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Chapter 1


Prelude


Chloe shivers and hugs her purple and green striped comforter close.  She stares out the frosty window anxiously, hoping to catch a glimps of her grandmother’s little red Volvo. The doorbell chimes loudly, as if to say “I haven’t got all day!” Chloe stumbles out of bed, and trips over a half used box of chalk sticks. She rights herself, and rushes to the door.

“Who is it?” Chloe asks cautiously, doing her best to sound like

an adult, as her mother had taught her to do before letting anyone inside the house.

“It’s me dear, Grandma Ellie.”

“If it’s really you, then, uh, what’s my favorite color?”

“Blue and red, but you can’t decide so you always say that it’s

purple.”

The door flys open, and Chloe throws herself into her grandmother. The old woman chuckles and sets down her parcel on the coffee table. 

           “What say we have some cocoa?” She says with a laugh.

           “Oh yes Grandma, let’s!”

Grandma hums cheerfully and pours water into the shiny kettle on the stove. Chloe’s watches intently, and scribbles something in her notepad.

           “Why, what are you doing dear?”

           “I’m talking notes so I can make cocoa like you.”

           “Aw, that’s my smart girl. Just remember, don’t handle boiling water without me or your mommy’s help, okay?”

Chloe nods, and continues to jot down her notes. When the cocoa is finally finished, Grandma pours some into her own large black mug, and Chloe’s purple cup. She hands Chloe’s cup to her carefully, and smiles as the little girl blows on her cocoa.

           “Now dear, nothing goes better with cocoa than a story! Which one would you like to hear?”

“Tell me about the magic forest Grandma Ellie!” Chloe  exclaims,

while spinning around in her seat excitedly.

“Of course dear. Would you like to sit with me?” Grandma sits

down slowly, and motions for Chloe to sit in her lap. Chloe nods and perches comfortably in her grandmother’s lap.

“There is a magical forest, and to the naked eye, it seems all but

uninhabited. But if you take a closer look, you’ll see that it’s full of life. There is all manner of magical creatures, Unicorns, Pheonix, Elves, Fairies, you name it. The sprites live in small huts constructed from grass and mud, near the streams and brooks that snake through the forest. The trolls prefer to take refuge underground, because their skin is quite sensitive to sunlight, and though it is rather uncomfortable for them, they won’t turn to stone. The fairies inhabit the glade, the elves the riverbanks, the centaurs the thicket, and of course there are a few animals dotted over each section of the forest. Each creature lives with their own respective species, and rarely ever makes contact with any other type of creature but their own. But once a month, on the full moon, this still forest awakens, and all the creatures that live in it reveal themselves so as to soak up the moonrays that give them life. Every creature, great and small, young and old, gather around the sacred stone, called the Receiving Stone, which marks the center of the forest to absorb the moonbeams. Everyone is at peace with one another.”.

     Chloe gazes excitedly at her grandmother, her silver gray eyes shining with anticipation.

“You’ve been there, haven’t you. Will you take me there?”.

Grandma smiles and brushes a loose strand of hair out of Chloe’s eyes.

“Yes Chloe, in fact, I used to visit there quite frequently, but I

remember it like it was yesterday. I’m sorry dear, I can’t take you there. At least, not now. But maybe someday when you’re older…” Her voice trails off, and her gaze glazes over like that of a person deep in thought.

~~~


“CHARA! CHARA GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”. The small, 

sandy-haired elf boy sticks his tongue out at the fuming woman behind him, and sprints toward the crescent-moon shaped rock that marks the center of the forest.

“No, I want to make the Receiving Stone glow! You never let me

go near it except for on Lun’e, it’s not fair!”.

He angrily pulls out a small, blue amulet, and pushes it into the hole at the top of the Receiving Stone. He steps back, and watches excitedly as the magical rock begins to light up. The elven woman catches up to him, and begins scolding him angrily.

“Chara, I told you not to touch that, what were you thinking?!”

She then notices the Receiving Stone lit up brightly, and a look of fear crosses her face. Chara gives her a satisfied smirk, which fades from his face quickly when he sees his mother’s frightened expression.

“Mother, what’s wrong?” Mother looks down at him, and tells him to go to the house.


“Why are you scared?” .

“Chara, just go. Please, for your own safety.”


She then turns, and shoves him towards the house. Chara runs 

inside and stands on his tiptoes to look out the window at his mother. 

He sees her bend over and attempt to remove the amulet, before a 

bright flash of light blinds him, causing him to fall backwards. When he 

comes to, he rushes out to his mother, who is collapsed near the 

cracked Receiving Stone. He shakes her shoulders, desperately hoping 

that she isn’t just asleep, that if he shakes hard enough and yells loudly 

enough, she will open her eyes and tell him that everything is okay. But 

deep inside, he knows that she never will. He curls up next to her body, 

and clutches her cold hand tightly. I’m really alone now 



You may be wondering why I posted this on here. I have a good reason. This site actually has followers! Sorry bout that. Anyway, *poo* hope you liked the story! (Even though I’m an amateur and write like one)




Why Do You Hide

You run and you hide 

Behind a mask made out of lies

And I just can’t 

understand

why
You smile through your mask and tell me you’re fine

But can see behind the curtain

I can hear you crying to yourself at night

And every time I come through door 

You just dry your eyes 

And act surprised

And say that you’re all right
I know you

I know something’s on your mind

Oh please tell me

I feel like you’re leaving me behind

You know I can help you

So why

Do 


You run and hide 

Behind a mask made outta lies

Oh I just don’t 

understand

why

It burns a hole

Through your soul

Every time you keep something inside

So why

do 

you hide?

I can see behind your disguise

I know you’re hurting

Walking on a broken bone

Just smiling through the pain

So I can’t just leave you all alone

I can’t just go away

Please

tell 

me why


You’re smiling through a mask

When I can see the pain in your eyes

But I know you

I know something’s on your mind

Oh please tell me

I feel like you’re leaving me behind

You know I can help you

So why

Can’t 

I?

Aerabeth, Chapter 1: Wrongful Conviction

This story was inspired by a writing prompt on EmeraldPhoenix’s blog, The Realm of Writing. You should really check out her stuff!


“I didn’t do it!” I scream. “I’m innocent!”

“Then explain how you were the only other person in the King’s chambers at the time of his murder!” the investigator hisses savagely, slamming his fist down on the table separating us.

“I don’t know!” I choke out. I’m crying now. Great.

Two green-clad guards lead me roughly into a small gray cell. There is a pair of heavy shackles  hanging from the ceiling by two thick chains. In the corner of the room, there is a toilet without a lid, and a small bucket that looks like it hasn’t been washed in a very long time.

I stare for a moment, my eyes wide with shock. They can’t be putting me in here, there must be some mistake…

Nope. They unceremoniously shove me in without even bothering to take the gag out of my mouth. One of them laughs when I notice the scrape on my palm and start .

“You’d better be a lot tougher ‘n you look if you want to stay alive down here.” the mean gaurd jeers. I try to think of a comeback but panic and anger cloud my mind. All I can do is scowl at him darkly and pretend his comment hasn’t affected me. But it has.

His words swirl toxically through my brain as the gaurds remove the gag from my mouth and fasten the chains to my wrists, and after they slam to heavy metal door shut, locking me in. Even deep into what I can only judge to be night by the dim sound of heavy boots clattering past my cell door, the words are still heavy on my mind.

The cold shackles bite into my wrists, now numb with pain. I hang my head wearly, which is the closest I can get to lying down. If only I could sleep, just for a little while. Sleep… A sharp pain courses through my body, cruelly jolting me awake. A small thought begins to form in my tired mind.

A little spark of hope

An idea that would have never crossed my mind before today

A way out.

*stupid self deprecating joke, etc etc*

Story #3?

I worked all day on this. Ain’t I just the most productive person there ever was?



Oh god, how did I get myself into this mess… Confusion and fear burn through my mind, a sliver of excitement simmering beneath them. I peer around the wall of heavy crates blocking my veiw, ready to run at the slightest bit of sound or movement.

“I see you’re adjusting well,” an deep voice whispers in my ear.

I jump back, my heart pounding in my chest. A wave of relief pulses through my brain as a familiar face steps out from behind me, grinning and holding his hands in the air.

I smile and punch him in the stomach. I am rewarded with a groan of pain.

“Yeah Dylan, I’m really getting comfortable with the thought that a renowned assassin is after me. And thanks for the heart attack by the way,” I reply in an accusing tone.

“No problem, and your jab was a delightful use of my time as well.”

I roll my eyes and duck away behind another pile of crates, catching sight of a flash of red and green about 20 yards in front of me. I note the direction the colors were going and begin running in the opposite direction.

A hand grabs my wrist, pulling painfully against my efforts to run away. I sigh and turn around, shaking off Dylan’s grip.

“Listen, I know this person. And she knows all the tricks in the book. Right now she’s probably sneaking up behind us, and chances are she’s going to be coming from that way.”

“Well- then what do you suggest I do?”

He shakes his head and grabs my hand tightly. “No, what we do. If we split up she’ll just pick us off, starting with the weaker one of us.”

I gulp, swallowing the knowledge that, though I won’t admit it, he is stronger than me.

“Wouldn’t want her to do that,” I say with a nervous laugh “and here I always thought I would be the first one to go. Guess even I can be wrong sometimes.”

“‘Even a broken clock is right twice a day’ sounds like it fits you better.” Dylan smirks.

“It’s not an insult if it implys that I’m right.” He begins to say something, but I clamp my palm over his mouth and put a finger to my lips.

“Shush,” I whisper. “I think I heard somethi- oh my god, are you licking my hand?!” I pull my hand away disgustedly, now warm and moist, and wipe it on the back of my pants. I hear the sound again, even closer than before. Rough boots scraping against the rotting boards of the dock, thumping slowly towards our small pile of crates.

“Damn it, okay, what should we do,” I mutter. “Now you’re gettin’ it babe,” he says with a grin. “Okay, we’re going to climb to the top of these crates, duck low so we don’t get skylined, and wait for her to pass. Once she’s clear of this section, we can sneak into the water.”

“Okay, one, don’t call me babe, and two, what are we going to do once we’re in the water?”

“I know a place. Now hurry up and start climbing, she’s getting closer.”

I make my way to the top of the heap, ducking as instructed once I reach the highest crate. The thumping has now turned into a tap, and a long shadow is coming around the corner to our left.

A tall figure unknowingly reveals itself to us, pointy boots tapping patiently towards us, face drawn into a confident sneer, platinum hair pulled up into a tight bun. I wince at the sight of her trademark bullwhip. I’ve only seen it a few times, and just on TV. But up close it’s even worse.

They say that it’s owner spends hours each night polishing it, until its silver gray surface is practically a mirror. I stare, watching it snake through the air, flicking back and forth as if it has a mind of its own, and finally coming to rest curled tightly by its owner’s side.

My eyes widen as I see that my own face, and Dylan’s as well are reflected clearly on the cold silver. If she just looks down, she’ll find us. I shudder at the thought of what that whip could do to human flesh. I slowly grab Dylan’s arm to get his attention, and motion towards the whip.

He looks at it, then me, shakes his head, and lifts his crossed fingers in front of my face. I sigh and cross my fingers as well.  I anxiously look back, not to the whip, but to the face above it. The breath catches in my throat as I realize that her black eyes are focused intently on our two faces.

The Mystery Blogger Award

Nominated by the always charming The_Great_Awesome!

Da Rules

  1. Post the award/ image on your blog .
  2. Thank whoever nominated you and give a link back to their blog.
  3. Mention the creator of the award and give a link back to her blog.
  4. Nominate some deserving bloggers and notify your nominees by commenting on their blogs.
  5. Ask your nominees 5 questions of your choice; including one weird or funny question.  


My tablet won’t let me download images RN for some reason, so I’m just gonna have to skip that first rule XD

Anyway, this award was created by Okoto Enigma! Go check out his/her blog (😂i really don’t know anything abput this person cause I’m an uncultured swine 😛).

Dang it I have to actually nominate people this time or my single little sliver of credibility goes out the window. (Warning, I’m about to go off on a tangent) This is the problem with being an inxtrovert, a word I just made up which means a socially awkward person who likes socializing. You know the big drag of being an inxtrovert? You have to social skills of an introvert, but the social needs of an extrovert. It’s similar to my relationship with water. I love swimming but suck at it. Huh, the principal of being an inxtrovert can apply to a lot of things in my life actually. Drawing, writing, cooking, living, etc.

So that was like three minutes of me rambling about a word I just made up. I’m awesome at time management.

Anyways *jrvxuhghn* I nominate Sfcamster and stichiella

Now I shall answer ze questions


If you could go ANYWHERE, where would you go?

Vegas. I stand by my answer %100.

Swimming or flying?

Fuhlllyyyyiiiiiinng duuuuuuhz

If you could turn into an animal, would you?

That depends, would the change be permanent? If not, then I totally would. Probably some sort of bird. Cause you just read my last answer right.

If you could go back in time to visit someone, who would you visit?

Since I don’t really care much about meeting historical figures, I’m not going to put much thought into my choice. Christopher Columbus. Cause he’s the first person that popped into my head. I probably should care more about history than I do.

Would you rather own a normal pet, or an exotic pet?

 Normal. Don’t you dare take my kitties away.



My questions are…


  1. How long can you hold your breath?
  2. What is the first thing you can remember drawing?
  3. Why did you start blogging?
  4. Who was the last notification you got from (not including the one from me)
  5. Even if you don’t like either one much, would you rather read about a dystopian universe or a utopian universe?

So that’s it, sorry I bored most of you ta death, mates. I’d come to your funerals but I don’t think I’d be welcome.


Help my brain is fried

The Music Tag

Eyyyy first time I’ve actually done a tag on time in a while. Feels gud. Eenyway, I was nominated by, bah da bah da ba da, The_Great_Awesome! Go check er out, she’s awesome. I MEAN IT, GO NOW. Checked out? Good.

Okaayy, so here’s le questions

  1. What’s your favourite band?
  2. What genre would you say you listen to the most?
  3. What song do you have stuck in your head?
  4. What’s your favourite new album of this year?
  5. (The nominator chooses for the  nominees)


What’s your favourite band

Forever in Your Mind. Sue me.

What genre would you say you listen to the most?

Probably country *thick shower of computers rains provided by protesting readers rains down on my head* DAMMIT GUYS THE HEAD WELT FROM LAST TIME JUST HEALED!

What song do you have stuck in your head?

Okay, since I don’t really have any “reputation” to protect, (at least not a good one XD) I’m just going to say it. Once Upon a December from Anastasia. I’d be ashamed but I’ve got worse things to be embarrassed about. 

What’s your new favorite album of this year?

Don’t have one haha I don’t even think I’ve listened to a full album before in my life. I feel like I made a non grammar related mistake in that last sentence but I don’t know what it was. oh well.

Who do you think the worst singer/ band ever is?

Me.

But you’re not-

*growls* ME.

You don’t understand, it has to be-

*grabs you by the shoulders and gives you my Death Stare* ME.


OKEEE DOKEE I think that’s it for my answers.

Thank god.

Shuddup.

I nominate Ivy if she hasn’t been nominated yet, and whoever else sees this and hasn’t already done it.

My question for le nominee(s) is…

Have you ever played a song in your head so many times you started hearing it with your actual ears.

By the way, I have done that. Although I might just be a crazy person who hears things that aren’t there XD.
Lol I’m thinking of a new tagline for the blog. Mental health issue’s? None that I know of, but if you hang around me long enough, someone in the relationship’s bound to go crazy

Is that too inappropriate? I just wanna make sure it isn’t offensive to people with actual mental health issues. 

Song challenge: day 2

Hai guys! So, this is the second day of the song challenge, I was nominated by The_Great_Awesome. Here’s da rulez

  • Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
  • Post what the lyrics mean to you (optional).
  • Post the name of the song and video.
  • Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge

Right on Time by MattyB ft Ricky Garcia

I nominate Dumcheese

Crap, it’s stuck in my head now -on time, right on- stoppit!