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I think this is going to be my longest entry ever! (well except that one with the chapter in my book) But, I don't know where to begin or end.
Well to start off by saying I'm completely and amazingly in the know about something that's seemed in the dark to me forever! And, of course, one of the Naylors stepped in... which I have to say is always a good thing. This time it was, Tera Naylor. She sent me a PM (private message) on CMF (christian media forums) and it read...

"You know when I asked you how you were doing last night??? Sometimes you look like you are carrying a weight in your mind or on your shoulders....do you know what I mean? I hope that you know I'm here if you ever need to chat with someone.....I can listen, honest!"

and my (lengthy) reply was...

"A weight on my mind? Yes I understand you completely. I guess that's just a part of who I am that's always been. Ya know, insecure, always unconfident about the person I am or will be someday. Some of my life I've been labled a "blonde" - ditzsy, clumzy, always - but not all the time - outgoing. And because of that reason I've always gotten attention which I never really wanted but got it anyway (and sometimes asked for)...(if you understand what i mean) But mostly all of the time I've always been quiet-to-myself kinda person. Always having the idea that nobody ever understood me-except God, of course. That's why I took to reading and hiding myself in my room with whatever I could interest myself in. I've never really had a close relationship with my sisters or my mom and dad. And it's like really hard too cause it's as if i say something wrong their impression of me will always be the same-or so it seems. I mean I've said smart things and even when I do say them it's like "where did that come from?" type thing. So that's another reason I've always been quiet-keeping my thoughts to myself. I've never been the one to socialize in anything. "

...RE:RE:

"Well.....first of all I want to say that I think that there is something very special about you! You are unique as only God could have done. And I think you are very pretty as well. I have noticed the insecurity and lack of confidence in you as you said and I have wondered why. Actually I see that in most girls that I know...including myself!!!! I wish that there was a way that I could show you the potential that I know that you have!!!!! I can just about see it, Hannah! Because you are so close.....if you could just break free from the thoughts that are making you feel the way that you do! Labels don't matter and they CAN change...it is hard to shake a opinion that someone has already formed about you. We talk about that around here and yes, we all need to allow people to change. But if others don't see it it doesn't mean that you have to be trapped in their opinions! We are to run like deer and soar like eagles!!! Am I making sense???? Am I getting any where near where you are???"

And, I said Yes! (duh)

What she said to me made complete sense and I'm so blessed to know her and the Naylors! They truly help me keep my sanity-even though we just play volley-ball once a week, it's truly amazing what four hours can do to a person being around other godly beings! I'm so thankful, God has put them in my life!!!

About two-or was it yesterday... I don't remember, oh well! Anna Naylor sent me a verse in a PM.
Jeremiah 29:11=13
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all you heart.

To God be the glory!
~Hannah C.

Okay here is the "first" chapter of my "un-edited" book :)
So if you see something doesn't sound write or is spelled wrongly big-woop!

Chapter 1

“I can’t hear anything.”
“Lean in closer,” Yerak teasingly pushed Fay, making her rock back and forth.
“You now well enough that I can’t hear anything. And I don’t feel right about eaves-dropping, anyway. It will not solve our problems.” She heard something behind the wall she was leaning on. Yerak kept going on about how it was “her idea” and not his.
“Be quite, I hear them talking to the human.” Her hears twitch with the pounding voices on the other side of the wall. Yerak annoyingly tapped her on the shoulder and said. “What are they saying?”
“Hm,” she mumbled to herself.
“What, what is it?” then, being frustrated with himself for not thinking of this sooner; he leaned into the wall. His eyes were looking straight into his sisters. She was looking at the wall from the corner of her eyes, not caring if he decided to join her or not. Then she finally could hear what they were saying on the other side.
“An heir has returned?” A voice asked. Bustling pens and paper were heard. Someone was writing on a scroll with intense pace.
“That is the story that has been spread through Province, oh great one.” Fay could not recall that voice; but she knew the other for certain. But the one she didn’t know of sounded annoyed. She smiled to herself.
Then she heard a chair squeak across the marble and a table being thrashed on the other side of the room. Then they continued in hushed voices. After a few moments of what Fay counted as just grumbles; the voices began to weaken to nothing but a soft whisper. Fay was getting an eerie feeling inside. “I think we should leave,” she said getting up. “Gresham is sure too find out by using The Larine.” Yerak looked up at her.
“You can’t even speak it. How can you possibly know that?”
“Because…. Now let’s go!” She put her hand on his forearm and urged him too get up. He got up without protest and followed, Fay.

She started heading down a hall with her big brother right behind. Lamps on both sides of the walls; were the only light in the darkness that surrounded them. She could hear Yerak breathing heavily behind her. As they got closer to the exit, they could plainly make out where it ended.
Out side of the vacant area they were traveling in; was the main hall that circumference’s around the castle. It was made out of the finest of ivory.
Fay took a step out, and adjusted her sight in the bright light. As she was about to turn to the left she ran into something that fell behind her. She cringed as she heard Gresham’s long fingernails tap on something that made the whole main hall ring. She turned slowly and saw not only Gresham but also her father, and most of the council. She looked down; the thing she hit was really someone. A man was sitting up and looked at her right in the eyes. He had dropped his knife, which was attached to the lightest brown sheath, Fay had ever seen. She kneeled to the ground and looked at him with interest. Fay immediately picked up the skinning knife and handed it to the man. He took it. She scanned him up and down, until she saw something. This man she beheld was not like any she had ever seen before. Fay couldn’t explain entirely what it was that made this man look different, but she had an idea; but it faded as quickly as it had approached.
She, of course knew who this man was-he was a great general for the Mans Country. He had, pin straight black hair, which was rowdy and hung in his face. This man was about the age twenty.
“Fay!” admonished Gresham. His arms were crossed and had a sign of displeasure in his voice. “Your behavior has been- well, irrational. Get up,” she did, still looking into Calistro’s eyes, which bore the slightest hint of amusement in them.
“Have you anything to say to, Lord Calistro?” he uncrossed his arms and hooked his hands onto his waist. She looked at him, than Calistro.
“Forgive me.” Her words tumbled out like sweet honey, manipulating the course in which it might flood.
He didn’t say anything. But, he did get up. He looked at Fay over his shoulder and then back at Gresham. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.
“There is nothing to forgive,” he said slowly. “It was I who ran into her. I am the one who is at fault here.”
Gresham stiffened. “Very well,” he looked at Fay. “I think I should introduce the king’s daughter-“
“Fay,” Calistro finished. He turned to face her with screaming brown eyes. “My men have seen you while out hunting. You tease them with riddles and rhymes. Very good ones I have to admit.” He chuckled and scratched his cheek.
“Fay!” Gresham bore his accusing eyes into her.
“Com’on,” Yerak said pulling her sleeve. “Let’s get out of here!”

Yerak led Fay through the dense forest that separated Ravera from the rest of the world.
Ravera was the kingdom for the elves. It had been… ever since their past realm had been taken over by the dragons. Which is now called the Lost Dragon Kingdom. Most of the dragons had been extinct, because the men of Province had killed most of them. There were only three capitals, all of them belonging to different races. Province: belonged to the men… Cravax: belonged to the dwarves.... And Ravera: the capital for the elves.

Province, was located to the west, right under the safety of… massive hills and mountains. A large lake also was near to the city. It was fed from the ocean, then went through Ravera, and ended up in the Man’s Country. The hills and mountains encircled the lake and Province; which shielded them from unfriendly eyes. The men had long ago killed the dragons. The men were… very evil at that time in history. They were greedy, self-righteous, and always looking for the glory in life; but never could find it. They wanted more and more. Then, not to long ago, a leader was born into the race of men. A leader that would change them, return them to what they were once before, and to become their king. This man’s name was, Freidan.

Freidan, was born on the far side of Province, he had little money. But, he had immense skill with the blade. He was an orphan… and a smuggler and a thief. But his will never gave into the Elves. He was wise above all else, and he won the people before the war. War broke out between the elves two years before the elf princess, Fay was born. To this day the war as not ceased.
The war started because a treaty that was made long ago… was broken. The men bravely marched to Ravera, in hopes of only being there for a couple months. Instead, this consuming war lasted twelve years and was now finally drawing to an end.

Cravax has belonged to the dwarves forever. I have little to tell you about them; for you will see their character along in this tale.

“Dragons,” Fay told her anticipating older brother, Yerak. They hid in a thicket they had created; it was guarded with magic so no one would know they were there. “Dragons are a different story; one tale that you have not heard of because of their strict nature. You must never utter these words outside of here, understand?”
“Yes,” he answered knowingly.
“A long time ago they were destroyed by the humans. A long time ago they had never been heard from again. But, the council keeps many things from father. They blind him, will him, control him. Remember, I told you when his eyes are green he is not under the council’s power; but, when his eyes are blue he is?”
He nodded.
“The council would murder us if they knew we spoke of this. They know I’m the only one who knows; that it why they have been keeping their eyes on me. They are afraid the humans will find out.”
“Find out what?”
Fay paused.
“They have returned. No one knows were they have made their nesting at. But, when the men were destroying them; they hid certain eggs away so that no one could find them. The council has been trying to find out where they are. But have been unsuccessful. They want to use me and you.
“Why?” he said getting a little impatient.
“Because we are the only ones that can find the missing eggs; and I think I know where we can find them.”
At that moment, a bright blue and green spark flew up in the air. A signal that a battle was about to begin at nightfall.
“We better go.” She looked up at the sky which was turning into the gloaming. Yerak looked up too. Fay rose to her feet as she began to feel the earth shaking beneath her. She looked at her brother who was still looking at the darkening sky.
“Com’on Yerak, we have to leave. Follow me.”
“Fine! I’m better at following anyway.” He got up and followed his sister with swift strides. Even though he was the age of thirteen-a year older than Fay- he still was growing taller than a normal boy would. He was almost taller than she was. He quickly gained ahead of her. But the change in speed did not tire her at all, though she had to trot behind.

As they entered the ivory gates of Ravera they encountered the last person they thought. Calistro saw them, stopped and bowed; a cocky smile shined on his face the moment he looked up into Fay’s face. He instantly stood straight when he saw the most terrible gleam of hatred in her eyes.
“What was your business in the woods at this time of night,” he asked.
“It’s none of yours.” Yerak answered for the both of them.
Calistro laughed, throwing his head back. “You two are up too something, you cannot fool me.”
Now it was Fay’s turn to laugh.
“What is so funny?” his amusement disappeared quickly.
“Your father would not have said something so ignorant.”
Then, he did something Fay did not expect. Instead of throwing her a nasty glare and walk off. He bent on one knee in front of her, with the tenderest heart-broken look, he said. “You are very right. But your knowledge is very weak.”
“You are very right, my lord?” she asked in a soft gentle whisper. He put his hands on her shoulders. She then put her hands in front of her; she then did something she wouldn’t have done very often. But, she did it. For a moment her hand shone a pale green light. Calistro looked down as she was opening it. In her hand she held a necklace shaped like a flower from the island of Siev. He had only seen that in books and even then the pictures had not done it justice as much as this necklace did. She held the gift higher “For you.” She said.
He looked as if he was about to protest.
“Do not make me force it on you.” A soft smile came on his face. “You earned it. Your men are very proud of you; but, do not let they’re high expectations pressure you. You are not worth the risk of being killed.”
He looked surprised but grateful for the compliment and the warning.
“May I?” she asked.
“Please.” He turned around and she buckled the clasp. Then she put her hands on his shoulder and leaned to whisper in his ear. “Your father is proud of you too. He loves you very much” It seemed that his shoulders relaxed.
He got up and stood tall. Fay looked up at him. His face looked guilty and he noticed that she saw it. He quickly tried to hide it. Fay looked down and strained her ear to hear. Calistro and Yerak noticed but said nothing and waited.
“They are looking for you,” she whispered. “You should leave.”
“Why?”
“Just trust me,” she said.
He looked reluctant to leave but rushed to his camp site which was only a mile away.

Yerak looked at Fay.
“What was that all about?”
Fay didn’t bother to answer, she went through the gates. They were about half-way through when Gresham and the council came rushing toward the gate. Gresham held up his bony hand with long fingernails attached to signal a stop.
“Have you seen Lord Calistro?” he asked.
“You just missed him.” Fay answered. Gresham furrowed his brow looking for any sign of disbelief in her. Fay had a fear of him every time he did this. She knew he could read her like a book.
“Actually,” she began. “I think it best if you didn’t see him. He was quite angry when we saw him.” She would have gone farther into manipulating him but, she knew that was all that it took to convince him otherwise.
A disturbing smile, which only meant trouble, came to his face. He looked at the council. They held similar smile’s on their faces too. Fay knew something was up. Yerak looked agreeable on this matter; he stood behind Fay and put his hand on her shoulder. She could feel him trembling. Gresham noticed this and snapped his head in their direction.
“I think it best if you leave, war is upon us. It will begin at night-fall.”
“We saw the spark.” Yerak said defensively.
“Fine, you saw it. Now be off.” As he raised his hand and a loud thunder aroused with the last words he spoke. He turned to look as a ball of flame hit the side of the eastern gate. Elvin soldiers rushed past Fay, Yerak and the council. All of them lined themselves on the upper platforms that surrounded the gate and the walls. All was ciaos. Then… all was quite. The sound about them dissolved but the commotion stayed.
Gresham looked at Fay with sharp eyes. She then did something she would never do again to this man. She spoke The Larine with him.
“Why is it that you consume my mind even though I wish to stay from your sight?” he asked.
“The world has its way of reckoning. You will never get the dragon’s to ally with you. Your hopes and dreams of that will falter and wither away. If you know what’s best for you.”
The black of his eyes swarmed with red fire. “If you know what’s best for you. I suggest you leave.”

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