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ROCK OUT WITH YOU'RE FUCKING COCKS OUT!!!!!!!!

Part one: The Meeting
The sun rose slowly as Fiona walked to the river bank. It was a crisp autumn morning and Fiona hummed to herself as she went along. Aya had insisted on fresh water from the river this morning to make her father’s arrowroot and wolfs bane tonic. Her father had been ill since that day ten years ago when he had used Dark magic to revenge her rape. He had paid a heavy price for his abuse of the magic: he was forever tainted by darkness and it constantly threatened to consume him. Though he fought it, the struggle left his body ravaged and weak. Fiona knew he was dying and knew that no spell could save him. Magic might only complicate things. So every morning Fiona made her father a soothing tonic to ease his pain and grant him sleep. She often thought of lacing it with a quick poison to ease her fathers passing, had even asked Aya if it was the right course of action, but hadn’t the heart to take her father’s life. So he suffered, and she did all that she could to comfort him.
Fiona’s father was the only life that she knew. When he had the strength he taught her the ways of magic, but he was often weak, so she educated herself from his scrolls and spell books. Her magic had progressed further than she had imagined during these solitary lessons, but her father was proud of her and she loved to make him smile.
“Fiona, hurry up with that water child”, Aya shouted from the cottage window. Fiona put the mouth of the jar against the river’s current and waited for it to fill.
“Fiona, do you hear me calling to you”, Aya shouted again. Fiona rolled her eyes. *The whole town can hear you*, she thought.
“Coming Aya”, she yelled back. She lifted the full jar out of the water and carried it back to the cottage. She kicked the door open with her foot and set the water on the kitchen table. She watched Aya scurry about the kitchen like a mouse preparing breakfast and her fathers tonic.
“Well you’re a grown woman, yet you still have the hearing of a two year old”, Aya fretted. “You would have thought I had raised you with more manners”.
“Oh, Aya don’t fuss. You know you raised me just fine”, Fiona replied. Aya looked at her and smiled.
“I suppose I did, didn’t I”, she said. She walked over to Fiona and placed her hands on her shoulders. “Let me look at you”, she said “such a lovely girl, and getting so independent. Soon you’ll be leaving on your own”. Aya pulled a handkerchief from her apron pocket and began to cry.
“Aya stop it or you’ll get tears in fathers medicine”, Fiona said gently. Aya laughed and went on to finish breakfast.
Fiona never understood why Aya became so emotional around Fiona’s birthday. Tomorrow would be Fiona’s twenty-second year and she never intended to leave Aya or her father. This place was her home, her world, and she knew nothing else. If she could only break her mother’s evil spell. The townspeople of Lorien already feared her. The children thought her to be some sort of monster and shied away from her on the streets. A few of the bolder ones often tried to steal the veil from her head. They never got away with it.
She often cast a small spell to teach them a lesson, nothing major, just a small rash or a light cold. Just enough to frighten them away. Magic served its purpose, but she was always careful not to delve to deeply in these spells. Such behavior led to Darkness.
Fiona poured the river water into the kettle to boil. She then opened the door to the stone oven to check the biscuits that Aya had started that morning. They were baking nicely and were nearly done. She closed the door and went to peel apples for her fathers breakfast tray. She chopped the fruit finely and stirred them into Hamal’s bowl of stewed oats. The kettle began to steam so she took it off the fire. Aya brought the cup with her fathers powder and poured the steaming water into it. She then put the cup and the bowl of oatmeal onto a tray and handed it to Fiona.
“He specifically asked for you this morning”, Aya told her.
“Well, I suppose that I must”, Fiona replied wearily. She accepted the tray and walked to her father’s chamber door. The door was open slightly so she knocked gently.
“Father?” she called gently, “I’m here with your breakfast.”
“Come in my daughter,” came the whispered reply. She stepped quietly into the dimly lit room. The curtains were drawn and there was little light but for the fireplace and a few lit candles. Fiona looked at her father’s feeble body on the large bed. It seemed almost as if the bed covers were swallowing him, he’d lost so much weight. The fact that he was getting worse everyday sat heavily on Fiona’s heart. There was nothing she could do for him except make him comfortable, but so many things pained him that being comfortable was nearly impossible. She set his breakfast on the bedside table and touched his hand.
“Good morning father”, Fiona said softly. She sat on the edge of the bed and took her father’s frail hand in her own. “I’ve brought your breakfast”, she told him.
Hamal slowly turned to face his daughter. He smiled as much as he could.
“Good morning my sweet Fiona”, Hamal said. “I fear I haven’t much of an appetite my dear.”
“But you must eat something to build your strength or you’ll never get well,” Fiona pressed.
“Don’t badger an old man with false hope sweet one”, Hamal replied, “you know just as well as I that I’m dying.” Fiona felt her heart constrict at his words.
“You mustn’t speak of such things Ada”, she told him as tears came to her eyes.

Prologue: A History

     The midday sun shone brightly on the kingdom of Veloria as the people went about the business of their lives. The everyday bustle of the streets were centered around the one major city: Lorien.
Lorien was Veloria’s pride and joy. A city so bright and prosperous that the third king had his palace moved brick by brick to the center. The streets wound throughout the buildings, each road leading to a hundred destinations, but ending at the river to the south end of Lorien. The river Teinne was the source of many of Lorien riches, providing food, transportation to the other cities, rich farmlands along the banks, and a place for the women to do their washing.
But the most important thing that the river nurtured was the home of the Mage, Hamal and his daughter Fiona. Hamal was Lorien’s only mage and the King’s advisor in matters of business, war, and home. Hamal was frequently asked questions about the king’s son Adamar.
     Adamar was a tyrannical, selfish boy who grew into a tyrannical selfish man. The King often tried to convince Hamal to change Adamar with some spell or another but each time Hamal refused. To change a person’s soul delved too deeply into the use of Dark magic and Hamal was no sorcerer. He had a daughter to look after in any case. His beautiful daughter Fiona was his pride and joy, his reason for living. She, being left without a mother, was happily raised by a nursemaid named Aya. Hamal had originally hired Aya as a wet nurse but had let her stay when he realized what a loving mother she could be to his daughter.
Fiona’s birth mother had died a month after giving birth. She was a mage herself and hated the idea of being forced to marry. She was very ill when the time of her birthing arrived and nearly died before Fiona was out of her womb. During her last days she put a cruel spell on her daughter for causing her death: “Let any man who looks upon her face be driven mad by wanting. He must have her body and heart to be released or he will suffer until his end or hers.”  
Hamal had demanded that she undo the spell but she had died laughing at his pleas for mercy on their daughter. His precious Fiona was cursed until the end of her days. So Hamal protected her in the only way that he could. He kept her inside their little house as much as he could but she was a free spirited girl and often escaped his careful watch. He finally relented to her and allowed her outside, but only if she wore something to cover her face. So Fiona was condemned to wear a veil for the rest of her life.
It wasn’t until Fiona was twelve that she began to question why she must cover her face. She had become quite charmed by a young man who lived on the riverbank nearby. He insisted that he would never pursue a woman that refused to show her face. They snuck away together one summer night to the cover of the stables and Fiona, ignoring her fathers command, removed her veil. The young man was instantly struck by her mothers spell. He pushed Fiona to the stable floor and raped her until she could no longer fight back. He left her there on the floor where the stable hand found her the next morning, bleeding and unconscious.
Hamal was furious with the boy and with himself for not telling his daughter the truth sooner. He let himself slip into the realm of Darkness and used Dark magic to curse the boy that hurt his daughter. Two days later someone found the boys body in the Teinne. Someone said that he had been swimming and had been strangled by the plants growing on the bottom of the river. No one ever questioned the fact that there were no plants in the part of the river that he was drowned in. Everyone knew what he had done and feared to question Hamal for they might meet the same fate.
So Fiona recovered from her ordeal, but she was never the same cheerful spirit her father knew. She grew into a quiet, somber woman and never showed her face again to the outside world. She still maintained her willfulness and courage but she rarely smiled anymore, and that pained Hamal more than anything else could.

Traitor


i loved you so much
but you didn't care
you left me behind
with a broken heart
i was lost in the shadows
i gave in to the pain
i watched you leave
you never looked back
not once did you see
tears falling from my eyes
you never acknowledged
my heart was breaking
you left me to my loneliness
ignoring my cries
i needed your help
your lies were all i had
you abandoned me to heartache
confused and afraid
i needed your love to survive
without you i am nothing
a lonely soul wandering through a self-induced hell
searching the darkness
for a glimpse of light

i'm calling this one DEATH'S LOVE SONG. hope you like it.


i am the queen of darkness
standing in love's shadow
waiting for your life's warmth
to fill the void in my heart
so let me kill you with passion as
you fall into my sweet seduction
your pain is my pleasure
as i taste your tears
feeding on your soul in an orgasmic wave
i envy your life as it fades
touch me my love as
i fill you with shadows
sweetly into sleep you fall
as i hold you in my poisonous embrace
sink into the cold with me
taste the bitterness of my heart
love me as you love no other
for i am Death, your mistress forever

i finished it!!!!!!

so let me kill you with passion as
you fall into my sweet seduction
your pain is my pleasure
as i taste your tears
feeding on your soul in an orgasmic wave
i envy your life as it fades
touch me my love as
i fill you with shadows
sweetly into sleep you fall
as i hold you in my poisonous embrace
sink into the cold with me
taste the bitterness of my heart
love me as you love no other
for i am Death, your mistress forever



something i started, and plan to finish soon. hope you like it so far.

Currently titled Death's Broken Promise

i force myself into seclusion
away from a world built on illusion
i search for peace in the arms of death
but i never reach that final breath


chorus:
tell me why am i still alive?
it seems god himself won't let me die
so i sit and and try to cry
but my eyes have forgotten how


it would seem that i'm alone
trapped inside my heart of stone
a heart turned cold by your abuse
and hearing your lies when i ask for truth


so tell me why i should stay in this world
all that remains of a broken girl
a girl who never wanted much
just a simple kiss and a loving touch


chorus


so let me burn away to ash
in memories that never seem to pass
but sit in my mind to rot and sour
while i struggle to reach that final hour


chorus

i force myself into seclusion
away from a world built on illusion
i search for peace in the arms of death
but i never reach that final breath


chorus:
tell me why am i still alive?
it seems god himself won't let me die
so i sit and and try to cry
but my eyes have forgotten how


it would seem that i'm alone
trapped inside my heart of stone
a heart turned cold by your abuse
and hearing your lies when i ask for truth


so tell me why i should stay in this world
all that remains of a broken girl
a girl who never wanted much
just a simple kiss and a loving touch


chorus


so let me burn away to ash
in memories that never seem to pass
but sit in my mind to rot and sour
while i struggle to reach that final hour


chorus


this a song i wrote, but it has no name. if you have a suggestion, let me know, and tell me if you liked the song.

ahhh!!!!! i lost my bottle of vodka!!!! somebody get me a new one!!!!

umm.....well, where do i begin? how about, my life sucks, any one wanna trade? i am currently in a state of perpetual mourning for the love i have lost, and the love i can never have.

Inside my mind a shadow forms
my heaert cries to the dark
tasting the sweetness of the night
and dreading the bitter morning

if i could sleep for days
would you count the hours till my waking
or leave me to my desolation
begging for your kiss?