Can someone please tell me what I'm doing?!

Well here it is, most of what I have written in White Rose. I apologize for the length but it didn't make sense to do any less, and it probably would have been utterly confusing, sooo deal. :P If you haven't read the beginning go to la blog (wanderdreams.blogspot.com), as it's posted there! And you should know that my plot is kind of going wildly off track and I don't really know how it's all working so this is ALL liable to change. It's a very strange thing, writing fantasy when you've no clue where all this stuff is coming from. Haha. But anyways, as you will see, Mirany is in a bit of a funk and I have to get her out of that before she gets annoying. Emmy can't always be the one doing the bouncing, mute or no!! 

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Another small problem is the LENGTH of these entries, which are like no diary or journal entries anyone has ever written, I'm sure. I mean, really, who writes an average of at least eight pages by hand every night?! It's just not realistic! *sigh* So I'm going to have to fix that eventually. But oh well hehe. 

Without further ado, I give you... Mirany! 

Night after the full moon:

My brothers left us today. I’m not sure why, but I think the fariie’s must have called them at last, as I knew they would eventually. It was a sad day for Emmy and I, but I know I should continue telling events in order since I’ve already started, so I’ll have to go back.
It’s strange, that night that was just two nights ago feels like weeks in the past. Time goes slow and fast at the same time, and sometimes I feel as if it’s leaving me behind, and I’m just left spinning. It’s not going to over power me though, the strange truths of time. For I am Mirany, princess, sorceress, girl with powers she doesn’t understand who, oh yes, just happens to be mute. I feel ridiculous and helpless, although I’ve been doing plenty in the last two days. I can’t allow myself to get lazy and feel sorry for myself. But I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last here, driven insane by my handicaps. Perhaps I should go somewhere to be alone for a little while, come to terms with it all. You’ve no idea how much I think, now that I can’t talk. It’s constant, and sometime the voices and memories become too much and I just want to scream. I’m frightened to make any sound at all though, even though the fariie did not say anything concerning laughing and screaming and non verbal sounds like that. I’m too scared to find out what would happen if I try it. I haven’t laughed since it all happened. I feel a little empty.
And yes, here I go, feeling sorry for myself again. I’m extraordinarily talented in it, if you hadn’t noticed. I think what I need to do is make, or get, one of Mattews flutes so I can work on playing it again. I miss our lessons and the sound of music would make me happier, I know. Perhaps one of these days Emmy and I will go back up the mountain to collect some things and so I can show her the garden. But it might be too painful, I can hardly even think about it now. I’m afraid if I step into those stony walls the ghosts of my brothers will haunt me and make me unable to do anything...
Arg, stop it Mirany. Stop it, stop it, stop it.
That first night, as Emmy slept, I cleaned Mattew’s feathers a little more, before placing him by the fire and sitting there next to him. I could barely keep awake, and eventually I did give in to my weariness and fell asleep. I woke during the night, panicked that he could have died since I’d been asleep, but when I put my hand gently on the Raven I could feel he was still warm and breathing, faintly. Despite all that had happened I still hoped he would live, and do now. I don’t know why he betrayed us but perhaps he had a reason, or perhaps he really was just trying to save his own skin, as he seemed to be, and there’s no wisdom in loving him. I don’t know. I don’t care. I hope he lives.
The next morning when we’d freshened ourselves up a bit, Emmy went down to the village to tell her parents what had happened, the edited version of course. She asked them not to share the news yet, that the King is dead and I will be ruling in his place, with Emmy at my side, for we need a few days to straiten things out before we have peasants knocking on our door. We spent the rest of the day quietly, cleaning up the mess in the hall and my father’s study, talking of how to arrange things and looking for any sort of papers or things that could give us an idea of what kind of state the kingdom is in. I’m sure my father has let the country go rampant, apart from his own evil intentions.
This morning, after another long night with both of us waking up periodically to check on Mattew, we awoke when the birds, who had been perching quietly nearby for over a day, suddenly all rose into the air at once. The noise of their wings woke us, and we sat up as they formed into a group and set off, out of the library and down the hall. They were heading towards the front doors, and after a glance between us we got up and ran after them. It took us a minute to catch up, but they had stopped by the front doors and were swooping around impatiently, as if they wanted to be let out. I slowed to a stop first, realizing that they must have to leave, and from the sad look on Emmy’s face I knew she had figured it out, too. “Do you know what kind of work the fariies will make them do?” she asked softly. One of the ravens came up and grabbed ahold of my hair impatiently, but I absently brushed it away and shook my head. “I hope it’s nothing terrible.”
I pulled out the pen and wad of paper I’d started carrying about with me and wrote - ‘the fariie’s have always been kind to me. Don’t worry. Should we let them out?’ She frowned and I bit my lip, not wanting to let them go. “I supposed we’ll have to,” she said, as one of the birds landed on her shoulder. She looked over at it and her voice broke a little. “Stesha, which ever one is you... I’ll wait for you.” I squeezed her shoulders, blinking back tears, then went to the great front doors and opened them slowly. “I wish I was one of them,” Emmy said softly, from behind me. “I wish I could fly away from all of this, too.” The birds swooped out, into the bright morning sky, and without a glance back towards us, flew away, into the sun. Fly fast, I thought, but please, please don’t forget us.
After they had gone, we drifted, kind of mindlessly, back to the library and sat around for a couple of minutes, not sure what to do next. Emmy knelt beside Mattew and moved him gently to look at his wound. I came over and tapped her on the shoulder, giving her a questioning look. “I think it’s healing,” she said, “but it’s hard to tell... he hasn’t stirred yet.” I nodded, then wandered over to the book case which was in even worse repair then it had been last time I’d been here. It looked like some of the books were even falling apart from mildew and decay, but I forced myself to fix that later, (it really wasn’t easy), and instead looked for any sort of papers or something that would give us a clue about the affairs of the kingdom. I found a couple of scrolls that looked promising, and pulled them out to get a closer look. Emmy came up as I sat down and stood behind me, reading over my shoulder. A couple of them were simple legends, nothing of much consequence. One, I had pulled out because I’d noticed it said something about the kingdom and rights as a king and whatnot. It was boring drivel and I skimmed over it quickly, until my eyes snagged on a familiar word. Fariies.
‘Concerning the fariies of Kazire. One should not mix themselves up in the affairs of the golden ones, for in the past there have been dire consequences, even for the nobles of the land. There are many tales regarding them especially involving love affairs between mortals and the golden. All have ended tragically. Take warning young prince’s and princesses of the land!’
“I didn’t know fariies and mortals could wed!” Emmy said, sounding surprised. I shrugged, and went to turn the page, a little disappointed there was nothing more on them. Emmy wandered over to Mattew, who still hadn’t moved. “Do you think we can stay in contact with them somehow?” I gave her a confused look and she laughed. “Not the fariies silly, your brothers.” Who are you calling silly? I thought, glaring, but she just laughed again. I pulled out my pad with a little sigh of frustration and wrote quickly. ‘I don’t know, they didn’t seem to even understand us and we haven’t a clue where they are...’ She nodded, frowning. “But maybe there is a way... I don’t know, we don’t know enough about fariies!” She looked around, a sudden light coming to her eye. “I wonder how much information your father had on them.” She got up and went to the shelf, running her hands along it, and I got up after a moment, not sure how I felt about this. “I don’t know what to look for,” she said after a moment, sounding frustrated. My eyes skimmed over the shelves until I’d found what I was looking for, a certain book that had made me curious for a long time now, ever since I’d noticed it sticking slightly off my fathers shelves. I reached up gently and pulled it out, and a few loose leaves fluttered to the ground. “What’s that?” Emmy asked curiously, her voice hushed, as if she could sense something magical in it. I looked at the loose pages I had picked up and sucked in my breath as I saw my fathers face staring back at me, cold and red eyed as he had always been. It was a drawing, but the strange thing was his face wasn’t in his normal body, but a larger, frightening looking thing, and he had claws and animal teeth and fur on his arms. I immediately thought of all the dead animals I’d seen in his study, and shuddered. Had he been planning on turning himself into something even less human?
“What is he?” Emmy whispered, clearly thinking the same thing I was. I tore my eyes away from the picture and looked at the other page, which appeared to be a crude map, covered with small black and red dots. It showed the castle and surrounding kingdoms, and Krene was circled for some reason and a name was written in my fathers spidery handwriting. Mira. “Who is she?” Emmy said suspiciously. I bit my lip, thinking. I know Zara never mentioned such a name and if she is an ally of his surely she would have known about him. Perhaps the name doesn’t mean anything, but it seems very strange. If it is a woman at all, and she was either an ally or an enemy of his, why don’t any of us know about her? It bothers me. I didn’t know, obviously, so I shrugged and walked over to the big chair by the door. I don’t know why but for some reason I feel more comfortable around doors, as if I’m going to need to escape at any moment. It’s strange.
I sat down and Emmy hovered over my shoulder, watching silently as I opened the book. A puff of dust flew into the air and I fought back a cough, still wary of making sound, of course. When the air had cleared I saw the title at last, scrawled across the page in an unfamiliar form of writing that looked ancient. I could barely make out the words. The Book of Kat.
“Kat,” Emmy whispered from behind me, sounding frightened, and I turned to look at her. “You don’t know what it is?” she sounded surprised. I shook my head, and she came around the chair and slowly sank down beside me, but didn’t speak at once, rubbing her ear. “My sister...Elise,” she said slowly, “she’s special. She kind of knows things sometimes; she was born able to read, and that's the only thing she likes to do, pretty much. She told me once she feels like there’s a hole inside her, so she tries to fill it with information. And she finds out a lot. She doesn’t know who else to tell when she discovers something that’s horrifying or completely out of the ordinary, so she tells me. I wanted to tell her what was really going on, yesterday, but you said no one...” she trailed off, looking a little sad.
I trust your judgement enough to let you tell anyone you want, I thought, but the pen and paper were too far away, so I simply waited for her to go on. “Kat is a form of sorcery,” she said quietly, “for humans who have no magic, like your father. My sister told me in this book she read, it said the person who first used Kat almost destroyed the world. Two million years ago, normal “weak” humans were wiped out and all those remaining forced to turn into horrible creatures, half animal, half man. Like that,” she nodded at the drawing, staring back at us from the low table. A shiver went down my back, and I grabbed a paper quickly and wrote, blotting the ink all over the page but not caring. ‘How was it stopped?’
“The Fariies,” she smiled, “they had not existed before, and no one knows where they came from. Elise could never find much about them, at least that she told me. All I know is, according to legend, when the world was about to be overturned, the fariies came down from the mountains and put everything back into it’s proper place, killing the man who started it all, of course. I did not know anyone still used the sorcery, after what happened. Perhaps this was the first time. Perhaps the book had been hidden away, until now.” I looked down at the strange book, and felt almost frightened at what could be inside. Emmy stood again, her long hair falling down like a curtain as she bent towards me. “Look, Mirany, before I go insane! ” Slowly, I turned the page, and read the single sentence written there with growing dread.
You will never kill me.
I bit my lip and turned the next page.
I am the one who started all this. And I will finish it. But it will take time. Perhaps I shall be over-run, if things do not go as they should. That’s why I’m writing this down, so the others who follow me can take over when my time has come. They will have to know how to become what I am. It will not be easy, but if they have my passion, my dedication, my evil, as some would call it, the magic will come to pass. They will have it running through their veins, just as I do. And then they will truly understand what I am.
The rest of the book seemed to be filled with strange spells and incantations, drawings that you wouldn’t want to show your toddler for fear of nightmares - that kind of stuff. Emmy and I flipped through it, not pausing to read too much, since we had been planning on doing some more cleaning and we still needed to find those papers of my fathers about the kingdom. Obviously I’m going to read the whole thing though, I don’t know what kinds of horrifying stuff I could find but some of it could be important.
“Do you think the person who wrote this is the same one who almost destroyed the world?” Emmy asked, as we were looking through it. I had thought the same thing myself, although the voice didn’t sound so much like someone defeated as someone simply waiting.
‘Surely it can’t be that old,’ I wrote, ‘I think it must have been written quite a while after, but perhaps by someone who had been working with him. Or I don’t know... they said they were the one who started it, but they shouldn’t have been alive to write it then, unless-’
“Unless the fariies didn’t kill him, after all,” Emmy whispered. There was a silence as my thoughts raced, but Emmy seems to have an uncanny ability to be thinking the same thing as me, and she has the advantage of actually being able to voice her fears. “Do you think he could still be alive, then?” I bit my lip, and then started writing again, trying not to smear the ink too much. ‘It’s been 2 million years you said? I don’t think anyone, sorcery or no, could live that long. Unless...’
“Unless they were like your father,” she nodded, sounding grim, “immortal.”
‘Exactly,’ I wrote. ‘But how do we know if this kat person is still alive, waiting to take over again?’
She met my eyes seriously and shrugged. “We don’t.”
My hand is killing me, again, so I’ll finish up quickly. We had to move on from the book to do other things, take care of Mattew and look for the documents and whatnot. However I intend to go through the whole book, starting just as soon as I finish writing this. I don’t know what we’ll find in there, and I’m afraid even looking at those horrible spells will pollute my mind or something, but it must be done. And maybe I’m already as polluted as I get to be without being out right evil, what with my powers and some of the stuff I’ve done. Sometimes I miss it, that feeling of power, of being able to control things. I wonder if that’s wrong. I wonder a lot of things.
But I must go so I can read The Book of Kat! Emmy is waiting for me, not wanting to go at it by herself, and I really don’t blame her. If I haven’t said it yet though, Mattew does seem to be improving, thankfully, (I’ve come to except whatever weirdness I felt about it before, so yes, thankfully). And no sign of any papers yet. I’m beginning to feel a little anxious, but hopefully I’ll have more answers tomorrow.

Till then,
Mirany

Two Nights After the Full Moon:

I’m exhausted, but I want to try to keep writing every night so I won’t get behind on anything, and a lot has happened today. First off, we found some papers. Not all of them I don’t think, but some, that have to do with what land we own, the taxes and what the villagers are supposed to be paying, (I don’t think they have been, but I don’t really feel right asking it from them now...) There are a bunch of things my father was supposed to be doing as King, like keeping our alliances with the other kingdoms strong, in case of war, but I don’t see how we could possibly travel around and get in their good graces again, or even send an ambassador. Perhaps we will simply write out a very official letter telling of his ‘death,’ so that they know there are new rulers here now. But I fear telling them we’re two young girls, for if any of them mean us harm now would be the time to take it out on us. We have no defenses, no army, no weaponry, nothing at all. I don’t even think there’s any money, although I keep hoping to find some hidden away vault or treasury. If we did have any I would hire some villagers to work for us straightaway, but with no way to pay them that’s out of the question, even though we do need the help. Emmy has told me her family would be perfectly willing to come help put things to rights, as we don’t really have a clue how to go about it, but I don’t feel right about that. We’ll see.
I wish Kadin was here. He would know how everything should be, I’m sure of it. He’s the one who’s supposed to be King, and a great King he would have been. Ah well, I musn’t think of things that could have been. You know the strangest thing though? Sometimes I find myself wishing for Zara. She had such a confidence about her it was almost comforting. But surely she never wants to see or think of us again. She did what she set out to do, now she must be living happily wherever she is. I kind of hope so, at least, which is strange in itself.
Emmy and I have been reading the book, last night and this morning, learning what kat is all about. It’s disgusting and utterly evil, and involves killing a lot of people and animals, and doing even worse things then drinking your own daughers blood. And I know, that seems hard to beat. But a lot of what we read seems overshadowed now, because of what happened. We were skimming through the book again, it all being frightening spells we didn’t feel like looking at, when we came upon a section that seemed to be devoted to important peoples histories. I didn’t understand why it was just smack dab in the middle of a book of spells, until I actually started reading them. They all seem to be about important people who dabled in kat magic, or had their own strange magic in their blood, and even a few fariies. I was skimming, not really paying attention, and went to turn a page when Emmy put a hand on my arm. “Wait. What does it say there about someone ‘knowing the story language’?” I froze, as if I had heard that phrase before, although I know I haven’t, and seeing my face she pointed down to the spot in the book. Sure enough, there it was.
Cortezamen is the only known human ever to have this remarkable skill, the speaking of story language, or storytelling as some people do call it. He was a very powerful man and only the greatest of his enemies succeeded in killing him, not without dying themselves. I say he was human but that’s not what I mean. He was in fact half fariie, half sorcerer, a very strange mix to be sure, but one that resulted in his awesome powers. There are many tales of the havoc he wreaked, and I think he could have changed the world as it is if he had only realized how powerful he really was. Perhaps it was a good thing he did not though, for he would have been able to control even I.
The tale of his death is a tragic one, but it should be told and not forgotten, for who knows if a man with such powers will ever be born into this world again. And so I will pen it down, having been there myself, and seen these strange and wonderous things.
Long after the days of my reign when the fariies still kept close watch over the land, I had planted myself into a lower royal family as a long lost relative. Among this family was a strange man named Cortezamen. I knew of him, knew that his mother had dissapeared years earlier only to return to her family one day, toddler in tow, and much changed. She never told who the father was, but there were rumors, whispers of scandal with a high one, a fariie. Such a thing had never been heard of before, but it was the popular belief that Cortezamen was the son of a fariie, and for once my foolish relatives were right. He grew up to be a tall, extrodinarily thin man, human in features but he was said sometimes, in dark rooms or at night, to have an earie glow to him. I know that these were not, infact, rumors, but the truth, for on one occasion I saw the golden glow myself, almost as strong as a fariies would be but not quite. He did not seem to be aware it was there, or if he was he ignored it purposefully. He was a strange, quiet man, not prone to friendship or trust, and few knew of his great powers. But those who did, were afraid.
His mother tried to keep him close to her even as he grew older and older, but finally he escaped and went to a distant land, where we heard stories of strange happenings, many of them revolving around him. I was foolish then, and did not believe half of them. Then he returned one night, completely out of the blue, and told us he intended to take over the kingdom. We were sceptical, of course, as we were of royal blood but far down the line to inherit, and he himself wasn’t even in the line himself, being of questionable heritage. When he announced his plan my cousin closest to royalty lept up in anger.
“You’re a fool if you think we’ll just step aside and let you take the throne! It is not rightfully yours and it will never be! What, are you just planning to kill the current King? What kind of loyalty is that? But we know you’ve never been truly loyal to us, fariie born.”
Cortezamen’s eyes narrowed and I found myself a little taken aback by the sudden hatred in his face. He locked eyes with my cousin and said in a barely audible voice “Once there was a prince and his family who followed their illigitement leader without question or thought, and provided him with everything he asked for so that he could take control of the kingdom as was his right.” I felt a strange tugging on my mind and closed my eyes, shaking my head to clear it, and when I opened them I knew that we must support him, whatever the cost. I also knew what he had done, and I was intruiged and a little taken aback by it, but my mind was already leaping ahead with uses his power could be put to.
My cousin looked confused. “What was I saying? Er, of course we’ll support you, Cortezamen.”
“What did you do?” one of the older men of the family asked, knowing something wasn’t right but looking just as lost as everyone else.
“Only told you what you needed to know,” Cortezamen replied, with a small smile.
And so he began to take action, using his power more and more freely, dispatching with the King and his advisors and everyone around him without a moments hesitation. He could make anything as he wanted it, but he chose to use a gradual, round about route, so the people would not suspect. He claimed he was doing it all to get in a position of power and then improve the world, but I never discovered what his true motive was. I suspected something deeper, of course, but I chose to watch, and wait, and see if he could be recruited to my kat followers that had already formed. What power we would have held if I had been able to do so! But alas, it was not to be.
After he had been crowned king, I pulled him aside and tried to ask him what his true plans were. He was suspicious and would not open up to me, but I knew I had to be very careful. “Think of all that you could control,” I whispered in his ear, “think of the power.” He stepped away and regarded me coldy.
“You mistake me, Kataruz. I do not wish to use the power for evil.”
“What exactly do you call dethrowning the king, then? What was the purpose of all this?”
“That is for me to know,” he said, and I sighed in frusteration.
“I have followers,” I tried again, “there is a deep magic within all of us-”
He cut me off, taking a step forward and grabbing my arm. “I know who you really are,” he whispered.
I was taken aback but determined not to show it. “Then you know not to meddle with me.”
“I have more power then you. You feed off others, mine comes from within.”
“Not for long,” I hissed.
“You will not dare cross me,” he whispered, his eyes absolutely assured, and I hesitated, then took a step back.
“You’re right. But I will be watching. When you’re ready to join up, all you must do is say the word.”
“You will wait in vain,” he spat, and then stalked away. I watched him go with a strange joy in my throat, sure that the time had finally come for me to reveal myself again, and this time, the fariies would not stop me.
But I was wrong.
It was not many days after that when Cortezamens life came to an end. He had been ruling the kingdom quietly, not using his magic for anything, and I and my followers were puzzled about him. We all knew he had his enemies, and the assination was not a surprise. Who performed the murderous deed, however, was. I was hanging around the castle that day, prepared to be leaving soon but staying, on a futile hope that Cortezamen would come around, and I was lounging in front of the fire thinking when I heard shouting from down the hall. I was immediatly on my gaurd and used a little of the magic still in me to get to the kings study quickly, where the sounds seemed to be coming from. I threw open the door to see Cortezamen scribbling furiously, and a strange being that looked at least part fariie held up in the air as if he’d been frozen there.
“What-” I started, but just then another fariie apeared and another, and another. We were outnumbered, but I thought with his and my powers combined we would be fine. He glanced over his shoulder as I tried to keep them off him and finished whatever he wrote, then blew on the paper gently and I saw with astonishment the words float up off the paper and go quickly around me and out the door. Then he turned to face the invaders and opened his mouth to speak, but they pinned my arms as one of them threw something with perfect timing and it landed in his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise and he went to spit out whatever it was, but it had dissolved on his tounge, and in a moment he had slumped, lifeless, to the floor. The fariies had killed their own offspring. They disapeared from the air leaving me to deal with his body, but I left it there in the study and fled, knowing I would be accused of the crime, and I did not return to that kingdom for quite some time.

When Emmy and I got to the end of the entry we both sat there, rather stunned. “So there was another like you!” she finally burst out, “and he could do great things! What do you think it means?” I shrugged, feeling strangely put out, like I had enjoyed being one of a kind or something, but Emmy didn’t pay any attention to me. She walked around my chair and grabbed my paper, plopping it in my lap. “It said he sent a message by blowing on the paper. Do you think you could do the same?” I was still feeling cross and doubted it fiercly, but Emmy bounced beside me so I sighed and started to write. You’re a silly girl Emmy Sands, just because an old bodger could do a fancy trick with words doesn’t mean I’ll be able to. She laughed as she read over my solder, but nudged me as I hesitated and after a moment I bent my head and blew quickly on the paper, feeling extremely stupid as I did so. Nothing happened, and I bit my lip with a little pang of dissapointment. Perhaps I simply wasn’t as powerful as the man called Cortezamen, if he was real in the first place.
“Oh,” Emmy was trying not to hide her disapointment but I could hear it in her voice. “Well perhaps it’s a skill you’ll gain with time...” Wait a minute, I thought, grabbing for the paper again but not having the heart to write down what I wanted, what if there’s more to it, what if I have to do something else... I picked up the paper thoughtfully and looked at it a moment, before blowing gently, thinking while I did go to Mattew. And then the most astonishing thing happened. I saw the words begin to shimmer, and then one by one pull themselves off the paper, till they hung suspended in the air before me. Then they all turned together and flowed through the air to Mattew, where he lay by the fireplace, still a Raven of course. They hovered in the air above him and Emmy and I simply stood there and stared. If anyone had happened to see us they would have wondered if we were trying to catch flys, I’m so sure our mouths were hanging open.
“How did you do that?” Emmy finally spoke, turning to me with wonderment. I shrugged, just as astonished as she, and then walked over to the message that still hung shimmering in the air. I reached out a hand tentatively and touched it, wondering what would happen, and it dissolved into thin air, leaving not a trace behind. “That’s incredible!” Emmy said, running over with a laugh. “At least we won’t have to worry now about getting messages to other kingdoms.” I smiled, but really I felt a little scared. There’s so much I don’t know about myself, about this strange power in me. I didn’t ask for this and I don’t know how to control it! I don’t know what I could do accidentally! Sometimes I think the whole being mute thing is for the better, since I am so unsure of my powers. At least I can not hurt anyone with my storytelling right now. But what happens when the two years are over? Will people try to use me because of my powers, as Katuruz did with Cortezamen? Will I become corrupted? And how attached to the magic am I already?
Who am I, without it?
It frightens me.
But I can’t let Emmy see this. She already has so much on her shoulders, and she’s trying so hard to keep my spirits up, not even worrying about herself. I feel bad for being so moody lately, when she’s a saint. I expect her to fly off the handle one of these days and just scream at me; I almost want her to, which is strange, but I have this sense of guilt all the time and I know it’s showing, and I also know it must be annoying. I need to move on from everything that’s happened, with my father, brothers, Zara... I need to, I need to, I need to.
I just don’t know how.
The castle closes me in sometimes and I have to go out, even when it’s frigid outside, in the dark. I’m out here now, sitting in the wet grass in front of the castle, writing by the light of a small candle, and the moon when it peeps out from behind the clouds. I know Emmy’s going to make me come in soon but I don’t want to yet. I don’t like living here anymore. It doesn’t feel like home.
Oh, my candle just blew out. I’ll have to go in and get another match. But wait... it’s just occured to me I shouldn’t be able to see to write. What’s going on? Is this another part of being a story teller?
Heaven help us. I just looked down at my hand and saw something that makes absolutely no sense. 

I... I’m glowing.
Emmy’s coming. I had better run from the dark, before she see’s.

In Utter Confusion,
Mirany

Copyright © Anna Ingraham 2008 

And there you have it! I was wondering if anyone would hate me for putting Pocketful of Sunshine on the WR player?  Because I'm kinda addicted to it and it really matches someone's mood right now. ;) 

So. May I? Pretty please? :P

Also, for a challenge this month I kind of just decided I would do it, since Katie and Kelia already have and I would ask Jessie or L-ness but I know they're both super busy and stuff. So! Challenge for January 2008! Write a short story 2k or less, (and post it, course.) *Ducks from the flying tomatoes.* I know you're all gonna hate me but it's really just a way for me to get ME to do it. So you know. *Giggles evily*

That is all! Fair thee well, sweet sisters!

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Edit: Okay never mind. Still doesn't beat Katie's in length by FAR. Dang. ;)