Questions

Things have been going well. I am part of the Guardians once again, but i find that i am haunted by the same question... what now. The lady with whom my encounter started this question. I find I am afraid still... What I don't know. I always had a plan. What happened to that plan? What am I doing back here again? besides being who i've always been... Am I here to fulfill my destiny? what ever that may be I am still young... and have to remind myself of this on a constant basis... But the questions still remain... What now? Whom can honestly answer that question? Those with a plan of some sort What am I really afraid of? Am I afraid to persue those dreams I had in my younger years.. Why? That answer is not simple. Afraid to persue in chance of failure? or afraid to take a chance that I might succeed? Here and now, I am embracing my destiny. Even though I am alone in this adventure. I look up into a new sky every morning and sometimes it seems so easy to forget. A new day is a new beginning. Yeah even though I'm alone, it's....... ok Rythryn Veladorn 

Jhinta il'Sthan and Illyria

Greetings, Realms. Illyria has agreed to a wedding proposal, and we have scheduled it for 2 days from today. The location is unknown as yet, but will be noted on the announcement board in market square tomorrow. Illyria and I would like to extend an invitation to all who dare to observe. the time, while still uncertain, will be either near to 9 am EST, 7 pm EST, or 10:30 pm EST depending on availability of the Immortal who agreed to marry us. Blood and Honor, Jhinta il'Sthan 

Song for an Angel

Throughout the center of Westbridge, music could be heard, a delicately fingered guitar and a woman's soft voice singing. From where you stood, the words were unintelligible, but if you followed the sound to a small cafe just south of Market Square, and maybe made your way up the stairs onto the roof... Eleni sat on the round table, her legs crossed and her back towards the stairs that lead down to the cafe below. She swore at herself quietly, unsatisfied with her writing. In frustration, she strummed a few heavy chords on her guitar before taking a deep breath and beginning the song again. The guitar work was simple and pretty, a soft, melancholy song. Quietly, she sang: I didn't mean to leave you standing all alone; our last kiss passed through your window. I walked home through crowded streets, climbed into empty sheets, tried to tell myself that I had to go. But my heart it wants too much; it feeds on the fire of your unexpected touch. And your heart's just starting to awaken. How can I stay when I already am taken? Isn't this a lesson I've already learned? Playing with passion we'll all get burned. It takes courage to love you say, I don't know that I'm that brave. And there's no right or wrong that I've discerned. In truth, I think our hungers are the same: you long for my blood, and I'm addicted to the pain. No difference when I find myself lost in your embrace not knowing which flame to chase. And my heart she wants too much; she feeds on desire and your empathetic touch. And your heart's just starting to awaken. We tremble so close... maybe we're already breaking. Maybe we're already...... The song faded to a quick and quiet end, as if neither singer nor song were able to continue. She folded her arms around her guitar, looking out over the city, lost in her own thoughts.