 profile notes guests older host Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city lights Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close; I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen; had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination My heart going boom boom boom - peter gabriel >>the players: Enid:not your ordinary princess. Axel: fairy/changling Duncan:new acquaintence Xander:not a forgotten lover. Brother: to Enid. >friends readers book 1 book 2 89 There are times I feel I dream a dream. I'm sleeping in my dream. I'm awaken by Xander and he tells me it was all a spell and I'm better now. I've recovered. And nothing has changed. I'm home. There is Mother. And Father as well. Just as royal in their bobbles as I knew. Then. No ravaged streets. No soot covered faces racing for refuge. Its like we have been untouched. I wonder if it is so. Brother smiles when I mention such things to him. "You need to sleep more," he grins. "Perhaps the damage isn't as terminal as the reports indicated. It looks like the dragons are gone. Maybe they too need sleep." Something to ponder. Only I hope all is well at home. Although, there are so many to feed. Those hungry faces. I was one of them not so long ago. Brother says it won't be so long now. "Perhaps by Feast day we should at least be near there. But who cares, it will be Feast day once we get there." He tries to stay bright and mild. As of yet no stories of how he became a creature of the dark. Nor how he's managed to cope with such a life. Or should I say unlife. He tells me not to be so dreadful. I too shall become accostum to it and treat him as his old self. Ha! He doesn't know me. He doesn't know what I'm capable of. But then I'm not sure I'm capable of anything anymore.
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