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Entwined Rains falls quietly on the square as Kerei quietly makes his way through the city. He sighs softly looking up at the large buildings around the square. He has been out here for a while now taking in the sights of the empty city streets. The streetlights glow softly, beacons in the night illuminating the peaceful streets. Kerei moves quietly to the large fountain in the middle of the square. He raises his head slowly looking up at the sky. "It's been so long since I met her, and yet I still love her…I remember when I first met her…" The world seems to fade away as he closes his eyes slowly, letting his memories fill his mind. Caro

Exile Chapter 2 The two stood quietly in front of the beautiful woman that was their teacher. Who was that? Wait, I knew her. It was Carol. She stood now talking to the two children, laughing slightly as she went. "Well it seems you got him again Candice. It's a wonder you two continue to play together. Kerei always goes back home dirty." "I am sorry miss Carol… Kerei and I just play around that is all." Kerei laughed quietly as he looked over at Candice. There was something about this cute little brown haired girl that caught his eye. Maybe it was that she always seemed to be there for him, or the fact that she was so fun to be around.

Birth of a Legend           Chapter 1 Quietly Kerei and I exited the building into a large lighted area. All around the elven people had gathered in celebration. The air was filled with the thick, beautiful music from instruments that I had never seen before in all my days. It was clearly an ancient time of unsurpassed happiness. For these people the death and destruction that reigned supreme in my time seemed to only exist inside my mind. The beautiful cherry trees around which the homes were built were in full bloom, and all was beautiful in the twinkling of the firelight. Around the fire dancing had ensued, and all were merry at the tim

The Beginning Prologue A creature sits quietly in a desecrated church; an empty chair resides in front of him. This would have been a beautiful place, had it not been ruined so long ago. The doors, though heavy and carrying decades of rust, were beautifully carved. Their thick oaken panels still bore the lacquer that had once greeted the churchgoers. The churchyard was in disrepair, but the inside was far more extravagant than the outward appearance would tell. It was truly a marvel in its time, with its towering marble columns and mural encrusted ceiling. Even the old velvet rug that would have resided between the columns was still in gre