*Note: You may want to read -A Peek Into the Land of Second Draft-Iraella and Baeddan Prologue first to understand this :-) I hope everybody enjoys. Sorry for the double post BTW!!

16.
Two people dance and sway in the night
The boy tells the girl to look in his eyes
In his arms, she trembles and tries not cry
She knows it’s the last night they’ll have in this life
-so close-
The girl watches this dream, wonders who they are
Then she sees herself, and he’s holding her heart
She never knew how much pain it would bring them to part
Not ‘til the moment under the stars…

17.
Mercy so relentless it died a criminal’s death
Love so jealous it overcame every rival for her heart

Whispers heard everywhere

The flowers swayed in the autumn breeze

The green grasses would bear the Sun's

Rays that made the morning dew drops glisten

The birds are chirping, do you hear them

Singing the early morning melody

Flying happily, oblivious to the lens that pointed

At the beauty of the place that is so free

The crackling of the leaves and twigs

And the soothing effect of the ocean breeze

Makes the world that's so big and crazy

The Trader Chapter one A man stood in shadows, waiting. Waiting for whom? Passers-by would wonder. He was a mysterious, striking figure. Tall and lanky, bearing a long cloak and a hat with a peacock feather.

Notebook flipped open to an empty page

Pencil in hand, eraser in range

A mess of ideas desperately waiting to be written

But yet I think to myself, "Where is my inspiration?!"

Empty, like a useless vessel, I feel

If I was really blessed with such an incredible gift

Why am I not pouring it out to the world?

Oh what a God-given gift I have blessed with!

The gift to design a world of my own

The gift to sing without a voice

The gift to fly on the wings of the wind

Tortei walked quietly up to Elinor and touched her arm.

“Elinor?” he said gruffly. Elinor said nothing, only stared with glassy eyes. Her breathing was heavy and her face pale. Tortei watched her for a moment and tried to talk to her; but she showed no sign of recognition. At last Tortei signaled his companions to come closer.

I walked through the deserts,
the breezing brusing my shoulders,
becoming my breath,
whispering my name.
So I followed it.

It led me through the barren brush
stiff and wide-awake
and the dried husk of the moon was rising
into the indigo night.
So I watched it.

I thought I heard cold voices
and saw orange eyes glowing back
like half-set suns they watched me
and the voices rose like wavering heat.
So I listened.

Words were not their ways
as I encroached upon their land

Slightly Magical: The collected adventures of Nat and Elisabeth, pertaining to usbom and what they encountered because of it.