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I want my roots back. I want my passion back. I want to return to the greatness of my writing. I was once told that I had a skill at description, and hiding small details in order to only manipulate them later. I was able to manipulate emotion. One of the RP threads I had with someone, I was told by numerous people it made them cry. (that board shut down sadly). I want this muse back. Whomever stole it, I’m looking for you! D:

Here’s the posting I’m doing. If you know of an rpg that can keep up with this let me know.

It was the cascades of the few moments which have passed between the two that have felt as lifetimes, each. Ashkir Devereux felt his move was correct in every way toward Nyna he had attempted. Though, it turned out differently then he expected. Every move he just attempted had made his life different. It showed him as a different, harsher man. He didn’t like that. The feeling however felt wonderful, like revenge. The direction and quick thinking have made the past five minutes the most enjoyable in his life, regardless of the circumstances. Mr. Devereux just proved his creativity, cleverness and his entire thinking process of thought and yet his personality of which it was now.

In the past five minutes, much has changed. The past five minutes, only two words were ever spoken and the two words represented a past lifetime. And a rocky lifetime which only lasted over a week was included but, yet a cheers to a new lifetime. Three lifetimes merged together, was something different. The two words were probably going to be the most important in Mr. Devereux’s and Nyna’s lives. The man had much riding on his shoulders with this tense moment. May not he fail in his emotions, heart or his mind. What ever will happen in the next few moments as fate and time rolled them out very well could change the man forever and his entire world as he knew it. Oh well, he would have to deal with it and the outcome however it happened, even if it was against his will. Hopefully not.

Where did the courage even come from? Why did he even turn back for Nyna? If only Mr. Devereux knew. That small amount of courage, just the of courage stroke made his impulse powerful enough to take over his mind and body and listen to his heart. His impulse did what his heart wanted him to do. It just did him a world of good. More then anyone, even Ashkir could ever understand. So, there he was, the little did Ashkir even understand, he would have to deal with it. Yes he has secretly told himself that several times. The young Ashkir Devereux just had a lifetime of events and surprises to last him forevermore in this lifetime and the next. What did his heart want to do? Ashkir Devereux had just become confused about that.

At least the young man was ready to open his heart once again. If only. If only, Nyna took him back. If only, Nyna knew the thoughts rushing through his head. If only. The man was confused, and he just changed his thought process in the past few moments to represent of what it was before and what it is now. He only wanted his best friend or former best friend, whatever they were, and Nyna to understand what was going through his mind. He loved Nyna. And only if Nyna decided to forgive him. Ashkir Devereux had too much riding on this moment of his life. Way too much for his liking, well, for anyone’s liking. Only if. There were too many things rushing in his mind now, them ever changing.

Several scenarios rushed through the man’s mind. Heartfelt, hateful, name it, he just thought of it. Moments of courage, and the cascades of all of his emotions were clashing into one another, he was slowly falling apart awaiting the reaction, the movement of Nyna’s lips. He needed an answer. He hungered for that answer. He wanted the reaction Nyna would make more then anything in the world, either good or not. His hunger was far greater then the time he stole Nyna’s chocolate constantly. Mmm…chocolate. Okay now back on topic. Really. What was there to be nervous about? A lot, his entire life as he knew it depended on the next few moments, Nyna’s reaction. Hopefully Nyna would say ‘yes’ to his question. His thoughts begging for an answer, his face with its smirk was begging for the answer. Just the simple word ‘yes’ would do fine; he knew it was easier to say then to do. He craved such an answer.

Ashkir was there, ready to burst into tears. His heart felt weak. He felt weak. What was there to do? Nothing. Ashkir couldn’t do anything. He wanted to tear apart his soul. He wanted to tear apart everything that ever met and was to him. His heart continued to be heavy, he never had an idea of when it would not be. His eyes grew heavy. Within a few seconds he snapped them closed to hold back the tears that were about to flood down his cheeks. This man loved this woman with all of his life. He knew her too well to loose her. Ashkir Devereux would follow her to the end of the earth of a thousand suns. There was not much he needed to state else. His heart busted into song.

His thoughts slowed to become repetitive. He was still there with Nyna pinned under him, in the mud of the soft January’s previous night’s rain. The sound of the environment around the two was completely deserted, quiet. It was only him and Nyna. The soft blows of the wind or the movements of Nyna and Ashkir were the only sounds made in the past few moments, and perhaps the moments to come. Ashkir kept his position with Nyna pinned under him. He hopefully was not torturing her or anything; he cared for her more then anything. He would walk out of her life if she just told him to do so, as much as his heart would be against it. He still was there craving such an answer.

He didn’t care anymore. Okay, that was a lie. He cared. He cared. He cared. Yes, he couldn’t say that enough times. He loved Nyna…he loves Nyna! What else could he do? Shed tears for her or what not? He had already done that at Maddam Puddifoot’s Tea Parlor. He broke down crying softly on the table in the mess of the soda he spelt after Nyna stormed off. Only if she knew…but maybe, perhaps it was better for her not to. He was a man. He was too big to cry, there was nothing else to convince him otherwise. It isn’t likely he would admit that he broke down crying just because of a fight that had no physical damage. It only had emotional, mental, and social damage.

All he really wanted to do was just to escape the pain he had gone through. Walking away as he originally planned probably was not the brightest thing to do. There was not much left the man, Mr. Devereux could do now. He depended on stress, yes, but this situation, this social situation was different. This was a matter of life or death of his entire social life as he knew it, basically. Nyna is one of the few friends he has, and the only friend he had for over an extended period of time. The pain of losing her was too much for Ashkir Devereux to bear over the past week. His reactions were clear. He stayed awake too many long nights just thinking of her, as much as he wanted to push the thoughts out of his mind, it only made it worse.

He tried to hurt her. He felt he was successful. Look at the evidence, Nyna broke out crying, Ashkir continued to be a jerk. There he was. First of all, he dropped a bracelet that held so much sentimental value, snapped in half in front of Nyna. That was one of the last straws, for her he knew it was. He pushed her with force after he dropped it. His words and tone were harsh as he was ignoring her. He was trying to do so. He was at fault though; he lied to his best friend, and kept this a secret from her. He probably should’ve told her when he was first confused about his sexuality four years ago. Even when he was snogging that other guy two years ago. He had plenty of chances to tell her, he just never did. He never had the courage to, until Nyna pried it out of him.

Luckily she did not figure it out by walking into him and Piece James snogging at the Red Star Lounge, that defiantly would give it away, especially with how much passion both, Ashkir and Pierce put into it. They both gave a lot. Ashkir didn’t give the best, be he gave a lot, more then normal, defiantly more then he gave that guy when he was sixteen. Though however, the kiss in the Red Star Lounge really met nothing unlike the lie he had told when he was sixteen. He wasn’t dating Pierce; he just started kissing some random guy in a bar. But that guy when he was sixteen, Ashkir and him were dating, keeping their relationship single. Nyna and Cailey were the only people to ever see them together. Well, Cailey knew what was going on, Nyna did not.

He had held too much back from Nyna, he regretted it, but there was not much he could do it was the past, this is now the present. He was there vaguely. His memories were strong. Shaking his head, he had to snap out of the trance he was in, he snapped out of his trance. Ashkir Devereux had to move on. But, Nyna was still pinned under him. He cannot believe he just attacked his former best friend and asked the simplest hardest question ever in the world. He was there with a reply…but why was he continuing to hold Nyna there with force? He had no right to hold a woman down like that. Oh well, that was then, now this is now…but wait, he is holding a woman down now.

Ashkir Devereux was not in the right state of mind. He went insane. He would’ve never have done what he just did to Nyna before. He hoped and prayed he wasn’t too violet. Hope was something he needed. Hopefully he would get it. The man was there, afraid. It was clear why he was afraid. But yet, only a few moments have passed so far since the attack, they each felt like a lifetime as he waited for the reply from Nyna. Waiting was a terrible game, very terrible. Why? It was hard, the tension built, and yet the hope continued to build and fade at the same time. Nothing really made sense anymore, nothing never did. But still, the waiting game was not fun at all. It was one of the worst games that existed. But sometimes, the waiting game was the best game. The results can be pleasing at times and others not.

His eyes closed once again out of being heavy, holding back the tears that were so powerful about to override him. His heart was heavy. The man was about to collapse, he had no idea what to do without Nyna. He loved her too much. He loved her. Nyna meant more then anything in the world to the young Mr. Devereux. He would do anything to win her back. He couldn’t just walk away as he tried to. Him running over, running back to attack Nyna to beg for her forgiveness was a clear example of that. He couldn’t keep himself away. He loved her too much. What was there left to do? All he could do was holding back his tears. There was nothing much else to do anyway. He opened his eyes again.

Yet he still was there on top of Nyna, not far from her face with the smirk continuous on his face. He was waiting for the answer. The answer he dreaded and worked himself up over. He had a light sweat from his brow, at least no drops dropping on Nyna. His heart rate continued to increase; his heart was racing a rabbit and winning. The rabbit was now the turtle. Sadden, and sadly, the young Mr. Devereux is going to die of a heart attack if he continues to live like this. Somebody needs to knock some healthy habits into the man. He was talented, yes, but the brightest? No, he used stress to his advantage, but he let too much build up. However, he needs to relax more often. If he had done so earlier in his life, this thing between him and Nyna probably would’ve never happened, she would’ve known and the issue would’ve been over with years ago.

He watched Nyna’s face closely as his thoughts slowed. He saw her head nod. A simple nod. That was all he needed. That was all that was needed. His heart was ready to shout to the heavens. Nyna accepted his apology. He got his answer. Ashkir Devereux put down his head even closer to her, giving her a light kiss on the right cheek. He really never did that yet, really never ever did that before. He let go of her arms, giving her a hug and rolling to her side in the mud. A wide grin on his face, he had his best friend back. Ashkir Devereux now was the happiest man on Earth. The happiest man ever. He still had his long time friend, and he was gorram proud of it.

His left hand reached over, prying the bracelet away from Nyna. He slid his wand out of his side pocket gently. Without a word, with only hope, love, and passion he pointed at the bracelet it repaired itself. He had never preformed a wordless spell before. He put the wand back into his side pocket and tied the bracelet back on his right arm. Ashkir Devereux felt naked without the bracelet being on. Now he felt whole with it back on his arm, its rightful place forever and forevermore. It was his bracelet and the sign, the symbol of his and Nyna’s relationship to Ashkir. It was a powerful artifact, and a powerful scene mover. The bracelet has gone through a lot as both Ashkir and Nyna done so. No matter how crappy or old the bracelet became, Ashkir loved it, not for its look, but for what it meant.

The tears he had held back so variedly for so long slowly begun to poor down the sides of his cheeks, he did not care. They were now, to seem tears of joy. But they really meant a lot more. They were all of his emotion, his world pouring out of his soul leaving him. It was a part of him, the tears were much more then what they just were, they were symbolic as well. Nothing else Ashkir Devereux could do. Within seconds he stopped the flow of tears. He perked his ears to listen to Nyna carefully just in case she said something. He was overwhelmed with joy.

The grin still on his face, Ashkir Devereux clutched some mud in his left hand, and threw it up in the air without much of an effort, to hit Nyna. He did it on purpose; it was only a playful move. He and Nyna haven’t been in the mud for a long time, years in fact. Just like old times, there they were both laying, side to side in the mud, but however Nyna being much more covered in it then Ashkir was. Too bad Ashkir wore nice clothes that day. Ashkir felt like an idiot. He made a mistake by hiding his secret so long from Nyna. But now, she knew, everything was right in the world. He was happy, that was all there is to it. Happiness.

Hi all. I had made a commitment along with Kate that I’d be more active in writing. We both decided blogging would be a great way to do this. However, I lost my muse for writing fictional stories, but not for writing posts on role play message boards. I have been actively writing, and I have kept my commitment. Here are some posts I have written in the past few weeks:

Iwan knew Thorne’s attention was broken the moment he entered that room. The door was heavy, and loud. When it slammed shut behind Iwan Rhydderch it was sure to send a sound out to seemingly echo the room. Thorne’s eyes trailed around to meet to Iwan’s, and Iwan took a step or two to the side and moved his head as he dropped his hand to align with Thorne. Thorne spoke, he seemed a bit tired, but he still managed to make Iwan to give a smirk.

Thorne and Iwan were on a date. He was sure it was going to be something Thorne would tease Iwan about publicly, or even in private if they remained friends after this ordeal. Iwan would probably bring it up as a joke once or twice. But, they’d have to be careful how they joke around about it, or the entire school would be abuzz in what is going on inbetween the two. Even though Hogwarts School of Witcraft and Wizardry was a large school, gossip seemed to travel fast through the houses. First it’d be the students in the same year of the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor houses that would grow curious, then the Hufflepuffs would find out, and their shy eyes would peak up from their books. Finally, the Snakes would find out and then come forth to harass them, before the professors begin to snicker about it, after they pass in the halls.

The young Iwan Gareth Rhydderch was able to pace around the room easily, his leg was now healed from the quill lodged in it from a few weeks previous. He twisted his body sharply, to turn around and walk away from Thorne. It was a wonder to Iwan, when he would reflect on the day’s matters, of how he ended up at this point and with a boy such as Thorne Jackson Altec. “A picnic would be such a nice second date! Wouldn’t you think? Temperance would die when I told her I went on a picnic date out in the gardens.” Iwan understood Thorne’s face change, but Iwan accepted and enjoyed the humor. Iwan continued to gaze at the sights of the room, it was exactly as he described earlier.

There was no wasted time until questions arose, “Okay. You, get it through your nimble skull.” Iwan turned back around facing Thorne, and he continued his mini-rant, “I told you this before, Temperance would give you a chance, just because she believes in the spirit of it. You just need to make sure you don’t blow the chance.” Iwan’s smirk turned into a slight smile, as he was speaking the truth. “I really don’t know how to tell it is working or not. Just be honest with Temperance, and watch her smile. She will smile wildly if she enjoys what is currently happening. She’s very outgoing, so she may tell you what is going on.”

The fifteen year old had to try his best to teach Thorne, as he made that a promise. And, he wondered if Temperance Bennett would be a good fit for this sixth year, regardless of the few year age difference. But, it was a distraction Iwan so desperately needed. “Hmm…” he mumbled for a second, trying to think of what to say or do next. “Watch her face, man, her face, over everything else. Her face gives away everything she is thinking… kind of. Don’t be afraid to let her lead if you find lost. Yeah, I know its not manly, but, its worth it. Tempe and girls like her are strong persons.”

Iwan Rhydderch gave a wide grin and paced in a circle around Thorne Jackson. “How would I describe you? I’d say fearless. Courageous. Strong-willed. Somewhat lionhearted. You even have a humorous and fun side. And you’re hot. These things are you. Don’t hide either one of them from her. If you do, you’d come off as superficial. She doesn’t like that. Be yourself, be out there. But, keep the image, that you are willing to slow down for her, to her pace. You can do this by listening to her suggestions and not rejecting them.”

Another:

It was surprisingly fast. The nurse called both of the boys at the same time. She assigned them to two new recently freed beds. This was perhaps luck, or more bad luck. But, Iwan Rhydderch did not mind Thorne Jackson at the time. It provided an easy source of entertainment, and besides he wanted to know more about Temperance and he couldn’t deny the chance. Iwan understood it was not his place to stop Thorne’s chance with her. If he had a chance, it was up to Temperance.

He carefully walked over, keeping the leg with the quill lodged inside very still as he moved. It seemed as if he was creating his own limp, but, he got across the room to the beds with minimal pain. He hopped up on the bed, bending his leg slowly to sit up. He laid his legs flat in front of him. The nurse took the time to examine Iwan before Thorne. Iwan did not go to the hospital wing very often, so the nurse probably did not easily recognize him by his face. She wasted no time examining the damaged leg. The nurse touched the skin around the leg, gently pushing down. Iwan exhaled sharply, as it caused pain. She left his bed and went to go check on the person in the bed next to him.

Thorne took off his shirt and hopped into his hospital bed. He used his wand to spray mist on him, creating some fake sweat. The fake sweat was a brilliant idea. Iwan wish he would have thought of that a few years back when he was struggling in Charms class. He would have loved to miss a test. Then again, at that time he probably would summon boiling water mist instead burning his skin. The nurse left Iwan and went to inspect Thorne. After Thorne’s little parade saying he has a virus, and the fake sweat that looked pretty realistic. He would have been convinced, if Thorne did not tell him if he was faking.

The teenager, Iwan Rhydderch listened to Thorne as he answered his question with another question and an answer to them. Iwan was told to just simply brag about the hotness of Thorne. Iwan couldn’t help but to laugh, and he could not say anything to Thorne about calling himself hot. Iwan was the one whom called Thorne hot, and now Iwan had to live with that fact. He turned his head to the side to give Thorne an awkward glance at him speaking of them both being guys, and can do things around guys with no consequence. He asked Iwan to teach him how to be the perfect boyfriend for someone like Temperance.

Iwan was unsure of how he could describe Temperance’s desire in a boy. He knew Temperance would look for certain things, mainly for someone being himself over being someone else. “Honestly,” Iwan paused thinking it through again, “Be yourself around her. She doesn’t like fake, she believes in the spirit.” Iwan smiled softly, Thorne defiantly had spirit. Thorne was defiantly himself and not a fake person. As long as he kept that up, he believed Thorne perhaps stood a chance. “If Tempe does fall for you, you better not destroy her.” He was dead serious, Temperance did not like rejection. It would hurt her, “I’d find you anyway. I know what you look like.”

Thorne hopped from his hospital bed and came over to Iwan’s bed and grabbed his hand and made a speech. He thanked Iwan for going to help him with this. He spoke about how being a guy defiantly wasn’t easy and Iwan agreed with a simple nod. Iwan pulled his hand away after a few seconds, wondering if Thorne really is delirious. It was questionable now, maybe Thorne was really sick without knowing it, or was acting in a fine way. “Welling to mold for Tempe. She’d like that… for sure, it shows dedication I think. But, I’m sure she wants you to be yourself.”

The sixth year lion placed his hand on Iwan’s thigh, Iwan ignored it, passing it off as just a brush of the hand. He did not think about it any more then it needed to be thought about. Thorne asked for the first lesson, hopefully after the leg is fixed. Iwan firstly replied, “Well. Maybe after you’re feeling better. This, what you’re doing seems very out of character for you. You sure you’re not delirious with a fever or something?” He was positive that Thorne was faking, but he wasn’t sure what exactly was going on in that moment.

“You know what? I’ll give you your first tip now. First date, if she accepts, should not be inside the castle. Try outside, in the garden or something. She’s very connected with nature. She’s a free spirit.” Temperance did not believe in establishment. Iwan felt she would feel more comfortable outside on a nice date, instead of inside of the castle. Temperance would have wanted something loose, something more open. Nature was fun for her.

I have written quite a few more, these were only a sample of two. Yes, they may seem to be odd, but, I think they turned out alright. At least I’m writing… right?

Hello everyone. ^^. I come to you all this Friday with another great story from my collection! A fresh story! I haven’t written in this style since… well… I’m not sure when was the last time I wrote in first person. This story is about two people whom love each other more then anything, and one of their greatest friends, whom isn’t a human at all!

There are multiple characters in this story, however, only three will be truly seen. This is a short story. Shocking, right? No chapter this time! This is titled Through the Water.

The evening was cool when we climbed aboard Jakob’s dragon. It was a frigid night, and we were too impatient to wait until the day when the caravan would travel across the border to the sea kingdom. Besides, with access to a dragon, we would have been fools to have taken the boat. On the back of the dragon, Jakob held me into his arms as his dragon lifted off from the ground below us with great force.

Traveling by flight was not my idea of travel, but, it was either soaring through the skies or taking a long boat ride full of awkward folks whom you’d never like to see the likes of again. The traders weren’t the kind bunch. Neither I or Jakob were strong enough to hall several large packages on and off at the several stops. It was just a better idea to travel on the dragon, the speed was worth it.

I hated flying on the dragon’s back. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Jakob’s dragon. She was the greatest, friendly, and always ready and eager to help out with anything she possibly can. Camping trips, fishing expeditions, and short trips without Jakob to find him the perfect gift for his birthday or our anniversary.

My father is a successful business man, running a shipping company that expands across the kingdoms. It is an enjoyable life; though not an easy one. I cannot just hitch a ride to the kingdom of which my mother hails from. When I seek to travel from my father’s place to my mother’s place I have to travel across the borders of these two kingdoms to separate cities. If we were to hitch a merchant’s vessel from the river down to the sea toward my mother’s home, an island within the sea a kingdom across… it would take us about four days. A day to leave the river, three days at sea. By the flight of the dragon, we can make the trip nonstop; within half a day.

We left shortly after lunch with my father. As soon as we climbed aboard Jakob’s dragon, the stable’s keeper spoke a word to me that threw Jakob into a roar of laughter, “I cannot believe your father still does not have a clue about you and Jakob. You two been together for four years now!” I simply smiled and nodded. I did not want to talk about my father. I did not want to go into the family business of my father. My older sister could do that, I am not as good as my sister is when it comes to trading. I like the more economical side of it, but, I cannot stand being in an office with my father all day.

However, in the city of which my mother lives, I may be able to find a better job. Perhaps a great one for this summer. Jakob and I are going to visit my mother to share with her the news we have. Jakob and I needed to talk to my mother. She probably would have been thrilled, my father on the other hand, well, he’ll find out when the time is right. I was in the process of moving in with Jakob, but, we promised my mother we would be there.

The dragon smelled of burnt fish, ordinary smell for this dragon, whom loved the taste of fish. However, she did not realize that she burnt the fish further beyond what we would eat, so, we relied on ourselves for our own food. We’re young, in our twenties, so we of course brought only snacks and nothing like vegetables. We weren’t on any diet. We wanted the good stuff. It was a long ride on the back of a slippery dragon.

We were off, and were already catching up. I haven’t seen Jakob for a few days, as I spent much of my time with my father and sisters. They would still not give up torturing me, their little sibling for nothing. It was one of their favorite pastimes. “I think my dad is going to give everything to my sister,” I spoke up to Jakob. Jakob responded by carefully turning around on the dragon’s back to face me.

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt you. You never really liked the travel involved to remote places. You seemed really bored last time we went down south. I don’t blame you, I don’t want to go there again… anyway, wouldn’t you be happier working near your mom?” Jakob had a point. The only thing I really enjoyed about the shipping company was the economics and trade routes. I hated having to get out of the caravan to visit a village or town where I have to walk around with a guard to prevent getting mugged.

I remember a time when I was only fourteen and I ran off from the guard, frustrated that I couldn’t do anything. That day seemed to have scarred me. I watched two men beat up a child over a stale piece of bread. They looked at me, and my non-worn clothes. I bet they assumed I had some coins on me. I ran, scared. Luckily I was never hurt.

It was not long before we were flying over the sea, and the river that fed the sea vanished from sight. We only saw water, water in every direction. This was actually my favorite part of the ride back then. It made Jakob uneasy to be over the water, but, I loved it. My mom lived on an island, far to the northeast of where my father lived. The late afternoon sun begun to irritate my neck. Jakob held a grip onto the dragon, feeling the warmth beginning to reflect off of the dragon as well. This never lasted very long, as Jakob’s dragon moved quickly, and before we would know it the late afternoon and eve would be upon us.

“Hey, remember Ezelle?” Jakob asked. I simply nodded my head. Ezelle was a man known seemingly across the world. Everyone knew Ezelle, and he somehow knew everyone. Ezelle is a man, seemingly older then anyone has ever encountered. He was not right in the head, and told stories of times nobody would remember. He would stand in lines for hours… when the only problem was, he was the only person in the line for nothing. He would mutter off to some invisible friend, whom shared the name of his late wife. “Well… I saw him yesterday. He had this wooden chair and his cane on a small patch of grass where the horses eat. He kept waving his cane at them, trying to defend his lawn.”

I couldn’t help but to snort. Ezelle was a man whom would do things nobody knew what he would do. “Does Ezelle even have a lawn?” I asked Jakob. We both knew the answer anyway, the answer was no. Ezelle was just a man whom traveled the world, alone. He was nothing more then a traveler and a storyteller. A great storyteller for that matter. I remember when I was a child, he would tell me stories of our king and his unhealthy addiction and love to squirrels. They were highly entertaining.

The mood of our trip changed quickly as we flew into a patch of clouds. Clouds were normal for us. The wind picked up, causing our warm necks to instantly become cold. Drops of water developed across our body and our ride. We didn’t think twice about this, because it was normal. A light rain on the ocean constantly happened. We’ve had seen it several times. Jakob and I just went back to idle chatter about the last few days of our lives and random topics.

It was a tough decision, my mother and father would never have approved of Jakob, but, I love him. So they would have to accept him. They did not approve of my sister’s husband, but, over time they treat him as the family. I hoped the same would reoccur again for me and Jakob. I had a job interview on the island of which my mother hailed residency, and, I decided it would also be the perfect opportunity to tell her the news. I was sure she would be thrilled. But, it was a tough decision. What if it all had backfired? Well, backfired it did.

We went further into the clouds, and they seemed to grow bigger and darker. Rain poured, soaking us. Several moments later, we realized we have not made it through the cloud brink. We knew something was wrong. We just flew into a storm. Before the dragon even had a chance to try and fly higher, or faster to escape the storm, a strike of lightning hit. It was loud, causing our ears to ring. Jakob and I held on tightly, knowing the downpour of rain was going to become slippery.

The dragon couldn’t fly higher, because of the lightning becoming more and more common. She couldn’t take that risk. We all knew we needed to go lower, or find a way out of this storm, but, we were so high in the sky, it would take minutes to be just above the waves of the water.

Lightning struck close to us, causing me to nearly jump, I would have if I were not holding on for my life. The storm got worse, the winds grew stronger. We never had the chance to get to a safe distance above the water. We were too high when a bolt of lightning struck the dragon’s back, causing both Jakob and I to let go. It would scar her back, but, we kept our balance for a few seconds. A strung gust of wind pushed both Jakob and I off the back of the dragon.

We fell, plummeting to the surface of the water. We accelerated quickly down. I knew I wouldn’t get out of this ordeal. My mind and body was locked out of thought and control. All I was able to do was hear Jakob shout out to the dragon, “Save him!” She obeyed, and grabbed me in her talons. I watched, frozen as I saw below me a splash of water as Jakob hit it. There was no time for her to save both. The dragon stayed silent, and beat her wings harder and harder. I fainted.

I awoke. My body ached. It pained me. I ignored the cuts across my chest and back, from the dragon’s talons. I was laying on the beach of our destination. I couldn’t feel them. I was in a place of worn out faces, a world of people whom I recognized but seemed out of my reach. I had no expression to show them, my sorrow swallowed me up. I saw a glimpse of a trader on the horse recognizing me, but I did not him. Jakob’s dragon landed in front of us. I turned my head, with a weak voice, I spoke up through my chattering teeth from the cold, “Why?” I asked. I turned my head through the stiff pain to look around, for a glimpse of Jakob. I muttered to myself, over and over, “He can’t be gone. He had to make it. He had to. He had to.” I hoped it was just a bad dream.

The dragon answered my query with a roar that seemed to shatter the earth. Dragons are creatures of extraordinary grace, and of few words. They hardly speak, and when they do their words carry such heavy power. “The heart is silent. I will soar to the heavens to see the stars in silence. Azarith, you are our last act.” The dragon roared again, shaking the ground around us, causing the residents of the homes near the beach to scurry outside to see what was going on.

Dragons were rare in this world, and when they hatched, they grew alongside a chosen person, a lifelong companion. They shared thoughts, they shared their emotions. When the dragon fell in love, the human would do so. If the human fell in love, the dragon would do so. There were too few dragons, there were always a few. The words of the dragon made all whom heard feel her pain. The words carried her magic, her life-string, her story of sorrow, her legend, and her love.

With the last words of the dragon, everyone knew the story of a spoiled man and his relationship with the dragon’s companion. Everyone within range of the dragon’s roar knew my story. The story of Jakob and I. It was no longer a secret, soon the whole island would know. Everyone would be abuzz of it. Everyone would not only be gossiping about myself and Jakob, they would be gossiping about the dragon. The sight of a dragon was rare enough, people normally saw one every few years, unless they lived in a large city.

Her roar came to an end, and the shaking stopped, only to be followed by a strong wind. She lifted off into the air, flying off, faster then I have ever seen her fly before. I knew the dragon was gone, for good. Nobody, not even I would see the dragon again. When the dragons bid a farewell, their companion has been taken from the world, seemingly taken to the heavens. The dragon would follow her broken heart, spending the last of her days soaring the skies, searching the stars, in hopes to see him once again. Not even a single legend told of a dragon returning. I collapsed. Unconscious for the next while. I awoke, nearly two days later in the early afternoon. I have survived a terrible storm.

She knew of my pain. She felt more then I ever would. She felt the end of two. Myself and Jakob.

“I love him, mom,” I spoke to my mother, Adria Nimue. I was devastated, unable to make the connection. I mopped around my mother’s residence for days on end, barely eating. Just staring out the window to the water. I missed him, I missed his dragon… but I really missed him. I was… I am in love with Jakob.

My mother understood, “I know you did son.” Her words shook me out of the depressive stance I was in. My mother snapped me back into reality. “He wouldn’t want the love of his life to be depressed.” I never told my mother of my relationship with Jakob. But she already knew.

“Save him,” were the last words I ever heard him say. Jakob is the love of my life. I never got to kiss him goodbye. Our perfect trip to announce our engagement to my mother never happened.

Hello all! I hope you enjoy this! ^^. It isn’t a very strong chapter, but, it was to introduce more characters and to establish a baseline.

“What? How can you not see the connection Ryan?” a fifteen year old male spoke hastily. It was a standard classroom, with a total of twenty-one seats split into three rows. He was standing up in front of his desk with his head facing a girl across the room whom was also standing.

“The United States government is not just a group of teenage girls, I would know. Why would you even think something like that?” a loud voice spoke from the front of the room. The owner of the voice stood up, and turned her head toward the young man on the right several desks down from her.

“All it is, is teenagers bickering over what would be better for their group. Who gives them the right?” he threw the argument back into the girl’s ballpark without a second thought.

“They’re elected, Kirk,” Ryan snapped back at him. The whole class turned their heads to him as it was rare for anyone to call the young Kirk by his first name.

“Its Tony!” he snapped back at Ryan and continued on with their argument, “So who cares? When I turned on the news last week I saw a representative smack another with his shoe. You seriously think they’re not a group of teenagers? Fine, they’re adults with teenage attitudes half the time. It’s no wonder why this country is at a standstill.” Tony sat down, unwilling to argue further. Ethan, whom sat in the desk next to him, couldn’t help himself from laughing.

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“Hi Calliope,” Ethan spoke sneaking up on a large woman in a library halfway into the lunch period. He gave a soft smile as Calliope turned around. “They released me yesterday, I’m sorry I couldn’t get on, my moms wouldn’t let me.

“Ian! You’re back!” Calliope jumped up and grasped the young man into a near crushing hug, nearly lifting him off of his feet. “We downed Lord Nylos Shadowfall, last night. You’d love that fight.” Calliope was one of Ethan’s best friends. She knew everything about him, and he knew everything about her, even though she was double his age. After a few seconds she let Ian go, and walked behind the counter in the library and took a seat.

Ethan followed Calliope and followed her behind the counter. He grabbed a chair and pulled it by Calliope and gave a soft smile. It was the lunch period, he was not eating. “I can’t eat today, scan after lunch,” he spoke softly as he rested his arm on the surface of the counter and rested his head on it. Ethan did not need to explain himself, but he said it automatically as Calliope would like to know everything. “So, Calliope, you have to tell me more about that fight! Did Yang lead it?”

“Yes he did,” Calliope smiled softly, and turned her head to face Ethan. Ethan was about to start to continue asking questions, but Calliope interrupted him by placing her hand on his shoulder and soothingly speaking, “Ian, slow down. I want to know about you. How are you, Ian?” Calliope turned her head and body to look around the library to make sure it was calm. The library was her job, she was the librarian and she needed to keep it calm. After a few seconds she glanced back at Ethan and continued speaking, “Tell me Ian. How are you? Doctors okay? Your grandparents? Tony and Ryan?”

Ethan laughed at Calliope after she had him slow down and went onto asking her own badger of questions. He knew exactly why Calliope stopped him, he has not seen her in nearly two weeks since she last visited the hospital. “Well, the doctors say I’m doing okay for now. I don’t know why my grandparents came.” Ethan became distracted at the sound of the door opening and closing. The library was a busy place, out of habit both his and Calliope’s eyes dart to the door to check on what is going on. “About Tony and Ryan, they got in another argument today… I bet you can guess which class and over what again.”

Tony and Ryan were some of Ethan’s closest friends. They visited him often, and they would do nearly everything together. Calliope knew them well enough, as she knew Ethan nearly all of his life. As soon as Ethan mentioned the fact that Tony and Ryan got into another argument, Calliope couldn’t help but to laugh and sputter out the name of the class, “US History.”

“So yeah. Calliope, you have to tell me how that fight was. Is it true—”

Ethan was interrupted by Calliope, “Ian, you’ll see that boss soon. Now, how is it with your grandparents here? What are your doctors saying?” She was concerned for Ethan, but, Ethan kept dodging her questions, she just wanted the relief of knowing they’d be answered before the lunch period came to a close.

“Okay, okay. So, yeah, my grandparents came down yesterday. It was a hectic night when I got released. The doctor says I’m in the clear for now, and hopefully it’ll stay that way. I have to go back every few days though.” Ethan got the point over quickly, before slowing down into details, “You remember what happened last time my Grandpa was in town? He rampaged and tried to kick my mom out of the house. Well… last night was a sleepless night of constant arguments. If anything will separate my moms it’ll be my Grandpa Steven.”

Calliope nodded, and couldn’t keep herself from giving a short laugh at Ethan’s last comment. Ethan couldn’t help it, and he laughed as well. Steven Caulderwood was a running joke, he blamed Abigail for everything, and seemed to hate Brookelyn. The only person whom he seemed to like was Ethan. Ethan was his only grandson, and was the person to carry on his family name. Everyone in Ethan’s family was long gone, and the only people left was his grandparents, his mother and Ethan himself.

“This morning they were not arguing. They all seemed happy. So, now enough about my annoying family, Callie. Did either of my moms tell you yet, the news?” Ethan asked curiously, he wanted to know if she knew of anything yet.

“No, I haven’t heard from them yet, though I was not at home last night. I was going to the city to pick up Keith, we stayed the night in an inn at Ol’ Meadowgrove about two hours out. Traffic was too slow last night.” She would have explained further, but she was sure Ethan already heard about the accident in-between their town of Cresthallow and the town of Ol’ Meadowgrove. There was a major accident on the roads, nearly closing down traffic. Calliope decided to stay in an inn then fight the traffic for hours, when she could have just take the last half an hour drive in the morning when the roads were clear again.

The bell rung. That bell indicated that the lunch period was to end in a few moments. Ethan sighed, and Calliope jumped up out of her seat and walked out of the counter of the library to make sure the kids start leaving the library and shutting down the computers. Ethan stood up and switched to Calliope’s chair and started dealing with the new line that came to the counter to check out books from the library. He barely moved as the students seemed to know what they needed to do.

The students scanned their cards, then their books. The computer logged the books. Ethan had to double check the books and return the computer program back to accepting new students. As the new student scanned his stuff, he took the books from the previous student and ran them against a metal magnet plate against the counter’s side. This demagnetized the books so the security system wouldn’t go off.

Within moments, Calliope returned and took over the computer and the scanning from him. Ethan stood up, and gave Calliope a quick hug. “I gotta go to go back to the hospital now Callie, see you later. Come over tonight?”

Well, I hope you all enjoyed Ian’s character preview yesterday; it is now time to release the story with Ian in it. I have no idea what to call this writing project. For a while I was calling it The Story of Ian, but then I decided to just call it Ian’s Story literally like at 2 am in the morning a few nights back.

I’ve been working on this piece for a while, and rewrote it several times trying to get the perfect feel. I think I achieved the feel I would like, though, I know I have some things to work on. This is not the last time you’ll get to see Ian and his family, I plan on continuing his story in the future. It might not be next Friday, but, who knows? It could be a month from now, a week, or four months. I hope you all enjoy the little I have done.

Honestly, the start of it did not come out as smooth as I would’ve liked, but, I am still proud of it. Anyways, let’s get to the story. Please, feel free to tell me what you thought in a comment or via my ask feedback page.

“Ethan would love it here with these trees changing colors, Brookelyn,” said a man standing on the sidewalk a few yards from a woman locking an apartment door. He took a few steps forward and gave a soft, gentle smile, “How have you been Brookelyn?” The season of summer had passed, where now dragonflies that have emerged to play with tykes in the soft winds under the bright rain of falling colors. Crushing sounds were heard as the children wandered across the colorful leafs that have fallen to the earth.

“What are you doing here?” the woman asked hastily with a hint of surprised shock in her voice. “And please don’t call him Ethan, dad. He hates being called Ethan.” Brookelyn turned away from her apartment door, picked up a laptop back at her side with Ethan’s preferred nickname sewn into it, and walked to her father and wrapped an arm around him. She was happy to see him, and at the same time she was surprised that he showed up, as she has not heard from him in some time. “Did mom come?”

The man nodded his head gently, “Your mom is waiting in the car, Brookelyn.” He looked down at the laptop bag his daughter was holding and he exhaled sharply, “Brookelyn, what’s wrong? Is Ethan in the hospital again? Is this Abigail with him?”

“Yes dad. Abby is with him. Ethan would be glad to see you, but please, dad, please don’t make any empty promises this time. Ethan cannot handle them.” Brookelyn walked past her father to the edge of the sidewalk. She unlocked the passenger door and sat the laptop bag inside and closed it. “You’re coming aren’t you?” she spoke up in a voice, without turning to see her father.

Her father simply nodded and turned away to go to his own vehicle. Brookelyn waited for him to start his car before she got in hers. She started her car and pulled out, with her father and mother following her car to the hospital. It was a long, quiet twenty-minute drive. She parked her car, grabbed Ethan’s laptop bag and waited at the entrance to the hospital for her parents. They did not take long to catch up to her.

Brookelyn walked to the elevators with a fast pace that was much like her mother’s. She knew where she was going, a few floors up and a few more turns down the massive halls of the hospital until they hit Ethan’s room. She walked in the room to here a shout of a teenager, “Mom!” With the shout he nearly jumped out of his bed, the iv tubes tightened as he leaned forward, from being twisted against the bed railing.

“Calm down, honey,” another woman, Abigail, already in the room ordered to the teenager. Brookelyn walked in and gave her son a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead. She handed the laptop bag to him. He quickly opened the bag and pulled out his laptop that had a custom-made skin that had his nickname on it. The parents of Brookelyn Caulderwood entered the room without making a slightest sound. Ethan, himself didn’t hear them come in as he was hearing the call of his laptop. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Caulderwood,” Abigail spoke.

Ethan typed his password on his laptop and looked up at the doorway to his room. “Grandpa Steven! Grandma Kay!” a large grin appeared on his face. The laptop made an annoying sound identifying that it had logged-on. Without a second thought he picked up the laptop and set it on the table tray by his bedside. Ethan’s grin remained as he extended his arms, waiting for his grandparents to come closer for he could give them a hug. He severely missed them, as he has not seen them for a while.

His grandmother, Kayleen Caulderwood came up first. She grasped him gently and kissed his forehead. As she pulled away Steven Caulderwood came up and gave Ethan a hug as well, his grip tighter then Kayleen’s. “Hello Ethan! How have you been?” his grandfather asked.

“Grandpa! Call me Ian, please?” Ethan begged. Ethan preferred to be called by the nickname he has used for years, but it has taken his family longer then expected to catch on. The teenager turned his head to his laptop and shut it down. As much as he wanted on it, he decided not to be on it. Brookelyn would’ve made him get off of it anyway with company after a few minutes.

As Ethan closed the lid his grandmother handed him a small box wrapped in wrapping paper. “Happy birthday Ian,” she spoke with a soft and pained smile.

The birthday boy kept his grin and stared at Brookelyn as if he was asking if he could open it right then and there. Brookelyn gave a slight nod. His grin grew wider as he ripped up the paper to see what the box was. He pulled the paper away and saw the box, and, it revealed a music playing device. “Grandma! It’s awesome! Thanks grandma and grandpa!” Ethan smiled as he opened the box quickly to pull out the items inside. A music playing device he wanted to get, as his last broke from water damage.

“Hand me the that book, Ian,” Abigail smiled. Ethan listened and grabbed the book that came with his new gadget and tossed it to Abigail. She took the book graciously and placed it on her lap so she would read it later. Ian did not read the manuals, nor did Brookelyn, but Abigail read them and became the unofficial the troubleshooter of the family.

It was surprising to the young man, that his entire family was brought together to see him. For once they were not in a heated argument. Ethan savored the moment before the arguments broke out in a seemingly endless feud between his two mothers’ families.