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I know who you are


Oh, If someone can
Open the sky
I know who you are
Unraveling the stars
Oh, taking my hand
Skipping stones
Over the bends
Oh, ripples through the water
Sand-dollars full of stars
I know who you are
Far away from the crowd
And quiet without a sound
Oh, calling my name
Hide and Seek
Playing a child’s game
Oh, how long must you deceive me?
Just desert me
I dare you to leave me
I know who you are!
And I’ll pull apart the sky
To reach the light
On the other side
Oh, the moonlight in my hair
Running free
The adrenaline of the night
Without a care
Oh, just stand
And stare
The one that got away
Don’t play with my heart
The Beginning was no way to start
I know who you are

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I clenched the purple velvet purse in my fist. I slipped into our lean-two that we scrambled together out of the wreckage from an earlier storm. It was cool and a gentle breeze blew through our hideout. Still one with the dark shadows I glanced about the alley, sharp eyes searching for my pursuer. Good, I had ditched him in the crowd.
I clamped two fingers over my nose, trying to stop the rush of blood that was staining my ragged tunic. I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the bristling pain that swept over my face. My nose wasn’t broken though, thank the stars.
The thin, cotton cloth that served as the entrance billowed in a sudden wind that pulled at the tall trees and chilled me to the bone, raising goose-bumps on my skin. I grabbed the cloth to keep it from getting ripped from our shelter and spiraling mercilessly into the air.
The whole shelter creaked and groaned with its sheer force but I dared not leave it’s safe haven or I feared the wind would lift me off my feet. Counting every aching second I curled myself tight into a ball, waiting for the horrible weather to cease it’s torrent.
My fingers were still damp with blood and as the fierce gale died down, leaving me trembling from fear and cold, I dropped the cloth, leaving a burgundy hand-print on it’s tattered surface. I was panting hard, feeling my fever burn worse than before and my bones ache with fear and sickness.
I collapsed on the hard, dry earth, ignoring the plumes of clay dust that soiled my clothes. A cold sweat coated my skin and even the shade now felt warm as the winds cold fury receded.
A cold wind without a storm. Ma Ma had told me it was a bad omen, a sign of dark times to come pass. I shivered even more at the ominous thought, something evil was looming up ahead.
I stared at the velvet satchel in my hand, and I knew who it was coming for.
-End of chapter one-

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Koios walked with leisurely steps, taking his time. He had another half of a candle mark until his delivery to The Medicine Woman was due. The cobblestones were warm with sun and he wished he could slip off his leather sandals to feel the heat against his skin. A caravan of gypsies from the east had came in that morn and the streets were alive with stalls and pagan festivities.

The sun had risen high and hot in the sky and Koios wiped the sweat from his brow, admiring the sun’s fiery strength. He wore his new cotton tunic that his mother had saved up for months to buy him, tan work trousers, and a purple velvet coin purse. His sister, who worked for The Medicine Woman,had bought it overseas on a visit to The Eastern Woman.

A worn leather cord served as a purse string to tie the drawstrings to a loop in his trousers. When it grew cold, he could tie it onto his heavy black cloak. He hoped autumn would wait longer, he despised the chill it brought on its spiny back.

Suddenly, he felt a slight pull on the strings. Koios whipped around, and his elbow slammed into the thief’s nose.

Startled hazel eyes glared up at him and thin, pale fingers scrambled to stop the blood that flowed free down his chin. The thief didn’t move, but he held the velvet purse tight with his unsoiled hand. They stared into each others eyes. A predator and prey.

The thief was younger, with curls of mouse brown hair and scornful hazel eyes that shifted from light brown to yellow to green. He was slightly older with a wind-worn tunic, twine serving as a belt over baggy fraying trousers. He spat blood onto the street and as Koios stood stalk-still, he ran.

Koios raced after him, shouting and knocking people to the side. The thief was nimble and wiry-built and he squirmed between the crowd and disappeared. Koios panted and cursed. His fingers wandered to the loop on his trousers. He gasped, the worn leather cord still remained with the broken drawstrings hanging limp.

Koios sighed, slicking back his sweaty black hair from his face. He thought of his sister and remembering the delivery, continued to run to The Medicine Woman’s house.


-The Fiery One

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not infinity…
nothing lasts forever…
this has to stop…
it can’t last forever…
it will stop…
We were arrogant. We were young. We were stupid when we broke the rules. We could not escape.
And so on a dark night in Midsummer my best friend and I slipped into the shadows… and disappeared.
The Fiery One

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I have been writing an awesome story about magic and the Elements. ‡ I won’t share too much until I think I can publish it. So read it! ^.^ Will post it here soon so wait patiently friends.


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