Month: May 2011

Why,why and why? Why haven’t father or Hades contacted me? Why didn’t the angel counselors look this up? Why didn’t God tell me this?! Why! Those three questions are the only thing on my mind! Hades better answer these questions! I walked over to the angel counselor’s office. The secretary was sitting in her chair. She had black,silky
hair with rectangular glasses. She looked kind of old,but not that old. She had slightly tanned skin with her small,dainty yellow wings. Her red dress shimmered every second. “Hello? I’m here to go out of heaven” I said.
She looked up and smiled. “Where are you heading?” she asked. “The Underworld” I responded. “Ah,the Underworld your a brave angel,another angel said she was going to the Underworld too I’ll send you where I sent her” she said. “Thank you very much” I said gratefully. She grabbed a carved staff and pointed it at me. “Washington,DC!” she shouted. In a flash of blinding light,I teleported! I arrived at the monument in Washington,DC. My wings were invisible to hide my idenity of being an angel. The monument was a tall,white building with a point on top. “Sabrina you finally arrived!” Nadia greeted running toward me. “So,do you know where’s the Underworld?” I asked changing the subject. “Well yes,it’s in California beach I think” Nadia said.
We talked all day in front of the monument,until we got interrupted by a strange sound. We looked around
wondering where the noise came from. We heard shrieks and a person ran by screaming. We looked up into the
sky,a giant hell hound just what we needed. We looked at each other and had a silent conversation.
We got to help
You kidding me? That thing is like 30 ft tall!
We’re angels we can teleport!
Fine,but your killing it.
We sprouted our wings,did a small leap and
charged right toward the hell hound. Flying of course.

Chapter One:

I blinked. My eyes were stinging. Maybe I’d forgotten to blink. I’d arrived home an hour earlier, my legs tired from standing still for so long.

I sighed heavily.

Altima looked up from her knitting. Her eyes were large.

“What is wrong?” she asked putting down her knitting, “Are you alright, dear?”

“I’m fine, mother,” I looked at my skirt and fiddled with a tassel, “I just….want to….know more about the king!”

I had no idea where that came from. In truth, I didn’t really know what was troubling me. It felt like a great weight on my shoulders. Now that I thought about it, I didn’t know much about our king.

“Well,” Altima twitched, “As you know, I used to work for the late queen. She was a very kind mistress.” My mother’s eyes were glazed and she was looking off into the distance, “She had long, glossy black hair, almond eyes, and rich, honey colored skin. At least that was the general description of, her highness. But, there was much more to her than a pretty face. She was sly, mysterious, and kind. She….was….special to the king. He has many wives as you know, but Queen Kiterna was his favorite. She died during child birth.”

Altima looked lost in her past, “The king went a little mad after her death. He….banished me, because I was her maid. I partly blame myself because I hadn’t stopped her….I let them…!” Altima gasped and held her face in worn hands. I looked at her. Her shoulders were sagging and I could hear her sobbing.

I gently laid my hand on her shoulder, “Mom? Mom? What is wrong?”

“I….I should have stopped her! I should have reminded her!”

I shook my head, “Mom, what are you talking about?”

“They, they got to her. She’s dead because of me. And you live here!”

“Mom! She is not dead because of you! You were her maid. What would you have done? Touched her? Forced her not to go?”

Altima shook her head. She looked like she was about to say something, but then, there was a knocking on the door. The sharp sound of knuckle against wood was so unexpected, it made me jump.

Altima got up, wiped her eyes on her apron, and hurried to open the door.

I looked around. What had Altima meant? Why did she think it her fault?

Suddenly, I heard a gasp from the doorway and Altima said, “Your Highness!”

In the Underworld, “Kill me but don’t brainwash your own daughter!” the angel pleaded. “Not a chance” a voice  said. “Now prepare to die a long,painful death!” In Heaven,I was in the Garden of  Life playing my harp. How rude of me,My name is Sabrina Blade. I’m an angel,I got Emo styled midnight black hair. My halo is pure white,I have black angel wings,not so angelic! My red eyes can be loving but they can also be as red and bloody as well blood.
I wore a long silky gown,that was sewn with golden thread. A trumpet was heard,I stopped playing my harp and
teleported to wear the trumpet was played. I arrived at this huge crowd of angels has gathered to see whats is going on? Nadia came over in a rush,”Sabrina you know what’s going on?” she asked. Nadia is my sister she’s an angel of nature. She had bright,curly lime green hair that sparkled every time she moved. She had a blinding green halo with midnight angel wings (like mine!) Her eyes were a sea green colour. Her gown was a shimmery green colour that matched her hair. “No,that’s what everybody is wondering” I responded. An angel with red
hair,red eyes,red angel wings and an amazing white gown came up with a scroll. She cleared her voice. “An Angel is missing!” she announced. Everybody gasped in astonishment. The angel continued,”Witnesses say he’s
trapped in the Underworld! Whoever is the daughter or son of Hades put your hands up!” No hands were raised.
“Later this afternoon,we’ll look into everybody’s files to see if your telling the truth!” she said. She walked away.
Clearly this is an astonishment to everyone,people want to help but angels are terrified of the Underworld. Even the toughest angels shiver of the thought of the Underworld. The crowd began to disappear,talking about the
Underworld. “Who do you think is a daughter or son of Hades?” Nadia asked. I shrugged my shoulders,”I honestly
don’t know.” “Well,I feel sorry for the people who have to go because their son or daughter of Hades” she said.
“Yeah,they must be terrified to meet Hades” I agreed. In the afternoon…. the trumpet was blown again. All the
angels gathered. The same angel cleared her voice,”Okay,the ones who will be going to the Underworld to save
the angel will be Nadia and Sabrina!” she announced. My mouth dropped,everyone gasped in confusion. “You’ll
be assigned to your mission tomorrow morning” the angel said sounding not a bit confused. “I guess we have to
go to the Underworld” Nadia said. I nodded still speechless. We have to go to the Underworld to save an angel.

DAY 6: Thursday, May 10th, 3012
A Trans Reality Portal. That’s what it was. I don’t remember touching the orb, though… Maybe I “touched” it when I felt his chest to see if his heart was still beating. But why did Tyler come if she didn’t touch it as well… Oh
never mind!!! Anyway, we had ended up in the Bridging Reality.
“Whoa…” Tyler said.
I guess she was in awe due to the arched ceiling, gracefully curving over the staircases, one curved to the right, and the other the left, leading up to a magnificent platform with a clock someone installed once, long ago. The numbers on the never ending clock were the only thing with color. The furniture surrounding us was a wide variety of tables, chairs, couches, beds, and much more. Tyler began walking toward the other wall.
“Wait!!!” I said. “Tyler, the moment we get to the opposite wall, begin looking for more glowing orbs.”
“But, why?” She asked. “I mean, didn’t the last one make you scream?”
“Yes, I mean… No, um… yeah.” I said. “I did. But the orbs there are good ones. Over, there, it might be pretty freaky, so that’s why.”
“Ok,” She said, and ran over to touch the other wall.
Around in circles again, I guess. Whew… makes you dizzy… well, I think I’ll just let Starr explain what we saw after we finished spinning…

DAY 5: Wednesday, May 9th, 3012
I felt pretty awful when Tyler told me her “power” was nothing compared to mine. I told her it would definitely come in handy someday, but I don’t think she really believed me. I was lost inside the depths of my mind, and I ended up soaring up through the clouds, seeing the bright blue sky up above. Then I remembered. Today was the 9th. Tyler’s dad would be here any minute. I had to get down there. I did a nosedive until I was only a couple yards from the ground.
“TYLERRRRRRR” I called. “Is your dad here???”
“Oh. Yeah. Thanks for remembering!!!” She said.
“Oh… um, sorry…” I said,.
“This isn’t time to apologize!!!”
“Um…”I said, staring at the massive figure towering over her. He had huge clawed hands, and a slightly furry appearance. I decided to call him Wolfy. I did a quick back flip, socking him in the nose.
“Hey!!! Over here!!!”
I turned around, and saw Tyler doing jumping jacks, teasing him. He turned, saw her and lifted his claws. I jumped, spun in mid-air, and kicked him in the back of his neck. After watching him tumble head over heels to the ground, I couldn’t help but scream.
All I remember was feeling like I was making my last stand. Then, I heard Starr scream, and She like, NEVER does that. I whirled around, faster than I thought possible, and saw an orb,
purplish in color, rising out of his chest, where his heart should be. It’s glow was bright, and seemed to be even brighter around Starr. Then, it began encasing her, and me too. A few seconds later, the world around us began to spin.

DAY 4: Tuesday, May 8th, 3012
I know my heart stopped. I know my eyes widened. I know I gasped. And I know time slowed down. I didn’t want anyone to know. But now, I knew I’d have to tell her. I turned towards her.
“Tyler.” I said slowly. “There’s something I have to… um… show you.”
I turned around, cut two slits in the back of my shirt with my hunting knife, and shook out my wings. Yeah, I said it. WINGS. They were white with light gray primary feathers. They were just over 14 feet, and they elegantly curved out of my shoulder blade.
“I didn’t want you to know.” I said sadly. “I-I was ashamed of them…”
“Can you… you know… fly?” Tyler asked.
“What? Oh… yeah…” I said. “Watch!”
I ran for a couple of seconds, then launched myself into the air, staying aloft with a few flaps of my wings. I turned back, flew up higher and higher, then did a steep nosedive. At the last second, I pulled up, and did a graceful twirl for a finishing touch. When I landed, Tyler was staring at me openmouthed, eyes wide and bulging.
FLYING?!?! OH MY GOSH!!! CONTROLLING WATER IS NOTHING COMPARED TO THAT!!!! I was dumbstruck. No small wonder I hadn’t fainted yet!!! Starr tells me controlling water will definitely come in handy someday, but I was just like, WHAT-EV-ER. Flying!!! Flying!!! UGGHH.

Chapter One:

Later that afternoon, Altima, dragged me out of the house. Around the village, more girls, from the age of 10 and 18 were spilling out of their houses. Most wore their best dresses and make up. Some had even put on small flower crowns on their heads.

“Alya!” Oliver walked towards me. His thick hair had obliviously been combed, but he’d managed to ruffle it without rousing suspicion.

“Oliver, you’re….neat,” I smiled because it was true. Oliver wore a clean tunic that looked new. He had on a new belt, too. I had never seen him walk in anything that didn’t have a little dirt on it.

Oliver grinned, “Yup. Mum made me. Looks like yours did too.”

I shrugged, “Come on, I have to get to the square.”

With Oliver following me, I headed towards the market square. The market square was a large area, at least 40 paces wide, wide enough to hold the entire village and more. The ground wasn’t made of hard dirt, though. No, the entire place was covered with small multi-colored tiles.

I walked right into Sheila. She was standing at a stall, buying Taney a juice pop. Taney was still too young to dress up for the king, so she got to enjoy the fun of the market today.

“Alya, you look too pretty today!” Taney cried, running towards me, her cold, iced beverage slowly dripping.

“Thank you, Tan,” I said stooping down next to her. Her golden hair was held back in a wreath of flowers.

“Come, Taney, we should let Alya get ready,” Sheila said. She took Taney’s hand gently and led her away.

I sighed and looked around. Girls were gathering around the square. Each one was different, unique, but all were arranged in finery.

I looked around, the girls from 15-16 were arranging themselves in a line. I rushed over and stood between two girls. They smiled at me and we said our hies. Then, finally, there is a sound. A loud trumpet blared. I grew stiff. A clatter of hooves sounded against the tiles of the market square.

A horse, the black of midnight, came thundering in the midst of at least 20 soldiers. Atop its back rode a man. He was dressed in royal robes and had a golden sword at his waist. He had a large mop of chestnut brown hair atop his head. His eyes, his hazel eyes, had a wild look to them, but I felt as though that wildness was shrouding something.

He looked down his nose at us, his eyes scanning the crowd of young girls. His gaze didn’t hold one girl for more than a second. He looked at the 9-10 year olds. The 10-12, the 12-13, and the 13-14 and finally got to the 15-16. My group. His eyes went over girl after girl. I breathed low and deep. He was gazing at the girl next to me and then, his eyes were fixed on me. His eyes flashed. Bright and unlike any others’ I’d ever seen.

He looked away, then spurred his horse, causing it to canter forward.

I shivered. His eyes were frightening, almost like they were….recognizing me.

To be Continued….

Re and Pete go into a store what comes out?

Say toast 10 times

Now say it 20 times

Then say it 30 times.

What do you put in the Toaster?

answer the question in posts

So you’re writing a story and you want people to know what your characters look like. Here’s a possible example of what someone might write, first person.

“I have green eyes and black hair. I wear jeans, I like T-shirts, and I love high heels.”

Pretty blunt.

1: Try spicing it up a little, and being more specific.

“I have jade green eyes, and black-as-night hair. I rock the biker chick look with my ripped jeans, denim vests, and shiny red heels.”

Here, you can give the reader a little bit more information about the character, and at the same time, open up the tough girl personality. “I rock the biker chick look” kind of gives you the impression she’s confident, eh?

2: If you must describe, also try to add personality in a little bit. (But remember, personality can sometimes be best explained through the course of the story!)

“”I can take on the world by storm, and I can make full grown men cry with one glare through my black-as-night eyes. I’ve been mistaken once or twice for a biker’s kid, but who’s to blame them? If I saw myself walking down the street with my denim vest, ripped jeans, and platform heels, I’d think I was part of a gang, too! Although, to be honest, I’d actually wonder how she could run in those things…”

So there you have it. From a two sentence description to a paragraph telling both appearance and a bit of personality. And since I, frankly, have no idea how to end this….

What are you still here for? I told you I have no idea to end this. Shoo.

CHAPTER 1:
A CHALLENGE!! I LIKE IT….

“There’s no way she’s fitting in…” she will never be one of us…”……these were a few of the many comments heard when Samantha Nickerson first came to Briklane’s angel school. But now, one can hear only appreciations about Sam. The same students once detested her, now wants to be friends with her.
Samantha is rich and one can see kindness and friendliness in the tall girls brown eyes. She is adventurous and crazy…real crazy!!! Maybe craziness personified. Only Alice and Ella, Sam’s best friends can escape from Sam’s craziness.

It was a typical school day until ell came running to find Sam and Liz. The blonde scrutinized the whole school and at last found her prize.
‘Sam, Liz waits up!!’
Both Sam and Liz turned to look at ell who was still gasping.
‘Huh…What’s all the rush? Ell’ asked Liz with her sweet buttery voice. She was trying hard to look at her honey-blonde hair in the glass window.

‘You wouldn’t believe, what I just saw in the notice board’
‘Oh well! Try us!!’, said Sam sarcastically.
‘Well, Samantha Nickerson, you’ve just been elected as the school president!’ said ell and just added,’ unanimously!!!…oooohhh’
‘What?!?’
‘Hiya…Ms. President’ nudged Liz

The three girls scurried to the notice board and checked it again and again till they were finally convinced that it was true.
They avoided the stares and finally entered the school cafeteria, where they were about to meet their ‘life-changer’.
It was Ell who spotted the ‘life-changer’
She called out, ‘oh! Look who’s here L-O-S-E-R’, pointing to Lana Reynolds, a black haired athlete.
‘Its better to be a loser than a stupid who thinks greatness and responsibility is thrust upon her because of her sugary character ‘responded Lana very quickly .To Sam it was like striking bullet that made her heart ache.
‘Take it back Lana, YOU JUST DID’NT SAY THAT!’ shrieked Sam going for Lana’s hair.
‘No my Royal Pain…I won’t’ argued Lana….before she could complete her tirade Sam had already pulled her hair and punched her nose. Transfixed for a minute Lana next started to scream…well that’s all she could do after such a shock! Ell and Liz started to pull Sam off Lana before she could launch another attack on the completely hysterical girl.
‘It’s your money that makes you better than me’ words lurched from Lana’s mouth smeared with venom.
‘NO! It’s her good nature that makes her better than you’, replied Ell making clear the side she supports.
‘Actually, you’re just or maybe …nothing compared to Sam’ squeaked Alice taking her defensive stance. Lana ignored all of this, she finally said ‘Prove me that I am wrong ,Sam …..Can you?’ she questioned eyebrows raised and her lips curling to form a wicked smile.
‘Oh! A challenge …..Then here it is, I am abandoning my property ,going somewhere where no one knows me and I’m gonna prove I am great even without money,OK!’ said Sam.
She hurried outside but not before stamping Lana’s foot with all her might….Yes it is really childish but this is really Sam we are talking about who will invent ways to take out her anger and frustration however childish they may be. Ell and Liz hurried behind their best friend to stop her madness though in vain. Sure they knew her, now she is definitely gonna legalize her madness.

Hope is strong, but love is stronger.
Are you sure you can hold out much longer?

Feelings come, and feelings go.
Now come and watch the brand new snow.

Heartfelt joy is a wonderful pleasure.
Just like love is a beautiful treasure.

The roses, when red, they bloom.
I wove their beauty into my loom.

DAY 3: Monday, May 7th, 3012
Tyler told me about the message she found the other day. For some odd reason, I instantly knew what it said. It said “Tyler’s Magic Protects Water Currents” So I brought Tyler to a stream right outside our school. I told her to sit down on top of a pile of rocks. “Tyler,” I said. “Try to make a waterfall.”
“Ok…” Tyler said to me, as she closed her eyes.
Then, the stream began bubbling, snaking it’s way up the rocks, circling Tyler, and dripping back down the rocks again.
“T-Tyler…” I croaked, my voice breaking. “You can control water.”
When Starr told me I could control water, I was like, Way COOL!!!!! And then, in the water, their was a ripple, and rocks came together to write something that looked like a dove, a shower, the parcel in the flame hyroglyph, and a new one that resembled the wave one, only the lines were smoother.

DAY 2: Sunday, May 6th, 3012
Starr again. Today Tyler’s father is coming to visit. He abandon her when she was young. She HATES him. He is a stuck up jerk. (Or so Tyler says.) Tyler asked me to help her beat him to a pulp if he tries to bring her home. I told her when I was young, I took advanced Karate, Taekwondo, and Mixed Martial Arts training courses. Of course, that was only part of the truth, but I wasn’t lying, was I? I had a vision, he’s definitely going to take her home, all right. I just hope the pulp isn’t TOO bloody.
Yo, It’s Tyler. Dad’s coming for a visit May 9th… NOOOOO!!! I hate him!!! He is the worlds most stuck up, rudest, meanest, jerk EVER!!! At least Starr promised to help me beat him to a pulp if he tries to take me home. That’s reassuring. Today I found a message on the wall that looked like it was composed of a strange series of hyroglyphs that looked like a knot, a shower, a parcel inside a bunch of flames, and 3 lines that looked suspiciously like waves turned parallel on their sides. I think I’ll ask Starr if she knows what it means tomorrow.

DAY 1: Saturday , May 5th, 3012
Hi, I’m Starr. As you can probably see, this is already a pretty strange looking book. But that’s not important. What’s important is the story that this book contains. Tyler is my sister… well… SOUL SISTER, to be exact. We’re both 16, and we aren’t even actual sisters. Tyler grew up all alone on a farm in Nebraska. I grew up in a secret agency in Washington, DC. I was sent out to be her “friend”, because it was rumored that she had discovered a Trans Reality Portal. That’s a Magical Portal which you touch with you’re hand. You are then whisked away to the Bridging Reality, then to the Alternant Reality. The Bridging Reality is a room that is completely white. You walk across to the other side of the room, touch the other wall, and you’re on your way again. The Alternant Reality is a separate version of here, only your Altered, the other version of you, made the opposite of most of your decisions. Finding a Trans Reality Portal is very dangerous to our current Reality. I know this all sounds kind of strange, but it’s the truth. Now, I’m going to a boarding school in Maine, along with Tyler. I’m a spy, and I absolutely hate being one. Tyler doesn’t know yet, so don’t tell her.
Hey, my name’s Tyler. I’m a girl, and Starr’s my SOUL SISTER!!!!!!! She rocks, but she can sneak up on me sometimes, and it’s kind of scary. Starr has shoulder length, straight, brown hair, and grey-blue eyes. I have blonde–brown, fluffy-straight, shoulder length, hair, and chocolaty brown eyes. I also have glasses. Starr’s the smart one, and I’m the strong one. Starr tells me I’m almost as smart as her, and I tell her she’s almost as strong as me! She is my best friend.

3 days later, we were headed towards what seemed like a giant wall of rock.
“Sorry about running off earlier.” Twist said.
“No, that’s okay!!!” I told her.
“Really?”
“Yeah! It’s fine.”
“Oh. Okay…” Twist said. “Well, Toast and I… we’ve been
talking…”
“About what?” I asked.
“You.” She replied.
“Oh.”I said.
“Well, Toast told me you must be very powerful.” She
continued. “He said I must try even harder to protect you now that you powers are known.”
“Why?”
“Well, now monsters in search of powers like yours will be on our tail.”
“Oh.”
“See that wall of rock up ahead?” She asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “What is it?”
“It’s Crescent Rock. The rock Rististuf stood on when he cast the Stone of Jairagen into the Drifting River.”“We must be getting close.”
“Yeah.”
Then we stopped.
“Why’d we stop?” I asked.
“Because,” Twist said, brushing aside a bush, covered from top to bottom in bright red berries. “Look.”
In front of us was a glistening rock, and if 5 fully grown cats stood on top of one another, I don’t think they could’ve reached the top.

“So we forgot to explain to you.” Toast said.
“Yeah.”
“Well why didn’t Twist explain?”
“I don’t know! Ask Twist!”
“Ok. I will.”
Then he swiftly brushed through the leafy stems of a small plant.
“Twist!” I heard him say. “Go explain to the kit!”
I was enraged. He called me a kit! I may still be young, but I was more that 5 and a half moons old!!!
“Sorry about him.”
I spun around. Being jolted from your thoughts is never very pleasant.
“Twist!”
“Hey. Toast told me to come explain.”
“Oh ok.”
“It’s kind of a long story”
“Oh, well we’ve got time, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well then go on.”
“Well, it all started about 300 years ago. There was an evil ruler by the name of DrakShardow. He owned the evil empire Darrken. He was ruthless and full of hate. So one day, one of his miners found a beautiful stone and used it to defeat DrakShardow and seize control of Darrken. He renamed it Shirann. Shirann prospered for another 200 years befo—” “Wait,” I interrupted. “How did he defeat DrakShardow with a stone?”
“It… it was a…magical stone…” Twist said.
“Oh… well, um… what’s it called?”
“The Stone of Jairagen”
“Why?”
“Well because about 200 years after Shirann was
renamed, Rististuf, ruler of the Trellist, conquered Shirann and renamed it Jairagen. When he discovered the Stone of Defeation, he called it the newfound stone of Jairagen. After discovering its mystical but dangerous powers, which had killed his own mate, Nataliliana, he threw it into the mystical waters of the Drifting River, where it was never to be seen again. Toast was told by the Speaker herself that one of DrakShardows kits, one of the ones he had with his first mate, Straftiller,
had started a family, Lighkellerr, their kit, had chosen her mate
Loscorlld and had given birth to her litter of three. It was said that Lighkellerr asked Loscorlld to murder two of her kits, so she would have a small family. Less betrayals from her kits that way. Her kit, LostShadow, had her mate, Crularre, murder the rest of her kits, the same way her mother did. This continued on, generation after generation, until we have the current cat, Midnight, trying to find the Stone of Jairagen, to create a new empire by conquering our current world, Shrifire.”
“Wow,” I said. “So we have to find the Stone of, um, Shrifire
before Midnight does?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok!”
“Yeah, its going to take us about 3 more days until we reach our first obstacle.”
“Wait. Two more questions.”
“What?”
“What are Chosens?”
“Oh. We’re Chosens. We are the ones who were chosen to defeat Midnight to save Shrifire.”
“Ok. Well then, what’s a Speaker?”
“The Speaker. Not a Speaker.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“Anyway, the Speaker is a she-cat who can communicate with special cats by talking to them in her mind.”
“Oh, well Mommy always told me that was my conscience.”
“What?” Twist stuttered. “You— You’ve heard the Speaker?!?”
“Yeah.” I said.
“Oh!!!” Twist shrieked and raced off after Toast.

As we wandered farther and farther into the forest,
I was stopping more and more, admiring flowers, trees, shrubs, bushes, berries, and leaves. The list just went on and on.
“Will you hurry up???” Toast asked.
“Come on, Toast,” Twist said. “She’s never been outside
before!”
And with that, he stalked forward, rustling the undergrowth.
“Don’t worry,” Twist said, smiling. “He’ll lighten up. You just wait.”
I wasn’t too sure about that, but I didn’t object. And at that same exact moment, I realized I had just left home with two complete strangers. I wasn’t really scared, but I was plenty curious.
“Twist,” I asked, “Where… where are we going?”
“Um… hmmm…. I think we’re going to a meadow close to the Drifting River.”
“Oh… ok… why?”
“Oh!!! That’s right!!! We haven’t explained anything to you!!!” Twist exclaimed, and raced forward into the brambles after Toast.

“Mommy!!!!” I whined. “I’m hungry!!!!”
“Hold on Lily Ann,” She said sweetly. “I’m coming!!!”
Then she brought me some freshly-killed vole.
“Mommy,” I said. “I’ve never had vole before. Is it as yummy as mouse?”
She then chuckled and said “Of course it is!!! Otherwise, why would I give it to you???”
“Oh… Ok!!!” I shrieked, and took a huge mouthful. “Yummy!!!” I shouted.
“Honey!!! Shhh!!! You’ll wake your siblings!!!” Mommy whispered.
“Mommy!!” Another kit said. “We’re already awake!!!”
“Lily Ann, Sammy Lee, Kari Anna, and Susie Lee, go back to sleep!!!” Momma said, at the exact same moment two strangers brushed through the brambles at the entrance to the den. The kits glimpsed only a few flashes of the strangers faces before they were once again enveloped in the warm feeling of their mothers fur.
“Who are you?” Momma questioned them.
“I’m Toast, and this is Twist.” Said a bright orange tom. “And we’re here to get Lily Ann.”
“What?” Mommy said. “No!”
“Have you ever noticed her eyes? They’re purple!!! Just like ours!”
“So, that can mean anything!” Mommy objected.
“No, it can’t!!! You know she’s not yours. She was a Chosen
from the moment she was born, and you know that!!!” Toast shouted.
“Yes, I know.” Mommy replied sadly.
“Lily Ann,” A sweet looking black and white she cat said. “Come along now. We need your help.”
“Yes,” Toast said. “Twist is right. Will you come along?”
I looked to Mommy. She nodded solemnly. I turned around towards Toast and Twist.
“Yes…” I said slowly. “I’ll come.”
“Thank you.” Twist said. “You have no idea how important this is.”
Then, as Toast and Twist left the den, I said my goodbyes, and followed them into the woods.

The tide rises, It falls again.

Dragging under the innocent, It’s little game is played.

But while people hope, the tide can’t grab them.

But as soon as sadness is allowed to spread over,

The tide grabs the innocent with it’s little white fingers,

And only their memory remains.

So don’t give up hope, or the tide will wash you away.

And the tide rises, the tide falls.