No time for tea and sympathy
heading straight for the brink of sixteen
it’s been over a year, suddenly realizing,
since playing at some imagining.

How long it’s been since sticks and arrows
how long since paper planes
how long since flags and carboard houses
how long since spying games.

No time for books arranged in series, for
each year in between, growing up more
suddenly standing at the library door
finding the characters two years younger or more.

There’s a story on my soul

A story that screams

Begs to get out

To be written down

I think on it

I plan to write it

So that other people can know it too

But there are measures that have to be taken

In order to write it

Measures that might cause pain

Chapter Seven

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Tass took Rynere's arm and followed Sorren out of the room.

"Do what he tells you and don't worry about it."

Rynere yanked her arm away.

"Next thing I know, you're going to tell me that this has happened to you before!"

Tass grinned.

"It has."

"Then why do I have to go through this? Why can't you just get me out if you know it's going to happen?"

Tass grinned.

"'Cause it's so much more fun to see your reactions."

 She slapped his arm.

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"If she were ever to show up."

The commander started and spun around.

Tass was leaning against the doorway. Grinning.

The commander inclined his head slightly, watching him carefully.

"Are you sure you haven't had too much wine, boy? You keep testing fate."

Tass shrugged.

"I don't see it as testing fate -if she even exists -if I can disappear faster than you can draw your blade. But," he added, right before the commander could answer, "that's not what I'm here for."

                                             Dominica Lamar

                            Age: 16
                            Date of Birth: April 29, 1997
                            Siblings: Derek and Jett (18), Nodar (12), and Joey, (2)
                            What she is like: Strong-willed, but sensitive, and at times she can be easily surprised. She loves her family and friends and will do almost anything to keep them safe.
                            Part in Story: Dominica is the main character.

To love?

Or to despise?

To hate?

Or to draw forth pride?

Sometimes my world is not black and white

Sometimes I'd like to give up without a fight

Yet last night I promised

That you held the center of my world

And last night I drew forth grace

Which I have abused

But because of the truth in your kindness

And the soft gentleness of your touch

I will try not to fall down again

Though honestly, I can't promise much

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Hi. I've recently re-read Iraella and Baeddan, and Iraella has smacked me full in the face with fresh inspiration! I just decided to write up a little character chart, and then the story just came flowing. I just thought I'd share this because I'm quite pleased with it, and it's given me a whole new insight into Iraella's character, and some new ideas to play with for my second (or should it be third??) draft. So, my friends, I may not be changing the storyline so much after all. Perhaps the other idea shall be the sequel????.......One never knows.....

From "The Cost of Freedom"

Jacob:

Of medium height. Rather thin and wiry build. Short blonde hair. Blue-gray eyes. Small nose, kinda turned up at the end. Normal-lookin' mouth. Scar on right shoulder. Good with a sword. Afraid of death. *Ahem* Terrified of death. Hates slavery and innocent people getting hurt. Loves Estelle.

Estelle:

Petite. Long dark hair. Starry green eyes. Small, pointed nose. Full lips. Wonderful ability with herbs and medicines. Ace with bow and arrows. Feels like Jacob is as close to her as a brother.