After the scrumptious breakfast of scones and sausage that Aunt Monria served me, my first order of business was to return to my room and write a letter to my parents, informing them of my safe arrival. I then had the rest of the day to myself, and decided to spend it familiarizing myself with my new home city. Donning a thick shawl to keep off the chill, I left the mansion and walked across the grounds and out the gate into the town of Havenwing. It was market day, Aunt Monria had told me, which promised more excitement in addition to the pure enjoyment of exploration.

Dedicated to Tahlia Grant and her amazing character Tass.

Thanks!

Oh Tahlia the genius writer,

Oh Tass the invincible hero,

May you both live through worse and better!

Everything we throw at you,

Is regarded with high sarcasm,

Oh you witty writer oh you!

Everything that is done to you oh Tass,

Bounces off to the dust,

You can not kill him or wound him, oh invincible Tass!

Why do you taunt us so?

What have we ever done to you?

**Hi guys! This is a new story, I thought I'd share, I don't even know if i'll finish it, but its fun while it last's ;) so please sit back and enjoy the best you can :P**

Half & Half

Chapter one

I had never cried more in my life! For the first time ever, my heart was broken.

No it is not as you suppose. It's not boy issues, that I'll assure you! But it is... is...my parents...

‘’We have grown too lax,’’ said Hira standing in the midst of the overlords, ‘’ too content with our rule. But no longer!’’ he said, his harsh voice clanging throughout the halls. ‘’ I have been informed that they plan to attack Marlind. We must not allow defeat as we have done before, Go Garrab, Vora, and bring the best of our forces here!''

  The two overlords left.

{Okay, so I don't usually write fiction. It just dosen't really work out for me. But I was writing today, and I think it turned out okay. Please let me know what you think! I haven't done much editing yet, so forgive the slightly sloppy quality. Thanks!}

The shadows sweep

And shadows fall

Across the weeping sky

Eyes as black as a devil’s soul

Through clouds of smoke did peer

A lady in peril and he was bound

Not by honor, not by fear, but by magic

To help the lady, dear

With a single sweep he broke the bonds that bound

The lady, dear

the daylight hours i must confess

are not always filled with happiness

open up a jar of dreams to chase away the stress

the nighttime serves to make you think

an atmosphere in which you sink

all thoughts and dreams are put in jars for thirsty minds to drink

creativity it seems is not to be found only in dreams

the facets of our daily lives are bursting at the seams

how this works inside a jar is a mysterious theme

as i look up into the sky it turns into a sea

                Jon rubbed his eyes wearily. It was almost midnight, yet he and Miriam still had paperwork to fill out in order to finalize their adoption of Mariah.

                “Just a few more papers, Jon,” Miriam said encouragingly as she set aside a dry pen and picked up a fresh one to add her signatures to four more papers. “Then we can hit the sack. The kids have been so responsible lately, just about running the farm by themselves, with a little help from Isaac, so they can deal with things in the morning.”