"Settle down, Elinor.  My poor head can hardly think with all your gibbering."

Eltar and Elinor were spending a few quiet hours in their room, waiting for the pouring rain to cease; rather, Eltar was trying to do so, and Elinor was making it impossible.  Since Bettle had sent messengers to Emperor Armir of the Elves, her tongue would not stop clacking, chattering about what elves were like, and what they wear, and what their manners are, and what they eat.  A magpie would soon grow weary of her talk, to her brother's mind.

*a sequel.*

*Okay everybody, I have decided to just go ahead and make this fiction (which it kinda is anyway) even though it's in poem form. Life will be easier this way. Hope you enjoy!*

They sell fruit in the markets, and bread.
Fish, too, and all the usual things.
But then there are some corner booths in the shade.
And they have a lot in jars,
a lot in tightly shut pouches.
A penny for this, a nickel for that... I dig in my pockets every time,
my useless change suddenly full of worth.

Part Three: The Island

Bridget ran until her legs collapsed under her.  The dolphin paused about twenty feet from the shore and waited until she caught her breath.  She was lying on the sand for about ten minutes.  She knew that she needed to start again when the dolphin started making soft dolphin squeals, but she was so tired.  “Just a little longer…” she murmured.

“To tell the truth, I don’t know where to start. My fathers name is Ronertan and is a merchant ship captain, so he is gone pretty much all year long. That is his life and he loves it more than even family. Not that my father is selfish or mean he just loves his work.

Part Seven: "Another Wizard!" "Or Fairy!"

Chapter 1