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Journal Entry: Thu Oct 23, 2008, 5:51 AM

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Mother's stiches had a problem with her skin, so she's in the hospital currently, and I didn't wake Cambria up to take me to semminary (as much as I wanted to go, to finish yesterday's discussion, and yes I do actually enjoy waking up at 5 to go to seminary at 6,you get used to it after a year or two, and next year will be my last year of Seminary too. *cries*) because she's been quite stressed, and I don't want to owe her anymore 'gas' money, because I don't have any money left, cept for 81 cents!

I call this story time, because I've been making little stories in my school journal write. I has to be over 140 words each write, so it's a pretty simple thing for me. It might not me so simple putting it on this journal, and the writing is NOT the greatest, because we only get 20 minutes or so to write 140 words.

Story

In the beginning it was dark, not a single soul could see in the darkness, but then again, why would they need to?

Ionri was a quiet place, souls drifting to and fro, never dying, never needing to eat or drink, and never speaking to one another. That was until HE came. HE was different from the other souls, who were just wisps of random shapes. HE was shaped like a strange mixture of aniamls. A long snake-like neck,, with a deep chest, strong muscled arms that changed to large hawk-like claws for the 'feet", multiple whiskers like a cat-fish covered his muzzle, large dove-like wings empowered his shoulder, a multitude of horns near his fox head, and then there were his eyes. HIS eyes were like a wolves, outlined with black, but they were different. They always reflected the different phases of the moon, when HE was content, happy, they reflected a full moon, but slowly as HIS happiness faded, the moon-ful eyes dimmed till they were hardly a cresent. HE wasn't invisible like the other souls, HE was a multitude of pastel colors, gleaming from the scales underneath HIS pale fur. HE brought them life,shapes,colors, and most of all knowledge. Some, however though what HE was doing was horrible, sinful even, and forced HIM and the small group that followed HIM into a different dimmension, into a brand new world, where the grass was green instead of blue, and the sky was was everchanging, instead of always being the soft white that faded to to black. It was a world of color and physical bodies, a world of language and a world of Talents.

The World of Magnigjora.

*Some Centuries later*

Edorlas's youngest granddaughter stared up at her, eyes glazed, her mind completely engulfed in her silly romantic dreams of HIM, the Prince Spirit Guide, No one had seen HIM in years, no, HE was just a legend, passed on from generation to generation.

"Sia, Sia.."Edorlas look up to see Siarayus's mother, Dementiri calling her dear child. Siarayus look up, abrubtly jolted from her fantasy land. Respectfully she stood, bowed to her grandmother saying " Thank you for the story Aetal* I'll see you tomorrow night"
Edorlas chuckled quietly and closed the door behing her daughter and granddaughter, urging the wind, her Talent, to close the door for her, while she got ready for the night.

Sia was five at that time, unknowing of the Talent she was supposed to get on her 11th birthday, a gift that failed to appear. Sia was different than most children, her eyes were like lavender flowers, but her hair was like the sunset sky, every time she moved it would change from gold and reds to purples and pinks, with splashes of pastel yellow. Instead of just looking different form the other children, she prefered different things to do. She never enjoyed playing dress up or with dolls, but instead watched her father work on his carvings, and learned to hunt. She liked playing the dirty games with the boys, and always ended up coming home in mud-stained clothing, and get a firm scolding from her dear mother.

That would all change, many years after her mother and father passed away in from an attack of a war party. Her whole life would change.

The Day she got her Talent.

*Aetal is Ionrian for grandmother

Tell me what you think. It took a while to type, and the sun has begun to rise, so I'll have to go to school very soon.

critique? Questions?

If you comment or something, I might continue it, or write it down in a nic e little deviation, all edited.. and if someone could help, have italics and bold letters instead of using all caps for HIM.