My AngelTo this day I will swear to you that he is an angel. Now granted, most angels don't have wavy red hair or honey brown eyes that you could just melt in, but he did. He was a quiet man, one who you might not notice if you weren't paying attention. It is said that he is one of the best healers the world has ever seen. I'm quite willing to believe that, considering what I have seen him do during the relatively short time I have had the privilege of watching him. Some people claim that he uses magic to heal his patients, but as of yet I haven't seen him use anything more than a bandage or a bundle of herbs to treat me. He often bows his head, but it is a common practice for healers to pray to Ovven for guidance. No, during the entire time he treated me, I never once saw him use anything that was definitively 'magical', and that is saying something. Theron is quite possibly the only man other than my fell
I am SafeI am aloneUpon the throne.Door locked.Peace.Steps outside the doorSoft and stealthyCreek, creek, creek.They go up the stairs.Overhead a crysuprise, frightPounding feetDown the stairsThe nob jiggles,Pounding, pounding, pounding,A terrible scream.I am safe, nothing can touch me.Blood runs under the door.
The StormStreams flow through the skyIn graceful shapes they go byRain falls on my face