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And then she spoke simplebut shaky is this real? Please don't let this be a damned joke my nine is playing on me cause it if is please don't let me wake! Forcing herself to stand stumbled over to the tall man wrapping her arms around his waist she felt him flinch at her touch acting as if burned she pulled away from him I I I'm sorry I didn't mean to assume I could touch you her lip began to trembling as emotions force their way out no!  No! It has nothing to do with you I was captured and beatin for I don't know how long but you touched my broken rib's I'm sorry

Aranel Tarellethiel Eärlindë Tîwele

To Return. continued part 1

so consumed with in her own thought she did not see or feel the presence stacking her, reality came crashing down around her as a pare of large arms wrapped themselves around her waist screaming form the shock she began to stike anywere she could of the assalent "OW OWOWOWO owwwwieeee stop Ériu!"  his voice was deep with a dark gravle like thunder when he spoke you could feel the hurt in his voice and the sorrow of loss in his past that he carried within him but she new this voice it had been year many many years sense she had heard it outside of her own mind  she froze in place  feeling her self fall to the ground she turned to see a large man with milk white skin and blood colored hair and eyes her voice stuttered and shook with emotions she could not name and then she spoke a simple question "Nostalion ?" hanging his head you could hear a small sniffle coming form him " yes Eriu, it is me".

To Return.

Staring at her reflection she wanted to smash the mirror she hated what she seen in her and in this world. She wanted to go home.

Looking back in the mirror she starred at her reflection her she was pale like porcelain doll her eyes were blue but not quite if you looked closely you could see silver and violet color with an unearthly Glow to them her lips were red like oxygenated blood.

She was attractive enough to mortal standards but she would never be mortal unless she cut her own hair and that was never going to happen.

As of the current time her hair sat mid back  it was raven black , her hair had been cut once before she had never panicked so much in her life thinking of it brought up memories she would rather not remember but she knew that they would surface despite her not wanting to remember

The slow and low murmur of screams of war echoed in her ears as she felt her hair being grabbed  and pulled slowly  the intense presser of her of the person pulling her hair stopped and she felt the weight of something land on her stomach the scream that erupted from within her shattered  the war  everyone seemed to have posed even the banshees  stopped there cries  at the sound of her voice

 Shaking her head she closed her eyes she doesn’t remember much after that other then picking up an axe and a short sword everything was a blur of faces and screams till she woke up bandaged and blind folded. At some point in the battle she had been struck on the head and lost her sight it wasn’t permanent seeing as she wasn’t mortal but six months without your sight will make you feel blessed to gain it back but as she was remembering her hair had been cut once during that battle she didn’t know for her to lose her immortality that she was the one who had to cut her hair.

Being taught that if you cut your hair you would turn mortal was not everyday knowledge it just wasn’t taught in lessons or by your patents you were told that if your hair was cut that you lost your immortality and you would die slowly. But six months had passed she was now able to confronting king Arthur about it she was thrown from the Kingdome exiled for questioning him in front of a full court. 500 years is a long time to be on this horrid plain the mortals have killed all the green and animal. Stone towers and homes flattend valleys and hills, rivers lakes and oceans have been bottled and damned, priced to be sold; disgusting.

She hated this place and couldn’t wait to leave everyone she loved or knew in had died and passed ages ago she was a lone and bitter because of it 

Hating Arthur and wishing to kill him is not done or thought lightly but to do so she had to get home, she needed to get back.

Getting back was easier said than done Avalon was lost off the cost of Ireland  and green land though most would not believe her if she said that she once lived there and new Arthur personally and the laws in which he governed his lands.

She was what was known as a “pure one” she had been born on Avalon all of the little sum of 1300 years ago she was considered a child a toddler to most though the legal age to fight in the wars. The wars here in the land of terra; guns as the Humans call them kill more than they should though she was found of their 45’s they reminded her of Nostalion he would always shoots off his mouth and get into trouble but he could take any of them he was fast, strong and ungodly accurate with any weapons’ given to him. Smiling to herself she’ll get to see him again as soon as I get back.

Pondering his appearance he was a few hundred years older he would be about 1600 years or so.

Looking back into the mirror she gently placed her hand on the side of the mirror opening it pulling out a few small items in her bag it was beaten and worn well used and love all at the same time it still worked as well as the day she made it thinking back in the memories it made a smile reach her lips

­­­­­  Ériu  My dear child what are you staring at? The elderly women questioned with a knowing gleam in her eyes

‘Your bag Amo’maie, it is beautiful ‘stated the little girl

‘Would you like to learn how to make one?’

"would you please teach me?" jumping with excitement

what happens when insomnia strikes the brain?

what happens when insomnia strikes the brain? I think and ponder and wonder and plan and make and clean all in my mind i list out what I need to do and also see where my mind will take me, this last time my mind went to humans and how we as a people are always seeking a group or a social setting for other to except and support us and I also find it humorous that we claim to be so advanced yet we are all basically looking for our own tribe that we fit into and belong with.. just my thought's.

Versprechen

here is the beginning of the book I am writing. so please be kind and tell me what you think.

I do not know when it started, this feeling of a waking dream… memories that are not my own of a past and a life that I feel is mine but is watched as someone else lives in me. It makes me feel mad absolutely insane in this catatonic yet awake and moving state.

I can remember when I first noticed I was young it felt like a panic attack yet different because within my panic I pushed or withdrew into myself and watched as I reacted to everything that was said or done though it was all very uncharacteristic of my anger violence hate and rage spiked from me in manners I knew nothing of….

Blinking awake as sunshine burned threw my eyes to a Room I knew was not mine it was formal with a high four post bed and it was red and black, clothes that were Old from the look of them something of the middle ages Arthurian times or a little later. sitting up I gazed around the room hoping to get my Barings praying the this was just one of my friends horrible jokes on my and put me in one of their rooms this was not any of my friends rooms buzzing in my ears and a faint mumble then I relies that there is someone talking to me and I am not hearing what they are saying “what did you say? Could you please repeat that for me?” the man about 35 with long black hair stood and stared with cold ice blue eyes his build was familiar yet I couldn’t place where I knew him from he was dressed in a simple black tunic and pants no, no he was wearing breaches he opened his mouth to speak they were read like rubes I know I was staring but I could help it “ My Lady Til’leanah Aiden I came to see if you were well you had another fainting spell that is the third one this week.” His voice was a beautiful deep tenor almost baritone spoken like liquid silk “I am Confused as to where I am I can’t remember anything and I feel very out of place like I should be some were else.” I spoke slow and awfully broken like I hadn’t used my voice in years and by the shock on his face I can tell that either I did something wrong or he wasn’t expecting me to acknowledge him at all “did I do something wrong” I questioned him he again looked shocked “N-n-n-o My Lady” he was stuttering something wasn’t right....

third night

Map time bed time have turned into horrifing battles of me trying to get my daughter to bed.
It starts as normal crying then histarical she cried to the point of barfing twice and gasping for air then when that didn't.(but still keep doing) Work she thew things. Then the scary things happend she started hitting herself clawing at her skin pulling her hair trying to pull her toes and fingers off she would scream cry kick even more if i tried to comfort her in any way screaming and kicking it when on for 45 minutes fill i opened the door swaddled her and rocked her to sleep. Her behaviour has progressivly gotten works sense she got more time with her father i an getting really wirried but feel helpless to do anything.

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