Post by Christy Fire Weaver on Jul 5, 2007 10:52:59 GMT -5
A dark and stormy day, a day where people stayed inside away from the heavy Rain, where it was warm and dry, but one person. Everyone seen her head off grounds, but everyone just though that she was going home, but she never made it that far. She had only made it to the graveyard, before the rain came down harder then ever, and the girl didn't care.
No one could tell who the girl was, that was walking, because she had a black robe on, and she was hiding her most important feature, in her, her wings. She had them cramped under her robe. She wanted to be alone, but that wouldn't happen because there was always someone to bug you when Pain headed their way.
Her sisters nor her brothers knew her pain. She was the Strongest, because she was the oldest. She couldn't help but think of what the lady at the story said to her. "The Pheonix shows great Strenght. Was it true that Christy had great Strength. She didn't know. Her pain was a differenit type of pain, because she really didn't love Raven, but someone else, that she has yet to met, but who, was the question she needed answered.
Christy knew that her and Raven were bethrothed but why did her parents pick him for her to marry. She hated the idea, but everything was out of her power, or was it just a thought it was all out of her hands. She was soon to be Queen, but could she change rules that have been around for thousands of years. She walked over to a headstone, that had a faerie on it. She knew it was the girls that put her wing in her sister's core of her wand. She pulled out her own wand, of Crystal, and looked at it then to the stone.
The Rain pourd harder, as a single tear esaped onto the headstone. She held her wand close to her, and looked at the stone, and then said to herself "I can change anything i see that needs changed" her wand light up for a moment, then went back to being clear.
No one could tell who the girl was, that was walking, because she had a black robe on, and she was hiding her most important feature, in her, her wings. She had them cramped under her robe. She wanted to be alone, but that wouldn't happen because there was always someone to bug you when Pain headed their way.
Her sisters nor her brothers knew her pain. She was the Strongest, because she was the oldest. She couldn't help but think of what the lady at the story said to her. "The Pheonix shows great Strenght. Was it true that Christy had great Strength. She didn't know. Her pain was a differenit type of pain, because she really didn't love Raven, but someone else, that she has yet to met, but who, was the question she needed answered.
Christy knew that her and Raven were bethrothed but why did her parents pick him for her to marry. She hated the idea, but everything was out of her power, or was it just a thought it was all out of her hands. She was soon to be Queen, but could she change rules that have been around for thousands of years. She walked over to a headstone, that had a faerie on it. She knew it was the girls that put her wing in her sister's core of her wand. She pulled out her own wand, of Crystal, and looked at it then to the stone.
The Rain pourd harder, as a single tear esaped onto the headstone. She held her wand close to her, and looked at the stone, and then said to herself "I can change anything i see that needs changed" her wand light up for a moment, then went back to being clear.