that my hatchlings and the little children may be bonded just like Tyrea and I. Oh, where are my manners, my name is Destina.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Actually, if you could find a way to help me get her on my back, we might actually be able to get to the village on time, and since you have the ring, you should come with us anyway.”
“All right, I will just teleport her up there and”
“No, that is how she got hurt, she was almost killed teleporting us to far. Don’t you know the rules of magic?”
“Of course I do, anything you do with magic, you have to have enough energy to do with brute force. If you don’t have enough, it doesn’t matter; you will dye trying because you can’t stop it once you have tried to do it.”
“Exactly, but if you know that, then you must know that it is too far.”
“Not for me, how far did she teleport you anyway?”
“Fifty feet.”
“And she is the strongest elf?”
“No, she is GOING to be the strongest elf. She is still young. Besides, she had to
teleport us both.”
“Oh, well, here we go.” All of the sudden Tyrea is lying on Destina’s back.
“Where to?”

i think this chapter relly introduces a new twist... if u don't get it now, u will.... by the end of the book, just remember this chapter.
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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

chatper 7
As I fly through the hole called a sky an image flies into my head. It was of me flying into a river and shards of ice coming down from the sky, Bolero’s doing. Then all of the sudden the shards shoot toward bolero and a tornado of fire and the water I was in followed it, the two opposite elements never once touched, so they each hit him with a terrible blow. He screamed out in pain, then, he jumped out of the tornado, and fell to the ground. He had lost. As he fell in the image it paused, and I saw something I hadn’t noticed during the battle. He was wearing a ring, somehow like mine, but at the same time, completely the opposite of mine. It had a gold band with a dragon engraved on it facing the opposite direction of mine. It had a huge ruby, the exact size of my sapphire on it, surrounded by three smooth black stones on each side of the red jewel; the exact same number of stones as I have diamonds. I start heading for Fayla’s house for the second time tonight. Now that I have cleared my thoughts though, I realize that I am absolutely ravenous!
I jump down from the river of air I am soaring upon, and immediately see someone. It is a big man wearing all black and a black ski mask over his face, I decide he has probably done something against the law, but before I judge that, I read his mind and I find out I am right. He has just murdered someone, so I murder him, brutally. He is sucked dry and his throat is ripped out.

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I fly to Fayla’s house in search of even more answers, by now it is starting to get light out; I hope Fayla is still awake I think as I fly. When I get there I see a light still on in the house so I reaper in the room that is illuminated. “Fayla, I am sorry to bother you yet again tonight or… this morning, but I remembered something from the fight. Bolero was wearing a ring like mine, but, the exact opposite.” I describe the ring to her and she nods.
“I earnestly have no idea, but I know someone who will, he knows much more about these things then I. He lives very far away from here, in the Bluiundeiera Mountains. I cannot tell you how to get there, I can’t even tell you what country it is in, for you have to find it yourself, or you will not find it at all. The whole mountain range is under a spell so you will not see it; you will have to sense it. Before you go though, go to Faradon’s house, I believe he has left something for you.” I nod and leave.

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I am within Faradon’s house a second after nodding. I look around and see a bright blue and gold glow; I follow it. When I get there I see a huge blue sapphire with a smooth stone made of what I think is gold within. This stone is on a golden chain. It is an amulet. I look underneath the magic necklace and see a note. “Brea, by the time you read this, I am gone. Do not ask Fayla what this gift does. The only person who will know is the one she has told you of in the Bluiundeiera Mountains. Use it well, and NEVER leave it behind, or we are doomed.” I put it around my neck, and head out the door. As soon as I get out the door the stone around my neck flies out toward the north, and somehow I know I must go south. That is where I go.
As I head down the street I decide to go to my house first to retrieve some belongings. I am there.
I grab a leather pack with a diamond encrusted on the top, a present from Faradon when I was first turned. I put some clothes, shoes, a brush- yes I do comb my hair- a blanket, and a mirror in the pack, I will have to get food on the way, NOW I head south.
The streets look deserted this early in the morning, for most vampires go in at this time. The stronger ones just from fatigue, the weaker ones so they won’t have to deal with the head ache of day. The humans are still sleeping, but they are coming toward the end of there rest, not the beginning. I step one foot at a time, for I know I can not fly there, and think of all that has happened this day. I am thinking that my adventure begins now.

hey all, my internet like not working so i typing my fastest... hope it doesn't cut me off... so im srry if i don't get to ur sites today as a result...
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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

chapter 6
Faradon was at Bolero’s mansion- all vampires, including Brea, live in mansions- when he got back. “I have been waiting for you Bolero.”
“What do you want? I just found out, that even though she has never won a fight against me, she received the ring of the dragon. How could you do this?”
“I could, and did that because she is more ready than you at the moment. I know what you have been planning. You have been planning to use a wizards help to gain power over Brea again, so she will love you again, how you still, and I know you do, love her. Then, when she will do anything for you, have her first give you HER ring, and second give you a large amount of her blood, so you will have power over her, and with all of that power, the world. It won’t work.”
“Why do you say that, and how do you know of my plan anyway?”
“You know, if you weren’t out of your mind, maybe she would fall for you without a spell.”
“Shut up, you old fool. You don’t know anything!”
“It won’t work, because there is not a spell on the planet that will make a vampire that strong, love someone they hate that much. It is impossible, and unless you find a new, strong enough spell for that, which you will not, you will never b the strongest in the world again. Oh, and it also won’t work because I have killed the only wizard strong enough to make a spell with even half of the strength you need.” With a great roar, Bolero sliced his second father in half, but was so blind through his anger, that he forgot to drink his blood, and spare his life, so that he would be stronger than Brea. By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late.
I wake up now in the middle of day. There is a screech in my head as if my head had been two inches away from a charging train. Except ten times worse, and since I’m a vampire, multiply it by another two hundred fifty and you will understand how deafening it was. My head is aching so much from the sound that I can’t get out of bed. Finally, the sound dies down and I can hear myself think again. At that moment I realize that all three of the scars on my neck or aching. They feel like they are being ripped apart. All of the sudden my eyes roll back and I see what made that horrible noise. It was the silent death cry of Faradon. I know this because I see him get ripped in two by none other then Bolero himself. Bolero will pay. With lightning speed I scale the wall, am dressed, and am at bolero’s house within the second.
“Bolero! Wake up you fool, you scum, you…murderer!” Ten seconds later bolero is there, dressed in a deep green and black pants.
“What is it, u hag!”
“Didn’t you think I would know if you killed him? I saw it! I saw it!”
“Oh that, it’s none of your business, and how does it make me a fool?
“It makes you a fool, because now I will kill you!” my mind turns blue, the same icy blue of Fayla’s eyes, and I know at once that I can not kill Bolero tonight, for Fayla, in her own way, is telling me not to. I decide I will still bloody him up, and win for the first time.
* * *

“Brea jumped on Bolero and kneed him in the stomach, and then Bolero pushed her off him and made a tree branch that was above Brea fall with his mind, it missed by two inches because she moved it away from her. Brea made her nails long and sharp, and scratched Bolero across the face. He will bear a scar for a few months from that. The best thing about Brea’s attack was that at the same time she forced him to the ground with her mind, for he was momentarily open because of the scratch, and when he was on the ground she kneed him in the nose. The fight went on like this for some time, and Brea was pronounced the winner, though she didn’t kill him, for I think she understood the message I sent her.” Fayla told Michael as they sat at his round table.
That is very interesting and all, especially the part here Brea becomes famous for killing Bolero, but what does this have to do with me?
“She is going to need your help.”
“For what? I would love to help her, but how?”
“You will see, but I can not tell you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“When the time comes, you will understand, though, it makes me so sad to think of, I know you will make the right choice.” With that, she disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.

* * *

The dragon on my ring is shining the same sapphire blue as the enormous jewel in the center. A blue glow is emanating form the diamonds on the band and the sapphire itself has turned clear, and is shining brighter than a diamond. It is time to find Fayla.
I make a picture of Fayla with a blank background, my eyes glow red, and I am facing Fayla in a little cottage by a stream. I am a little surprised that it worked; only the oldest and wisest vampires can usually find something when they don’t have a complete picture of it. I won’t worry about it though. “Fayla, I am sorry but I need to know why my ring is glowing like this.
“That is interesting, very interesting, though it doesn’t surprise me. Those rings only glow like that when the have found there true master.”
“What do you mean, Faradon was this rings true master before me, and it never glowed like this.”
“Faradon was one of its true owners, not it’s true master, and there is a difference.”
“Ok, then tell me what it is.”
“A ring has many true owners, one in each generation of vampire, but each ring has only one true master. Only the strongest vampire that will ever, and I mean ever, touch a ring is its true master. Just because of the glow this ring is giving off, you will probably live forever. You will not give this ring to any of your children, for it is truly yours. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Good. Now, if you don’t want it to constantly bother you with its glow, wear this other ring. It hides anything that you don’t want others to see, and believe me; you will have to use it for more then just the ring of the dragon’s glow.” Fayla hands me a pure silver band with an intricate design of a vine etched into it.
“Thank you, you have always been helpful.” I wave goodbye, and…


srry for the cliff hnger, i though it would throw ppl into the next chapter tho...
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Monday, February 21, 2005

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