The proceedings of the Council of Ildacaar, lord of the Centourí, as set forth by Cirthan the Madaiz.
The twenty-second day of the month of Nírvat, 3149 CR
The declaration of the Valar, written forth by the Council of Alshanfaara.:
Again, sorry its a short chapter. This thing called life is really holding me back. :) Just make sure you've read chapter 3 first. I think this one showed up before.
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Rilla tugged her hand, pulling her towards the Underwater Kingdom. As they got closer, Elise could see the market place. They weaved through the bustling merchants and curious sea folk towards a towering crystal castle. A school of brightly coloured fish were crossing what seemed to be a busy path. There were rich merfolk riding in shell carriages drawn by graceful blue dolphins.
This letter is in response to the essay "Dragons are Evil" by Benjamin.
To: the Free Peoples of Arda, Eraioch, and Drahawn and their leaders.
The Royal Palace of Ariania
The ninth day of the ninth month,
Two-thousand-twelve years into the second Age
A letter from Lord Malachi Damusaun,
As dictated to Ethaniel Svykadar, Crown Prince and heir to the throne of Ariania,
To the leaders of the Free Peoples of Arda, Eraioch, and Drahawn:
Hey AP-ers! I am so glad to be on AP again. Probably none of you missed me, but I did!! God bless, and any thoughts would be appreciated. :)
Maddi <3
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Elise moistened her lips. Nothing happened. She set the glass on the table, and lay back down. Pictures and images began to float around in her memory, making her dizzy.
“Wh—what’s happening to me?” she called out, her hands grasping the thin air.
“The chosen one, the chosen one.” A voice chanted.
September 5, In the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Twelve
The unanimous Declaration of the Free Peoples of Arda, Eraioch, and Drahawn,
When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for certain peoples to dissolve any peaceful bands which have connected them with another people, and to assume a posture of war to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God demand of them, a decent respect to the opinions of all moral creatures requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to this state of war.
Sorry I took so long in writing this chapter. There’s this thing called ‘life’. Keeps me very busy.
I wrote this listening to some of Aalen Fideli’s music. Before you read, go track one of A.F. comments, and there is a link to his music. Click on Control Lost. Some people can write creatively with metal music blasting in their ears, and I’m one of them. Maths is a different subject.
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My heart is thudding as I head back toward the room, keeping a towel around my wet hair. After drying off and putting on some fresh clothes, I realized I’d have to come back here. To where Connor is. Waiting for me.
o.o.c: I'm posting this first chapter to see if I get a good response. If you want more, comment.
"Good morning Daniel," a digital-sounding voice said.
"Good morning Eden." Daniel yawned.
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"Send Jars in, will you?"
"Right away, sir."
"Thank you."
Daniel Norris was eighteen years old. Both his parents had died leaving him an orphan. His parents' will left him the family fortune including the family mansion. The mansion was run by two of Daniel's inventions; Eden and Jars.
o.o.c: This chapter is extremely short, and I apologize.
A hand slipped into the back pocket of my jeans
An unquenched, soft, requited yearning
Lips that dart from my nose to cheek
That’s how I imagine it’ll be
Late night walks taken without fear
Happiness because he’s near
The most satisfying joyful tears
Nights too long, cliffs none too sheer
A fearless fumble without blush
A chest as soft as a pillow plush
Hearts skipping with every single touch
A giggle as we whisper shush