Hello, there! If you're reading this, and haven't read the prologue--I reccomend you do. It's posted under my entries. So, thanks! If you have read the prologue, by all means, continue!! :)

Sixteen years later…

It's probably nearly impossible that you haven't heard of Taylor Swift. At least, you've seen her picture or an interview or even a few of her songs. I absolutely love her music, her lyrics, and her message! She's a terrific role model for all ages (being twenty-one) and her music is more often than not positive.

Came across this song today: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asOQolzLCU0&feature=related

I'm very sad to inform those who were enjoying my posts that I cannot, for some strange reason, copy/paste into AP right now...Its been like that for the past month or so. I could re-type a chapter or two, but that would take a while, so I'm really just hoping it'll start working again! Has anyone else been having this problem?

Thank you for understanding,

Sincerely,

Clare

           Master Tristan Mace did not turn toward Tala.

            “All the Masters knew that Ravenblade would soon die,” he said quietly. “They just did not know when.”

            “But-“Tala began.

            “Tala,” Tristan Mace interrupted, “he knew death was near, too. He also knew that dying was not in your near future. He knew what he had to do.”

            “But he was my Master!” Tala exclaimed. “Don’t you even care?”

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   On the shoreline of a lake, somewhere in a peaceful golden valley, laying drowsily among the dancing grasses of late summer on one very fine afternoon, were two extremely good-looking gentlemen. One, a very tall, very thin blonde fellow, was at that time called Amadeus Lovejoy. The other, a somewhat shorter, muscular, dark fellow with a melancholy look in his eye and a mischievous smile in the corner of his mouth was on that day (and I believe on every other day, too) dubbed Angus Merriweather– after his father, may he rest in peace.

Look yonder, in the heavens high
Look up into the glowing sky
And see the banners as they fly
Across the endless blue.

Snow white robes and pearly drapes
Twisted into unknown shapes
And wound between great, blue gapes
Across the endless blue.

The ever moving wisps of white,
Catching sun and moonshine's light
Changing life in that great height,
Across the endless blue.

The sky and her expressive face
With clouds that fly through space
And in one moment are erased,
Across the endless blue.

**It's short, but there was nothing else to post it with.**


flick, flame
lick, claim
it starts to burn.

sparks fly in empty sky
no stars, no light to see.

we’re starting paper fires
burning bright as supernovas—

sparks find my empty mind
all I want is light to see.

we’re starting paper fires
bright, bright burning—

like supernovas, they don’t leave
anything behind.