Author: Avlbane PM
MOVIE VERESE Celena finds an injured albino and cares for him.But there is danger writen in his red eyes.Could he be who she thinks he is, Who are these men he hates so,and why does he, And what is this strange feeling she has for him,could it be...love?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Cerene S. & Dilandau A. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 5,293 - Reviews: 51 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 01-27-07 - Published: 06-06-03 - id: 1374989
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I HAVE RETURNED! I've revamped the story(corrected spelling, grammar, etc.) and have new chapter up too! Now, you may ask how that is, when It says I still only have five chappies in this fic. Well I combined chapters two and three since one was really short. Okay, well then on we go!
words from a letter Bold emphasized words Though
Character/ point of view change
Celena sighed, pushing a contrary curl of hair back into place, and continued reading he brother's letter.
"I'm sorry we didn't get to spend much time together. Two weeks was barely enough time to catch up with every thing I've missed! Millerna and I will be home in two months time. The remaining soldiers are trying to rebuild the clan. Things are really a mess. This will most likely be my last letter for awhile. We're on a new ship almost every day, so I doubt your letters could find me. When I return we'll celebrate your birthday ten times over, that's a promise!
Yes today she was sixteen. No fun if you haven't got a family to celebrate with. she thought. Well she did plan to go to town. Their estate lay at least 15 miles away. All of her friends lived in town. Of course her friends had both their parents and all their siblings close by. She on the other hand was an orphan and had a brother, and soon to be sister in law, in the Abaherachi!
She placed the letter on the table and continued getting ready. She wore her favorite dress, black and red velvet. She bushed her curly, boy cut, blond hair readying herself for the day ahead.
The wind whipped through his snowy hair and on to his ivory flesh. For years he'd been caged like an animal, though not physically, his soul wasn't free. He was never truly a broken animal; not even Folken could fully tame him. This became evident in battle. He was so vicious he had well earned his reputation of insanity. Only his followers truly knew it was his wolves' heart that crazed him so.
But that was over now they were free again. He urged his horse to go faster, leaving the others to follow the thick trail the dragon lord left in his wake. Better than fire and brimstone was the mutual feeling of all four. The remaining dragonslayers continued their joyous journey, unaware that in the shadows they were watching: waiting for the perfect time to strike.
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