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A Word to the WiseTwilight falls
fireflies light the way
the nightingale calls
for Midsummer's Eve is today
The fair folk assemble, beware
for the veil between worlds is thin and
their perfume fills the air
friendly they seem, but take not their outstretched hands
They that do
find themselves fairy snatched
that is the price of naivety, and in truth
failing to recognize the catch
Rose's StoryDusty attic trinket box
our musty socks
Secrets they did bravely hold
Until the day
we could be told
On the top of yellowed letters
lay solid proof
of True Love's fetters
Passion's petals crimson deep
their subtle scent
still lingered sweet
And what deep romantic woes
did thou witness
'o' wilted rose?
Red Snow Character Profiles: BreenName: Breen
Height: 5 "8"
Morphology: (Species) Omkee
(Head Shape) Human
(Body Shape) Human
(Skin) Light Grey with darker gray freckles
(Eyes) Moss Green
(Hair) Dark Gray
Red Snow: Chapter FourBreen felt very awkward. He didn't know what to say. The Kaplana turned to face him.
"If I free this sorry.." she paused for a moment, obviously searching for a word that covered the true extent of her feelings toward the both of them, she didn't find it "..boy, you will owe me a blood debt."
"Why just me?" Breen asked.
"Thou rang the bell, did thy not?" She queried. Breen felt his insides shrivel.
"Aye, I will do it then." Breen said defeated," I, Breen, son of Ko'l, do bind with blood an' words an' witness myself to ... "
"Revanșă, daughter of Nenorocire," Revanșă supplied.
"...until I have proved myself," Breen finished. Then in a rite as old as time, she took Breen's forearm and using her claw drew a line just below his wrist then gave him her arm to do the same with his knife, and clasping forearms sealing the oath with blood and binding him to her until the terms were met. Breen knew that if he died before he'd found out and completed what he had to do he woul
Red Snow: Chapter ThreeStanding before him was a small girl. Tears coated her face. A Kaplana, one of the Nokkela or animal people, Breen was confused, the Kaplana were supposed to be extinct. He shook his head to clear it, where was Aren?
"Answer me...answer me," the girl half sobbed,"or..." she stepped to the side to show Breen that Aren was bound, wounded, and weaponless, "I will gut him." As she spoke, her face hardened.
" I..I...I" Breen stuttered, knowing that a wrong answer would mean certian death for Aren and possible death for himself. " I did nae know..."
"Why then did thy sound the bell?" The Kaplana extended her claws.
" It was a dare," Aren rasped, "we did nae realize that the stories were true."
"Stories..." she wispered then her voice rose to a shout. "Stories! Is that what we are now?! Stories?!"
Red Snow: Chapter TwoSomething dark pooled around the staircase, and the metallic sent of blood filled Breen's nose.
"Aren? Aren, are you okay?"
Something moved in the shadows on the other side of the tower.
"Aren, this is nae funny."
" Thou art right it is nae amusing."
The voice was cold, clear, and definately didn't belong to Aren. There was a thump as if someone had fallen over. Breen drew his knife and prayed to the gods that Aren was alright. A dark shape moved twoards him from the shadows.
"I've been waiting awhile for my revenge. Thou art the scum that sounded the call?"
"Thirteen chimes at midnight, calling the raiders to reek havoc on mine village."
The figure stepped out of the shadows.
Red Snow: Chapter One"Oy, Breen bet thou art too scared to walk to the old tower in the ruins and pull the bell thirteen times at midnight like the legend says happened."
"What do you bet, Aren?"
"I bet my knife, against yours , doest thou accept?"
And so Breen had taken the stupidist dare ever. That night accompanied by his best friend Aren, he made his way to the bell tower. Snow begain to fall, and Breen felt as if he were watched. The eyes of all those slain seemed to peer at him from the dark. They tread carefully as if worried they'd wake the dead. Creeping up the tower stairs Breen heard something, it sounded like the pigions in the bell tower back home, but bigger. He gathered his courage and pulled the rope. Once, twice, until he had sounded it thriteen times.
"Hah, now you owe me your knife, Aren. ....Aren?"
Red snow: PrologueSnow fell thickly that fateful night. The church bell tolled the midnight hour and then once more signaling the beginning... of the end...
The white snow had been painted red that day, oh so many years ago, now. Entire villages lost, burned, but according to lore, in the ruins at the edge of the forest of night, the bell tower still stands, and in that tower is the sole survivor of that massacre.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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