kestrasfishtank

Ahhhh... Pennsic

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 03:29:26 GMT

Answer these questions in your own LJ.
Share the questions with others to answer and post.

1) What is one of your favorite things to do alone at Pennsic?
Duh... people watch.

2) What is one of your favorite things to do with a group at Pennsic?
Play music.
(That was an easy question)

3) What is one of your best Pennsic Memories?
Lying with a friend on the battlefield at night discussing magic, fate and music.
And theorizing exactly what some of the other people on the battlefield were doing.. lol

4) What is one of your weirdest Pennsic Memories?
mmm.. 4 people and a digeree-doo in a porta castle.
The door was used as a wa-wa peddle.

5) What was your first Pennsic?
When I was 18

6) How many/which Pennsics have you attended?
10. Even if its just for a day or two, like this year, I still try to make it.

7) What keeps you going back to Pennsic?
Feel renewed afterwards.

8) Are you going to Pennsic this year?
For 2 days :)

9) What group/block do you usually camp in?
E23/Rozakii!!!!!

10) What three words would you use to describe Pennsic?
Its own world.

Downtown St Catharines

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 20:20:54 GMT

I had a very interesting time downtown St Catharines last night. More than I expected.
I went out after work and decided to start at the bar where big_bald_kevin works.
After watching some cars get towed I went for a walk to see what else was going on.
I went down St Paul Street and didn't get very far at all. A fight broke out in front of me. Some guys ran out of Karma, pounded some other guy who was walking in front of me into the ground.
His head made a very distinctive sound as it hit the concrete.. hard.
The attackers ran off. I got the impression from what was being yelled that they had attacked the wrong guy.
I called an ambulance and the guys friends turned him over on to his side.
The police were super quick getting there. There were alot of police cars driving up and down the street last night.
I left after I told them what I could.. which wasn't much.
I went back to the bar.
Bored again, I went for another walk to get something to eat.
Now the end of St Paul is blocked off by a firetruck, ambulance and a whole lot of police cars.
Time for a hot dog.
I take big_bald_kevin's bike out for a ride. It's a big bike. I can't stand over it, I'm too short. but I can stand if one leg is on a curb. So I'm standing on a curb in the alley doing up my coat when some guy runs past me and hits me in the head!
I'm amazed and kinda in shock and I don't really think I can get off the bike very well to go and hit him back, so I ask him "why did you hit me?"
He had run past me and punched me in the head with a closed fist.. his fist was closed because he had a bunch of licorice in it...
He had stopped and was staring at me. Probably not the best thing to do after you punch someone.
After I asked him that I thought he was going to cry.. *I* felt bad for *him*
Anyway, so I ended up leaving him there after he gave me the licorice.. -grin-
I'm used to being hit in the head anyway...
What a weird night.

one word

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 08:15:14 GMT

1. Where is your cell phone? hip
2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/lover? nadda
3. Your hair? hate
4. Your mother? frustrating
5. Your father? immature
6. Your favorite item? bike
7. Your dream last night? mountains
8. Your favorite drink? wine
9. Your dream car? standard
10. The room you are in? bright
11. Your ex? unrealistic
12. Your fear? insanity
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? happy
14. Who did you hang out with last night? Laura
15. What you're not? asleep
19. The last thing you did? explore
20. What are you wearing? cargos
21. Your favorite book? Spares
22. The last thing you ate? yogurt
24. Your mood? bored
25. Your friends? asleep
26. What are you thinking about right now? books
27. Your car? parked
28. What are you doing at the moment? thinking
29. Your summer? open
30. Your relationship status? looking?
31. What is on your tv? off
32. When is the last time you laughed? today
33. Last time you cried? Luke
34. School? maybe
35. Pasttime? everything

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Just stuff

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 01:41:30 GMT

I know that depression totally whacks with your judgment.
So he starts talking to me again after us not talking for a while, which made me happy.
He's not doing so well though. He feels like he has nobody to talk to, which I tell him is silly because there's lots of people that care very much about him. He doesn't see it that way though.
He's already pushed everyone away. Including me.
Now he's seeing a Dr. FINALLY! and I hope it helps him. Because I can't.
He wanted too much from me and I had to say no and walk away.
That hurt.

Changing the subject

I hate that gas is super expensive and I have to commute to work..
On the bright side, my sister and her boyfriend are looking to buy a house in Hamilton and would like me to live with them... so they can "charge me up the ass for rent"
I'm sure we can work something reasonable out. And then I'll be in the city that I want to be living in at least. And not by myself.

I've been working late shifts so I havent been able to go to band practice or fight practice or even get ahold of Trumbrand and Kaylah so I can finish making my new armour. I'm starting to feel kinda un-motivated about these things because I havent done them in so long. But the season for both of these things is going to start real soon so I should get on that stuff.

I've been jogging a bit now to get ready for the events I want to do this summer. I'm definitely motivated about that! I've always hated running. But it's not so bad really, once I got started. I get dizzy super easy though, so I'm not pushing as hard as I expected I'd be able to. But I'm definitely making progress. Noticable progress. I'm pretty pleased with myself.

i screwed up

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 14:16:07 GMT

I get into work yesterday afternoon to find out I'm not scheduled there this weekend.
My mistake. When I was told I would be working one more weekend at the Hamilton General I must have not listened to the April part.. in my mind it was this weekend.
So I didn't make it out to Ice Dragon like I wanted to.
On the bright side I did get to go out drinking nice and early with my sister and cousin.
And early was the only way we were getting into Slainte's.
They had a shuttle running between the 3 bars owned by them, but we never made it that far.
Tynne and Allison came out to the last bar we were at and brought me back to Ren and Arlette and Joleen's where I ended up spending the night 'cause they hid my boots.
But I'm home now -grin-
I hope everyone had a great (and safe) St. Patrick's Day.

New Job

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 23:21:28 GMT

New Job..

I did a couple interviews last week within the hospial corporation that I already work for and I was offered both the positions.
I decided to take the admitting clerk job. Its an on-call job like the one I have now, with no guaranteed hours. The department runs 24 hrs, every day so the opportunity for me to get shifts is quite high. And they're short staffed. Unlike the department I'm in now which has too many staff.. thats why I'm leaving.
I'm going to miss working in Diagnostic Imaging. I've been in the x-ray department for so long.
I start training on Thursday but my old boss is borrowing me for next weekend. So no Ice Dragon for me.

This Friday..
I want to go to the Mongolian Grill with lots and lots of my friends. Its the best place to go with a big group of people, I havent been in a long time and I want to hang out with my friends more.
So everybody try to come.. Let me know so I can make reservations

my computer is happy with me today

Wed, 28 Feb 2007 01:12:53 GMT

So my computer hasn't been allowing me to post to LJ for a few weeks. It's been shutting down my internet when ever I tried..
I am writing this tentatively with the expectation of being shut down again at any time.
I have installed a patch that I think is helping though.

I got a weekend off of work unexpectedly and I took full advantage of it by going on a lengthy road trip with ashendari to Practicum in Ottawa.
The event was fun and informative and entertaining and all that I expected it to be with the added bonus of black5sugars black box class.
My regret for the weekend is regarding my mood swings. I hate my hyper-ness as much as I hate the depression. They are both uncontrollable and I feel like crap not having control.
But I continue to try without medication cause both my doctor and I don't want me to be on lithium unless I really need to be. And I don't have a drug plan.
I got the chance to spend some time with a few of my friends from Ottawa from when I briefly lived there. ashendari and I went to the museum with my friend Adam and then back to his house where I convinced his roommate that coming out for dinner with us was what he wanted to do even though he was eating a bowl of soup at the time.
Dave, a friend from my even more distant past, joined us for dinner too.
The drive home was snowy but ashendari was great company and we talked about all sorts of things and listened to music.
I made it home quite late and had lots of time to sleep before my evening shift in Hamilton. Today though, I've had a migraine all day.
My boss called me into work for this evening, but I had to turn down the shift. I never turn down shifts. But my eyes weren't really open and I only answered the phone so it would stop making noise. I'm better now.. many drugs and a day long nap..
I'm going back to bed soon. I've canceled everything I was supposed to do tonight.

Bunnies

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 00:56:40 GMT

Everyone loves Bunnies

http://bunny.frozenreality.co.uk/

Fun reading!!

Stupid Toes

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 18:28:51 GMT

So I was walking down the stairs just now and I stepped on my own toe.
Just one.
It hurts. Maybe it's broken.
Somehow it bent under itself and I stepped on it.
How impossible is that!?
Kinda like when I broke my own finger by kicking it.
Hard to explain really.
I think I am impossibly accident prone.
Thats all there is to it.

He's here!!

Fri, 02 Feb 2007 04:28:16 GMT

Baby boy Aedon is finally here!
He was born at 12:52 this afternoon and weighed 9lbs 4 ounces.
Becca and Drew and Aedon were nice and calm and happily enjoying each other when i last saw them at the hospital this evening.
Congratulations guys!!
Love Kestra

baby's almost here

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 12:55:17 GMT

becca's at 9cm, got an epidural so she could sleep

baby update

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 22:57:25 GMT

Well, I left the hospital because I was getting very sleepy and there is still no baby in sight.
We got to the hospital nice and early. They did the Gel thing and sent us away for a few hours.
We walked around the mall, had some East Side Marios.. and went back .
Thank -you Kersteken for talking to Becca on the phone and calming her down.
Becca decided after talking with Kersteken to go back to the hospital and do the gel thing again, then do the water breaking thing, and then if she still needed to after a few hours, to do the medication thing.
How technical is that? -grin-
She also pointed out that the nurse that was getting on Becca's nerves would be gone after 12 hours. That made her considerably happier!
When I left the second gel thing hadn't happened yet, so I'm thinking it could be a very long night.
I'll post more when I know more.
Kestra
Kersteken or anyone .. feel free to correct my poor descriptions of whats going on.. (gel thing.. sigh)
I'm going for my nap and waiting for Roxy to arrive.

Baby Coming

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 11:06:46 GMT

So I should have gotten more sleep last night. I knew I was getting up early this morning.
But I couldn't help myself.
We are on our way to the Hospital to make the Baby come OUT!!!!
I'll post more when I get home.
Everyone wish Becca a little bit of luck today and hopefully everything will go easy for her.
Love yas!
Kestra

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 18:22:59 GMT

MISSING

IF YOU HAVE INFORMATION ABOUT AEMONN (PHIL MORSE)

PLEASE LET US KNOW!!

AEMONN (PHIL MORSE)

Missing From: Australia

Date Missing: Jan 21st

Date of Birth: Jan 27 1974

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Height: 6’

Weight: 180 lbs

Build: Medium

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Shaved head, blond stubble

Race: Caucasian

Complexion: Fair

Clothing: Grey and Black winter

jacket, Blue Jeans

CIRCUMSTANCES

Last in the company of Roxy Goulet when she supposedly was

taking him to the airport for a return flight home to Australia.

Please be wary of Australian themed dinner invitations

from Ms. Goulet. (twistdprincesse)

toes

Thu, 25 Jan 2007 02:42:19 GMT

My toes are the best little things in the world.
They are entertaining. The way they wiggle around. Especially in the pink fuzzy socks I was wearing tonight.
They are long and well, toe-like. I can wiggle a bunch of them independantly of one another which is a favourite skill of mine.
They are always freezing cold, which is unfortunate, but gives me great amusement when I stick them under other peoples legs.
They look their best in fun toe-socks. But I think toe-socks feel weird when I first put them on. Kinda like separating them for no reason. I don't really like mittens either. My fingers get super cold when they are on their own.
I like to paint my toe nails. All kinds of differnt colours.
Never my fingernails though.
I think I ate too much sugar.

The Year I was Born

Sun, 21 Jan 2007 18:06:15 GMT

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Jimmy Carter is president of the US

A major accident occurs at a nuclear reactor on Three Mile Island near Middletown, PA

An American Airlines DC-10 loses its engine and crashes seconds after takeoff, killing 275 people

Hurricane David kills over 1200 in the US and the Dominican Republic

Some 90 people, including 63 Americans, are taken hostage at the American Embassy in Tehran, Iran

The Soviet Union invades Afghanistan

ESPN starts broadcasting

Aaliyah, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Norah Jones, Heath Ledger, and Kate Hudson are born

Pittsburgh Pirates win the World Series

Pittsburgh Steelers win Superbowl XIII

Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup

Kramer vs. Kramer is the top grossing film

Sophie's Choice by William Styron is published

"My Sharona" by The Knack spends the most time at the top of the US charts

The Facts of Life premiers</font></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/">What Happened the Year You Were Born?</a></div>

Cycle of Abuse

Sat, 20 Jan 2007 23:24:35 GMT

Cycle of abuse
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The cycle of abuse, or cycle of violence is a cycle typical of an abusive relationship, in which battered person syndrome may appear. The cycle can happen hundreds of times in an abusive relationship. Each stage lasts a different amount of time in a relationship. The total cycle can take anywhere from a few hours to a year or more to complete.

Not all violent domestic relationships fit the cycle. As time goes on, the "making-up" and "calm" stages may disappear. The cycle usually goes in the order as follows, and would repeat until the conflict is stopped.

Elements

* Incident: Any type of abuse occurs (physical/sexual/emotional/neglect/financial)

* Making up:
o Abuser may apologize for abuse
o Abuser may promise it will never happen again
o Abuser may blame the victim for causing the abuse
o Abuser may deny abuse took place or say it was not as bad as the victim claims

* Calm
o Abuser acts like the abuse never happened
o Physical abuse may not be taking place
o Promises made during 'making-up' may be met
o Victim may hope that the abuse is over
o Abuser may give gifts to victim

* Tension building
o Abuser starts to get angry
o Abuse may begin
o There is a breakdown of communication
o Victim feels the need to keep the abuser calm
o Tension becomes too much
o Victim feels like she/he is "walking on egg shells"

Wed, 17 Jan 2007 21:37:20 GMT

TEN THINGS TO PONDER FOR 2007
#10 Life is sexually transmitted.
#9 Good health is merely the slowest rate at which one can die.
#8 Men have two emotions: hungry and horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.
#7 Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the internet and they won't bother you for weeks.
#6 Some people are like a slinky... not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs.
#5 Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in the hospital dying of nothing.
#4 All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.
#3 Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars, and a substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents???
#2 In the 60's, people took LSD to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.
AND THE NUMBER ONE THOUGHT FOR 2007: We know exactly where one cow with mad-cow-disease is located among the millions and millions of cows in America , but we haven't a clue as to where thousands of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the Department of
Agriculture in charge of immigration.

tarquin's shirt

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 03:52:21 GMT

I've posted pictures of Tarquin's shirt in my gallery

http://pics.livejournal.com/kestrasfishtank/

looking for..

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 02:05:27 GMT

Hey,
I'm looking for jazz musicians that play around the 1920's style.
(to play in the Halton Region in April)
Contact me with any ideas and details by thursday morning please.

Rozakii Social

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 17:17:20 GMT

I went over to Tynnes new house for their housewarming party last night after work.
Some people were already there, but those that had to stay at the event came a while later.
We had a good Rozakii turn-out. And our new Galbraith/Hrogn spy of course. Sorry, I mean Ambassador..
Tynne's little wee one was cute. She has an interesting attention span. Her cartoons had to be on the tv but she didn't watch them. She was much more interested in gaining Kaylah's attention. Tynne eventually outsmarted her by having her cartoons still on, but our music playing overtop. Yay technology!
Autumn showed up later, but Maggie had already gone to bed. Autumn soon followed and slept upstairs while we partied downstairs.
One of Tynnes presents was a blender. That got put to very good use!
I didn't have any of those concoctions though. I learned my lesson at the Christmas party and I'm not mixing wine with other stuff anymore.
I brought a wine drinking box for myself, and gave Tynne a little case of wine in cans! I picked the merlot because it was in orange cans... the other type they had in the liquour store were in pink cans. I thought wine in a can was funny enough without it being neon pink.
Good times were had by all. Drunk times. Loud times.
Tarquin lost his shirt permanently when Tynne tried to put it on and ripped it all Hulk Style.
Then Roak used one of the sleeves for a beer cozy.
It did kinda look like a candycane threw up on it, as Aemonn described it (when it was still in one piece). So it's probably for the best in the long run.
Kaylah decided that Fraggle Rock type pigtails was the way to go to make her look more innocent.
Not sure if that worked or not..
There's something evil abou that smile.
I think I've just had her hit me too many times while she's smiling.
I got my hair french braided. I love it when people play with my hair. It's a nice feeling.
I gave out a couple of shoulder and back massages.
Kaylah says that my right hand is stronger than my left and that I should switch to fighting right handed.
Etienne has also previously said that I should try it because I throw a football right handed.
I started learning left handed on the basis that most small little things I do with my right hand, but most larger motor skills i do with my left. eg. play pool.
Apparently football throwing is a more relevant skill.
who knew?
I was thinking about learning two stick anyway, so I'd have to learn to throw and block with both for that. I think I'd be ok at that form, once I get the hang of it of courrse.
I tried learning some new shots at fight practice after my surgery when I could only use the pell. I was trying to practice them with both left and right.
But that was before christmas so I've probably forgotten everything now :(
Well.. I'm feeling more awake now so I'm off to start my day. Enough rambling.

spreading the love

Sat, 13 Jan 2007 04:34:51 GMT

Spreading the love...
You know it!

Reply to this post, and I'll tell you at least one reason why I like you. Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love.

Fri, 12 Jan 2007 03:33:14 GMT

Dreams..

The surroundings remind me of a stage. The framework of a room exist, windows, supports, and they're all black. Not painted mind you, just a different kind of shadow.
Beyond the framework, everything is dark.
A simple wooden stool is in the centre. Like the one my mother used to climb on when I was a kid, so she could reach on top of the fridge to feed her cat.
Strangely there are no floors or walls, not that I miss their presence mind you.
If I yell, it does not travel. It is severed from me immediately, and taken somewhere far from me.
Everything seems so far.
There is no indication of the size or shape of the whole space I am occupying, beyond the little framework; this is a very strange and uncomfortable feeling, being misplaced like this.
I sit with my legs tucked under me as I am accustomed to do. I sit for an eternity, displaced.
Then voices assault me in whispers, menacing.
From everywhere.
And I am too frightened to move or to contemplate for too long, what might be out there.

Memory of my Uncles Story

Thu, 11 Jan 2007 00:49:57 GMT

This is the a story my uncle used to tell me when I was a little kid.

All the other visitors had long gone in their carriages to their nice warm houses to have dinner. Aloric was still standing just inside the gates of the old castle, listening to the wolves cry in the distance. He had come because he wanted to get the feel of the place for his story; to capture its history.
Once a King had lived here who murdered all of his family become so. Of course he didn't actually do the killings himself, and no one even suspected him until it was made known to all, here in this very castle much later.
Vines have grown up the walls that remain standing, and the gardens are now little pockets of wilderness that have spread their seeds into the cracks and floors of most of the castle.
Of course it hadn't always been this way. He had come here enough times to have memorised the layout and the artefacts were preserved inside. The most amazing of these was an old clock. The figures that adorned its face followed a baby through a human life span; the last three hours were represented by an old crone, a wizard and on the twelfth hour, the figure of death.
While Aloric was standing by the gates thinking about the clock, a beautiful, young woman had seated herself on a bench about twenty feet from him. Noticing the girl was all alone, Aloric approached her to ask if she required assistance. Before he could speak a word, she turned to face him and asked,
" What are you doing here?"
" I was about to ask you the same thing." Aloric replied.
"You are the story teller. Yes? You are researching the castles history for a book?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am. What do you know of it?"
"Quite a bit really. I am the present owner of this land and I have taken it upon myself to know as much as possible about it. My families’ history is very much a part of it, and so it is a part of mine. You would like to hear it, yes?"
"I would my lady."
"Then I shall begin with a little girl just outside of the town over there a ways..." she said pointing off into the distance.
"Her father was a wealthy merchant and his marriage was arranged for the families’ benefit. He loved his wife and his daughter very much, but, sometimes his wife’s ways were very strange. He turned a blind eye, for as long as he could, to her practices. He was illiterate, but his wife was very adept, and taught their daughter many things. He would often the small girl out by the tower, under the tree he had planted for her on the night of her birth. His wife would sometimes go into the tower at night and not emerge at all for several days. He knew there was something amiss, and he felt the need to get help, but he didn't want to upset his daughter who was painfully shy already.
And so things went on, until one of those nights, he happened to look out at the lights flickering to see his beloved daughter entering the tower.
Now it had gone too far.
He went into town to find the priest to help him deal with whatever they might find.

"He loved his little girl alot?" Aloric asked the woman.
"Not enough. Not nearly enough." she answered wearily. She sat straight on the bench but looked faded or aged in some weird way, but still she continued.
“The small girl clutched the book of rituals close to her chest as she climbed the stairs of her mothers’ tower. She could see the shadowy shapes in the air around her. She knew they wouldn't hurt her. Some of them she had made herself and they would serve her, here, until the end of her time. Still, they scared her anyway.
She ran up the last few steps and burst into the room. The startled animals squacked and squeeked in their cages, but her mother didn't turn around.
"Are you prepared for this my daughter?"
"Yes mother." the girl replied. She quietly undressed and joined her mother in the chalk circle drawn on the floor.
They chanted and danced, and when it was over, the girl went to the window to receive the cool breeze that was rustling the leaves on her tree below. She gasped as she saw a procession of lights coming from the town towards them. They were not far off and she could make out her fathers figure at the front.
Her mother joined her at the window, looked out and quickly pulled her away. She whispered instructions to her and told her never to forget the injustices done to their family by the king, and that she must continue at all costs. Then she hid a few choice books under the floor boards as they heard the mob coming up the stairs screaming for their deaths.
The girl awoke the next morning with the priest and her father sitting next to her on the bed. She remembered her mother, screaming as she was burnt at the stake. Her mother had told her to play along as though she were in a trance. The priest had spared her because of that and her youth. Over the next year she planned her vengeance on the king with new vigour. As a result, the King fell very ill, but she would not release him yet because she had bigger plans waiting.
"What were the kings crimes?" Aloric interupted
"He missed one. He failed to finish the job properly and so she suffered. She witnessed such horrors as a young child should never have had. And as a result his life was forfeit to what would remain of that family line, by the old laws anyway."
She rubbed her wrinkled eyes and continued.
“After a year had passed her father took another wife; a widow with two daughters. Pretty girls, by all means, but shallow. The girl took to spending time in the kitchen near the heath where light and heat could be found at any time. Her two stepsisters took to calling her Ashella. Not out of jealousy or meanness, they weren't clever enough for that, but simply because she was always covered in soot. Ashella would sometimes make errands to the castle and occasionally see the young prince out riding or training his falcon. His father had been bed ridden for most of his early teen age years and he was being raised with the expectation that he would take the crown at his 21st birthday if his father did not die sooner.
As planned, the evening of the princes coronation arrived, (Ashella wanted the king to be witness to the events that were to take place). It was the first ball to be housed in the castle for a long time. Since before this Kings reign certainly. Ashella’s sisters begged her to come. They thought she might be pretty once the dirt was washed away. Eventually they gave up and went off to ready themselves. After everyone had gone, Ashella went up to the tower and broke in. The shadows that had scared her as a little girl, she now commanded to get her ready.
She arrived at the ball during the hour of the crone, the doors opened with the first strike of the hour. All eyes turned towards her, she was the most elegant thing they had ever seen. Her gown was white and it glittered, her shoes were like glass, and her auburn hair shone from the light of the candles. She met the prince in the middle of the ballroom.
The band played and they danced.”
Aloric looked over uneasily at the old woman that now sat beside him on the bench. "They danced all night?"
The old woman stared deep into his eyes, reading the question beneath, "No they did not fall in love, at least, his love was not reciprocated."
After they had danced for a long time, they sat out on a balcony and talked. "Your lineage, is it honourable? Forgive me for asking but I must know."
"More so than yours." our lovely young lady answered, hiding well the bitterness and hatred beneath the statement.
"Really?" replied the prince, unable to hide the surprise. He thought he had known all the royalty that had been invited. Well maybe this was someone’s surprise for him. Inviting such a lovely young woman ..."I would like to let you know my intentions before I approach your father… " he began as the clock started to strike the 12th hour.
"That won't be necessary," Ashella replied," I don't think a marriage is in your future."
Screams erupted from inside. The prince jumped up to see about the commotion, but Ashella was unnaturally quick and grabbed him from behind. Her white dress had become a black cowl.
"You're not going anywhere," she said in a voice that had not been hers before, "but to meet your father in hell!" And then his throat opened up wide, and his life blood gushed from him to cover the wall. Blood cascaded down from the kings’ rooms above and mixed together it all ran.
Aloric started to get up slowly. But something grabbed him from behind. The woman was no longer on the bench, and he could hear the clock from the castle striking 12.

Stairs

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 05:03:13 GMT

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Bang
Roll roll roll

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