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12-25-2013, 04:44 PM
Right behind my big brother I stode along into the meadows. It was so beautiful here, but nothing like home. I guess each land has its own beauty in its own way... The only place I can not ever imagine being beautiful is the Basin.. After all, how could a pack of murderers live in a beautiful place? Ok ok, maybe not all the ones who live to the north were killers. But the little I knew of them said that most seemed to be. As I had grown, I am looking more and more like a mix of my murdered parents. I have the more solid and strong looking body of my mother, but the long locks and sweet temper of my father... That is unless you mess with my family... I hope one day I will be able to pass my parents looks down to the next generation.
My brother's attention was caught by a strange gathering, and our paths changed. We instead of continuing on home, headed for a tree. This was no ordinary tree. It was, decorated with gold and silver with a beautiful bird at the top. The fire around the bird intreged me. I hung close to my family, feeling vunrable around so many of those from the north. I could only use my calming magic on them, and it may not even work.... I was not a fighter, I was a healer.... As we moved closer to the tree I wondered what this all means?
My brother's attention was caught by a strange gathering, and our paths changed. We instead of continuing on home, headed for a tree. This was no ordinary tree. It was, decorated with gold and silver with a beautiful bird at the top. The fire around the bird intreged me. I hung close to my family, feeling vunrable around so many of those from the north. I could only use my calming magic on them, and it may not even work.... I was not a fighter, I was a healer.... As we moved closer to the tree I wondered what this all means?
