Chapter 2

As night fell, Kalen walked over to the tree he had seen earlier. Finding that this was as good a place as any to stay the night, he sat down.

And immediately stood up again, what a dumb place to put a... what was that? The Thing was a locket of sorts; a hand sized locket.

It had spikes around the edge, which made it as difficult to sit on as it was to open. But having done so, Kalen looked inside, it had a name carved on it: Alegis Etus Ordinius.

Preface

This story is based on my Two best friends and me in ten years! My inspriation was us, and my best friend HomeschoolGirl started her own (The Three), then I built mine a little after hers, trying the best I could to make it different! But hers is amazing! Much better I must say. Hopefully my other friend Liddyanne, will write her own version! Then we'll have three different versions!

I hope you enjoy!

Yesterday was my first day of my 15 year on the world. I don't feel much different than I did 2 days ago, when I was a mere 14 year old. I haven't gotten a sudden wealth of wisdom or suddenly understood why I am here or what the purpose to life is. I feel more as if I fit in my own skin, that 15 is the age I belong in for now, and I am content with that. The things that seemed oh so important last year are now dim memories in my mind, things I hardly think about any more.

When shadows fade and shadows fall

Darkness creeps and rolls

The desert man made of sand cries out

                “What a laugh, did you think this was a pure romance story? I mean come on.  How could I let my author write something like that? It would have no place in it for a villain like me.

      I

The invisible girl watches girls with perfect make up and fashionable clothes chatting, giggling, and flirting with the guys.

**Hello there! I haven't been on here enough lately and I haven't posted anything in far too long, no thanks to school, writer's block and feeling just generally uninspired. But here for you to hopefully enjoy is a little something I wrote a month or two ago when given the topic "poke".

I used to pester my mother to tell me more about my father, but soon I gave up. I realized that there were things that she would never tell. Maybe they were just too painful for her. I could not spend my life fretting, and we both had more practical concerns of running the farm to busy our lives.

From Far away the desert calls

its voice like rain

"OH come back Mary o'graidha,

Back to the whispering plains

back to where the wind howls and the wolf crys

come back to Delmaria

come back to me

cried a wind as dry as souls

parched, dead, dry

return, return,

to me

Chapter 2


“George is going out for food, would you like anything” my mother called up to me ( George was our butler).
“ No thanks.. Wait! Umm… could you ask him to get me a Ben and Jerry’s. I think it’s ice cream.?”.
“ Ben and Jerry’s?” my mother asked.
“ yeah one of my friends, said they liked it”.
“Ok what ever you want”.