RogueFyre

Life is nothing more or less, Than that which traffics time and space. Some things come and some things go, Birth and death, and simple things, Which fill the difference From one to the next No poet's dream, nor dreamer's song, Can take the scope of the living world My day to day or night and sigh Begin the laughter of the night. The elves of dreams The dwarves of tales, The birds of flight, Or dragon scales. The imagination or the mind The life that breaths eternal stories.

This is: A Summer without people, A Summer without smiles, A Summer without school work, Except what I assign. A summer without feeling A summer without thought A summer without knowing, If I'm in this world or not. A summer without rush A summer without care, A summer without seeing What else is out there. And if this little rhyme begins, To set your nerves a flame, Then let me know I'm still here, And not hiding from the world

Kincaide sat outside the front gate of the Palace D'Alangion, as he listened to his brother sing Savannah's favorite song at the top of his lungs. Michael was in the garden juggling three of his daggers and dancing as he sang. Caide just shook his head. While he chose to be silent and calmly prepare for their best friend's centennial, Michael would proclaim his happiness in the same way he prepared for a battle or hunt: loudly.

She has to fight her own way to each of the crystals, and as she gathers each one, the risk will grow. We both know that Boy has Pecons watching every one of the other four crystals, and they will report it to him as each crystal is removed from it's puzzle box. I only hope that Jade will be able to work her way through.

Across the room stood a mirror whose frame was finely carved of sandstone. Along it's sides, more vines and flowers wound their way, as if they grew from the very floor. And in fact they did, for the woman who inhabited this room was a sprite of the earth, and she often drew the plants from the soils, and taught them to grow where they should not.

She only wrote what stories she saw in her dreams, but the kids seemed to love them, and looked as if they could also see the stories come to life before their eyes.