We were walking to the bus stop from the highschool together, my friend Rob and I, like we usually did. He was my best friend. I think I was his too. I looked up at him curiously, and glanced back at the kids that were glowering after us. We had both been awarded 'Most Mature' at the awards ceremony in May, and took our schoolwork, friendships, jobs, and lives seriously. Too seriously, according to our classmates.
The crew marched off in lines of two. Breanna found herself in the last pair with Jaza, who did nothing to bring up the events of the previous day.
“So, Brea, do you want to be my apprentice or not?” she asked.
Breanna recalled Jaza’s gift as the Master of Disguise. “Yeah, sure. When do we start?” she asked inquiringly.
“Soon,” Jaza said. “Maybe when this fighting business is cleared up.” She jerked her head in Jason’s direction.
Matt found himself with Jarein.
What is it like here? I'm glad you asked. It's really a lovely place, our home. I'll tell you all about it.
We have such beautiful life growing here. Trees and oceans and animals. We love to look at them while we rest inside our homes that we built for ourselves.
We're so very happy, because we work so hard at it. We all have the same job, pursuers of happiness. We know that it's just around the next bend in the road.
I’m sitting by an iris;
What a lovely place to be!
I’m sitting by an iris,
And it’s growing beside me.
What doth make an iris?
Quite a lot, I’d think.
I’ve seen that purple color
In the running off wet ink.
What doth make an iris?
At the center I observe
A crown so fine, so fair-formed
My queen’s head it would turn.
What doth make an iris?
A golden pollen fuzz
Like the coat of Mr. Bumblebee
When by it he doth buzz.
What doth make an iris?
Prolouge
Once there was a sheet of darkness over Tapa Wanka. The spirit world, fresh with new and exciting people, was chaos. But the leader, Moshi, was confident in his ablility to rule. He took years and years, but eventually, he set things in proper order.
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Here I am-
in my quiet place
resting, dreaming, thinking, singing,
discovering me.
Resting here-
in my quiet place
clearing away needless worries,
becoming free.
Dreaming here-
in my quiet place
filling my mind with fantasy,
the me I'd like to be.
Thinking here-
in my quiet place
thinking thoughts never before thought,
original to me.
Singing here-
in my quiet place
soaring above to mundane of life,
I miss the way we used to laugh
At everything we did
I miss the way we used to smile
And joke around and kid
I miss the way we used to sing
So horribly for fun
I miss the way we used to giggle
But now all that is done
I miss the way we used to fight
Even though that's strange
Becuase we always made up
Right until that day
I miss the way we used to share
Everything we had
I missed the way we used to argue
And then couldn't stay mad
The next day, exactly a fortnight from when she had come to the manor, she left it, wearing the same blue and green dress. One difference was that Aunt Eldira let her get up later than she had for her first journey. Their goodbye was not exactly affectionate, but it was not as cold as their greeting two weeks ago. "Recent circumstances," as Lady Eldira had put it, allowed for some empathy between the two. Eldira was mourning the loss of a friend, and, in a different way, so was Annica. She'd cried herself to sleep the night before over Alton's shocking behavior.
Undefined Lines
Unclear Distinction
The things familiar
Stripped away
Blurred Views
Tainted Mind
Confusion Surrounding
Nothing is certain
Everything corrupted
Thoughts affected
Heart torn
Mystification known
Feelings shown
Hostility displayed
Faults exhibited
Blame untaken
Problems unclaimed
Hurt conveyed
Unfixed, it stays
The familiar is gone
Unfound, Undiscovered
The known has vanished,
No longer remaining