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If I had been born a day earlier Would I have ever met you? If I had been born a day later Would I be in love With you? If I had been born a year later Would I have found you? What if I had never been born Would you find me, In our next life?

"Daaria, you must not go! You are my daughter, daughter of the Queen, and only because of that, you have no right to leave my side!" an elder woman's voice said. Lifting her eyes from the ground, Daaria faced her mother with even gaze, but did not let her words affect her decision. Her mother saw that in her daughters eyes. "No… You cannot. Please, my daughter. I cannot afford to lose you, I have already lost your father, the King, and now I must govern by myself. I need you by my side." She said in desperation. "Mother, I will come back." Were her last words. Time went by, and the next thing she knew, Daaria was making her way, dres

It was late at night, the sky was high and stars were shining brightly, Daria was deep asleep, her dreams restless and full of nightmares. Suddenly a scream broke the night and Daria was full awake, aware of her surroundings. First she tought that her horse had screamed, but saw that HORSNAME was as supprices as she was, looking around for the source of the scream. Getting on her feet, Daria listened into the night for more voices. Leaves were rustling behind her, towards the East, and she turned towards it. The noise was coming towards her. A small being, the size of a dog, came rushing from the bush. It jumped and opened its wings. Amazed

Packing her bags she was in a hurry. She didn't want her parents, could she even call them that, to hear she was leaving. She had used SJARM earlier, blowing up her parents vase. She packed some of her clothes, and the food she had stolen from the kitchen. Getting her bow from the corner of her room she spring it and put it across her back. Also fetching her arrows and tools for making arrows she sneaked out, with all of her most presured belongings with her. She was ridgen with guilt, but trying to calm herslef down by telling herself that her note explained everything. As she sneaked out of the house and in to the stabels she stoped for a m

The village morning was bright, and there weren't many people walking on the streets. The street was stomped and dry, dust rising after each step. A girl, with hair black as the feathers of a raven and so long it almost touched her hips, was walking on these dusty streets. The houses around her were not as high as they would be in cities, or bigger towns, only two or three stories high. But there were many houses. The village life was just waking up, the bakers were already selling their bread and the milkman was already pulling his cart and taking milk to everyone in town. The air was dry and a bit cool, but it would soon warm as the sun wou

The clashes of swords and the screams of humans and elves could be heard in the elven village. Small children, the children of the elves were crying in panic and horror and the elven women were doing their best to protect their young. Humans were running in to the village with their swords held high and fighting against everyone who they could see. There were so many more humans than elves, for the villagers it was a hopeless situation. The human soldiers were going into the houses to check if anyone was inside, and to kill them. One soldier went into a house by himself and could not believe what he saw. There was a girl with long black hair

When I see you Sadness fills me When I hear you Longing for your words drowns me When you touch me Agony for the past kills me I miss you I want to see you I want to hear your voice I want to feel your skin on mine But I see It is not possible...

In the dark I can see a flash of light it is calling me, to come out, out of my weak shell that protects me. But I hesitate; so many lights have only been flying stars, not real hope. So what if this light yet again is only a dying star?

You say I'm strong. You say I'm good. But that is not what I am. I am falling apart. I am weak, I live in a prison where my faults torture me. Oh, I am not strong nor am I good. I am just alone.

For the one I love I would sacrifice everything. There is nothing, that is worth more than you. If it is my life that you want. Take it. It is yours. If it is my soul that you need. Take it. It is yours. If it is my heart that will keep you alive Take it. It has been yours from the start I only ask for one thing. Please. Hold me.