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Chapter 6 - Out of the Ice Tray, Into the Fire“You had better not be a blood mage!” Aed said looking at the confused man.
“Me? A blood mage? Ew. Do you think I could handle the steams of blood gushing out of my… Ew! No!” the mage said with complete disgust on his face. Of course, after his little explanation everyone in the group had a similar expression.
“Great… Just what we needed in the morning.” Ewan sighed. “Who are you?”
“I’m Knoll of the Mages’ Collective!” he said with a bow. Ewan looked at Gem, who nodded.
The mage was short, almost elf-height. He seemed to be around the age of thirty. He had brown hair, brown eyes and carried a rather odd looking staff. One side had a blade on it, while the other showed the moon, possibly made out of silver. While he was short and didn’t seem very dangerous, but there was something intimidating about him. His Tevinter bloodline made him look more powerful than any of the three mages in the party.
Chapter 5 - A new companion"Do you think it was a good idea to leave her there alone?" Ewan asked his two companions.
"We don't need her to slow us down." Came the answer from Aed.
"She needs to grow up. If she can't get help on her own, she'll never become independent." Evarist nodded.
The two brothers looked at each other, raised their eyebrows, sighed and nodded. They had to agree, Sylverin was still too dependent on them and others. While it was her idea to leave, she would not have done it if nobody wanted to go with her.
"All right, where to then?" Aed looked around as they left the Alienage and Ewan pointed towards the Chantry.
"Let's look at the Chanter's Board. We might find something of interest there and we could certainly do with the coin." The other two nodded.
"Isn't that what the brat is doing right now?" Aed asked reading the second entry on the board.
"It is! And they are offering quite a lot of gold for it. Then, we don't need to do anything!" Ewan said as he began to walk away, but Evarist cau
You draw, I writeYou colour, I describe;
You draw, I write.
We are artists
In separate arts.
But that difference brings us close,
When I write flower, you create a rose.
From letters, words, sentences and rhymes;
You make lines, poses, landscapes and still lifes.
And though our ways are so different,
Our interests are the same.
When I say Dragon,
You add Age.
We both love Disney,
The Princess Bride,
Kitties and fluffy animals.
We are children deep inside.
And though you colour, I describe;
And while you draw, I simply write.
We are artists in separate arts.
Yet a great friendship bonds our hearts.
Hush, hush baby loveHush, hush baby love,
No more bad nights come.
A warm embrace, a sweet kiss
Holding you kindly
Sweet little child,
No need to cry.
I'll give you my love,
Take your bad dreams away.
No thunder will come,
No shadow can harm you.
The darkness runs from
This candle light.
Hush, hush baby love,
No more bad nights come.
Chapter 4 - The AlienageSylverin moved slowly behind Ewan. "That looks troubling."
"Just stay calm." Evarist said as he stood beside them.
The Templars walked up to them.
"We are looking for three apostate mages, matching the description of them." One of them said to Evarist pointing at his three companions while the other two decided it would be a good idea to keep an eye on them.
"This girl is from the Alienage. We asked her help for some local information. My two mage companions and myself are on official business, investigating the happenings in the orphanage." Evarist explained the situation. It was true that while Ewan and Aed had their staff with them, Sylverin could easily pass for a simple elf. Surrounded by mages, nobody would be able to feel her magical powers. The mage trio had to keep a straight face, but they were all shocked at how simple it was for the Templar to lie.
The lead Templar seemed to think about this for a second. He wasn't sure if what he was told was the exact truth, b
Chapter 3 - Secrets and LiesEwan was the one to make the choice again. Who knows when he became the mental leader of the group?
"Well, as Jowan owes us, we could just simply go to him and ask for him for supplies, while we are at it. The Chanter's board can wait Or, Ser Templar can go to the Chanter's board, while we talk to Jowan. Less worries then."
"Nice try. As if I'd let you walk into a maleficar's house without a Templar." Evarist answered shaking his head. The three mages rolled their eyes. They had asked Jowan and he said he wasn't a blood mage. Of course, they also thought that their friend wasn't smart enough to learn the forbidden art. That's why they helped him.
"All right. Any idea where he is?" Ewan asked, but they all looked absolutely clueless.
"Let's think this out logically: He is an apostate mage, hiding in the capital with his wife. He probably doesn't have a lot of money and he can't show his talents to anyone. He can't do proper physical work, but knowing him, that would be his choice
Chapter 2 - On the RoadAfter a couple of minutes of a staring contest between Sylverin, Aed and Ser Barandt, Ewan finally asked the question.
"How should we decide where to go then?"
"We could toss a coin..." Aed answered
Sylverin looked at him as if he were an idiot. "A three-sided coin?"
"Or a none-existent one..." Ewan added. "We have no money..."
"What? I thought you had some?" Sylverin asked shocked.
"Yes, it's in the river..."
"Well, that is great. We are off to a good start then. What now?"
"Ser Barandt, you don't happen to have any money on you, do you?" Ewan asked carefully.
"Not nearly enough for four people." he answered.
"Okay... Well... What if we sold our mage robes and got something more comfortable. We could get good money for them and we wouldn't get too much attention in normal clothes." Aed offered.
"We'd still have our staffs with us." Ewan shook his head.
"You would. I'm completely fine without a staff. It's much easier to control mana without it." Sylverin said simply. "My st
Chapter 1 - Escape"Quiet!" one of them hissed.
"You are the loud one!" came the angry answer.
"It's too dark! I bumped into something!"
"Maybe it was the skeleton..."
"What?! No! I told you I don't want to be here!"
"Shut up both of you! Wait with arguing until we are far away from the templars." Ewan whispered. "We are almost at the sewers."
"I hope you are right about these sewers..." Aed whispered to the little mage leading them. The girl just sighed.
"Anders said it leads right next to the river at Gherlen's Pass. He managed to escape this way, I'm sure we'll manage too." she answered quietly. Of course she wasn't sure about this. Anders' tales were sometimes too colourful to believe. But it was worth a try.
"Great. So now we're gonna get all smelly and disgusting and then we'll get completely wet too."
"No. It leads next to the river. Not into it. We can wash ourselves properly once we are out." she was losing her patience.
"Let's hope Anders wasn't lying about it."
Missing youMissing seeing those sunsets together,
Watching the colourful sky.
Holding your hand, it's been almost forever,
But you are still mine.
Missing seeing your smile in person,
Only the pictures remain.
My heart-ache for you slowly worsen,
It is hard to bear the pain.
Missing your beautiful blue eyes,
Your lovely smile.
Hugging you under the light of the sunrise,
It has been a while.
My heart is missing you,
I am still loving you dearly.
Laughing again, just us two,
I am longing for you.
My SunlightYou are my sun,
My only light,
As you fade,
The moon is there,
A memory of you,
Of the darkness,
Before your dawn.
You are the breeze,
That kisses my face,
Those tender lips,
That rushing embrace.
You are the grass,
Beneath my feet,
You hide my tears,
You support my weight.
You are the last,
One for me,
There was many before,
But they were never the same.
With you its right,
With you its love,
And if tonight,
I come above.
I'll see your glory,
From the moon,
From the memory,
Of this afternoon.
Puppet String SymphonyHere come the snares,
wrenching at my heart;
like my tongue can’t find the words to say.
I've been resurrecting your skeletons,
just to place broken flesh over it and watch it all decay…
…scratching at freshly picked scars and rose petals,
while digging up old habits and hatchets;
just so I can whistle a tune so tragic.
Here comes the wind,
stomping at my lungs;
like my emotions are gasping to be released.
I've been coughing up your cover-ups,
just to place my index finger over it and watch it all cease…
…living in this darkness, sulfur-tipped match tossed in the breeze,
while thinking it’s just not worth the candle;
just so I can hum a song you can’t handle.
Here come the keys,
playing at my mind;
like all eighty-eight demons and angels serving one star.
I've been worshipping my self-inflicted headache,
two times twelve and that’s how many bars…
…I've got to show you the color I feel.
When the puppet string symphony beg
I PromiseIt is a painful thought
To know he kissed you,
To know he stole your innocence.
He felt the warmth and comfort of your love,
But manipulated it to lust
And turned that perfect smile I now see,
Into a lifeless vessel
That gave into his
Carefully painted words
He had you
Before I ever knew you,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
I'm sorry I could not save you.
But look up at me now, love,
Look up at me with those astonishing, crystal eyes
And know that I will love you
Until this heart of mine has given out.
I am your present
And your future;
I will love you for more than your body,
I will love your wild personality,
I will love your motherly instincts,
I will love your acceptance,
I will love your understanding,
I will love your "frustrations",
I will love your timidness,
I will love your stubbornness,
I will love your laughter,
I will love your tears,
I will love your scars,
I will love your flaws,
But most of all;
I will love you.
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
my eyes sometimes forget youwhen you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you;
the daily grind goes on; the bus-wheels roll their hides over the asphalt roads;
the snow melts into pools and clings to boots, licking the rubber heels of girls
who sway their hips to music that i only faintly hear; the women smile in coffee shops
and leave stray hairs on the wicker chairs; people pass by windows and their zippers
catch the light; my fingers turn the pages of new books.
somehow your voice finds me in the midst of all of this,
and very softly brings the words
that never really leave me:
this is my love.
when you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you-
but my heart does not.
Unrequited LoveJust think of me.
Text me good morning and good night.
Text me at lunch just to let me know you're alright.
Wish me a good nap around five or six.
And if you're every bored just give me a call.
I'll make you a fangirl no matter what.
Even if you never admit it I'll let you off.
Meet up with me every now and then.
Never end a conversation with just goodnight or goodbye.
Ask questions and explore life with me.
Support me but don't try to fix me.
Even though I'll try to fix you.
But first I need this dream to come true...
The GlowThe Glow
Dictated by Puabi
What brings a glow of fire
To a single woman's eyes?
What curves her red lips
Into a joyful smile?
The promise, the delivery,
The receipt of love.
When she was waiting
Such a long while,
And it comes to her heart
In her surprise.
Imagine, when it comes
To a woman like me,
The brightness of the glow
In her eyes.
For Your Eyes Only...For your eyes only, I bare my soul.
For your eyes only, I bare my heart.
For your eyes only, I bare my body.
For your eyes only, I bare my mind.
For your eyes only.
For your ears only, I share my dreams.
For your ears only, I share my fears.
For your ears only, I share my sorrow.
For your ears only, I share my joy.
For your ears only.
For your heart only, I give my love.
For your heart only, I give my strength.
For your heart only, I give my passion.
For your heart only, I give my life.
For your heart only.
All of these and more...
are for you--only for you.
Love is loveI love you
There are so many ways to say it.
To mean it.
To believe it.
Yet, so many through it around as if it has no importance.
wo ai ni
To love someone is to put that person first.
To cherish them despite their faults.
To accept their mistakes and help them grow.
To love someone is to be there at their worst
To hold their hand and encourage
To show that things will get better
Ich liebe dich
To love someone is to see their true beauty
To see the love that they hold for others
To accept that others may have it as well
To love some is to help in learning
To teach each other new things
To learn about the world
ya lyublyu tebya
To love someone is to see the hope they pocess
To bring out the ligtht in their lives
To make the stars seem to shine brighter
phom rak khun
To love someone is to see them as they desire
To be able to not care what others think
To know that simply
Love is love
Kiss of DeathBlue butterflies leading the way
Through the dark forest.
Whispers following me
In the blackness.
I want to find him,
Embrace him one last time.
Even though it's been years
He has remained in my heart.
White moonlight shows his path,
Blue butterflies joined with red ones.
Our colours: life and death combined;
I can find him this time.
My last trip, my final choice:
It's all for a kiss.
His last words, his lovely voice
Still rings in my ears.
Soft laughter, I hear behind me.
I recognise it!
As soon as I turn around,
His beautiful face I see.
Little I know of this illusion
I don't want reality.
I embrace his cold body
And a kiss of death we share.
Now we are together
As red and blue butterflies.
Flying through the dark forest
Just us in the silence.
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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