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Hymn of the Lost Children
Hush little one, My sweet little child,
Cry you not this long night
To river we go, where you hath played
Many a bright summer's day
Fear not, my child, the end is swift and silent,
So hush now my little one
Miss you I shall, even 'fore sight of you is gone,
For we shall not meet again
Sweet little one, I wish I could keep you,
But that is not to be so
In times when evil deeds prevail,
You are too pure to stay
So you must go where they cannot find you,
Please find peace where you lay
Hush little one, My sweet little child,
Cry you not this long night
Chapter Seven: Ravished (Or a hot, steamy, gratuitous sex orgy with all of the main characters)
"WHAT!?" There was a moment of collectively stunned silence before all hell broke loose. There was a general mad dash towards the room where they had left, hindered somewhat as basic clothing items were discarded and characters found themselves looking at their comrades in ways they never had even imagined before. Especially embarrassing was poor Feiskar's situation as he was suddenly transformed from a squirrel into a handsome man with very few clothes on and a distinct attraction to Saeti. Cin and Parry were also upset as they found themselves getting closer and closer together with less and less on. Absin and Dirwe found their hands brushing against one another's in the most inappropriate manner, and Cratty and Tsidu had fallen out of step with the company entirely, having been the weakest and therefore most influenced by the new narr
Chapter Six: The Incredible Edible Cheese (Or giving a whole new meaning to the word constipation.)
In the smoke filled room four players gazed at each other warily over the tops of their cards, judging the other's hands by their facial expressions. Narrowed eyes swung back and forth, glaring at each of the other players in turn. Sudden one play succumbed to the pressure and threw down his hand, a second did likewise, much to the amusement of the other two players.
"I am out." The blue squirrel mage (who's fur had actually faded to a near normal grey) groused. "This game is too rich for my blood." He muttered as the remaining two players anteed up the betting yet again.
"Whahee sah." Absin echoed, though no one could really understand him.
"I guess that means that it is up to me," Cin said grimly, turning all of his attention back to the one sitting in front of him.
"What are you going to do, boy?" The man asked, grinning over his
Chapter 5 -and a half-
Chapter Five and a Half: The Isle of the Knitters (Or no experience required, please apply within.)
The rolling seas seemed endless to Parry as she hung over the bow of the ship and retched out her guts. Retrospectively she wondered if taking the position of captain without any previous sea experience was such a wise thing. Really, though, it was far too late now to question her decision. They were close to a week out of port, and though they were traveling along the coastline (or at least the first mate assured her that the black line she saw so far off in the distance was indeed the coast) she really did not know how far they had gone, or even how much farther it was until they hit open water and set off on the real adventure; the search for the famed knitting needles was about to begin.
While Parry was busy at the side of the ship, Saeti, who had taken to the ocean much more easily than her friend, bounded up and down the deck, enjoying a game with s
Chapter Five: Transportation (or what happens when the author lets her self become too involved in her own novel)
Every one stared at the squirrel, unsure of exactly what had just taken place, or even if they should really believe their eyes that their magic eight ball, their only source of information, had just vanished into thin air.
"What did you do?!" Cin exclaimed, picking up the small creature by its grayish blue tail.
"I did not do anything, honest!" Feiskar tried to explain, waving his arms for emphasis. "I just asked it a question and it disappeared! Please," there were tears in his eyes now, though whether they were real or just there to save his skin was open for debate, "You have to believe me, I did not do anything!" He looked around at the group, only to find them looking at him skeptically. "Really, would an old squirrel lie to you?" He tried to make himself look as innocent as possible, though
Chapter Four: The Prophecy (or one hundred and one things to do with a magic eight ball)
After a rather leisurely breakfast and a quick jaunt around town for supplies the group was off. Though they were riding, they were making, in Cin's opinion at least, horrible time. Apparently Saeti, now in her wolf form, agreed; she kept racing ahead and disappearing for around fifteen minute intervals. Because she could not longer speak, however, they were all spared endless and mind numbingly boring reports from her every time they saw her again.
A single glance was enough to tell why they were moving so slowly. On the second horse in their little caravan, Parry was knitting. Now, mind you, this was not your ordinary old lady gathering dust knitting. The girl was going at a pace that would set any granny back in her rocker, and she was knitting with a pair of needles in each hand, literally doubling her speed!
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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