CHAPTER TWO


The setting sun casts a radiant orange glow across the hard word floor, illuminating the soft yellow down comforter draped over the wood bed in the far corner. Aurora sat studiously at her desk beside the bed, coping math problems into her blue spiral notebook. Bees buzzed harmoniously out side of her window marking the peak of summer but the end of the day.
Assorted songs by Eminem blare through her headphones sending her hands into a rhythm. With each beat of the song Mocking Bird, she wrote another number. She kept at her homework for a good while, going from Algebra to English, and then finally finishing with her Ars Poetica. Checking the clock, Aurora removes her headphones and rubs her tender ears. She opens her left hand side drawer and sets the portable CD player in along side a darker-than-night velvet bag with a silver drawstring.
She stares at the sack, and all at once her attention comes crashing back to earth. Shaking her head, Aurora climbs out of her plain wooden desk chair and walks to her door. Turning back to her room, she smiles at her accumulated posters of Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, and Eminem and mass collection of teddy bears. Quickly assessing her looks in her mirror, Aurora turns the brass door handle and heads downstairs for supper.

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Darkness flows fluidly, covering the furniture of the small child’s bedroom. A small girl lies peacefully on a solitary bed standing out from the wall facing the window. The light from the bar next to the house, casts an orange glow on the girls pale feet jutting out from under the Little Mermaid sleeping bag she had just gotten for her fourth birthday. She had opened her window earlier that night to try and ease the stifling heat in her room, and still stood open, allowing the night’s cooling air and sounds to sooth the heat and other problems.
The young girl shifts slightly in her sleep and disrupts her blanket, sending it onto the wood floor in a rumpled heap. As the room turns back to its silent state, a single shadow glides across the young girl’s limp body. The dark figure reaches to retrieve the lost blanket on the floor, but pauses when the child wiggles around in her sleep again. He glances at the child then back to the blanket, and pulls it up to place it on the edge of the bed, but is startled to find the child now sat up on her bed staring worriedly at him.

Though she was awake, it took her several seconds to understand what was going on. She had woken from a dream telling her that something was happening and she was needed in the real world. So she had snapped back to her body, making her jolt back to find a man kneeling beside her bed. She went to clutch her blanket around her for protection, but was concerned to find that it had slipped from her bed.
As she turned her attention back to the dark form crouching beside her, she swallows harshly when he lifts his dark eyes to meet hers. Her heart slows back to a relieved pace when she recognizes the man. He stands up, folds her blanket in to a neat rectangle, and slides it over the end of her bed.
Smiling, the young girl slips back down to her pillow to return to sleep, and to welcome back her dreams.
“Scream, child, scream…” had been the dark ones words in her dream, and dumped over her like a bucket of ice water. She sits back up and chokes on a scream when a hand tosses her back down on her bed and clamps down on her mouth.
“Shhhh…you don’t want to wake your mommy…do you, Aurora?” he breathes thickly as his hand presses down roughly on her mouth, halting any sounds. The small girl’s heart thuds frantically in panic and instantly she starts flailing her arms and feet, trying to dislodge the heavy man, which now straddled her. He quickly stops her futile attempts by shifting his weight and using his free hand to pin her arms above her head.
Certain that she wouldn’t make a sound, his hand slide eagerly from her mouth to remove her cartoon pajama bottoms. Fear filled tears stream fluently from her slate colored eyes as her pants slid off her small legs and were tossed to the floor hurriedly. She squeezes her eyes closed to shut out the world, but opens her eyes when the heavy weigh on her chest moves off. She looks up to find him standing next to her looking down.
She follows his gaze and notices a silk scarf in his right hand. Be fore she has a chance to understand his intentions, he has her body straddled again, but instead of holding her hands, he quickly wraps the scarf around her thin wrist and ties them together above her head to the white metal head board.
She tugs fruitlessly at her bonds when he slides off her small body to the end of her bed, but stops she stops moving as a large hand slides across her bare stomach. Fresh tears run helplessly down her pale face, silently begging him to stop. His hand traces the contour of her waist and hips, circling his intent. He moves his hand lower still, making her finally cry out in pain. 
 
She lay still for most of the night, trying desperately to understand her frightening dream in the darkness of her room. Aurora tries to focus on the details, but sighs impatiently when it melts together in a misty haze. The rhythmic breathing of her younger sister, told Aurora that she still lay sound asleep in her bed across their spacious bedroom, so she decided to go on an outing. She silently pulls back her covers and climbed from her bed onto the heated wood floor. Pulling on a pair of faded flare jeans and black sweatshirt over her camouflage nightshirt, Aurora readied herself for the bitter night air.
Glancing again at her sister to be sure she was safe, the teenage girl slowly gets on her knees to retrieve her small navy blue duffel bag out from under her bed. Nearly five months ago, she had packed the bag with food and extra clothes when she had gotten a sudden urge to travel their woods to the beautiful lake almost a mile and a half away. The urge came as a pulling sensation always on the full moon, just before it hit the night’s peek.
So she retraced her set pattern of attaining her bag and the small black velvet bag from her desk, and climbs from her window, after tossing her bag to the ground. She picked up her back and slings it over her shoulder. Being especially wary of the loose rocks surrounding her families’ two story log home, Aurora makes her way slowly to the edge of the distant woods.
The ancient oaks that filled her family’s 112-acre Michigan property loomed reverently over her, seeming almost to embrace their young friend. Smiling joyfully, Aurora sweeps back her jet-black hair and crosses from her routine life of being her father’s daughter, in to her enchanted fantasy.
Early spring leaves spin in the slight May zephyr, creating some of the loveliest designs in the night sky. The newly grown grass sprinkles the ground with new life color and softens the forest floor. Aurora gently sets her backpack down to retie her out door shoes, and inhales the sweet scent of coming rain and fragrant flowers before kneeling to the soft earth.
Her long hair shimmers in the bright moon, reflecting the light so that it almost seems blue. Flowing to her lower back, it created a dramatic waterfall of black trailing the smooth line of her back. Crickets greet the rising moon with their mournful song as she finishes her shoes and stands to head for the woods. Taking in the sight of the shadowed trees once more, Aurora sighs and tosses the duffel bag back on her back and steps in to the darkness.

Leaves crunched under her sneakers as she crosses over the small wooden bridge her father build over the small stream branching off of the lake. A slight breeze stirs some dead leaves around the end of the bridge, which would have frightened her, if it hadn’t occurred every night she’s come here. Treading softly on the wooden bridge, Aurora spots the reflection of the moon on the calm waters of the Maour Family Lake.
Stepping out of the darkness of the trees, and taking in the striking beauty of the lake, Aurora strides happily to her canoe tied to the trunk of a willow. Undoing the figure-eight knot on her boat, she carefully wraps the rope around the front end of the canoe and drags it to the shore. The water laps quietly at the bottom of the boat as she pushes it from the bank, and over the calm waters.
The red metal paddle dips silently into the water to push the small boat across the surface to the reflection of the moon. She lifts the paddle out of the water and moves it to the other side of the canoe, slowly moving her closer to her destination.
The larger white disk slowly surrounds the boat as she glides to the center of the lake. Quickly reversing her paddles to stop her from leaving the ring of light, Aurora slowly stops moving and drops anchor. After wiping off the water that was splashed on her face from the anchor, Aurora carefully pulls her duffel bag out from the storage compartment in the back of the canoe. Opening the blue bag, she pulls out the soft black velvet sack.
Feeling the object in the sack, Aurora smiles and slowly unties the silver cord. She slowly draws open the sack. Turning it over, a small ebon stone orb rolls into her palm. Strung on a silver chain by a single braided silver tread that crosses the orb tightly, necklace seemed kind of surreal.
Carefully unfastening the silver chain, Aurora happily puts the necklace around her neck. She then pulls a rainbow fleece blanket out of the duffel and a small pillow to sleep under the stars. Watching the moon drift across the sky, her green eyes slowly close to welcome sleep at last.

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Cold water trickles down her pale face, splashing against her chest. Her clothes stick to her body and bring the chill closer still. The moon is gone from the sky and the stars light barely anything at all. She lies in the bottom of the boat, her green eyes filled with excitement, but her body trembles as though she’s run for days on end.
The water around the boat sloshes noisily against the metal, pounding rhythmically to a hidden beat. She focuses on a single thought in her mind and shut out the rest of the world. Birds sing softly with the beat, a whole new rhythm starts from the mixture. Her heart picks up the beat and skips abnormally, causing her to breathe irregularly.
The boat stops rocking. The lake stops surging. The birds stop chirping. Her heart stops beating.
A single figure steps out from the shadows of the tall oaks, and crosses the sand and rocks to the edge of the water. The water has calmed to a glass like appearance, and has frozen to ice. The temperature drops dangerously around the stranger; a large icy cloud surrounds him, freezing all in his path. He steps on to the ice.
A single heart starts throbbing frantically to make up for the lost beats, and Aurora slowly sits up and screams. The ice around the boat thaws instantly and rocks the boat viciously. She tries to regain her balance but falls out of the canoe, into surprisingly warm water.
Ice forms over head as the stranger glides closer to her boat. The silence is broken as he chips away at the ice trying desperately to break through to her. Aurora swims towards the ice and places a shaky hand on its surface. Her touch melts the ice so that a hole the shape of her palm passes trough to the surface.
Screams echo through the water as a cold hand grips her wrist as it breaks through the ice. Trying to break away from the pain, Aurora finds the stranger starring down at her through the thick sheet of ice. The grip warms slightly as her heat passes through her and into him.
She gives up being released and places her entire body against the ice and shudders as the cold give way to the heat. She closes her eyes against the bitter cold and jumps as a strong arm wraps around her body and lifts her to her feet. The stranger continues to hold her in a vice like grip as she wobbles on her feet from exhaustion.
Aurora slowly lifts her free arm up to brush back the strangers hood, mystified by the darkness inside. As her finger tips trace the ancient silver runes adorning the edge of his hood, his hand releases her wrist. With both hands, she carefully draws back the black velvet hood to reveal charming, if not mischievous, black eyes and well defined facial features. Short black hair is plastered to his head from sweat and is contradictive to his creamy white skin.
Aurora traces the lines of his seemingly familiar face with her eyes, trying to drag up any familiar memories. A breeze tousles a few stray hairs as it tugs against his heavy robes. A shiver passes through her as the wind toys with her wet clothes and skin. Thinking of her wet state of being, Aurora moves to back away from the stranger, but frowns when she is stopped when his arm tightens around her waist.
“Who…” she swallows harshly and takes a deep breathe. A faint hint of fear creeps its way in to her already trembling voice. “Who are you?”
Memories flood into her mind in broken little shards…
A young woman slaps a small boy, hard across the face, sending her long auburn hair flipping through the air. The small boy falls to his knees letting go of a soft plea.
It switches to pair of children running through a forest holding hands. One is a small girl of no more than six years old dressed in a fine black gown. His waist length black hair is loosely braided and waves in the scattered sunlight as she races with a boy who seems a little older then her. Dressed in black pants and a loose fitted long sleeved white silk shirt, the two children looked well together.
Before she could catch more, the scene switched to him. The same dark enchanting eyes stare down at the sleeping body of a young woman of exceptional beauty. Her auburn hair spills about her in dark pools on the ebony alter. She wears a light blue dress adorned in silver, and a pendant around her neck with a beautifully crafted Ebon Stone set in a strange design…and then she notices her self.
Her own body lies on identical ebony alter next to the beautiful woman in a delicate black dress. A single ring is hung around her neck by a small silver chain. A single ring set with the same stone as the woman’s necklace. The same ring she now wore on her left pointer finger.
But even as she concentrated on herself the image changed and he walks out of the shadows of the tomb. Wrapped in midnight black robes, he stands over the alter with her body and removes the hood to reveal the gorgeous man who had been plaguing her for months. The man who had met her here at the lake, who froze the water with just a touch. He reaches out in the image to brush his fingertips lightly across her forehead and startles Aurora when he actually touches her.
Aurora jumps and upsets the boat sending herself in to the surprisingly mild lake water…
She desperately breaks the surface and looks around her for him and is disappointed to find only a moon sinking down over the trees. Aurora sighs and climbs back in to the small canoe. She lies in the bottom of the boat and sobs sadly.
“A name! that’s all I want!” she cries out to no one. She shivers uncontrollably as a slight breezes trails along her soaked body. Then she hears it. Just barely. “Daemon…I will find a way to help you…” she sit up in the boat and promises to the fading light.

If you had me alone, locked up in your room for 24 hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me?





Answer this diary and repost it in yours. You might be surprised with the responses you get. ;D

() dance with me? yea
() play checkers with me? yea
() hold me? hell yea
() make me laugh? duh
() would you make a move and make out with me? Maybe
() will you make the first move? Sure would
() go out with me? Hell yea
() give me your number? fo sure
() have sex with me? if i said no i would be lieing so yes


here awnser them for me now


() give me money? sure y not
() let me kiss you? of course
() watch a movie with me? sure would
() have dinner with me? yep
() let me borrow your car? ummmm maybe
() kick my hiney? nope but spank it hell yea
() take a shower with me? yeppp
() be my gf/bf? yea maybe if u where into guys
() have a fling with me? yes
() be there for me? i already am
() buy me a drink? yep
() take me home for the night? hell yea
() give me a good time? oh yea
() re-post this for me to answer your questions? ok

this what jacein wrote:

Am I cute? yes
-› Am I sweet?hmmm... somtimes...
-› Am I crazy?yes
-› Am I lovable?yes
-› Am I funny?yes
-› Am I psycho?no...
-› Am I daring?i think so
-› Am I a good person? yeah!
-› Am I schexy?... yes!!
-› Am I a psycho?didnt you already ask that?
-› Am I blunt?i dunno
-› Am I fun? definatley
-› Am I boring?nooooooo
-› Am I weird?kinda... but thats cute





-› WOULD YOU
-› Hug me?yes
-› Miss me if I was gone?yes
-›





Listen to my problems?yes
-› Hug me if I cried?yeah
-› Be a good friend?yeah
-› Date me?well.. perhaps
-› Kiss me?yes
-› Jump off a cliff for me?uh uh
-› Fight for me?yes
-› Buy me food?yes





-› IF YOU COULD
-› Give me a new name it would be?bella donna(means beautifull woman)
-› Do one thing with me it would be?*grins*i dunno
-› Take me out, where would you bring me?to the beach
-› Give anything to me what would it be?... my heart





-› JUST A FEW QUESTIONS
-› What do u love about me?your out goingness(is that a word?)
-› What is my best quality?hmmm i dunno, so many....
-› If u could change one thing about me it would be?you not having a computer at home
-› What is your honest opinion about me?
i like you
-› How long do you think we will be friends?as long as we will.. not a moment longer
-› Describe me in one word?cute





-› Physically, what stands out?dunno....
-› Emotionally, What stands out?your usually cheery
-› What's your first impression of me?cool...and good gamer
-› Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?no not yet
-› Do u trust me?yes
-› How do u feel when I'm down?sad





-› Did you ever feel that i was fake with you?i hope not
-› Am i someone you bring up when you talk to
people?some times
-› If I passed away?
What cant you do cuz of my death? be sad for a long time
-› What reminds you of me? hmmm......my gem colection(theyre soo pretty like you


bye

What is True Love?

Is it where you would give your life for another?

What is Absolute Stupidity?

Is it where you would give your life for another?


What is Perfect Obedience?

Is it where you would do anything for some one else?

What is Absolute Stupidity?

Is it where you would do anything for some one else?


What is Blind Faith?

Is it believing in something someone else says?

What is Absolute Stupidity?

Is it believing in something someone else says?


What is Faith in your Country?

Is it believing in your country to protect your rights and Freedoms, no matter what?

What is Absolute Stupidity?

Is it believing in your country to protect your rights and Freedoms, no matter what?



Why is it that teens and children are not treated as American Citizens? Why is it we do not get treated with the same respect as the other populations in our Great country? We don’t get the same rights as other American until we hit the age of 18…so if we are the future…shouldn’t we be taken care of better?

Elvin Blood


Dark and quiet
She sits far below
Struck in the heart
Dying in the snow


Her long years
Have come up short
The deadly arrow
Shot from Ammort


Her Elvin blood
Spills on the cold
She shakes with pain
But tries to hold


He is exiled
But cares not
He means to kill her
And let her rot


He brings back the arrow
And releases a hateful grin
He let flies the arrow
But it never went in


He sees her stand
He screams with rage
She chants a spell
For she a Mage


Withering in pain
She tosses more flames
But he's seen again
As the story claims